The Rook

Previously on The Rook...

Myfanwy, what were you thinking?

I just want to know what happened at the bridge.

Is this your guy?

His name's Marcus Kevler.

I've got a client who wants to give you

a one-way ticket to England.

Nazim is capable of erasing memories.

You have to find out who did this to me and why.

The person who hurt you, betrayed you, is right here.

What happened was intense,

and I'm not denying that I enjoyed it, because I did.

It was a one-time thing.

Okay.

Never again.

What did you want from me?

To finish the job,

sell you at auction.

- Hello, Myfanwy. - Lorik Pernaska.

Keep your hands off my Rook.

We didn't step into Rook Thomas' world, I assure you.

She stepped into ours.

It's time I told you everything.

8.675.

5.44.

20.66.

672.3.

2.33.

Gold, plus 0.7.

I see things.

Platinum down 3/10 market close.

Uh, this is Josie Fairburn,

and I've been overseeing her assessment the past week.

Nice to meet you, Josie.

It's good to have you with us.

Josie?

She rarely interacts verbally.

Josie was diagnosed with autism age four,

but she has always had a proclivity for numbers.

Last week, her brother David was arrested for insider trading.

Made £2 million on commodity trades in less than a week.

Lucky day trader?

Unlikely for a plumber with no financial training.

The FCA suspected he was cheating,

but they couldn't figure out how.

They called us when they discovered this.

Those are Josie's numbers, which correspond to the exact prices

at market end last Wednesday.

She wrote them down almost a month ago.

- Always commodities? - Yes.

It seems that that's her passion.

Have you confirmed this ability yourself?

The formula is tricky,

but based on two years of past predictions,

her accuracy is 93%.

Mm. I'm skeptical.

Quantum theory says it's theoretically possible.

"Theoretically" being the operative word.

Look, um,

the present moment for us is a fraction of a second.

But there is no physical law that says that has to be the case.

For Josie, the present moment...

seems to be more like a month.

I don't understand what that means.

Have a look at the MRI scans.

For most people, the brain centers

that mediate consciousness are always active.

But for Josie, they seem to flicker on and off,

almost like a strobe light.

It's as though she's dropping down to the present moment

for a heartbeat and then flitting off elsewhere.

Look, the theory of relativity

says that time and space are united,

so isn't it possible that an EVA

could move back and forth through time

the same way that you and I move back and forth through space?

Right, well, look, these are her predictions

for tonight on silver, coal, and platinum.

You can see for yourself at 8:43.

Well, we'll discuss it.

Thank you, Myfanwy.

Thank you.

Iron ore, 60.01.

- Natural gas, 2.22. - Your car is on its way.

I thought we'd just wait in here.

I see things.

Soybean oil, 0.41.

Myfanwy Thomas wakes in the rain.

Myfanwy Thomas.

What?

Memory gone.

Dividend falling. Zero sum.

- Sorry, what do you mean? - Attacked.

Memory stolen

by one standing under seas.

What... what are you saying,

that I'm going to be attacked?

Memory stolen

by one standing under seas.

Here, um...

sit.

Sit.

Write down what you just said exactly as you said it.

WTI, 71.9.

FKAM, 39.3.

5.44.

20.6.

Fuck.

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

The truth is in here!

Can I take a look at that, please?

Why?

I'd like to see your ID, please.

Fuck off.

- Okay, come with me. - Hey, hey.

I have every right to be here.

Fuck.

Founder's Day is always a Saturday

and there's always a roast.

Well, then tell the chef he can make the puddings a day early.

Oh, through there, please, guys!

Thanks, yeah. Oh, Myf.

Founder's Feast caterers. Any special instructions?

Double the food. Triple the booze.

Warn Farrier I'm on my way up.

Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.

"In the rain.

Attacked, memory stolen." Those were her exact words.

The girl predicts petroleum prices,

not muggings.

This was strange, different.

I recall you telling us that her power was limited

to commodities?

Yeah, and... and I am an EVA,

and an EVA could be described as a commodity.

Last night, I checked her predictions at 8:43,

and they were all correct down to the last digit.

No, I... I don't like seeing you like this.

- What does that mean? - You're anxious.

- You're spinning out. - Oh, please.

Please don't patronize me.

This is not simply anxiety.

No?

- What is it, then? - Evidence,

empiric evidence.

Oh, please hear what I'm saying.

I'm scared.

When's this event meant to take place?

I'm not sure of that, exactly,

but most of her predictions tend to occur

less than a month out.

So you have a month to seek clarification.

She is not the one to clarify.

She drops the bomb and she moves on.

Okay, so...

Investigate in whatever way you can.

But meanwhile, don't use the random rant of a stranger

as an excuse to spiral under.

Excuse?

You think I want this?

Why would I want this?

We'd all like a reason

to drop out now and again.

If you need a break, take a holiday.

You don't need a gypsy curse as cover.

I'll be back in an hour.

Good of you to join us, Linda.

My apologies.

I hope you didn't wait.

Uh, well, we did.

I'm afraid you might find

the matter in hand a bit sensitive.

- I'll manage. - What is it?

My predecessor's yearly review

of the security services failed to include the Checquy,

an oversight the PM intends to correct.

We're going under review?

It's a matter of resource allocation...

Who and what goes where and how.

Uh, there's been a suggestion that EVAs might be better deployed

amongst the larger, publicly acknowledged agencies,

distributed across MI5, MI6, and the military

according to operational needs.

Merge the Checquy with other agencies.

Or... eliminate entirely.

Like it or not, your agency faces

the growing threat of public exposure,

endangering the lives of its assets

and the political fortunes of those who oversee them.