Slow Horses (2022) s05e06 Episode Script

1
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Why is it taking so long to
get our system back online?
There'll be reasons.
Well, that's rather defeatist, isn't it?
We're supposed to be impregnable.
I have three questions.
How, why, what the living
fuck is next? And no answers.
Afraid heads are going to have to roll.
- [PEOPLE CHATTERING]
- Fuck.
[DIANA] Why is there a countdown?
It just appeared. We don't
know why. Not the best answer.
[CLAUDE] Well, it's not an answer.
[SIGHS]
Isn't there some kind of,
uh, anti antivirus software
that you can use, or maybe
like a backdoor patch?
I don't think shouting out random words
you found at the bottom
of emails is going to help.
Thanks.
Um, okay, okay, Duncan. What
about what about a reboot?
What, you mean turn it off and on again?
[CHUCKLING] No.
Unless that would work. If we do
that, would that be any good at all?
You can't turn it off. They
can't do anything right now.
Claude, why don't we
give them some space?
You should never have inputted
that code she gave you.
You should never have let
her leave the building.
I was only trying to
stop Libyan terrorists
from rampaging through
the fucking capital.
She wanted you to let her go.
What are you talking about?
She She was terrified.
I had to convince her. I
When Ho allowed her
to access the database,
she stole your file, Claude.
She played you. You've been
profiled. You've been honey-trapped.
[STAMMERS]
[RODDY] You and me both, bro.
You didn't stand a chance.
She's a female me. That's
why I fell in love with her.
[DUNCAN] Okay, um, good news, bad news.
There is a way to reverse
whatever they've done
Great.
but not before the countdown ends.
[CHUCKLES] I'm so embarrassed for you.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- [AGENT] Sir.
- Yeah?
The Libyan ambassador's on line one.
In his own time. I only made
the call fucking hours ago.
Thank you.
Thank you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Ambassador.
- Mr. Whelan. [BREATHING HEAVILY]
My sincere apologies on behalf
of the Libyan government.
I have just been made aware
that a dissident group
of security operatives
are responsible for the terrible events
of the last few days.
[CLAUDE] Yes, well, I'm
sure that we can trust you
to do your very best
to help us find them.
You can speak to one of them now.
Um, what, sorry?
This is the vulnerable young
woman you spoke to earlier.
Remember? You were right.
I am stronger than I thought,
with reserves of strength
I was not even aware of.
Who the hell are you really?
Someone who grew up in a country
ruined by your arrogant intervention.
You left us with years of horror.
Nothing can justify your
slaughter of 11 people.
I need to speak to someone in authority.
Guess what? You're
speaking to the head of MI5.
Yes, I know.
You kept telling me when
I was a trembling girl
you were trying to impress.
And since then, we shut
down your computer system
and humiliated your leadership.
Yeah, I guess we could
say we blinded our enemies.
Put Diana Taverner on.
Taverner.
Unless you give in to our demands,
when the countdown on your screen ends,
the final item on the
destabilization strategy
you know, the one created by you
and inflicted on many
of your colonies
will be carried out.
What are your demands?
[TARA] £100 million.
Compensation for years
of lost oil revenues
to be paid into a Cayman Island
trust called Albion Holdings.
Which is a fraction of what we are owed.
Call me when you have it.
Relax. You'll get out when we're paid.
Bye.
They want 100 million
before that countdown ends,
or they will carry out the
remaining action on their list.
Uh, what's what's the
last action on the list?
Attack a place of worship.
[CLAUDE] Right. But
it's-it's Sunday morning.
Jesus fucking Christ.
How are we gonna find her?
["STRANGE GAME" PLAYING]
[PHONE BUZZING]
[GROANS]
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTS]
[BUZZING CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS]
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
[SIGHS] Diana.
We lost Tara.
You knew she'd play Whelan, didn't you?
I had my suspicions.
Which were confirmed
once I read his file.
His, uh, psych profile
screams "daddy savior complex."
Uh, I-I'd have given you a call, but
I thought you'd enjoy watching him
make a complete and utter
fucking tit of himself.
They issued any demands yet?
She just called from the embassy.
Free passage and 100
million in lost oil revenue.
[SCOFFS]
Well, they might have a
point about our behavior,
but they trousered
most of their oil money
and spent the change
keeping their people down.
They've crashed our systems and
given us an hour, which ends at 10:06.
Otherwise they attack
a place of worship.
Oh, Sunday morning.
They've timed it well.
