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5. 4. 3.

Hello. Well we begin with the Middle East.

which has long been a thorn in
the side of American politics.

Recently, the signs from Washington
have pointed to a more assertive

approach to diplomacy in the region.

And here with me now is the
US Ambassador, Jonathan Kraft.

Ambassador, can I start by asking you --

why has the US administration
been so intent on escalating

a disagreement into a
full-scale military crisis?

Well, I think first of all we
need to define escalating...

Thank you, sir. Good job.

Your car's waiting outside.

You not coming too?

I'll catch up with you in
the morning, if that's OK?

Sir.

Hey.

Did you e-mail me those briefing notes?

For the Sky interview?

Yeah.

No, Kelly didn't want
to bother you tonight.

Do you want me to send them over?

Yeah, I'll take a look before I turn in.

Ryan? Ryan?

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium

♪ Testator silens... ♪

Here's Thomas

Thank you.

Sorry, sir.

What's with all this?

- It's something to do with
the US Embassy. - The embassy?

Yeah. Victim's their
Political Section Chief --

guy called Ryan Reed.

Ben Solomon. Counter-terrorism Command.

Thomas Chamberlain, Head of the Lyell.

Why the hold up?

Jurisdiction.

The embassy's got their
legal people all over it.

US Government victim, UK soil.

Hey, we're still awaiting
confirmation from Washington, OK?

Sorry.

Who's Cinderella?

Um... FBI.

Been here since the small hours.

He was shot down there, right?
So, what'd he do, move himself?

If we don't move soon,

there'll be nothing left
of this bloody crime scene.

Matt Garcia, Deputy Chief of Mission.

Assistant Commissioner Khan.

Sorry, our State Department's still
talking with your Home Office.

No, no, this is a national security issue.

We're moving on this now. Let's go.

Your country, your crime scene.

Entry... and exit.

Single shot.

And another bullet wound
to the right shoulder.

What's with the Nelson?
What's he reaching for?

Let's have a look, shall we?

Nothing.

Two bullet wounds -- one to the
shoulder and one to the back.

CT scan shows that there are
no bullets left in the body.

Nikki, could you give me a hand?

Minimal powder burns
next to the entry wound.

We'll check his clothing.

Some partial contact bruising too.

Thank you.

All suggests the barrel of the
gun was held close to his back.

He wouldn't have been
able to move from where

he was shot to where he was found.

He would've bled out too quickly.

So the killer dragged him over and sat him

up on the bench with his
arm in his jacket pocket?

What was he doing in that area?
It's not where he lives, is it?

Must have been visiting somebody.

We have apartments for
embassy staff near there.

It's Jack.

I'll put him through.

Right, let's turn him.

All right, well... It was
definitely a motorbike.

We got traces of what looks
like four-stroke in the tarmac...

Paintwork...

.. orange in colour -- might
be able to get a trace on that,

and the gunman was most
likely wearing bike leathers.

Anything on CCTV?

No.

Nothing directly from the scene.

I thought London was the most
spied-on population in the world.

We're looking at a terror attack
with possibly more planned,

so we need to move fast on this.

Security Service personnel
are on their way

- here now for a briefing.
- OK.

The bullet penetrated the tarmac,

suggesting he was shot
close to the ground.

That bullet has been retrieved.

There's also some blood
pooling in this area, too.

On the right shoulder we have an
exit wound down by the left ribs,

so that bullet could have penetrated

his lungs, heart, possibly the aorta.

Follicle disruption to the scalp, too.

OK. So, he was lying face down
to the ground for the first shot,

then the gunman grabbed him

by the hair to lift his head
up before shooting him again.

Heavy blood pooling ahead of
the body is consistent with

that theory.

So the gun was being
held in this direction.

Et voila.

Second bullet retrieved.

- This lab's a private
company, isn't it? - Yes.

Have they got security clearance for this?

Yes, Dr Chamberlain's
organised all of that.

It's a postmortem briefing,
that's all we're doing here.

