Drown Him Then Throw Him a Lifejacket

You have to believe me. Please.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Is Owen okay?

He's alive.

The Popeye file

has just become category one.

Focus efforts on getting closer.

We already know he's interested in you.

I called for your execution.

Bosko favors resurrection.

He trusts you. I do not.

Viking's running

a sophisticated, large-scale international op,

turning diamonds into geopolitical control.

This guy's like us.

Trained by professionals.

It's Blair. Can we meet?

Southwark Cathedral.

Congratulations, Brandon.

You're officially a ghost.

Sami.

We're in a church.

A Muslim and an atheist. Who cares?

I'm followed everywhere.

I know.

They have my family.

- Let me help you. - No one can help me.

I have a plan.

Who is here with you in London?

There is a man. They call him Saeed.

An Emirati.

He's a spy like you.

Saeed had them lead me into a courtyard.

They put a gun to the back of my head

and they pulled the trigger.

When I think of our days and nights together in Addis...

Who were those people?

They're here, now.

Not me.

I didn't survive what they did to me.

Blair, can I speak to you for a second?

What's up?

Does the agency know you organized a meeting

between Sami and me?

No.

When do you plan to tell them?

Are you kidding?

Do you realize what you've done?

I thought I was doing you a favor.

You initiated contact between a target

and an agent under investigation. Why?

Out of personal initiative?

Did any superior know about it?

- You're my superior. - I'm under suspicion.

I-I thought you'd be pleased.

You have to tell Bosko.

- Fucking... - There are rules.

They exist to protect you, the mission, the Company.

Fuck.

Sorry.

Listen very carefully.

This is precisely what you'll say,

word for word.

Okay. Go ahead.

You were aware

I was looking into the NGO

that obtained Dr. Samia Zahir's release?

To assess for possible foreign influence?

Yes, no. What are you talking about?

Samia guessed I was Company.

There's a surprise.

Then what?

She asked to see Martian?

Yeah.

And you told Martian.

Yes.

Okay. Well, congratulations.

This is a whole new scale of fuckup, even for you.

From now on, you report to me

on anything to do with Samia Zahir.

Martian's not involved anymore. You understand?

You know if they made contact?

I don't know. I think so.

You do? 'Cause I think so, too.

She asked me for protection.

From whom?

Osman Abdel-Aziz.

High-ranking Sudanese agent

and liaison between UAE intelligence,

the Saudis, the Chinese and his own agency.

Fucker's back in London?

I don't know how long he's been here, but, uh--

Okay, we're done. You can go.

You did the right thing.

Don't get me wrong, you're still a terrible fucking agent,

but it shows...

Actually, just go, go.

There were these two locations and they were kind of

the same data as this one that we found here.

Oh, one second.

Hello?

Are you a witch?

Damn. You got me.

I'm not talking

Harry Potter, I'm talking Macbeth.

Are you high?

High on whatever magic you've unleashed.

Oh, whoa, whoa, hey. Whoa, slow down.

This weekend,

I have to go to Bahrain.

Energy conference.

Dad can't make it, I'm taking his place.

Come with me.

Five-star hotel, champagne, caviar, hot tub.

You want me to jump on a flight to Bahrain tonight?

No, I'm friends with the son of the sultan.

He's sending his plane.

The prince of Brunei?

Yeah, he's a good friend of mine. He was at Columbia

when I was at Cornell.

I can introduce you. You'll like him.

Okay, Romeo.

Deal.

Hassan's going to some conference in Bahrain.

He's invited Gremlin.

Yeah, we know. We're all over it.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

To be continued.

What's up?

Who's the influencer?

Uh, Katie? Well, she's just there to hook him,

then someone else will do the pitch.

Craig.

- Did you choose this girl? - How is that relevant?

See, this is why men shouldn't be allowed

to choose a honey trap.

You want someone who is plausible.

You jealous?

Spycraft is harder than this, Craig.

You drop Katie into a conference full of bored execs,

you draw heat that won't go away.

Don't fuck up months of Gremlin's precision work.

Come up with a real approach.

I'm running this recruitment. Not you.

Then get it right.

You go. You do it.

Fine. I hear you.

Still on for dinner tonight?

Eight o'clock.

The diamond supply chain starts

in the mountains of Central African Republic.

In exchange for propping up weak regimes,

the government has gradually ceded control

of their most valuable resources to the Russians.

Valhalla activity focused around the Agbado mine

before it was depleted and operations there ceased.

They're now pulling stones out of four other mines,

in Koki, here in Naidok and Yanga and in Daima.

All these regions are banned from export

by the Kimberley Process,

so Valhalla smuggles diamonds onto the world market

through a wholesale dealer based in the diamond quarter

of Antwerp.

This man.

Mikkel de Bruyne.

He cuts rough diamonds

and fakes paperwork to say they originated in South Africa,

Australia or Canada,

before selling the largest

and most valuable stones into the supply chain

to other wholesalers

where they're further legitimized

by new invoices from those other companies.

Somewhere in this chain,

or in the return cash flow, we find a weakness.

A weak link to insert an agent or recruit an asset

who puts us next to Viking.

Follow money. Follow people.

Push hard.

Happy hunting.

Pop, I'm sorry.

I only just got your message.

You forgot.

I feel like an idiot.

Don't say that.

You're making it worse.

Okay.

I found that when I was waiting.

You don't know what it is, do you?

Christmas present. Last year.