[GRUNTS, SIGHS]
I guess you're just gonna
have to pay the money.
[LINE DISCONNECTS]
[FLYTE] Ma'am.
There are around 2,000
churches across London.
If you add in mosques, synagogues,
temples and multifaith centers,
we're looking at over
5,000 potential targets.
Yes, but, um, Muslims
don't worship on a Sunday.
I'm right in thinking that, aren't I?
Well, I'm I'm Sikh.
Um, well, let's assume
it's churches, shall we?
High-value targets. Uh, St.
Paul's, Westminster Abbey.
[DIANA] They already have protection.
If we throw everything at St. Paul's,
and the attack happens elsewhere,
it'll look like we
were rushing to protect
the landmarks rather than the people.
Okay. We shut 'em all down.
And how are we gonna get people to
stay away from every London church
in the next 40 minutes?
There'll be absolute chaos.
Call in the Met.
We don't have enough armed police.
Okay, then we call in the army.
[SCOFFS] In 40 minutes?
Ma'am, the Treasury have verified
the Cayman Island trust
where the money's to be paid.
It's linked to this company.
Jesus Christ. Right. Get him in.
- He's already on his way.
- [DIANA] Keep him out of sight.
I'm sorry, why are we checking
where they want the money sent?
We're not gonna pay it.
I think we should have the option.
You need to call the
PM now. Get it cleared.
[SCOFFS] Give in to
terror? He won't hear of it.
Well, then, you are looking
at a second Abbotsfield.
Send the Dogs down
to the Libyan embassy.
If this goes without bloodshed,
we shall escort her and
her team to the airport.
If it goes the other way,
I want them to be ready
to storm the building.
[RIVER] Shouldn't we be,
you know, doing things,
like trying to track the Libyans
or-or-or Roddy's girlfriend?
Oh, she's at the Libyan embassy.
What, so it was a state-sanctioned op?
[GRUNTS] No, I doubt that.
She forced her way in
there 'cause she knows
- that we can't go in and drag her out.
- [PHONE BUZZING]
[JACKSON GRUNTS]
That Grandpa?
No. Yes. How did you know that?
Well, if it was of
operational relevance
[SIGHS] you would've taken it,
and you've got no personal
life so it must be him.
H-How's he doing, by the way?
Uh, not great, no.
He's picking up on what's
happening from the news,
but he's getting it slightly jumbled.
- Don't say anything.
- [SIGHS] About what?
About him getting confused, okay?
I know that you two had your
differences, but just leave it there.
He was the sharpest mind
in the building. After me.
Now you're gonna say something horrible.
Something unutterably vile about him
being an embarrassing
shadow of his former self.
I don't have to. You
just said it for me.
- This isn't helping.
- I
What are we going to do?
And don't say, "nothing."
[CHUCKLES] There's nothing to do.
These guys are bloody good
and they're fucking ruthless.
The Park can't protect
every church in London.
Well, then they will
have to pay the money.
- [RIVER] And what happens if they don't?
- Then there'd be a massacre.
At a random church in London?
- This is a nightmare.
- [JACKSON] Maybe not that random.
There is one place of
worship I can think of.
Although, it would only occur
to a complete and utter
fucking psychopath.
You think he knows which one?
Shit.
Wait, w-where are they going?
Abbotsfield.
Abbotsfi There's already
been an attack at Abbotsfield.
Which they are commemorating
at a multifaith center shortly.
You can't just say shit like that
and then just sit there and do nothing.
I'm not doing nothing.
I'm sending my best agents.
And you.
May I ask why I've been summoned here
then made to wait on the
stairs like a member of staff?
When you came to visit
me the other night,
you mentioned a group of disaffected
Libyans wanting compensation
for lost oil revenues.
As of now, we have 25
minutes to pay up 100 million
to stop a Libyan group
from attacking a church.
I have no knowledge of any of this.
It's an extremely fractured country,
and in my limited experience, every
fucker you meet is on the take.
The people you're
dealing with may be part
of a completely separate group.
The payment has to go to an offshore
trust where you are a director.
In that case, fuck,
shit, bugger and yes,
it seems it is the same people.
I will never do business
in the Middle East again.
They love to haggle,
and they have a tendency to
go completely fucking crackers.
Why do they have your details?
There are two accounts.
One to distribute funds to them
once they've come in,
minus my commission.
Nothing in that one at
the moment, obviously.
- And the other?
- [INHALES DEEPLY]
They've paid me a nominal
fee for the last three years.
