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- [flames crackling]
- [glass shatters]

- [man speaking indistinctly over radio]
- [sirens wailing]

[EMT 1] What's your name?

- Take a deep breath.
- [EMT 2] Can't get a blood pressure.

Can you look at me? Look at
me, right here. That's very good.

[EMT 2] Heart rate's spiking.

- [EMT 1] Can you tell me your name?
- Ronnie.

- Can you open your mouth, Ronnie?
- No.

I want to be sure
you can breathe.

- Does it hurt to move it?
- Yeah.

[EMT 2] Fractured
ribs on the left side.

[EMT 1] Out of the
way, please! Door!

[Kate] No, I have
that information.

[Kapoor] We know
one of them was killed.

- Do we have a name?
- Three are injured, one deceased.

- [Kate] No, we're still in Paris.
- [Austin] I'd love a name.

The Foreign Secretary was
called away. This is Aaron Brayer.

I have that. I'd like
to know which one.

- [Austin] Where's Sunil?
- [Brayer] On his way.

Head of Station's
in the safe room.

Met Police said it was an IED.

- Ambassador, could you follow me?
- Yes?

No, I'm at the British
Embassy in Beirut.

- [Mills] Paris.
- Paris.

Ma'am! If I could take that.

- Hang on.
- [woman] Sorry...

Three Americans were blown up.

I have to call the secretary of
state, Ops Center, and White House.

- You're not taking my phone.
- [woman] It's not yours.

It's mine.

I'll call you right back.

[phone beeping]

Hi.

[Billie] We can't send earthquake
aid to Jakarta if he doesn't ask.

- Oh, he will.
- And when he does?

3,000 people are buried
alive. Think he's not gonna ask?

[Post] We're guessing 4,000.

If he doesn't ask us for a task force,
it's not aid, it's boots on the ground.

Sorry to barge in.

Explosion in Central London.

Three of ours were
hit. And a British MP.

Tourists?

- Foreign Service.
- [Post] Terrorists?

[Danny] Secretary
of state's on his way.

- [Post] Tell Sheila I'll be there.
- [Rayburn] Airports open in Jakarta?

[Post] Yes, but the roads are
scrambled. It's gonna be slow-going.

We set up a cordon
around the blast site,

but the Met evacuated the street
in case of a second explosion.

Whoever planted the device
likely left the area with the evacuees.

- Can we find the home secretary?
- He's joining right now, sir.

Louisa? Any updates on names?

Still waiting.

I'd like to be able to
tell the ambassador

whether her husband
is alive or dead.

Yes, I'm right here.

I'm so terribly sorry.

[Kate] We don't know
who they were after,

but if 3 out of 4
were American FSOs,

we alert embassy staff
they're a possible target.

[woman] Staffers are asking
if they should pack bags.

No, she should make that
clear at the EAC. Yeah. Exactly.

[staffer] Excuse me. Sorry.

The foreign secretary asked
me to share this with you.

Yeah.

[somber music playing]

Yeah. Alert in large crowds,
review your personal security plans,

stay in contact with family.

[staffer] Ma'am, Mr. Wyler's
surgeons are on the phone.

Regarding our discussions on the bridge,
perhaps between ourselves just now.

If members of my government
are involved, it could be anyone.

- Yeah.
- Difficult to know where to begin.

- Not today's problem.
- Kate.

The Tory party has, on occasion,
received donations from Russian sources.

An effort organized
primarily by Merritt Grove.

[music ends]

What does "Russian
sources" mean?

People like Roman Lenkov.

If you were the British PM and
you want something from Lenkov...

You ask Merritt Grove.

We've got an RAF plane waiting. They're
drafty, but they'll get you there.

[Dennison] Thanks
for your hospitality.

[Brayer] Chief of staff for you.

Excuse me.

If there's anything
else at all I can do...

How tall are you?

[staffer] Ma'am, Mr. Wyler's
surgeons are on the phone.

