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I mean... I mean... I mean...

I mean...

I mean, who are you, really?

Do you know what I mean? Do you ever think about that?

Like, when your time finally comes,

whether you'll re... regret all the things that you did?

'Cause there's this moment, right,

where I feel so fucking connected to everything.

Like the past and the future in fucking conversation with each other,

and us all just stuck in the middle trying to make sense of it.

When they look back on you, maybe they'll say there was a good person in there.

Or maybe they'll say there was no goodness in you at all.

Because we're all just animals, aren't we?

Living with the things that we've done.

Living with the consequences of our actions.

Looking for purpose, for connection, for love.

And maybe we'll never find it.

Am I talking bollocks?

Not at all.

Aw, is that your girlfriend?

No, that's just some bitch that needs killing.

- Just some... What? - Have a good night, yeah?

- Yeah? - Eleanor.

A job just came through.

What? It's two in the fucking morning.

Oh, sorry, are you in bed with your girlfriend, Princess Fiona?

What?

F... Fucking Princess Fiona from Shrek.

Only when she's an ogre. Not when she's fit.

Yeah, I get that, yeah.

I'm gonna go to the address I just sent ya.

Will you meet me there if you can? My vision's a little blurry.

I've had a few sharpeners.

If you even care.

Oh, be the Lord.

Idiot.

Williams?

Williams, you daft cow, where are you?

- Fucking get down! - Shit!

Shit!

She has us pinned down.

- Who? - The target across the way.

- How's the target got you pinned down? - I had a shot at her and I missed.

- How'd you miss? - I took a pill earlier.

It's playing merry havoc with my depth perception.

- My fingers feel fucking magical though. - Oh God, give me strength.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry about what I said

about your girlfriend being like Princess Fiona in Shrek

but when she's an ogre and not when she's fit.

It's fine.

The whole point of Shrek is about accepting yourself how you come,

and Fiona and Shrek, they're happier as ogres.

- And you and Lydia, you're happy together. - What?

I'm not saying you're an ogre. Like, in this analogy, you'd be Shrek.

But I don't think you're Shrek.

If anything, you have more of a Donkey energy or--

Will you stop talking about fucking Shrek?

We broke up anyway.

Oh no, why? Was it her face and personality?

Will you just leave it, okay? Leave it.

I think I can see the color of your future.

Excuse me?

- I think I see the color of your future. - How many fucking pills have you taken?

- A small handful. - Fucking hell.

- You'll have to cover me. - Right ye are.

Think you're cognitively capable of--

I was born ready!

Fuck! Shit!

Oh! Oh Jesus.

- You dickhead! - What?

I'm feeling very sexually aware of myself currently.

But I don't think I'd be capable of an orgasm.

- Does that make sense? - No.

So what you said earlier...

What?

What you said earlier today. It's why I broke up with her.

It's stuck in my head.

Refresh my memory.

You said I don't wanna see what's in front of me.

I can barely see what's in front of me right now.

You said I was a coward.

I think you're the bravest girl in the whole world.

Yeah, I get scared sometimes.

I don't know what I'm... doing.

I don't know what we're doing.

Like, when you came to me that first time, right?

- And you said... - Let's be partners.

I thought all my bloody Christmases had come at once

because I'd been alone for so long and... I thought it was gonna be me and you,

but then Sam pops up, and it's not Eleanor and Williams anymore.

It's... Williams and Sam and Helen.

And, yeah, Lydia comes along, and she's not perfect,

but she likes me and she wants me,

and, like, I'm the most important person to her.

But you're the most important person to me, Eleanor.

I...

I think I love ya.

What?

I love ya.

Probably.

Definitely, actually.

What do you think of that?

Yeah.

I... I thought as much.

Yeah.

You know, the only way one of us is getting out of here is with a distraction.

- What? Williams! - You better run.

Williams! Williams!

Would you like to go through the charade of asking why we've locked you up,

or should we just go straight to the point?

Now is your opportunity

to set the record straight.

To try to clear your name.

What are you hiding, Elizabeth?

Her daddy got a big aeroplane

Her mommy holds all the family cash

A beautiful rose, stay at the corner

She is living in and out of the tune...

Hey, you!

