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Does this smell off to you? Can't tell.

It shouldn't be.

Why didn't you tell me?

I tried calling first.

There was no answer, and then there was no reception.

There's no reception?

For three years?

What do you mean?

Why didn't you tell me that you were alive, Sid?

Why didn't I tell you I was alive?

Yeah.

Is this just an excuse for you not visiting me for three years?

I saw you, Sid.

In the hospital.

After it. I saw you.

And you were...

- You were dead. - I'm not dead, or...

- Yes, I fucking know that now. - Who said this?

The Park. You know that I've thought that it was my fault?

This whole time.

So, I got shot in the head, but you're the one that's traumatized?

- That's not what I'm saying. - But it sounds like what you're saying.

- No, that's not... Sid... - That'd be really fucked up.

Me getting my brain scrambled,

and you trying to tell me that I gave you PTSD.

- It's not what I'm saying. - What are you saying then?

That it was horrible.

Really fucking horrible.

- For you, obviously. - Yeah.

But you wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me.

River, I was there following you for Taverner.

- If you really wanna wallow... - I'm not wallowing.

All right. Good. Because it wasn't your fault, so just drop it.

So, you're alive? You're just alive?

Nice to see you too. Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah.

Who the fuck is Frank?

- What? - The screaming and the crowbar.

He's actually...

It doesn't matter.

So, what are you doing here then?

Are you expecting someone?

Do you recognize the car?

No. But it could be my dad.

'Cause there is a chance he's trying to kill me.

That's who Frank is.

That's not your dad.

They're here to kill me.

Hello?

Is anyone home?

We're lost!

Need some directions.

Come on.

Jesus Christ! Be quiet.

Sorry. All right. You gonna tell me who they are?

- I don't know who they are. - These cows.

- What do you mean you don't know? - I don't know who they are, River.

How do you know they're trying to kill you then?

Great.

- What? - Shit on my suit.

Why are you dressed like a Mormon anyway?

- Because I was at a funeral, all right? - Whose?

It doesn't matter who. What matters is who...

- No, it does. Who? - Shit. Fuck.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

- I'm not going in there. - Why?

- Look at the size of them. - River, grow up!

Surrounded by losers.

Misfits and boozers.

Hanging by your fingernails.

You made one mistake You got burned at the stake.

You're finished, you're foolish You failed.

There's always a hope On this slippery slope.

Somewhere a ghost of a chance.

To get back in that game.

And burn off your shame.

And dance with the big boys again.

As I was saying, regulatory compliance.

Then on to industry standard numbers. Well below budget.

Blah, blah, blah. And on to next year's changes.

Now, the big changes this year

will be to our client data-breach incident response plan.

Traditionally, this has been the area

that's required the most amount of fieldwork.

Is this where we're talking about Serbia and Deutsche Bank?

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

Okay, good. Yeah. Moving on.

Obviously, those of you who are involved

can attest to just how many man-hours it took to lock that down

and make good the damage.

No one wants to be going back there.

But R and D is very excited about the prospect of predictive AI,

to step in and clear out this kind of messy business.

- And thus, I'd like to focus... - Hi. MI5.

We're here to see Louisa Guy.

- Yeah, hello. - Need to come with us.

Sorry, who are you?

Wow.

- You need to come with us. - I'm at work.

- I'm in a meeting? - Has she done something?

No, that's quite the opposite.

I'm afraid your Uncle Blake has met with a serious accident.

It's a grave situation.

Okay. I have to be here.

Please, Louisa. Family's family. The data-breach plan can wait.

No, really. It's fine.

- No, really, it isn't. - I'm sure I'm not actually needed.

No, I'm afraid you are.

Uncle Blake and I haven't been in touch for months.

In fact, we're estranged.

Well, the people who killed him don't fucking know that.

I really think you should go.

Yeah, I'm so sorry about this. I'll...

You should've just called me. It would've been way easier.

I'll email you. Sorry.

You look fucking great, by the way.

Thank you.

Okay.