[surgeon 1] There are significant
risks to the procedure itself.

- [Kate] What does that mean?
- He may not survive the procedure.

[surgeon 2] He may not survive without
it. Ambassador, we need your consent.

Thank you.

- May I help you?
- I'm good.

[belt jangling]

[grunting softly]

- [grunting]
- [fabric ripping]

[intriguing music playing]

- [jet engine powering down]
- [man speaking indistinctly over PA]

[journalist] ...the risk
of secondary devices,

Commissioner
Hammond would like...

The surgeon would like to
talk to you as soon as possible.

Ronnie and Stuart?

Mr. Hayford's in the operating
theater. Lost a good deal of blood.

Ronnie sustained a
serious blow to the head.

The neurosurgeon's already
begun. They say he's quite good.

[Kapoor] Greg would
like to release this

to the EU and OSCE,
pending your approval.

Yeah.

[car door slams]

- [Alysse] Ma'am.
- [music ends]

Ambassador Wyler.

Mr. Malakov is
the head of surgery.

He and the chief of medicine are waiting
to talk to you upstairs. Follow me.

- Who are you?
- Neil Barrow.

- [Alysse] Stacy's office.
- I'm your direct line to Stacy.

- Stacy...
- Head of the political section.

- Where is she?
- She didn't want to leave the embassy.

You were gone, so Stuart
was chargé. But now Stuart is...

So Stacy's chargé.

Where's Ms. Park?

- Why don't we take you to...
- I need Ms. Park now.

Go.

[security guard on radio] W3
has a pedestrian inquiry regarding

a disturbance at the East Gate.
Can we advise on the East Gate?

Lenkov put together
the attack on the carrier.

But the Kremlin
did not hire him.

I think the prime minister did.

- Whoa.
- Of this country.

Slow down.

They are British police.
This is a British hospital.

Our people are not safe here.

Kate, you think the
British prime minister...

Ordered a strike on his own warship,
which may or may not be connected

to the bomb that just
went off in his own city.

You think he ordered that too?

I think the call is coming
from inside the house.

And three Americans,
including my husband,

just got blown up
inside the house.

[ominous music playing]

Lock down the hospital.

[dramatic music playing]

HMI6 are here to brief.

And Reese?

On his way. Road
closures near the blast site.

[music fades out]

I understand you have a meeting with
the prime minister, so I'll dive in.

Do I?

No one has claimed credit,

aside from a troll farm
in North Macedonia.

- It's not your lot?
- Russians don't bomb London.

They poison. Or toss
someone off a terrace.

- But not this.
- We've got a few pieces of the device.

We'll know more when
we've analyzed the residue.

He'd like you at Number Ten.

Tom and I will be right there.

[siren wailing in the distance]

French intelligence thinks that
we're going to kill Roman Lenkov.

We're not.

- Are we?
- I'm asking you.

Sir...

Special Forces intending to make
an arrest, but the target grows violent.

- It's two o'clock.
- Who can give an order like that?

20 pounds of ammonium nitrate and fuel
oil have just detonated in Notting Hill,

an MP is dead,

and the prime minister
wants us chasing

around after Margaret
Roylin for a confab.

- I can't...
- He's talking with Margaret Roylin?

No, that's the issue.
The police can't find her.

He tried to get MI5 onto it, but
Pemberton told him to bugger off,

and he's terrified of
women, so it worked.

And now he's on me.

- Not my lane.
- [knock on door]

Mm-hmm?

I'm so sorry, sir.
The prime minister.

Lenkov can tell
us who hired him.

We need him alive.

[surgeon] The
team at the blast site

had to remove some
shrapnel near Mr. Wyler's liver.

We didn't find any foreign bodies in
the organ, but the trauma is extensive.

We've laid hemostatic material
on the tear and packed the wound,

but he's not out
of the woods yet.

The laceration is
an urgent concern.

We need to control the bleed before I
can explore the extent of the damage.

