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I'm here to protect you.

Protect? Or control?

Do as they say.

They'll figure out they've made a mistake.

If anyone hurts you...

I can look after myself.

Relationships are impossible.

Edward's nice. The end.

The locker, the Polaroid, the anonymous phone number,

the voice in the end, the damn auction.

Coyote isn't being held by an agency.

Cossack's working alone.

- It's him. - We have Cossack.

I want proof he's alive.

He is alive

for four...

five more days.

From what I hear, the news is not good.

Our missing agent is in the hands of the Russians,

where they intend to use him to maximum effect.

We'll have to lean out of Ukraine.

This could change the shape of the entire conflict.

This isn't bad news. It's good.

So you think you can still get him back?

Yes. We'll find him. We'll get him back.

You do not make promises you cannot keep.

Is it Poppy Lewis or Poppy Cunningham?

Yeah, I am close, aren't I?

Fuck!

Good morning, good morning.

How are you, Samia?

How are you bearing up under our, uh, burdens?

I'm fine.

How are you bearing up?

I spoke with, uh, Osman yesterday.

It was nothing.

I needed some fresh air.

Cooped up in that hotel room day and night.

So you went all the way across town

to another hotel room?

I read a paper you published in Addis.

"Humanitarian Consequences

of Sexual Violence Against Women and Girls

as a Military Tactic."

It's a good paper. Terrible title.

Women's bodies are a battleground.

This paper almost got you excluded from the negotiations.

So I, uh, I read it, and, uh...

- And what? - It is accurate.

This is what is happening in Khartoum,

all over the country.

I told my cousin this paper was a reason for them to bring you.

He, like me, is a reasonable man.

Not all men are monsters, Samia.

I know.

Your work is, uh...

so important.

Thank you.

So...

go out for fresh air again,

for any reason,

men in Khartoum will arrest your family.

Your mother, your sisters.

These men, they may not be reasonable men.

Do I make myself clear?

Good morning. Good morning.

Very good to see you.

Welcome, welcome.

Slow down. What did he say?

My mother and my sisters.

I can't ever see you again.

I can't even be speaking to you right now.

You're okay.

You're still in London. You're safe.

Nowhere is safe.

We need time.

Samia, keep your cool.

Do everything they ask you.

Let me think about this. Let me work it out.

I'll call you back.

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- You okay? - I'm fine.

I just need to get to work.

Listen, as a precaution, I need you stay here today.

Precaution? What's up?

Nothing. I just need to check some things.

What things? Like that guy that spoke to me?

No. Yes.

I just need you to stay here.

It's fine.

Cool. Don't tell me.

Cool plan. You look into it.

You spy that shit out.

I'll just stay here.

Maybe read a book, knit something.

And maybe sometime in the future,

we can meet up someplace that's a real place.

Poppy.

Listen, my daughter thinks

she could have been followed yesterday. Can you keep an eye?

- She good? - She's fine.

- You sure? - I need you to make sure.

Done.

Valhalla appeared in 2014 providing

"little green men" for false flag ops

in the lead-up to the Russian annexation of Crimea.

Volchok was an ex-KGB, SVR officer who found himself

in Ukraine in the company of highly-trained

Spetsnaz Special Forces operators.

He formed his new unit outside

of the command and control of the regular Army.

At first, Volchok's ambitions echoed elements

inside the Russian state who wanted a more aggressive,

- imperial foreign policy. - After Crimea,

Valhalla forces pour into Syria, Libya and Iraq.

They're able to succeed in theaters

where coalition forces had failed.

They took Palmyra from Islamic State in two weeks.

Only because they didn't give a shit

about who was or wasn't a civilian.

Right. Of course, accusations

of war crimes swiftly followed, rumors

of neo-Nazi insignia, etcetera, but...

and this is the genius of it...

all Valhalla units are registered abroad.

So, legally, Russia has zero responsibility.

They have become a global mercenary force.

All right, how many troops we talking about

worldwide, a hundred thousand?

Across this many theaters,

I mean, uh, they're so vast, estimates are tough.

More.

Brigade strength or above in a dozen countries.

Belarus, Ukraine, Syria, Sudan.

Mozambique, Central African Republic,

Mali, Libya, Venezuela,

Madagascar. The list is big.

We're picking up tensions

between Russian high command and Valhalla. How do we exploit that?

It's only led Volchok

to become more security-conscious and insular.

On his bases,

an unauthorized cell phone is grounds for a death sentence.

