Slow Horses (2022) s02e03 Episode Script

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Go.
You lose.
Fine. I lose. Whatever. I'll
Next one'll go down a lot
smoother. I'm just warming up.
You need to relax and open your throat.
Well, I'd be a lot more relaxed
if you hadn't stuck a gun to
the back of my head, wouldn't I?
- It was a good joke, yes?
- Don't worry. I'll get you back.
Don't know how. Maybe
I'll just stick a grenade
under your pillows. How's that?
This is good. We are bonding.
- Same job, different bosses.
- Yeah.
So, how long did you know I
was following you for then?
Since you got on your bike.
Oh, God. Jesus. That's not
embarrassing at all, is it?
Don't feel bad. We do security too.
It's our job to spot people.
- Same job, but we are better.
- Yeah, yeah.
Hey, by the way, I know now
why you didn't want us to,
you know, know you were staying here.
- Why do you think that is?
- 'Cause it's a shithole.
Yes, shithole.
But compared to my place
in Moscow, a palace.
Your English is a lot
better than it was earlier.
- Another toast.
- Oh. Okay.
- To secret meetings.
- Sure. Pravda!
Mmm.
Mmm.
- Who's that?
- A friend.
Get him to join us.
Not a drinking man.
Oh. Then he's not a real man, is he?
What's up?
Nothing. Our friend is tired.
We should bring this night to an end.
- Ah.
- One more for good luck.
Pravda.
There it is. It's fine.
Oi, oi, oi, oi.
- I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you. I'm fine.
- You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's 'cause you spiked my vodka.
- No, we didn't.
- Yeah.
Yes, you did. You spiked
my vodka with vodka.
- See? Right.
- Be careful, okay?
Look before you make turns.
Okay, Mum. Thank you very much.
Should I call you a taxi?
No. I'll be I'll be
fine once I get going.
There you go.
Hi. What can I get you?
Actually, I'm just
checking in for the night.
Johnnie Walker?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Sorry, you threw me.
It's It's Jonathon, or
Jon. It's not Johnnie. Sorry.
- Do you get that a lot?
- Yeah, mainly in pubs.
Great.
Follow me.
What brings you to Upshott?
I'm a journalist.
Uh, I've been writing a
piece about village life,
and, um
Well, Upshott just seemed like
the perfect place to start, really.
Who do you write for? Insomniacs Weekly?
No, uh, The Times.
Oh.
Yeah. This is lovely.
Well, I can give you the headlines.
Apart from the village pub
downstairs and the village shop,
there really is fuck all going on.
Well, where there's
people, there's stories.
Boring stories.
No. You ask the right questions,
you can normally find
something interesting.
You know, everyone has a secret.
Well, don't be asking
too many questions.
We tend to sacrifice troublemaking
strangers to the Green Man.
Oh. I need to get you some towels.
Um, I need to get back downstairs,
but I will leave them
outside your door later.
- Okay.
- Here.
Anything else?
Uh, no, no. All good. Thank you.
Okay. I'll see you
later, Johnnie Walker.
Just Jon.
How safe do you think River is?
He's gone to the Cotswolds,
Standish, not the Helmand Province.
No, I know Dickie's
killer isn't in Upshott,
but he must have a contact there.
His Cicada.
Yeah, but that's who
I'm hoping to flush out.
The killer's name is likely
Chernitsky, by the way.
Doesn't ring any bells.
Well, why would it?
I'm sure you remember what I
did before I came here, Jackson.
Yeah, you drank for England.
I was privy to a lot of ops,
a lot of high-level intel,
and I'm just saying I never
came across the name Chernitsky.
Well, the Park has a file on him.
So either shock, horror
you're not the big cheese
you were making out,
or your mind's starting to go.
It's probably a bit of both.
What's the file say?
Well, it's patchy. There's
a a few known aliases.
I gave them to Ho.
Shirley's checking Heathrow's
CCTV for flights to Estonia.