I'm heading up the enquiry,

DCI Solomon is handling the
investigation on the ground.

- You're in safe hands.
- OK.

Obviously I'm not going to
contradict what the ambassador

just said. Come on, guys!

So, yes, the Special
Relationship remains just that.

Madeleine?

Has the ambassador...

So are you guys sure, 100%,
this a terrorist attack?

Not 100%.

Inga Meyer, Intelligence Service.

Mr Reed was a high-profile member
of embassy staff who appears to

have been deliberately targeted,

so, yes, a terrorist attack is
the most likely scenario. However,

we can't rule out a lone wolf and
no group has claimed responsibility

yet, so we'd like to be sure
before we raise any more flags.

OK, on that -- there's something
significant, I think. Shall I?

Go ahead.

So we've found traces of
semen on Mr Reed's belt.

And we found evidence of sexual activity,

during our initial examination.

There's a partial,

latent fingerprint on another
part of the belt, too.

- Ryan's?
- No. So...

.. find this person and maybe
you can piece together his final

movements -- at the very least.

We can check it against our UK database but
obviously we don't have access to anything US.

I'll have to discuss that
with the State Department.

You can't just action it yourself?

I'm afraid it's a political decision.

Well, I suggest you
move quickly this time.

- I'll make it happen.
- Thank you.

So, anything else from the postmortem?

Erm, congested lungs.

Some bladder distention. Nothing striking.

OK. For our American friends here
the Home Office has issued a DSMA

notice requesting the media not
to report on this at present.

Requesting? The British press?

We're confident they'll comply.

Hello. Name, please?

- Ella Weir.
- Thank you.

He turned up wanting his old bed back.

Normally that would have been
A&E, but we know him, so...

- Can I?
- Mm-hm.

Hey.

Hey.

Why didn't you call me?

Fergus hasn't been taking his meds.

He told me he was.

It's cool.

I'm taking them now.

We're going with the lorazepam as before

but the docs have upped his mirtazapine.

Little bit of self harming, too.

It's OK.

- Oh, Fergus.
- It's OK.

I'm OK now. Promise.

- Can you give me two seconds?
- Yeah.

Ben Solomon...

I've got to go see Ryan's wife and kids.

Oh, gosh. The police will
tell them, won't they?

No, I think it's important that I do it.

"Age determination using bone
structures of the skull."

You read my research paper?

No. I'm more of a John Grisham guy myself.

I just googled you.

Oh, right.

Right.

Well, I haven't written much since
-- too caught up in the practical,

which I love, by the way.

I'm not a slumming academic --

wouldn't want to give you that impression.

So, Deputy Chief of Mission is what?

I run the embassy -- the
ambassador does the politics.

This kind of thing is way out there --

usually it's just endless trade
delegations and receptions.

You should come see for yourself sometime.

Sir, they've found the bike.

I won't be in your house forever.

You're my brother. You can
stay as long as you want.

Bet Peter doesn't say that.

He doesn't live here,

so it doesn't matter what
he thinks or anyone else.

Besides, Peter cares a lot about you.

He's just trying to get
on the right side of you.

I got blood on my clothes.

I'll put them in the wash.

Listen, work've been chasing me.

Are you going to be all
right here on your own?

I shouldn't leave you, should I?

I'm all right.

I'd say if I wasn't. OK?

OK.

He dumped it out in the Lee
Valley -- then burnt it out.

He did a pretty good job.

We'll be lucky to get anything off it.

You checked ownership?

No, we didn't think we'd bother.

He's kidding.

It was stolen two days ago
from Treby Street, Mile End --

that's the East London area.

Did that help at all?

No CCTV.

- Thanks.
- Welcome.

- Did Kim apologise?
- For what?

- Slowing you guys down earlier.
- Not a dickey bird.

Right, well, let me.

Something like this, we
have to defer to Washington

and right now they're hard-wired
to want to control everything

everywhere, so...

Matt Garcia?

Fergus.