Carried out by sledgehammer.

So the world's most paranoid asshole,

trained by old KGB in counterespionage

and surrounded by his own fanatical private army

of Nazi mercenary thugs...

Great. Who wants to give it a go?

We're working on something. An asset we could deploy.

But he's not gonna want to do it.

Smart.

I don't fucking blame him.

- This is a joke, right? - No.

In that case, no. No way.

No fucking way on Earth.

- Where do you want to live? - Fuck you.

You like Hounslow, Alex. Poky little safe house.

You can't go home. What's the plan?

He only gets the safe house for six months.

- Then what? - All of this,

all you are describing... this is your fault, not mine.

What if I said I could get you an American passport?

I would say, shove it up your ass.

But there is no point,

because it doesn't exist, right?

- Alex. - Oh, my God. You are doing this.

Help us, and we'll get you, your mom

and your brother all U.S. citizenship.

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We'll even throw in health care

in case your brother needs it.

Hmm. That's the deal.

- I'm waiting. - For what?

For the "or" here.

For the fucking small print.

And, please,

for the love of God, please don't lie.

- Or... - Or...

Or we send you to Belarus and trade documents

through a back channel that identify you as a CIA asset.

Thank you.

Thank you for being honest.

I'm offering you a way out.

Through the gift shop?

May I ask you a question? Why lay it out like this?

- Like there is a choice? - Listen.

To make you feel better? You got me cornered here?

You.

You are trapped, too. We're all in hell.

Not just me.

All of us.

You have five minutes. Take it or leave it.

- No, neither. - No?

I don't even think I'd enjoy one.

- Okay, bye. - Okay, bye.

Viola. I will see you tomorrow.

- Yes, tomorrow. - Okay. Mwah. Bye.

Tweaked my back playing squash with Reza.

No, no, don't-don't worry. Don't worry. Oh, thank you.

- Where do you want it? - Oh, just in my office.

You can put it down anywhere.

Thanks.

Should we open up the box and hide the bottles?

- Are we celebrating? - Yeah.

I am going to Iran.

Reza phoned me yesterday.

No way.

Way.

- Congrats. - Thanks.

Oh, watch the back.

Yeah, it's-it's gonna be great.

I'm really looking forward to it.

- What the fuck? - Not a word.

Let's move.

- Who are you? - Your dad said stay indoors.

Next time, listen and do what you're told until it's safe.

- Hi. - Hey.

How's it going?

- Am I bugging you? - No. No, not at all.

What can I do for you?

Do you want to go on another run?

Henry needs to see you. Now.

You're both wanted in Henry's office.

What's up?

Dad.

Suddenly, it was time.

It was now or never.

I was in play.

My family was in play. Samia's, too.

I had one move left.

You have any idea why Beijing field operatives

were surveilling your daughter's college?

14:12 today, someone closed distance on Poppy

like they were about to run a kidnap.

Good thing our street team was on deck, huh?

Dozer told us you asked her to watch Poppy this morning.

Said you seemed concerned, like you might know something.

Or feared it.

Start anywhere you like.

Twice in the past week, I thought I was being followed.

But you didn't flag it.

I figured if I was, my follow team would have picked it up.

When they didn't, I assumed I could relax.

But if it's real...

...I think I know what it is.

Richardson was right.

There are secret negotiations taking place in London.

Both sides meet daily at 73 Kensington Park Gardens.

A mansion belonging to Chinese national Eric Huang.

I don't know an exact agenda, but talks are between

the military government and rebel forces in Sudan.

Dr. Samia Zahir is playing a role

as a geopolitical expert.

Samia's in London under the pretext

of attending an educational conference.

I ran into her by chance a few days ago.

She told me she was here on a university visa,

but the truth is, every morning, she joins these discussions

- at the highest level. - And you did your own digging

to find all this out?

- Yes. - Why?

Because I didn't buy her story.

- It didn't add up. - Why engage at all?

Why not just walk away when you bump into someone

you knew downrange?

Because I believe

Samia Zahir to be of enormous value.

And you want us to recruit her?

Yes.

I think we have to.

Who?

You?

I think I can.

- But it is important to... - Dr. Zahir

arrived in London on the 25th.

Five weeks, here,

under our noses, we knew nothing about it?

We heard some chatter

from the Brits via a back channel.

We were looking into it but getting nowhere.

If this is true, the Chinese have fucking aced this.

Well, they think so, too.

I see opportunity here.

Every station around the world, they have us under the thumb.

Never make mistakes.

