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Previously on "The Rook"...

This is your time.

Figure out
what you want from it.

We talked about this.
Leave Andrew Bristol
to his creepy fucking birds.

Linda knew about us?
She did.

Linda had me fuck my doctor

to maximize my potential
as an asset.

She has a key
to a safe deposit box

in the Lugat bank.

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

Then you give me what I was promised.

I've been ahead of you every step of the way.

Because you're protecting your
dead vulture boyfriend.

He was not a vulture.

and sell them
to the highest bidder...

That's being a vulture.

I asked to meet
with your employer.

Lorik Pernaska is a busy man.

Can I help you?

I'm the one who wiped
your memory.

You got a rare talent, kid.

You should get paid for it.

You speak English?

Don't worry, Nazim.
I'm here to help.

Yeah, I know your name.

And I know you speak English,
which means you understand

every word I'm saying.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You work for charity?

Not exactly.

I find people.

Now, I've got a client
who wants to give you

a one-way ticket
to England...

no jumping on trucks,
no crowded boats.

What do you say?

So who was the client?

The person who brought you
to England.

A woman.
Kind, like you.

She tell me her name
is Bronwyn.

Bronwyn?

Yes.

She tell me she work
for British government,

that I will go to special
school for people like me.

But...

first I must...

help them.

She showed me picture.

My picture?

They tell me it is good thing
they are doing...

that--that you will be happy.

It's not your fault.

I'm not going to hurt you.

You're freezing.

Find him.
Bring him to me.

I'll keep my end of the deal.

You have 24 hours.

Do you think it helps to put
a fucking clock on it?

I just want you to be
a bit more focused this time.

I am not giving you
another chance.

I will find him as fast
as I can.

I must say, you look a lot
better in that than I do.

Is this your phone?

She gave it to me.

Bronwyn.

For case of emergency.

But when I text her yesterday,

she tell me to meet her west
of Tower Bridge.

But when I go,
a different woman waiting.

A different woman?

Come.

Do you recognize any
of these people as Bronwyn

or the woman you saw yesterday?

This one.

She was waiting.

I think to take me away.

Right, okay, um,
you stay here.

And, uh, don't worry.
You're safe.

No one can come in.
Just don't open the door.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna get answers
for the both of us.

We're gonna help
each other, okay?

Shrewd maneuver.

You're letting me win.

What?

No, I'd never do such a thing.

Hello, Myfanwy.

Lorik Pernaska.

Yes?

It's 10:00.
Ready?

Hello.

Morning, Ingrid.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Um, this phone...

Mm-hmm.

I'd love it if you could find
out who it's registered to--

name and address
on the account.

Of course.
I'll send it down to D & E.

Have you got the number?

Uh, yes.
I called myself.

Confidentially, I assume.

You assume correct.

I always do.

If you could sign this...

And the other one.

Fair warning--
the questions are personal,

but I assure you, our sole
interest is in protecting you

from any threat of blackmail
or extortion,

be it external pressure
or from each other.

So it really is--

Can we just get on with it?

Of course.

Could I start by asking how
long these sexual encounters

have been taking place?

- Over 18 years.
- 11 months.

We, um--
We have a history.

Uh, but we reconnected
approximately a year ago

after dinner at The Ledbury--

11 months.

Have you ever taken
recreational drugs

as part of your
sexual activities?

Have you ever used departmental
property, vehicles, or offices

for your sexual encounters?

- No.
- Yes.

The--the BMW isn't yours?

Have you ever performed
or received oral sex?

Anal sex
or oral-to-anal stimulation?

- No.
- Nope.

Have you ever urinated
on your partner--

Oh, come,
for fuck's sake.

Why would anyone want to--

No!

Any history of BDSM?

I think this meeting is over.

One last question...

In line with policy,
you have a choice.

Do you plan to disclose
the relationship or to end it?

- Disclose it.
- End it.

So that's--that's it?
Throw it away?

Not here.
Not now.

Yes, yes, here.
Yes, now.

No.

Look, we both knew one day
that this could happen.

If you're not ready to make
a choice about your marriage,

then so be it.

But that's no reason
to throw it all away.

- Yes, it is.
- It isn't.

- It--

Things have changed.

The PM is a wounded
animal right now.

