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What's Wildflower?

An echo of something from a long time ago.

- Is that all you're telling me? - It's already more than you need to know.

- Dani. - Fucking hell!

Whoa, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Do you think they'd give me a gun?

I ought to still mace you anyway though. What are you doing in my flat?

I've come to give you a job.

- You came to ask me a favor. - Can't it be both?

You know they demoted me after what happened with you?

I work on a desk now. A cubicle. I write reports.

Well, it could be worse, Dani. I could've killed you.

And instead you just killed my career.

Can you leave, please? Don't you have kids to look after?

No. They're with the nanny.

Oh yeah, Wallace did used to say how hands off you were.

Used to say what? Excuse me?

That you weren't particularly maternal.

When you talked shit about my children

and I almost throttled you to death with a necklace,

did that feel maternal?

It felt

something.

Do you want to go another round? Just got back from the gym.

- Spend a lot of time there, do you? - Most evenings.

Anything else going on for you? Got a boyfriend, Dani?

- Any friends? Any life? - My work is my life.

- The cubicle and the reports? - I will get back out into the field.

No, you won't. They've already forgotten about you.

There'll be some 22-year-old Oxbridge grad

with a nice smile and an easy manner and none of your baggage

living the life you want to be living,

while you scowl your way through the next 40 years of spreadsheets.

You're not getting off that desk.

Not without my help.

Now, why don't you put that knife down that's behind your back,

and I'll tell you what you're going to do for me?

I'm all ears.

I ain't in the waifs and strays business.

- Battersea Dogs Home is that way. - Just...

Just one night.

I don't... I...

I can't be alone.

Gun.

You can have this back when you leave.

You go to that address I gave ya?

Yeah.

You wanna talk about it?

- No. - Good. 'Cause I don't wanna hear about it.

Kettle's just boiled.

Pour yourself a chamomile.

Take the spare room. Top of the stairs.

Towels in the airing cupboard.

I am the setting sun.

I am the coming night.

I am the last word in your story.

Oh God.

- I'll make coffee. - It's fine.

No. You get in the shower. I'll put it on.

Christ's sake. About 200 people in this building can get me a coffee.

Sorry, I...

I heard you come in late last night.

I had the, Women in Charities drinks thing

and then I, went out with a friend after.

Oh yeah? Who?

Jackie Morris.

Do you want her number so you can check on me?

That's not what I meant.

I need to shift marriage counselling. I've got a 1:00 p.m. meeting.

You can't move it by half an hour?

It's with the President of the United States.

Okay, I will... Yeah, I'll call Daryl and see if he can move something around.

Thank you.

- Do you think you're gonna pull it off? - What?

Peace summit. Ceasefire.

I got Jacqueline to try tomato for the first time the other day,

so yeah, world peace, you know, piece of piss.

I'm gonna go and get in the shower.

Fuck.

Has Wallace said anything?

He's pretending that everything's fine.

Well, that won't last forever.

No.

Some people in the organization think we should cut our losses with you.

You know what cut our losses means, don't you?

Your losses, my throat.

I've argued your case, tried to convince them that you're all-in,

convince them that you're not a threat, or a flight risk.

Soon I hope to convince myself.

Downing Street, the wheels are turning.

Wallace knows, but I suspect hasn't told you yet.

He'll be PM by September.

Prime Minister's wife.

What we've been working towards all these years.

It's what's going to save you, Helen.

No one gets divorced whilst in Number 10. Gives you time to patch things up.

You act like you can control everything,

like you can shape the world the way that you want it,

but what if...

What if I'm wrong?

What if my marriage can't be saved?

What if I'm no longer useful? What happens then?

Same thing as will happen to me.

They'll take off our baubles and put us in the fucking wood chipper.

Something to try and avoid, wouldn't you agree?

Morning, Sam.

Turned up on the doorstep, wouldn't take fuck off for an answer.

- I wanted to make sure you're okay. - I'm fine.