Recently they intimated
I wasn't doing enough,
- hence my visit to you.
- And when you say "nominal," you mean
All told, a couple of hundred grand.
Which I will declare in due course.
Why are they dragging
me into this insanity?
It makes me look terrible.
Because you took their money and
did nothing and they want to show
what a corrupt mess this country is.
Getting paid through
the former Home Secretary
is a very good way of doing it.
When this comes out, we
will all look terrible.
[CLAUDE] Prime Minister,
I'm afraid it's highly unlikely
the attack can be
prevented without paying.
No. No, I'm as disappointed as you are.
Um [STAMMERS]
[SIGHS]
Twelve minutes, sir.
Well, Taverner's left us with no choice.
Mmm.
They didn't give us an
hour to stop the killing.
They gave us an hour to find the money.
We have been outplayed.
[ACCESS PANEL SCREECHES]
[LINE RINGING]
[PHONE RINGS]
We will pay. But I want your word
the attack will be called off.
And I want your word we'll be
allowed to leave the country.
[DIANA] Cars will be arriving shortly,
ready to take you to RAF Northolt.
But safe passage is only guaranteed
if you and all your team leave
to ensure there is no further violence.
Oh, and also, none of
this ever comes out.
I can imagine you must
feel humiliated, huh?
Unpleasant, isn't it?
Do you agree to our terms?
I'll stand them down, and they
will return to the embassy shortly.
Any more violence, and
those men in the cars
will not be taking you to the airport.
They will be taking you down.
There'll be no more violence.
Transfer authorized.
So I see.
[SIGHS]
[PHONE BUZZES]
[TARA, IN ARABIC] They paid. We did it.
Get back to the embassy. They're
going to fly us out of here.
You're starting to believe your role.
You're a recruit.
Not the one who gives orders.
What are you talking about?
It's over.
Not for us.
[TARA] Listen.
If you do anything else, they're
going to storm the building.
[LINE DISCONNECTS]
[PHONE CLATTERS]
Get ready.
Did they pay?
So?
Why should that stop us?
And this?
What about this? Huh?
I want them to pay in blood,
like the blood I saw spilled.
They smashed our country
then went back to their lives,
leaving us with the horror of war.
They must feel the same horror.
Maybe next time they will think twice
before they start a war and walk away.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- Where the fuck are you going?
- Look.
You pick your target,
and I will pick mine.
Guys, enough innocents have died.
The last blow should fall on
the people that caused the war.
I'm only going to spill
the blood of the guilty.
As justice for my family.
What about you?
Come on, bro.
[SIGHS]
you can eat at a time like this.
[SIGHS]
Is that vegan?
No, I asked for meat.
Yeah, but if that was meat,
it would be bright pink.
[SIGHS]
Sausage rolls got a
Yes, all right.
If you were coming out of that
building, trying to lose the Dogs
[INHALES DEEPLY] which
direction would you head?
Do you think Tara's
going to try and escape?
- Answer the question.
- Um
Uh, left. Left down that alley.
You said that they'll all get
free passage out of the country
if she calls off this attack.
Well, she's just a kid.
There's no way she's running the show.
Yes, her men should've
been back here by now.
I don't think they're coming back.
I think she's sitting in there
realizing she never was in
control of her band of psychos.
But you said we're paying the money.
Well, look at what
these guys have got up to
in the last couple of days.
And I don't think money
is gonna quell their rage.
[CAR DOORS OPENING, CLOSING]
[JACKSON] Now Dogs are going in.
But innocent people could
get caught in the cross fire.
Yeah, they're in more danger
from our trigger-happy muscle
than they are from her.
We can't just sit here.
- Well, go on then.
- What?
Go and knock on the door.
What? Me?
Yesterday, you physically
assaulted the mayor.
I don't know why you're
getting your knickers in a twist
about knocking on a door.
- Yesterday, I had no choice.
- Oh, bollocks.
You get a real thrill
from being in the action.
Probably it reminds you
of the rush you used to get
when you got absolutely arseholed.
[SIGHS]
Well, what am I doing
after I knock on the door?
Telling her to follow you.
Unless she wants to
get shot in the head.
[STAMMERS] They're not gonna shoot
her out here, unarmed in the street.
It's a different story if
they go in the building.
And like you said,
- innocent people could get hurt.
- Guess I did say that, didn't I?
[JACKSON] That's it.
They won't look twice
at a harmless little old lady.
Cool.