Regulatory compliance.

- What the hell was that? - Told you she'd be fuming.

It wasn't our finest hour, I admit.

Why's it called "Blake's grave"?

It seems someone is killing Slow Horses.

They've already killed Struan Loy and Kay White.

Yeah, we need to get to a safe house. They burned Struan to death.

In a shipping container that he was living in.

Jesus Christ.

What was he doing living in a shipping container?

- Is that yours? - Yeah. You're in the back.

We need to head north and then east.

Just give me the postcode.

Well, I've got a map.

And I've got satellite navigation.

Fuck is this?

Why Struan and Kay? They both left years ago.

Well, there's a list with all our names.

Is it religious?

My God. It's a key ring from Bali. Stop touching my stuff.

And anyone who's ever worked at Slough House is being targeted.

Fucking hell. New car, trips to Bali. Someone's gone up in the world.

- It's a company car. - Oh, my God!

- What? - Moira. She worked at Slough House.

Maybe her name's on the list.

As if this day wasn't shit enough already.

Yeah, but he's not as gay as he says he is

'cause when I came in, the sleazy bastard had his hand up her skirt.

No.

The green velvet one she got from Marksies.

Yeah.

All right, listen, I've got incoming. I'll call you back. Yeah, call you back.

- How can I help? - Yeah. I'm here for Reece Nesmith.

Well, I'm gonna need more than that.

How about his father's been murdered and Reece might be next?

You're shitting me. I thought you were gonna tell me

he'd been shoplifting again.

I'm taking him into protective custody.

Not without advanced notice, you're not.

You catch the bit about his life's in danger?

Well, you're supposed to call ahead, love.

Well, apparently there was some bint on the phone blocking the line.

No one called.

And without prior warning, there's no way I'm releasing...

Well, check his file.

You wanna play my jobsworth, check his file.

He's up there on the left.

Walk up the stairs.

You don't say.

He's not there!

Fucking hell.

Going somewhere?

- Ma'am, there's... - No, not now.

Diana.

You don't have an invitation to be here. So, if you don't mind.

Would you rather we discussed this in the lobby?

Well, since I don't know what "this" is...

This? This, Diana?

This is your decision to go on television... on national television,

and lay us open to a level of scrutiny that does not serve us well.

I see.

So, the Park absolutely must embrace

the twin gods of transparency and accountability.

A phrase I believe I have read in several of your emails except...

when that actually involves transparency and accountability.

Is that what you think you were doing? Improving our public image?

Isn't that what you and your mandarins have been badgering me to do

ever since I took office?

Well, not by going on television.

The service comes out looking like a petri dish of intrigue.

All secrets and cover-ups. And retaliation? What was that about?

In retrospect, perhaps it was naive of me to put myself in that position.

So there's no truth to it?

For God's sake, Oliver.

It's a tabloid trick as old as the hills.

You ask a question about a rumor you just invented,

and whatever the interviewee says, it gives the rumor credence.

This isn't over, I'm afraid. There are going to be consequences.

Yes. And one of them is that you are in my office way past my bedtime.

And yours.

Good night.

- Cows are really expensive. - But he's got a hundred of them.

- Cows are, like, three grand. - Three grand?

- Three grand. - A cow is not three grand.

- Yes, it is. Google it. - I can't. I don't have a phone.

- I can't believe you left your phone. - Well, you dropped yours.

I didn't drop it. It fell out of my pocket when we were running for our lives.

- Why is someone trying to kill you, Sid? - Don't know.

- What is that? - It's nothing.

- Sid, your hand's shaking. - Yeah, I know. It's just gunfire.

It'll go. It'll pass.

Does it happen a lot?

I don't know. I've not been shot at recently.

Though Bonfire Night wasn't much fun.

- Fuck. - Fuck.

That way.

Go, go, go!

Did you see who was with him?

No Russian.

Are we still playing those games?

Playtime's over now.

This is a waste of time.

Well, maybe she's a heavy sleeper.

Moira!

Is River meeting us at the safe house?

