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[dramatic music playing]

Lenkov put together
the attack on the carrier,

but the Kremlin
did not hire him.

I think the prime minister did.

The call is coming
from inside the house.

And three Americans,
including my husband,

just got blown up
inside the house.

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

We're not.

Are we?

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

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

Mr. Grove!

Excuse me. The foreign secretary
asked me to share this with you.

[Kate] Who else knew
you were meeting him?

I told you, you told Stuart.

I told Margaret Roylin.

Margaret Roylin is missing.

Lenkov might get killed
by British Special Forces,

and Roylin's missing.

Do you think she's dead?
You think Trowbridge is...

Might be...

cleaning house.

[Kate] My marriage is ending.

The surgeons operated
for almost 11 hours.

Ronnie didn't make it.

- [phone rings]
- Ward two, may I help you?

I'm gonna find the ambassador.

I need you to keep
that person on the line.

I can wait.

It's no trouble at all.

[music fades out]

[choir singing funeral song]

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Good to see you on your feet.
- Thank you.

- Morning.
- Morning.

This way, ma'am.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[choir music continues]

[Eidra] You okay?

This is unwise.

Put this on.

Why can't you take
me directly to the car?

No one can touch you here.

These are dangerous men.

[Eidra] We need them to see you.

They'll stop looking for you if
they think they know where you are.

You're not on the run.
You're at a colleague's funeral.

For the next two hours, this
is the safest place in London.

[choir music continues]

[congregation
whispering indistinctly]

[door creaks open]

[faucet running]

Terrible shame, such a good man.

Horrible.

William.

Shocking.

Three rows up to the left.

Hmm.

[sniffles]

[singing continues]

[footsteps approaching]

[singing fades out]

[priest] While the light fails

On a winter’s afternoon
In a secluded chapel

History is now and England

We shall not cease
from exploration

And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place
for the first time

- All shall be well...
- [no audible dialogue]

Do you see?

Yeah, it's all good. We
want people to notice you.

Then they can
stop looking for you.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just nerves.

...fire and the rose are one

Finally, my brethren,
be strong in the Lord

and in the power of His might.

Put on the whole armor of God

that ye may be able to stand
against the wiles of the devil.

For we wrestle not
against flesh and blood.

But against principalities.

Against powers.

Against the rulers of the
darkness of this world.

Against spiritual wickedness...

in high places.

Wherefore take unto you
the whole armor of God

that ye may be able to
withstand in the evil day,

and having done all...

to stand.

Stand, therefore.

[man coughing]

Stand, therefore.

Having your loins
girt about with truth.

Taking the shield of faith.

Wherewith ye shall be able to quench
all the fiery darts of the wicked.

[organ music playing]

Margaret Roylin's in the back.

[congregation singing "I
Vow To Thee My Country"]

♪ I vow to thee my
country All earthly thi... ♪

[congregation continues]
♪ ...things above ♪

♪ Entire and whole and perfect ♪

- Now.
- Coat now, please.

- A little faster would be great.
- Hal.

[Hal] Yeah, I got it.

Oh shit.

- [Trowbridge] I'll get it.
- [Hal groans]

Oh!

- [Kate] Oh God.
- All right?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[Kate] Are you dizzy?

[Trowbridge speaks indistinctly]

Don't get up.

Just take a moment.

Is he okay now?

- [Kate] Do you need to lie down?
- [Hal] No, I'm fine.

- Feeling better?
- [Hal] Yeah.

[Kate] Sorry, thank you.

[congregation continues singing]

Margaret.

May I help you, sir?

- Excuse me.
- Mm.

[door creaks shut]

[engine starts]

[church bell ringing]

[song ends]

You okay?

Yeah, I got to make a stop.

Okay.

- Do you have to pee?
- No.

You will not help me
to the men's room.

Get over yourself.

Look...

You can still leave me.

I mean, the marriage.

Fine. Go without me.

I mean it. You don't have to
stay just because I got blown up.

That's not why.

[Austin] Captain Marsh, thank
you for your service today.

Honor to be here, sir.
It's an honor to see you.

From my understanding...

Did you fuck him?

No!

I didn't.

Were you planning to?

Yeah.

Well, you still can.

I don't want to.

He can piss by himself.

So can you.

He's all right?

