All language subtitles for Slow.Horses.S04E06.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

[sirens wailing]

[radio chatter]

[sirens continue]

[car beeping]

- [ears ringing]
- [sound distorting]

[officer 1, distorted]
Are you able to stand?

Stand up for me, please.

Stand up slowly, put your hands
where I can see them,

and you'll be escorted to the paramedics.

- [ringing continues]
- Thank you, Emma.

[breathes deeply]

[phone rings]

[Diana] What the hell happened?
We lost you and the escort.

- Hello?
- The convoy was attacked. Four Dogs down.

How many men in the attack team?

One.

One? One man killed four Dogs?

Yes, ma'am.

Who is he?

I don't know. Um...

he was in the photo I sent to Giti.

Yes, I saw that.

- Ma'am, I sent the photo because--
- Which one was he?

Which one was he?

The younger one.

Where'd you get the photo?

Cartwright. He found it in France.

Put him on.

Can't, ma'am. He was taken.

Find a medic. Get yourself seen to.

It's one of the cold bodies in the photo.

He's taken Cartwright.

[Claude] So this attack was just
to spring Cartwright?

- No, we can't assume that.
- What else does it look like?

For God's sake. He just killed four of our
men and walked off with Cartwright.

What other conclusion is there?

Expand the CCTV search.

I want to know where they went,

and I want the suspect in a bag
and Cartwright in an interrogation cell.

Scratch that. I'm sorry.
Actually... [stammers]

...shoot to kill authorized
on Cartwright too.

[staff murmuring]

- That order is my order to give, and I--
- Excuse me.

I'm assuming operational control.

Shoot to kill authorized
on River Cartwright.

Hello. Back to work, everyone. Thank you.

Jesus.

What the hell are you doing?

Listen, every single one
of these cold bodies

has turned out to be a homicidal maniac.

We can't afford to take any chances.
We know what they're capable of.

- We just lost four men!
- And you want to kill another one?

We don't know he's ours anymore, do we?

This is wrong, Claude.

Yeah, well, if I'm wrong, one man dies.
If you're wrong,

God alone knows
what the potential body count might be.

So, this is my decision.

[engine rumbling]

[breathing heavily]

[engine stops]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Out.

[patrons chattering]

[moody music playing]

[breathes deeply]

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Son.

["Strange Game" playing]

[Frank] So...

when did you realize?

[River] I saw a painting on the wall
at Les Arbres.

And it looked identical
to the pictures on the cards

that my mother sent me for my seventh,
eighth and ninth birthdays.

They stopped after that.

So it made me think
she must've been there.

But I couldn't work out why.

Well, she was there for me.

Right. [mouthing word] Yeah.

Were you ever in love?

She was.

Right.

So you just what?

You used her to breed
your own private army?

I was using her to secure funds and means.

What does that mean?

Maybe you should ask your grandfather.

What do you want from me?

What is it that you expect me to do here?

Well, I thought it was time to check in.

Right.

I wanna see if you're happy
with the way your life is going.

My life? The one
that you tried to end in France?

Oh, come on. Don't take it personally.

I was scorching the earth.

- You interrupted me.
- Mmm.

If I hadn't been shot at
by that fuck, Victor,

we'd have had the conversation
we're having now.

I don't want a conversation with you.

I don't want fucking anything
to do with you.

- I want you locked up.
- Well, you'd have to catch me first.

And you're not as good as me.

Although, you could be.

I'd like to offer you a job.

- A job?
- Yeah.

[inhales sharply]

Well, I already have a job...

- and you're a fucking maniac.
- Ah, you're stuck.

You're unappreciated.

- Am I?
- Yeah, but I can see potential.

You did pretty good at St. Pancras.

You were there, were you?

Yeah.

And I was hoping for a meeting
sooner than this.

You evaded three agents.

You're good on your feet,

but you need to learn
to think counterintuitively.

When you're the target, attack.
When you're being pursued, stand still.

If someone offers you their hand,
you show them your fist.

I feel like I'm at a TED talk.

