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Hi. Vote for Mayor Jaffrey.

Oh.

Can I give you a
poster for the window?

Oh, the bank doesn't let us be political.
Besides he's a shoo-in, isn't he?

Can't take anything
for granted.

Imagine if everyone stayed home and
we ended up with Dennis Gimball?

He's an idiot.
He'll never get in.

Touch wood, but elections
aren't idiot-proof, you know.

Morning.

Hope Mayor Jaffrey can
count on your vote.

I know a lot of you young people
are disenchanted with politics.

Yeah, I-I was too at your age.

But Mayor Jaffrey offers hope
whereas Gimball offers... ...hate.

Gimball wants to
"Make London..."

What are you...

Don't. Do...

Ho! Look out!

What the fuck?

-Did you not see?
-What?

-He was about to run you over.
-What you talking about?

My headphones.

It sped up. It was
definitely going for you.

They can't have got far.

I thought you were
checking CCTV?

I will forward you the link.

Replace my headphones, and
we'll leave it at that.

No, we fucking won't.

You also ripped my top. I'll
add that to the bill, or else.

Or else what?

Or else I'll file an official
complaint against you for assault.

Assault? I just saved
your life, dickhead.

By the way, only a twat
pays 200 quid for a top.

Yeah, well, I make that
money back in pussy.

That makes it sound like I
pay for sex, which I don't!

Sex pays for me!

Witnesses describe the shooter
as using a shotgun or rifle.

And that he opened
fire randomly...

...and without emotion.

The police and other emergency
services remain at the scene.

And we will, of course,
continue to update the story...

Yeah, I know
about Abbotsfield.

What the fuck's it got to do with
you? Or anyone else at Slough House?

It came out of nowhere. So the
Park is scrambling to catch up.

So they'll be doing deep
background research,

identity checks, all the
boring crap you make us do.

So don't you think they'd
appreciate our help?

Well, make an educated guess.

Yes.

I said educated.

That guess left school at 15
to get a job in an abattoir.

Why do you even
give a shit anyway?

It's your last day, isn't it?

Why don't you make a paper
aeroplane or a rubber band ball?

Make yourself useful.

...not at this stage appear
to be terrorist related.

But the motivation for the
attack has not been confirmed.

God, why are you mistaking
this for my office?

Where you're also not welcome.

S-Shirley has
something to tell you.

-Well, I didn't need a warm-up act.
-Well, go on then. Hurry up.

So I can tell you to fuck off
and finish my breakfast in peace.

Someone nearly ran Ho over.

Good for them. Fuck off.

It was deliberate. They
drove straight at him.

While I'd like to think of Ho
getting run over accidentally,

it would be robbing the rest
of us of a moment's pleasure.

-Where did it happen?
-Fan Street.

No cameras.
Suspicious in itself.

What sort of car?

Ford Transit van. White.

Any identifying characteristics like, oh,
I don't know... y'know, a number plate?

I was too busy rescuing Ho to get
it. When I looked around it had gone.

And why isn't Ho here
complaining about this himself?

He didn't notice.

Yeah, I kinda see
that happening.

White Transit van heading east.

Surely we should at
least try and track it?

Well, leaving the scene of an accident
doesn't make whoever it was an assassin.

I take it no one leaned out of the
window shouting, "I'll get ya next time."

Are you going to
take this seriously?

Well, I'm glad you
asked me that. No.

Are you going to take
this seriously? Fuck off.

Shirley, wait.

What we are seeing today
is terror. Pure and simple.

The policies of this soft-on-crime mayor
have turned this city into a war zone.

Emma Flyte, MI5 Security Head.

Flytey.

-Excuse me?
-Flytey Flyte. Flew the Met for MI5.

Our paths crossed briefly on
the, uh, Lennard Street robbery.

Oh, yes. Shall we?

Oh, I see. No time for small
talk now you're a fancy spook?

Eleven people are dead at the
hands of an automatic weapon.

So, no, I don't have
time for small talk.