Yeah, unless his dad gets him first. He gate-crashed the funeral.

- Moira! - What funeral?

His granddad's.

Yes, it was today. I don't always dress like this.

Moira!

Gas. I can smell gas.

What?

Fuck.

- Oh, my God. - Moira?

- Moira. - Moira.

- She's breathing. - Let's find the gas.

- Moira. Moira! Come on! - Moira.

- Moira, come on. Come on, wake up. - Moira.

Let's get her out. Let's get her out.

Okay, come on. Get up.

- One, two, three. - Yep.

There we go. Come on.

What happened?

They said there was a gas leak.

I think they sprayed something in my face.

How are you feeling now?

Okay. Okay. No.

Oh, my God.

I was so stupid to let them in.

- Right, let's get out of here. - Moira, take this.

We've got to take you with us to a safe house.

So, you have to stand up. That's it.

Keep the windows open.

Are you seriously worried about your car right now?

For air, Shirley. For air.

Ma'am, this came for you.

It's from Damien Cantor. It's been thoroughly checked.

Ma'am, have you got a moment?

Are you all right?

What do you mean?

Well, you just did a television interview without tabling it in the diary,

without informing the Second Desks, without informing your head of security.

It's very out of character.

Are you questioning my mental capacity?

If someone is threatening you or a family member...

If you are being coerced in some way, then...

Enough!

No, that's enough. That's enough.

You telling Lamb about Struan Loy was outrageous. But this?

How dare you appoint yourself arbiter of my decisions?

Loy was a member of Lamb's team. It's protocol to tell him.

I am protocol.

No. Actually, all this is doing is accelerating my decision.

Something I should've done a long time ago.

I have been doing a reappraisal of your performance.

My last appraisal scored me as way above satisfactory.

My predecessor had a great admiration for you.

He may have allowed himself a little bias.

Don't worry, it's not a dismissal.

It's more of a sideways move.

And since you seem to have formed an attachment with Slough House,

I thought you'd be pleased.

You're kidding, right?

Do I look as if I'm kidding?

No offense, but it's hard to tell.

So, Slough House it is, then.

You'd burn a city down to save face, wouldn't you?

Depends what city.

With the greatest lack of respect, ma'am, fuck you and fuck your job.

This is it.

If you want the kid to talk,

you've got to get them in their natural habitat.

For fuck's sake.

Are you happy now? Yeah?

Yeah, it'll do.

Here, Ho, get him something to stand on so he can play a game.

- Why do I have to do it? - Well, what the fuck else are you doing?

You got any idea who might want your father dead?

I didn't even know he was dead till you told me.

Well, you took it well. Yeah. Close, were you?

Why is that any of your fucking business?

You know, I see why he put you in a home.

There. Happy?

Well, lift me up, then.

You know, you should be grateful we saved your life.

Where's the money?

Doesn't start itself, does it?

Ho...

So, you didn't see your dad get killed then?

That wasn't you I saw on the CCTV?

Yeah. Must've been some other midget running off.

It's dwarf. And, yeah, it must've been.

I'd start telling me what you know if I were you.

Because I am the only person

that stands between you and the man that killed your dad.

I don't need your help. I'm fine on my own.

Everybody's gonna shudder in their boots when they see you coming.

"Everybody, run. It's Danger Mouse."

The man who killed your dad is an ex CIA agent.

You don't think he saw that photo of you?

All I know is that he came with money.

Sounded like he worked for someone else.

Someone that my dad was trying to blackmail about a stolen file.

- What are you doing? - Get anything good?

What?

When you were going through your dad's stuff.

Was Gollum looking for his precious?

I didn't go through his stuff.

You can't go through my things.

I just saw my dad get murdered. I'm upset. I'm traumatized.

Yeah. And I'm a fucking ballerina.

These yours?

That one is.

All right. Come on.

- Where are you going? - Aren't we gonna play a game?

Come on!

Fuck's sake.

What?

Sid, it's clearly empty, and there's not another house for miles.