They cordoned off street after street in Berlin,

and the crowd's anger at Honecker's hardline stand still boils.

Today, the hunger strikers began a new battle

for the political freedoms that so many East Germans are demanding.

You're losing You're losing your vitamin C

Your vitamin C

Hey, Franz... Oh, are we interrupting?

- Yes. - No.

My God, it's crazy out there.

I can smell the tear gas on you.

That's Bernard's new cologne.

Revolution cologne.

Oh, the smuggler's a revolutionary now?

I certainly am.

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?

Bernard and Julia came over, about 10:00 p.m.

- What was the reason for the meeting? - Thomas had called.

Said he had someone he wanted Kestrel to meet.

Has Thomas said anything about that guy?

We know as much as you know.

Which is to say, nothing.

But he's very excited about it.

Thomas has been meeting a new contact.

Refused to tell us anything about him.

Then we finally got a phone call saying tonight was the night.

So?

Who is it?

Alexi fucking Chernov.

A fucking KGB officer?

Did you bring a fucking KGB officer to my apartment?

Why on earth would you do that?

Alexi here is our way in.

Not just into the KGB, but into the Americans.

You're defecting.

Yes, and I was told you could help me.

- We can. - Why do you want to defect?

The reality of life in the committee has not been quite what I expected.

- Why now? - Look around. It's coming to an end.

The Wall, the Iron Curtain, the KGB. It's all coming down.

I was asking him.

I don't know what the future holds.

- But I want it to be on my terms. - Mama.

Where are you?

Hey, it's my favorite girl.

Darling, did you have a bad dream?

It's okay.

Lizzie.

Mama will put you in bed.

Say good night to everyone, Vita.

- Good night. - Sleep well.

I heard shouting outside.

Oh, that was a celebration outside. People are celebrating.

Why?

Because they're happy.

Now go to sleep.

Helping a KGB officer defect to the Americans

isn't Kestrel's usual game.

Franz likes disruption. This will be disruptive.

We could tell the Russians they've got a turncoat.

They'd pay to find out who.

Or we could pick him up ourselves. Bleed him for what he knows.

No. We let it happen.

This only makes Kestrel stronger. That's good for us.

Our job is to watch and listen, remember?

Franz has turned Kestrel into a major player in the anarchist scene.

People want their contacts and intel. They pay us good money to steal them.

So, we'll meet back here next week.

Actually, hang back for a minute, Elizabeth.

I need to go over something with you.

It's getting harder,

being there all the time.

Everyone knows what an amazing job you're doing.

Headquarters have noticed.

They appreciate it.

I want to ask for a transfer.

Out of Berlin.

London desk, maybe.

You're not a desk agent. You're better than that.

I could do recon,

special analysis.

With a five-year-old?

Then I'll be a desk agent.

You could come too.

I want us to be together.

I've done five years undercover.

I don't know how much more of this I have in me.

Berlin is my station.

I can't leave. You know that.

Then it's mine too.

- I wish we could tell them. - You know we can't.

We're allowed to pretend to fall in love with other people, but not do it for real.

Lizzie.

It's just one more secret.

We're good at that, aren't we?

It's a great game, all this.

- We're doing it tomorrow night. - What?

- Getting Chernov across the checkpoint. - Why so soon?

I have a crossing guard in place, forged British passport.

Everything is ready.

It's risky.

Move fast and don't give them time to know your plans.

- It's Chernov who's taking all the risk. - Is it?

I won't let anything happen to you and Vita. You know that.

I've been planning something.

This is a diplomatic visa.

For you and Vita.

Best forgery money could buy.

- Thanks to our friend, Mr. Chernov. - I don't understand.

Amsterdam.

We can start a new life there.

You want me to leave Berlin?

I want us to leave Berlin.

Expand Kestrel.

Grow the network.

I love you, Lizzie.

Franz is getting Chernov across the border tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night?

All the connections are in place. He wants to move fast.

We have to stop him.

Okay, well, we can put in a surveillance team.

- He's planning an attack. - What?

He's going to fill the car with explosives,

detonate it on the American side of the checkpoint.

- Why the hell would he do that? - It's the next phase.

Chaos, terror, disruption.

You're sure?

I've seen the explosives.