Especially not with someone
who once sent a WhatsApp

listing suspects in the order
he would like to fuck them.

Let me show you the scene.

Around 9:07, the suspect
comes out of his flat,

he walks to the
center of the square

where he opens fire on everyone
around him without warning.

Starting with the old boy
at the election stall.

Minutes later, turns
the gun on himself.

No one stood a chance
with that weapon.

Well, we've made inquiries at
the local gun club, so, uh...

That kind of weapon is not
licensed for gun clubs.

What do we know
about the gunman?

Fan of Dennis Gimball.

Did he ever express extreme
views on race or immigration?

It's not come up so far.

According to the locals,
he didn't speak to anyone.

I'll need to check
his online history.

See if he has any affiliations.

I'll need to let the Park know.

Know what?

Well, gunman was a
Gimball supporter,

and his first victim was
someone stumping for the mayor.

The press and politicians will
have a field day with this.

City's already on a knife edge.

Fuck.

Are you late 'cause
you was shaking a tail?

I wish.

No, Catherine texted me to
pick up stuff for this party.

Someone tried to take out Ho this
morning. Drove straight at him.

What? Really? Who? How?

No, they didn't!

She was looking for an
excuse to sexually harass me.

Right. Did... Did
this happen or not?

He was nearly run over.

Can you just take
some of this?

You think I'm making it up?

No. I believe he was nearly hit by a
car as are many people who cross roads.

Why is everyone being
such a prick about it?

Not being a prick about it.
I just wanna spend my time

on things that actually matter.

A van nearly hit him. I
pushed him out of the way.

Right.

Two things, right?

Angry London drivers, and Roddy
does have a very irritating walk.

Fuck you.

That was uncalled for.

What is her problem?

No, I meant you.

-Me?
-Yes.

She's convinced.

And if someone targets one of
us, it means we're all at risk.

Potentially.

Yeah, well, she's not exactly the best
eyewitness in the world right now, is she?

I can still hear you,
you fucking twat!

Have a heart. She's still
dealing with Marcus's death.

Yeah, well, we're all dealing
with things, aren't we?

Some of us better than others.

Do you think there
was an attack on Ho?

Don't know. Don't care.

Why have you been shopping?
I thought you were on an op.

No.

No, I've been picking up
supplies for your party.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I
don't want a party.

I just wanna slink out of here.

No. Taking a mental health
break is actually pretty brave,

so we should celebrate.

Jesus.

What?

My grandfather was telling
me a story this morning,

and I thought I just recognized it because
he'd told me it before, or something,

but it's actually because it's
the plot to Where Eagles Dare.

-Oh, no.
-Yep.

So he's not doing so well?

No.

Well, he's actually adjusted
to the home pretty well.

But that's because he doesn't
remember much of his life before.

He used to go, and he would give me
all these brilliant Cold War stories.

You know, with detail and...

Now when I think I'm getting
something from him, it's an old film.

-Don't judge me by the way.
-Mm-mmm.

-Already hate myself...
-I'm not.

...for feeling like this.

Well, I'm gonna miss
this fun office banter.

Flyte's still at the scene.

We're combing through his online
history based on what she sent through.

We need a full profile now.
There are too many blanks.

I need to know how he got under the radar.
We cannot let another one get through.

I just got off the phone from
a very unhappy Home Secretary.

Well, yes.

-Eleven dead.
-We need to pick ourselves up.

It's what we do
next that counts.

And given the political
affiliation of the gunman,

the mayoral candidate should
limit their public appearances.

Funny you should say that.

I'm... I'm actually going to
relay that information personally.

I'm heading down to see
Gimball and Jaffrey right now.

Oh, is that a good idea?

Uh, no, it's a terrible idea,
which is why I'm doing it.

When Gimball learns about his link
to the gunman through the press,

he's gonna go full-on
conspiracy mode.

Say it's a false flag operation.

So he needs to hear it from
me. Straight, no more games.

I think we've all had quite
enough of his rabble rousing.

I think you might have to accept
that he'll do that regardless.

Not on my watch, he won't.