Can we just go in before they turn up again?

Anyway, you still haven't told me why they're trying to kill you.

I don't know why. That's why I need to get online.

What, so you can Google, "Why is someone trying to kill me"?

Look, a few weeks ago,

a travel movement order was sent to my house from the Park.

It was for Kazan.

Kazan, Russia?

No, River. Kazan, Upper Richmond.

You know, I remember you as a lot nicer than this.

And I remember you as prettier.

So, Kazan?

Yeah, so I rang the Park. They said it was a glitch.

Didn't really think anything of it.

And then a couple of days later, they arrived.

To your home?

No, to the village they rehoused me in after the hospital.

They went from door to door asking for Sid Baker.

I knew there was something odd about them, so I just ran.

And you think the two things are connected?

I think there's a reason someone's trying to kill me.

Try this.

I've already phoned the police, and they'll be here in seconds.

Okay, okay, okay. Calm down. Okay.

- What's your name? - It's none of your bloody business.

Right, look, we're not here to hurt you, okay?

So, just put the phone down.

I have nothing to take. It's not worth going to prison for.

Listen, you're safe, okay?

- We're with MI5. - River.

- Show me your credentials. - She's not on the phone.

- She's what? - She's not on the phone.

There's no light. There's no battery in it. There's no...

What the fuck?

Okay. You want to see them? There they are. Yeah? Happy?

What the fuck?

This was taken a while ago.

Wow.

Fucking...

Do you have a computer we could use?

Hey, Moi, if you need to be sick, use this.

Absolutely not.

- Catherine, give me your bag. - My bag? No.

- Do you want to swap seats, then? - Oh, my God. Okay.

Sake.

- What are you doing? - We're making a stop.

- Is this wise under the circumstances? - Under the circumstances, it's essential.

If we're stopping, please could somebody get me some water?

No. What else could the password be?

Try my husband's birthday.

- Yeah. - It's nine, dot,

five, dot, 38...

dot.

Albert Eric Smith,

9th of May 1938.

I didn't know they still made Fray Bentos. It's actually quite nice.

Well, they probably don't. I got it for my husband before he died.

When was that?

2006.

Was it?

Sorry.

Were you in the typing pool?

Sorry?

At MI5?

No.

No, Anne. Sid was an agent.

Yeah. She actually... She got shot in the line of duty.

Where?

London.

No. I mean, where on the body?

Can you see?

Does it hurt?

Occasionally.

Bit of the bullet's still in there.

Talks to me sometimes.

- It talks to you? - Sometimes.

Does it have a name?

Oh, my God. Does it have a name?

- I call it Poirot. - And what does he say?

Well, he mostly tells me not to get shot.

So...

you two together?

- God, no. - No.

I think it's such a shame you're not allowed to have sex

with your colleagues anymore.

All those girls making a fuss about a little bit of bottom pinching.

I mean, how are you meant to meet a nice boy if you can't, you know...

go out with your boss?

- I'm actually his superior. - What? No. No, you're not.

- Yes, I am. - No, she's not. No. You're... No, she's...

We're equal.

No, I was investigating you. I'm not even a Slow Horse.

- Was he taking bribes? - Probably.

No. No, I wasn't taking bribes.

Well, I thought you might be on the take.

You know, what with the flashy suit.

I was actually at a funeral, Anne.

I'm so sorry.

- It's fine. - I'm so sorry.

- Let me get you a cup of tea. - Thank you.

River.

- Do you read Russian? - Yeah, double first.

It's about a woman who was killed in Kazan.

- But... - Who died?

- No one. - A woman in Kazan. It's in Russ...

It doesn't matter.

But this is a paragraph. There's no details.

Right.

Well, my granddad did always say,

"News on the front page, sport on the back,

and assassinations buried on page 12."

Killed, how?

Shot twice in the head. Robbery gone wrong.

Twice in the head?

That's not a robbery, is it?

- That's a hit. - Who's that?

Shit. Get down. Get down. Anne, Anne. Get...