You carry a lot of negative energy around.

[both chuckle]

What did your mother tell you about me?

That you abandoned her
when she was pregnant.

And that you--
Then you died in a car crash.

Well, I mean, here I am.
I'm sorry she lied to you.

- Oh, I forgive her. Mmm.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

And I'm sorry she left you with your
grandfather as your male role model.

Jesus Christ, kept like a pet
by that old fossil.

Look, truly, and I do really hope this
doesn't come as a shock to you,

but I really don't have any regrets
about not being raised a child soldier.

Oh, it's a great way to guarantee loyalty.

You start the training young,
you have a near-invincible squad.

Up until one of them goes mad
and blows up a shopping center, of course.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yves wasn't declaring war
on the West, was he?

No, he was declaring war on you.

Yeah. If Yves hadn't died,

I would have had to kill him
for how badly he fucked things up.

You taught Yves to be a killer
from the moment he could crawl.

[Frank] Mmm.

And you-- you don't think
that's what could make him crack?

Some people can't take the pressure.

I think you could.

Although your lack of focus
seems to be another issue.

Come on, I'm trying to spend
some quality time here,

while you play with your phone
under the table.

Come on, hand it over.

Who'd you call?

Childline.

[laughing]

Nice.

Well...

I just hope you're not too attached
to anyone who might show up.

- There's some more stairs.
- Mmm.

There. Okay.

- I'm going to make you a cup of tea.
- No, uh, kettle's just boiled.

- I'll do it. I--
- [Catherine] No, it's okay. I--

- [Moira] David.
- Mm-hmm?

[Moira] David?

- Who are you?
- Moira Tregorian.

We overlapped at the Park,
but I was very junior then.

I'll get you some tea,

and then you can make yourself
comfortable up in her office.

I don't work here anymore.

[Moira] Nor do I for much longer.
I shall be back where I belong.

Where's Mr. Lamb?

He's gone to search for Chapman.
Checking on him.

Well, Sam will want to know
that David's safe.

Sam has bigger things to worry about.

[Moira] He was his bagman.

- I know.
- Catherine, did you, um--

Hi. Uh... [stammers]
...d-did you give me a missed call?

[Catherine] I told you River has my phone.

- River. Where is he?
- [Louisa] Shit.

- [Catherine] Call him again.
- Where's my boy?

- He switched it off again.
- [stammers] What--

- Okay, I'm gonna get Ho to trace it.
- [stammers]

[Catherine] Yes. Uh, David...

- [stammers]
- ...this way.

[Roddy chuckles]

Check this out. Call the others down,
they're gonna wanna see it.

- Trace Catherine's phone.
- She's upstairs.

Guys, live-action replay
happening down here!

River has Catherine's phone.
He just called and then switched it off.

Look, I can trace where it was
when he called you

- but it will take a while.
- [Marcus] What?

River's convoy got attacked
by our favorite psycho.

What the fuck?

[Marcus] He just dropped
two of those Dogs.

[Roddy] I know,
and then he busts River out,

which means the Park
have now issued a shoot to kill.

[Louisa] Jesus Christ. Where is that?

It's on Gresham Street.

Find out where he's taken him.

- Where are you going?
- [Marcus] Back shortly.

We might be sitting targets here.

- [Marcus] That's why I'm going.
- What, to avoid being a target?

- [door closes]
- I'm back on the market, by the way.

- What?
- Sex market.

It turns out Kim didn't exist.

[Shirley] What's the stuff that's too
embarrassing for you to say out loud?

[door buzzing]

[Dancer] You're back quick.
Got another item for me?

Mmm.

I need it back.

It's all there, three grand.

Oh, no. I-I bought it for three,

- I'm selling it for five.
- Well, I haven't got five.

- I've only got the three.
- Well, I don't do discounts.

Look, I can bring it back tomorrow.

- What am I, a gun librarian?
- I'm just asking to postpone the deal.

- Oh, we already did the deal.
- Well, undo it then. Don't be a prick.

I operate on a very simple
business principle.

I sell items for more than I bought them.