[SIGHS]
[MOUTHING] Knock, knock, knock.
[DOG] Uh, sorry,
ma'am. Embassy's closed.
No, it's all right.
I have an appointment.
- Ma'am, you are not allowed to be here.
- [TARA] Who are you?
Yes, I'm MI5, let me in.
Step back from the building, please.
Let me in nicely or men
with guns are coming in.
Okay, ma'am, I'm gonna
have to remove you.
- [DOOR BEEPS]
- [SIGHS]
[DOG SIGHS]
- [PANTS]
- [RAPID BEEPING]
So, how exactly can you help?
You'll be perfectly safe
if you put down that
weapon and come with me now.
Why should I believe you?
You don't have much choice,
because if you stay in here
armed, you could get hurt.
[GASPS]
Open the door then. Go, open.
Update your hostage list.
Someone else just walked in.
- [DOG 2] Eyes up!
- [TARA] Back off!
- No?
- [DOG 2] Down!
- Put the gun down!
- You could have just walked out with me.
- [DOG 3] Put the gun down!
- And what? Back into the Park, huh?
Why would I want that?
[DOG 1] Put the gun down!
I told you to back off!
- [DOG 2] Stop moving!
- They'll kill you.
- [DOG 1] Put the gun down! Now!
- I'm gonna shoot!
I'm not fucking joking, I'll shoot!
[DOG 1] Put the gun down!
[GRUNTS]
- [GUNSHOT]
- [CATHERINE YELPS]
- [DOG 1 SHOUTS]
- [GUNFIRE]
[PANTING]
[PANTING CONTINUES]
Déjà vu.
Come, hands up. Up, on your head.
[GRUNTING]
Oh, come on. Cheer up.
I'd take prison any day
over dating Roddy Ho.
Fuck you! [BREATHING HEAVILY]
[DOG 1] Lima, golf 5-7 to control.
We've apprehended the suspect.
We're bringing her in now. Over.
[SIGHS]
You knew that was going
to happen, didn't you?
Yeah.
And like I said, she's just a kid.
She was never gonna shoot ya.
Well, it didn't feel
like that. [PANTING]
Come on.
- I'll buy you a lemonade.
- [SIGHS] Oh.
Take the edge off.
[IN ARABIC] More will die
than in the first attack.
All of them will die.
We need to get them out of there.
Yeah, but calmly. We don't want panic.
They might already be
inside dressed as mourners.
It's what I'd do.
I still don't have a gun.
Don't worry. We've still got ours.
Oh, how'd that work out for Gimball?
[MOURNERS] Till we
have built Jerusalem ♪
In England's green and pleasant land ♪
William Blake wrote those words
of promise over 200 years ago,
but they continue to
inspire and comfort today.
But for more contemporary wisdom
that might give solace
to our younger mourners,
I reach for the words of
Dominic Toretto in Furious 7.
"They say to live in the hearts of those
we leave behind is not to die."
The lesson I take from both those sages,
separated though they are by centuries,
is that while London might
not be "Londerful" today,
it will be "Londerful"
tomorrow if we channel
Yeah, right. Everyone, up.
We need you to leave this building
as quickly as possible, please.
- What's going on?
- Sorry, we're MI5. I don't have
- Can you show them your the badge?
- Stand back.
Yeah, maybe you should've
started with taking them aside.
Everyone, intelligence has come to light
that means it's best for
you to leave right now.
So please do so from
the back of the building.
No need to panic, everyone. Just
slowly, safely exit the building.
[RIVER] Everyone, now please! Come on!
I mean it, now! Get out!
Everyone, come on, now! Please!
[ALARM BLARING]
What the fuck happened to "calmly"?
Hang on. What the hell is going
on? I'd only just started my eulogy.
Apologies, sir. I know,
but we need to get you
to leave the building now.
- Whoa, whoa. All right.
- Hang on. Is it a fire?
- No, there's not a fire.
- Then why did he hit the alarm?
- Yeah, good question.
- [RIVER] It's a security threat, okay?
- A security threat has come to light.
- What kind of threat?
Libyan operatives are extorting
the government for £100 million.
I can't hear you.
Sorry. Can someone turn that
fucking thing off, please?
[ALARM CONTINUES, MUFFLED]
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
In under a minute,
we have to pay £100 million
or a place of worship
is gonna be attacked,
and we have reason to believe it
could be here. Please, just believe
- [ALARM STOPS]
- Oh, thank God. Did you get that?
Yes. You have reason to believe
this place could be attacked.