When he stabilizes, I'll be able to
assess whether or not a repair is...

[whispering indistinctly]

Excuse me.

- [machine beeping in distance]
- [door opens and closes]

What's happening?

- What's happened?
- [man] Second bleed.

I pulled the packs for a look.
The tear is bigger than we thought.

[woman] We're pushing vasopressors and
platelets. His vitals are in his boots.

[surgeon] Clamp please.
Do we have enough suction?

Pemberton is up there.
As is Mrs. Trowbridge.

[Trowbridge] How many times
will we have members of Parliament

butchered in the street
before you see fit to protect us?

- [Pemberton] We did.
- Did you?

Or did you give
them panic buttons

and toughened glass
and dreamcatchers?

- Hoping that would do the trick?
- [Pemberton] Sir.

[Trowbridge] You stripped
Whitehall of its bins, in case of bombs.

Now tourists strew
the streets with rubbish,

while Grove is splattered
all over the pavement!

Specialist officers have
secured remains of the device.

We're analyzing residue and such.
We'll know more in the morning.

Morning is too late.

By morning, my
parliament will have buried

itself alive in some
secure cubbyhole,

and the work of government
will grind to a halt.

Merritt Grove!

In life, a toff so flimsy no
one challenged his seat

'cause they forgot he was in it.

In death, the fucking grain of sand
that'll break the machine of state.

- Apologies. I'll need to step out.
- By all means. Don't let us keep you.

Sit down.

Thank you, Mrs. Trowbridge.

Our initial assessment says
this is an isolated incident,

but it's too early to say.

We're cross-checking CCTV
with security services to see...

Where's Tom Libby?

- I've asked him...
- I asked him to step into my office!

- Nicol...
- I'm herding cats!

I wasn't unclear. They
were to come here!

If you want them
all, call a COBRA.

Jesus Christ, call
a fucking COBRA?

Call a COBRA.

This was the Russians. You know that.
Grove was swimming in filthy rubles.

It's not ill of the dead.
The Times knows that.

- We're looking at the Russians.
- Where the hell were you?

Paris. Minister of the Interior.

- And?
- She said yes.

- With a scowl?
- The ambassador closed the deal.

Didn't mention anything
untoward of the minister's face.

The American?

Ambassador Wyler.

Fucking hell. She
must've been a puddle.

Did her husband have
ties with the Kremlin?

No.

Why was Grove loitering with him
and a couple of American dogsbodies

by a car packed with dry powder?

You've called a COBRA.
Let them go work for a minute.

Or they'll have nothing to say.

[Austin] Thank you,
Mrs. Trowbridge.

[woman on PA] Please be aware that
the fourth floor has been restricted

to essential use only...

Anything on Hal?

They're all still in surgery.

In here.

I need some more context.

Are we secure?

Yeah.

I talked to the minister
of the interior in Paris.

[sighs] Are you
sure we're secure?

Physically. I guess it's possible
someone has audio surveillance in here.

If we set up a SCIF, it'll look
like we have something to hide.

Do we?

[marker squeaking]

The French think it isn't gonna
be an arrest. It's gonna be a...

French intelligence
thinks they're gonna...

[imitates gunshot]

The Russians?

[marker squeaking]

They don't do that. When they
want to do that, they ask us to do it.

If they arrest this one,
he will say who hired him.

They don't want
that if they hired him.

When he heard about the plan
to arrest this one, he was furious.

The next day, he changed his mind. He
loved it, because he changed the plan.

Okay, what else?

What else?

A bomb and a member of Parliament who
raised money from this one for this one,

and is now...
[imitates explosion]

Is Lee Harvey Oswald
my anesthesiologist?

Don't act like I'm a fucking
lunatic. You need to investigate him.

The last time we surveilled a...

It almost ended NATO.

Everything is pointing to him.

I should have knocked.
Mr. Wyler is out of surgery.

The next one.

[exhales sharply]

[machine beeping softly]

[door opens and closes]

[machine continues
beeping softly]

Can you hear me?