Shit!

Terry Lefoe? CID. Can you
come with us, please?

We'd like to talk to you about Ryan Reed.

Is she refusing to cooperate?

Of course she's refusing to cooperate.

We're talking about a US victim here.

Even so, there's protocol -- you
can't just arrest her in the street.

She shouldn't even be here!

I want to talk to her alone.

- I get it.
- I have diplomatic immunity, sir.

I said I get it, Terry.

But so what? Are you
really going to refuse to

cooperate in the homicide
of one of our own?

You know nothing, tell them that.

Look, I know they've gone in hard
here -- ridiculously so, but..

- But! - We're supposed to have a
mutually beneficial relationship

with the UK agencies. You clam
up now, how's that going to play?

They think you were with him last night.

Why would I have been with him last night?

Terry.

OK, he's got a wife and kid
and you don't want what you

had going with him getting out
there. I understand that, but this

is a potential terrorist attack,

so this is how it's going
to go. I'm insisting

they let you go -- but they get to
interview you -- at the embassy,

Kim'll sit in.

That way, whatever happens,
they can't touch you.

That's the best I can do.

Thank you. Thanks.

Can you open your mouth, please?

So when did you last see Ryan?

He called in to my office
yesterday morning around 11

to plan for the Secretary
of State's visit.

You think I had something to
do with his death, don't you?

Why would I?

He told his wife he was
away on embassy business

but it appears he had sex in
the hours before his death --

and he was heading towards
yours when he was attacked.

So...

I've already got you on his belt.

How long you been seeing
one another, Terry?

Only three months.

OK.

OK. Right. Now, take us through yesterday.

I was here until about three
in the afternoon, then..

.. in the evening I went to the
theatre with people from Legal.

So, between work and the theatre
-- what's that, like, three hours?

What did you do then?

You met up with him then, too, didn't you?

I would never do anything to hurt him.

Was he anxious about something, do
you know? Had anyone threatened him?

There was a guy outside my
apartment a couple of nights ago.

Ryan thought maybe he was being watched.

But then he always did -- he
always thought he was being watched.

Diplomats usually are.

Who did he think it was?

No idea.

Some other country's spook just
letting him know they were there.

Did you see him, Terry -- this guy?

Yeah.

Yeah. Uh, in his 30s, maybe. Caucasian.

Biker's jacket?

You see his face?

OK, thanks. Bye. Right.
Her alibi checks out.

Security at her apartment
confirms she was at home

when the attack happened.

I can get you access to Ryan's
home computer and private cell --

we can check out his office equivalents.

- Presumably you've got every
agent in London on this? - Totally.

We'll need to look at surveillance
cameras between the TV studios

and where he was attacked..

Yeah, thanks. You know we're
pretty hot on basic policing.

I'll call you later.

Um, before you guys go --
do you know a Dr Helen Vine?

- From Medicafrica?
- Yeah.

She's here this evening
doing a private talk

for an invited audience.

It's probably not the best time to
ask, but I was wondering if you...

Uh. Well, we...

Well, we've covered the
pathology for now. I'll have to

wait for the tox report, but
if you wanted to go along?

OK. Sure.

Great.

Do you know what it's about?

Well, she's...

Can I take your order, please?

Um... Yes. Can I have a... a sandwich?

- Cheese sandwich, please.
- Yeah, of course.

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♪ If it weren't for your job at the garage

♪ If you could only oh-oh

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♪ Picture this, my telephone number

♪ One and one is what I'm telling you

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What are the FBI doing in our clean room?

They are making sure
Jack's getting down to it.

They know he's a slacker.

Crack that whip.

- Anything from the bike?
- Not a lot.

Just a bit of seed in the tyres.

Which I'm trying to identify as we speak.

Sorry.

Hi, Darling. No, no, no.

Leaving soon. You OK there
for a bit?.. I don't know.

About half an hour.

.. OK, darling. Bye.

Rosie

So what's the story there?
Is she living with you now?

