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What shall we drink to?

Red spider.

Red spider.

Four bedrooms. You could sign off on this before you quit.

What does Redback mean?

You want to know? Call the estate agent. Make an offer.

You're planting a live bomb in a crowded pub.

It won't be live.

We don't have to lose.

How?

Theoretically, the voting system could be hacked.

I think what you just said could put you in prison.

We've planted a bomb in The Skanda pub.

Kelvin, get fucking in!

The bomb went off.

This is on you.

What happened? We just got here.

I can't tell you anything.

I killed them. I killed all those people.

And there was a girl in there. She smiled at me.

No!

Something's odd?

Yes. It's the rubber seal that holds the shot tube.

Why is there two?

I know who betrayed me.

Who betrayed you?

Beatrice, you made it!

You're not dressed for dinner, though.

Well, I'm technically still at work. I need to eat and run.

Yeah. All right.

Well...

It won't take long. We're just in here.

-Beatrice. -Beatrice.

What's this? The 00 Supper Club?

Welcome.

-Cheers. -Welcome.

Well, I really can't stay long.

Just one drink. Come on.

Come on, Beatrice! One for the road.

-Just one. Welcome. -Thanks.

New blood.

-Hear, hear. -Cheers.

Welcome, Beatrice.

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I thought we'd done with Alexander Kutiev.

No one can spend this long researching Hoovers.

Yeah, I didn't sign up for this.

Here you go.

Keys.

For the invisible spy car you signed up to drive.

What have you got?

We've been over Kutiev's online comms. Twice.

Maybe he was bluffing about Redback.

To get a swank house.

Then why did Adamov kill him?

-Anything you find... -Run it by William.

The coroner forged the report from the bombing.

I'm in his office looking at it.

Two types of explosives, Amatex and Amatol.

Beatrice, maybe.

I don't think Temple Laird killed himself.

Yes, but I know how to get under her skin.

Hello.

Is it more retro porn?

It's a dating website.

Check Kutiev's username.

-What is it? -Mighty Lancer.

He went to private message.

If we can get into the server...

And we have hit the mother lode!

Endless cringe with Zara.

Artificially generated cringe.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa! Back, back, back, back, back!

"Redback." Who is it?

Buried treasure.

This is what we signed up for.

Hey.

What's going on?

Marcus and Declan have had a breakthrough on a dating website.

Yeah?

Fuck! This machine! It's worse than the old one.

I ask for hot water, it gives me coffee.

Come on, I'm pregnant.

What?

Have you ever been pregnant?

You two.

Kutiev accessed this dating site over 70 times.

Username: Mighty Lancer.

He only ever interacted with a Zara.

I hacked their private messages.

I hope you cleaned your desk afterwards.

Declan spotted it.

What, this is your evidence?

This is an indication that Redback is an individual.

Perhaps someone close to the PM...

No, no. Redback is the code name for a terror attack on British soil.

Or an attack coordinated by Redback.

Who is it?

We're really going to let this dictate our strategy?

Do we have a log-in location for this Zara?

Zara spoofed the IP address.

We're working on the VPN relay points now.

Excellent work. Thank you.

Thanks, everyone.

Keep at it. No diversions.

You heard him.

They didn't even ask themselves if it was a plant.

Anybody wanna know how I can spoof an IP address?

Their strategy's a leap backwards.

Further away from where we need to be.

Further away from Torben?

That...

Gavriil Sergov...

Yeah?

DSAs have picked something up.

Your father knows him.

In what capacity?

That's all I have. Sorry.

Was it William that suggested you should get rid of it?

Get rid of what?

Of the pregnancy.

No, of course not.

No, I couldn't even... It... It wasn't the right time.

I was 22.

You know, the job. I... I wasn't gonna have a baby.

Never will.

You don't think you're capable?

Some people just aren't.

Come.

Katrine said you know him. Gavriil Sergov.

Everyone knows Gavriil Sergov, darling.

We bump into each other at the Crimea Club.

If our paths cross, he asks me how I am and I tell him.

