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Dear Mom,

all is well and good here.

Missing you like crazy,

but learning new things all the time.

I came top of the class in business studies this week,

and my piano is improving.

To be honest, I feel a little like a caged bird now.

I can't wait to go to college and spread my wings.

Things have quietened down here.

The new girl, after a shaky start,

has settled in well and is making great progress.

The online world is a place of fiction and dreams.

You will not be the only young person

whose digital presence does not represent

the entire truth of their existence.

It's so good to see someone

who was so unhappy and angry allow themselves

to be a part of what we're doing here.

Sometimes, when she's caught off guard,

I catch a sadness in her eyes.

There's pain deep down inside, I know it,

and I pray for her every night.

Maybe I understand Mia better than anyone

because she lost someone like we lost our Jodie.

♪ Let the fires light the road, bombs away... ♪

But she's beginning to learn to trust us,

and to realize there's no point

fighting a fight she can never win.

♪ ♪

-Carmichael. -John, we have a problem.

There's a whistleblower

trying to expose our operation.

We've intercepted an e-mail.

He sent it last night to a London journalist.

Looks like he's trying to tell the world what we're doing.

Who is he?

We don't know.

But we have to stop him from talking.

Okay.

I can't use official channels for this.

It's time these girls did

what you trained them for.

"I cannot make you understand.

"I cannot make anyone understand

"what is happening inside me.

I cannot even explain it myself."

McCOY: Mia?

Could you come with me, please?

Hi, Mia.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you for coming, both of you.

As you'll recall, a while ago I spoke to you

about a period of service that you would at sometime undergo.

Well, we've reached that moment.

We're sending you out on your first engagement.

Leo?

There's a journalist in London.

Her name is Nicola Gough.

She's about to obtain sensitive information

from an unknown U.S. source.

The source goes by the code name Tacitus.

We need to know Tacitus' true identity,

and we need to stop Nicola Gough from reaching him.

This'll tell you everything you need to know.

Take a look at it.

Learn it by heart.

Questions?

Why us?

Well, Mia has experience

in the world, experience the rest of you can...

not yet rival.

And you, Jules...

you're a perfect match for what we need...

as you'll see.

Now, get ready.

Keep it to yourselves for now, please.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Like, it used to be pretty good,

but I literally just found a hair.

Oh, don't be scared. I'm sure yours is fine.

Maybe the person serving in line

just forgot to put on her hairnet or something.

Oh, no, I'm sure it's fine.

Maybe it's not fine. Should we let someone know?

Clara?

-Boo! -Oh!

So, what's going on?

You going with Jules?

Yeah. To London.

To do what?

I can't say.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

It's just weird.

I thought it would be what you wanted.

It is.

It was your decision to stay.

We could have...

-left and found your mother. -My mother's dead.

-Marissa... -Marissa was lying.

She's dead.

I'm happy here now.

So am I.

Hanna?

Look after yourself.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You travel separately

and meet there. Mia, you're first.

Take the front car.

See you later.

- Bye. - Good luck. And remember,

you've done this a hundred times before in training.

Jules... can I have a word?

♪ ♪

I know this place. This is Camp G.

We interrogated Hanna here.

We asked John Carmichael to send you here

because we have some questions of our own.

The night you tried to escape from the Meadows,

someone helped you.

Who was it?

I told you, I don't know what you're talking about.

Carmichael said you were a good liar.

Two dead guards, one shot with a high-velocity rifle,

the other got his neck snapped in two.

You sent a message to a friend, told them where you were going.

They came after you and tried to help you.

Who were they?

There wasn't anyone.

Don't act dumb.

Does Hanna know about the person that tried to help you?

Did she see them that night?

How could she?

There was no one there.

Who killed these men?

Because it sure as hell wasn't you.

Does the code name Tacitus mean anything to you?

Yeah.

He's my dog.

♪ Do not sleep ♪

♪ My starling ♪

♪ Sleep, my doe ♪

♪ She is wrapped ♪

♪ In curtains ♪

♪ Laid in snow ♪

♪ She will bury you ♪

♪ Inside her fur ♪

♪ Do not sleep ♪

♪ She waits for you to sleep ♪

♪ Do not sleep ♪

♪ She waits for you to sleep ♪

♪ My breath you breathe ♪

♪ It will carry you ♪

♪ My breath you breathe ♪

♪ It carries you ♪

♪ My breath you breathe ♪

♪ It will carry you ♪

♪ My breath you breathe ♪

♪ It will carry you. ♪

Like, I genuinely can't see

how she's your hero.