More or less.

Good.

Our suspicions were confirmed.

The arrest, it may
be... more than that.

- Can you shut it down?
- I'm trying.

He's the one person who
can name the perpetrator.

- He needs to be alive.
- I am trying very hard.

Margaret Roylin was in there.

Now?

But that's good, right?

She's not... missing in a ditch.

A blessing.

I was awful in Paris.

No.

You were trying to help and...

You were... afraid
for your husband's life.

I'm sorry.

He's safe.

My marriage is...

[groans]

Also safe.

Things are as they should be.

[door opens]

- [phone rings]
- [Kate sighs] God.

- Is...?
- [Eidra] Yeah.

Where?

Downstairs. Walk-in room.

What did she say?

She wants to talk to Dennison.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Not you or me?

Nope.

Why the fuck did we
just smuggle her in here?

- She doesn't think she's safe.
- From who?

- Unclear. And Dennison hates her...
- Yeah.

So she thought
you could get him.

She said the two of
you are unusually close.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- It's what she said.

That is what I get paid for.

To get unusually close
to the foreign secretary.

So call him.

And say what?

I don't know. I'm not the
one who's unusually close.

We're slightly less close
than we were like a day ago.

What does that mean?

Politics.

Is he gonna say no?

[people clapping]

Oh, guys!

This is like a
ticker-tape parade.

Give him some space, guys.

Oh! Bossy.

You're not supposed to be here.
Does Dr. Kesten know you're at work?

I lie on my couch and think about
Ronnie, and then I have a panic attack.

- Yeah. I get that.
- Hm.

Welcome back.

[Stuart] Okay!

Act like you have
jobs to do. All of you.

Can we read him in?

Mm-mm.

Do you want to sit?

Not a bad idea.

Yeah, don't overdo
it on day one.

Take it easy. There's no rush.

Yeah, I'm still
getting the hang of it.

Why don't I take
these, and then you...

You're gonna have
to lower yourself.

- Whoa.
- That's not the best chair.

Here, take these.

- You want a pillow?
- I'm good.

Stop fussing.

Your briefing... Go ahead.

- We were done, I think.
- Yeah.

Oh, just... You were gonna...

Call. Yeah.

If you two need to talk...

We're done.

- You sure?
- Yep.

See you later.

[door closes]

[Kate sighs]

Stuart.

I am so sorry.

For what?

I sent you there.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

You wouldn't have been
near that place if I didn't.

Absolutely not. None of
this is remotely your fault.

Well...

I'll tell you what
you told Alysse.

Don't apologize for
things that aren't your fault.

The end.

Um... I heard something.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

That, uh,

somebody has a kinda

special thing with somebody else,
and didn't want to tell me about it.

- Ma'am.
- Which I get. I mean, come on.

I don't want to pry,
'cause it's your business.

But it's the cutest fucking
thing I've ever heard.

She dumped me.

[grunts]

- [groans]
- Can I help?

No, I'm good.

Just going to check my email and
pretend everything is totally normal.

I'll get the door.

[phone rings]

Yes?

[woman] Ambassador
Wyler calling for you.

Thank you.

[phone beeps]

Hello?

I need to see you.

Can you come here?

Kate, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Oh God.

Sorry. My bad.

I need to meet with you here
at the embassy. It is urgent.

Ambassador, a small army of
civil servants keeps my calendar.

May I refer you to any of them?

We have a condolence book
for Ronnie Buckhurst's family.

I would be more grateful
than I could describe

if you would take a moment
today, rather than later in the week,

and come by like nowish.

I really can't.

I wouldn't do
this if it didn't...

You have to.

Pain pills are good, but halfway
through the day, they wear off.

Yeah, and then you
realize you overdid it.

It's a motherfucker.

Here we go.

Fantastic. Thank you.

- Britain's finest.
- Yeah. Much appreciated.

I think maybe we're gonna
chat. Just the two of us.

Oh!

Yeah. Sure.

- Where'd you find him?
- No idea.

[Hal chuckles]

- I said some things the other day.
- No.

- I was a jerk.
- Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry. About all of it.

None of it is your fault.

Well... I'm sorry anyhow.

Don't apologize for
things that aren't your fault.

- You sound like your wife.
- She got it from me.