Thank you.

I will then open up
the floor to questions.

From a rabidly
metropolitan audience.

No, we're making sure that a third of the
audience are planning to vote for you,

a third for Mr. Jaffrey
and a third are undecided.

Excuse me.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave the room.

I need to speak to
the candidates alone.

Claude, great to see you again.

Nice to see you, Zafar.

And they say there's no such
thing as the establishment.

I take it you two
play golf together?

-No, actually, we Morris dance together.
-Oh, sweet.

It's a joke, uh...

I know you've heard about the
terrible events at Abbotsfield.

Appalling.

London stands in solidarity
with victims of hate.

Sorry, but why are you speaking like
that? There... There's no cameras here.

Eleven people died, Dennis.

Yes, because you can't
keep on top of crime.

Gentlemen.

There'll be an increased police
presence at all public gatherings

going forwards from today.

Including tomorrow's
mayoral debate.

You should, uh, bring in some
backup. Expand your team.

Why do I need to expand my team?

Well, I've no doubt that you
can handle yourself, obviously.

Just your candidate needs
360-degree protection.

Tyson's my Chief of Staff.

-He's your what? Sorry?
-Tyson Bowman is my Chief of Staff.

Oh.

-Did you think I was his bodyguard?
-Sorry, I'm late.

I had to educate my editor that
octoroon is not a racist word.

Dame Whelan. Hello.

I'm sorry. This is an
intelligence briefing.

Are you questioning my IQ?

Dodie is not only my wife,
she's also my campaign manager.

And she's also a journalist
who works for a national rag.

You didn't like what
I wrote about you.

I don't read your column.

But I'm told that you, um... you
wanted me to tend my resignation?

On account of my drive to recruit
more LGBTQ+ agents into the Service?

What did you say I was looking
for? Uh... "James Bondage."

You should leave. Now.

Sorry.

Protocol.

Tut, tut, tut.

Shouldn't have done that.

It appears the gunman
was a supporter of yours.

Appears?

He had your books.

A lot of people buy my
books. I'm a bestseller.

Including left wing journalists

who delight in taking my
quotes out of context.

He also had a photograph of the
two of you together on his fridge.

And his first target was
leafleting for the mayor.

I'm asking you to moderate your
rhetoric in line with the facts.

I don't believe a word of this.

This is just a bloody stitch-up.

Fuck off, I'm busy.

I want Marcus's gun.

The CCTV was down enough that the
vehicle could get away off-camera.

And what's Ho say?

You're gonna take his
opinion over mine?

No, I'm keen to canvass a variety of
opinions and then pass my own judgment.

He says the CCTV coverage
across the city is patchy,

and there's nothing suspicious, but
he's also gonna vote for Gimball.

What exactly do you
want me to do here?

If it was an attempted hit,
they're gonna try again.

The door could be kicked in again
at any moment. I want the gun.

It conveniently
disappeared, remember?

So I didn't have to
fill in 15 fucking forms

explaining why you let Coe execute a
prisoner over here by the radiator.

Right. But you still
have it though?

I can't remember
where I put it.

Can I have yours then?

Oh, yeah, why not?

It's the third drawer
down. Help yourself.

-You're kidding, aren't you?
-Yeah, of course I'm fucking kidding.

I haven't read all
the management shit,

but I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to
arm my staff just because they're bored.

I'm not bored.

Are you not?

That sounds like a criticism
of my leadership style.

When that mad French
bastard stormed this place,

we were fighting him off
with a fucking kettle.

What if we get attacked again?

The kettle got
replaced, didn't it?

Open or closed?

Fuck off.

-Devon.
-Trew hung out on an incel forum.

I'm reviewing it now.
I'll send you the links.

Tell you who else is
probably on that forum,

the guy in charge of the
crime scene, Fuckability Phil.

How's he still on the force?

He's spent more time in suspension
than he did on the beat.

-Makes me glad I left.
-Same.

Wait.

Hey.

Did anyone witness him
actually shooting himself?