I'm sure you've encountered this before.

Standard business practice.

Where the fuck am I supposed to find
two extra grand?

Ooh, there's a bookie's next door.

Now piss off.

[sirens wailing]

[radio chatter]

[Flyte sighs]

[Louisa] Hey.

You were outside
Catherine Standish's flat.

Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that. Um--

- Why have the Park ordered a shoot to--
- You're Service?

- Slough House.
- Oh, you fucking people.

Okay, why have the Park got
a shoot-to-kill order against River?

- Not my decision.
- Well, has he done anything

- that indicated he was a threat?
- No. He was more concerned

- about the threat to his grandfather.
- So then rescind it.

- You're head of the Dogs.
- Already queried it with Taverner.

- Whelan has overruled her.
- [phone ringing]

[mouthing words] The fuck? [normal] Hello?

Cartwright was near Granary Square
behind St. Pancras.

- Great, thanks.
- The Dogs are on their way there now.

Oh, shit. How did they find him?

They traced the car from Gresham Street,

a passerby saw a man
being let out of a boot.

Right, we need to get to St. Pancras now.
You need to stop your men.

- I can't overrule First Desk.
- Find a way.

Sam?

[knocks on door]

[door rattles]

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

[Moira] Sam, Moira here.

Same message as your mobile.

David is back at Slough House.

[breathing deeply]

[inhales deeply, sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[electronic voice]
You have one new message.

[Moira] Sam, it's Moira.

Just letting you know
David's safely back at Slough House.

[Frank] I have two train tickets
to Europe.

We can go. Start over.

Build a relationship, build a business.

What do you say?

Well, I'd say two things.

Um, fuck you, and stay away
from my grandfather.

You don't need to kill him.
He can't hurt you.

He can't hurt anyone anymore.

- Well, he can link me to Westacres.
- So can I.

[stammers] Look, River,
this is a rapidly evolving situation.

I am under pressure from a client.

I am under pressure from the authorities.

I need to close this down.

Strictly speaking, as you've just
pointed out, that now includes you.

I was hoping you'd come on board with me,
which helps me out.

And then I wouldn't have to kill you,
which helps you out.

If you wanted to kill me,
you wouldn't have brought me here

to a public place, would you?

You know, in my experience,
killing someone in public

is a lot easier than luring them
to some deserted spot,

'cause that only raises their suspicions.

I brought you here
so we could talk mano a mano

and you could hear my pitch.

And then if you turn it down,
which, disappointingly, you have,

I lean toward you,

and... [clicks tongue] ...I slit
your femoral artery under the table.

And by the time you fall off your
chair dead in 40 or 50 seconds,

I'm off across the square heading
for the train, and all eyes are on you.

Not on me.

Oh, is someone coming? For you?

Hmm?

Don't think you're gonna make your train.

Up you get.

[Marcus sniffs, sighs]

[Shirley] Where have you been?

I've got it back, all right?

What about your debt?

[sighs] I needed more to buy it back
than what I sold it for.

But luckily, the right horse came in.

So I've got the gun back
and the house is safe. Win, win.

- So you gambled?
- I had to gamble.

Course you did. It's a disease.
You can't help yourself.

- Projecting much?
- Fuck you.

[blasts]

- [blasts]
- [gasps] Oh.

- Is that a gun?
- No.

[David] Yes.

[Catherine breathes deeply]

Come on along, David.

[gun clicks]

What?

[Roddy gasps, grunts]

[panting, grunting]

[Marcus] Go! Go, go! Move!

- [officer 1] Stop. Police!
- [Frank] Don't do anything stupid.

- [River] He is armed.
- [officers clamoring]

- Okay, okay, whoa.
- [Frank] Don't come any closer.

[officer 2] Put your weapons down!

- Easy, easy.
- [officer 3] Put your gun down!

- He's armed.
- Back off, or I shoot him.

I don't know where the other guy is.

[Dog 1] MI5, put your fucking guns down!
Put your guns down now!

[Flyte] Lower your weapons!
Put your guns down!

