Slow Horses

Hi. Vote for Mayor Jaffrey.

Oh.

Can I give you a poster for the window?

Oh, the bank doesn't let us be political. Besides he's a shoo-in, isn't he?

Can't take anything for granted.

Imagine if everyone stayed home and we ended up with Dennis Gimball?

He's an idiot. He'll never get in.

Touch wood, but elections aren't idiot-proof, you know.

Morning.

Hope Mayor Jaffrey can count on your vote.

I know a lot of you young people are disenchanted with politics.

Yeah, I-I was too at your age.

But Mayor Jaffrey offers hope whereas Gimball offers… …hate.

Gimball wants to "Make London…"

What are you…

Don't. Do--

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Ho! Look out!

What the fuck?

- Did you not see? - What?

- He was about to run you over. - What you talking about?

My headphones.

It sped up. It was definitely going for you.

They can't have got far.

I thought you were checking CCTV?

I will forward you the link.

Replace my headphones, and we'll leave it at that.

No, we fucking won't.

You also ripped my top. I'll add that to the bill, or else.

Or else what?

Or else I'll file an official complaint against you for assault.

Assault? I just saved your life, dickhead.

By the way, only a twat pays 200 quid for a top.

Yeah, well, I make that money back in pussy.

That makes it sound like I pay for sex, which I don't!

Sex pays for me!

Witnesses describe the shooter as using a shotgun or rifle.

- And that he opened fire randomly… -

…and without emotion.

The police and other emergency services remain at the scene.

And we will, of course, continue to update the story…

Yeah, I know about Abbotsfield.

What the fuck's it got to do with you? Or anyone else at Slough House?

It came out of nowhere. So the Park is scrambling to catch up.

So they'll be doing deep background research,

identity checks, all the boring crap you make us do.

So don't you think they'd appreciate our help?

Well, make an educated guess.

Yes.

I said educated.

That guess left school at 15 to get a job in an abattoir.

Why do you even give a shit anyway?

It's your last day, isn't it?

Why don't you make a paper aeroplane or a rubber band ball?

Make yourself useful.

…not at this stage appear to be terrorist related.

But the motivation for the attack has not been confirmed.

God, why are you mistaking this for my office?

Where you're also not welcome.

S-Shirley has something to tell you.

- Well, I didn't need a warm-up act. - Well, go on then. Hurry up.

So I can tell you to fuck off and finish my breakfast in peace.

Someone nearly ran Ho over.

Good for them. Fuck off.

It was deliberate. They drove straight at him.

While I'd like to think of Ho getting run over accidentally,

it would be robbing the rest of us of a moment's pleasure.

- Where did it happen? - Fan Street.

No cameras. Suspicious in itself.

What sort of car?

Ford Transit van. White.

Any identifying characteristics like, oh, I don't know… y'know, a number plate?

I was too busy rescuing Ho to get it. When I looked around it had gone.

And why isn't Ho here complaining about this himself?

He didn't notice.

Yeah, I kinda see that happening.

White Transit van heading east.

Surely we should at least try and track it?

Well, leaving the scene of an accident doesn't make whoever it was an assassin.

I take it no one leaned out of the window shouting, "I'll get ya next time."

Are you going to take this seriously?

Well, I'm glad you asked me that. No.

Are you going to take this seriously? Fuck off.

Shirley, wait.

What we are seeing today is terror. Pure and simple.

The policies of this soft-on-crime mayor have turned this city into a war zone.

Emma Flyte, MI5 Security Head.

Flytey.

- Excuse me? - Flytey Flyte. Flew the Met for MI5.

Our paths crossed briefly on the, uh, Lennard Street robbery.

Oh, yes. Shall we?

Oh, I see. No time for small talk now you're a fancy spook?

Eleven people are dead at the hands of an automatic weapon.

So, no, I don't have time for small talk.

Especially not with someone who once sent a WhatsApp

listing suspects in the order he would like to fuck them.

Let me show you the scene.

Around 9:07, the suspect comes out of his flat,

he walks to the center of the square

where he opens fire on everyone around him without warning.

Starting with the old boy at the election stall.

Minutes later, turns the gun on himself.

No one stood a chance with that weapon.

Well, we've made inquiries at the local gun club, so, uh…

That kind of weapon is not licensed for gun clubs.

What do we know about the gunman?

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Fan of Dennis Gimball.

Did he ever express extreme views on race or immigration?

It's not come up so far.

According to the locals, he didn't speak to anyone.

I'll need to check his online history.

See if he has any affiliations.

I'll need to let the Park know.

Know what?

Well, gunman was a Gimball supporter,

and his first victim was someone stumping for the mayor.

The press and politicians will have a field day with this.

City's already on a knife edge.

Fuck.

Are you late 'cause you was shaking a tail?

I wish.

No, Catherine texted me to pick up stuff for this party.

Someone tried to take out Ho this morning. Drove straight at him.

What? Really? Who? How?

No, they didn't!

She was looking for an excuse to sexually harass me.

Right. Did… Did this happen or not?

He was nearly run over.

Can you just take some of this?

You think I'm making it up?

No. I believe he was nearly hit by a car as are many people who cross roads.

Why is everyone being such a prick about it?

Not being a prick about it. I just wanna spend my time

on things that actually matter.

A van nearly hit him. I pushed him out of the way.

Right.

Two things, right?

Angry London drivers, and Roddy does have a very irritating walk.

Fuck you.

That was uncalled for.

What is her problem?

No, I meant you.

- Me? - Yes.

She's convinced.

And if someone targets one of us, it means we're all at risk.

Potentially.

Yeah, well, she's not exactly the best eyewitness in the world right now, is she?

I can still hear you, you fucking twat!

Have a heart. She's still dealing with Marcus's death.

Yeah, well, we're all dealing with things, aren't we?

Some of us better than others.

Do you think there was an attack on Ho?

Don't know. Don't care.

Why have you been shopping? I thought you were on an op.

No.

No, I've been picking up supplies for your party.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't want a party.

I just wanna slink out of here.

No. Taking a mental health break is actually pretty brave,

so we should celebrate.

Jesus.

What?

My grandfather was telling me a story this morning,

and I thought I just recognized it because he'd told me it before, or something,

but it's actually because it's the plot to Where Eagles Dare.

- Oh, no. - Yep.

So he's not doing so well?

No.

Well, he's actually adjusted to the home pretty well.

But that's because he doesn't remember much of his life before.

He used to go, and he would give me all these brilliant Cold War stories.

You know, with detail and…

Now when I think I'm getting something from him, it's an old film.

- Don't judge me by the way. - Mm-mmm.

- Already hate myself… - I'm not.

…for feeling like this.

Well, I'm gonna miss this fun office banter.

Flyte's still at the scene.

We're combing through his online history based on what she sent through.

We need a full profile now. There are too many blanks.

I need to know how he got under the radar. We cannot let another one get through.

I just got off the phone from a very unhappy Home Secretary.

Well, yes.

- Eleven dead. - We need to pick ourselves up.

It's what we do next that counts.

And given the political affiliation of the gunman,