So, if she spots him,
we'll be able to make a match
with whatever passport he used
to see where else he pops up.
Well, if there's a Cicada in Upshott,
he'll yank the alarm cord, and,
uh, Chernitsky will pop up there.
River doesn't know he's bait, does he?
Of course he fucking does.
Were you thinkin' I'm a monster?
Lamb.
One of your agents is dead.
- Yeah?
- Just Yeah, just came out of nowhere,
and I just
All right. You're gonna have
to give an official statement.
MI5.
Forensics. They haven't been here yet.
- Can you just stand
- My joe? No, I can't.
Who's going to tell Louisa?
And the only explanation
is, he'd been drinking.
God, we had a row.
That's why he was drunk.
- You can't blame yourself.
- Yes, I can.
I know what it's like to lose a
colleague that you're close to,
to feel it's your fault
No, Charles Partner killed himself.
And we weren't just
colleagues, Catherine.
- There's probably nothing I can
- No, there isn't.
- Do you want me to stay?
- No, I don't. Thank you very much.
Can you leave, please?
Oh. Hey, Dad.
Just out for a stroll.
Thought I'd walk you home.
Who's staying in the guest room?
He's a journalist.
He's writing an article on village life.
Is he a proper journalist,
or a pretend one?
Says he works for The Times.
There's no escape.
- Ah. Hello.
- Hi.
So, have you just been
here all night then?
No. I come in early to set the bar.
- Ah.
- Make a bit of extra cash.
And I, uh
I lock the door so that
the village alcoholics,
by which I mean the
villagers, don't, um,
barge in and demand
a breakfast lock-in.
Right.
And there you were, telling me that
life here is boring, and that
Well, that just does not sound boring.
What are you up to today?
Uh, I don't know.
Thought I might just
wander around the village.
- Get a feel for the place.
- Why don't I come with you?
I can show you around.
- Uh, yeah. That would be great. Yeah.
- Yeah?
I've got a spare ten minutes.
And then, um,
would your expenses stretch
to a private aircraft?
Uh, yeah. Who's flying?
Me.
So, um, how long have you lived here?
- All my life.
- Right.
Well, apart from, uh,
three years at uni,
and then I came back here
to consider my next move,
which I'm still considering.
And your parents? Did
they grow up here too?
No. No, they were incomers.
They moved here from London
just before I was born.
And why was that then?
Usual stuff.
Um, swapping the noise and
crime for a slower pace of life.
And my dad got into flying.
So his hobby became his job.
Right. So he's a pilot then?
No. No, he owns the flying club.
- Oh, right, right.
- Mmm.
See, that's, um That's it.
Oh.
You fancy an aerial view?
Here.
Hack that.
I wanna know where he
went in the last 24 hours.
There's blood on it. Whose is it?
Harper's.
You knew, didn't you?
Yeah.
Shame. He was okay for an average guy.
Fucking hell.
I hope you don't get to write my obit.
Come the fuck in if you're coming.
- Sit.
- No, I'm fine.
No, you're not.
Okay.
If there's someone
you want to talk to
I'm talking to you.
Well, I think we both know
these kind of conversations
are not my forte.
Well, I'm not gonna speak
to some shrink at the Park,
if that's what you're suggesting.
Oh, anger already?
Aren't you supposed to
go through denial first?
What is it, um Denial,
anger, drinking, hmm?
More drinking.
There's something else. Um
I know acceptance comes in somewhere.
I've accepted it. He was, uh,
an idiot for cycling pissed.
I want you to vouch for me with Webb.
I have nothing to do with Webb.
Okay, Taverner then. I
wanna stay on the job.
I'm not gonna stay at home and
stare at the walls all day long.
And they need me. I'm-I'm the
only one the Russians trust.
You really think you're up to it?
You've lost people, haven't you?
And I bet you went
straight back in to work.
And that's all I'm asking. For you
to allow me to do the same thing.
Yeah.
The anti-capitalist
marchers' message is simple.
The needs of the citizens
should come before
the needs of the shareholders.
