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Previously on "The Rook"...

"In this envelope,
you'll find two keys.

"The red key opens a box
with everything you need

"to return to my old life.

The blue key opens a box
with a new identity."

This is
the quadruplet hive mind,

the shared consciousness.

What happened between us...

I mean, I know you said
it was a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

What did you want from me?

Sell you at auction.

Lot number three, sold.

Here's the drop right now.

Grantchester knows.

About my memory?

No, I'm talking
about the bridge.

I don't know
why she protects you.

Like it's Bristol
all over again.

Ask them about Bristol.

You're still
in danger from yourself.

I need to know who I am.

Why have you got a cheese label
on your wall?

I like cheese.

Is this a tactic?

I don't know what you mean.

Having me sit here
and watch you read.

It's odd.

Apologies, your chart
only just arrived.

I had meant
to read it in advance.

I won't charge you
for the visit.

I'm sure
Her Majesty's Government

will have that covered.

It was a joke.

But yours was better.

I'm really not crazy
or depressed.

Or whatever else it was
she said about me.

She didn't say you were crazy
or depressed.

Well, then why am I here?

I see you've tried
multiple modalities.

Sound.

Startle response,
vasovagal stimulation.

None of it works,
and I don't know why

Linda thinks a psychiatrist
is going to help.

Emotional balance isn't
the Checquy's strong suit,

but at some level, they do
understand its importance

in the big picture.

Thing is, I can't do it
on command.

Ever.

It was a fluke.

A mistake.

Okay.

"Okay"?

I'm not here
to teach you tricks.

And honestly, I don't care

about your transdermal
neuro-whatever.

I'm a therapist.

This is your time.

Figure out
what you want from it.

I want to go home.

- So go.
- Oh, don't fuck with me.

Look, what's happened to you
is an incredible opportunity.

Glengrove House
has the potential

to change your life in ways

I'm sure you can't even begin
to dream of.

- Come on!

Are you kidding me?
God damn it!

Hey, have you broken down?

He's got a gun!

Shit.

Fuck!

- Morning.
- Sorry I'm late.

Uh, what'd I miss?

I took care of the rest,

but these are red band,
eyes only.

- Can I get you anything?
- I could murder a coffee.

Since when
do you drink caffeine?

Well, just been nonstop
since the bridge.

I'll be freebasing cocaine
by the end of the week.

Oh, I'm gonna need access
to the Glengrove House files.

Really? Why?

A lead on one of the dead Lugat.

Of course.
I'll contact Archives.

Let me know when they're ready.

Mm-hmm.

What was panic and chaos
earlier, seems to be dissipating

and a large police presence has
taken command of the scene.

A vehicle transporting an EVA

after auction was abandoned,

and the cargo went missing.

Police have arrested
two Russians near the van.

Monica's bringing them in
for questioning.

Why isn't this
on the panic lines?

I've redesignated it
for the time being.

And what's Monica got
to do with it?

Ask her.

Oh, and turn off the cameras
in interrogation.

Nobody needs to know
about this now.

Why the secrecy?

Why the questions?

If anyone should understand
compartmentalization,

Gestalt, it's you.

Question the Russians, find the EVA,

and call me when it's done.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Actually a little snowed under.
Can it wait?

I've been turning
something over in my head,

going around
and around all night,

and I just can't seem
to puzzle it out.

Why you?

"Why me," what?

In all their years
of trafficking EVAs,

the Lugat have never come after
a serving Checquy officer.

And then...

out of nowhere, they do it
three times in three days.

And not to kidnap a field agent
or an undercover operative...

They come for you.

Why do you think that is?

I can honestly say
I have no idea.

You never saw these assailants
before any of these attacks?

- Never.
- Never spoke to them alone?

- Met in private?
- No.

But you did speak to Peter...

alone.

Yesterday, in his cell.

After you disabled
all the security cameras.

I went down there to ask him

the same questions
that you have.

Turns out he just wanted
to insult me.

Nothing useful.

Nothing at all?

No, just more
antiestablishment ranting.

Myfanwy, if you're in
some kind of trouble

with the Lugat Syndicate,

I flatter myself
that I would be able to help.

All you would ever
have to do is ask.

Archives are ready.