When someone puts him
out of his misery...

This could be my time.

Well, forgive me for standing
in your way.

Oh, as if your own aspirations
are irrelevant.

Lately this relationship seems
awfully convenient for you,

don't you think?

I resent that implication.

I've shown you nothing
but patience.

I've been waiting for you.

I never asked you to wait.

Waiting for years,

just hoping you'd find it
in your heart to give me
ten minutes

between breakfast
and your next bad idea.

Wow.

Jennifer, I d--I didn't--

You're right, I've ha--
I've had some bad ideas,

and this was one of them.

And until this
is safely behind us,

we shouldn't be seen together,
even casually.

And don't even think
about coming

to Jonjo's dinner tonight.

This is a mistake.

Sorry to interrupt.
Do you have a moment?

I don't suppose
I have a choice.

How did it go yesterday
with Andrew Bristol?

You know what?
I'm not even gonna ask
how you know.

But I will say
that it was enlightening.

Of course I'd have preferred
you not to reopen that mess,

but it's not up to me.

No. It's not.

Do you want to talk
about what happened?

About how you pimped me out
for my training?

Is that what he told you?

Yeah, he said it was
a therapeutic experiment.

Your therapeutic experiment.

That is absurd.

You started that
all on your own.

I mean, Andrew was clearly
infatuated with you,

but he was married--
but I told him to end it.

Bullshit.

I did.

It was wrong, and I knew it.

But...

then you seemed so happy,

that I decided I didn't want
to take that away from you.

What was I to do
to stop you?

Not encourage it.

Oh, since when did that sort
of thing need the encouragement

of a third party?

Did he--did he tell you
about the fire?

That's when things went wrong.

You were plagued with guilt
and self-blame.

You withdrew from the world,
from all of us.

I'll never forgive
him for that... or myself.

So, when that chapter
of your life was erased,

I saw an opportunity
for a fresh start.

That's all.

A meeting is convening
in your office.

What meeting?

"Utilize assets to protect
and serve the interest

of the country."

Instead,
all of your time is taken up

in what amounts
to an arms race.

And even that goes to shit.

What's going on here?

There's another target
roving around loose,

attracting everyone's
attention but ours.

On the contrary, we're well aware.

Gestalt, will you summarize,
please?

Oh, j-just the one of you.

We don't need the whole
song and dance.

We received intelligence,
somewhat belatedly,

of an illegal auction
two days ago.

EVAs were represented
as works of art

embedded within
a legitimate auction.

- Some buyers were aware.
- Not buyers.

Sick, twisted collectors.
I was there.

I tailed the target
for nine hours in captivity--

To central London where he
escaped from his transport van.

Then the target wiped out a cop
at the farmers market.

Thank you, Monica, for your intervention.

That was very helpful.
But back to the target.

Uh, subject is male,
approximately 16--

North African
or Middle Eastern heritage.

We were close,
but, unfortunately,

his location
is currently unknown.

I am beginning
to understand why Ms. Reed

might think it necessary
to work on her own.

Oh, by the way, fantastic dress
for a field mission.

When you consider the lack
of protocol on our end...

what could possibly be
the explanation?

Anybody?

Gestalt fully responded
to orders.

It was a judgment call
on my part to send them alone.

Okay.

Give us the room, please.

Gestalt,
Ops team drops everything.

Nobody sleeps
till this boy is found.

Myfanwy, give them
everything they need--
blank check on this one.

He should be handed over
to my agency

the minute
that he's capture.

Monica, as always,
we are very grateful
for your assistance,

but our soil, our asset.

Really, Conrad?

So you can chew him up
in your freak factory

and spit him out
on your Island of Misfit Toys?

Okay, you know what?
He's better off on the run.

Myfanwy, was there
something else?

No.

If the gunmen are Russian,
I'll link them

to the poisoned diplomat
in Hampstead last month.

They'll be deported before
anyone can ask any questions.

Conrad?

Yes, uh, sorry.
I am listening.

Soviet nerve agent,
perfect cover.

Thank you.

- Danielle?
- Yeah?

What are you doing tonight?

Well, working.
Why?

I have a dinner
in Notting Hill.

Old Oxford set--

a political fund-raiser
masquerading as a party.

