All language subtitles for Slow.Horses.S05E01.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

Hi. Vote for Mayor Jaffrey.

Can I give you a poster for the window?

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 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.

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,
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 Lennard Street robbery.

Oh, yes. Shall we?

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…

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 actually going to relay
that information personally.

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

Is that a good idea?

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…

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'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 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.

- 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
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?
"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?

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.

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. Sorry…

Sorry.

Bloody hell.

I love a party with a happy atmosphere

Party's over, okay?

Here. This is for you.

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.

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.

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(3)

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

Same place. I'll just be less weird.

No, I just need… 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…

I'll see you when I see you then.

Fucking hell.

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 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.

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.