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but due to equipment failure,

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Remaining passengers
arriving from Marylebone,

the bus replacement service offers
a pathway available from the car park.

It's just this way.
The bus replacement service.

- Whoo!
- Run with your head down!

Hey, we're here.

Christ's sake.

Come on, mate. Wake up for God's sake!

Welcome to High Wycombe.

The train currently
standing at platform two…

…Bicester Village,
Oxford Parkway, and Oxford.

Yeah, mate, I'm not working that day.

They're...
They're expecting 100,000 people.

The toilets are gonna be like a barn.

Mate,
there is no way I'm working that day.

Hang... Hang on.

- Can I help?
- Yes.

I'm wondering if you could tell me
where I might find the replacement buses.

We don't have any today.
Everything's running.

So, listen,
you tell Head Office, yeah, um...

I need the bus because, um, uh...

Well, the other night my brother passed.

I don't know whether you heard.

Uh. Yeah, um, uh...

Hey, mate,
I'm... I'm gonna call you back, yeah?

Uh, yes, I did. My condolences.

Uh, the buses are run
by a separate company.

Uh, well, perhaps you could
give me the name of the company.

Well, we use different ones.
I'm not sure...

Please. I... I would very much like to see
the place from where he left this earth.

All right, uh...

Let me make a few phone calls,
and I'll... I'll see if I can sort you out.

Okay.

Standish.

This isn't working.

Can you be more specific?

Seniority dictates
I should have my own office.

Oh, I wouldn't take length of service
in this shithole as a status symbol.

Prisoners have hierarchies.

Humans organize themselves
according to power.

I'll be down shortly with today's work.

Hurry up. If you don't give me
something to do, I'm gonna kill him.

Or at least maim him.

Morning.

Has anyone seen Lamb?

Ambulance driver said
it was a heart attack.

Ah, mercifully quick.

Here one moment,
the next, with the angels.

Found him down there,
second from the back.

And I thought he was sleeping.

Well, he was, wasn't he?

Was there anything
out of the ordinary?

Apart from him.

Uh. A-anything near him?

Something he, uh, might've left?

There was a hat. Seat next to him.

Oh, well, that could well have been his.

Could I take a look at it?
Be lovely to have a keepsake.

Sure, it'd be in lost property.

Huh, I'll... I'll go by when I'm done here.

He looked quite calm-like. Your brother.

Well, that's how he would've wanted to go.

He liked buses.

It's... It's not that I believe
in a life-force, precisely.

But I'm... I'm not positive I...
I don't believe in one.

If you take my meaning.

I'll, uh... I'll give you a moment.

- Sorry to bother, but...
- Oh, yes.

Will you be much longer?

I've, uh...

I... I've said my... my final good-byes.

Only we've just had a call.
Gonna need to use the bus.

Of course.

Fuck.

Um, has anyone seen River?

Yeah, I'm just really excited to take what
I've learned in government intelligence

and apply it a bit more
to more concentrated, commercial...

Taking what I've learned
in government intelligence

and applying it to more commercial,
targeted goals. It's something that I've…

They are ready for you now,
Mr. Cartwright.

And actually, now, at a time
of real geopolitical uncertainty,

private intelligence can fill
the gaps left by the national agencies.

You know?

- Absolutely.
- Mmm.

And it... it feels to me, actually,
that those are the really interesting,

and often unorthodox areas of fieldwork
to which I'm probably best suited.

Now, on your CV,

it says that you're currently seconded
to a unit near Aldersgate.

Yes, I am. Yes. Um...

It's a bespoke unit.

Deals more in analog methods
of intelligence gathering

that's actually given me
a-a-a real grounding in more database...

Yeah, and... That's great.
Uh, so you work at Slough House?

Yes.

I understand that it's not everyone's
first choice of assignment, I do.

But actually, I've found it invaluable.

So you work with Jackson Lamb?

Yeah.

What's he like?

Where is everyone?

Oh, Min, please can you sit down?

Sorry, it's just that I'm trying
to get my steps in.

