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Last night, at my direction,
British Special Forces

took every possible step
to detain Roman Lenkov.

Nicol's done.

Every one of them
has written a letter of no confidence.

If the prime minister doesn't step down,
we'll force him out.

Dennison may pull the trigger
at our party tomorrow.

Well, the answer should be no.

I asked him to hold off
investigating rumors about a Lenkov hit.

I owe him.

She is not a vice president.

Because she doesn't want it
or she can't do it?

Both.

You've been gracious hosts.
I'd like to leave now.

I don't think you want to.
People are getting assassinated.

- Are you detaining me?
- I'm keeping you safe.

Welcome.

There she is.

I've been invited to a shindig
even better than this, if you can imagine.

Scotland. Would you like to come along?

Give it a few days.
All your supporters will come back.

They don't have to.
Because I'll do it alone.

It'll end your career.

- Worth it.
- No, actually, it isn't.

Wait, I'm sorry. Is his car coming first?
I've been waiting 15 minutes.

- Get in my car. We'll drop you off.
- No, thank you.

I'm afraid of fireworks.

That is the saddest thing
I've ever heard. I'm getting in the car.

- Sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.

Go ahead!

- Hey, good morning!
- Morning.

- Oh, Carl got a haircut.
- Yeah.

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning, everyone.

"It shall be solemnized
with pomp and parade."

"With bonfires and illuminations."

Good morning.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we did our Founding Fathers proud.

We had every Schengen Zone ambassador

tearing up the Winfield lawn.

Before you hop all the way in,
Ms. Park wants to see you.

If you don't mind.

I don't mind at all.

"It shall be solemnized
with pomp and parade."

"With bonfires and illuminations."

Sit down.

Do you tell everyone to sit?
Or is it a height thing with you and me?

- To level the playing field.
- Stuart.

Now that you dumped my ass, I am gonna
look down on you from a great height.

See if it restores my dignity.

You're making this harder.

Good!

It's my right as a gentleman scorned.

Aren't you glad
I'm at the joking about it phase?

Sorry.

What kind of sick fuck are you?

"They lie in that place. You're lucky
your guy looks shady when he's lying."

"It's worse when they look honest."

You didn't.

"The US doesn't give a shit
about democracy."

"We just want forward operating bases
in the European theater."

You're out of your mind.

"My boss is the worst kind of narcissist."

"She's the kind
that thinks she's a socialist."

That's not what I said.

Please don't make me
produce the recording.

She recorded it?

Yeah, that's how it works.

That... Did you listen to it?

- Yeah.
- Erase it.

- No.
- Now.

No.

You made a sex tape of me. You think
that's gonna fly with the ethics office?

Sex tape?

- Was it video?
- With her?

- You sent her!
- Not to fuck you!

To get you drunk and talk about America!

Well, she's an overachiever.

What the fuck?

- You're mad?
- It's unprofessional.

Who? Me or Georgia?

That is not her name.

You got some shit to work out.

This is not a normal response
to the end of a relationship.

I was asked to make sure you were okay

because you were not
behaving like yourself.

Wow, I wonder why.

It doesn't matter why.

Who do you think Russia recruits?

People who were just blown up
for their country.

Kate Wyler thinks I'm so bitter
I'm gonna get turned by the Russians?

No.

Billie Appiah does.

I have been behaving...
erratically.

I think I'm carrying
a certain amount of resentment

about what happened to Ronnie toward you.

And it's interfering with my work.

I hated Hal so much. I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't, like, hear anything.

In meetings, I kept getting lost
because I couldn't hear.

I would understand if you wanted to leave.

I wouldn't want to come in here every day
and look at me and walk by Ronnie's desk.

You didn't kill Ronnie.

Yeah, I know.

And Hal didn't kill
this very sweet man named Amir.

And a girl called Paulette.

I mean, she wasn't a girl,
she was a woman, but...

she was so young.

And they felt like our kids, you know?

All of them.

All of you.

At every embassy.

Marriages don't survive
the death of a child.

Hal and I have, like,
hundreds of children at any given time.

And some of them...

Hal would say,
"They understand the risks."

"We're called The Other Army.
People know that when they sign up."

Doesn't help.

So now you're me.

And I'm Hal.

You're not.

I kind of am.

At some point, you gotta decide
if in the aggregate... we're doing good.

We may not be.

And then you make a choice. In or out.