Well, everyone was hiding
or running by then.

So, no.

He was the only nutter
with a gun. Case closed.

I decide when the
case is closed.

Look, if this is about
my previous behavior,

you should know I do now consider
myself to be something of a feminist.

Fuck me! Half his
head's missing!

-He didn't shoot himself.
-Well, sure looks like it!

He was shot from a
distance at an elevation.

Let's take a look up there.

It might not be terrorism, but it's
something more than mass murder.

He didn't kill himself.

He was executed.

My advice...

Same as to him.

Find something else to do.

For the sake of
my mental health.

This is so depressing.

Yeah. Well, can only
pick up now he's gone.

Come on, everyone,
the party's starting!

How long do I have to stay?

Oh, come on. You can't be
the first one to leave.

What if I go now then?

No, no, no, no. Look at what I've done.
Look at the spread. It's a banquet.

Someone get me a defibrillator
'cause this party is DOA.

-DOA is dead on arrival.
-Yeah, we get it. Fuck off.

Yeah. And you wouldn't need a
defibrillator if it was already dead.

So, what you should've said was,

"Someone get me a defibrillator because
this party's heart has stopped."

Why are you helping him?

I don't know. He's just...
He always needs help.

Oh, sorry. Does anyone
else want a tea?

No, I should've asked before, but I
assumed you'd want something stronger.

Tea party. Wild.

-Found them.
-Found what?

Spotter, the driver,
the whole unit.

What spotter?

Vehicle goes
around the corner,

newsagents has a camera pointing at
the door which covers the pavement.

The bit of... The
bit of the road here.

Look at his feet. Combat boots.

I'm wearing combat boots.

Well, your shoes
are pretty combat-y.

They're Red Wings. Look.

He gets into the same
vehicle that went for Ho.

How do you know it's
the same vehicle?

It's white.

But zoom in, there's two other
guys also wearing combat boots.

The guy who climbs in was
a spotter watching Ho.

Right. So?

So, it's a hit squad.

Because there's some
people in the back of a van

that may have driven at Roddy
that may be wearing combat boots.

Do you know what? Fuck this.

Pardon me for trying to
keep you people alive.

Are you trying to keep us alive, or are
you just trying to bring Marcus back?

Sorry. Sor...

I'm sorry. S-Sorry...

Sorry.

Bloody hell.

♪ I love a party with
a happy atmosphere ♪

Party's over, okay?

Um, here. This is for you.

Oh, thank you.

-Please come back soon.
-Thank you.

That suits me. I
got places to be.

Wankers Guild of
Britain having its AGM?

There's no such guild.

Pub?

No, thanks.

Fucking hell.

Um...

Um, listen, Shirley
might be onto something.

She has some boots on camera.

I can't believe you've
just said that out loud.

Protocol dictates

that upon receiving information
of a credible threat to an agent,

a report of same must immediately be
made to local station head of ops.

What's our local
station? Remind me.

Regent's Park. So, Service
standing rule number...

-whatever it is...
-Twenty-seven, in brackets, three.

It demands that a full report
of this morning's events

be made to Lady Di Taverner,

who would doubtless
copy Claude Whelan in.

Luckily, Service
standing rule number 27

Is superseded by London
rules, rule one which is...

-Cover your arse.
-Precisely.

So...

Because you don't want the
Park involved, we do nothing?

Well, I personally
don't plan to do much.

But I doubt our little
gang of never-runs

will pass up the chance to
mount their own private op.

Dandelion's already
asked me for a gun.

You didn't agree to it?

Well, no. But I was tempted.

Imagine her turning up at her
PTSD sessions armed and...

...and triggering all
the other fruit baskets.

So, you believe her, despite her
issues, and let her think you don't.

You're supposed to
be cutting those out.

They're killing you.

That's why I smoke them.

The doctor said you had to stop.
I'm not going till you put it out.

The shooter was Rob Trew.
28-year-old white male.

No criminal record.
Estranged from his family.

No social contacts to speak of.

Locals found him
distant and cold

but nothing to suggest he was
capable of multiple killings.