I should never have given you that thing.

Well, Lamb's gonna kill us.

No, it's fine.
He wasn't even in this morning.

Yeah. He's probably off
wanking in a morgue somewhere.

Okay. What about this one?

300.

- 300?
- Mm-hmm.

Min, it's got a garden.

Okay, 310 then.

I mean it's...
What, it's a "garden flat in Leytonstone."

It can't be that much.

- 520.
- Oh, my god.

I mean, that's a lot.

- It's not.
- He's here.

Here we go.

It's gonna be fun.

All right. Let's make this quick.

I'm seconding you.

Not for long, week or so.

So you'll be reporting to me.

On what sort of job?

Security.

For an off-the-books meeting.

Oh, okay. So that's why we're meeting here
and not the Park.

Yeah. And because you're not allowed
in the building.

Who's the meeting between?

Myself and Arkady Pashkin.

Representative of Ilya Nevsky.

The oligarch?

Nah, the kid's puppeteer.

Yeah, the oligarch.

But I thought we were supposed
to stay away from him.

You're supposed
to stay away from everyone, Min.

I meant "we" as in MI5. He's a dissident.

He opposes a regime in Moscow,
and we're not supposed to take sides.

Well, Her Majesty's Government are
prepared to be pragmatic in this matter.

Nevsky made his money in oil and gas.
We're worried about energy security.

So, Nevsky's right-hand guy, Pashkin,
Taverner's right-hand guy, moi,

are gonna sherpa a little meeting
between the two of them.

Any face-to-face meetings are to
be held at a pre-agreed secure location

which I need you to assess, sweep,

take out the bins. Usual routine.

Well, who made the approach?

Pashkin. Via an intermediary.
Freelancer named Krimov.

And does Krimov check out?

I did the background. It's all in here.

So, the meeting's this Saturday
in the Glasshouse.

Same day as the Anti-Capitalist March.

Is that a problem? Are you thinking
of making a placard and going along?

No, no. Just getting up to speed.

Good.
Well, I hope it's not too tall an order.

But if you think you're too rusty

or you're happy with the stale scraps
Lamb throws you, just say the word…

and piss off back to Slough House.

- Should we take the job?
- Uh, I think we just did.

Well, yeah, I know. But Lamb's gonna
cough up a bollock when he finds out.

- Well, we don't really have a choice.
- Well, we do. We can just not do it.

Thing is, you're scared of Lamb.

I'm not scared of Lamb.

I mean, yeah, I am scared of Lamb. Yeah.

You're looking at it.
I did what you asked without being asked.

Be great if you could do that
without making me want to hit you.

- Just don't say anything.
- Yes, okay.

- What am I looking at?
- Soho street cam footage.

This is Soho?

But where's all the prostitutes
and the junkies?

- Soho's changed.
- Shut up, Mike.

Marcus.

Yeah, it'll take me six months
to get your name right,

and if I've done my job,
you'll be long gone by then.

It looks like he's heading for,
uh, Marylebone. Can you pick him up there?

Where's he gone? We lost him.

We just need to switch to another camera.

- Cause of death?
- What's going on?

Ex-service agent found dead
on a bus in Oxford Parkway.

Just got the coroner's report.

Guy!

Heart failure.

That's bollocks.

Well, he was in his 60s, smoked,
drank. Was probably on the cards.

But I do all that and look at me, eh.
I'm in my prime.

Why would someone wanna kill this guy?

Uh, maybe he went for a job interview
without telling his boss.

That's grounds for murder.

Are you sure it's murder?

He left a note on his phone
that tells me it was.

And you gonna tell us
what it says?

Yeah, well, I would if I thought
you could offer up any insights.

Here's an angle by the ticket barriers.

Dickie goes through
the barrier without buying a ticket.

- So it's not a planned journey.
- Yeah, uh, rewind.

- Dickie?
- His real name was Richard Bough.

He was an occasional in Berlin.
Kicked out just before the wall came down.

He's following someone.

I w... I wanna see them getting on
the buses at High Wycombe station.

