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Talk to me, Ray.

Low on gas and almost out of ammo, Johnny.

God damn it. This isn't supposed to be happening in this area.

- Retreat! Let's go! - Move it! Move it!

To RP Tango.

Charlie Company overrun. Requesting firepower.

Can't hang around pal. Gotta go home and refuel, come back for them.

If we go, there'll be no one left to come back for.

Move it! Move! Move! Retreat! Retreat!

- We're hit! - Mayday! Mayday!

Dragonfly 2 going down!

Come on, Ray. Let's go. Come on, Ray.

Come on, Ray, let's go!

Move! Move!

On your knees.

What's going on?

Hey, you will not.

No, you can't. No!

- No! - You're all right, Ray. Just stay cool.

- You're all right. - Johnny, help me.

No! Ray!

Here come the visa crew.

Log 'em in.

Murdock, Alvin.

Purvell, Robert.

Su, Joyce.

Rosenbaum, Naomi.

What the hell is that?

That is Kate Abbott.

The new security officer.

VIP request. We need to process it.

Okay.

- Sorry, Sally. - What's the rush, Sam?

Security breach.

Everybody in the conference room in 10.

Nero Franks, Maltese national.

Over the weekend, he tried to board an Oceanic Airlines flight

from Heathrow to Chicago.

Alarms went off when Franks presented his passport.

It didn't have the new digital watermark. Franks tried to run.

MI5 thought he was a suicide bomber

and took him out. Take a look.

Nero Franks was a scientist with no priors,

working for a German chemical outfit.

His specialty was combustible gas munitions.

The Brits and the Germans are still looking

for a possible terrorist connection,

but no joy so far.

So here's the issue for us, people.

Now our enemies know they can't forge visas.

That means they'll be looking for ways to get real ones,

the kind you hand out every day.

We're working with all the British security agencies,

but they're stretched really thin.

Budget cuts, plus they have homegrown terrorists to worry about.

We're not saying that you have to give everyone the third degree.

90% of our applicants are straightforward.

It's the remaining 10% that I lose sleep over.

Any application that tweaks you the wrong way, take it straight to Kate.

She excelled at this work in Washington.

What Sam really means is you'll need someone to blame

if the wrong guy gets through, so use me.

What I'm really interested in is anyone with scientific expertise,

specialists in chemicals or gases.

Any questions?

All right, gang. Back to work.

That's fine, madam. Your visa will be ready tomorrow.

She's never seen the ball drop in Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Have a good stay in the United States, sister.

Thank you, sir.

So do you promise to watch me when I'm on American Idol?

Oh, absolutely.

What?

- Have a good stay. - Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Dr. Balan, good afternoon.

I was told my paperwork is in order.

This won't take long.

Romanian citizen.

You have listed a medical conference

as the reason for visiting the United States.

Yes.

This conference is for pediatricians.

You're a general practitioner.

I work in a clinic for newly arrived immigrants.

Many of my patients are children.

Dr. Balan, it also says that you consult for Vicker's Pharmaceuticals.

I'm curious why we don't have a letter from them.

I've only been there a few months.

- Is there a problem? - I certainly hope not.

Let me see this file.

I'm not done with my review.

A word.

You don't think it's strange that a GP,

who also happens to be a researcher,

wants to attend a pediatrics conference?

There's nothing odd about moonlighting as a consultant

to make a few extra bucks.

Besides, Naomi already did the background check.

- Balan's fine. - I'll be the judge of that.

Look, I know you were a high-flyer in D.C.

I am not here on vacation.

Even when it's slow,

we're not processing people fast enough.

We're seriously understaffed.

So when paperwork gets held up by security,

people start missing flights,

and I'm the one that has to deal with their complaints.

Unless you wanna suffer the Ambassador's wrath.

I'm doing my job, Bill.

We all are.

We have a problem. A new security expert.

From Washington.

Her name is Kate Abbott. She knows about Vicker's.

So no visa?

She's trouble, I'm telling you.

I'll take care of her.

This way, please.

Sweet of you to stop in.

There's something you need to see.

I'll have it done tomorrow.

Lisa.

- Hey. - I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I saved us a bottle of bubbles.

Oh! You're the best.

So how did it go?

Would you believe I sold every damn one?

- No. - Yes.

But I saved those for you.

I know you have a thing for the underworld.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

So all work and no play, huh?

It's complicated.

Is everything a state secret with you?

It's so beautiful.

- Hello? - Hi, Naomi. It's Kate.

I'm so sorry it's so late.

It's okay. Is something wrong?

You remember a guy you processed a while ago,

Sri Lankan researcher by the name of Fazli Sameer?

Uh, yeah, I was checking him out when Bill pulled the file.