And then I ask him how he is,

and he tells me about his gout or some other medieval ailment.

So, tell Miss Poulsen,

when I say no diversions, I mean no diversions.

I want to know why you're not looking for the guy I saw.

Sorry, Miss Vilfort. We have.

He walked into The Skanda pub. He left just before the bomb.

This guy was inside for, like, two minutes.

That doesn't appear strange to you?

We've taken 22 witness statements.

Nobody else saw this individual.

I spoke to him!

We understand you sustained concussion in the blast.

You're still undergoing treatment for your symptoms.

Nausea, dizziness...

I didn't imagine him!

Miss Vilfort, the individual responsible for the bomb...

Laird isn't the man I saw and you can't make me say he is!

Adam?

Yeah?

I just had a message from Holly.

Someone she knows died in that bomb.

What?

Well, a friend of a friend.

But she's going to the funeral.

Well, she'll... She'll wanna come with us.

-Hold on... -No, no.

First, her mother died. And now this.

Can we, for once, not rush at things?

Hey, think about everything that you've been through.

That you're still in the middle of.

Besides everything else, the press will be out in force.

Yeah, well, they won't know who she is.

Well, it doesn't take a lot to join the dots.

And what happens if she isn't yours?

Hi.

I just heard from Etta what happened.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

I'm okay.

Yeah, but one of your friends. It's just awful.

I thought I should let you know, that's all.

Well, we should probably discuss how we manage it.

The funeral, I mean.

I didn't...

I didn't mean I'd come with you. I'm only going to support Ava.

Why don't you come with us? I'll arrange it.

What would you say to people? We haven't even had the DNA results.

And I'd prefer to go with Ava.

Sorry, Adam. Someone's trying to get through.

No, no. Of course. You go.

But just let us know if you need anything.

Sure. Bye, then.

Excuse me. Would you mind taking a photograph?

Sure.

All these!

Thank you.

Were you tailed?

We're safe here.

Tyana, go play for a while, OK? Mummy will be back soon.

Jelena, she's gorgeous.

How old is she?

She's almost five.

So, you were pregnant last time I saw you?

Yeah.

You're too thin, darling. What are they doing to you?

They make me work!

Swines. I'll send you cake. Russian honey cake...

- Yes! - ...moist with Malibu.

They won't let you get it through customs.

I'll hide it in microfilm.

It is so good to see you.

I wanted a holiday.

And Tianna was very keen to see the Salisbury Cathedral.

Also, I have information.

Right.

Come on. I could have got that to you 100 ways.

I wanted to see you.

Sorry. It's my boss.

Hello.

Smistoff och Mnuchin?

Smistoff and Mnuchin are Copenhagen-based, aren't they?

My boss wants a body moved and he wants deniability.

Okay. When you get those coordinates, can you send them to me?

You think it's Torben Jensen? No.

This is my information.

Our intel has Torben Jensen in London.

He's in contact with the bias link to Daesh.

I'm gonna have to call this in.

Tianna!

Tianna!

That's all I've got.

My contact will be in touch if and when an action is imminent.

I promised Tianna we'd go to the zoo.

Can I come?

No, I'm only joking.

This is the life we've chosen.

Tyana, wave good-bye.

Bye.

Yes?

I'm preparing spatchcock poussin.

Inviting the team over for a working lunch.

I'm part of the team?

You're not a vegan or anything, are you?

No. I was actually just about to get a ham sandwich.

I'll send the address over. 1:30.

Ogilvy just invited me over.

I'll mention it and see how he reacts. Yeah?

We all have something that betrays us, even William Ogilvy.

Allright.

Noomi, I understand your brother worked in The Skanda pub.

Yeah. Niels was a chef.

He'd just started working there.

It's very hard.

Especially as no one seems interested

in what really happened to my brother.

Noomi, thank you for sharing your tragic story.

Especially as no one seems interested

in what really happened to my brother.

Great.

At 2:00 p.m. you have the first of the funerals.

This one for victim Hannah Moya.

-Security as low-key as possible. -Is that wise?