Well, hang on. That... That bus is closer,
but he walks over to that one.

I think he's following the man in the hat.

Well, this hat was found near where
Dickie snuffed it in the luggage rack.

Ladies and gentlemen, the death bus is
now pulling into Oxford Parkway station.

Well, there's no one in a hat.

That's because the hat was left
on the fucking bus, you pillock.

I'm holding it.

Just show me the footage
from both platforms.

It's the bald man.

Which bald man?

Center of screen,
on the northbound platform.

He's got his back to the camera.
He doesn't want to be seen.

Where did your bald man go?

Must've got on the train.

No, he's still on the platform.
Fast-forward to the next train, Roddy.

Right. I want footage
from inside that Oxford Parkway train,

so we can see where baldy gets off, okay?

I wanna know who this fucker is
and where he fucking went.

Footage from inside
the trains is stored on hard drives

that are physically swapped out once
a week and are taken to a data center.

I just fell asleep with my eyes open.

Where they're copied and wiped,
then put back on the trains.

It's legwork.

You need a donkey for that,
and I'm a thoroughbred.

You, Ho, are a massive horse's cock.

But you're right. I need a donkey
to fetch those hard drives.

Harper.

Whoa. You see that?

- See what?
- No.

Harper just shared a little look
with... with his girlfriend.

I wonder what that means.

We've been seconded.

Who by? Twats "R" Us?

- Webb.
- What... Webb?

You're gonna work for that dick
after he fucked me over?

I don't know.
I-I-I think it shows excellent taste.

What's the assignment, and please tell me
you can't give me any details?

Security on a Russian back channel meet.

Jesus Christ, Min.

You were what,
549th on the list?

You know, if it was anyone else
I'd go nuclear bananas, but I hate Webb,

and you will doubtless fuck it up,
so I consider that a result.

I'll get the hard drives then.
They're too busy working for the enemy.

Fuck off.
You're planning to jump ship for Elessar.

Don't grandstand when you're
chasing the private pound.

Where the fuck are you going?

I turned them down.
I didn't want to do it.

Aw. Well, we just sorted out
your farewell present.

Here.

What am I supposed to do with this now?

I'm not giving you any juicy action.

I'm still laboring under the illusion
that, uh, that Shelby…

Shirley.

…Is only half shit and not full shit
like everyone else.

So she's going.

But why risk her when you know
I could do the job?

Sorry, it's just this is in my wheelhouse.
I don't know what we're...

- You have a wheelhouse?
- Yes, I do have a wheelhouse.

Do you know why she's at Slough House?

No.

Well, consider yourself lucky
you stopped when you did.

Wait, so what do I do then?

Fuck off to the job center for all I care.

I mean,
you can think about getting a gardener.

Too much for you?

No, I'm just saying, you know.

Maybe someone
to do stuff around the house too.

If this is leading towards,

"You'd be better off in a home,"

I think I should warn you
I once killed a man with a pair of shears.

Wait, really?

No, but it's never too late.

How did the interview go?

Jesus Christ.

God, spooks never do retire, do they?
How did you know that?

The director got in touch with me.

I said you'd prefer to be judged
on your own merits.

Well, I was and I didn't get it.
So that's nice to know.

I think they just got me in
to hear stories about Lamb anyway.

I can't see you in private intelligence.

Well, luckily neither can
the people in private intelligence

because to them I'm still the dickhead

who crashed Stansted
on a training exercise.

I thought saving Hassan
would wipe the slate clean,

but I'm still sat around
like a spare part.

Well, something will turn up.

Already has,
but Lamb's shut me out of that one too.

Tracking an FSB wet squad.

Who is the hit?

Richard Bough.

Christ.

What?

Oh, nothing. I'm just...

I'm amazed he was still alive, is all.

How did he die?

Uh, heart attack. On paper.

Well, maybe it was just a heart attack.

I mean, I don't see anyone wanting
to have Dickie Bough killed.

Wait, so you knew him?

Yeah, of him. Yeah.