No, no, just until...

Julia had the baby last night.

- Another girl.
- That's nice.

- Everything OK?
- It will be.

Difficult birth, so they've
kept her in for a bit.

And you're in a knot.

Me? No.

Well, actually, yeah.

Yeah, it's bloody strange.

They have their family now and my
daughter's going to be a part of it.

Not quite got used to
that yet -- but I will.

Excuse me.

- Wow. - Hi. - You look
terrific. - Thanks.

- For you, madame?
- Yeah? - Yeah, great.

There's some people I'd love you to meet.

Yeah, I did a placement there when
I first qualified, out in Montana.

Long time ago now.

The amazing Montana.

Ooh, Helen.

Excuse us. Come here.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Dr Nikki Alexander, Dr Helen Vine.

- Great to meet you.
- Hi.

- Will you excuse me
for a second? - Yeah.

I've read some of your books.

Ooh, a fan.

Oh, well, maybe you didn't like them.

No, no, they were incredibly informative.

Great.

So what do you do?

- I'm a pathologist.
- Really?

Ms Vine?

Can I...? We're starting
up a programme training

pathologists for developing countries.

You want to hook up later -- just the
two of us -- grab a drink somewhere?

Sure.

I might have some work for you.

- Ms Vine, please.
- Excuse me.

Talk to you later.

.. having to somehow deal with
a kind of simultaneous grief.

That's like the whole of Liverpool
suffering an emotional meltdown...

- So? - Thanks for the introduction.
She wants to meet up later.

But I'm talking about that
happening year in, year out.

- Just the two of you? - Mm.
- You must be giving off something.

Helen can be very predatory.

.. the thick of it.

Oh, yeah, my life's a ball, believe me.

It sure is.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Rosie?

Rosie?

Rosie?

I genuinely had no idea.

No. Can I get you a drink?

Yes, please.

Sweet.

What about their mum?

We got divorced a couple of years ago.

She's there, I'm here, and mercifully

the Atlantic runs between us.

And the kids?

- Danny's travelling... - Thanks.
- .. and Kelly's at Yale.

Your old alma mater.

Who told you that?

Do I look that entitled to you?

I googled you back.

You just reminded me.

I have, for you,

first edition, signed copy.

John Grisham.

Wow, you weren't kidding.

You think this is my kind of thing?

I absolutely don't think
it's your kind of thing.

But then, if you didn't like it,

- you'd have to see me again to
give it back to me. - Oh, yeah?

- Not a cunning plan, is it?
- No, not now you've told me it.

Sorry, can I get a minute?

Sure.

I'll....

- You'll be downstairs, right?
- Sorry. Sorry... - I'll be right down.

Don't worry.

We've picked up traces of explosives
on a package addressed to you.

To me!

We got X-rays and photos before
UK bomb disposal destroyed it.

It had a memory stick device inside it.

There's a second envelope, too.

Looks like the same source --
same post mark, same address label.

- But this one, this one's good?
- Yeah.

No explosives, nothing -- just
this strip of paper inside it.

That make any sense to you?

No.

We got this fingerprint, too
-- on a corner of the envelope.

Right, listen, with
everything that's going on,

I think we get the Lyell to take a look.

- I'm on it.
- Thanks.

Rosie?

Hiya. You all right? Mum's not here.

You knew that, didn't you?

I wanted to see the baby but she said no.

I'm not allowed to go to the hospital.

Sweetheart.

Look.

Mummy loves you -- you
know she loves you --

nothing's going to change that.

- Why's she ignoring me, then?
- I don't know.

- Maybe she's tired.
Maybe the baby... - Erin.

She's called Erin.

Erin.

Well, maybe Erin's a bit grouchy.

There's a million reasons but
whatever it is it won't be

because she doesn't want to see you.

You mad at me for coming here?

Of course not.

Can I see the wine list, please?

Certainly, madam.

Matt Garcia had a letter
bomb sent to his address.

Did bomb disposal send
that through to you?

