Slow Horses (2022) s06e06 Episode Script

[humming]
[water drops trickling]
[humming continues]
[winces, continues humming]
[stops humming]
[ominous music playing]
[radio chatter]
[Dog 2] Yeah,
we gave Cartwright a going-over.
He knows fuck all about where she is.
[sighs] I don't know.
It's all fucking fields.
There's no sign of her.
Copy that.
Oh, wait, wait, wait. Wait.
- No, no. Who's that?
- Get off me. Get off.
- Oh!
- Fucking doing?
Oh, sorry. I-I-I thought that was her.
Sorry. Was just trying to help.
[exhales deeply]
That is a lot of aftershave.
Do you really need to wear that much?
I mean,
you're just in the car with him all day.
Oh!
Oh.
Well, that's quite sweet actually.
So where did you meet? On the job or
- or on an app?
- [Dog 2] Right.
- You're walking back to London.
- Tricky with an app, isn't it?
- I mean, do you put the real you
- Do you ever stop talking, knobhead?
or like or like a version of you?
Yeah, it's hard.
[grunts]
[Dog 2] Twat!
[groans, inhales sharply]
[phone ringing]
If this is Cartwright again, "going dark"
means not using the fucking phone.
[River] Lamb
Lamb, she's gone. Sid's gone.
- Gone where?
- Taverner
Taverner tried
to hand her over to the GRU.
I have to We have
We have to do something.
[stammers] No. No, no, we don't.
There are Dogs everywhere looking for her, okay.
- We have to do something, okay. I--
- Sid Baker
was a better agent than you
when she was in a coma.
She can take care of herself.
It's the others I'm worried about.
I don't I don't care about the others.
You're not listening to me.
- She's on her own.
- They're on the Suffolk coast
in a safe house, holed up with a kid
that your dad wants dead.
Yeah, yeah.
I thought that might get your attention.
So instead of fannying
around pissing off the Dogs,
I want you and Coe to get down there.
Me [grunts] He's, um
It's just me now.
Lamb?
- [sighs deeply]
- Lamb?
- Hello.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.
[sighs]
Do you know where you're going?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
[sniffs] Yeah
[stammers] and, Cartwright?
- Yeah?
- [grunts]
Moscow Rules.
[pensive music playing]
Oh, for God
[mutters]
[sighs, breathes heavily]
- It's a fucking bloodbath, Diana.
- [stammers] No, don't you lecture me.
You hide away in your filthy little office
precisely to avoid the decisions
that I have to make
- every day for the greater good.
- Oh, is that all you've got?
With great power comes
great responsibility?
People are fucking dying.
What can you tell me about
a woman called Natasha Carrington?
[blows] Oligarch's daughter,
married an English title,
likes playing businesswoman. She's no one.
Uh [stammers]
No, she's definitely someone.
And when you put yourself
in Cantor's pocket,
- you put yourself in--
- I am not in Cantor's pocket.
Oh, tell that to his cock.
The money you took from him, it came
from the top, and it came in rubles.
Now, he's trying to kill anyone who
can prove his connection to this Natasha.
The Russians are trying to kill the people
they think are responsible for Kazan.
And And you know who's
in the crosshairs for both?
My fucking joes.
So what was your plan?
Come on, this is you,
Diana Taverner, First Desk.
The big "I am."
You must've fucking had one.
The Russians want
the agent responsible for Kazan.
We used Baker's identity.
I was going to hand her over to the GRU,
and then go to the Home Secretary.
With full disclosure?
I am First Desk.
I'm First Desk, and I'm compromised.
I am the greatest threat to
national security we have seen in years,
- and I'm taking myself off the board.
- No, you're not.
Not until you stop
the wholesale slaughter of my joes.
What you do after that
is your own business.
Although I'd think twice
about admitting to treason.
That'll be your pension fucked
right there.
[sighs]
There's a way out of this mess, Diana.
But you gotta get down off that cross
and start bloody listening.
["Strange Game" playing]
[gags, groans] That's dog food, that.