Put your guns down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Calm down! Easy!

Oh, sh-- [pants]

Oh, shit. [grunts]

[Catherine] All right, that's it.
That's it.

[Moira screams] Oh!

[breathes shakily]

[Roddy] Shit.

[grunts] Shit. [pants]

- [groans] I've been hit.
- [Catherine] Put it back.

We need a gun.

There's one in the desk.

- Third drawer down on the left.
- [Roddy] I've been shot.

- No, calm down.
- Don't let me bleed out.

- Calm down.
- I don't wanna die.

[David groans] It's locked. Oh, my God.

- I don't wanna die.
- The key's on the mantelpiece.

- [stammers] Shall I help? [panting]
- [Catherine] Let me see. Let me see.

- God, I've dropped the bloody thing now.
- Oh, God. Oh, no. It's just by your foot.

[Flyte] Put your gun down!
Lower your weapon!

Put your guns down! That's an order!

- He's not a threat! He is a hostage!
- [River] What-- what is she saying?

[Flyte] Put your gun down.
That's a direct order from me.

[Dog 2] He's going to First Desk.

[Flyte] Lower your weapons!

Put your weapons down!

- What is she saying?
- [Louisa] To lower their weapons.

Don't lower-- Keep them up!
He's got a gun!

- There's a shoot to kill out on you.
- What?

- Why the f--
- Grenade!

[Dog 3] Grenade!

- [gunfire]
- [all clamoring]

[Louisa] River!

It's in my jacket! It's in my jacket!

- Get the jacket off. Just-- Hold on.
- I've got it.

- River, stop it! Come here!
- Get off of me!

- Move your hands out the way!
- Just please get the fuck away!

- Louisa, just get the fuck away.
- Get your hands out the--

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[River pants]

- [Roddy groaning] Is it bad?
- Oh.

It's just a scratch.
It's not even from a bullet.

- [Roddy] It's not a scratch.
- [David] There it is.

- [Moira] Okay, here it is.
- [Roddy] I don't wanna die.

- [Catherine] Who's down there?
- Some big fucker with a gun.

The guy that took out the Dog convoy.

[Moira] It won't open. It won't open.

- Jiggle it to the left.
- [gunfire]

Oh, you do it! You do it! [panting]

- [Moira] Right, is it-- is it loaded?
- Give it to me! I can work it.

- [Moira] I don't know if it's loaded.
- Don't-- No, don't-- Oh.

- Ah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!
- [David] Oh, you bloody fool!

Well, we can't stay here.
We're sitting ducks.

[Dog 4]
Cartwright shoot to kill rescinded.

All units searching for primary target.
IC1 male.

Why do you always run off by yourself,
trying to be a hero?

- [Dog 5] Out the way!
- It's more complicated than that.

- Can we not do this now, please, okay?
- I-- What--

I'll explain everything--

Wait, wait, wait, no, wait, no, no, no.

No, he's heading to the station.

- The station!
- [Dog 6] All right. Move, move!

[gunfire]

[panting]

Not the time to make tea,
you fucking weirdo!

[grunts]

[Patrice screams, groans]

[Marcus, Shirley panting]

[clamoring]

[Louisa] Get out the way!

[Dog 7] Get out the way, move! Move!

[Marcus] Move, move, move.

[panting]

- Move!
- What the--

[groans]

[screaming]

[groans]

[beeping]

- [David] Here, come.
- [Catherine] No, David.

- [David] Come on.
- [Catherine] No, this way.

[David] No, no, no, no, no,
I-- I don't want to go into hiding.

- You'll be safe down here.
- We're not hiding.

We'll set an ambush. Just like the
old days, yeah? Come on, just sit down.

- [pants, scoffs]
- It's ready. It's ready.

- No, there's two bullets missing.
- Yeah, well, three is enough.

You cannot risk firing that
with a-an empty chamber. Keep looking.

- [clamoring]
- [Dog 8] MI5, clear a path!

Move! Get out the way! Move!

- [Louisa] Keep going.
- [Dog 9] MI5 coming through. Move!