Langley would eat this up with a spoon.

Martian really thinks he can get her?

Well, we're currently running the scenarios and evaluations,

but yes, he does.

Go get her.

Oh, bugger.

Fuck.

Um...

Hello, sorry, y-you don't, uh, have a pump, do you?

You got a flat tire?

Yeah, it was fine when I came in.

Maybe it's a slow puncture. It's your lucky day.

- I've got one of these. - Oh, you're kidding.

- Yeah. - Do you mind if I...

- Yeah. - I-I don't actually know

- how to do it myself. - Do you want to hold that?

Yeah. This is gone.

Oh.

- Was it him? - It's all fine.

Someone's gonna come and ask you a few questions,

then they're gonna take you to your mom's.

Why don't you come around for dinner later?

Okay.

Hey.

On the 19th at three o'clock,

on our way into the Incas exhibit, we ran into a woman,

my old friend.

You didn't catch her name.

Do you need another hug?

No, I'm good.

I better go.

- Good as new. - Wow.

That is brilliant. Thank you so much.

How can I repay you?

- I-I do have some... - Don't go to Iran.

S-Sorry?

You heard.

Don't fucking go to Iran.

- Excuse me? - Repeat after me:

- "I love my family." - What?

- Say it. - Why?

Fucking say it.

I-I love my family.

Do not tell anyone about this conversation.

Nothing. Not a word.

Their lives depend on it.

I don't understand.

You're right. You do not understand Tehran.

Don't try. Just obey.

Okay?

Now...

where are we not going?

Iran?

Good.

Have a good day.

Can't be easy to fuck around

on your husband in Sudan.

Takes guts.

She knows what she wants, she takes risks.

She might need to see this

as saving herself, not being saved.

How did she contact you to tell you she was in London?

There was no way for her to contact me.

Martian ran into Sami outside the British Museum.

I was with my daughter,

on the way to see an exhibition on the Incas.

Do operatives often run into people

they knew under their alias?

Never.

It's rare. It does happen.

- Are there protocols? - Not really, no,

just close off communication gently.

Gently?

The rule is, don't arouse suspicion.

The plan was, see her once more for lunch,

which I did three days later.

And that's when she told you about the negotiations.

Yes.

Were you surprised?

- Surprised? - Well,

she did betray state secrets to you spontaneously

with no encouragement.

I'm just a teacher to her.

She still in love with you?

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Unless we fuck this up, that is.

But if you had to call it?

Yes.

Can we use that?

If I get the chance.

Don't get stuck on the danger she's in,

make her feel what she felt before.

She's not betraying her home. Home is you.

She's coming home.

Thank you. That's helpful.

He's in love with her.

What?

I said, "He's in love with her."

He never made a secret of it.

- He told you that? - Yeah. Everything.

From the first meeting to the last.

Every step of the way.

What about when he broke it off?

He did what he had to do.

Why didn't he report contact at the museum?

Mm. Martian is an experienced operative.

The Agency give guys like that a long leash.

Did he ever talk about a future with Dr. Zahir?

She was married. I think they both knew what it was.

Is it possible that your own feelings for Martian

have blinded you to what's going on with these two?

My own feelings?

Perhaps you wanted to believe that it was over between them.

My relationship here is one of professional proximity.

Martian tries to get everyone to fall in love with him.

Oh, well, now I feel great

'cause he never tried it with me.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I have some thoughts about this approach.

I'd hope so.

Naomi's on her way. My office.

They have her under house arrest in her hotel.

When she leaves, they go with her everywhere she goes.

She attends the negotiations daily.

Is there something we could do en route?

Anything discrete we could use?

A kitchen. A bathroom...

The route's secure both ends and in the middle.

- Anything staged, they'll pick. - Medical emergency?

Send in a hotel doctor? Get her out of there?

We need something quiet and everyday. Unsexy.

You said she entered the country on a university visa?

Royal College countersigned her application. That's her cover.

Attack the cover.

University's pissed. She's skipping class.

- They vouched her travel. - Fire off an email.

They'll pull her visa unless she comes in to explain.

Bone-dry.

- And they can't come with her. - She's a teacher.

Good. We run a jack-in-the-box.

- Quick word? - Super quick.

I have to brief Langley on Coyote and Dr. Zahir.

Are we sure about Martian setting the hook?

- I take it you're not? - It's his baby.

- Right. - Well, should it be?

The flea-flicker depends on his personal connection.

- Yeah, I know. - But...?