He said I had too much on my plate, and he'd handle it.

Okay, all right. Thanks so much.

Bye.

Actually, Dr. Balan did ask me for a reference.

Request slipped through the cracks.

I'll get my secretary to draft one today.

Oh, would it be possible to see Dr. Balan's security clearance?

What's this really about?

- I just thought since I was here, it'd be... - About that.

If you were even remotely familiar

with the British Defense Ministry's standards on secrecy...

We're on the same side here.

You need to present a proper written authorization

from the Home Office to even inquire about security clearances.

- Dr. Perry, I... - It's time for you to leave.

Get Inspector Anderson for me, please.

- Hey, Howie. - Hey, sweetie. What's up?

Listen, I need the list of this month's visa files.

Yeah.

There's no authorization.

Oh, Parker probably forgot to call.

Could you remind him?

Yes. Oh.

- Bye. - Bye. Bye-bye.

- You wanted to see me? - Miss Abbott.

I believe you know Inspector Paul Anderson

from Counter Terrorism Command?

Good morning.

Why are you making inquiries into the security status

of a British resident, Dr. Emil Balan?

He applied for a visa to come to the United States.

So you took it upon yourself

to go to his workplace and interrogate his superior

rather than contacting my office?

Dr. Balan needs his visa today.

I just thought it would be faster.

Not to go through proper channels?

What's this about, Paul?

The director, Perry, contacted me personally

to complain that Ms. Abbott had been making unauthorized inquiries.

Then he called his friend, the Home Secretary,

who asked me if you have issued the visa.

No, I haven't.

Is there a problem?

Ambassador Crane.

Inspector. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know you were joining us.

I didn't either. The Home Secretary just called.

So what's the problem?

I can't discuss the details of an ongoing investigation.

We're talking about a medical professional

with serious political connections.

Is this really a matter of national security?

Sam?

It's her call.

I'm standing by it.

I'll inform the Home Secretary accordingly.

But let me tell you something about Balan that you probably don't know.

A few years ago, his wife applied for a visa

for emergency medical treatment in the United States.

She died

because some bureaucrat kept asking for one more piece of paper.

Under the circumstances,

you might consider showing her widower a little compassion,

Ms. Abbott.

Ambassador.

Congratulations.

You're already making enemies in high places.

Keep it up.

Sam, get control of this situation.

Ugh.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks for backing me up.

You have great instincts, Kate.

Bill.

- Can I talk to you for a sec? - Sure.

Sorry, Kate, I'll have to take this.

I'll meet you guys at the restaurant.

- All right, see you there. - Okay. Gaston's, right?

See you there.

You need to do it now.

Okay, I understand.

Thanks, mate.

- After you. - Thanks.

I think this is our table. Classy. Look at that bar.

Naomi, have you ever...

This place is really nice.

That bar looks amazing.

Bill's crazy about this place.

What you told me last night

about Bill pulling that file...

Kate, it's the guy's birthday party.

We're supposed to be having fun.

Oh, um, he pre-ordered the pressed duck for all of us.

- Okay. - Um, we're six, please.

Wait. Did anyone remember to pick up the present for Bill?

- What? That was you. - I'm pretty sure...

Not playing a part of this.

- Don't look at me. - All right, guys, pony up.

- Is this enough? - I know.

It's like we're here for the free food.

Hi. I'm here to pick up a gift.

- That's beautiful. - Yes. It's a great choice.

- I'll wrap it up for you. - Thank you.

What's taking Bill so long?

All right, here comes the good part.

What do you mean?

Is that what we're eating?

That's disgusting.

Thank you.

Help.

Naomi.

Alvin!

Joyce!

Help.

There's someone hurt.

Abbott's still alive.

Where?

Following the embassy survivor protocol.

That's what they're trained to do.

Make sure she doesn't survive.

- What are you hearing, Sally? - A restaurant blew.

The place looks like a killing zone.

According to first responders' radio chatter, it was a bomb.

I'm working on getting security video feeds.

- Where was the hit? - Just a few blocks away.

Do we have anyone in the area?

The visa crew took Bill to lunch at Gaston's.

Christ. Waring Lane.

Oh, God.

- American Embassy. - Right, sir.

- How long until this is fully out? - Hours.

How many?

Four of yours, two waiters, saleswoman from the glassware shop,

and five passersby.

And more than a dozen wounded.

The blast originated where your people were seated.

Has anyone claimed responsibility?

No.

The bomb took out most of the security cameras near the restaurant.

Don't know how much of the feed we'll recover.

Is that all of 'em?

We found this in the shop.

Abbott must have been in there when the bomb went off.

Do you think she's dead?