Of course you're not.

Come sit down.

Come on.

We appreciate the symbolism of what you did last night.

Fuck you.

He was a good man.

- Jerry. - He was normal.

He had friends, plans.

- He was not like us. - No.

And you killed him. You murdered him.

Look, if you want a trigger man,

I'll find you a trigger man.

I'll find you a dozen of them.

Better than soppy bollocks here. What do you say?

- I only take a small commission. - No.

- Sam's the man for me. - Why? I mean, look at him.

He's clearly having a fucking mental breakdown.

Because he's got soul.

He lives it.

Why did you kill Jerry?

To protect Helen.

Exactly.

You killed him because you believed

keeping a Black Dove secret to be more valuable than keeping his life.

Now, why did you think that?

It's because our vulnerability

makes them strong.

Their strength is derived from our weakness.

It's why that power

needs to be taken away.

Their whole corrupt organization destroyed,

along with all the parasites who fed off it.

Alexi Chernov cannot come to the summit. Are you crazy?

He's just asking for a meeting.

He's asking for a meeting to ask if he can come.

It doesn't take a genius to see that.

Thank you. I encourage a spirited exchange of ideas. I really do.

But there is a base level of deference that we expect

towards the prime minister within this building.

Mr. Prime Minister, I am full of deference.

I am full of supplication, approbation, veneration.

And golly gee whiz, I just think you're a super swell guy.

But you cannot let Alexi Chernov come to the summit.

What's this?

Oh, the Chernovs have invited me to dinner.

If it gets out that you're meeting a Russian plutocrat

on the eve of a summit about troop deployment on their border...

I had a lovely meeting with Mrs. Chernov in Paris.

I could get my secretary to arrange it. We could have it at the Chancellor Club.

You could, I don't know,

organize a fake meeting at the same time with the Minister of Education.

- No one will know. - Or just don't go to the dinner.

Well, if he didn't have dinner meetings, he'd never eat.

It doesn't hurt to hear what they have to say.

I agree.

- Are you free tonight? - I can clear my diary.

Great.

I didn't know you knew Katia Chernov.

Two peas in a pod.

Well, you didn't stop when I told...

- All right? - All right?

- Coming in? - Yeah.

Time I saw you.

Out on the road - Out on the road

I'd have something to say, other than...

- Oh, is that Linda one here? - Lydia? No, she just left.

I thought I saw a couple of zookeepers with a big net.

Why do you hate her so much?

To have something to hold...

- I think you're wasting your time. - Wasting my time?

I don't think she's right for ya.

I'm not in a fucking Jane Austen novel. I don't have to marry this girl.

- I've got time to waste. - What if you don't?

I'll let you know If you have to come and choose...

You think you're gonna live forever doing what we do?

You keep your poison with your miniatures, for Christ's sake.

You're living on the fucking edge. You could die next week.

At least I got laid this week then. Maybe you should try it.

And also, look, labelled that. P, poison.

Yeah, P for prick, more like.

Anyway, maybe I want more from life, you know?

Maybe you should think about that too. Maybe if you'd open your eyes, you'd see.

Why are you speaking in fucking riddles? Like the Batman villain.

- The Joker? - No, the fucking Riddler.

- I've never watched it! - What do you mean? What would I see?

I don't know, you're confusing my point. I, It's hard.

You'd see what's in front of you. I don't know.

Maybe you do. You're too much of a coward to admit it.

- A coward? - Yeah.

Hey.

Am I in... interrupting something?

No, I'm off. Thanks for the shite advice, by the way.

What's her problem?

The dawning realization that she's a warm-blooded human being.

I've got another job.

- If it's a bad time, I'll... - Nah, it's the perfect time.

I'm gagging to murder someone now.

Don't touch that, it's poison. Can't you see the fucking P on it? Fucking hell!

My gut I plan to feed it with a heart.

If you try and screw me on this, I'm not going to mess around trying to kill you.

I'm just going to go straight to the press, understand?