One figure who is a target for
much of the protesters' anger
is Home Secretary Peter Judd,
both for his financial entanglements
You'll remember there was
a question mark over his
Current estimates are
upwards of 10,000 already.
Judd's speech is scheduled for
midday at the Royal Exchange.
We pick him up at 10:00
from a breakfast meeting
at his club in Whitehall.
Front and back, we have
police motorcycle outriders,
followed by service vehicles.
I ride with Judd in the ministerial car.
Ooh, lucky you.
The protest is routed towards the
Royal Exchange down Gresham Street.
I thought we were funneling the
protesters away from the venue.
We did make that request.
Response from the Home
Secretary's office is
that he doesn't want to
appear to be running scared.
- So he's making a flash point.
- In the event of any violence,
we have contingency plans to get
him out and across London Bridge,
away from their main route.
Reluctantly approved.
- Loop in his office.
- Ma'am.
Ooh, we've had a minor hiccup.
- Harper?
- You've heard?
Yes, I'm Second Desk.
So when we lose an agent,
I tend to be informed.
And it's more than a hiccup.
Duffy seems satisfied it is what
it appears to be. An accident.
No reason to hold up
the Glasshouse meeting.
Slow Horses. They can't even
cycle home without getting killed.
I mean, isn't the purpose of
Slough House to get them to quit?
In some ways, Harper's
death's a win for the service.
Jesus Christ, Webb.
He was still a fellow agent.
You worked with him, remember?
- Well not closely.
- Stand up.
Before you start worrying
about what impact his death will
have on your career prospects,
- you might consider what impact it has
- It's a terrible loss,
- and his family have notif
- on my career prospects.
If anything goes wrong with
this Pashkin meet, it's on me.
If it goes right, you get the
opportunity to start a relationship
with someone who might be
the next Russian leader.
If Duffy is certain
Harper's death is clean,
then I see no reason
to hold up the meeting.
I'm gonna need to find
a replacement for Harper.
Guy, too. I think they were involved.
Lamb's already been on the
phone. He wants you to keep Guy,
and he's offering up one of his Horses.
Are you sure we want Lamb in on this?
Well, you should have thought of that
before you started poaching his staff.
Can we trust him?
Of course not. But
then, I don't trust you.
And you definitely shouldn't trust me.
Help me take the cover
off, and we're ready to go.
Uh is there a toilet I could maybe use?
Sure, it's just around the back.
Right. Great. Great.
What are you doing?
Oh, sorry. Journalist.
You don't mind, do you?
This is just fantastic.
Right. Um, put your phone,
keys, wallet in a locker.
- Why?
- 'Cause they might fall out.
Right, right.
You any idea how these things work?
Do I have any idea how
washing machines work?
I assume they take money. Four quid?
Yeah.
And washing powder and, indeed, washing.
Jesus, Lamb. You never been
to a launderette before?
This is Spycraft 101.
I was your other kind of undercover.
Casinos, Krug, five-star hotels.
Washing was mostly room service.
Yeah. And I flew in a jet pack to work.
Not putting any powder in?
No, all they need is a quick rinse.
There you are.
You get anything?
Any reason you couldn't
do this in-house?
Well, I don't trust the bastards.
Well, maybe some of the bastards,
but not if you actually
want a proper job done.
Knew it would all fall
apart when I got kicked out.
Duffy still in charge of the Dogs?
Oh, yeah.
He was ahead of me on this one.
I should hope so. She
ran over one of my joes.
Ran the numbers on her. Gave
her a clean bill of health.
Because she's clean?
Because he did a half-arse job.
What he should've done
is take her entire life
and shake it in a high wind.
Care to expand?
Well let's just say
she did a little sightseeing in Moscow
with a lot of disreputable locals.
Everything else you
need's in the envelope.
Address, employment,
narrative of a fucked-up life.
Ooh.
Tokens.
For the dryer.
It's the one without the water.
You really do seem nervous.
What? No, no.