[River] Move!

[clamoring]

[Marcus] Go!

- [JK grunts]
- Fuck.

[grunts]

[Shirley pants]

[JK grunts]

[Marcus sighs]

[panting]

[Marcus pants]

[softly] Go, go, go.

- Did you get him?
- [pants] Yeah, but he's still out there.

We've got Lamb's gun,
but there's a bullet missing.

Look, I'm going back out there.
Block this door and stay low.

- Give me the gun. I'm a better shot.
- I've already got him once.

[Shirley] I saved your arse before.
I can do it again.

Shirley, I got this.

[both breathe heavily]

Move!

[breathing shakily]

One floor! Move. move.

[Dogs clamoring]

[exhales shakily]

- [gun fires]
- [gasps]

Gun.

- Gun!
- Okay. Ooh. [stammers]

- [gun cocks]
- [panting]

[panting]

[panting]

[breathing shakily]

[Catherine, Moira exclaim]

- [Patrice grunts]
- [empty chamber clicking]

- [Shirley breathing heavily]
- [Moira whimpering]

I found it.

- [Patrice screams, pants]
- [Moira screams, whimpers]

- [Jackson grunts]
- [groans]

[grunting]

[Patrice groaning]

[Shirley, Jackson panting]

[stammers] No, don't. D-Don't! [pants]

[breathing heavily]

[sniffles, sighs]

[panting]

[exhaling heavily]

[sniffles, exhales heavily]

What was it again? [pants]

When you're being pursued, stand still.

[pants, sniffs]

[breathing heavily]

Good job, Son.

You just put a grenade in my hood.

Don't fucking "Son" me.

[Louisa] He's gone this way.

[Flyte] River?

[Louisa] He's gone down there.
Right there.

Okay.

[River sighs]

- I'll take the later train.
- [Flyte] Shut up.

[sighs, sniffs]

[panting]

Who the fuck is that? [panting]

My dad.

[sighing]

[breathing heavily]

[Jackson, Catherine straining]

[both panting]

- Handcuffs.
- I beg your pardon.

- Second drawer down. In the desk. [pants]
- [phone buzzing, ringing]

[pants] Yeah?

[Molly] You need to see something. Now.

[Jackson pants] Where are you?

- Home.
- Yeah...

[stammers] ...sit tight. I'm on my way.

- [pants] Cartwright?
- Oh, he's in the bathroom.

[Jackson pants]

I'm gonna call the Park.

If he gets himself free, shoot him.

Somewhere soft, so he bleeds out.

[breathing heavily]

- [David] What's happening?
- [shushes]

[knocking on door]

[Catherine] David, you can come out now.

Should we go out?

[sighs] Let's give it a moment.
It could be a trap.

[Catherine] David.

- Well, sit down. Sit down.
- What?

Um... [stammers] ...I'm fine.

[Patrice breathes deeply]

[Catherine] Roddy?
Oh, why aren't they answering?

- [knocking]
- David?

David?

- Shall I... [stammers]
- [Catherine] David?

- ...make some tea?
- [JK] There's no kettle.

- [Catherine] Coe.
- Oh, I'll order a new one.

Ho-- Are you all right?

Shirley, Shirley, Shirley,
don't, don't! Don't.

- Don't kill him!
- Yeah. I've killed men before.

- While they were chained to a radiator?
- Step outside.

Look at Marcus
with his head up the fucking ceiling

- and tell me I shouldn't do it.
- [grunts] Do it. Do it!

You kill him like this,
you-you might never sleep again.

- [inhales shakily] No.
- [JK] It won't help.

[Shirley breathing shakily]
No, no, I think it will.

[JK] Marcus wouldn't want this.

What the fuck
would you know what Marcus wanted?

That he loved you,
and he wanted you to love yourself.

[breathing shakily]

[grunts]

[Shirley breathing heavily]

[breathing shakily]

- [gun fires]
- [Catherine screams]

[breathes shakily] No.

[Catherine breathing shakily]

[sighs]

[music playing through earbuds]

Do you want me to come in there with you?