The terror threat, where it is. Low-key is going to be...

There are some funerals before Hannah Moya.

The Jedburgh Free Baptist Church.

There was an issue.

A few of the families didn't want you there.

How many?

Six.

That's five that will have you. It's not too shabby.

And what about the Niels Vilfort funeral?

No instructions either way on that one.

Maybe the family just wanted some privacy.

Just go to the five that won't kick you out.

It'll demonstrate empathy.

You were opposed to this.

I slept on it.

And it's actually going to play brilliantly with the No vote.

It's true. The poll indicated a lot of support.

I'm not trying to score political capital here.

I simply want to pay my respects.

Exactly. I mean, it'll be very moving.

We will ensure the reporters keep a respectful distance.

Do you think we can keep them out?

We can try.

This is completely unfair on the families!

I'll go to the bomb site instead.

One visit.

I won't turn these people's grief into a circus.

Okay.

So, say, you contact Noomi Vilfort.

What do you say to her?

You haven't thought this through.

I fucked up, that's what I tell her.

I don't know how.

Exactly! You don't know how!

And I didn't mean to, all right, but I killed her brother.

And ten other people.

The police have their version, all right? Laird planted the bomb.

Laird killed himself. Case closed.

No, that's a fat fucking lie!

The truth is we don't fucking know what happened,

so how is that gonna help this young woman?

No, you... you only care about yourself.

I sacrificed every fucking principle I have to protect you,

so don't fucking go there.

I took out Laird to save you a public enquiry.

You fucking did that to save your own skin!

And those deaths, they are on both of us.

I fucking should've let you die.

Who are you?

He doesn't leave this room unaccompanied.

Fuck!

What do you think this means?

"If we'd have gone to Skanda half an hour earlier..."

She was gonna be at that pub.

Why didn't she tell us?

Call her when you get to Scotland.

No, he won't be taking questions afterwards, no.

It never stops, does it?

I had a strategy with Adam and Zac at uni.

We'd always argue about which bars to go to.

I didn't like the uni bar. Too many students for me.

But Adam and Zac, well, they loved it, of course. Cheap beer.

So, I spent the entire time convincing them

that the lovely little pub in town was actually their idea all along.

Good tactic.

It's a strategy that women have deployed for ever.

Am I right?

I guess so, yeah.

You didn't want Adam to go to the funerals, did you?

I did.

Like I said, the poll's favorable.

Well, don't get me wrong. I'm grateful.

I just wonder about your motivation.

Etta, I think you're crediting me with a lot more power

than I actually have over Zac and Adam.

I know about tweaking the referendum results.

You got it all wrong.

We joke about all sorts.

Zac suggested nuking the Isle of Man. It relieves the pressure.

Okay. It was a joke.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Gavriil Sergov.

Found a number of these in your cellar.

Hit the jackpot in locker 442.

Gavriil Sergov,

you're under arrest on suspicion of supplying class A drugs.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention, when questioned, something...

I'd like to make a call.

There's nothing but dead ends!

Bollocks!

Zara's more intelligent than she looks.

That's gender stereotyping, Marcus.

She used Tor, AKA the onion router.

Declan speaking.

U.S. Naval research lab toys. Untraceable node routing.

I know what Tor is, Marcus.

Levi? Beatrice.

Beatrice.

It's open!

Through here.

-Hello. -Hello!

I'm early?

No, you're exactly on time. The others are a bit delayed.

Is Beatrice coming?

That's funny. That's what she asked.

You haven't fallen out, have you?

We're not kids.

She doesn't make friends easily.

It's interesting that you've won her trust.

Trust is a bit strong.

Well, take your coat off. You just passed the dining room.

We're not waiting?

Nah. Fuck 'em.

Go through.

Why would Sergov call you in for a drugs raid?

Must have hit it off more than I thought.

And he says he's got evidence for my eyes only.

This has to be you and me.

I'm flattered, but this is Levi Nichols, my section chief.

He's less appealing than your Danish friend.

Why did you call?

I have information you're going to be interested in.

I want all charges against myself and my associates dropped.