I'm fine in big planes,
it's just something about
about a really small
one that's making me Okay.
- Did you do that on purpose?
- No.
No, that was an air pocket.
This is on purpose, though.
Oh, God. Jesus.
Oh.
Try to relax. It's just
like a roller coaster.
Yeah. Yeah, well, I hate them.
Like this.
Okay, okay. Okay. Oh!
God. Jesus.
Okay. Not again. Whoa.
Trees. Trees. Trees.
Lots of trees. Jesus.
Whoa, okay. That's close.
Oh, no. Oh.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Gonna crash!
Ooh. Yep.
How's it going listening
in on Chernitsky's mobile?
Phone's switched off.
And once it's on I'll need to do
a whole load of stuff
you won't understand.
Just showing an interest.
Right. Can you not?
You sure there's any actual point
going through hours of CCTV footage?
We know Chernitsky got
on a flight to Estonia,
so he must have been at
one of these check-in desks.
I'm looking for a match.
Your face, my arse.
You don't look at
people's faces, do you, Ho?
You look just above their forehead.
- Do not.
- Okay. To be fair,
in Louisa's case, you
just look at her rear.
Why not? I reckon I'm in with a chance,
now Min Harper's in a freezer drawer.
- Wow.
- What?
Too soon?
Do you need help?
No, it's fine. It's fine.
- Who was that?
- My dad.
Don't worry, he always looks like that.
Didn't know we were hot-desking.
Better not be looking at porn.
Sorry. I haven't been
allocated a workstation yet.
You've been here months now.
Yeah, Ho's supposed to be sorting it.
He's refusing unless I kneel and
address him as Emperor Electrofist
or some shit.
You don't have to kneel.
I'd settle for a bow.
Arkady Pashkin.
Digging into his background,
but I can't find much.
Loads on his boss, though.
What's it all in aid of?
All Spider said is they're
trying to get Nevsky
in a room with Taverner,
supposedly to discuss energy security.
I guess I'll find out the
truth when I'm in there.
All right, you've got your seat back.
Mug. Should have charged him data rent.
No, I'll take it today. I'll
pick them up on my way back.
Thanks.
Thanks.
What?
You were right. He's
definitely on to me.
- Are you sure?
- Yep.
When his daughter took me up
in a plane, which was lovely,
I'm pretty sure he went
through my phone and wallet.
It was sloppy tradecraft too.
So, I don't know Either he
wants me to know he's looking at me,
or he's just out of practice.
Yeah, well, your legend's
tight, so he won't find anything.
Which means he'll wanna get closer.
Do you reckon the daughter took you up
so that he could have a snoop about?
I don't think so, but
I don't know. Maybe.
You given her one?
No. And not that that's
any of your business anyway.
Well, if it's on the cards
and you get a green light,
don't blow your cover. Steam in there.
There's just a whole set of ethics there
that you really need to catch up on.
Yes. And the day they introduce
ethics into what we do,
they might as well shut us down.
Anything else?
Uh, just a sec.
Right, I better go.
- Harper's dead.
- What?
Yeah. He got knocked
off his bike. Pissed.
But I don't buy it any more
than I bought Dickie Bow's death.
So watch yourself.
They're dangerous.
Yeah, if Yeah T-Tuesday would
be, uh would be a good time.
Who is it?
Sorry. Uh, were you yelling?
Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Is that why you picked up the lamp?
Just in case I was an assassin?
Oh. Uh. N-No. I just I
knocked it as I came to the door.
Oh. I didn't hear that.
Oh, well, you had your earphones in.
And I caught it as well. Thank God.
- So, um, can I help you?
- Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, uh, dinner invite.
Don't get too excited.
Not from me, from my mum.
She heard you were writing an article
and wants to protect
the image of the village.
Yeah. She thinks she's
the mayor or something.
I should warn you that my
dad might be a bit touchy.
What? Because of me or
No. No. He, uh He
thinks my mom over-hosts,
and he finds it stressful having
to be on his best behavior.