Great, I am on my way.

We're not done here.

Look, I'm really sorry,
but I have to go.

Believe me,
there's nothing more to tell.

I'm just as bewildered
by all of this as you are.

Okay.

Ms. Thomas?

No food, no drink,

no moisture, no heat.

No relocation

or removal of any item

without the express permission
of myself

or a member
of the manuscript team.

Got it.

Here.

My team did extraordinary work

salvaging the records
after the fire.

Everything is arranged
alphabetically

by doctor's name.

Abraham, Bristol, Cutler,

et cetera, et cetera.

- Bristol?
- Yes.

The, uh, investigators
are all here.

Very user-friendly.

- Thank you.
- I'll leave you to it.

Fuck.

What are you looking for?

Hi.

Um, just doing some research.

What are you doing down here?

Looking for you.

I may have a problem.

Depends how we play it.

I have to file a report

on the Jeep I damaged yesterday.

While we were doing...

whatever it was we were doing.

Cut that out, or I'm gonna
have to kick you

in all four of your testicles.

Does it really take two of you

to come down here
and ask me a question?

The more bodies I have
around you,

the more it seems to dilute
the effect you have on me.

I have an effect on you?

It's not funny.

I crashed a fucking car.

That never happened before.

I can either lie
to the vehicle depot...

Or I could tell them the truth.

I was kissing you.

You know, I thought
I should ask first.

Do you...

want to come clean?

Or do we keep this...

unofficial?

What do you want?

I think if yesterday
was anything to go by...

You mess with my head.

Destroy my ability to...

compartmentalize.

And if I can't
compartmentalize...

I can't do my job.

That's a big risk.

Maybe we should take it slow.

Stay under the radar.

For now.

Bad habit.

We talked about this.

Let it lie.

And leave Andrew Bristol
to his creepy fucking birds.

Look, Ingrid,
I trust you to make

these decisions on my behalf.

Yes, that's fine.

Yes, thanks.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

I don't suppose
you guys have any vodka?

Not until you explain
where you found them.

And why you've been
hoarding intelligence.

Bad decision.

We could have helped you.

You fucks are so far behind,
it's not even funny.

Just a minute.

Holy shit.

Hi.

Hi.

It's been a long time.

Are you Dr. Andrew Bristol?

What?

You know me?
Um, we know each other?

Myfanwy, w-what's going on?

I don't know.
I was hoping you could help me.

Please help me.

Can I come up?

It's... it's pure
biographical memory loss.

No other
neurological impairment?

Don't think so.

And you've absolutely no idea
how this happened?

Well, I, uh... what I do know
is that I was involved

in some sort
of "Bristol Incident,"

which, naturally, I assumed
occurred in Bristol,

and that's pretty much
fucked me up.

But then I discovered
that I was a patient

at a vanishing mental hospital

that happened to have
a Dr. Andrew Bristol on staff.

So now I'm thinking
it-it's a person; it's you.

Why?

Because I've got glass birds
from this fucking shop

all over my flat.

Sorry, um...

I sound deranged.

About a week ago...

I received this.

I didn't open it, but...

I did recognize
your handwriting.

Seems like you knew
you'd end up here.

I'll be out back.

"Dear you,
if you're reading this,

"then you've opened a door
which is better left closed.

"Turn around right now.

"Walk away and never look back.

"Trust me.

Run."

What was in your letter?

That you are somehow connected

to why my memory was erased.

No, I don't...

I need you to tell me
everything that happened.

Every single thing.

Does anyone at the Checquy
know you're here?

Why would that matter?

Fuck.

Okay.

It's only fair.

Come with me.

Where the fuck are you going?

To find the missing EVA.

You go and eat caviar
with your new friends.

Yeah, no fucking way.

I'm the only one who know
what he-she-it is doing.

You wouldn't know anything
about this EVA

if it wasn't for me.

The EVA who you watched
being sold at an auction...

Yeah, that shit was crazy...

Then allowed to escape
in broad daylight

but can't describe.

Believe it or not, I was focused

on the guys with guns.

And at least I was there.

I tailed this van through this
horrible tangle of streets,

and whoever invented
roundabouts should be shot.

Suffice it to say,
I've been ahead of you
every step of the way.