"Prime Minister's wife secret spy shame." Does that sound like a fun headline?

It will be front page of every newspaper in the world by lunchtime.

That is a promise.

You're a very intense person, you know that?

My mother says I'm a high-functioning sociopath.

- She sounds supportive. - One of many toxic older women in my life.

It'll give me a live feed of everything you see.

You just have to look at the files. You don't have to take anything.

I can't wear contact lenses.

What do you mean you can't?

- Some people can't. Wrong shape eyes. - They look round to me.

I'm telling you, I can't.

I'm starting to feel sympathetic towards your mother. Put it in.

If I get an ocular infection, that is your fault.

I'm sure you'd look very nice with an eye patch.

We're good to go.

- You know what we're looking for? - Archive reports on Wildflower.

I'll be right here.

How reassuring.

Hi.

- Danielle Rose? - I know.

I need an archive pass.

Fill out the form.

Leave your phone in your bag and your bag here.

He forgave you, then.

Wallace. For the affair.

No, I convinced him that you're an unhinged, career-climbing Jezebel

who made the whole thing up.

I don't know how you sleep at night.

I don't, really.

What is this Wildflower thing anyway?

A code name. It's what Reed was looking for when she disappeared.

Does it occur to you Reed might be locked away for a reason?

Does it occur to you that without her we're all vulnerable?

You trust her?

For all her faults, she's never lied to me.

Even when she sent you after me, she never pretended she didn't.

I haven't known her replacement for a week,

but so far, I don't think he's told me the truth once.

- The feed's gone blurry. - It's just my eye watering.

My God, would you stop crying and get the pages on camera?

They're not here.

Fuck.

- Oh no. - What?

Someone's coming.

Cover your tracks. Don't let them know why you're there.

Stay cool. Pretend like you're a real fucking spy.

- Sir! - Danielle.

I was told you were down here.

- What are you doing? - Just working on my tan.

Analysis asked for some background on the American delegation.

They've sent Cecile Mason. Silicon Valley blue-chip clone idiot.

Remember when America used to have politicians?

You were looking for me, sir?

Mrs. Reed, she was your handler when you were in the field?

- Yes. - Were you close at all?

I don't know if anyone gets close to Mrs. Reed.

No, but she likes her spooks better than she likes the rest of us.

I just wondered if there was any insights that you could give me about her?

Insights, sir?

Oh my God.

He knows where she is. Get him to talk.

She has secrets. More than most. I need to get into her head.

I need to know what she knows.

There was a bench.

- She had a bench. - A bench?

Dead drops. A lock box under a bench in Battersea Park.

- Near the pagoda. - She'd use it for...

Someone trying to get her a message...

To collect dead drops.

There's a lock box underneath it, Battersea Park, by the pagoda.

Maybe there's something there. A clue?

Interesting.

Thank you, Danielle.

That was very helpful.

I like to be helpful, sir.

Okay. Now, you just remember that you owe me, okay?

Are you there?

Hello?

Helen?

Come on, come on, come on.

You not answering that?

Not right now.

Trouble in the best friends club, is it?

Fuck off.

Please leave a message after...

And when they come home at night They say...

I'm not in the mood!

Fuck's sake.

I had the weirdest dream that I told you not to call me again.

Oh, wait. No, it wasn't a dream. That was yesterday.

- I need you to get to Battersea Park. - Why?

Am I gonna get dragged into a van again?

No, this time, you're gonna do the kidnapping.

Conteh is going to send one of his men to check the benches around the pagoda.

He'll send somebody he trusts.

Pick them up and get them to tell you where the hell they're keeping Reed.

Remember me telling you I wanted to stay out of this? You remember that?

You know you're as fucked as I am without her.

Okay. Get them to tell me where she is.

- Do you want me to ask nicely? - Not particularly.

Copy that.

Like, what does she even mean, I'm a coward? I'm not a coward.

I'm incredibly brave.