[whispering] Are you awake?

I don't know.

[sobbing softly]

- [Kate crying]
- [Hal groans]

- Hey.
- What happened?

No news.

- Stuart?
- Still in surgery.

They took a break. His blood
pressure has been unstable.

What does that mean?

He almost bled out on the table.

They got him back.

They have to go back in,
but he can't handle it yet.

So they're sort of stuck.

- Can I see him?
- You can't see him.

- How is Ronnie?
- Still in the OR.

Oh, Byron!

Good morning, Mrs. Munning.

We've come to pay
a visit to Mr. Wyler.

Mr. Wyler is much improved.

But it'll be some time
until you can see him.

Why is that?

Temporary security measure.

We'll be up and down in a flash.

The whole ward is in lockdown.

Only a handful of authorized
personnel are allowed through.

It's just flowers.

And a care basket.

Cashews.

Wish I could help. I'm
not allowed up there either.

What, no one?

No one... British.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

- Who did you speak to?
- I don't think you want to know.

- Wallace?
- No.

I'd like to know who.

I see that.

So I'm right.

If I was wrong, it wouldn't
matter who you spoke to.

No, it wouldn't.

They'll go to arrest Lenkov,

who will no doubt resist, and
be accidentally killed in the tussle.

Is it an order?

No, of course not.

"Mind your manners.
Don't want anyone

getting hurt. But if
they turn on you..."

[knock on door]

- Five minutes, please.
- Mrs. Trowbridge is here,

and is eager to speak with you.

- Morning, Tom.
- Nice to see you, ma'am.

You were finished, weren't you?

Not entirely.

I'll give him right back.

[door opens]

The Harridan of Highgate
is yet to reappear.

Roylin?

You came up with the name.
Don't give me that flummoxed face.

Hecate of Highgate.

Ah!

This is cold.

As I understand it, the King's Guard
and the Gurkhas are on the case.

Don't be smug. Tom
was asked as a friend.

To find Roylin?

As a personal favor.

Philippa as well. I should've known
she wouldn't have a sense of humor.

And am I being
asked, as a friend?

Do you know how Nicol and I met?

Uh, you were students?

He was. I was his lecturer.
He was studying Pushkin.

Taking my History of Political Thought
class to get his mother off his back.

She hoped it would inspire him
to take an interest in the world.

- Did it?
- Something did.

Hm.

He's a collaborator.

Everyone mocks him for calling
Margaret before he thinks a thought,

but there's nothing more wise
than knowing you do not know.

It was me, for years,
telling him what not to say.

Then the police were called
by the old bag next door

who claimed she couldn't sleep
through the relentless quarrelling.

So we found Margaret.

- An elegant solution.
- It is.

He has plenty of
qualified advisors.

Like you?

Austin, the only thing we can count
on is that you'll stab him in the front.

Do you know what you'll despise
more than Margaret Roylin's muckraking,

hate-mongering,
race-baiting rhetoric?

Mine.

Austin would like you to
help him find Margaret Roylin.

Tom, be a doll and
see what you can do.

He had somebody
bomb his own ship?

- Trowbridge?
- Right now, they're just dots.

- They may not be connected.
- Jesus.

What did he say to you? Grove?

Nothing, and I never
talked to the guy.

By the time I got there, he was already
charging away from the restaurant.

Stuart and Ronnie bobbing in
his wake like a couple of fucking...

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

Are they gonna tell us
when they're out of surgery?

Yeah.

What did he say to you at
Chatham House? Grove?

[sighs]

He, uh... He wanted to
talk to me somewhere quiet.

It was right after the speech.

Who else knew you
were meeting him?

I told you, you told
Stuart, he told Ronnie.

I told Margaret Roylin.

- When you were in Paris?
- Yes.

What did she say?

She said, "I'm gonna tell the
prime minister to kill that guy."

- Did she ask a lot of questions?
- She's not gonna tell me!