You got ahead
because you were protecting

your dead Vulture boyfriend.

He was not a Vulture.

And technically,
the seller was Lugat.

So Marcus was Lugat.

No, he was spying on the Lugat.

Ah.

When you kidnap EVAs
and sell them

to the highest bidder,
that's not being a spy.

That's being a Vulture.

I'll find him first,
and you know it.

Wait.

Let's go.

How long was I your patient for?

About a year and a half.

You were having trouble
accessing your EVA,

and they thought
that talking to me

might help you sort that out.

What's all that?

Remnants of my past.

Why did you stop practicing?

Uh...

I guess I got sick of listening
to other people's problems
all day.

Isn't that the definition
of psychiatry?

Well, I somehow thought the work
would be more aspirational,

like I would be able to...

help people tap into
their best selves.

Naive notion, really.

What?

Nothing.

Found it.

Let's take it upstairs,
shall we?

My aunt died
and left me that shop.

My wife wanted me
to get rid of it,

I wanted to keep it,
so in the end, we compromised.

She got rid of me.

I took it all as a sign
that it was time for a change.

Have a seat.

Well, those are my notes on you.

Says here I was in quarantine.

Yeah, your presenting issue

was quite powerful.

You knocked out
both your parents

and a few paramedics.

They had no idea
what you were capable of.

What do you mean, knocked out?

- Did I...
- Kill them?

No, no, no, no, no.

But they'd never seen
anything like it.

So, um, Glengrove
was a hospital for EVAs?

Well, there was a medical wing,
but it was more than that.

It was an assessment
and training facility

for the Checquy.

You were their most
exciting find in years.

The target is male

with dark hair
and a yellow jacket.

Facial recognition's a dead end.

We're tracking him manually.

- You got a location?
- Not yet.

He's heading south
towards London Bridge.

Drive towards the river.

Analyze the footage
in the two-mile radius.

Apparently you have
a thing with birds.

Well, it's better than rats.

You ready?

Okay, go.

Told you.

Can't do it.

You can.

Hold it there.

Incredible.

You fucking rock star.

Look, I know
that looks, uh, weird,

but given that your EVA
had presented after a fall,

we thought it might
have been triggered

by physical pain.

Was it?

It was a theory,
but it didn't hold.

Pain wasn't the key.

So what worked?

In the end...

Nothing.

But I'm doing it in the video.

I mean nothing that stuck.

You couldn't reliably deploy.

That's... that's why
you're a bureaucrat.

What's with the cheese poster?

You hungry?

Sure.

Double espresso.

Thank you.

- Why do you do that?
- Do what?

Pretend to have
different tastes in coffee.

I mean, it's all you, right?
Why the pretense?

The illusion
of distinct personalities

puts other people at their ease.

Which allows me
to hide in plain sight.

Kinda creeps me out,
so, you know,

don't do it for my benefit.

Understood.

We got him.

Target may be armed.
Do not approach.

Bravo Seven from Sierra Five.

Bravo Seven from Sierra Five.
Target in sight.

Received, Sierra Five.
Bravo Seven en route.

Maintain eyes,
but do not approach.

Repeat, do not approach.

Negative, Bravo Seven.
I can apprehend.

Skinny little fucker.

Over.

Negative, Sierra Five.
Stand back.

I repeat, stand back!
Acknowledge, over.

Sierra Five, acknowledge, over.

Sierra Five.

Sierra Five!

Guys!

- Where's the target?
- Which way did he go?

Who are you?

It's none of your business,
fuckbag. Where is he?

Where am I right now?
Did you bring me here?

Fuck.

Oh.
Hello.

Your assistant said
you'd be back in a second.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

I went to Myfanwy's apartment
this morning.

Had a look around.

Y-you what?

She has a key
to a safe deposit box

in the Lugat Bank.

For fuck's sake, Conrad,
what are you doing?

I'm trying to get some answers.

By breaking into her flat?

You're not listening.

What is Myfanwy's business
with the Lugat?

Oh, God, stop jumping
to conclusions.

It's hardly jumping
to conclusions.

You've always been
her protector.

This wouldn't be the first time
you've covered for her.

Oh, Jesus, Conrad,
I'm not covering for anyone.