It'll be, uh,
shepherd's pie and champagne

with a side order
of public-school asshole.

What do you say?

Well, those are
all my favorite things.

So how can I refuse?

From what I hear, you weren't
even in the bloody building,

never mind supervising.

You sabotaged the panic lines.

It's as if you stopped
weighing out the risks

and don't give a fuck
about the reward.

I stand by my decision.

You know, perhaps I'm not
the only reason

you're feeling
frustrated today.

Honestly?

You did me a favor.

I could hardly promote Conrad
while I was fucking him.

But now that you've
forced us to--

I don't care
about your private life.

Truly, I don't.

The security of this agency
is what matters.

Exactly, and now that you
have forced us

to end our relationship...

I'm free to make some long
overdue changes around here.

You're suspended
until further notice.

Hey.

So that target--
when you found him,

he was roaming
the market alone?

Even an ordinary boy
can be an elusive target.

Why do you ask?

Just keeping up,
that's all.

- You're buzzing.

Is that a burner phone?

Yeah, doubling in, uh,
drug dealing.

Client phone.

The number's registered
to a Mr. John Comstock.

What's this?

A list Monica gave me a couple of days ago.

Aliases used by Marcus Kevler.

So the phone belongs
to Marcus?

That's right,
but it gets stranger.

I ran a second check for all
incoming calls to that phone,

and they're all
from another phone

also registered
to John Comstock.

Where's Monica?

Whenever you're ready, ma'am.

Hi.

Jesus.

You scared me.

You don't look scared.
You look pissed off.

Perceptive.

You people are insane,
all of you.

I, um, overheard what you said
to Grantchester,

and I agree.

He should give
you more respect.

He thinks he can keep pushing me
to the outside.

Like I don't know what's
really going on here.

What's really going on?

I don't understand.

Linda and Conrad obviously
know a lot more

about this investigation
than they're telling anyone.

At least more than
they're telling me.

You think
they're hiding something.

I think you all are.

So what's the big secret,
Myfanwy?

How do I know I can trust you?

Why wouldn't you?

You know why I'm here,
and you know what I want.

The question is,
why would I trust you?

Because what
I'm about to tell you

will give you the ammunition
to have me fired...

if not arrested.

And I'm gonna tell you anyway.

I have the boy.

His name is Nazim.

You're harboring the target?

He's in my apartment right now
scared out of his mind,

and he said he knew Marcus.

He did.

I just don't know how.

So help me connect the dots

and get him out to safety.

Off the radar.

Why me?

Why not your own agency?

It's like you said.

They're hardly
being transparent.

And you have nothing to lose.

Do we have a deal?

It's just me.
Hi.

Um, there's someone outside
that wants to talk to you.

Don't worry.
You can trust her.

She wants to help.

Just, um, tell her everything...

Except the bits about me.

Got it?

Okay.

That's him--John, the one
who found me in camp.

His name's not John.

It's Marcus.

And you think he wanted
to sell me?

No fucking way.

Um, this phone is register
to a John Comstock.

But a text that came in
yesterday connects back

to Linda Farrier.

What?

That doesn't make any sense.

I've been
following Marcus for months,

and nothing connects
to Farrier.

Teddy Gestalt here to see you.

I'll get rid of him.

Where are we going?
I want to talk.

Go ahead. Talk away.

Can I not come up?

Can we walk?

It's just--
I've been sitting all day.

Do you remember
back in Glengrove

when we hid
in the kitchen after curfew?

That was a long time ago.

Come on.

How often did you break curfew?

We barricaded the door
with milk crates, remember?

One of you,
two of me, and...

some other kid I forget.

You hadn't gotten
the concept of me yet.

Still thought we
was all siblings,

not all--me.

Yeah, well, it takes a while
to get the hang of you.

Do you remember
how I convinced you?

You touched Eliza...

and asked if I could feel it.

It was your idea.

Yeah, sorry, I-I-I don't.

There's a lot from that time
that I've had to block out.

Peter Van Syoc didn't kill
those people at the bridge...

or the bank.

I fought him toe-to-toe,
and he--

well, he didn't even show
a trace of that kind of power.

But you know who does?

Then you're attacked
by the Lugat.

Massive breach of code.

And while we're cleaning up
that mess,

you fuck off to Bristol,
of all people.

