Slow Horses

Are you able to stand?

Stand up for me, please.

Stand up slowly, put your hands where I can see them,

and you'll be escorted to the paramedics.

Thank you, Emma.

What the hell happened? We lost you and the escort.

- Hello? - The convoy was attacked. Four Dogs down.

How many men in the attack team?

One.

One? One man killed four Dogs?

Yes, ma'am.

Who is he?

I don't know. Um...

he was in the photo I sent to Giti.

Yes, I saw that.

- Ma'am, I sent the photo because-- - Which one was he?

Which one was he?

The younger one.

Where'd you get the photo?

Cartwright. He found it in France.

Put him on.

Can't, ma'am. He was taken.

Find a medic. Get yourself seen to.

It's one of the cold bodies in the photo.

He's taken Cartwright.

So this attack was just to spring Cartwright?

- No, we can't assume that. - What else does it look like?

For God's sake. He just killed four of our men and walked off with Cartwright.

What other conclusion is there?

Expand the CCTV search.

I want to know where they went,

and I want the suspect in a bag and Cartwright in an interrogation cell.

Scratch that. I'm sorry. Actually...

...shoot to kill authorized on Cartwright too.

- That order is my order to give, and I-- - Excuse me.

I'm assuming operational control.

Shoot to kill authorized on River Cartwright.

Hello. Back to work, everyone. Thank you.

Jesus.

What the hell are you doing?

Listen, every single one of these cold bodies

has turned out to be a homicidal maniac.

We can't afford to take any chances. We know what they're capable of.

- We just lost four men! - And you want to kill another one?

We don't know he's ours anymore, do we?

This is wrong, Claude.

Yeah, well, if I'm wrong, one man dies. If you're wrong,

God alone knows what the potential body count might be.

So, this is my decision.

Out.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Son.

So...

when did you realize?

I saw a painting on the wall at Les Arbres.

And it looked identical to the pictures on the cards

that my mother sent me for my seventh, eighth and ninth birthdays.

They stopped after that.

So it made me think she must've been there.

But I couldn't work out why.

Well, she was there for me.

Right. Yeah.

Were you ever in love?

She was.

Right.

So you just what?

You used her to breed your own private army?

I was using her to secure funds and means.

What does that mean?

Maybe you should ask your grandfather.

What do you want from me?

What is it that you expect me to do here?

Well, I thought it was time to check in.

Right.

I wanna see if you're happy with the way your life is going.

My life? The one that you tried to end in France?

Oh, come on. Don't take it personally.

I was scorching the earth.

- You interrupted me. - Mmm.

If I hadn't been shot at by that fuck, Victor,

we'd have had the conversation we're having now.

I don't want a conversation with you.

I don't want fucking anything to do with you.

- I want you locked up. - Well, you'd have to catch me first.

And you're not as good as me.

Although, you could be.

I'd like to offer you a job.

- A job? - Yeah.

Well, I already have a job...

- and you're a fucking maniac. - Ah, you're stuck.

You're unappreciated.

- Am I? - Yeah, but I can see potential.

You did pretty good at St. Pancras.

You were there, were you?

Yeah.

And I was hoping for a meeting sooner than this.

You evaded three agents.

You're good on your feet,

but you need to learn to think counterintuitively.

When you're the target, attack. When you're being pursued, stand still.

If someone offers you their hand, you show them your fist.

I feel like I'm at a TED talk.

You carry a lot of negative energy around.

What did your mother tell you about me?

That you abandoned her when she was pregnant.

And that you-- Then you died in a car crash.

Well, I mean, here I am. I'm sorry she lied to you.

- Oh, I forgive her. Mmm. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Mmm.

And I'm sorry she left you with your grandfather as your male role model.

Jesus Christ, kept like a pet by that old fossil.

Look, truly, and I do really hope this doesn't come as a shock to you,

but I really don't have any regrets about not being raised a child soldier.

Oh, it's a great way to guarantee loyalty.

You start the training young, you have a near-invincible squad.

Up until one of them goes mad and blows up a shopping center, of course.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yves wasn't declaring war on the West, was he?

No, he was declaring war on you.

Yeah. If Yves hadn't died,

I would have had to kill him for how badly he fucked things up.

You taught Yves to be a killer from the moment he could crawl.

Mmm.

And you-- you don't think that's what could make him crack?

Some people can't take the pressure.

I think you could.

Although your lack of focus seems to be another issue.

Come on, I'm trying to spend some quality time here,

while you play with your phone under the table.

Come on, hand it over.

Who'd you call?

Childline.

Nice.

Well...

I just hope you're not too attached to anyone who might show up.

- There's some more stairs. - Mmm.

There. Okay.

- I'm going to make you a cup of tea. - No, uh, kettle's just boiled.

- I'll do it. I-- - No, it's okay. I--

- David. - Mm-hmm?

David?

- Who are you? - Moira Tregorian.

We overlapped at the Park, but I was very junior then.

I'll get you some tea,

and then you can make yourself comfortable up in her office.

I don't work here anymore.

Nor do I for much longer. I shall be back where I belong.

Where's Mr. Lamb?

He's gone to search for Chapman. Checking on him.

Well, Sam will want to know that David's safe.

Sam has bigger things to worry about.

He was his bagman.

- I know. - Catherine, did you, um--

Hi. Uh... ...d-did you give me a missed call?

I told you River has my phone.

- River. Where is he? - Shit.

- Call him again. - Where's my boy?

- He switched it off again. - What--

Okay, I'm gonna get Ho to trace it.

Yes. Uh, David...

...this way.

Check this out. Call the others down, they're gonna wanna see it.

- Trace Catherine's phone. - She's upstairs.

Guys, live-action replay happening down here!

River has Catherine's phone. He just called and then switched it off.

Look, I can trace where it was when he called you

- but it will take a while. - What?

River's convoy got attacked by our favorite psycho.

What the fuck?

He just dropped two of those Dogs.

I know, and then he busts River out,

which means the Park have now issued a shoot to kill.

Jesus Christ. Where is that?

It's on Gresham Street.

Find out where he's taken him.

- Where are you going? - Back shortly.

We might be sitting targets here.

- That's why I'm going. - What, to avoid being a target?

I'm back on the market, by the way.

- What? - Sex market.

It turns out Kim didn't exist.

What's the stuff that's too embarrassing for you to say out loud?

You're back quick. Got another item for me?

Mmm.

I need it back.

It's all there, three grand.

Oh, no. I-I bought it for three,

- I'm selling it for five. - Well, I haven't got five.

- I've only got the three. - Well, I don't do discounts.

Look, I can bring it back tomorrow.

- What am I, a gun librarian? - I'm just asking to postpone the deal.

- Oh, we already did the deal. - Well, undo it then. Don't be a prick.

I operate on a very simple business principle.

I sell items for more than I bought them.

I'm sure you've encountered this before.

Standard business practice.

Where the fuck am I supposed to find two extra grand?

Ooh, there's a bookie's next door.

Now piss off.

Hey.