I respect both choices.

But if you stay,

you have to pretend you don't hate me.

You have to pretend even to yourself.

Is that what you do with Hal?

No. I still hate him.

So?

That's a marriage, Stuart.

This is not.

I want to see Meg Roylin.

Dennison is gonna resign.

Why?

You're protecting the prime minister,
which I can understand.

I'm protecting the country.

Whatever it is, it's over.
Dennison's going to the press.

To say what?
That Nicol shelled his own ship?

- Yes.
- He didn't.

Meg, this has to stop.

Yes, it was a British attack
on a British ship.

Yes, members of the government
were involved.

- Nicol was not among them!
- You have to stop lying for him.

Scotland is still in play.

This is all they'd need
to revive the secession movement.

- You must stop Austin.
- You stop him!

Stand up and tell the truth!
Then he won't have to.

Are you not old enough to understand?
You have no idea what's true.

So explain it.

My chief of station
is about to turn you over to the police.

It is in both our interests
that I stay here with you.

Then I need more information.

What, my tiny brain can't handle it?

It can't.

You'll cling to what doesn't matter.
You won't believe what does.

Wow.

You'll think you have
a responsibility to take action.

You're new in your post.

You'll feel compelled to prove
you've read the instruction manual.

How about you tell my husband?

No.

- No.
- We do this all the time.

It's usually me screening things for him.
Now it's his turn.

I think it's a no.

She's worried I'll feel like
I have to report it.

He's a guy without a job.
He doesn't have to report anything.

Great intentions. Bad idea.

I taught you this. To be skeptical of Hal.

- Yeah.
- And now I'm telling you not to.

- So it sounds fishy.
- It does.

There's a lot about my marriage
that's a disaster.

But this is one of its magic tricks.

Maybe she's overreacting.
Maybe she's playing us again.

But maybe this is something
we shouldn't know about.

Hal doesn't have to testify
in front of Congress if this goes south.

He's not going to just tell you?

- No.
- Whisper in bed?

No. And I won't ask.

It's been three days.

And she hasn't said anything
to either of us.

So unless you're going to waterboard her,
it's this or nothing.

Howard?

Back to the embassy?

She won't do it here.

Where would Her Highness like to do it?

I don't know,
but not in a CIA-controlled facility.

I am really done with this woman.

If she doesn't tell him something
to turn this around,

hand her over to the police.

Hey. Sorry, I was downstairs.

Stacy's office?

Yeah.

If you wanna move to her office...

- No.
- Stacy's great.

I work for the ambassador.

Yeah. I do too.

We both have to start acting like it.

Neil's going to stay... with me.

Okay.

He's going to need a desk.

He's been camping outside of my office.

Uh, he can sit at Ronnie's desk.

Thanks.

- You asking me to tell him?
- No.

- Or walk him over?
- No.

I'll take care of it.

You should sit over there.

That's for guests.

- Why him?
- Shut up.

You can't give her to the police.

Dennison can't quit his job and announce
that the PM ordered the attack.

Trowbridge wasn't involved.

That's it?

Government officials, yes, but not him.

- She's said that before.
- She's saying more.

Uh-huh. Like what?

You have to hear it from her.

The whole fucking point was
I shouldn't hear it from her.

I know. I'm doing my part.

I'm screening out the shit
that's not important, that's not relevant.

It's not necessary.
Trowbridge was not involved.

She's playing you.

I don't think she is.

- Why?
- She's naming other names.

Not just Grove.
She's naming... all the names.

She did not want to tell me
what she told me.

This is different.

Yeah, I need the car again.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Just this part.

The other part doesn't matter.

I told you that Grove hired Roman Lenkov
to stage an attack on a British ship.

Grove didn't hire him.

I did.

Keep going.

HMS Courageous.

Lenkov was meant to use limpet mines.

They're magnetic.

One sticks them on the hull,

in a place where they'll do little damage,

and then slips away before they explode.

This isn't revolutionary.
It's happened how many times in the Gulf?

- It's happened.
- More than once.

It creates two meters of bent metal.

And a great deal of outrage.

Which was the point.

Scotland was leaving.

The UK was splintering.

Russia's on the march.

Democracy's under attack
on two continents.

Something needed to be done.

And this is what you picked?

I'm not the only one. There were...

Let's just keep it focused, shall we?

Two things did not go according to plan.