It's not the end of the world.

Apologizing for things that aren't
your fault. I can think of worse things.

Are you thinking that
I'm going to apologize?

I'm not thinking anything.

For Ronnie? Or for
getting you blown up?

Neither.

Because I didn't
bring plastic explosives

to the party. Someone else did.

Sorry. Milk and sugar.
Better late than never, right?

Neil, can you have them
bring my car around, please?

[Neil] Sure.

[intriguing music playing]

[music fades out]

We have Margaret Roylin.

- Do you want some tea?
- I really don't.

[door lock buzzes]

Sorry about that.

No trouble. We've
all had a nice think.

- You're going to get yourself killed.
- It might be happening now.

He's rattling cages about a Special
Forces plot to assassinate Roman Lenkov.

[Austin] How is it
no one can find you,

yet we can't blink without
you hearing about it?

- You're a sourpuss. And a scold.
- Can we circle back to "killed"?

The times you've turned
up your nose at my help.

Not enough to make the point.

I find you exhausting.

And still, I will sleep poorly if you're
vaporized in the street like Merritt.

The people who lost patience with
him are losing patience with you.

Who are they?

Well, I could tell you.
Then I'd get myself killed.

I've already risked my
own life to talk to you.

- That must count for something.
- It doesn't.

Roman Lenkov was
hired by British citizens

to launch a missile
at HMS Courageous.

How do you know?

For 40 years, it's been my job to know
everything that happens in Whitehall.

I tried to retire and failed.

You need to let us know
who you're talking about here.

- I'll give you one name.
- Okay.

- Merritt Grove.
- Pinning a massacre on a dead man.

You never fail to impress.

- Who was he working with?
- I said one.

- Nicol Trowbridge?
- Austin, really?

Three names. Grove,
Trowbridge, and Roylin.

Let's let her talk.

We have extremists in our
government just as you do.

So Grove was working
with British extremists?

Or Grove was one?

[Austin] He became
one. Swam with the tide.

Was re-elected on the
threat of immigrant invaders

and the death of Great Britain.

So Grove hired Lenkov
to bomb a British ship?

On behalf of the prime minister.

Not true.

Grove planned to meet with your
husband, and he was silenced for it.

Now, you're stalking the halls
telling everyone with an ear

that someone's
out to get Lenkov.

- Someone is.
- Indeed!

And you're making
them very uncomfortable.

Why would Grove want
to attack a British vessel?

Scotland?

The secession movement
had too much momentum.

- They wanted a unifying event.
- Nicol wanted a unifying event.

Why did Grove
want to talk to Hal?

Merritt was a
great wobbling jelly.

If he was seized by conscience
and his compatriots found out...

How would they have found out?

When someone wants to know
what the prime minister is thinking,

they don't tap his
phone, they tap mine.

So when I speak with Nicol,
I use a disposable telephone.

But if someone calls me...

Grove called you. To
say he was worried?

No, darling. You did.

[knocking on door]

Come on in.

How you doing?

Great.

Cool. The prime
minister's coming.

Stuart needs the ambassador.

- She's not avail.
- I told him that.

- [sighs]
- [buttons beeping, door buzzing]

[Margaret] Let her run
a simple investigation.

It costs you nothing.

You should have
gone to the authorities.

They are the authorities!

Ambassador.

[intriguing music playing]

The PM's coming
to sign the book.

Now?

Yeah, you gotta go
meet him outside.

Fuck me!

- I can't.
- I bet you can.

The foreign secretary is here.

Still?

He hasn't signed it
yet. We were... talking.

- Okay.
- We're not done.

Wrap it up.

- Stuart.
- Ma'am. What exactly is going on?

It doesn't matter.

Great! Then I'll see you downstairs
in ten minutes to greet the PM.

[music ends]

She just confirmed your theory. It
comes from inside your own government.

She's protecting Nicol. I'm turning
her over to the police immediately.

No, you can't. What
if they're involved?

- She's lying.
- Maybe.

But if there is a shadow of a chance
that someone's gonna fucking kill you,

no, you stop.

I have an obligation.

You pause. We've got a few days
before the Lenkov arrest, right?

I was going to launch an inquiry.
Chief of defense staff. Today.

Do it tomorrow.

I'm gonna keep her tonight.
Put her in a safe house.