Foie gras, Roddy.
Rather cruel, of course.
Banned, I believe, but yummy.
Is that Diana Taverner's?
I'm dressing for dinner.
Put it on the list.
If you want to take it off her,
you're welcome to try.
[Moira] Go on. Tuck in there, Roddy.
Lunch, everyone!
[mercenary 1] Fucking goldfish bowl.
[mercenary 2]
Rat trap more like, eh, boss?
Get the hardware.
[mercenary 2] Yes, boss.
[Moira] Where are you all going?
- [Roddy] Bedroom.
- TV.
Right. I-I thought if we all ate together,
it'd be good for morale.
It's routine that's gonna
get us through this thing.
Well, we could try praying.
Oh, well, if-if-if praying is what works
for you, Shirley.
- I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
- She's winding you up, Moira.
Does it slow you down mentally?
You know, the, uh the menopause?
I'm afraid that ship has sailed long ago,
Roddy.
Would you speak to your mother like that,
Roderick?
No, Moira, this food is lovely. Thank you.
You're such a brownnosed little dick,
you know that?
- No one is a dick, all right?
- Ho is.
What I'm trying to do is
to provide some order and purpose,
and you just pick, pick, pick
and squabble like children.
I shouldn't even be here.
Well, let's pretend you're not, okay.
Moira, we don't need you
to organize our lives, thank you.
We are quite capable
of messing them up all by ourselves.
[shushes]
[sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[tense music playing]
Can you let me in?
[children chattering]
Deliveries are round the back.
I-I Yeah, I tried that,
but I couldn't get through.
You can leave it with me.
Leave what with you?
You You said you had a delivery.
No, you said I had a delivery.
I'm here to see Natasha.
Have you got an appointment?
[sighs] Well, you're the one
with the list. You tell me.
Mrs. Carrington's busy.
[stammers] She's busy? Well, that is, uh
That's a shame 'cause I, um
I wanted to ask her about that, uh,
off-books assassination squad
she's been running.
- It's fine. Sorry.
- Yeah, well, never mind.
- Go ahead.
- I'll nip over to the Russian embassy
and a-ask about it over there.
[speaking Russian]
- [ominous music playing]
- [vehicle approaching]
[thug speaks indistinctly]
[River] It's not just Harkness.
He's connected,
but it's it's complicated.
How complicated?
Well, for a start,
the GRU are trying to kill Sid Baker.
- Wait, where's Coe?
- What's the GRU?
Sid Baker's already dead.
[River] No, she's not.
Taverner set her up.
She's been pinned for a hit in Kazan.
Harkness is the cleanup job.
That fucking woman.
River, where's Coe?
Don't look at her. She's golden.
She's been on a retreat.
Where's Coe?
- Another one bites the dust.
- [River] Shut up, bro.
- How'd he die?
- [gulps] You don't wanna know.
- Yes, we do.
- Well, that can't help.
No, it does help actually. How did he die?
- Was he alone?
- What do you want me to say, Shirley?
You don't need to say anything.
It's not his fault, Shirley.
- I'm just asking a question.
- Stop attacking him.
- It's the job.
- She's not attacking me.
Why're you protecting him?
I thought you weren't
- boyfriend and girlfriend.
- Oh, my God, grow up.
- What are you, five?
- Guys, see, this is exactly
what I'm taking about.
- Moira, please be quiet.
- All right. You playing dress-up
- makes you a grown-up, does it?
- No, getting my shit together
makes me a grown-up.
You should try it sometime.
- There gonna be a fight?
- I fuckin' hope so.
- That's not helping.
- We'd all be doing much better at life
- if we had your luck.
- Luck?
- You think that's what you're lacking?
- Lacking more than luck, babes.
No, actually it was a euphemism.
Euphemis For what?
What are you talking about?
- What's your issue with me?
- [smacks lips] Doesn't matter.
Okay. What's the going rate for
a stolen cut diamond these days?
- What?
- Oh, my God. I fucking knew it.
I knew that you had it.