She's gonna hang up
the phone, call Trowbridge,

and tell him his friend Merritt
Grove, who introduced him to Lenkov,

is going to the Americans.

[Hal] For what?

Asylum?

It's what I would do, if I helped
the PM run a false flag op,

and I was worried that
Lenkov was gonna narc on me.

I really want you to
think for a second.

What did she actually say?

[sighs]

She said he's a batty old guy.

She said don't worry about
it. Send somebody else.

- And I did.
- [knock on door]

I sent Stuart.

Whitehall's calling a COBRA
meeting. They want you both there.

What's a COBRA?

Emergency meeting.

- Heads of all the agencies.
- And Americans?

When we have skin in the game.

I'm sorry. That was
poorly put. Walk me out?

Go.

No.

Kate... [groans]

It's not your fault. I don't
care who you called. Go.

I need to nap. Go.

[all chattering]

Sir, could I have a word?

Mrs. Wyler, what a terrible tragedy. If
there's anything at all that I can do.

Thank you.

What have we got?

Counter-terrorism have
completed a sweep of the site.

Terrorism?

A non-state actor
is the likely culprit.

The American ambassador
was nearly widowed.

Will you do her the honor of
skipping past the safe harbor hedges?

- This was Russia.
- Sir...

They blew up our aircraft carrier,
and we did a dignified nothing.

Not so much as a mention to the
British people that it was the Russians.

Apologies. Certainly not your
fault, but this is what happens.

They've attacked us
at sea and at home.

Two attacks would be
tantamount to a declaration of war.

Even Russia is unlikely
to be that reckless.

[Trowbridge] They would.
They have no red lines.

They escalate in
order to de-escalate.

Philippa, you are
eager to speak.

Do not let me bar the
way to your advancement.

- I would prefer in private.
- As would I. We're both disappointed.

Pull up your trousers and speak.

The forensic explosives laboratory
analyzed residue from the blast.

The housing, the
fuel, the accelerant...

None bear the hallmarks
of a Russian device.

- Iran?
- No.

You're not Islamophobic if you
call a spade a spade. Is it Syrian?

It is British.

My office.

Ambassador Wyler, the foreign secretary
asked for a moment of your time.

- [Kate] I'll meet you at the hospital.
- No.

If this was an inside job,

you're not meeting alone
with a very powerful insider.

He's the one who warned me
about Trowbridge in the first place.

Great. I feel better.

He's not gonna say
a word with you there.

Then this'll be quick.

[phone ringing]

She knows.

We said we'd keep
the circle small.

I'm small.

How're they doing?

Hal's okay. He's awake.

Uh, Ronnie and Stuart
are both still in surgery.

Stuart's blood pressure
keeps dropping.

They took a break.
He's about to go back in.

- He is?
- Yes.

It was a British device,
which introduces

the possibility of a
British perpetrator.

Thank you for your insight.

He's like that.
She's trying to help.

You said yourself,

you can't run around the
building asking your colleagues

if they think your head of
government shot up his own ship.

- They may be involved.
- Margaret Roylin is missing.

Define "missing."

Immediately after the attack,
the prime minister called her.

He was unable to make contact.

He grew increasingly agitated.
So he sent a car to her home.

Her telephone is
there. She is not.

- Her cell phone?
- She's not in her cottage.

She's not with her cousin
Audra in Southampton.

If she had returned
home, we'd know.

Because in a gross
misappropriation of resources,

the prime minister has officers
perched on her doorstep.

[newscaster] All of
the police reiterated

that the area around the
street was evacuated...

Is he asleep?

- [Hal groans] Are they out?
- Excuse me?

- Stuart and Ronnie.
- No.

I want someone to come and
wake me up when they are.

Okay, that's not why I'm here.

If you're actually awake.

More and more all
the time. [groans]

Sorry. The embassy's releasing
a statement about the incident.

I wanted to make sure you're good
with us using your name and a photo.