Jesus. If the Americans find out we knew about a bomb plot and didn't stop it...

Tomorrow night?

Okay, I need to call London.

Expedient demise.

They want us to kill them all.

God help us.

Code names for tonight.

KGB Agent Chernov is Cowboy.

Thunder.

Spitfire.

Zeus.

Wildflower.

Julia?

Elizabeth, we need to go.

Elizabeth.

Damn it, where's my gun? Where's that goddamn gun? Fuck.

Bernard is dead. There's police and ambulances all over his bar.

Thomas and Julia, they're not answering their phones.

Where's the gun?

Vita's things are in here.

Some of your clothes too. Enough for a few days.

- What's going on? - Be quiet and listen.

You and Vita are going to go to Mitte and lay low there.

You'll need to do it quickly. They're going to come looking for you.

Who's gonna come looking for me?

We're called the Black Doves and we've been watching you for a long time.

- What are you talking about? - Our meeting wasn't an accident, Franz.

Our life together, our relationship, none of it was an accident.

We have a daughter.

Sweetheart, come here. Up you come.

Can you play in your room for a minute? Just a minute. Go and play in your room.

- You work for the Stasi? - No, I don't work for the fucking Stasi.

You need to listen.

I am saving your life.

You built something here. You can start again somewhere else.

You and her together, you can be happy. But you need to leave now. Without me.

No.

This was all... all...

What, it was all pretend?

That's not possible.

- You need to listen. - Don't tell me I have to listen to you.

- You've been fucking lying to me. - Yes.

No! No.

This was real.

I held your hand while you gave birth to our daughter.

You need to go now, Franz. Please take her and go.

You're abandoning her too?

She'll be better off with you.

- Thomas and Julia... - They're dead.

- They are dead, and you will be too. - Where's my gun?

- They will kill you if you don't leave. - Where's my gun?

- You need to get out of here! - Where is my gun?

It's in my pocket, Franz.

- Don't make this harder than it has to be. - Why are you doing this?

You have to take her with you.

Whatever you are...

you're... you're very, very good at it.

We're behind schedule.

The girl?

- Wildflower, the girl. - She's in the bedroom.

You were supposed to have dealt with him.

What are you doing?

Headquarters want us to recover the evidence.

The explosives, the car, the border crossing.

We picked up Chernov. He's useless.

Doesn't know anything. Complete fucking waste of time.

Where are the plans?

There was nothing in the other apartment.

The explosives? You said you'd seen the explosives.

Please tell me you haven't...

- Peter, I just-- - Just what?

You just sunk five fucking years of undercover work?

- Please tell me you haven't done that. - I told you I couldn't do this anymore.

We had something here. They were growing. We could have...

Christ, we could've had an entire network, and you just torpedoed it?

Five fucking years for nothing? Why?

I thought if we wrapped them up that we could... That you and I could--

Oh Christ. Oh God!

Stupid girl.

I'm sorry.

Fuck your sorry! You have any idea what they're going to do to us?

- I can explain it to them. - They won't care.

- Please. - They can never know.

We can make this work.

We can make this okay. I love you.

- I love you! Peter, stop! Please, stop! - You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid girl.

This was you, stupid girl.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl!

You stupid--

No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Mama!

Stay there!

No.

Just stay there!

Dad?

Shit.

Vita?

Vita?

Vita?

Vita?

Get in!

Get the fuck in!

Where's Maddison?

Where's Maddison?

They killed him.

They killed him. He's dead.

- Fuck. - Where's your daughter?

I... She's...

She's gone.

They killed her too.

Jesus Christ.

Oh fuck!

You need to run.

Vacation?

No.

Where are you from?

Far away.

You're not writing a book, are you?

Whenever we get a foreigner come to stay in the village out of season,

he's always writing some damned novel.

There was an American came here last year,

said he was working on a guide to local nature trails.

I read some of it.

Erotic short stories.

Can you believe it?

Any good?

Not really.

So, what are you doing here?

Convalescing.

From what?

Did you talk all your other customers to death?

You came here to get away from something.

You have a broken heart.

Why did you end up here of all places?

I visited

a few years ago.

I remembered how beautiful it was.

It seemed like a good place to...

To?