Wait, so so, she stole a diamond?
- No, she didn't.
- You are ridiculous.
- Wait, did you?
- Do you know how ridiculous you are?
You know what's ridiculous?
The idea that someone's
- leaving Slough House for a company car
- Oh, my God. Shirley.
- Leave me alone!
- bonuses and a fucking retreat.
Stop judging my choices!
- I am happy!
- You're full of shit.
- You think the world is against you.
- Bullshit! You're a fake!
No one gives a fuck about you!
[all gasping, exclaiming]
[gunshots]
Stay down. Stay down.
Reece, get behind the sofa now.
[Reece] I can't see anything.
[Roddy coughing]
[grunts, breathes heavily]
- [grunts]
- [Moira gasps]
[gunshots continue]
[Shirley grunts, breathes heavily]
[grunts]
[Catherine] Stay in the larder, Moira.
Reece! Reece, stay down. Don't move.
[grunts]
- [Reece panting]
- Stay there! Stay down! Stay down!
[Louisa] Reece, are you okay?
[Reece] Yeah, I'm fine!
- [River grunts]
- It's your dad.
Yeah, it's good to see him too.
[breathes heavily]
[Louisa pants]
[grunting]
- [whimpers]
- [River] Get down, Reece!
[Roddy] Out of the way! [grunts, pants]
[grunts]
- [lighter clicking]
- Come on.
[whimpers]
[exclaims]
- [grunts]
- [Moira whimpers]
Is he down?
- [Moira whimpers]
- Yes.
Our guy's down too.
Okay, we need to move.
I'll cover.
- [River] Yeah.
- [Moira breathes heavily]
[Roddy] Your dad's still out there.
[River] We won't get another chance.
We're sitting ducks here.
- Reece, can you run?
- Yeah.
- Just not very fast.
- Roddy.
- [River] Ready?
- [stammers]
[Louisa] Let's go.
Now! Go!
- [grunts]
- [River] Go!
[Moira whimpering]
[River] Go on!
Come on, come on!
- Moira, behind me, for fuck's sake.
- Come on!
[Moira gasping, whimpering]
- [shouts, grunts]
- [Louisa] Shit, Moira.
[Moira groans]
No, come on.
We have to keep moving, come on.
- [Roddy] How much do you weigh?
- [grunts]
- [Louisa] Get to cover.
- [Moira gasps]
- What are you doing?
- In here.
- [River] What?
- In here.
- [Reece breathing heavily]
- Fuck.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Did they follow us?
- [sighs]
- [Flyte] I think we're clear.
- Okay?
- [exhales heavily]
[River] All right?
[Moira panting, whimpering]
Oh, we are very, very fucked.
[groans]
[sighs]
- [party music playing]
- [children shouting, muffled]
Let's go.
[Natasha] So, you are Jackson Lamb.
Oh, it's not good for me that you're here.
Not good for me, not good for you.
The Park thinks you're no one.
How'd you pull that off?
Maybe I am no one.
[mutters] Russian wet squad's been
taking out my people on account of a list
that your man Cantor lifted
from the Park and gave to you.
Even if that were true,
that would only make me a go-between.
[door opens]
Can me and Jaden play with your shoes?
[Natasha] Oh, sweetheart,
it's your birthday.
You can do whatever you want.
What?
[child, in Russian] A clown?
Does he do tricks?
I don't know yet, Lapochka.
Why don't you go back to your party?
So
You heard her question.
Do you do tricks, Mr. Lamb?
[in English] I'm, uh
I'm too old
and too fucking scared for tricks.
[sniffs, sighs] Do you know
what I miss about the old days?
[grunts] A cold war was just that.
Cold.
Now, a hot war
burn this world to the ground.
Mine, yours.
Hers.
I think the GRU has had you running
an off-books assassination squad
on British soil because the man
at the top wanted to settle scores.
And now that's all gone tits up,
who do you think's gonna take the rap?
Your boss, comrade Vassily?
[inhales sharply]
I don't care who started this, Natasha.