Yeah, let me take a look.

[Hal grunts]

- Do you want a sip?
- Yeah.

You're kind of why I
joined the Foreign Service.

So when did you join?

Four years ago.
London's my second post.

Kyrgyzstan, before this.

Well, that's a jump.

Yeah. Makes my
parents feel better.

I mean, until today.

It'll be on the embassy
news and events page.

Scroll up.

Other way. You scrolled
the wrong way. It's up.

That's from Paris?

- [intriguing music playing]
- Yeah.

Here we are.

- You want to walk?
- Yeah.

[music fades out]

- Okay, all this is speculative.
- [Kate] Totally.

It is possible that the prime
minister got Roylin and Grove

to help him stage an
attack on his own carrier,

and Grove hooked
him up with Lenkov.

We know Grove got blown
up with a British device.

We think Lenkov might get
killed by British Special Forces,

and Roylin's missing.

Do you think she's dead?

I have no idea.

- You think Trowbridge is...
- He might be... cleaning house.

He has half his
government looking for her.

Which is what you do if
you don't wanna look guilty.

Or she's anywhere in the
world. People forget their phones.

Or it's Trowbridge.

- And he's trying to kill her too.
- I'm gonna get into it.

How?

I would love to create some
distance between this and you.

You pulled me out to
have a chat about it.

When I know something
more, I'll tell you.

- We have a deal with this country.
- We don't investigate them.

Somebody's gonna
get fired for this.

Maybe it's a corrupt head of
state. Probably, it's me or you.

I'm okay with me.

You shouldn't be.

You're a public representative
of the United States.

I get fired, it's a secret.

You get fired, we look like the
vampires everybody says we are.

Let me do this. Carefully.

Fine.

Your husband and people got
hurt. You haven't slept in a long time.

- Don't do that.
- What?

Don't make this
about my husband.

He walks into bombs all the
time. Ronnie and fucking Stuart?

- Yeah.
- My job is to...

We're doing it. It's
gonna take a minute.

- [Kate] You should go home.
- The White House is calling.

[Billie] Hi, there.

- Good morning.
- Not really.

It doesn't look like it was intended
to be a mass casualty event.

I don't need you to
give me a briefing.

Hal's fine.

Ronnie's procedure is
slow-going, but they expected that.

Stuart... We haven't had
an update in an hour, but...

But another one should
come in 10 minutes. I got it.

Okay, how can I help?

I need to tell Stuart's mom that I
spoke to the ambassador directly.

It'll make her feel better.

I mean, not better.

Yeah.

How are you?

The president flew in a task force
to the earthquake in Indonesia.

I need to find
someone in Jakarta

who can authorize the request for
American aid before the aid arrives.

He couldn't wait for
the request to come in?

He couldn't do
anything about the bomb

that hit his people in London,
so no, he couldn't wait.

How long have you known him?

Stuart?

Twenty-three years.

Anything you need.

Yep.

Who picked the
restaurant? You or Grove?

- He did.
- It's not a quiet place.

You said he wanted
to talk someplace quiet.

Mm-hmm.

You're interrogating him?

She should do it while
it's fresh in my mind.

This is totally warm.

You have to tell them
if it's not cold anymore!

Ooh.

Did she tell you about Roylin?

No.

MIA.

Says who?

Dennison.

She thinks he's in on it.

Anybody's in on it,
if it's an inside job.

I don't trust him. Do you?

[door opens]

Ambassador, Mr. Hayford's
surgeon wanted a word.

- I'll go.
- No, it's okay. I got it.

Hey, let her.

He's my guy.

Katherine...

[door closes]

He's her guy.

They're... ?

No.

How... How did you know?
How did you know before I knew?

You're the boss. Everyone
knows everything before you.

- How does the geometry even work?
- With those two?

He's like nine feet
tall and she's just...

You and Stuart?

- How the fuck do you not tell me that?
- Hey.

- Uh...
- [Kate] Oh my God, it's okay.