- Yeah, so please, let's leave now.
- But you don't know for sure?
Intelligence is never 100% certain, sir.
[ZAFAR] What percentage would you
put on this piece of intelligence?
- That really matter?
- Yes, I'm the Mayor of London.
If an attack was highly likely,
- I should've been informed.
- Well
[RIVER] Fuck. Not now.
[CHATTERING]
Look, it really is not the
time to argue about protocol.
- Get Whelan on the line.
- Seriously, I need him to leave now.
[IN ARABIC] We can get them outside.
The mayor is still here.
I was cheated out of killing him before.
- We get him first.
- Okay.
[SPEAKS ARABIC]
- You distract his security team.
- [GRUNTS]
- My
- Uh, River Cartwright.
- River?
Yes.
Claude, I'm here with River Cartwright,
who's crashed into the memorial service
babbling something about a Libyan attack
that none of my agents
seem to know anything about.
Right.
Um, well, first of all, uh,
apologies on that, Zafar. Apologies.
Um [CLEARS THROAT]
uh, y-y-you should have
been kept in the loop on that,
although in our defense, it has
been a very fast-moving situation.
[CLAMORING]
- [MOUTHING] Yes.
- [ZAFAR] Was there gonna be an attack
on the service or not?
- Yes, yes, there was.
- Shush.
To be honest, we had no
intelligence either way
that you were specifically under threat.
Of course, if-if we had received
that information, then then
- then we would've intervened.
- Now hang on,
you did intervene. I'm stood in
front of a load of your agents.
[CLAUDE] Would you mind putting
Cartwright on for me, please?
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Wants to speak to you.
- Sir.
- What the fuck are you doing?
We thought the attack was
gonna be at Abbotsfield.
[CLAUDE] Yeah, well,
we paid them the money.
There's not gonna be an attack anywhere.
And certainly not at Abbotsfield.
- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- [PERSON EXCLAIMS]
[GUNFIRE]
Get out!
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GUNFIRE ON PHONE]
[PANTING] Have you
actually used one of those?
[STAMMERS] You had the better angle.
Are you okay?
[RIVER] Fuck.
- [GROANS]
- Shit.
[PIANO STRINGS RINGING]
- How many have you got left?
- Enough.
[ZAFAR PANTING, WHIMPERING]
Shit.
Just give him what he wants. For
fuck's sake, give him what he wants.
I want to get out of the country.
- The deal still stands.
- [ZAFAR] What deal?
With MI5. Safe passage.
Oh, you're kidding, right?
You're not getting safe passage.
You broke that deal
when you opened fire.
- Don't say that to him.
- Well, I'm not gonna lie.
I'd really rather you lied.
Let me out of here
or I shoot your mayor!
- No, not happening.
- Yes, otherwise he'll shoot him.
Do not aim for his neck. We've
established you're a shit shot.
There's other parts of him to aim for.
I'm going to walk out of here
and I'm taking him with me.
- No, we can't let you do that.
- Yes, you can.
Can you stop fucking contradicting me?
Yeah, I will if you stop
escalating a dangerous situation.
- I'm on top of it. I know what I'm doing.
- We've got a madman
pointing a gun at a hostage.
I say let him do what he wants.
You see, that's why you're never
gonna get out of Slough House.
[SHOUTS]
[STRAINS]
[GASPS] Oh, shit. Shit.
Where Where did you come from?
I approached him very, very quietly.
[ZAFAR PANTING]
You two You two staged your
argument to give him cover.
I get that, I get that. I get that now.
[PANTING] Fuck. [SIGHS]
- Yeah, yeah.
- [ZAFAR GROANS]
It's unorthodox, yeah.
But, uh, you just gotta, um,
think outside the box sometimes.
[SMACKS LIPS] Don't you?
[PANTING] Yeah.
[FLYTE] We have accounted
for all the Libyans.
Two were shot at Abbotsfield,
and Lamb apprehended Tara.
What was he doing there?
- I don't know, ma'am.
- [SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
We pay up and they attack
anyway. What a shit show.
You didn't have a choice.
When they pick over the bones of
this, you'll be exonerated, ma'am.
[SCOFFS]
London rules will kick in.
[FLYTE] London rules?
[DIANA] If you were
Service, you'd know that.
Moscow rules, watch your back.
London rules, cover your arse.
[PHONE BUZZING]
[BUZZING CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
Claude Whelan, Peter Judd.