I just want it fucking stopped.
- [door opens]
- [housekeeper] Mrs. Carrington.
[gasps] I'm so sorry.
It's time for the games.
Oh, yeah.
Back in five.
So, who is ready for some musical statues?
Yay!
- Anything?
- [Shirley] No.
[sighs] We should get going.
We're not gonna be able to see 'em coming.
We'll be trapped.
Yeah, well, if they come from the sea,
I've got us covered.
They're not fucking Vikings.
Seriously, we should get going.
[Flyte] We could get to the boats.
Not without being seen.
I'll distract them.
Keep them at the house.
- [Shirley] You sure?
- Yeah.
When the time is right,
you make a run for it.
What a legend.
- [Shirley sighs]
- Bird takes flight.
- It's eased off. I think I can move now.
- Just loosen it. Loosen it.
- River, you could be seen--
- We'll be fine.
What will you do when you get to the cars?
- [River] We'll get help.
- It's too dangerous.
- We can't sit here, Catherine.
- What we gonna do?
- Stay here and wait for them to find us?
- Okay.
- Just trust us.
- Be careful.
- [Louisa] It'll be fine, okay?
- We'll be back.
I promise, okay?
Be careful.
[breathes deeply]
[Frank] There's no escape over the cliffs.
They'll have to head this way.
Hold back.
Come on.
[panting]
[River] There's one of them
still up there.
Do you reckon we can make it to the cars?
[party music playing]
[music pauses]
- [exclaims] She's fucking moving.
- [children laughing]
What? No, she is.
Keep playing.
[music resumes]
[Jackson inhales sharply]
What if you could give Moscow
the double agent mastermind behind Kazan?
What are we talking about?
Oh, come on, Natasha.
You want out of this.
Otherwise I'd be in a basement by now,
getting my ribs broken.
[chuckles]
I'm listening.
Well, Moscow needs scalps
to make up for the humiliation.
What if you could give them the double
agent behind the whole fucking thing?
There is no double agent mastermind.
No.
[sighs]
I'm not asking you if you'd buy it.
I'm asking you, can you sell it?
[Reece] So wait,
are we just gonna sit here?
[Roddy] Flyte said to move
when the time's right.
[Reece] Right, when will that be?
Don't worry, I'll know.
I'll feel her.
Right, so we're fucked then?
- Shit.
- [Reece shrieks]
[gasps] What the heck was that?
- [Roddy] Fuck.
- [groans]
- [Shirley] Quick!
- [Roddy] I'm coming.
[Reece gasps]
[groans]
[panting]
Oh, shit.
[panting]
- [gunshot]
- [yelps]
[groaning]
[grunts]
- [gun clicking]
- [grunts] Fuck.
[grunts]
[groans]
[inhales sharply, panting]
[breathes deeply]
[groans]
[sighs]
[Louisa] He's moved. I'll cover.
[tense music playing]
[yelps, grunts]
[breathes heavily]
[people chattering, arguing]
[maître d'] I understand.
All reservations are canceled for today.
[chattering indistinctly]
This way.
- Please.
- [maître d'] Please move away.
[chattering, arguing continues]
Hi, Diana.
What's, uh
[chuckles] what's all this?
[Diana] You were supposed
to meet certain people here.
Mmm. Not illegal.
No, but it would have been fatal.
So I called in a bomb threat.
[chuckles]
Does the name Jackson Lamb
mean anything to you?
He has discovered
that I have taken money from you,
and that your money
is Russian money.
Well [chuckles]
if the head of MI5 had accepted
private finance
which ultimately came from the Kremlin,
I would say that was her problem,
not her benefactor's.
Not if she then used that money
to fund an off-books assassination
on Russian soil.
- What?
- I used your money
to finance an unauthorized killing
of a Russian agent in Russia.
One could enjoy the irony
if one had the bandwidth.
Who-Who-Who knows Who knows about this?
Lamb. Lamb knows.
And he's out for revenge.
You leaked his agents to the GRU.
He's gonna throw us both to the wolves.