Like, "Oh, you don't see what's in front of you."

I see a mad woman in front of me. That's what I see. What do you think?

I'm not the right person to ask about relationships.

- Still a single Pringle, are you? - I was seeing someone.

- I had to break it off. - I wouldn't feel bad about it.

It's this fucking job, innit? Total fanny blocker.

- Yeah. - Ever thought about doing something else?

Because, and don't take this the wrong way now,

but you don't really seem to be enjoying it that much.

Perhaps an exit strategy wouldn't go amiss?

I got out once.

About ten years ago. Probably before you'd even started.

What happened?

I tried to, you know, have nice things.

- Boyfriend, flat. - Civilian shit?

Yeah. Civilian shit.

- How did that work out for you? - Not very well.

- Ended up going to Italy for a while. - Where pasta's from.

Yeah, where... where pasta's from.

- What, and you came back here? - Yeah.

"Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in."

Do you know that one? The Hobbit? I think it's from The Hobbit.

Williams is right, you know? You are a coward.

But it's okay, because so is she.

So am I.

So is almost everyone walking around on this fucking planet.

We're all cowards. Too scared to look in the fucking mirror.

God, you're worse than her. Fuckin' hell.

I can't deal with her right now.

- "Sam, please answer the phone." - I'll call her back later.

"Sam, call me back right now."

Too much heat. We're gonna have to rethink this.

Okay, well, this was a waste of time.

Want me to drop you back home?

No. No. I've got something I've got to do.

And call her back, you knobhead. You're supposed to be her best mate.

But I think above all else,

I think what the British public is yearning for is a bit of transparency.

I think gone are the days of fluff, bluster...

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I'm...

I'm fine. Listen, I'm gonna send you an address.

- Can you meet me there? - Is it urgent?

Yes, of course it's urgent.

Okay.

Twice in two days. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.

I'm just giving him an hour of intense sensory overload

to remind him of the benefits of cooperation.

Has he told you anything yet?

Yeah.

He told me that I'm a crazy bitch, a psycho whore and a mad cunt,

which is three ways of saying the same thing.

- So nothing about Reed yet? - Nope.

Prime Minister?

Marriage counselor.

Oh. What do you talk about in marriage counselling?

I'm actually not sure I want to go into this with you.

Well, it was a marriage of convenience. No?

Well...

You were instructed to seduce him

in order to obtain sensitive government secrets.

- Correct? - Technically.

Literally.

That might've been the origin of our marriage.

Classic fairy-tale romance.

Right, but it's gone beyond that now. Shut up, it's complicated.

Why?

Because I love him, actually.

Well, that's highly inconvenient.

Yeah.

Also, he's a Tory.

Who the fuck are you?

Oh, good. Another addition to the psychotic girl gang.

Is Helen there?

Laila, this is Sam. Sam, this is Laila.

- Charmed. - Charmed.

He's a Black Dove bag man. He knows where Reed is. Laila's been working him.

What's he told you?

That she's a crazy bitch, a psycho whore and a mad cunt.

That's three ways of saying the same thing.

That's what I said.

- What if he won't talk? - We'll make him.

Yeah? You gonna waterboard him? Pull his fingernails out?

I was gonna hit him with a stick.

- We're past asking nicely. - Clearly.

Can I talk to you, please, in private?

Away from the gaffer-taped man.

Listen, I know that this looks a little bit desperate,

but if we can just get an address or a clue or something...

I tracked down Patrick.

- Did you find out who he's working for? - A group called Kestrel.

Okay, that's... that's good. We can look into it.

They have a video of you.

It's bad.

Jesus.

Jesus, that... that...

Christ, that was years ago.

That was the fucking awful holiday I dragged everyone on, and it was... Fuck!

Fuck. How was there a video?

- How did they get that? - I don't know.

My God, we have to get these people, Sam. We have to get them.

No. We have to do what they tell us.

No, we have to wipe them out.

- They hold all the cards. - Not if we get Reed back.