See what else she has to say.

- Keep her?
- Yeah.

- Is that...
- Legal?

I'm not kidnapping
her. She's scared.

She was hiding in someone's attic.
We look like we're doing her a favor.

And what we have is a
chance to interrogate her.

I'm still not sure that's legal.

- Let's talk about it.
- We are.

- Just us.
- [knock on door]

Yeah?

[Neil] Ambassador? Mr. Hayford's
pretty eager to have you join him.

Tell him I'm coming.

[Neil] The PM's almost here.

He's gonna sign the book
and wants a word with you.

PM?

[exciting music playing]

Sir.

Prime Minister. Good to see you.

[music fades out]

- Dreadful loss.
- Yes.

Young person serving
your country and mine.

Thank you, sir.

Right this way.

Big step back. Don't
need you in my shot.

[cameras clicking]

[Stuart] Ma'am.

Give him a minute.

You two will get
caught up talking.

Maybe let the foreign
secretary focus on Ronnie.

[Alysse] Sir, can we get
you anything to drink?

No. Thank you.

Would you like notes?

- We would not like notes.
- Sorry.

You're following us.

Think it possible for the
ambassador and I to have a moment?

Of course.

That something we can manage?

- [phone ringing]
- [staff chattering]

[door closing]

How can I help?

Margaret Roylin.

She's nowhere to be found.

She never had children.
Didn't need to. She had me.

The Guardian wrote that.

Why did you call her?

She's a frail spinster.
She could snap like a twig.

When she vanished, I had
GCHQ check her phone records.

You called her.

- I did.
- From Paris. Why?

She tells me how to handle you.

I need handling?

The president
seemed to think so.

That's why I'm here.

What was her advice?

Well, if I tell
you, it won't work.

An advisor and friend went missing
the night our colleague was murdered.

Will you do me the courtesy
of answering the question?

I called to ask how you'd react

if the French didn't cooperate
with the Lenkov arrest.

'Cause the first thing
they said was no.

I wanted to know if you'd
be upset if we didn't succeed.

She said you'd be
happy Dennison failed.

She's a cunt.

Is she wrong?

Of course not.

What else?

That was pretty much it.

Mrs. Wyler, I don't
have a great deal of time.

She said you think you're playing chess,
but actually, you're playing checkers.

[chuckles sardonically]

That has the ring
of authenticity.

She meant you overcomplicate
things and that's why you talk to her.

It's not what she meant.

Sir, if I hear from her, I
will contact you right away.

Not sure I give a fuck.

[intriguing music playing]

You said I was distracting the
foreign secretary from Ronnie.

I think we're all a
little distracted today.

- You okay on those crutches?
- Yeah, they're not bad.

- Think you can make it over there?
- Uh-huh.

[Kate] You know
there's a lot going on.

I have no idea what's going on. You
clam up every time I walk in a room.

- [music ends]
- Everyone is focused on Ronnie.

I know that.

When I was talking
to the foreign secretary

we were discussing who
may have killed Ronnie.

Pursue the killer all you want.

Just take five minutes.
Look at Ronnie's picture.

I think it might be the guy
who just signed that book.

What?

We both shook his hand.

The prime minister.

How?

Margaret Roylin
is in that building.

Don't look over there.

Lenkov was hired
by members of the

British government.
Merritt Grove was one.

She won't say who else,
but it's got to be Trowbridge.

Grove got cold feet,

so his collaborators killed
him and Ronnie and almost you.

And somehow it all came
together because I called Roylin.

Ronnie's face is seared in my
eye. I don't need to look at a picture.

[Neil] We've got MilAir transport
lined up leaving from RAF Mildenhall.

The transport case will
be loaded by eight Marines.

The flag that's flying over the
embassy right now will cover the coffin.

Secretary Ganon will present
it to Ronnie's family at Dover.

You should sit.

This is the wrong time for
you to tell me what to do.

She shouldn't have told you.

You gotta get Roylin
the fuck out of here.

You're harboring a person
who has knowledge of a crime,

who may have
participated in a crime

- of massive proportions.
- I'll take it under advisement.

You know the ambassador
called Roylin on the telephone

the day of the bomb?

- Did she tell you that?
- Yes.

And what did she
say on the phone call?