He opened fire with an L16S
assault rifle, killing 11 people.

Check his background again.

He must have contacts in the
underworld or ex-military

to be able to get his hands
on a weapon like that.

And money.

Someone gave it to him, ma'am.

-Gave it to him?
-He was active on The Unseen.

It's a website for
disaffected males.

He felt rejected by
women, ignored by society,

that his British identity
was being eroded.

Wanted the people around him
to feel the pain that he felt.

Now, this was stoked
by another user.

Their profile's been wiped,
no way of tracing them.

All we have are Trew's
side of the conversations.

Trew's last message
to him was at 21:05.

"Will pick up the package in the morning.
Tomorrow, I will be seen and heard."

So, you're saying he was primed for
murder and then handed a weapon?

Yes. Then that
person executed him.

Someone clever enough to murder
this man and... and disappear

would not be so sloppy
as to leave a cartridge.

I think they left it deliberately.
It felt placed. They're taunting us.

The name from the message
boards is Sniper762.

And he was killed by a
sniper with a 7.62 cartridge.

-What are you doing here?
-I thought you could use some backup.

I know what I saw. It was
definitely an attempted hit.

What's he doing?

Probably collecting Pokémon or
some other kind of dumb shit.

If you're offering to help
to keep an eye on him, okay.

But if it's help in terms of anything
else, go fuck yourself. I'm doing fine.

If you say so.

Trust me, the real sign that
something's wrong with me

is when I stop telling
people to go fuck themselves.

Look, I'm sure River
didn't mean what he said.

Oh, my God.

Ho's got a date...

with her.

I'm calling it. Escort.

That's rather uncharitable.

But probably true.

"I will miss the only sane person
in the office. Hurry back."

You're so cute.

Well, it's true.

The sanity bit, mainly. But,
yeah, the missing you as well.

Not sure I'm sane.

Yeah, you are. You just
need a break, that's all.

So do you.

What you said to
Shirley was not okay.

I know. I know.

I'll apologize when
she's calmed down.

I just can't be bothered with all
that bullshit at the moment. And...

she just reminds me of
how stuck we all are.

Yep.

That's why I'm moving on.

-Moving on?
-Mm-hmm.

Moving on where?

From Slough House,
from the Service.

I'm not coming back.

What do you mean?

Yes, you are.

-No. I'm not.
-Yes, you are. It's a six month break.

-I can't...
-What?

I can't deal with everything
that's happened, River.

-No, no, no.
-You know, losing Min,

watching your dad try to kill
you, and seeing you react to that

by trying to turn yourself into
some kind of super soldier.

-That's not what I'm doing.
-Yes, it is.

-It's not.
-Your masculinity

has been completely shot to
pieces by your dad attacking you.

What do you mean? What? I
caught him. I won that round.

Whoa. Listen to yourself.

This isn't a game.

You're a mess.

You're not allowing yourself to feel
things that you should be feeling.

And I wanna...

I just wanna, like...
...feel things again.

Do you know what I mean?

What the fuck was that?

D... Feeling things.

So, y-you thought I
wanted you to kiss me?

I thought you wanted
me to feel things.

No. No, no.

I was just telling you that I
couldn't cope with the loss.

Yeah. The loss of me.

-You're talking about losing me.
-Oh, my God.

How are you making
this about you?

-No, no. I'm not. I'm not making it...
-Oh, my God.

You're making it about me.

-What the hell is wrong with men?
-No, no, no, no.

So, a woman opens up about...
about their feelings,

and the first thing they think
is, "Now I can fuck her?" Wow.

Wait. No, no, no. No, that
is not what I'm thinking.

-That's not the... No, no, no.
-Felt like it. Mm-hmm.

I should be pissed off
with you, by the way.

What were you gonna do? J-Just sneak
off and leave with never telling me?

Dude, I'm telling you now.

And the reason I didn't
tell you and everyone else

is because I didn't
want to give Lamb

the satisfaction of me
quitting to his face.

I...