- Jesus. Fuck!
- I bought us time.
We have about two minutes before they
finish sweeping and find there is no bomb.
Your car will take you
to an airfield where a plane is waiting.
The pilot has flight clearance
for four different locations.
I do not want to know
which one you choose.
Wait, hold on [stammers]
I can protect us both
as long as I remain First Desk,
and to do that I need you
as far away from me as possible.
Russian
Lamb-Lamb has not told the Russians yet
what you used my money for, has he-he?
Yes, he has.
No, no, no, get rid of that.
That's the first thing they'll track.
[exhales sharply]
[tense music playing]
Laslow. La-Laslow.
Laslow!
Las
Who the fuck are you?
Well, I'm obviously not Laslow.
[Damien] What the fuck is Oy!
- [pounding]
- What the fuck is going on?
Let me Let me Let me out of this car.
[Frank groaning]
Come on, come on.
[grunts] I can fucking do it.
Oh, Louisa.
Oh, Louisa.
[panting]
Louisa, you all right?
- [Louisa groaning]
- [gasps]
[Catherine] Oh, my God. Oh, no.
[panting]
Okay, it's still quiet.
We need to get to the boats.
- [coughs]
- Shit, your arm. Are you hurt?
- No, it's just a scratch.
- Let me see.
- [panting]
- What the
- Shirley, is-is that a stick-on tattoo?
- [scoffs]
- [chuckles]
- The ladies like it.
[Reece] Oh, the ladies? What ladies?
Trust me, you'd be more appealing
if you were actually bleeding out.
Right, both of you get up.
We need to move.
If I have to carry him,
I won't be fast enough.
Let's just leave him here.
We can pick him up later.
What is wrong with you?
You're a fucking hero, aren't you?
- [Shirley sighs]
- Yeah.
Fuck's sake.
Okay, well I'll bring in the boats close,
so that all you have to do is
just get down the beach.
- Good. Sounds good.
- Stay with him.
[Catherine] Just press down.
I don't know where it's coming from.
- [Louisa] Me. It's coming from me.
- Let's have a look. Get this out.
Here, come on.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, shit.
- Fuck!
[Catherine] Press, pr-press down.
Keep the pressure up.
- [Moira] Press hard into that.
- [Louisa pants]
- [Moira] Louisa, my dear. That's it.
- Here. Breathe.
[Moira] Good girl. There, that's it.
[panting]
[groans]
[grunts, shouts]
No fucking way. [chuckles]
[screaming]
[both grunting]
- [crunches]
- [shouts]
Fuck!
[screams]
[groaning]
[grunts]
[panting]
[Frank] Take a look.
I saw movement down there.
[hammer cocks]
[footsteps approaching]
- [panting]
- What is that?
A godsend.
Where's Ho?
Apparently, the lone wolf finds
his own path.
So basically, he's fucked off and left us.
[Shirley pants] Of course he has.
Reece, I might have to show you
how to use this.
What?
- Why?
- So you can defend yourself.
But you're here.
Yeah, so you can defend yourself
if I'm not.
I've never killed anyone before.
[sighs]
It's not as hard as you think.
All right.
You know, I-I'd never even seen
a dead body till this week.
And my dad, he was--
You know, those memories,
you just need to learn to deal with them.
- How?
- Bury them.
Just push 'em down really deep.
Pretend they're not there, okay?
[panting]
[groans]
[panting]
[Catherine] Louisa.
- She needs medical attention.
- I know.
Right, well, what do I do?
I can help.
What?
- I can help.
- [scoffs] Moira, you don't help.
- That's the point.
- Show me how the gun works.
[scoffs] Don't be ridiculous.
Look, I know I'd be useless in the field,
but I could stay here.
And I can protect her whilst you get help.
So show me how it works.
[sighs]
[Catherine] Safety catch.
- Yeah, cool.
- Okay.
Red means go. Okay?
Yeah. Okay.
[hammer cocks]
Okay.
Um I'll be back quick.