Yeah, not much left of it, we're passing
it on to an explosives expert for analysis.

What about the second envelope with
the numbers on it? Had a fingerprint?

Yeah, no match with UK
or the US databases.

- You think they might be related?
- I don't know.

Never say never. Anyway, I
wouldn't have called you in

- but there's a possible US Embassy
connection here, too. - Where's the
cavalry? - Hopefully, no need.

Please, God. Please, God.

Boss, this is the room, and
this is the manager, Mrs Peraki.

They've tried contacting Ms Vine,
but she isn't answering her mobile.

Good work, Moss.

How many people have been
in here since last night?

Just the maid and me.

There's nothing inside the room --
everything's normal -- but here...

.. it looks like blood

Certainly does.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need a general call
putting out for a Helen Vine.

- You got cameras in the corridor? - No.

- Not up here.
- What a shame.

Can you see about getting these
lights switched off for me, please?

Thank you.

I met her at the embassy.

She knows Matt Garcia.

Has he been informed?

Yeah.

- And the Home Office,
are they aware? - Yeah.

This wasn't indiscriminate,
was it? She was targeted.

So she knew him? Did she know him?

How did he get in to her room?

Maybe through a window,
maybe through a door.

- Was it forced?
- No.

Maybe she just opened it up to him.

Somebody knocks, you open up, right?

Why the hell would he
risk moving her in here?

Why not just pose her in her room?

From the blood trail, it looks like
she managed to get away from him out

into the corridor -- but he caught
her up and dragged her in here.

The MO's similar to Ryan Reed --

and the way she's been
placed in the chair.

What about this magazine?

Some sort of listings thing.
Most of the rooms have them.

It's the same guy, right?

Look at this.

Hasn't been fired.

This one has.

Right through her body.

She'd had a pacemaker fitted --

we've been able to examine that,
details are on the table behind you.

Shows abnormal heart activity
starting last night, 9.33pm.

Is that the time of death, then?

No.

Activity ceases completely at 9.36.

Sir.

What have we got?

We've got a blunt force
trauma injury to the head

and defence wounds to both hands.

A bullet entered here just below
the xiphisternum, perforating

the aorta -- hence the massive blood loss,

puncturing the lumbar vertebrae.

The MO's the same, so, well,
we're looking at the same killer.

Possibly a serial killer.

And the connection between the victims?

Well, apart from their US Embassy
connections and citizenship,

I don't know.

Some bladder fibrosis -- quite advanced.

Didn't Ryan Reed suffer from
bladder inflammation, too?

Yeah, not specifically
fibrosis though, was it?

- Have you checked his cytology yet?
- I'll look at the slides.

This is one of the bullets
used to kill Helen Vine --

and this one's from Ryan Reed.

- The same gun?
- Yes.

Right. So the same killer.

Well, no, the weapon can be fired
by anyone, I think you'll find.

So it's not necessarily the same killer.

Right, right, OK, well,
that's him, whoever he is.

OK, we drop the DSMA
notice and we go public..

That's not going to happen.

We've got to get that face out there.

Washington won't be happy with that.

Why not?

Because until somebody claims responsibility
we don't have an enemy to rail against.

And admitting that our people are
getting picked off in London,

and we don't have a clue who's doing
it, makes this Administration look weak.

Unbelievable.

So what will Washington be happy with?

Finding out who did this.

Back to basics, then -- how did he get in?

Here's Helen Vine.

So before then.

Right, so what am I looking for?

Well. Biker's jacket.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What about him?

OK, let's sync the cameras.

Come on -- come on, give me this guy.

Is that him?

Can you zoom in?

Bring up the e-fit.

Sure.

That's him.

Is there any more?

He's not going to pay by card?

Got him.

Armed police, don't move!

- Armed police!
- Get down.

- Get down!
- Now!

- Get down now!
- Hands on your head.

Get down on your knees. I
said, get down on your knees!

Got the toxicology back on Helen Vine.

Yeah.