It seems both of us have
a public relations problem
vis-à-vis our connection
to events of the last week.
Might I propose a
solution of mutual benefit?
Hiya. It's me. It's River.
[CHUCKLING] Oh, my boy.
- You all right?
- Oh, you're here.
- Yeah.
- [CHUCKLING] Ah.
Oh. [BREATHES HEAVILY]
Oh, I'm so happy.
Me too. Yeah.
[STAMMERING] I'm sorry about
that phone call. Last night.
[STAMMERING] I don't think
I was making much sense.
- It's fine.
- Probably no help to you.
It's fine. It's fine.
Who was it? The Russkies
up to their old tricks?
No, um
It was Libya.
- [SIGHS, MURMURING] Libya.
- [BEES BUZZING]
It was chaos.
Yeah.
I think that's what
they wanted to instill.
As a way of ransoming us.
And it worked because
Well, we we paid them the money
but they, uh, attacked anyway.
- [CHUCKLES]
- [BUZZING CONTINUES]
It looks like absolute chaos,
but if you follow them you
can see there's a method.
- Yeah.
- I like to follow them individually.
Libyans?
What?
Bees.
Buzzy, buzzy bees.
Bees.
Strong work ethic, bees.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Sting in the tail.
That's what I was trying
to remember last night.
[GRUNTS] I'm losing my mind.
- The unwritten rule.
- [CLICKS TONGUE] What's that?
Destabilization.
Yes, you see, if ever we were dealing
with some really tricky buggers, we
we'd hit them when they
thought it was over.
That's what we call a sting in the tail.
- Let them know who's boss.
- Yeah.
Well, that's why they
attacked anyway. Yeah.
[CHUCKLES]
We weren't always at our best, River.
You know?
But some of those colonies
would've turned red,
left to their own devices.
- Still, you caught them all.
- [INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYS]
Oh, I'm so happy you came.
You must tell me what you
want for your birthday.
I know it's a way off, but
I I can't go to the shops,
and I can't work that
computer you gave me.
I'd give you money if
I could get to the bank.
Just have to make a call.
Yeah, o-of course.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
There's gonna be a sting in the tail.
Well, they did that when they
attacked the multifaith center.
[SIGHS] So unless you're telling
me they are now fucking zombies,
I don't see the point of this call.
Shirley has a picture of three pairs
of boots in the back of that van,
but that's four men
including the driver, right?
You and Shirley got one
of them after Roddy's,
and we got two of them at Abbotsfield.
So that means there's one left.
- Lamb?
- [STAMMERS] Yeah, I'm here.
Well, part of her dating
Ho was to get a file.
[BREATHES DEEPLY] I read it.
Who do you think deserves a punishment
greater than utter humiliation?
["FALL AT YOUR FEET" PLAYS ON EARPHONES]
[PANTING] That was pretty good.
[SIGHS]
Yeah, shook the dust off.
Got rid of today's stress.
[EXHALES SHARPLY] And you
know what I'm gonna do tonight?
I'll bloody well treat myself.
Crack open a nice bottle of Chalk Hills.
You got any plans, Jim?
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
Jim?
Jim, are you
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
[TENSE MUSIC SWELLS]
Fuck.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Sorry, Jim.
[BRAKES SCREECH]
[DOORBELL RINGING]
[SOFTLY] Come on, come on.
[MUTTERS]
[EXCLAIMS] What?
Where are the keys? Where
are the fucking keys?
[ENGINE REVS]
This is Claude Whelan.
Who? First Desk.
- I'm the First Desk, you moron.
- Throw it!
Do you know who I am?
Uh
- No.
- I'm someone who suffered.
Because of a keystroke you made.
[SCOFFS] I literally have no idea
what the hell you're talking about. I
Zlitan, 2011.
Right. Yeah.
You left us to gangsters and militias,
and you did not arm us against them.
Listen, I I was just paid to
give opinions, is all. That's
Your opinion as a long-term forecaster
was that an investment
in Libya was poor value.
Because whether it stood or fell,
it did not affect the
security of the United Kingdom.
Your opinion
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Your opinion became policy.
How's that opinion looking now?
Not great.
Listen to me.
You're obviously upset.
But I'm
[INHALES SHARPLY] I'm
[BREATHING HEAVILY] Please.
Just think of my
- think of my wife, please.
- I am.
She can feel what I did.
- At least she'll have a body to bury.
- [DOG WALKER] Come back, Pip!
- I never found my father.
- [DOG BARKING]
[DOG WALKER] Come on, Pip.