- [gunshots]
- [gasps]
[grunts]
[breathing shakily]
[Shirley] Nice shot.
[Frank] Ow.
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[Damien] To be really clear with you,
I am a billionaire, okay?
That is not a millionaire.
I've not got a hundred million.
I've got thousands of millions
at my disposal.
- ["SOS" playing on radio]
- There is nothing I cannot do for you.
If it's legal, if it's medical,
I know I know everybody.
Think very carefully.
This is an opportunity for you right here.
- Do you understand me?
- [knocks]
- Hello!
- [music continues]
Hello!
- [sighs]
- [music stops]
[phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- [Catherine panting] Jackson, it's me.
Listen, no more going dark.
We're under attack. We need backup now.
Flyte's dead.
Louisa's been badly wounded, and
God knows what's happened to the others.
Can you hear me?
Jackson, are you there--
Frank Harkness. Call him off.
[stammers] I I--
Call him off.
And I'll see what I could do for you.
[phone buzzing]
[line ringing]
It's ringing.
[Frank] Who is this?
[Damien] Stand down.
Okay. The-The-The mission is aborted.
Can you hear me?
I I want you to stand down.
The mission is aborted!
[stammers] Can you hear me? I said abort--
[line disconnects]
[pants, sighs]
Very good. Excellent. Okay, thank you.
That's done. That's done. Okay?
[grunts]
All right, so [stammers]
Hey, you said you would help me!
I lied.
[sighs]
- Get out.
- [gasps]
[speaking indistinctly]
[phone ringing]
- [Diana] Lamb.
- [Jackson] Yeah, Diana.
Your holiday home in Suffolk.
What about it?
Send help. Send it now.
[exhales sharply]
[Damien] Just wait a second. Okay?
Can you just
- [mercenary] Keep going.
- Can you please! Would you
[footsteps approaching]
[grunting]
[winces softly]
[sighs]
[sniffs, grunts]
[sighs]
- [River, assassin grunting]
- [thudding]
- [gunshot]
- [grunting]
[River pants]
[River panting]
You want one?
[River] Where are the others?
[Frank] Your friends? Down on the beach.
Not all of them of course.
Reece?
Oh, the target is still standing.
The job changed shape.
Everything changes shape.
[sighs]
Sure you won't have one?
[grunts]
Yeah, fuck it. Why not?
[groans]
[River sighs]
Why were you at the funeral?
I wasn't at the funeral. I was at a recce.
The funeral just happened to be there. So
synchronicity.
[sighs]
You know,
you need to get rid of that delusion
that I am intent on ruining your life.
Delusion?
"They fuck you up, your mom and dad."
Isn't that what we're promised?
But, you know, River, sometimes
Daddy just doesn't have the time.
Huh.
Well, if I'm so irrelevant,
why did you just kill her?
[Frank] Hmm.
[panting]
I took out the target with the gun,
rather than the one with the
whatever the fuck that is.
It's a table lamp.
- [Frank] Right. Table lamp.
- [sighs]
Not what you imagined
when you joined the Park, huh?
Oh, yeah, 'cause I forgot you-you're right
at the top of your game, aren't you?
Oh, no. I'm the same as I always was.
It's the jobs that got small.
[helicopter whirring]
[groaning]
[panting]
Well, if there's something
you wanna get off your chest,
I guess now will be the time.
Can you not just have been a normal dad?
What did you have in mind?
Like a train driver or postman?
Anything.
Anything really.
Maybe just not a contract killer.
You know, one day
you should take a good hard look
at what your granddad got up to.
That will complete your education
pretty quick.
Although, I don't know.
Maybe the Old Bastard did get
a few things right.
I should go.
[imitates shooting]
[grunts]
He went that way!
[muffled shouting]
Ms. Taverner,
the Home Secretary will see you now.
[Home Secretary] You're aware
of the gravity of this charge?
[Diana] Yes.
[Nash] Treason committed by someone
who has held
one of the highest offices in the land.
Yes.
Well
Peter Judd was always
a poisonous little toad.