She's excluded an entire gender from her lectures.

I mean, would she refuse to teach me?

I don't know, and I'm not condoning that.

But have you read Daly's The Church and the Second Sex?

-Yeah, but-- Oh. Hi. -Hi.

I'm Mia.

I'm Pearl. This is Jules.

I'm just here for the semester.

Or whatever you Brits call it.

I'm a first-year undergrad.

I started at Portsmouth Uni

doing French and languages,

but I didn't like it

so I transferred.

Well, nice to meet you.

♪ ♪

I hope she's not a dragon.

-I hope we're not too early. -No, no.

Come in.

We love keen.

So,

let's start with names, shall we?

I'm Bethany.

♪ I feel my heart stop ♪

- ♪ I've just got to catch my breath ♪ Hey.

-♪ Again ♪ -Sandy.

♪ I feel my body rock... ♪

-Sandy. -What?

We got to go to class.

Fuck class.

Sandy, you've been in a terrible mood for days now.

Just shut up, Helen.

When I want lessons in mood,

I'll let you know.

♪ In the reeds ♪

♪ But what is it... ♪

Why them?

Mia's been here for just two months.

Why her, huh?

Social media's

open form structure allows people

from minority backgrounds a voice

where they've traditionally been silenced.

Okay, so we have a newfound voice online, great.

But, in real life, it's actually very different.

Besides, isn't real life what actually matters?

You can't separate the two as if they're completely unconnected.

Social media's constantly influencing our real life.

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Sandy, come in.

Sit down.

So,

I hear you're feeling a little passed over.

Oh, no, not at all, sir.

Well, it's time to remedy that.

We have something we need you and Clemency to do.

It involves travel abroad.

It's an active operation with an element of risk.

Do you both feel ready?

Jules.

Did you forget something?

No.

I wondered...

Do you have a second?

Sure.

What's up?

I'm sorry.

Hey.

I just...

I don't think I'm coping very well.

I know I act all...

super confident in class and everything.

But it's just a lie.

Well, you're a long way from home.

That can be overwhelming.

Do you want to go grab a coffee?

If you have time,

which you obviously don't.

I have time.

Oh, my wife's here. Come on. Come and meet her.

I'm sure she'd love to meet you.

Does she work here as well?

No, she's a journalist, actually.

Oh, wow. Really?

Oh, it's just a few minutes' walk.

It's no problem at all.

Bethany invited me back to their place

for this political gathering thing.

I'm just getting you in there.

The rest is up to you.

Yeah.

What's funny?

It's weird.

I thought it would feel new,

but it just feels kind of like another training exercise,

like I've done it before.

I wonder if Sandy feels the same.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

No, Jules.

What did you mean by that?

No secrets. We're on the same team.

Sandy and Clemency are in Barcelona.

Leo told me.

Why?

They're covering the operation on both sides.

♪ ♪

Oh, sorry... I don't speak Spanish very well.

You need help with the bags?

Oh, no, I'm good.

I just rented an apartment here.

-4A? -Yeah. It's just up there.

Nice.

You're American.

-Right? -Yeah.

Take a year off, traveling.

That's cool. Where have you been?

Paris for a month. And Rome.

Now here.

I'm Clemency.

Juan.

♪ ♪

Don't walk away.

Just talk to me for a second, okay?

I'm Stephen Mannion.

I work for a group that's trying to expose Utrax

and the organization behind it.

Marissa called me when she learned about the Meadows.

You're involved with some dangerous people,

and I need to know what they want from you.

Stay away from me.

-Hanna, please... -I said stay away.

I work with them now.

Please, whatever they want you to do, don't do it.

I'll be here. Same time every day.

You're late.

I know. I'm sorry. I got lost.

-Oh, you came. -Yeah.

Thank you.

I brought Mia. I hope that's okay.

Yeah, of course.

Come in, come in.

Bethany, is that academic here? The one you mentioned?

You mean Leslie Neil?

Sure, I'll introduce you.

Mia, do you want to meet her?

She lectures on female violence in popular culture.

She's fucking awesome.

It's okay. I'm gonna go and grab myself a drink.

You caught me.

Dutch courage.

Never been one for parties.

Me neither.

Are you one of Beth's students?

Yes. I just arrived.

Are you a professor, too?

Uh, no. I'm a journalist.

What kind?

Um...

investigative, I suppose you'd say.

I'd like to do something like that one day.