No.

[Frank] Oh, hey.
You're here to take my food order?

Mr. Harkness,
I'm Diana Taverner, Second Desk.

I know who you are.
You're here to take my food order.

No, I'm not.

Oh.

Well, then I don't see
what else we have to talk about.

Are there any more of your assets
in the field?

You mean any more bad guys out there?

No, I'll be rebuilding.

You know my son River, right?

- Our paths have crossed.
- Yeah.

Well, I offered
to take him off your hands.

He's not a good fit in this organization,

hence his presence
in that-- that sewage farm of yours.

But I think I can make something of him.

So if you want to fire him,
I'd approve, you know,

as his father... [stammers]
...or as his prospective employer.

- Mr. Harkness...
- Yeah?

...why can't you grasp
that it's over for you?

Well, forgive me, Ms. Taverner,

but pretty soon you're about to find out
that it's all starting all over for me.

Mmm.

I mean, granted, I didn't expect this
little sojourn, but I left a fail-safe.

Never thought I'd have to use it,
but needs must.

Now, I don't suppose I could get a steak?

I need to eat before you let me go. Hmm?

Oh, this interrogation is far from over.

- Oh, is-is that what this is?
- [knocking on door]

- What?
- Sorry to interrupt.

- Something has come up.
- There you go.

Shall I come out with you now?

You ever looking to go freelance,
give me a call.

[grunts]

[chuckles]

He's in the kitchen.

[Jackson sighs]

[Diana] You drunk?

Uh, not really. [inhales deeply]

I'd invite you up to the office,

but there were two dead bodies
hanging about until about an hour ago.

[sighs] Yeah. It's a mess in here.

- [bottle thuds]
- No, I don't know.

- Lick of paint, it'd be fine.
- [rustling]

[Diana] These are addressed
to the Heads of Services.

[Jackson] Yeah, I know
Whelan's in charge, but he's not really.

I had a-a quick gander
at the one addressed to him.

The gist of it is you've got 12 hours
to let Harkness go.

And what happens in 12 hours?

[stammers] Well, these letters
go up on the web.

Harkness has been doing our dirty work
for us and our contemporaries for years.

Only Cartwright told him to piss off,
but once he retired we did it anyway.

You're gonna let him go
and then get some, um,

psycho Gulf prince off his case.

No, I'm not. I'm gonna
leave that honor to Whelan.

I'm sorry about Longridge.

I have set the wheels in motion
for his death-in-service payment.

- Five years' salary. No tax.
- No, ten years. He was operational.

Slough House is deskbound.

Well, I have managerial discretion.

It says so somewhere, but I can't
be arsed to find the paperwork.

Anyway, I sent Longridge
out on the street yesterday,

and until such time
I sign off on his field report,

he remains operational.

He qualifies
for the active agent increment.

That's ten years, not five.

Well, his family does.

- Money won't work where he's gone.
- Fine.

Who's gonna get your salary
when you keel over on the job?

A-Are you suggesting
a marriage of convenience?

So, if one of us cops it,
the other one cashes in?

I would rather die.

Are we winning? I hope so. Looking good.

[chuckles]

Hello, Moira.

Gosh, uh... [chuckles]
...it's good to see you. How have you been?

Very well, thank you, sir.

- Do you have a moment?
- Don't, actually.

- I've got a call to make. So we'll have--
- No, I've had someone move that.

You're free.

[stammers]

- So-- How did you, uh--
- Fellow called Roddy Ho, very helpful.

He showed me who Galahad was
on the police duty logs.

Do you want to continue
this conversation here?

No, no, not really.
Why don't-- Why don't you come inside?

[clears throat] Lovely.

Um, would you like
a cup of coffee or some te--

Maybe some biscuits?
We can send out for any--

Just my job back, please.

Oh, you know,
I really wish I could, but I'm no--

Unless you want me to tell everyone
that you were stopped for curb-crawling.

No, me-- Oh. [clicks tongue, chuckles]

That was-- That was
just a terrible misunderstanding.