Ah. Right.
Well, I'll, uh, eat in
silence and leave. Don't worry.
Great plan. That'll
definitely relax everyone.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Just wanna say sorry about
- Yeah, yeah. Got it.
Look, I know we don't know each other,
and being at Slough House
obviously marks me down, but
It marks me down too.
Look, I just wanna do
a good job, all right?
Yeah, sure. No one's stopping you.
I read that file Webb gave you.
Anything else I need to know?
Min didn't trust them,
so neither should you.
- And they're carrying guns.
- Right.
Making notes or just being rude?
Uh, making notes.
Hey, again. Hello.
I'm sorry to hear about
your colleague. Condolences.
It won't affect anything. Hello.
Marcus Longridge. I'll
be replacing Mr. Harper.
Good. Shall we go then?
- Yeah.
- Yes.
Diana.
Minister.
Got your report on
security for my speech.
You still there?
Yes.
You went quiet.
Well, I wasn't aware I was
required to make a noise.
Well, I rather thought you
might have anticipated this call.
I thought you might want to
preempt what I'm about to say.
Oh, dare I hope you've decided
to relocate your speech
or reroute the march?
Why on Earth would I do that?
I have a right to speak, and
they have a right to march.
You're giving a speech to the city
on a day that people have
organized an anti-capitalist march
to protest against people like you.
People like me?
You wanna watch it, Diana,
or I'll set HR on you.
Pretty sure that sort of
language is offensive to some.
You're giving your speech
in view of the Glasshouse,
the corporate temple in
the heart of the city,
which may seem to some
people like a "up yours."
And changing location might mean
I have something to hide, which I don't.
The parliamentary investigation
was quite clear on that point.
Peter, may I speak off the record?
I'm Second Desk, and I am rather busy.
So if there's a point to this
unscheduled call, I'd like to hear it.
I'm Home Secretary, Diana. I can
ring you whenever the fuck I like.
I can also tell you to do
whatever the fuck I want.
And I don't want to share the
back seat with this Nick Duffy.
I want to share it with you.
May I ask why you
consider this a necessity?
I just want to make sure
everything goes smoothly.
Ingrid Tearney's unavailable, so I
get the second choice. Understood?
Absolutely. Oh, of
course I'll come with you.
Yes.
And I look forward to
hearing your speech.
Ta. Dress to impress.
Johnnie?
Johnnie?
- Ah. Come around.
- Ah.
- Sorry.
- No.
- I couldn't
- Yeah, sorry. Sorry.
- I'm, uh I'm Alex.
- Oh, I'm Jo I'm Jon.
- Ah, it's lovely to meet you.
- Oh. Oh.
Oh, these are for you.
Ah, they're beautiful.
Yes, uh Smallest roses I've ever
seen, but I'm sure they're nice.
Oh, sorry about this.
I, uh I called for Kelly, but
I don't know where she's gone.
I think she's upstairs.
Kelly!
Ah.
Um, now come in, please. Come in.
Now, what can I get you to drink?
Wine, beer, gin and tonic?
Gin and tonic, yeah.
That'd be lovely. Thank you.
I can tell we're gonna
get along just fine.
Ah, having said that, I
didn't bring any tonic in.
Would you mind fetching
some from the garden shed?
Yeah, yeah.
- Just at the end?
- Yeah. That's it, thanks.
Great.
Hi. Hi.
Sorry, I've been sent
to find, uh, tonic water.
- Duncan.
- Jon.
I think we saw each other
before at the flying club.
You're writing an
article on village life?
Yes, I am. Yes, yeah.
Gonna give my flying club a plug?
Of course. Yeah.
The, uh The pilot might not
get the best review, though.
- Throw you about, did she?
- Just a bit, yeah.
Always been a daredevil.
Tonic's over there.
Great.
Tell her I'll be out in a minute.
Will do.
Johnnie Walker.
Sorry, I've, uh, got to get this.
Hello? Mmm.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah. I'm sure it'll just be routine.