She will know who they are, she will know how to get them.

I don't think we should be putting all our eggs in that basket.

What other basket have we got?

The doing-what-the-fuck- we're-told-to-do basket.

- How about we use that for once? - I don't want to.

- Well, what if I do? - I'm the one risking everything.

Oh, just you? No one else?

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you unhappy with your working environment?

Do you want to write to the Assassins' Union and complain?

They gave me an extra target.

For snooping around. For doing what you told me to do.

Who?

The concierge at my hotel.

The concierge at your hotel?

- Yes. - Okay.

So?

- So? - I'm sorry.

What the fuck are we talking about the concierge for?

I... I could lose everything, Sam.

I could lose my family and my life and my children.

And you could lose a what? A fucking bellboy?

We got close.

Well, that was silly, wasn't it?

Oh fu...

Sorry.

Sorry, I... I... Fuck, I didn't...

I'm really exhausted and I don't know what to do.

Perhaps the thing to do is to accept that Reed isn't coming back.

And that the Black Doves are on their way out.

And that you might have to face the difficult truth.

That... the life you've been living, the lies you've been telling,

it might be time for them to stop.

You've always talked about getting out. You might have reached that moment.

You know what? I've got a, a dinner reservation.

Wallace is meeting the Chernovs.

Alexi Chernov?

Yeah.

I don't know. Maybe if I lean on the wife about the dead housekeeper,

flip her on Alexi, maybe I can get some information out of her.

Where are you meeting? I could drop you off, call a cab, or...

The Chancellor Club.

Wallace's driver will take us. I...

I'll call you later, okay?

Eleanor, do you still have that poison?

Excellent. Grab it. I'm coming to pick you up.

I need you to kill him.

That's not what I do.

Actually, what you do is whatever I tell you.

She sent you?

Yeah.

I thought she'd come herself.

Well done. You did it. That's how you build a jungle.

- Yes, this is how... - This is looking spectacular.

This is starting to look like this little extraordinaire.

- I don't know how you build that. - It takes a little time.

- It's not gonna take five minutes. - It's supposed to be 6+.

I know, but I think you're doing...

We should go.

About yesterday, I'm sorry. I went about it in all the wrong way.

I don't think there's a right way of asking.

No, you're probably right.

According to the British public,

your biggest asset is that you're a good husband and a good father.

- You can never trust the polling data. - I think you can.

A friend said that nobody gets divorced when they're prime minister.

Maybe I will have to start the campaign for your re-election.

What do we do, Hel?

We keep fighting.

Mrs. Webb!

Jim, can you give me one second? Is that all right?

Do you remember Jim Perryman from MI5?

He's been, badgering me for 20 minutes of your time.

I told him he could have ten. Is that okay?

I, I have to make a quick call before we head out anyway, so...

Yeah.

- Thanks. Thanks, Jim. - Okay.

Good evening, ma'am. Thanks for taking the time.

Yes, well, listen, I don't mean to be rude,

but I've been security checked to within an inch of my life, so,

if you don't mind keeping this short, that'd be great.

Well, once you make it to the big house,

we have to go through it all again, I'm afraid.

Fine-tooth comb, et cetera.

The system goes through every detail of every government employee's history.

Well, I'm not a government employee, Officer Perryman.

I don't pick up a wage to be married.

Well, quite, no.

I mean, there'd be a name for that, wouldn't there?

Anyway, shall we start with your parents?

- What about them? - They're both deceased, aren't they?

Yes.

Yeah, a Mary Dawson and a Graham Dawson.

Now, their deaths are registered, but according to the system,

and this is very strange, Mrs. Webb, there's no reports of them being buried.

Of course they were buried. I was there.

Right. Can you give me the name of the cemetery?

Sorry...

Yeah, they were... We were in Kenya. We were living there.

Between 1998 and 2004.

But it would still have a name, wouldn't it, the cemetery?

Like, they still name things in Kenya, don't they?