God.

Ah. Come on. I need a drink for all this.

Shit. Sorry.

No worries.

- Someone dropped this.
- Ah, thank you.

Yeah?

I need you to cut the power
to the Datalok building at nine o'clock.

- I've got a date in 30 minutes.
- No, you haven't.

I just lifted a security guy's card, and
I need to get in there before he notices.

Why do you need me to cut the power
if you've already got his card?

It only gets me through the outer gate.

It's facial recognition
on the door to the building.

What's in it for me?

A quick death.

Cicadas.

Uh, sleeper agents embedded
in British society.

So named because cicadas
spend years underground before hatching.

And do you remember
how we concluded they were a hoax?

Uh, yes.
Because the spy master controlling them

turned out to be a bogeyman, yeah.

Alexander Popov.
My fearsome opposite number.

Invented by the Russians
to keep us chasing our tails.

Yeah, well.

Dickie's big moment came when he
went AWOL before the wall came down.

We thought he'd defected,
and…

…to be frank,
the Germans were welcome to him.

And then he came staggering back,
blind drunk,

claiming that Popov
and a thug had abducted him

and interrogated him
and poured brandy down his throat.

I mean, obviously he'd been
on an enormous bender.

And he came up with the worst
possible excuse imaginable.

So we threw him out.

Right, so there's no chance that Dickie
was actually telling the truth then?

None. I mean, Popov was a ghost.

We never found a single cicada.

Well, it's definitely
getting Lamb worked up.

Well, he's probably
doing due diligence on an old joe, but…

…you know, Dickie's death
was nothing out of the ordinary.

He was following someone when he died.

Maybe he saw someone
that he shouldn't have.

No, in Berlin.

And then now again in London.

Look, I know you had a knock-back today

and you're desperate
for something to happen.

But believe me,
this doesn't sound like anything.

Why not?

Well, heart failure
isn't the FSB's style, is it?

I mean, all their recent hits
have left a clear signature.

Usually radioactive.

No, they want us to see what they've done

and dare us to come up
with a response that will never happen.

- But what if this isn't the FSB?
- What?

- What if it's KGB?
- Oh. No, no, no. No.

Now you're chasing after your own tail.

Yeah, but... I mean,
those guys, they left no trace.

You wouldn't see them coming.
Brush past, a tap from an umbrella…

No, no, no, no.
Dickie wasn't bothering anyone.

Yeah. Maybe not.

Right, I better go.

Can I not offer you dinner?

No, no. It's fine. I had something before.

Um, I'll clean all that up.

No, no, no. Leave it. I'll do it later.
I enjoy the night air.

Be careful, River.

- What made you say that?
- Hmm?

There's a streetlight out
at the end of the lane.

There's a dark stretch between there
and the high street.

Right. Um. Don't drink too much.

Right. This is the Glasshouse
where Webb has agreed to meet Pashkin.

The entrance to the underground car park
is on the street behind.

And then, for the meeting, we take a lift

up to the boardroom
and disable the cameras.

So we need to do a bug sweep
the night before.

We could check it out now.
I bet the view's amazing.

No. We can't get access
until Webb gives us passes.

Or we just use the building opposite.

Have a roofnic.
Scope it out from there.

- Roofnic?
- Yeah.

How come Lamb knew
about River's interview?

Uh, Catherine said
that they called in for a reference.

Fuck. Brutal.

So what, did he just fart
down the phone?

No. Apparently,
it was actually pretty good.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Pashkin is gonna meet Webb
in the boardroom

above Nevsky's office
which is on the 42nd floor.

Um, does that say… Almaz Trust?

Nevsky's company.

It's Russian for diamonds.
Made his first million as a gem trader.

So, 42nd floor would be one, two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
11, 12...

Min, just count down from the top.

It's 50 floors, boardroom's 47th floor,
Nevsky's five down from that...

All right. Okay. Yeah.
I can do the maths, yeah.

Well, that's why he wants to have
the meeting in this building then?