Well, get ready for a lot of late nights

and low wages. Hmm.

What are you working on at the moment?

This and that.

How did you get into it?

Do you really want to know?

Um, sorry. I have to take this.

Hello?

Yeah, it's me.

I'm just gonna go

somewhere I can talk.

Yeah. We're ready to publish.

No, my-my editor understands

that you want to do the handover face-to-face.

Yeah. He's happy to pay for my flight to Barcelona

to meet you.

We'll protect your identity at all times.

We'll get a Barcelona journalist involved, as well,

so it'll give the exposure more reach.

No, I know a great reporter.

Her name is Alba Paredes.

You can trust her.

I can be there in two days.

Hotel Oriental?

Sure. I'll-I'll stay there, too.

See you there.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I lost you.

I just went to see my friend.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I just...

Where was I?

I worked on an investigation

into the Magdalene Laundries.

What are they?

You never heard of them?

Oh.

Um, young Irish women,

almost all poor,

some prostitutes,

some pregnant out of wedlock,

some just abandoned by their families,

were sent to these Catholic-run institutions.

And they were locked up, and they were never let out.

They were tortured, abused.

They lived in hideous conditions.

Some of them had babies taken away from them,

and they never saw them again.

Many of them died

and were buried there in unnamed graves.

I, uh...

I did a piece on that.

The cover-up.

Is that all true?

Yeah.

It is.

Sadly.

You all right?

♪ ♪

These are the photos Mia sent us

of Nicola Gough's notebook.

She uses a variation of Teeline shorthand,

but it's unique to her,

which means that she'll refer to her notes

but no one can easily decode it.

Except you have.

Time and again she refers to Tacitus as R.G.

Did you cross-check

-with Hotel Oriental? -Yeah, but there are

no guests booked to stay under those initials.

But...

there is an American student studying politics

at the University of Barcelona.

Kat Gelder.

Her father is Robert Gelder,

and he's a lawyer in the military.

He just took an unexpected leave from work.

And he has Code B classified access

to intelligence files.

We think Tacitus is a military lawyer

called Robert Gelder.

You know him?

Only by name.

His daughter's studying in Barcelona.

We think he's using her as cover.

He's coming in the next two days.

Check his flight status.

We already have. He has nothing reserved yet.

Keep checking.

I want to know the second he travels.

Start a tracking operation on the daughter.

Give London the green light to intercept Nicola Gough.

Sir...

What does Tacitus know?

Thank you, Leo.

♪ ♪

We'll get you out.

Soon.

Okay?

Just hang in there.

Stupid bitch!

Wow.

I think that's, um, Jacob's sister.

Jacob? You know that guy?

I think he does chemistry.

♪ ♪

Okay.

So today, we're looking at consensus and conflict

within the African Nationalist movements of the 1950s...

I'm sorry. I swear I had it.

Can you stand aside, please?

-Yeah, sure. -Next.

Kat, have you lost your wallet?

- Fuck. - Excuse me.

Katherine Gelder?

Is this yours?

Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

I found it on a seat in the lecture hall.

It must have fallen out of my bag.

-I am so vacant today. -You're always vacant.

Shut up, Ray.

- I'm Ray. - Sandy Phillips.

Do you study here? I haven't seen you around.

I've been in the city a couple of months.

I'm doing business at the business school?

But I like to dip into politics too, sometimes.

I'm a nerd.

Where do you live?

-Oh, just in a rented room downtown. -Cool.

Did your parents really like Grease or something?

Uh, no. Th-They holiday in Cali every year.

Oh, no-no-no... he meant the film.

Oh... why?

Your name... blonde hair, high pony?

- It-it doesn't matter. - It's fine.

Do you to want to come and eat with us, Sandy?

Sure. That'd be great.

Hi. I missed the lecture earlier.

-Can I copy your notes? -Sure.

What's up?

Nicola Gough's booked her ticket to Barcelona.

We've had the order to intercept.

-When does she leave? -Tomorrow morning.

She takes the Northern Line to London Bridge,

London Bridge to the airport.

But she won't get there.

There is a journalist. Her name is Nicola Gough.

She is about to fly to Barcelona to meet a source

code-named Tacitus.

We've been given the order to intercept her

before she gets to the airport.

Utrax have also sent two other trainees to Barcelona

to intercept the source.

-When is this to happen? -Tomorrow.

Follow me at a distance.

It's okay.

You're safe.

Who is she?

Rachel and I work together.

We're on the side of the angels.

There's just not many of us left anymore.