My gut?

I have to go.

Listen, gut is good.

I trust yours.

Find something concrete and bring it to me.

If we win here, it's big.

"After failing to reply to your calls and messages...

attention that you have com...

you have not completed minimum required seminar...

Your UNESCO-sponsored visa arranged

on promise of attendance...

failure to respond being forced to inform embassy...

...result in cancellation of visa status."

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- Hey, Poppy. - What the actual fuck, Dad?

- I ordered us some Chinese. - Mm.

Chinese. My favorite.

Maybe even a movie?

Something I was working on

has cropped up here in London.

Now I have a whole team of people protecting us.

It's their job to get ahead of anything.

They did.

It's a fire drill.

Nothing burned down. Test complete.

How do you know that I lied for you?

You haven't even asked me.

- Because I trust you. - You trust me to lie.

And I did.

I really, I really lied, but...

I don't know if I did a good job.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

I got myself into trouble.

You got me out.

Because you did, now everything's good.

Go me.

You should probably get that.

Simon.

Dr. Zahir has made an appointment

to come in to meet Mr. Kent-Jones at 10 a.m.

at the Royal College tomorrow morning.

Understood.

Good news?

That'll be the Chinese.

"The Chinese" or "The Chinese"?

Glad someone finds this funny.

Was it pillow talk?

No. I think she was serious.

Do you think she's capable

of leaving her husband for you?

Maybe one day she'll ask.

If I said yes, I think she would.

Do you want that to happen?

If my mission was over?

Yeah.

If it was a possibility, yes.

Do you want that to happen?

If my mission was over?

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Orekhov made contact

with Volchok 2 p.m. today.

Security was as expected.

The target was isolated

behind a physical and digital wall

with only three people present.

One, an unidentified barber. Two...

Wait, a barber? Why does this guy need a barber?

He's fucking bald.

He's bald but he shaves the rest once a week.

Barber's out, we can't wait that long.

Two, a bodyguard,

the only person allowed to get close who's armed.

Uh, Orekhov heard someone call him "Sasha"?

Alexander Bulgov.

He's worked close security for Volchok seven years.

Yeah, the man has literally taken a bullet for him.

- Who's the third? - Uh, his secretary.

Orekhov heard him call her "Sylviya."

Said they seemed close, said she had two desks,

one outside the general's office,

another inside, in a corner.

The secretary.

...this data needs to be completed,

because once we get the rundown

- when we are in Iran... - Mm-hmm.

...it will be too complicated.

All the calculations.

Which reminds me...

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And we have to talk about this as well,

'cause this is very complex.

Yeah, take a look at this.

It's my wife. Sorry.

Uh, hello?

Hey, bicycle man.

I'm so sorry, I've-I've, um, I've got to take this.

Where is Isabel, and what have you done to her?

I borrowed Isabel's phone. My battery died.

She's very kind. Cute, too.

I got the feeling from her you haven't changed

- your travel plans. - Leave my wife alone.

If you go to Iran, you'll die before you arrive.

This is not a threat. I don't threaten, I inform.

Who are you?

I'm your horoscope.

What?

H-Hello? Hello?

Fuck.

- Hey. - Hello? Isa?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?

- Where are you? - The market.

I just helped this lovely man.

He bought us free chorizo

because I was such a Good Samaritan and let him

- make a call on my phone. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Don't-don't go near that guy.

Okay? D-Don't go near him.

Get... go straight to home.

Please, just-just trust me.

Do as I tell you.

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So, he told his boss he's not going?

Had second thoughts.

Said his wife didn't want to move to Iran.

He blamed his wife?

Brave guy.

So, does that mean you're going instead now?

Few months? A year?

You know I can't tell you.

You shouldn't even know where I'm going.

One question. Straight yes or no.

Are we just fucking?

No.

But we could.

They will ask you to justify your absence.

- What will you tell them? - I was busy setting up

the rescue of artifacts from the museum in Khartoum

to safety with the International Council of Museums

here in London.

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I also asked someone to record the seminars

and give me a copy.

I have been taking part.

They can test me.

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They're on their way in.

Hi, I'm meeting with Mr. Kent-Jones.

He's up on the fourth floor.

Thank you.

They're going up.

Clean. No microphones, no transmitters.

Come in.

- Mr. Kent-Jones? - Yes.

Take a seat, Mrs. Zahir. Please.

Thank you for seeing me.

I must offer my apologies

for having missed so many seminars...

Excuse me for a moment.

Paul?

No.