Okay, well... I don't recall right now.

But I will, I will find out for you.

That would be tremendously helpful. Thank you.

I don't see what my parents have got to do with anything.

What does the name Bonnie Weir mean to you, Mrs. Webb?

- Bonnie... What? - Weir.

Bonnie Weir?

What can you tell us about a woman named Bonnie Weir?

Nothing. I've never heard that name before in my life.

She was flagged on the system about a year ago.

She had repeatedly tried to make contact with the government.

Okay.

She claimed she was your sister.

- Well, I don't have a sister, so... - Stepsister.

Sorry.

Well, my parents were only married to each other, until...

Until dying?

And being buried in an unnamed graveyard in Africa?

Are your parents still alive, Officer Perryman?

Well, my father is, yeah.

Right.

You see, the thing about being a 14-year-old girl

and finding out that both your mother and father have been killed

is that it's quite traumatic.

Right.

I can remember what I was wearing when I found out about the accident.

It was a blue dress with little white flowers on it.

My mother bought it for me.

Now, I remember the blue dress with white flowers on it

because I was staring at them

when they told me my parents weren't coming home.

Do you know what else I remember about that time?

Tell me.

Almost exactly nothing.

Now, you want to, doorstep me about the, the details of my life,

to try and catch me out.

Well, I am afraid you are going to be disappointed.

Because all I remember of that time

is being a young, scared girl.

Now, I can tell you all about what that is like.

But something tells me

that you're not very interested in that, are you?

And I apologize, Mrs. Webb, if you feel caught out.

I feel angry,

is what I feel.

And I think

that it is best if we cut this meeting short.

Okay.

Now, in the meantime,

might I suggest that you stop wasting resources

on crank conspiracy theories?

Where is this woman, anyway?

It'd be fun to have a secret stepsister.

She died last year in prison.

It was cancer.

She'd been in, doing time for murder.

Was a model prisoner, apparently, until her diagnosis.

Then suddenly, she just started trying to get in contact.

They say that, mortality focuses the mind?

That's that, then.

For now, yeah.

Have a good night, Mrs. Webb.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Thanks.

- All okay? - Oh, fine.

Yeah, nothing to worry about. All being dealt with.

Sure, man.

Oh, I wanted to be the chef.

Yes, Chef.

Eighteen salads.

On it, Chef.

Mr. Prime Minister.

- Alexi, hi. Hello. Mrs. Chernov. - Hello.

Have you met my wife?

- We spoke in Paris. - Of course, Paris.

Can I just say how horrified we both were to hear about the robbery?

The press made a meal out of it.

Some local gang from the banlieues go after rich women's jewelry

when they know they won't be home.

Hope it looks better on them than it did on me.

So, Well, sorry this has taken a while to, to get in the diary.

Important thing is we are talking now.

You have my wife to thank for that. She's been your champion.

We are lucky men, Mr. Prime Minister, to have met such brilliant women.

Now, I don't believe in talking around a subject.

My country is not being represented at your peace summit.

Discussions on the ceasefires, prisoner swaps,

Moscow will read that as a war cabinet.

You need a Russian voice. A bridge.

And I can be that bridge for you.

There are some people who would feel, uncomfortable

at your inclusion at the table.

He would not need to be at the table.

Not in the photographs.

Not in the minutes nor the negotiations. Let him speak at the opening. That's all.

You'd be showing the world that there's a greater desire for peace

than our leaders would have us believe.

That we are closer to one another than some would want to admit.

Could I take your order?

- Shall we get some bread to break? - That's a good idea.

And I will have a soup to start with, s'il vous plaît.

- I need the vegetables, Chef. - Yes, Chef.

Okay, he's having soup, then the chicken,

and tonight it's in a white wine reduction with new potatoes and seasonal veg.

- Don't that sound stunning? - Need that veg.

Cheers. Behind you.

- Anyone else having the same order? - Nope.

If you'll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.

Oh, I'll show you where it is. It's a labyrinth in here.