Thing one, Limpet mines were not on hand.

So they chose what was.

A small anti-ship missile.

Under normal circumstances,

this would have produced a larger hole,
but little else.

Thing two, HMS Courageous
had a damaged propeller shaft.

In order to access the shaft,

the crew had to empty
the fuel storage area back here

and place the spare tanks
in a hangar under the deck... here.

Right where the missile hit.

The missile hit 120 tons of diesel fuel.

Jesus Christ.

No one was supposed to get hurt,

as the guilty always say.

This was exponentially larger
than we intended.

Who's we?

Can I ask that?

Or is that the off-limits part?

Not the prime minister.

Grove was involved. She was involved.
And a guy named Lenny Stendig.

A far-right MP
who they had... difficulty controlling.

We were all devastated.

But Grove panicked.

He approached you... as I learned from you.

We were afraid he was going to ask
for asylum and confess.

I asked Stendig to do something.

He did.

He was meant to speak to Grove.

Stiffen his spine!

He came up with a different solution.

When Grove met with you
and your two people,

Stendig had placed a device
in Merritt's car.

Nicol knows none of this. Nothing.

It was a small plan hatched in crisis.

And everything that could go wrong did.

I will be punished
for the rest of my life.

But Nicol should not tumble for it.

The United Kingdom should not tumble
for it, and Austin should not either.

Austin must be contained!

More accurate.

And that's just part of it?

It's the part that matters.

You walk out of there
and you think Trowbridge is innocent?

Yeah.

- This is the magic system?
- Yeah.

I don't like it.

- Katie...
- No, no Katie.

If we keep her, it's my call.
I gotta know more.

There's people who knew more
who are now dead.

You wanna be one of them?

Entertain for a moment...

It is possible that Trowbridge
never even heard about it.

Okay.

Okay, so let's tell him.

Actually, she should tell him.

If the dude is innocent

and he hears
that fucking Grandma bombed his ship,

there will come a reaction.

Or he knows how to lie
and he'll fake a reaction.

I know you're sensitive
about tapping people's phones.

- It's not like a pet peeve.
- It's risky.

You think?

There are two options.
He's innocent and it's a fucking doozy,

or he's guilty
and he pretends it's a doozy.

Either way...

He leaves the room
and he picks up his phone.

Right?

If he's innocent,
he's gonna call the cops.

If he's guilty, he calls his lawyer.

You are playing fast
and loose with my job. My whole career.

I'm sorry.

We shouldn't.

I'm sorry.

Is that a no?

How will you manage Austin?
He's the one who needs convincing.

You're looking at me?

My credibility was shot to shit
the last time you had me tell him

to sit tight for just one day.

You can't throw your hands up
just because you've had a spat.

He'll understand.

He's made mistakes too.

Has he?

He's a very good man.

What?

I've got an event to get to tonight.
I'm afraid I'm pressed for time.

The PM has invited Kate
and me to Scotland.

I heard.

Kate would like you to come.

Not this time... but thanks.

You have to.

You sound exactly like her.

You think you're gonna quit tomorrow.
I think you should wait.

You're good at this,

which is not something I say often,
but you're a shitty strategist.

So, pro tip,

when you're blowing up your career,
and accusing a prime minister of murder,

the outcome of which
may be the end of an empire,

you give it another day.

I've been giving it one more day
since the day I took office.

Eventually, if you want
the serpent to die, you cut off its head.

Jesus Christ.

I've really got to get going.
But thank you for stopping by.

Listen.

I want you to come to Scotland
with me and Kate and the prime minister.

I want you to do it as a favor to me.
Simply because I'm asking.

And I think... you're gonna say yes.

- You do?
- Yes, I do.

Because I know, and you know,
that on the day I got blown up

on the streets of your vaunted city,

you were planning to fuck my wife.

See you in Scotland.

Looking forward to it.

- Really stuck on there.
- Yeah.

- Stop moving!
- I'm not.

- Do you want to do it?
- No.

- Fuck!
- That's it. It's done.

Ah!

Done.

How's it look?

Good.

Goopy?

No.

Crusty, which is good.

- Huh.
- It's good

- Don't touch it.
- I'm not.

- What if Trowbridge doesn't call anyone?
- Everyone calls someone.

Do you believe her?

That it wasn't supposed to be so big?

- The carrier? I don't know.
- Fucking psycho bitch.

She thinks outside the box.
That's for damn sure.