- I'd like a four-day week.
- I was actually lost, and I stopped--

And a pay rise.

And is that it?

Mmm, unless you plan on doing it again.

[chuckles] What the f-- [chuckles]

Uh, no, no, no, I d--
[stammers] I've learnt my lesson.

I won't be asking for directions
in that particular place again. So--

- So, um--
- But otherwise w-we're good, aren't we?

- [Moira] Thank you for your time, sir.
- [Claude] Oh, it's a pleasure.

Absolute pleasure.

Thank you. Thank you so much, Moira.

[sniffs]

[River inhales deeply]

[clicks tongue]

Twenty minutes that took. So there you go.

That's not far.

[David breathing heavily]

Okay, let's get you out. [grunts]

[car door closes]

Okay.

And it's the Park that run this.

So, uh, plenty of ex-Service.

You'll make friends in no time.

These are from home, from the garden.

So I can bring you fresh ones
every week, if you want.

You'll always have
a bit of the garden with you.

Um, and your clothes are all in here.

And so, like the flowers, I can
change them depending on the season.

And, um, yeah, books.

- Um, you just let--
- How long do you expect me to stay here?

Well, this is where you live now.

- In a hotel?
- [bag unzips]

No, it's not a hotel. It's a home.

It's not my home.

[sniffs] Go on, take me back.

Well, I can't, remember?

It's not safe for you to be there
on-on your own anymore.

What? I can protect myself. [chuckles]

Who's after me? Karla?

And I'll, um... [stammers]
...I'll come and visit you every other day.

So you'll probably end up seeing me
more than-than you did before.

You said you'd never do this to me.

[breathes heavily] You promised.

Yeah, well,
I-I don't want to, but I have to.

[scoffs] I can't stay here.

He should have killed me in that bathroom.

Don't say that, please, okay?
Just please don't say that.

Is it because
I didn't tell you about your father?

Is that why you're punishing me?

- Of course, it's not, it's--
- [staff member] Mr. Cartwright?

I heard you were here.

Welcome to Sunny Times Homes. I'm Sylvia.

Fresh towels. Changed every day.
I'll pop these in the bathroom for you.

What's she saying?

She's saying,
welcome to Sunny Times Homes.

Well, tell her I don't want to be here.

Tell her she can smash my head
with a spade when I'm asleep.

Now, now, this is a very nice place.
I'm sure you'll be happy here.

So, breakfast is at 8:00,
lunch is at 1:00, dinner is at 5:00.

You can have it in here
or in the dining hall.

- [sighs]
- [River] Great.

Thank you. That sounds good.

Okay, I'm gonna go,
but I'll be back tomorrow.

You promised me, River. You promised me.

Please. [breathes shakily]

Don't leave me here. Please.

I'll be back first thing tomorrow
to bring more flowers, okay? I'll be back.

You promised me. You promised me, River!

[breathing shakily]

[inhales sharply]

[phone buzzing]

[sniffles] Yeah?

Now?

Right.

[chattering]

[River sighs]

[clears throat, sighs]

[sighs]

[Jackson clears throat]

Sign that. I filled it in.

- What is it?
- [sighs] An account of your movements.

You trying to get an operational bonus?

Is that why you brought me here?

Well, you can stay
and have a drink if you like.

[sighs] As long as you get your own,
you don't say a fucking word.

Motherfucker, bringing a gun
to a sword fight.

- Get down! Down!
- [Roddy] Shit!

Sure wanted one of us dead.

You, you dumb prick.

[Flyte] Destabilization strategy.

Compromise an agent, attack the village,

disrupt the transport, seize the media,
assassinate a populist leader.

[Diana] Lamb's here.
He says he knows what's coming next.

What, is he psychic now?

He has more field experience
than anyone in this building.

It would be irresponsible to ignore him.

At least my lot fuck up on an epic scale.

- [bicycle bell rings]
- They're not just

run-of-the-mill fuckups like yours.

Yeah. He really is dead,
isn't he? [sniffles]

["Strange Game" playing]