Yeah.
Once we establish the boardroom's secure,

you can just sneak upstairs
and no one will ever know.

Yeah. And it's not like anyone's going
to be looking through the windows, is it?

What's above and below?

Um, nothing above.

Below, apart from Nevsky's,
there are private banks,

investment companies,
and then 20 floors of luxury hotel.

Ooh. Well, maybe we should insist
on staying in the hotel as part of the op.

Should we make that a deal breaker?

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

You are a fucking dead man, Ho.

I said nine o'clock!

Fuck.

I only realized when I got home.
She lifted my wallet and handed it in.

The card was gone. Fucking crazy.

You go that way.

- So did you get it?
- Yep.

Good job.

Guess I'm not full shit then?

Oh, no. Definitely not full shit.

Yeah. Full shit be crashing Stansted.

Well, actually that was a setup,
so it... Ah, forget it.

So you're here for...
Is it punching your case officer?

Technically, no.

I mean, I did punch him
after he made a pass at me,

but I could've escaped that
with a reprimand and a note in my file.

It was the second punch that did it,
after he said I hit like a girl.

Didn't get up after that.

Fair enough.

He took a train from Oxford Parkway
to Stroud, Cotswolds.

I checked the station CCTV.

Our guy walks off camera
towards the taxi booth.

Right. So we don't know
where he went after that?

It's gonna sound strange, but did
anyone come near Dickie with an umbrella?

Yeah. Loads of people.

- It was raining earlier.
- Yeah, no. I meant...

You meant like
in the Markov assassination.

Yeah.

Got a big wide-on for old-school hits,
but no one jabbed him with an umbrella.

What about the bald man?

Told you, we lose him at the taxi booths.

Yeah, but how close did he get to Dickie?

That seat's taken.

Oh, yeah? By who?

Gillian Anderson's in the lav.

Well, I imagine she'll be a while
throwing up after watching you eat.

Do you know how much it hurt me to
write you an even half-decent reference?

And all for nothing.
I mean, you're still here.

What you do, take a shit in the wastepaper
bin halfway through the interview?

Actually, what went wrong was not having
anything interesting to say about you.

Should've just told them
that you eat like a dying horse.

Aw. It's my fault
no one wants to hire you?

Dickie was murdered.

I know that, you twat.

Yes, but you don't know how.

If you…

Can I sit there or I'm gonna...

I can't.

Shirley got that footage
that you asked for from inside the train.

So, look.

Dickie's nearest the door, right?

Meaning that he has to get off first if he
doesn't want to draw attention to himself.

But what that means is that it puts
the man that he's following behind him

when they get off at High Wycombe.

But look. He's touching Dickie on the arm.

And then, if you go to the footage
from inside the station…

Dickie's rubbing his arm.

Our man must have dosed him
with something untraceable

that shows up as a heart attack.

Unless you want to run a bunch of

complicated and obscure tests,
which I imagine the Park

wouldn't want to bother with
even if they thought it necessary.

Now…

I bet you 50 quid that I know
the message on Dickie's phone.

Just one word.

Cicada.

Not bad.

What, my pitch or your noodles?

Yeah. Keep the change.

Thank you, Mr. Lamb.

You know, the fact
that I'm right means you give me 50 quid.

I mean, that's how bets work, generally.

Well, I'll take it as a fee
for writing your reference.

Okay, clever bollocks, what's it all mean?

What it means is that Dickie
wasn't lying all those years ago.

It means he was grabbed,
force-fed a ton of booze

and then questioned by someone
wanting to spread the myth of Popov.

It's still a myth.

Yes, Popov didn't exist,
but maybe the cicadas did.

Do. Maybe they hid the truth in a lie.

And Dickie has seen someone,
he's tailed them,

they've not liked it
so they've killed him.

Because maybe they've been reactivated
and maybe more people are gonna die.

Where are you off to?

Cotswolds.

Good.

Find out what the bald man did there,

who he spoke to, and if he's still there.

Yeah.

Cheers, Mr. Lao.

Can I get a couple
of those prawn buns to go?