- What does something like that cost?
- What, the attack?

- Ballpark.
- I have no fucking idea.

Ask her.

I don't think she wrote a check.

I think she got a guy to call a guy,
and there's a bank in the Seychelles.

What would it cost in Kabul?

- Forty-five cents.
- Seriously. A hundred grand?

Anti-ship missile? Mm. Less.

- You don't think she's a psycho bitch?
- I don't know what she is.

But things go wrong.

- Why do you believe her?
- Maybe I don't.

I just like the idea of finding out
one way or the other.

You're being weird.

We have enough of these
for two nights in Scotland?

Hey.

Maybe you tell me
what the fuck's actually going on.

The part you left out.

Stop it.

Maybe it's okay for me to know.

I didn't do this to you
when you kept things in the vault.

- Why did you never ask me?
- Because I trusted you.

I don't trust you.

I don't. Do you trust you?

Is this where you get mean
because you're not getting what you want?

It's not mean.

I love you, but this is based
on something other than trust.

That can't be news to you.

I need to eat something.
You're making my head hurt.

Hi, can we get Mr. Wyler's breakfast
up here this morning? Thanks.

This is the entire staff?
House, grounds, everyone?

This is everyone. Yeah.

I know you guys do a great job.
I'm so sorry.

- Not at all.
- Since the explosion, Washington has been...

- Of course.
- ...tense.

Diplomatic Security
isn't taking any chances.

Well, it's no trouble.

- How long have you worked here, then?
- Seventeen years.

Russia's calling for a "UN condemnation
of the British extrajudicial execution

of a Russian civilian, ''
which is how they're describing Lenkov.

They're just a couple minutes out.

Yeah.

I talked to her. The ambassador.

She tell you that?

No.

I apologized.

Told her I'd get my act together.

She gets it. She's been in my shoes.

Super!

- What'd you tell Billie?
- I haven't talked to her.

And when you do, what are you gonna say?

I don't know.

- Is she getting a copy of the tape?
- That's not how it works.

Well, tell me how it works.

Tell me how you're gonna put it to
my close friend and colleague of 25 years.

I made a mistake, okay?

Billie asked me
to make sure you were okay.

Because to be clear,

you were not acting like someone
who was okay.

But she did not ask me to...

You know...

- Set a honey trap.
- Don't call it that.

What's the technical term
for a sex-based intelligence operation

on an American FSO?

I'm trying to apologize.
Can you sit tight while I get it out?

The technical term is
I'm not supposed to do it.

It was a mistake.

We're both making mistakes.

Was splitting up a mistake?

I don't wanna re-litigate this
every time we talk.

I don't think we litigated it ever.

I think you announced it and I stood there
like I got hit with a tennis racket.

Tell her I'm here if she's looking for me.

Welcome, welcome.

- You made it.
- Yes!

What a beautiful drive!

The prime minister is meeting
with one of the families of the fallen

from HMS Courageous.

They're all keen to thank him for...
...managing the Lenkov situation.

Of course.

Whoa.

Everybody gets to pick one!
And we'll joust for our supper.

- Sounds like fun.
- I need to talk to her.

Come on.

- I wanted to make sure you...
- They're recording everything.

That little one had the place wired.

Anything you say,
you're saying to the CIA.

So are we considering tomorrow a bilat?

Yes. Over coffee.

The press are calling it a bi-latte,
which is not something we encourage.

- That's clever.
- Randall's not clever.

You must have misunderstood
what he was saying.

How were the McCullochs?

Broken.

Grateful.

- Their son...
- Daniel.

...was among the fallen
on the HMS Courageous.

- Twenty-one years old.
- I'm sure...

Somebody has to speak to the families.

They can't say,
"Thank you for killing that man."

I've got the fucking UN all over me.

All right, what have I missed?

The schedule.

Photos and more photos.
You and me and Jemma Dowdy.

Doud.

Doud. Jemma Doud.

- The first minister.
- Yes.

I'm afraid I stuck my foot in it.

She took me to a sheep farm this morning,
run by two... extremely capable women.

And, with great reverence, I witnessed
a sheep shearing and toured the farm shop,

which offers sheepskin slippers
and coats, and... muffs.

Now, I did not laugh, mind you,

but no man could control a northward
twitch in the corner of his mouth

when faced with two women of size
hawking their wooly muffs.

Gosh.