All good.
Bloody hell. This is all right, innit?
- Ms. Guy.
- Mr. Pashkin. Nice to meet you.
- Mr
- Longridge.
Arkady Pashkin. Come. Have a seat.
Ms. Guy, can I get you a drink?
- Uh, no. I'm fine, thank you.
- No.
You must forgive me. Jet
lag leaves me ravenous.
Please begin.
Well, we we walked through the route
that we'll be taking
for the meeting tomorrow.
We accessed the building via
the underground loading area,
which we can control.
There are six lifts. No cameras.
It's glass, but
reflective on the outside.
Three of them have access to floor 30.
The other three reach the 47th floor.
How would Nevsky join any
future meetings unobserved?
Well, we-we stopped
off at the 42nd floor
to check his potential
route from his office there.
So, for any future meetings,
we would disable the cameras
outside of his office.
He would then join us
in the service lift.
There are four cameras in
the foyer of the 47th floor
that lead to the boardroom,
which are currently disabled.
I hear the boardroom has quite a view.
Well, it's only five
floors higher than Nevsky's.
Surely you've been there loads of times?
I rarely visit.
I'm more of a roving operations manager,
working on special
projects for Mr. Nevsky.
I have little to do with the
day-to-day running of his companies.
Please, continue.
The boardroom is soundproofed,
but we also swept for bugs.
- Did you find any?
- No.
We sealed the room. No one's going
in or out until tomorrow morning.
You're satisfied?
Yes, I am.
Then so am I.
- Till tomorrow.
- Yeah.
Are you sure you don't
want a drink something?
No. See you in the morning.
Very well then. See you tomorrow.
You buying tomorrow is about setting up
a back channel on energy security?
That's what they're saying.
I'm not paid to speculate.
- Where you headed?
- That way.
Yeah, works for me.
That call that you got earlier,
was that Lamb checking up on me?
No.
Taverner then, or Spider?
No. Look, shit
I gamble, all right? That's all.
You what?
Cards, horses, the amount
of matches in a box.
You name it, I'll put a bet on it.
They put me in Slough
House 'cause I gamble,
not 'cause I'm a fuck-up.
Jesus Christ. When you said
you were making notes earlier,
- were you placing
- Placing a bet? Yeah.
That call upstairs was the
bookie telling me I'd lost,
so I didn't make any
notes on that one, sorry.
You know, luck's like the
tide. It comes in, it goes out.
What about your family?
Yeah, I've got a bizarrely
functional homelife.
Spouse, kids, dogs.
Yeah, well, good for you.
- Look. Sorry, I didn't mean to
- Now, listen.
No more gambling on the detail,
okay? Don't fuck this up for me.
Doesn't interfere with my work.
It literally did earlier.
You held us up to place a bet.
No more gambling on the detail.
So, what makes you wanna
write about Upshott, Jon?
Oh, um
Well, it obviously has its
own very rural identity.
You know, got its own country identity,
but it's near enough to London
that you get a lot of,
uh weekenders and commuters.
So, yes. So I'm interested in
whether those cultures clash.
They do.
Dad, you own two planes.
So?
See, we've got our own
culture clash at this table.
But you guys moved here.
You're not from here?
Well, i-is that a question?
Sounds like you already know.
Oh, sorry Kelly told me.
Why am I being made
to feel like a snitch?
Because your father
reacts to conversation
like it's an interrogation.
Uh, yes. We're the standard
cliché, I'm afraid.
We moved here to escape the rat race.
You were not in the rat race.
You were student radicals.
Ah, excuse me, I wasn't.
That was your father and Leo.
Leo is a darling, but
get a few whiskeys in him,
and Oh, my God, it all comes out.
He's one notch down
from "hang the rich."
Ah. Um, shall I get
another bottle of wine?
Yeah.
Sounds like he stayed a
student and you guys grew up.
Or they sold out.
If they were my age, they would be
going on the anti-capitalist march.
Oh.