How long have you
been following me?

This week has been chaos...

full-blown hell.

And it all leads back to you.

You know you make me dizzy.

You've always known.

But you never come
near me like that

till this week.

You need to stop fucking lying

and tell me what kind
of shit you're in.

Otherwise, what am I supposed
to think, hmm?

Except that you fucked me...

to fuck with me...

to get me
out of the fucking way.

Yeah.

That's all I need to know.

Teddy.

Fuck.

Nazim.

If you want to see Nazim,
come to Greenwich Park,
8:00 a.m. tomorrow--

Jubilee Avenue entrance,
blue bench, and don't be late.

He'd spent 6,000 pounds in legal fees

to fight a 50-pound fine, but still he wants to appeal

to the high court.

When I politely suggested that
it might be a waste of money,

he said,
"Do you know what, Colin?

You're right.
I'll quit while I'm ahead."

Darling?
Are you all right?

It's been
a difficult week, but...

it'll be better tomorrow.

Ian, so you must come.

Remind me, are we groveling for money or favors?

It's just
a mundane obligation.

So we're the ones
dispensing the favors?

- Funny, that's
exactly how it feels.

Yep, you're right.

Screw the rounds.
Let's go for a French exit.

Mm.

Oh, shit.

- You all right, darling?
- Yep, I'm fine.

This is certainly,
um, low-key.

Mm, humble is
the new ostentatious.

- And over there is our host--

Special Advisor
to the Chancellor...

Ingratiating himself
with the chairman of KCB.

So what do all these people
think you do?

A few assume some clandestine
level of service.

Mm-hmm.

- But know better than to ask.
- Mm-hmm.

And the others have
no bloody idea.

So they don't know if I'm here
as your colleague

or as your date?

Let them guess.

Well, if you're with Conrad,
it must be both.

That's fine by me.
I have nothing to hide.

Spoken like a trustworthy agent
of the Secret Service.

Home Secretary,
good to see you.

Trevor Birch,
Danielle Wulff.

- Pleased to meet you.
- You too.

I greatly admire your wife.

Have since I was a child.

Would you excuse us a minute?

I would have thought one visit

from the vetting office
would be enough for the day.

The invitation said plus-one.
Danielle agreed to join me.

I'm sure she has
her own agenda.

Fine.
So do I.

Now, contrary to what
you might believe,

I am not here for you.

- Lorik Pernaska.
- Mm-hmm.

A back alley would have been
a more suitable place to meet.

No one knows that but you.

All anyone else here thinks
is that he's

the third-largest donor
to the party.

Best to meet him here
on his own territory.

♪ With your feet on the air
and your head on the ground ♪

♪ Try this trick and spin it ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Your head will collapse,
but there's nothing in it ♪

♪ And you'll ask yourself ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Way out in the water ♪

♪ See it swimming ♪

♪ I was swimming
in the Caribbean ♪

♪ Animals were hiding
behind the rock ♪

♪ Except the little fish,
but they told me he swears ♪

♪ Trying to talk to
me koi koy ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Way out in the water ♪

♪ See it swimming ♪

You take the sofa. I'm gonna
sleep in the panic room.

Kind of used to it.

Just want to make sure, you--you
really want to open this bottle?

It's, uh--it's really special.

Yeah, actually,
I don't remember why I got it.

Unwanted gift probably.

Unwanted gift, huh?

You and I have very different
takes on gifts.

Thanks.

It's actually pretty nice.

Mm.

So how do you know
so much about whiskey?

My dad.

Are you close?

Was, yeah.

He was a scotch snob.

Mom was a high-functioning
alcoholic.

They made a great match.

Marcus used to say I took
after both of them.

And how did you guys meet?

I was chasing a target
for months

all the way up
the East Coast.

They were hiding out
in the woods in Toronto.

And, um, well, Kevler had
high-acuity perception.

So we brought him in
to track her.

We staked her out every night
together for two weeks.

And, uh...

Well...

When we finally
apprehended the target,

I started feeling
really fucking sad

that I would never see
Marcus again.

But you did.

Yeah.

He transferred to my division.

23 mostly happy months.

Then he took this mission
in Azerbaijan.

It was just a simple detect
and disrupt.

He went dark
halfway through. Um...