The first minister was...
miffed, as it were.

But you'll make her feel comfortable.
You have a gift for it.

I try.

Sometimes it backfires.

Huh.

You're disarming. It's useful.

Did you ask?

Not yet.

Uh-huh. No time like ten minutes ago.

Is there something we can do to help?

Yes. This evening.

The first minister will offer a few words
of welcome to the prime minister,

and to you and the foreign secretary.

- And we know she's very grateful for...
- Wait, what?

I was saying we know she,

and indeed all of Scotland,
are grateful for your protection.

- The foreign secretary?
- Yes.

- Whose?
- Ours.

- Why?
- Why?

Yes, what the galloping fuck for?

Given the nature of the discussions,
it seemed prudent to include him.

- Did it?
- Yes.

- Well, it isn't. Get him off the list.
- I invited him.

- Wonderful.
- I'm sorry...

We did. The embassy.
Asked for him to be included in the talks.

And dinner.

Yes. Only decent thing to do.

Give the man a hot meal and somewhere
to lie his head. Shall we move on?

- If that's a problem...
- The problem is we can't move on.

- Randall?
- Indeed.

Randall's going to trip over his tongue.

At the end he'll ask you to speak
to the first minister on our behalf.

What's described as her welcome

will actually be a list of demands
she hopes to extract from me

in what she misperceives
to be my moment of largesse.

Tell her that we'd all prefer
if she'd thank God, thank me, and shut it.

Uh, I'd be happy to talk to her.

Sorry, sir. Just a moment.

- Is that...
- Yes. The first minister.

Show that to Becky.
Let her know I'm still alive.

- Is that her?
- Yeah.

Are you ready for me?

Oh, ready as I'll ever be.

Is there a store in town?
With a gift shop or...

Yes. There's Mrs. Wilson's.

It's the third on your left
after you cross the road.

Is there something you need?

Oh, I'm just going to wander around,
pick up some postcards.

See if I can keep out of your hair.

You might find the exit
through the garden more convenient.

- May I show you?
- You may.

This way.

Someone else should get him to the room.

- Hal can do it.
- Why?

I'm on his shit list
because I invited Dennison.

- Did you apologize?
- It didn't help.

Apologize again.

He can't be pissed off
going into this thing.

He could bail on dinner.
Or show up an hour late.

Then getting him into the room
is a much bigger and weirder move.

The first minister is gonna
tear him a new asshole in her toast.

She can do whatever she wants at dinner.
Just not before.

- Toasts are at cocktails.
- No. Nothing nasty at cocktails.

Uh, Doud is here. She's got
a strategy meeting with a net zero group.

You want to grab her before it starts?

Yep.

- Everything okay?
- Yep.

She looks worried.

She'll be fine.

Good afternoon.

Ambassador, I'm sorry. I'll put this out.

No, finish it. I like the smell.

- Do you smoke?
- No.

I don't either. Only when somebody's died.

Who died?

- I think I did.
- Rough week.

It's an honor to meet you.
I've wanted to for a long time.

Oh, it's mutual.

You're saying that because you're kind,
but I have, actually.

You and I
were at an NPT conference years ago.

I was working for a delegate

who derailed three days of work
with a one-line resolution.

Looked like there might be
an actual brawl.

The Dutch delegation was blocking the way.
I couldn't get my idiot to the exit.

And you, tiny little thing in the corner,
started to shout.

- Water.
- Water. You remember.

No. It's something that I do.

Regularly?

When things are spiraling.

You use the same tone of voice
that you would if you were yelling fire.

It's the same number of syllables,
but it doesn't mean anything,

so everybody kind of freezes
and looks around.

It decelerates things.

It did.

So, are we summoned?

No, I think we have another few minutes.

Perfect.

We both talk tonight.
Do you want to go first?

- Do you?
- I really don't.

- Are you a coward?
- Yes!

I'll go first.

Should we compare notes so we don't
make the same joke or something?

Does that happen?

Well, I guess not.

But we don't want to be praising the PM
for the same thing.

Shooting a Russian in his sleep.

They said like a minute each,
the speeches.

Oh, I bet they did.

Were you going to talk longer?

Well, it may take some time

to express the full breadth
of my adoration for the prime minister.

You could get into it over dessert.

After the PM speaks,
you'd have the last word.

After the PM speaks,
we'll all be unconscious.