She was taking praziquantel.

- Which is... - Which is used to treat
something called schistosomiasis,

an infection caused by a parasitic worm.

You get it all over the tropics --

South America, Asia, the
Middle East, mostly Africa.

And the bladder fibrosis?

Is a symptom.

- Ryan Reed has got a little
bit of fibrosis, too. - Really?

Less advanced than Helen Vine's.

But they travelled to a similar location,

- picked up the same infection.
- Maybe.

We need his records.

Well, we're searching your house

and I'm going to need
to interview you, OK?

OK.

Sir. Ella's boyfriend. Peter Cilliers.

- Thank you for coming.
- It's fine.

I've been told Fergus is unwell, mentally.

Yeah, he has psychosis.

Right -- well, he wants
you in there with him

and I've OK'd that, so...
I'll let you know as soon as.

All right?

No, I can't. I can't go in there.

I... I can't.

Fergus, there's been a change
of plan. Ella's not feeling

so good, so Peter's going to sit
here with you instead, all right?

He's what we call your appropriate adult.

- You happy with that?
- Yeah.

Before we begin, my client suffers
from mental illness, so I wish it

to be noted that in my opinion this
interview should not be going ahead.

Noted.

Your man's ex-RAF, discharged
for psychiatric reasons.

He just flipped out, no warning.

No Islamist connection?

No, nor far-right as far as we can tell.

What were you doing
here last night, Fergus?

What?

Were you looking for this woman?

I'm showing Mr Weir exhibit V11.

- Hey. - Matt, Do you have access
to Ryan Reed's medical records?

I think so. Why?

Well, Helen Vine was taking medication for

some kind of parasitic
infection and we think Ryan

was infected, too. You only
get this thing in the tropics.

Now, we know Helen was
based somewhere in Africa.

Can we place Ryan there, too?

Yeah, Helen's charity works out
of West Africa -- Mali, I think.

And Ryan...

.. I'll have to check, but I'm pretty sure

he did a stint at the US Embassy
-- second part of last year.

So he would have been there at
the same time as Helen Vine?

Yeah. He would have. Let me confirm that

and I'll let Solomon know. Excuse me.

Well, we've got you on CCTV
leaving the hotel at 7.37pm.

Where did you go after that, Fergus?

If he wasn't there, how could he
have anything to do with this?

Mr Weir may have returned at a later time.

Is that what you did, Fergus? About 9.30?

US people....

.. they made a commitment. Years ago.

Right, OK.

So how about this man?

This is Exhibit R3.

It's on the Statue of Liberty --
"Give me your tired, your poor,

"your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,

"the wretched refuse
from your teeming shore."

Not anymore, though. Not now.

We'll take a pause here, please.

We're pausing the interview at 15.32.

DCI Solomon is leaving the room.

You OK? Can I get you something?

15.33.

DCI Solomon is back in the room.

Ever been to Mali, Fergus?

What about a charity called Medicafrica?

Ever had dealings with them?

No? All right.

Monday night at 11.30pm -- can you tell
me exactly where you were, please, Fergus?

Regardez moi.

Tell them, man.

Sorry, Fergus, can you look at me?

M'bi fe, mon cher, mon Africain.

Fergus, can you look at me?
Fergus, look at me! That's it!

Why did you pose those bodies?

Fergus, what the hell is that
all about? Fergus, please.

Look at this man. Did you kill him?

~

This woman? Did you kill
her? What about this man?

Why did you kill them, Fergus?

- This woman, you killed her, right?
- DCI, come on.

This man, you killed him, too?

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Get him out of there.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Kim, good morning. Come through?

- Can I make you coffee? - No, fine,
thank you. - I'd love one, thank you.

So, Fergus Weir confessed but he
had no connection to the embassy,

he never met Ryan or Helen,
hasn't even set foot in Mali.

But it was his fingerprint
on the letter bomb --

on the accompanying mail, anyway.

What are you saying --
he was targeting me, too?