Remember when we got together and I said
there's a lot I'm not gonna tell you

and you said that's
okay, you could handle it?

- Yeah.
- Handle it.

Remember when
you said this is over?

I'm not your
boyfriend right now.

I am the deputy
chief of mission,

and the ambassador
and the CIA station chief...

The station chief's investigating
intelligence from a walk-in

about an attack on
American citizens.

The ambassador's
cultivating relationships

that might serve
our national interests,

as she was hired to do.

- Oh, that's what's happening?
- Yes.

Because it looks like she's running
with scissors into my staff and me.

She said it herself, she will never
forgive herself for calling Roylin

and telling her whatever
the fuck she told her.

People whose spouses
went to the towers on 9/11

will never forgive themselves
for letting them walk out the door.

It doesn't mean they
drove a plane into a building.

No! Not the same.

Not the same.

The Wylers are so fucking cool.

They talk to terrorists and hug
warlords and drink llama blood.

This shit didn't happen
when the Vayles were here.

Ronnie would still be alive
if the Vayles were here.

That's not how it works.

That's exactly how it works.

[footsteps receding]

[siren sounding]

Byron. Give us a minute.

[sighs]

You called her.

Yeah.

I told you to stay
away from her.

I had you evacuated from a
public event on the day you got here.

Just so you could
avoid that woman.

But London's not a serious
post. What do I know?

I never worked in Baghdad,
where the real men go.

If you think I respect you any
less than any of the people I...

[Stuart] I don't give a hoot
how you feel about me, ma'am.

You made a tactical error.

I told you who she
was. You ignored me.

You made a tactical error.

And it was deadly.

- May I help, sir?
- [Stuart] No. You may not.

Present arms!

[melancholy music playing]

[wind whistling]

Present arms!

[plane door whirring shut]

Stuart's mad.

Of course he is.

- At me.
- And me.

- Oh yeah?
- Kind of great, actually.

He was like, "I know it's not your
fault, but you should apologize anyway."

Well, did you?

Yeah!

Did I?

I... I'm not sure.

I should.

Why?

Roylin says somebody
went after Grove

because I called her
and said he was anxious.

Correlation is not causation.

I don't know what that means. I
pretend to when you say it, but I don't.

It means... it's not your fault.

Tell that to Stuart.

You dug up a conspiracy
inside this government.

They're gonna catch Lenkov

because someone tracked you
down and told you where to find him.

I'm very special.

Then Lenkov's gonna say the
fucking prime minister hired him.

I made a phone call without
which this could not have happened.

I can see my part in it. So
can Stuart. You never could.

You're not gonna see it now.

Someday,

and it looks like today's
not gonna be the day,

but someday you're gonna
say, "I gave you a lot of shit."

"For the plane in Kabul, the house
in Beirut, but I kind of get it now."

"The cost of doing business."

[sighs exasperatedly]

I think you should give me a minute.
I don't think you should come in here.

- Are you sending me to my room?
- I'll go. You can stay.

What the fuck is this?

You think you're
gonna get a pass now?

Because now I know what
it's like to be in the big chair?

Before I was just
your ass monkey,

but now I'm man enough to see
it's the cost of doing business?

Don't ever say those
words to me again.

So no perspective from
the other side of the desk?

The perspective is
you did things that

got your staff killed,
and now I did too.

Oh, don't even.

You sleep in the other room.

No, you sleep in the other
room. It has a shitty mattress.

- Really?
- Yeah, really. Go.

[exhales sharply]

[blows]

[urine trickling]

I was unfair.

Backpedaling?

It's the job.

I always acted like it was you.

You sure did.

The job...

has a morally
repugnant component.

[toilet flushing]

So your big insight is
that I wasn't born horrible,

the job made me that
way, and now you are too?

Yeah.

I don't think you
backpedaled far enough.

It's a start, right?

For ten years, I let you act like I
was a man with no moral compass.

I did that for you.

It was a kindness.

No, you offloaded it to me.

You excused yourself because I
was the conscience for both of us.

Katherine. Do me a fucking
favor and sleep in the other room.

Un... believable!

Fuck.

- Kate.
- I am going!

Can I take 30 seconds to
find my fucking glasses?

I can't reach my shoes.

[somber music playing]

[music ends]