We can't find her.

Joyce, Robert, Alvin, Naomi, they're all dead.

Oh, my God.

Bill Talbot was supposed to be at that restaurant.

He stayed behind to take a secure link call.

he should be somewhere between the embassy and the restaurant.

Get a lock on the trackers on Bill and Kate's IDs right now.

Okay. That was the search team.

There's still no sign of Abbott.

So what do we know about her?

Only child, born and raised in Montana,

parents are deceased.

Stanford University.

Then a two-year scholarship for graduate studies

at the University of London.

She applied to the State Department,

scored high enough to get into the Bureau of Diplomatic Security.

She single-handedly unraveled a plot

to bomb the American Embassy in...

Okay, so she knows the city and she's good at her job.

Tell me something I don't know.

Well, she's better than good.

London's considered a senior posting.

She speaks four languages,

three of them being Russian, Arabic, and Mandarin.

- Wait. She's CIA? - We don't know.

Okay, until proven otherwise, we assume Abbott is alive.

That makes her a material witness

and quite possibly a suspect.

Get her details out to the police, MI5, the media.

If she's wandering around injured,

surely a security camera will pick her up.

No, she'll know better than that.

But put her friends, especially that photographer, Lisa Carr,

under surveillance.

Abbott might reach out to her.

I had a lock on Kate's locator,

Kate knows we're tracking her embassy ID.

She's following protocol, heading for the safe zone in the park.

- Talbot's already there. - I'll be there in two minutes.

- Kate. - Bill.

- Thank God you're all right. Okay? - Okay.

- Bill, they're all dead. - I know, I know.

- All right, come here. - Bill, I tried to save them.

- There's nothing left. - Let's walk here.

- I tried to save them. - I know. Relax.

There was a man with a gun outside. He almost...

Why couldn't you have left things alone, Kate?

Now I have no choice.

Kate...

Bill.

Look, look. Over there, see?

Danny! Come here!

Get away! She's got a gun!

It was an accident.

- He tried... - Someone call the police!

Somebody help him!

Someone call the police!

Yeah, yeah, Lancaster Gate. Yeah.

Excuse me.

Damn it.

Witnesses saw Abbott holding a gun

and Talbot staggering toward the fountain.

And this time, we have video evidence.

Please, Paul, give me a chance to find her.

I'm sorry, Sam. I have my orders.

Look, I know that you track your people

using GPS chips in their IDs.

It's how you knew that Talbot and Abbott were here.

Hang on a second.

- Where's Bill's ID? - I'm sure we'll find it.

My point is this.

Assuming Abbott still has her ID, you can find her,

and it's best I'm there when you do.

The kid's video went viral.

The Home Secretary saw it, got on to the Foreign Office.

Now she's wanted for deadly assault

and questioning in a terrorist incident.

Kate has diplomatic immunity. You can't touch her.

You know we won't take chances with people like that, Sam.

Come in.

Who are you?

Trevor. I work with Fred.

I only work with Fred. Shut the door.

He's ill. Do you want my help or not?

The signal is active. You'd better hurry.

What's happening with those trackers, Sally?

Someone must have taken Bill Talbot's.

It's moved away from the park.

At the moment, it's stationary off Russell Square.

There's still a problem with Kate's.

The tracker must have got damaged in the explosion.

What's the last location we have for her?

Lamb's Market off Curzon Street.

And you're sure no one else can track her?

Absolutely. Only you and me.

I need to get to her, Sally.

That's exactly what Anderson is expecting you to do,

and he'll be right behind you with an SAS team.

Kate knows what to do, Sam.

It's more important we find Talbot's tracker.

Whoever has it might be able to tell us

what really happened in that park.

The fireworks in Dubai.

That was you, right?

Now you can follow

whoever has one of these.

And the second item?

Straight from the lab used by the security services.

Dials you into their field agent communication system...

You shouldn't have asked about Dubai.

on the north side of Kensington Gardens,

where a short time ago...

The Met has issued a warrant for Kate's arrest.

...horrific explosion earlier today

at a popular restaurant not far from here.

This is Sam Parker. Leave a message.

God damn it.

And Bill Talbot's tracker fell off the grid five minutes ago.

...taken by a witness here.

We can show you these images now.

There is a woman seen running from the scene...

- Section 5. - Sally, it's me.

I've been monitoring you, but your tracker keeps shorting out.

You have to give me your location, Kate.

Kate?

Kate?

Damn.

Sam, what's going on? Did you find Talbot's tracker?

- No, just a dead guy. - What?

Talk to me about Kate.

She called in two minutes ago,

hung up before I could get a location.

Sam, you need to get back here.

The Ambassador's on the warpath.