Why would we do that?

-What shall we drink to? -To the friendship of nations.

And to the peaceful skies above our heads.

Red spider.

Your father is working for Moscow.

Who is Redback?

Yeah. Anytime.

Cheers.

William left the office a couple of hours ago.

-You can't call him. -Yes, I can.

We need a search warrant,

and authorization to bring him in for voluntary questioning.

The police forensics can fine-tooth his home.

We need to do this by the book.

Sterile corridors, 'cause I need you to be above suspicion.

Levi, that video is not evidence.

We don't know that. Drop the call.

Drop the call.

Let's go.

Take a seat.

What's up with this medieval shit?

That's Gregorian chant.

Tunes the mind to the alpha waves.

Encourages a relaxed mental state.

Behold the spatchcock.

So, you see, we split the bird down the middle.

Flatten it out,

put a skewer through.

And season with the herbs of Provence.

There's no one else coming, is there?

Thank you all for coming.

Niels would have really appreciated it.

I...

I wanted to say...

I don't want darkness and hate to have the last word.

At Grandad's funeral, someone said

that he'd lived at least five lives in his 68 years.

It seems to me that Niels was only just beginning his second life.

He had a new job and a girlfriend,

a country that he loved.

The last time I saw my brother,

I, I nagged him about the recycling,

and he said to...

He said, "Nooms, you don't have to worry about me anymore."

I don't know what to do if I'm not worrying about Niels.

I don't know who I am without him.

I thought you weren't coming.

It didn't feel right not being here.

Why are you here?

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you, Miss Vilfort.

Your loss must be unbearable.

I'm just here to support my daughter.

So...

You're a clever woman, Katrine. Game this for me.

An officer has valuable intel.

You have something to trade. How do you begin negotiations?

Probably talk about torturing chickens.

What if this officer couldn't give up any valuable intel?

Why would that be?

Because she didn't have any.

Well, that would be a refusal to trade.

Consequences would ensue.

If she doesn't drown, then she must be a witch.

I have a rule in this house. No phones at the table.

Put it back.

Pick up your knife and fork.

Eating for two.

From what I've understood,

Niels sounded like a remarkable young man.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

Well, my heart goes out to you, Miss Vilfort.

You and everyone else who's been scarred

by this appalling tragedy.

That's him.

Halt!

Stop! Don't move!

Halt! Stop!

Move it! Put your hands on your head!

Stop moving!

Put your hands of your head!

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

On the ground!

Stop moving!

Halt! Stay where you are!

Suspect down. Move! Everybody move!

All right.

Let's imagine that this agent is refusing to cooperate.

How does one deal with that?

Splatter her brains across the Farrow & Ball wallpaper?

That's quite a risk.

I agree.

Although as director of Strategy,

one does have a number of resources at one's disposal.

An ex with a grudge could surface, or a dangerous Russian.

The agent in question could simply disappear.

I'm going to walk out of here.

And we can forget this lunch ever happened.

Well, I didn't have you down as reckless.

Work could call me back to Denmark and you'd never have to see me again.

Now, you know I can't allow that to happen.

It's a pity to see you go, Katrine.

It really is a terrible waste.

Walk.

Well...

This is awkward.

Here they are.

You missed lunch.

So, what's going on?

We need you to come in for questioning.

On what grounds?

Some serious allegations...

I'm talking to my daughter!

Dad, look, we can't disclose it here.

Just...

Fine.

Can we finish our lunch?

They've got a warrant. If you don't go voluntarily now,

they'll take you out in cuffs.

The neighbors would love that.

Dad, please.

Don't plead, Beatrice. It doesn't suit you.

Look at you, all puffed up.

Dunning-Kruger personified.

Come on. Let's get this over with.

Yes? Beatrice Ogilvy.

No, no.

Fuck! No!

Kelvin's been killed!

Secure house.

Keep anybody out.

And keep anybody in.

He will get away with it. The privileged, they always do.

Well, me and especially you

would have been pepper-sprayed and Tasered.

What are you doing here?

I was invited.