- [BARKING CONTINUES]
- [TENSE MUSIC SWELLS]
[DOG WALKER] Sorry about that.
He's very friendly
Oh, my God!
[BARKING CONTINUES]
Fuck.
[PANTING]
[GRUNTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[PANTING]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
- Is he dead?
Yes, I can do my job.
Thank fuck for that.
[RIVER] Fuck.
A good job.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
How'd you find me?
I went to your house and your wife
said you'd be running around here.
- You met my wife?
- Yeah.
Yeah, and what'd she say?
- That you'd be running around here.
- Yeah.
Yeah. Listen, thank you. Thank you.
Yep.
Actually, come here. Thank you.
Thank you, thank you so, so much.
I won't forget this.
You know, I'm just, um
I really need a drink.
[BELL RINGS]
[NEWS REPORTER] More details have
emerged about the shooting yesterday
on Primrose Hill.
Whilst police have not released
the identity of the gunman,
the incident is not
believed to be drug-related.
He's waiting in your office.
[CLEARS THROAT, SIGHS]
That's why I'm in here.
He's First Desk, Lamb.
And this is a big win for Slough House.
You wanna piss him off
and throw that away?
You giving me career advice?
I've actually done the job you play at.
I'm just saying.
I did save his life.
- So?
- So it's an opportunity.
- For who?
- Everyone.
You think you're going
back to the Park, don't you?
Aw, bless.
You don't want me here,
and I don't wanna be here.
Suits us both.
You can leave anytime you want.
That's the whole point of Slough House.
Not sure how you missed that.
I'm not leaving the Service.
But I shouldn't be in Slough House.
'Cause I'm really fucking good.
And you know that.
[SNIFFLES]
You know, it's not the hope
that kills you, Cartwright.
It's knowing it's the hope
that kills you, that kills you.
[GRUNTS]
Beppe, he'll get this.
So I'll get the bill and you'll ask him?
[SNIFFLES, SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
If it comes up.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
This is Louisa. Leave a message.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Hey. It's, uh It's me.
Um
[SMACKS LIPS] I know I'm
supposed to be giving you
space or whatever, but, uh
Well, I actually don't
have anyone else to call.
'Cause it's, um [CLICKS TONGUE]
Well, it looks like I'm
leaving Slough House too.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[JACKSON BREATHING HEAVILY]
Hello. Didn't know you were here.
- Yes, you did.
- [PANTING] Yes, I did.
We gotta get that fucking
lift mended. [EXHALES HEAVILY]
- [CLAUDE] You enjoying this, are you?
- Eh, not particularly.
Oh, but go on. Do your bit.
[GRUNTS] I imagine
you worked it all out.
You practice in front of the mirror,
or do you find it hard to
look yourself in the eye?
Sc Do you mind? Could you not
Could you not do that here, please?
This is MI5 property, after all.
- [ASHTRAY CLATTERS]
- Fuck MI5. My gaff, my rules.
Yeah, about that.
Um
Not anymore, I'm afraid.
- [SIGHS] Oh, really?
- Mmm.
Your gaff, as you term it, is no more.
[CHUCKLES] Thing of the past. Literally.
One understands that you've been allowed
to run this place under sufferance
because of, uh
Well, because of what
you've done for the Service.
But you know, there are
lines. That there are limits.
Two of us know you're way over both.
You do remember yesterday, right?
When one of my team saved
your life. [CHUCKLING]
I [CHUCKLES] I'm beginning
to regret giving him the tip-off.
- Yes. My life was only in danger because
- Also
- another member of your delinquent te
- Also in the ledger of things
that Slough House has not fucked up,
which, I grant you, is a
little thin in the grand scheme,
is that I caught the femme fatale
behind this week's
fucking bloodshed and chaos
without your goons having
a firefight in an embassy.
But I suppose that's why, yeah?
Yeah, y-you wanna bury
the fact that she
she batted her eyelids and you
let her walk out of the building
and fuck up the MI5 mainframe
all at the same time.
[SMACKS LIPS] You know,
it's funny. I, um
I have a totally different narrative.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Yeah, let me guess.
Judd gets to keep the commission
on the hundred mil for
saying that, um, he
he tried to warn me about the
Libyans and Tara's connection to Ho
and I did nothing.
Yeah, you blame it all on Slough
House, and you get to keep your job.
Yeah?
Checkmate, mate.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, well, it looks like I'm fucked.