What about you, Duncan? What
are your views on the march?
Did you find your politics changed
when you moved to the country, or
Can we just do food?
Yeah. Yeah. So Sorry.
Journalist. Just
always asking questions.
Yeah, so you keep saying.
I wouldn't if I were you.
I don't think we'd want anyone
calling the police on this one.
It's thirsty work, following you.
- I think we found him.
- Phone's just come on.
What the fuck is that?
Can you run a check to
see if any music groups
Indie folk bands, by the looks
of it are touring Estonia?
I can do that, obviously.
Why I would want to do
that is another question.
Fuck's sake.
Okay. "The UK-based Folklaw
" spelled L-A-W, Jesus,
" are currently on tour in Estonia."
Have you found him?
Looks like our man's
in a terrible folk band.
He dropped the phone
into one of their bags.
They've probably turned it on
just now, wondering whose it is.
So the phone went to
Estonia, but Chernitsky
Did not.
Flight manifest has him as Philip Jones.
Checked on the flight ES 217 to Estonia,
but Philip Jones did
not get on that flight.
What's he doing, staying in the country?
Walking around with a huge fucking
grin on his baldilocks face.
J-Just tell me how you
happened to hit him.
Came out of nowhere on his
bike, right in front of my car.
It was his fault. It wasn't mine.
- His name was Min Harper.
- Yeah, I know his name. They told me.
Yeah. He had a family, kids, a life.
Don't you think you owe it to them
to explain what really happened?
Well, I'm owed something
too. Compensation.
Think I like having his
death on my conscience?
You know what? Get out of my fucking
flat before I call my legal team.
Oh, please, go ahead.
Call your legal team.
I speak a smattering of Russian,
if you need help translating.
Oh, but wait. You already
speak fluent Russian.
I know all about you, Rebecca.
Yeah. Quite the wild
child back in the day.
Uh, your mummy and daddy
must have been worried sick
when you ran off to P Vladivostok.
Probably seemed quite romantic.
Sharing a flat with a
right pair of charmers
who set you up in a What was it?
Hey? Catering business.
It's a shame they buggered off.
Look at me.
I know there's more to it.
I know it was orchestrated.
The whole accident.
And I also know you are not safe.
Now, I can get you safe,
but you need to tell me what you know.
I've done nothing wrong.
I I don't like to rifle
through a person's handbag
but, uh, on this occasion,
I'll make an exception.
Wow, someone got a nice cash bonus, huh?
Question is, what for?
- Talk!
- I can't. I can't.
Oh, Rebecca.
They're gonna know I was here, yeah?
They're gonna assume you
talked, so you might as well.
Like I say, I can I can help you
But you gotta tell me what you know.
Yeah?
I wasn't the one driving the car.
And it wasn't the car that killed him.
Well, if it turns out you like
it so much you want to move here,
I can be your estate agent
for a small commission.
She's not actually joking.
Why don't we see what
he writes about us first
before we invite him to move here?
Oh, Jon's gonna paint us in a
very flattering light. I know.
Ah, Jesus. Not more guests.
Please, Duncan.
It's Sam. He said he was
gonna drop off a pheasant.
Oh, uh There's a secret
poaching network you can dig into
if you change the names. Yeah.
Oh, my God. L-Leo!
Duncan! Leo's here.
Really? I don't believe it.
- Just gonna have to take this. Sorry.
- Okay.
Hey.
River, we've just found out
that Dickie Bow's killer,
Andrei Chernitsky
He is not in Estonia.
He never left the UK.
- We don't know where he is
- Jon?
or what he's up to
- Who's he on the phone to?
- Right, I better go.
River?
Sorry. Sorry. Editor.
No, no problem. I just wanted
you to meet a friend of ours.
Leo, this is Jon. Jon, Leo.
He turned up out of
the blue. What fun, huh?
Pleased to meet you.
Likewise.
Maybe we should move
inside? It's getting chilly.
- Hi, Kelly.
- Hi.
Yeah. Let's, um, open