You... You...

If you can't think of anything to
say, you might as well answer that.

Fuck's sake.

-Catherine.
-Shirley's tailed Roddy

into this nightclub, the
one under the flyover.

I can't go in. I'd stand
out. And there's alcohol.

Okay. Those obstacles aside,
why would you wanna go in?

Because she's an
agent in the field.

Alone.

Catherine, Shirley
has PTSD, right?

-She's not... She's not being rational.
-No, we don't know that yet for sure.

And Roddy's with a woman.

-He's what?
-Look, she should have backup.

I don't think Shirley
wants to see me right now.

Fine.

Well, if there's any more
attempted murders, hits...

If there's any more bloodshed or
brains up walls, then it'll be on you.

I hope you can sleep at night.

Okay. Fine, fine, fine.

-I'll be there.
-Thank you.

Right. So, Roddy is in a
nightclub on a date with a woman.

So, I have to...

Okay. C-Can we try and do
this again, like, next week?

Same place. I'll
just be less weird.

No, I just need... I-I need to be around
normal people and have a normal life.

So, I should give
you some space.

Fine. I'll... I'll call
you in a few weeks.

No. I think it's a more...

"Don't call me, I'll
call you" sort of space.

All right. I'll, uh...

I'll see you when
I see you then.

Fucking hell.

Oh, fuck.

All right?

What are you doing here?

Catherine sent me.

-Sorry about before, by the way.
-Forget it.

So, you bailed on
Louisa's party?

She's not coming back.

Of course not.

Who leaves Slough House and
thinks, "More of that, please"?

Right. So, everyone else has
worked that out, have they?

Pretty much.

And if you're wondering how
your evening can get any worse,

if you look down there,

you'll see Ho dancing with a
woman way out of your league.

What?

Is that real?

No, someone's spiked
my drink, haven't they?

Actually, maybe she's
in it for the sex.

What?

I mean, Ho's really ripped.

If he wasn't such a prick,
he'd be a prime piece of meat.

-Sorry, you think Roddy's hot?
-Absolutely not.

I'd actually rather sleep with
Lamb, but in a club situation,

I can see why someone might
use him as a human sex toy.

I wonder if anyone's checked
me out since I got here.

Well, I very much doubt it.
You're profoundly asexual.

What the fuck?

Shit.

Shirley! What... What the
fuck are you playing at?

-Shir-Sh...
-You two, out!

Don't touch me!

Dickhead.

-No, no. Give me that.
-What the fuck?

What are you doing?
What was that?

I thought he had a knife.

A knife? He had a bottle!

Okay, I fucked up! You of all people
should be able to sympathize with that.

You jumped on a man
on a dance floor.

And now, what... what were you
gonna... were you gonna snort a line?

-I'm just gonna look at it.
-No, fuck off. Look at you!

Look at you! You're a mess.

Okay. When I feel like shit,

and I hate myself,
and I hate my life,

and I just wanna get
off my fucking face.

I take it out,
and I look at it.

And I think, "What would
Marcus tell me if he was here?"

Except he's not, is he?

'Cause your half brother
blew his fucking head off.

So, I-I put it back in my pocket 'cause
that's what Marcus would tell me to do.

And that's my way of pretending
he's still here, okay?

Fine.

Oh, fuck. That was easy.

You really fucking think you're
clever, don't you? Look at yourself.

Look at yourself. You
need serious help.

You're the one who needs
a mental health break.

Oh, my God. That's so
righteous of you. Fuck off!

Mmm, yeah. Fuck you!

Snort yourself
blind. See if I care!

And you lot enjoy your shit
music in your shit club!

Hey! What are you doing?

So, is tonight the night...

♪ When two become one? ♪

-You know I really want to, huh?
-Yeah.

But I have to be up really early, and...
and I want it to be special, not rushed.

It will be.

When I make love, it's... it's
like time is running backwards.

I love that you're
happy to wait.

It's so powerful.

Bye.

34 Priory Place.

And drive carefully, yeah?

You got precious cargo.