- Put it down gently! - Come on! What are you doing?

Gently. It'll break.

Be careful!

I've waited six months for this washing machine.

We have to carry it over there!

I understand, but not on my own. Come on!

The writer!

Hi!

Hi.

Watch the walls.

So, who's the girl?

What?

Broken heart.

His name is Michael.

You're a fruit.

Do you want me to fix your fucking washing machine or not?

I don't mean it as an insult.

Sure.

It was a complimentary slur.

Who's the boy, then? What did you do?

I was... not who I told him I was.

What did you tell him you were?

A good man.

Look at that.

Yoo-hoo!

You're staying for dinner.

Oh, no. I can't.

Cut, cut, cut, come on!

Aldo. My friend.

He was killed a few years ago now.

What happened?

Shot in his own church.

Can you imagine that?

What kind of hell waits for someone who would do that?

Why would someone have wanted him dead?

Some people bring light into the world.

Some people bring darkness.

Hello?

Hello?

Sam? Is that you?

Let go.

Thank you.

He gets this way a lot.

It's nice to have someone to help carry him.

He doesn't have family?

He has Aldo.

What do you mean?

I could hear you talking about me.

You thought I was asleep.

I know what the rumors are.

I don't care about rumors.

Well, I fucking do.

I was the one that found him. When it happened.

Just there.

I can see it still.

His eyes.

Even dead, he had these beautiful...

What can I get you, madam?

Oh, something festive, I think.

Do you have mulled wine?

What about, a grappa?

Even better.

On the house.

You are here for Christmas?

Yes, I'd heard how beautiful it was. I had to see it for myself.

And? Does it meet your expectations?

It takes the breath away.

Is the church open to visitors at this hour?

Yes, yes. You can go in and look around.

Wonderful.

How did you find me?

You haven't buried yourself very deep.

Maybe you weren't expecting to stay as long as you have.

Maybe part of you hoped to be found.

That would be unwise though.

How are things back home?

We housed your boyfriend with his mother for a while. We think he's safe.

No one's really after him.

It was you they wanted.

Helen?

She had a boy and a girl.

Oliver and...

Jessica, Jackie, something like that.

She wanted to leave.

She was going to leave.

No one really leaves, Sam.

It's a nice idea we dangle in front of ourselves from time to time.

A grain of salt we put on the end of our tongue.

But here we both are.

What do you want?

I've recently been made aware of the movements of a man called

Franz Meyer.

A man I had wrongly believed to be dead.

He's resurfaced, and now I believe he's here in Italy.

I'd like to find him.

You must have people that can do that.

This isn't one for the Black Doves.

I don't do this kind of work anymore.

What, you're a barman now?

You walked into this church two years ago and blew a man's brains out

because I paid you to do it, and then you left.

And that's how it's supposed to be. That's the world we live in.

I'd hate to have to remind you of that in a more forceful way.

I don't suppose the people here would be as welcoming to you

if they knew who you really are.

Perhaps I'm not who you think I am.

You are exactly who I think you are.

Franz Meyer.

He was in Rome last anyone heard.

What had the priest done?

It doesn't fucking matter.

I found Franz's landlord.

He moved out weeks ago.

Went to England.

He left a forwarding address.

And?

Tell me about the priest.

There's nothing to tell. It was just one of those things.

You know how it is.

He was a nobody.

No one will miss him.

Now what was the address?

Tanner Cottage. Dorset Downs.

I need the job finished.

What did Franz do?

Are you going to do the job or not?

Find someone else.

Baa-baa black sheep Have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full...

Oh, fuck me.

One for the dame

One for the little boy Who lives down the lane

Baa-baa black sheep Have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full

Asleep?

Jacqueline is, and Marie is still rocking Oli.

Want a glass of wine?

I just want to be unconscious.

We can just go home if this is too difficult.

No. No, I think this is a good thing.

We can still do things even though we have twins.

Well, I got a call from Richard today. He's given me Secretary of Defence.

Which isn't, you know... It's not Home Sec, but it's... not bad, no?

It's good, right?

Yeah. I mean, today Defence, tomorrow...

Big Black Door? Number 10?

It could happen, one day, maybe.

If you don't have a dream...

The Lib Dems have been threatening that for years. It never comes to anything.