It's two people. A man and a woman. Youngish.

Anne, do not let them in. They are dangerous.

- Don't answer that. - But they've seen me now.

- Don't answer it, Anne. - I can't not answer it.

- Get down. - I'll get rid of them.

- No. Anne. - Anne. Anne.

- I'll get rid of them. - Just leave it. Anne, let them go.

- Fucking hell. - Anne.

Anne.

- Wait, wait, wait. - Don't answer the door.

- Hello. - Evening.

Sorry to disturb, but we're lost.

Wondered if you knew the way to the White Hart?

I'm so sorry. I've never heard of it.

But I don't get out much, and I live alone, so, you know.

We're...

We're meeting our friends, you see.

A couple?

You seen them?

She has dark hair.

No. No, I haven't seen anyone.

I was asleep until just a while ago.

What woke you?

Well, I'm always up and down a lot in the night.

Age and childbirth, my dear.

Plumbing's not what it was. Anyway, good night, you...

I'm sorry, but could we just come in

- and use your phone? - I'd rather you didn't.

- I think we'd like to come in. - I'm afraid not.

- Where the fuck have you been? - What?

Where the fuck have you been?

River.

Where are we going?

Someone been breaking wind in this car?

Yeah, he can fart on demand.

God.

Let me out. Let me out, please. I've got breathing issues.

Jesus.

- What are you doing? - Coming with you.

- Seriously not needed. - Seriously don't care.

No, please don't... Please don't leave me, Catherine.

I'm going to get you some water, Moira. Wait there.

Where the fuck did you get that cash from? Are you a drug dealer as well or what?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

We're closed.

- We're customers. - Yeah, we're still closed.

Cool. We're just...

Marcus Longridge sent us.

- Is this a sting? - No.

Pinky promise?

So, what can I do you for?

How much is that Beretta?

Know a bit about your guns, do you?

That is five grand.

Come on, it's worth two.

Yeah, but you're here at bedtime and you're in a hurry...

so, it's worth five.

Fine. What can I get for two then?

I got just the ticket.

So, how is Marcus?

- He's dead. - Don't touch the merchandise.

Sorry for your loss.

Yeah, he died after you sold his gun back to him for double the money actually.

Dynamic pricing. Fucking bullshit.

Do you need to wait in the car?

Here we are.

The hell is that?

That is all you can afford.

Two grand.

- Can you get me a gun? - Fuck off.

- Harpoon? - Fuck off.

Stay safe, ladies.

Fuck off.

Nice girls.

Catherine. Catherine.

I don't think it's advisable that I stay in the car on my own.

What if one of them came back?

What's wrong? Are they here?

Keep your voice down. Keep your head down.

Look, rosé.

That's not him.

That's not the man with the gas mask. Thank heavens.

Look at me. I'm shaking.

Moira, we don't know who they are.

They could be anyone, so we need to stay alert.

Yes, I see.

He's gone now.

Should we go back to the car? I think we should go back to the car.

No, let's just get this water.

Bugger the water. I need a real drink.

Every time I'm with you people. Every time...

I was never even properly in Slough House.

That's the irony.

It was all a big mistake.

Unless you want to explain that to the people who are trying to kill us,

I'm afraid we're stuck with each other.

Is that everything?

Would paracetamol help?

- Yes, please. - Paracetamol.

So, I'm thinking, right, that someone calling themselves Sid Baker

whacked one of the opposition in Kazan, on their home turf.

Which would be seriously off limits, hence the wet squad.

Yeah. Probably GRU.

Yeah.

I have to call Taverner.

What? Why?

Because of everything you said.

An off-books hit in Russia using my identity.

Right, but why does that mean you gotta call Taverner?

To tell her. To warn her.

To warn her? Sid, she's the one that probably set the hit up.

No, no, no, think about it.

You... The Park told us that you were dead,

and there's nothing more off the books than a dead agent, is there?

Right, run.

Run! Fuck.

- You all right? - For fuck's sake.