Me, of all people. I mean...

Ma'am, Stuart is
still unconscious.

But the procedure went well.
He should be awake soon.

That's great.

Ronnie's dead.

[melancholy music playing]

[music fades out]

- Jesus Christ.
- Yeah.

Doesn't get easier.

No.

- You first or me? The parents.
- I'll go first.

They'll wanna
remember talking to you.

Yeah.

How is Hal?

He's okay.

You and I have tried to
kill him. It's hard to do.

[scoffs] That's the
God's honest truth.

He walks away from these things.

I don't know why
a 28-year-old...

Don't do that to yourself.

And don't do it to him.

He's the bane of my existence,

but he's never wanted anything
other than life-altering solutions

for a bunch of
people he's never met.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you for your service.

What's your name?

Neil.

Is that a...

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, guys...

[all chattering indistinctly]

[Neil whispering]

[chattering fades out]

[breathes deeply]

[door closes]

- [line rings]
- [clears throat]

[call connects]

Mrs. Buckhurst, I'm
Ambassador Wyler.

I work with Ronnie
at Embassy London.

- [Mrs. Buckhurst speaking indistinctly]
- Yes.

That's very kind.

- Ma'am...
- [Mrs. Buckhurst continues speaking]

Mrs. Buckhurst, I'm afraid I
have some very bad news.

[phone buzzes]

Ambassador, Stuart
Hayford is awake.

Stuart Hayford.

Excellent. What's my name?

Dr. Kesten.

Flying colors. What's her name?

- Pi.
- Okay.

Eidra Park.

- Is he right?
- Yes.

But I call her Pi.

I think he got what it means.

- Like the number.
- Ah.

Because she's little,
but she goes on forever.

Oh, no. No.

- What?
- Private.

- I think he's going to be just fine.
- I'm not.

'Cause we had a fight,
and I'm in the doghouse.

But maybe if you get hit by a
car, it's a get-out-of-jail-free card.

It wasn't a car accident.

[Dr. Kesten] Things
will be fuzzy for a bit.

To be expected.

I'll be back.

Thank you.

[door closes]

And a piece of metal,
presumably from the vehicle,

was lodged just up
against his femoral artery,

which made the removal
quite tricky. We were able to...

Ronnie was...

was injured very badly.

The surgeons operated
for almost 11 hours.

There was a lot of
bleeding inside the skull.

There was...

[melancholy music playing]

...a lot of damage,
and they really tried.

But Ronnie didn't make it.

Ronnie was in the restaurant.

After that, there
was an explosion.

- On the street, you said. Right.
- Yes. It was a car bomb.

Ronnie wasn't on the street.

Mr. Grove left the restaurant,
and Ronnie followed him.

Why?

I don't know.

No, that's not what happened.

Grove walked to his car...

Eidra.

...and the car exploded.
Ronnie was right next to him.

Ronnie wasn't even out
there. I was on the street.

You were.

I was right there. I
was talking to the guy.

You were.

Ronnie was inside.

- I want you to listen to me.
- Ronnie wasn't even there.

Ronnie didn't make it.

[music fades out]

[phone rings]

Ward two, may I help you?

All right. Let me
see what I can do.

- Call for the ambassador.
- The press?

Claims to be a friend.

Anne Legrande Armstrong. Is
that a friend of the ambassador's?

- What?
- Legendre. Not Legrande.

- Okay, well, she's on the phone.
- She's not.

What do I get out
of making this up?

Anne Legendre Armstrong
was the only woman

to serve as ambassador
to the Court of St. James's

before Kate Wyler.

She's not on the phone.
She's been dead for 15 years.

I'm going to find the ambassador. Need
you to keep that person on the line.

Tell her the ambassador
is on her way.

It might take a minute,
but she's coming.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

[woman] Would you mind holding for a
moment while we fetch the ambassador?

I can wait.

It's no trouble at all.

[theme music playing]

[music fades out]