No.

No, but that's what I'm saying.

If you think that's achievable, then that's what we do.

I've got four older sisters, so my house has been baby central for a while now.

But you get used to it.

What about you? Have you got any siblings?

No, only child.

Did you always want kids?

Yes.

Always.

Shh.

I've dragged two babies, a nanny and a workaholic husband

halfway across the country on your say-so, and now I would like you to tell me why.

Not having fun?

You don't have any children, so it might surprise you to know

that four-month-olds do not make the best road trip companions.

Well, I suppose I'll take your word for it.

There's a cottage.

Tanner Cottage is what it's called.

About 20 minutes from you.

Recon it.

Get photos of anyone going in or out and send them to me.

Cool. Would you like me to do that before or after I've fed the twins?

Whatever's best for you.

Cool.

Yeah?

I need you to kill him.

That's not what I do.

Actually, what you do is whatever I tell you.

Some days, that's reading your husband's emails.

Other days, it's killing a man.

Guess what today is?

I don't have a gun.

There's one in a lockbox underneath the bathtub.

The code is 8407.

You hid a gun in my holiday cottage?

Pays to be prepared, doesn't it?

Marie said you're... you're nipping out to get some air.

- Yeah. - Think you'll be long?

She's not been having much luck getting them settled.

- Wallace... - Yeah?

I'm not doing very well. I'm struggling.

I need you to be present. I need you to be in this with me.

Now, listen.

If we're gonna survive this,

wherever it takes us, Downing Street,

and honestly, I believe that anything is possible, I really do,

but I need us to be a team.

Okay.

Otherwise, I don't know that I can do this.

I will be back soon.

Okay?

- She sent you? - Yeah.

I thought she'd come herself.

What did she tell you about me?

Nothing.

You...

Oh fuck.

- How old? - Four months. Twins.

It gets easier.

Does it?

The nights are long, and the years are short.

- You heard that one? - Yeah.

- First part's certainly true. - It's all true.

Goes by like this... your whole life.

You wouldn't believe how quick it...

I mean, not that I have twins though.

- What are they? - Boy and a girl.

You haven't done it like this before, have you?

Cold-blooded.

No.

I can tell.

I assume

she didn't tell you why she wants me dead?

No.

Unimportant detail, perhaps.

We were close once.

Or at least, I thought... ...we were.

Fucking hell!

I'm dying.

I have been for a while.

I really thought she'd come herself.

I'm sorry.

Will you give her a message?

Tell her I found Vita.

Who's Vita?

I expect you'll meet her one day.

I'm ready.

- It's done. - Good.

How was he?

He was ill.

Oh, and, he wanted me to give you a message.

He found Vita.

Reed?

Yes, I heard you.

Thank you.

Good work.

I mean, who are ya, really?

Do you think about that?

When your time finally comes,

whether you'll regret all the things you did?

'Cause there's this moment, right,

where I feel so fucking connected to everything.

The past and the future in fucking conversation with each other.

'Cause when they look back on ya, maybe they'll say

there was a good person in there.

Or maybe they'll say there was no goodness in you at all.

Because we're all just animals, aren't we?

Living with the things that we've done.

Living with the consequences of our actions.

Looking for purpose.

For connection.

For love.

And maybe we'll never find it.

How are you feeling?

Fuck.

Job came in.

Don't like it, obviously, but it's out there.

At that price, if we don't do it, someone else will.

We can't.

If his phone lit up with a photo of you and me, you think he wouldn't?

He killed your partner last year. Would've killed you if you hadn't got away.

That was in the heat of the moment.

What are we in if not the heat of the fucking moment?

I'm sorry about... last night.

I need your help. We found Reed. I'm gonna go and get her.

- Yeah? - Okay.

Oh, you crawled out of the sea

Straight into my arms

Straight into my arms...

Morning.

What happened to you two? Look like you haven't been to bed.

House party in Chinatown.

Straight into my arms...

Any good?

- We should've left a lot earlier. - Ain't that always the way?

Strap in, we've got a bit of a drive.

You've both got guns, right?

Right.

Straight into my arms

Straight into my arms

Oh, you crawled

Out of the sea

Straight into my arms

Straight into my arms