The United States
would like my remarks and yours to be...

A press of my cheek to his bum.

Yes.

Tomorrow we'll address price caps
and the export slump.

But we would rather not revisit secession.

It's not a retread.

These are the conditions under which

we'll agree to cancel
a referendum for independence.

You don't have
my country's support for that.

And sadly, you don't have yours either.

If you thought the vote would pass,
you would call it.

I'm sorry. I know it's frustrating.

Say fire.

- The word?
- Mm-hmm.

Fire.

Fire.

It has one syllable.

Fire.

Fire.

I think it's two.

Well, perhaps it's dialect dependent.

Yeah. I guess so. In my country, it's two.

Yes. But we're not
in your country now, are we?

We're in mine.

- Hi.
- Hiya. You all right?

Is that a phone? I'll take it. Thank you.

And a SIM card?

Please.

Do you sell picture postcards?

Yeah. Just behind you.

Enter.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I spoke to Doud.

She's happy
to keep her remarks light and polite.

Splendid.

I'm sorry if I overstepped,
inviting the foreign secretary.

I thought if we were discussing trade...

Were you part of it?

- What?
- The putsch.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

He tried to eject me from my office.

Austin.

But better still,
he wanted me to eject myself.

I was not aware of that.

Whipped up a mob with pitchforks.

- Doesn't sound like him.
- Not the Dennison that you know so well.

Your friend.

I don't know that he's a friend.
He's an ally, certainly.

What's that supposed to mean?

Show up in a new country,
you have five minutes to get a foot in.

You're gonna go to the guy
who's brooding and insecure.

He is, isn't he?

Desperately insecure.

He's a smart guy. It's sad.

You should really stop, you know...

Shitting on his head?

You'd both get a lot more done.

Huh. Is that what he told you?

Nobody needed to tell me.
You're not hiding your feelings.

I am. That's the tragic bit.

The acid rage that I'd leak upon him

is such a small taste
of what's actually in my belly.

That's because
you're desperately insecure.

And you are pinched and dunning.

Ah, thank you.

Dunning?

- Relentlessly irritating.
- Fair.

Chalk on the teeth.

Got it. Yes.

You know, when some mechanical device ages
and produces a near inaudible whine.

Stop it.

Boys. You never know when to stop.

You won. You don't need to be like this.

You saved the kingdom.
The public adores you.

And you're still inexplicably insecure.

Yeah, that's gonna make people
move against you.

It's a shame.

It really is.

Because you're the quickest thinker
I've met since...

Well...

What?

Thank you, sir.

Since who?

My husband.

- We're doing this a lot lately.
- You sent the chief of station after me.

- I figured I should let you know I'm okay.
- Are you?

- Yeah. I apologized to the ambassador.
- You got blown up in the street.

Any other job,

that would entitle you
to act like an asshole for a few weeks.

We don't have that time.

That wasn't about me. It was about Ronnie.

I'm getting over it.

- You're never gonna get over it.
- You're right. I'm not, but I'm dealing.

Stewie.

I told you she wasn't your VP.
And that's just wrong.

Oh.

So she's VP now?

She was right about Iran.

She kept us out of war in the Gulf.

She got Lenkov's home address
from the Russians.

The PM won't leave home without her.

You sent her here to look sad.
I think she's exceeded expectations.

I think you want to prove
you're a good soldier.

A bomb went off in her husband's face.

A 28-year-old died.

There are calls I wouldn't have made,
but most people would have stepped back.

She dove way the fuck in, Billie.

Isn't that what we're looking for?

Hi. Yeah, I got a number for you.

I want you to see if you can pull a list
of international calls.

Motherfucker.

How'd it go with what's-her-face?

She's great. She's a real person.

I could get real work done with her.

- Like, actually.
- Great.

She thinks I'm a fucking stooge
for the PM.

Which I am.

I'm sure she understands.

I don't think she does.

I think we have this idea

that we're gonna make friends
with bad guys and bend them to our will.

And really,
we're just friends with bad guys.

Anything you want to tell me?

No.

What?

What?

You know turrets are designed to be high

so you can stand in them
and see the whole property.

You spent the day in a turret?

You spent the day in the woods
making phone calls.

I called someone.

And don't fucking ask me who
because I'm not gonna tell you.

I didn't invite myself into this mess.
My presence was requested by both of you.

So...

- What's the issue?
- I don't know.

Is there one?