So, shall we have the real meeting?

What do you need for this to go ahead? How can we be helpful to you?

Well, you could start by telling the truth.

We know that the robbery in Paris was more serious than you're letting on.

You can hide it from the press, but eight body bags?

It was a jewelry heist.

Nobody kills eight people for jewelry.

And then...

your housekeeper,

Ida.

Now, the educated guess of our security services

is that she was a spy and her cover was blown.

She was tortured first.

The police said they thought maybe it was a... jealous boyfriend.

And did you believe them, Katia?

There's plenty of ex-KGB throat-slitters kicking their heels in Moscow.

I'm sure your husband knows a few of them.

This is not Alexi's doing.

- This is not who he is. - No?

Who is he, then?

Listen, your husband wants to share a platform with mine.

I need to know who he's in bed with.

I mean, besides you, of course.

Excuse me.

Could I... Sorry, could I change my starter?

Could I get the soup, too, please?

- Of course. - Is that all right? Thank you.

Leek and potato. It's... It's a risk, but when it's good...

What do you need?

I need to know about his past.

His KGB days in Berlin.

And a code name.

Wildflower.

He doesn't talk about that time.

Get him to.

Where's that garnish, please?

Soup's up.

Veg!

Two minutes on chicken.

- Keep it tight. - Chef.

- Behind you, Chef. - Chef.

Service.

Got three asparagus.

Service.

Eleanor.

- There's two fucking soups. - They must've changed the order.

- Shit. - Which one's the bad one?

The... The one on the left.

When you're looking at the kitchen or at the hallway?

Oh God, I...

We're running out of time. Fucking think.

- Looking away from the kitchen. - Right for the waitress.

The waitress?

- It's right for the waitress. - Right for the waitress?

Right, yeah? If not, I'm about to poison the fucking Prime Minister.

Yes! Yes, the bowl on the right. The bowl on the right.

Fucking shambles.

And now we eat.

- Shit. - Looks delicious. Thank you.

Smells good.

Thank you.

- I'll just pour you a glass. - Thank you.

I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Sorry! Oh!

I am such a klutz.

It's okay. It's all right.

So sorry.

- Sorry. - It's all right. No damage done.

Well, buon appetito.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.

Everyone all right? Any casualties, or...?

How is it?

Worth the wait?

Thank you for tonight.

I appreciate it.

We're still a good team.

But you have to tell Daryl so I win marriage counselling.

Okay.

All right.

Tell me you got something good.

She's alive, and they've got her. And I've got the address.

Oh God, I could kiss you.

Good, yeah, and I'd let you. Do you want me to text it to you?

Yes.

Okay, on its way.

Alexi Chernov?

- Are you out of your fucking mind? - Yeah, he was next.

You used my meeting to get to him, and didn't wanna tell me?

The less you know, the better.

First Klein, then Ambrose, and now Alexi Chernov.

Every time I want to speak to somebody, they end up dead. By your hand.

- So you'd have preferred me to say no? - Yeah.

Got a good excuse worked out

when a video of you executing a man ends up on the 9 o'clock news?

An MI5 officer spoke to me today.

He knows the name of my stepsister.

Nobody should know that, but someone has sent it to him.

First the video you saw, and now this.

Someone is trying to bring me down, and you are helping them.

I'm gonna fight, you know?

I am not running.

I'm not giving up what I have built. I won't be forced out of my life. I won't.

Are you gonna help me, Sam?

Yes.

Good.

Because I know where Reed is.

And tomorrow morning, we're gonna break her out,

and finish this once and for all.

From da off, from the get-go.

Yo, could take their best shot 'Cause their best flow.

Slow them niggas They want chat like they kept up.

No, there's only one boss To a next-up pro.

Oh, Kiddi K, yo.

Did he say that? Did he make dough.

From a sprayed rap?

Oh, yeah, giggidy And your bae got spanked.

Said she went home, but.

Oh shit!