- What, you're just out for a drive? - Lamb sent me. Who's this?

This is Sid Baker.

Sid, this is Coe.

Don't worry. He's with us.

Hi.

- Hey. - What are you doing?

Gettin' in.

Manners.

What?

Would you like to sit in the front?

Yes, I'd love to sit in the front. Thank you for asking.

Might be a minute.

Try and keep him alive while I'm gone.

So, what? You his PA or something?

It's none of your business.

We're partners.

What's he doing in there?

You don't have the clearance to know that.

You don't know, do you?

Look, I'm trying to save your life here. How about a little... What are you doing?

- What? - Phones can be traced. Turn it off.

- What? What the fuck? - Turn it off!

What the fuck? All right, look. Look. Yeah? Fine. Happy?

- Yeah. - You happy?

- Shit. - Jesus.

Oh, my God. What is that?

The fuck does it look like? It's a tattoo.

It's more than that, actually.

It's a reminder...

that I've seen some shit that's changed me.

So, when I look at this, I remember, "Pain is strength."

Wow.

Remember that, Padawan.

Yeah.

Right, so, are the others already at the safe house, then?

- They're on their way. - And what about Louisa?

- Did they pick her up? - Shirley and Catherine got Louisa.

I got you.

You're supposed to be dead.

That's a good point, Coe.

Please, may I use your phone?

No. We're dark.

I need to use a pay phone. I need to report to Taverner.

- I have told her. - River, and I'm telling you

there are things about Taverner that I know and you don't.

Look, there's a retail park up ahead. Let's see if there's a pay phone.

Head of MI5, Diana Taverner,

is under fire today after a television interview

in which experts say she may have let slip details

of Britain's response to recent nerve agent attacks.

Speculation and controversy are growing around her use of the word "retaliation."

Despite being quickly retracted,

the word has raised questions in many quarters.

Questions which MI5 have, as yet been unwilling to answer.

- There has been retaliation. - Hold on. But I...

then it would've been made with the safety of...

- What are you doing... - What are you doing in my garden?

Then you say, "No, this is my garden," and we improvise from there.

You know how long it'll take the Dogs to get here.

Well, you might as well take a seat while we wait.

What do you want?

Do you know anything about why my Joes keep turning up dead?

What, Struan Loy and Kay White?

I don't think it's anything to it. It's just a...

- just a coincidence. - A coincidence, yeah.

Well, it's pretty hard to lock yourself in a shipping container.

And Kay White may have been stupid,

but not so stupid as to fall off a boat she's lived on for 12 fucking years.

Well, your lot aren't known for their cleverness.

So, it's just a coincidence, then,

that Frank Harkness just killed one of yours?

Yeah, Dog. Ex-Dog. Named Andy Nesmith. You know him?

Well, it turns out he took the hard copy of the Slow Horses files before he left.

I thought you might know something about it?

As it was you that wiped all our digital files.

Tell your people they can come into the Park

- while we work out what's going on. - Oh, God.

That's the last place we're going.

You've got a leak Julian Assange would be proud of.

Now, if I were you, I'd get Flyte to do a bit of digging

into who Andy Nesmith might have been working for.

Flyte's dismissed. Performance issues.

What happened?

She see the interview,

- tell you the camera made you look fat? - Shut up.

Go on, spit it out.

I think Frank Harkness is doing a cleanup operation for someone.

You didn't piss anyone off other than me recently?

Anyone who might hire Frank? You know, in retaliation.

No.

Diana. Come on.

No.

Whatever's going on with your lot has nothing to do with current operations.

So, if you've finished, I'd appreciate it if you fucked off.

I've had a very trying day.

It's all right to come through the house?

No. You can leave the way you came.

But I came in through the house.

The more people I kill, the more...

human I think I feel.

Does that make me a psychopath?

Probably, yeah.

How long since you two worked together?

Three years.

You trust her?

Yeah.

Hey, none of the pay phones are working, so I'm gonna check in there.

- I should probably go. Yeah. - Yeah.

Hey. Wait up.