I see you.

I hear your concern.

I am not fucking you over.

Or her. Or the land of the free.

I don't love this.

I'm getting that.

Thanks.

Cocktails are in the drawing room.
Dinner's in the ballroom.

So the dining room will be set
for breakfast and then left alone.

These service stairs lead to the hallway
right outside the dining room.

Makes it an easy place
to get you in and out.

Once you're there,

the ambassador will deliver
the prime minister and then leave.

- What if someone comes in?
- My guys will be in the hall.

- But not after?
- Yes, after.

I'll have people
hanging around here and here.

So when the prime minister leaves,

he's more likely to go outside,
get his head together, pick up the phone.

Where is Austin?

He'll be here in 20 minutes.

The room is wired.

We are going to see everything
and hear everything.

Including Austin. That's the point.

We'll make sure Dennison hears everything.

Go to cocktails and act normal.

Foreign Secretary.

I want to make plain that I'm here
as a favor to you, not Nicol.

And I am very grateful.

I won't fold into his fawning entourage.

- Copy.
- Ambassador...

We are in a time situation.
Can we do this while walking?

- Go with him.
- Why?

Just, can you please?

Sir, we need to move quickly.

...with more of the same,
but when push comes to shove...

Thank you!

...he's not afraid to shove.

They expected thin skin,
damp hands, a great deal of whinging.

What they got
must have shocked the teeth out of them.

Those of us who share sea lanes
with the Russians are glad to know

that from now on,
Moscow will think twice and slowly

before tangling with Nicol Trowbridge.

- Hear, hear!
- Cheers!

With my bare hands, if needs be.

- Am I seeing every camera we have?
- Yeah.

- Sir, if you could sit next to Miss Park.
- What on earth are you...

Good evening, sir.
Do we have headphones for him?

You'll be here.
Have the prime minister sit there.

Say your piece, then walk out that door.

I'll be standing there.
I'll take you to the van.

Are you okay?

Go, please.

She's so bitter,
she's gonna chew off her tongue.

- What did you promise her?
- Cash.

- Really?
- No.

- Do you know what this one told me?
- What?

That you were the cleverest man she knew,
right up until she met me.

Is that what I said?

I believe it. She loves the accent.
It's not a fair fight.

- He's calling you shallow.
- I am.

- Can I borrow you for a minute?
- Look out.

- I'm running off with him.
- This is terribly awkward, isn't it?

That was okay, right? Doud?

Did you threaten her?

No. I may have said
you'd reconsider price caps.

I'm not going to.

All you have to do is read her proposal
and tell her you're thinking about it.

Is that why
she so lovingly polished my bunghole?

No, I think she just likes your bunghole.

She should resign. She promised
independence to her wooly tribe.

Barring that, she's nothing to offer.

What the bloody fuck happened to you?

Everything is fine.

- Would you give us a moment, please?
- Of course.

You all right?

Sit down and stop speaking.

I poured you water.
I think you should drink it.

Turning the country
upside down?

- Stop talking.
- You're a fucking cunt.

I've bloody solved it all,
no thanks to you.

The Scots are back.
There'll be no second referendum.

I've been hailed the conquering hero,
marching with Lenkov's head on a pike.

You'd like me to stop talking?

You're a good chap, Nicol.

You have more courage than I knew.

This will be difficult.

The explosion on our aircraft carrier
was a false flag attack.

Scotland was going.

They had no faith in you.

If I'd told you,

you'd have grown belligerent
and driven them away.

So, I hired a team to make a fuss,
and give you a reason to lead.

To unite the country. And you did.

It was supposed to be a skirmish,
not a bloodbath.

But it went awry.

And I will hang for it. You will not.

You did what?

I hired the Lenkov group
to place an explosive device on our ship.

It did not go to plan.

The cost was devastating.

But the kingdom will remain intact.
And that was the most important thing.

Fucking monster! You're a monster!

- Nicol!
- Sir!

- You're a monster!
- Let her go!

Nicol!

Let go of her, sir!

Sir! Calm down.

She killed them!
She did it! It was her!

- Ma'am? Are you okay?
- She killed them!

Sir. Calm down, sir.

Can you hear me?
Ma'am, can you hear my voice?

What the fuck
is wrong with her?

- Get her up!
- Get the first aid kit!

- Get up!
- Ma'am, look at me.

I need you to tell me you're okay.