You heard of them? The pioneers?

No.

They were originally a small splinter cell group

of nationalist radicals within the Agency.

We used to joke about them.

Then they developed Utrax.

Now we believe they're about to use Utrax

to carry out a series of assassinations

across the world.

I think Tacitus

knows who the targets are.

I believe he has a list in his possession,

and we need to get to him

before they do.

Leo Garner.

You were right.

I think I have a friendship issue.

Sir, Robert Gelder has just bought a United Airlines flight

to Barcelona; he's leaving tomorrow.

He paid cash at a D.C. travel center.

Thank you, Terri. Good work.

You want me to try talking to Mia?

No. Done talking.

Leo.

Keep this to yourself.

Deal with it personally.

I don't want any signs she was ever there.

Hey, Mia.

Here's the book you ordered.

♪ ♪

♪ Sola, I'm sola ♪

♪ But there's a guy in my bed ♪

♪ Sayin' "hola"... ♪

-You're such a dick, Ray. -Hey!

Come on, appreciation for the guy who got us in here.

Oh, whatever.

What is that on your arm?

Oh, uh, it's a birthmark.

I used to try and hide it,

but I don't really care so much anymore.

You guys want to go inland this weekend?

I will show you the real Spain.

I can't, Teresa, sorry.

My dad's coming to see me.

Oh, yeah? When?

Like, tomorrow.

And I never get to see him. He's always working, so...

What does he do?

Uh, he's a lawyer for the military.

So cool.

It's super secret. He doesn't really say that much about it.

I think it's great that he's coming.

It's not like him, though, like,

no notice whatsoever.

- Excuse me. - Hey.

- Oh, you're American? - Yeah.

Huh. You study here?

-No, just traveling. -All right.

How long you been in Barcelona?

-Two days. -Oh, cool.

Thanks for letting me tag along.

No worries.

I love your name, by the way.

Clemency. It's so unusual.

It was my mom's idea.

It's so beautiful here.

But the city's changing.

See over there?

When I was young, that was just trees.

Now all those villas in the hills are owned

by Brits and Americans.

Massive houses, private pools, gardens.

And most of them sit empty all year.

♪ Thank you, next, thank you, next ♪

♪ Thank you, next ♪

♪ I'm so fucking grateful for my ex ♪

♪ Thank you, next, thank you, next ♪

♪ Thank you, next ♪

♪ I'm so fucking grateful for my ex ♪

♪ Thank you, next, thank you, next ♪

♪ Thank you, next ♪

♪ I'm so... ♪

Alba, hi, it's Nicola.

Yeah, I'm just about to go to the airport now.

Listen, Tacitus is flying today from Washington.

I need you not to say anything to your news team, okay?

Not even your editor.

No e-mails. Nothing.

Okay.

Yeah.

See you there.

Why can't you tell me where you're going?

Because I don't want to lie to you.

And I can't tell you the truth.

Look...

I will make it up to you, I promise.

Yeah, you bloody well will.

♪ ♪

She's here.

-All okay? -All good. She's on the Northern Line.

Train left five minutes ago.

♪ ♪

She's in the second to last carriage.

I'll fake surprise, get her talking.

You do it just as the train comes into the next station

so it covers the sound.

Then we get off, leave her in there.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Excuse me, Nicola?

I'm so sorry.

Back on the train, please; back on the train.

Move along, please, move along.

♪ ♪

♪ You seem to like it on your knees ♪

♪ Whatever pleases you is also good for me, yeah ♪

♪ But if you wanna change everything ♪

♪ Everything, everything, we could ♪

♪ Forget me never ♪

♪ Now remember me the way you should ♪

♪ Just do it for the memories ♪

♪ And do it for our viewers out there ♪

♪ I see you smiling ♪

♪ I know you ain't scared ♪

♪ Just do it for the fantasy ♪

♪ And do it for our viewers out there ♪

♪ I see you smiling ♪

♪ I know you ain't scared ♪

♪ Give it up, give it up to me, yeah ♪

♪ You look so damn cool under this moon ♪

♪ And the score ♪

♪ You're sounding like you're gonna ♪

♪ Make a move, yeah ♪

♪ Give it up, give it up to me ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This about to cost me a lot ♪

♪ So make it real unforgettable-ble ♪

♪ Make it hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ It's the money shot ♪

♪ Give it up, give it up to me ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This about to cost me a lot ♪

♪ So make it real unforgettable-ble ♪

♪ Make it hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ It's the money shot. ♪