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What's your name?

- Take a deep breath. - Can't get a blood pressure.

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

Heart rate's spiking.

- 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.

- Fractured ribs on the left side. - Out of the way, please! Door!

- No, I have that information. - We know one of them was killed.

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

- No, we're still in Paris. - 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.

- Where's Sunil? - 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.

- Paris. - Paris.

Ma'am! If I could take that.

- Hang on. - 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. - It's not yours.

It's mine.

I'll call you right back.

Hi.

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?

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. - Terrorists?

Secretary of state's on his way.

- Tell Sheila I'll be there. - Airports open in Jakarta?

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.

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.

Staffers are asking if they should pack bags.

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

Excuse me. Sorry.

The foreign secretary asked me to share this with you.

Yeah.

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

stay in contact with family.

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.

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.

- Thanks for your hospitality. - Chief of staff for you.

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

How tall are you?

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

There are significant risks to the procedure itself.

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

He may not survive without it. Ambassador, we need your consent.

Thank you.

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

...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.

Greg would like to release this to the EU and OSCE, pending your approval.

Yeah.

Ma'am.

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.

- 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.

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.

Lock down the hospital.

HMI6 are here to brief.

And Reese?

On his way. Road closures near the blast site.

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.

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.

Mm-hmm?

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

Lenkov can tell us who hired him.

We need him alive.

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...

Excuse me.

What's happening?

- What's happened? - Second bleed.

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

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

Clamp please. Do we have enough suction?

Pemberton is up there. As is Mrs. Trowbridge.

How many times will we have members of Parliament

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

- We did. - Did you?

Or did you give them panic buttons

and toughened glass and dreamcatchers?

- Hoping that would do the trick? - Sir.

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.

Thank you, Mrs. Trowbridge.

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.

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?

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

French intelligence thinks they're gonna...

The Russians?

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...

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.

Can you hear me?

Are you awake?

I don't know.

- 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.

- 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..."

- 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.

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...

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

Yeah.

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

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.

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?

She said he's a batty old guy.

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

And I did.

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...

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

I need to nap. Go.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

All of the police reiterated

that the area around the street was evacuated...

Is he asleep?

- 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.

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.

- 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?

Yeah.

Here we are.

- You want to walk? - Yeah.

- Okay, all this is speculative. - 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.

- You should go home. - The White House is calling.

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?

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...

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... - 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.

- 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.

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...

Mrs. Buckhurst, I'm Ambassador Wyler.

I work with Ronnie at Embassy London.

Yes.

That's very kind.

Ma'am...

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

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.

Things will be fuzzy for a bit.

To be expected.

I'll be back.

Thank you.

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...

...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.

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.

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

I can wait.

It's no trouble at all.