But I have to say,
I never thought him capable of this.
I think betraying his country was
a by-product and not the point.
He was simply currying favor with people
he thought could get him back
to where he belonged.
To the Home Office?
No, I think he was aspiring to [chuckles]
to rather more
than getting his old job back.
Where's Damien Cantor now?
We assume Russia. But we can't be sure.
I have to say, Diana,
in flushing out this threat,
you've shown an extraordinary mixture of
brilliant strategy and appalling judgment.
[chuckles]
I was rather hoping that the former might
be seen to eclipse the latter.
[Nash] When you became aware that
the money you had taken
was, in effect, Russian money,
you chose to tell no one.
Not even me. Why?
[sighs] Well, speaking frankly, Oliver,
I was concerned that involving you
might act as an early warning to Judd.
You did go to school together,
and I simply couldn't be sure
of how strong those ties were. [chuckles]
- [sighs] Home Secretary--
- I have people in position
ready to move on Judd.
Do I have your authorization to proceed?
[Home Secretary] Hmm.
Thank you, Home Secretary.
Thank you.
- [pants]
- [computer game blasting]
Roddy [gasps]
Don't point that thing at me.
You ready?
Yeah.
- [grunts]
- [blasts]
It's time.
Yeah. I'm doing it, Catherine.
Now.
We're leaving.
[door opens]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[Catherine clears throat]
Um Moira sends her apologies.
She's busy making sure
we all get paid next month.
Yeah.
What you got there?
It's from my granddad's cellar.
Oh. Give us a look.
- I think it's quite a nice one.
- [grunts]
Oh, yeah. Lovely.
[door opens]
[crutch tapping]
- Don't all rush to help.
- [River] Right. Sorry.
I'm fine. [chuckles]
- Something like that?
- [Louisa] Yeah. [chuckles]
I'm not coming back, by the way.
Catherine invited me here.
It's not Hotel California.
[sighs]
For every joe
who's fallen in the field.
[Catherine] No. Go ahead.
[Jackson sighs]
[Catherine] For Coe.
[coughs]
[groans, grunts]
What?
I've been in the game longer than you.
[coughing, grunts]
[grunts]
Nice drop of malt, that.
Oh, River. River. [stammers]
Sorry. I have a message for you
from your grandfather's neighbor.
She gave me her phone number.
It's here somewhere.
Um Something about the light
being left on in the house for a few days.
Think she's worried about squatters.
Hold on. It's here somewhere.
[tense music plays]
[sighs]
Sorry. Give me a minute. Hang on. Hang on.
It's here somewhere.
Where is it? [groans]
- [gentle music playing]
- [shower running]
[faucet running]
Tea.
[panting, gasping]
- [music continues]
- [shower continues running]
[gasping, wheezing]
[music fades, ends]
Have you heard something? About River?
Yeah, funny enough I got a postcard.
"Weather's lovely in the afterlife.
Sunsets to die for. Love and hugs."
The head of the GRU, Vassily Rasnikov,
arrived on UK soil unannounced.
[Jackson] And that man sent a death squad
to murder four of my joes.
Well, funny that,
how they're your joes once they're dead.
That hurt my feelings.
Takes some fucking balls going after you.
I'm gonna chop that little fucker,
Sparrow, off at the ankles.
[Jackson] Back in the field, hey, Diana?
I won't have to put up with you
for a little while.
Fuck you!
You're going to rehab.
How long has Rasnikov been in the country
getting up to fuck knows what?
[person] Something's going down.
I can feel it in my balls.
[Louisa] We could be looking
at a death toll into the thousands.
Jesus Christ.
This hotel is nonsmoking.
I think that horse has already bolted.
I'm here to get on top
of impulse control issues.
- Oy.
- [grunts]
You're a spy. You know it. I know it.
[person 2] This will be
a overdue reckoning.
[screams]
You got gravy on your shirt.
[stammers] Yeah, I'm saving it for later.
With the rest of the meal
on your trousers?
Fuck off.
["Slough House (Strange Game)" playing]