You know, I don't like to use
that word, but yes. You're fucked.
You're all totally fucked.
Fucked. [CHUCKLES]
Apart from Cartwright,
because he shows some promise, I feel,
- and deserves a second chance.
- Oh, he'll only balls it up.
Right. Well, I'll see
myself out, shall I?
[CHUCKLES] Oh, by the way.
Um, there's a there's a team
coming by later today to, uh
Clean this place up.
[SIGHS] You'll leave quite a stain.
But it'll be gone.
[CLAUDE ON DICTAPHONE] Now,
anymore crap from either of you two
and I will see to it the
security services destroys you
and your god-awful
livelihoods in public.
I'm sorry, what was that?
What was what?
- That [STAMMERS] I overheard, um
- Oh, that.
Uh Yeah.
That was you threatening
a political figure
hours before he was killed.
I'll play you the
other bits if you like,
where his wife talks about
your sugar daddy behavior and
and you blackmail him
about his Turkish dad.
In case it slipped your mind.
I mean, it might have done.
You've had a busy week.
You know what, I was, um
I was probably a tad
premature, wasn't I?
- [SCOFFS]
- [STAMMERING] When I said "checkmate,"
it was more like "check," wasn't it?
You know, so I I do
a move, and you do
[STAMMERING] What do you want?
I want what I always want.
To be left in utter fucking peace.
[BREATHES DEEPLY] All right.
All right.
Slough House stays.
So does Molly Doran.
I love Molly. Molly's a lot of fun.
- Uh, that was never my decision.
- And Ho comes back.
Ho? The man's an utter
fucking liability.
- Absolutely not.
- Ho comes back.
He's the only one who can
manage my Deliveroo account.
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
Fine. If he, uh
Right, okay. O Okay.
So then, uh [CHUCKLES] who do
you propose that we hang this on?
Well, we pin it on the, uh on
the fucking chump who deserves to go.
- You.
- [SCOFFS] Me? [CHUCKLES]
No. No. No way. No.
No, no, no, no. I'm, um
I'm not going anywhere.
[GIMBALL ON DICTAPHONE] But
you still paid a call girl,
who, incidentally,
you were also boffing.
If you're not out of your
office within the hour,
I'm gonna send this
to every grubby little hack
I know from my drinking days.
That's going to do untold damage
toward the Service and you know that.
Like I give a fuck.
Look what the Service has done to me.
Yeah, and leave the door
open on your way out.
I like a through draft.
I'm sure we'll meet again.
[SIGHS] I doubt that.
I don't use prostitutes.
- She wasn't a prostitute.
- [URINATING]
She wasn't, that was
She wasn't Oh, fuck.
I I don't know where
everybody gets this from.
She wa That was, um
She was an escort.
Roddy Ho is on his way back to you.
I am not taking Cartwright.
Yeah, it's fine.
I'm a little short on numbers anyway.
You wanna keep him?
[GRUNTS] You never know.
Might need a a new liver.
Anyway, it was, uh, me that
worked out Whelan was the target
Don't tell me you want
to come back to the Park.
Oh, fuck off.
Well, nice as it is to chat, I'm in
the middle of moving offices. So
Well, I hope that now you're First Desk
you won't forget the little people.
Door's always open for a coffee
and a catch up. [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Do I detect a note of sarcasm?
Absolutely.
I never wanna hear from you or
anyone else at the Park again.
An arrangement that
suits both of us, Jackson.
[SIGHS]
- [KNOCKS ON DOOR]
- Would you just fuck off?
Oh, it's nice to see you too.
[INTENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
His dad stole a file
- [GRUNTS]
- with the Slow Horses' names in it.
Now he's dead and my
joes are being hunted.
Slough House is completely missing.
We don't exist anymore.
You got a leak Julian
Assange would be proud of.
- Our security
- [GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
in these hands.
- We're running out of time.
- What?
- [JACKSON] It's a bloodbath.
- [GASPS]
[ALL CLAMORING]
[GRUNTS]
- If you're in trouble
- How dare you?
- I'm the sort of person
- Fuck do you think you are?
who would fuck up someone's day.
[RIVER] What are you doing here?
Business.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
- [GRUNTS]
- No one is unaccountable, Diana.
No one.
We need to address the five Fs.
Who the fuck, what the fuck,
where the fuck and why the fuck?
[GRUNTS]
That's four.
[SIGHS] Fuck off. That's five.
Well, go on then. Fuck off.
["STRANGE GAME" PLAYING]