Out of respect
for our friendship,

our years of history
working together,

I am asking you
to be straight with me now.

Linda.

What the fuck is going on?

You can tell me.
I could help.

Despite our differences,

we're supposed to be
on the same side.

And we are.

You know that...

I do appreciate everything
that you're saying.

And I am grateful for you.

But I have honestly told you
everything that I know.

So I'm a bureaucrat.

Big deal.

Why is it that everyone wants
me to forget my past?

Andrew.

What is the Bristol Incident?

I need some fucking truth.

There was a fire.

But it was entirely my fault.

I should never
have been overseeing
your EVA development.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I'm trained to sit in a chair
and listen.

But Linda Farrier approached me
about working with you

in this other capacity,
and it seemed...

Fun.

It was reckless.

Why?
What happened?

I was pushing you...

too hard,

and you got sick of it;
we had a fight.

A big fight.

It triggered your EVA...

And it set off
a small explosion.

And the building
burnt to the ground.

It was an old building.

The sprinklers
didn't work properly.

Did any...

How many?

Does it matter?

Yes...

Yeah, it does,
'cause I came here

to find out who did this to me,
and all I found

is more evidence to suggest
that I hurt people.

I destroy things.

I have to take pills
to stop myself

from blowing things up.

Nobody blamed you, nobody.

But it affected you very deeply.

Life is a string of experiences,

and even if they're horrible,
they make you who you are.

Without that,
may as well have died.

But you didn't.

Myfanwy Thomas is sitting
right here across from me.

I know you.

This is you.

I'm surprised Farrier hasn't
sent her flying monkeys
after you yet.

I didn't tell her I was coming.

Well, she has a way
of knowing these things.

Be careful with her.

I will.

I am.

And thank you for today.

It's the first time
anyone's been willing

to tell me anything.

I'm glad you found me.

- You all right?
- Thanks.

Um, bye.

That letter that I sent here
told me to run from you,

and I didn't understand it.

I do now.

Good afternoon, sir.

Afternoon.

I'd like to access
my safe deposit box, please.

Certainly, sir.

I'll just need
some identification

whilst you sign the...

Excuse me.

Whilst you sign the log.

I... I'm, sorry, I...
I think I may...

We had a deal.

Even trade.

You get Myfanwy, I get Nazim.

You failed to deliver your end.

Call him.

He's out there somewhere

wiping the memories
of anyone he crosses.

Don't order me around.

I don't work for you.

You are in my custody.

So call him.

He wouldn't meet with you.

He doesn't trust you.

Smart boy.

I am giving you one more chance

to execute
our original agreement.

Call him now.

How about you let me go?

Right now.

I'll find him for you
and bring him to you.

And then you give me
what I was promised.

Otherwise I'm not doing shit.

I got married far too young.

We were growing apart before
you ever walked in my office.

But you were still married
when we had our fling.

It was more than a fling.

Did you ever think
about leaving her?

You were my patient.

It was wrong.

That's what we were
fighting about...

- that night.
- The night of the fire?

I tried to break up with you.

I will never forget
the look on your face...

The anger,

hurt.

It caused people
on the other side
of the wall to collapse.

You'd never done anything
like that before.

It was an experiment
that got out of hand.

What do you mean, an experiment?

Linda noticed that...

your abilities seemed enhanced
when I was around.

Classic transference.
A crush.

Normally harmless,
easily dealt with.

But in your case,

the emotions were doing
something powerful for you.

So on her directive...

I went along with it.

Linda knew about us?

She did.

It was a conscious,
therapeutic approach...

Conscious?
Are you fucking kidding?

But it turned real.

Linda had me cut myself
with razor blades

and fuck my doctor
to maximize my potential
as an asset?

But it didn't work.

Pain released endorphins
had actually dampened
your abilities.

The cutting came later.
It was your idea.

To suppress emotion.

And your EVA.

After the fire,
you stopped trying.

You swore you would
never do it again.

I'm sorry to disappoint
you sick fucks.

- I'll let myself out.
- Myfanwy!

Myfanwy!

Can I help you?

- Sorry to disturb you.
- It's fine.

My name is Nazim al-Rifai.

Do I know you?

No.

But I... I know you.

I am the one
who wiped your memory.