Whatever you think you have on him,

William Ogilvy will walk,

and when he does, he'll be coming for you.

Copenhagen's been investigating him. That's why I was here.

I can help you, but you need to trust me.

We'll talk.

They thought Kelvin was going for the PM.

He just wanted to talk to Noomi Vilfort.

What are you doing here?

William thinks I'm withholding information about Redback.

-Well, are you? -What are you gonna do about Vilfort?

She'd have seen Kelvin.

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Well, better coming from me.

I mean, she's Danish. I can close it off.

Fine, yeah.

Why would you help me?

I had lunch with your father.

It just made me wonder what it was like for you,

growing up with a man like that.

And to the peaceful skies above our heads.

Redback.

How do you know Gavriil Sergov?

I've spent 30 years building contacts,

assessing who may hold significant intelligence.

Why are you toasting Redback?

To take the temperature in the room.

To gauge reaction.

Gauging reactions? You're not playing bridge.

You really think privilege makes you immune, innit?

Is that what's festering in your head?

Promoting me was a fucking experiment.

Put a wasp and a bee in the same jar.

Watch your daughter and me sting each other to death, yeah?

You're not even close.

You don't fucking tell me anything, William!

What was I, your backstop?

I'd be so in awe that I couldn't bring you down.

Levi...

You don't have the faintest fucking idea.

Levi...

Sorry.

They found more evidence.

We believe Mr. Ogilvy has committed an offense

prejudicial to the safety of the state.

The man that was shot, Kelvin Cruickshanks,

he didn't detonate the bomb. But you did see him at Skanda.

So why did the police lie to me?

The police didn't know that he was MI5.

Agent, undercover in a terror cell.

He heard a rumour that someone placed a bomb in Skanda.

So he went to find it.

He didn't find it and he couldn't blow his cover.

He was obviously wrong.

And that haunted him.

So he didn't go to the funeral.

He wanted to attack the primeminister. I saw him.

No, he came to talk to you.

Now you know the truth.

Beatrice, they're arresting your father.

Take your hands off me.

What? No.

I said take your fucking hands off me!

Dad?

Call my lawyer.

Come round for supper later.

He's here voluntarily. What's changed?

He's being charged under the Official Secrets Act.

What...? Levi, talk to me. What...?

I don't know the details.

Yeah, this is Levi Nichols.

Put me through to Vauxhall Cross urgently.

God, Levi, he's been framed.

He fought for this country his whole life.

Yes, I'll hold. You can't visit him.

What?

On remand, you can't visit him.

Look, just put down the fucking phone and talk to me!

Of course it's difficult to accept.

He has put this job before you every single day of your life.

If that's a lie...

you've got nothing.

Yeah, this is Levi Nichols speaking.

William Ogilvy's been arrested.

Official Secrets.

Russia.

Yes, ma'am. That's what I was about to suggest.

Yes, ma'am.

We're pulling all our agents out of Russia with immediate effect.

Right. Boys, we've got some arrangements to make.

I want a list of all agents we currently have in the field.

Heard about William.

What can we do?

Right now?

I don't think you can do anything.

I'll let my father know that you asked.

Is any of it true?

Have they interrogated Sergov?

He says you're working for Russia.

I strongly advised you not to visit him,

and you ignored me!

So, who was threatening you?

Apart from you, no one.

Like I predicted, Daesh London have the biofuels.

Torben Jensen?

The attack is planned for tonight.

Jelena put her life in our hands, all right? You promised her time.

So, let hundreds die to save one life?

Look, I can't lose another agent.

When you get out, anything you want,

call me and it's yours.

Somebody take her phone and PDA.

I want her in a secure area until this is over.

You want me to bring him in?

Preferably alive.

Yes, we have an agent in Toshino Park.

She is in grave danger.

The coordinates are for Copenhagen,

about half a mile from where Katrine Poulsen was living.

We shouldn't have been in Denmark in the first place.

This needs to go to the Foreign Office.

Fuck the Foreign Office and fuck you.

This is Redback.

As sure as night follows day.

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