But the BVA looked for him.

Well, yeah, at first.

You know, at first, he was AWOL.
Then he was missing.

Then he was missing,
presumed captured,

then he was missing,
presumed dead.

What, and then the agency
just stopped?

Pretty much, yeah.

You know, I was tracking
the activity of his aliases,

and I got a hit in Paris.

And all of a sudden,
he shows up here...

dead.

He could have just reached out,
you know?

I'm sure he had a good reason.

Yeah?
What was it, then?

Sorry, that's just...

something people say.

English people--we don't
really make conversation.

We just recycle a handful
of polite phrases.

Well, what about you?

You live here alone or...?

No guy or girl or Gestalt?

I've noticed the way
you guys look at each other.

You're always giving each other
the, uh--the eight eyes.

So how'd that start?

And which one did it start with?
Was it Eliza?

You know, I-I don't remember.

Gestalt's always
just been there.

We should probably get to bed.

Big day tomorrow.

Do you need anything else?

I'm good.
Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

To your ability to maintain
a civil facade.

It's an impressive contrast
to the way you do business.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

You want the Lugat to be
welcome in political circles,

and yet you refuse to adhere
to our diplomatic code.

Apologies.

No one sent me a copy.

Well, let me tell you
what it is.

It's really very simple.

Keep your hands off my rook.

You're the one
who called me today.

Yes.

We didn't step
into Rook Thomas's world,

I assure you.

She stepped into ours.

How so?

You know, I'm more than willing
to help assist safe travel

out of the country

for a valuable asset
in trouble.

Myfanwy smuggled someone out?

Not someone.
Herself.

Said she needed an emergency exit in place.

A one-way ticket, prepaid.

If she paid you
to smuggle her out,

why is she still here?

You know women.

They take so long to get ready.

Or maybe
she just changed her mind.

Either way,
I still have her deposit.

Kindly remember I told you all
this asking nothing in return.

Consider it a gesture
of good faith.

Next time,
prepare to make a trade.

I'm always willing to bargain
with the King.

I think you're confusing me
with Linda.

And yet here we are.

It's 8:05.
She's late.

Mm.

Whoever it is, she'll be here.

I always have trouble
fitting these things properly.

He did it to you, didn't he?
Nazim.

He wiped your memory?

Okay, don't lie to me now,
all right?

I just started liking you.

So how much did he take?

Weeks? Months?

Years?

All of it.

What gave me away?

You're always,
you know, quiet.

Reading the room. Unspoken signals.

And you're just making shit up
on the fly all the time.

I mean,
don't get me wrong here.

You're good, but...

once the kid showed up,
I put it together.

But right now,
stay in the car, okay?

No, I'm coming with you.

Engage the safety, pop the mag,
and check the chamber.

Show me you can do that,
and you can come.

Okay.
Stay in the car.

Gestalt, what is it?

I followed Myfanwy.
She's found the target.

The boy?
Where is he?

With her.

She's been hiding him
in her apartment.

Now she's with the American
waiting for someone.

All right, wait there.

And when their contact arrives,
bring them all in.

Nazim!

Nazim.

I-I thought you'd left me.
Left the city.

Not without you!

Come on, you've got
a passport. It's all arranged.

- Where are we going?
- Aberdeen first.

And then from there,
wherever it's safe.

Just hold it right there.

She just wants to talk to you.

What do you want?

Do you know this man?

Yeah.

I do.

I did.

How do you know him?

He's a friend.

What kind of friend?

Why is it any
of your business?

- You really
should lock your doors.
- What are you doing here?

I'd ask you the same question,
but I'll wait for the
interrogation.

- Drive.
- Look, Gestalt, please I can
explain.

- Just wait for Monica and--
- I'll take care of Monica.

- Start the car.
- No!

Come on, let's go.

This woman does not care
about you.

The hell I don't.

I don't think you realize
what you're up against.

I know exactly
what I'm up against, Monica.

You and your agencies
kidnapping kids,

forcing them into servitude.

How do you know my name?

I know all about you.

Marcus told me everything.

You're fucking lying.

He died trying to take
my sister back from you people.

Your sister?

Myfanwy is my sister.

Run.

Run. Run!

Myfanwy!

Wait.
Please, wait!

Myfanwy, no!