You ever been to Mali?

I've never been to Africa.

I guess you get dodgy parcels from
cranks and douchebags all the time.

Douchebags!

Just trying to make you feel at home.

That's very kind of you.

Look, if people are trying to blow me up,

I'd might as well not waste
what time I have left here, so...

.. can I take you out?

Really?

Well, yeah, you're
unbelievably easy on the eye,

you've a brain the size of Canada

and for some reason I feel
like I've known you for years.

Nikki, Matt? Would you join us?

Is that a no?

Sorry.

So Fergus Weir's been charged, has he?

Yeah, and assessed.

He's too sick for prison,
we're remanding him

to a secure psychiatric unit.

Something that's concerning me.

- The second package sent
to Mr Garcia... - Sorry.

There's a list of numbers but
we can't identify their meaning.

You think this is the guy, right?
The threat's been neutralised.

Yeah, but there are questions.

His print was on the letter bomb
but not in Helen Vine's hotel room

or in the place Ryan Reed was murdered.

No DNA, either.

That was my team leader in Washington.

They have something on Weir, too.

- The FBI do?
- It's definitive.

I'm sorry, I can't share
the specifics here,

it's classified Can I take you through it?

Please.

- Whoa -- fancy pants.
- Hey.

Hop in.

Thanks.

This is where Fancy Pants lives.

Do you live like this in Washington?

I wish. No, the embassy has places,
properties all over the city.

- This is where they put the
Deputy Chief of Mission. - Wow.

I know, the American dream is alive
and well and living in Hampstead.

Look at me -- Lord Snotty.

- Snooty.
- Hmm?

You have a maid?

Yeah, I have a maid.

Any more questions?

- Indian food or Italian food?
- Thai.

You hungry?

Rugby or football?

I mean rugby or soccer?

Cricket.

Red or white?

White, please.

Democrat or Republican?

Democrat, or it's a deal breaker, right?

Although I have to tell you,

the old battle lines, they
don't really exist anymore.

There's the current administration
and then everybody else.

And where are you?

I like to put in an honest innings.

Play with a straight bat?

Yeah, just be real.

And what's that exactly? What is real?

God, you even do scientific
analysis of chitchat?

Well, I like to know what people mean.

I don't like things to be vague.

OK, well, what about now for a start?

I mean, I'm here with you and
that feels pretty real to me.

Smoothy.

What happened to Fancy Pants?

Thank you.

They treating you OK?

Are you going to tell them
where you were, Fergus?

You've got to tell them where you
were when that woman was killed.

Will you tell me?

Peter said you didn't
know what you were saying.

Stop it.

I told the truth.

I know you don't want to
believe that, but I did.

There were others.

I had an idea you lived in some compound.

Doughnuts and burgers and
never talk to the locals.

- C'mon.
- Where were you before here?

Bangkok.

You sure this all right? I
mean, we can go out for dinner.

- No, this is great.
- You haven't tasted it yet.

You don't use peanut oil?

Canola.

Has a neutral flavour.

Who told you that?

I read it in a cook book.

Most of what I know I read.

All theory, no practice.

Which reminds me.

- You read it already?
- Yeah.

I liked it, actually.

Kind of surprised myself.

Guessed the ending, though.

- No, you didn't.
- I did.

Mm. This is delicious.

Well, thank you.

We have to indulge, right? I was
gifted this pretend life, and...

Well, not everybody gets the chance.

So what do you want to do this evening?

What are the options?

I figured we could go into Hampstead.

Maybe take a walk on the Heath.

You don't have to entertain me.

Is that so?

No. This is perfect.

If I'd known you were this relaxed
I would have gotten take-out.

You have a... just a little...

- Oh, sorry.
- No, it's on the other side

Here?

You're kidding, yeah?

Regardez moi.

Regardez moi.

Regardez moi.

Regardez moi!

~

Shit.

Matt? I seem to have locked
myself in the bathroom.

Matt?

Matt?

Matt?

Matt?

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