06x02 - Daddy Issues

[bunniefuu]

[crunching]

[ominous music playing]

Delivery.

[resident] It's a bit of a mess.

No judgment.

You're new.

I don't feel new.

I was at a funeral this morning.

All the doggies in the Park were there
but not you.

Yeah, 'cause I got fired for stealing
that b*stard file for your lot.

That's why I was there.

To verify your claim.

That's a lot of dough.

It'll need cleaning.

You know, the Park don't even know
the file's gone.

Just... I got caught somewhere
I shouldn't have been.

I hope the big man understands.

Oh, he understands.

I lost my job.
That calls for compensation.

Or else you tell the Park he commissioned
the theft of that file, yeah?

Only, from where he's standing, that
doesn't look like a compensation claim.

That kind of looks like blackmail.

I just want what's fair.

I guess that's why I'm here.

Oh, is that your boy?

[resident] Yeah.

Important that a father
takes care of his son.

f*ck.

Yeah, let's see. f*ck.

[choking]

[grunts, gasping]

[choking]

[grunting, groaning]

[choking]

- [choking stops]
- [grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Holy sh*t.

[breathing heavily]

["Strange Game" playing]

♪ Surrounded by losers ♪

♪ Misfits and boozers ♪

♪ Hanging by your fingernails ♪

♪ You made one mistake
You got burned at the stake ♪

♪ You're finished, you're foolish
You failed ♪

♪ There's always a hope
On this slippery slope ♪

♪ Somewhere a ghost of a chance ♪

♪ To get back in that game ♪

♪ And burn off your shame ♪

♪ And dance with the big boys again ♪

[crack]

[heavy electronic music playing]

Meeting in Lamb's office now.
sh*t's going down.

Yeah, no can do.

Bitcoin's about to pop off.

Could be another big payday
for the Crypto-Rod.

Cartwright's dad's back.

[gulps]

Why are we just sitting here?
We need to... We can trace Harkness's car.

[sighs] Well, I can see why Daddy might be
a bit of a stretch, but Harkness?

- So, is Standish not back yet?
- [JK] No.

Look, I've got the plates. We can just...
What are you looking for?

[Jackson] I'm looking for a cigarette.

May as well get in there now 'cause f*ck
knows who he sent to k*ll us this time.

Uh, he didn't actually try
and k*ll anyone today, can I just say.

[grunts] Well, he did bounce you
off his windscreen.

- Yeah.
- And let's face it.

That doesn't necessarily speak
to evil motives.

Yeah, what about the two dead Horses
you had me check on?

What dead Horses?

Struan Loy and Kay White.

They used to work here.
Not that anyone would've noticed.

- They've been k*lled?
- [Jackson] Yeah.

What, both of them?

Well, if it had only been one of them,
I would've only said one name, wouldn't I?

Christ, it's...
it's like watching plankton think.

Well, they must be connected, right?

- Th-Them and Harkness.
- [Roddy] Yes.

Maybe.

Yeah. Which is why we need to
address the five Fs.

Who the f*ck? What the f*ck?
Where the f*ck? And why the f*ck?

- That's four.
- [sighs] f*ck off. That's five.

Glad to see
you're still with us, Mr. Bundy,

because I want you and Tiny Dander here

to go and see if you can
find out anything more

about Kay White's apparently
accidental death.

Well, I'm not going anywhere
till we get paid.

[Jackson sighs]
Well, what else you gonna do?

Forage for mice in the basement?

Cartwright, you and the Womble
of Wall Street track Harkness's car.

Thank f*ck for that.

Yeah, I want to know
where he's been and where he is now.

And don't do anything
without my explicit orders.

[stutters]

Not everything's about you
and your daddy issues!

[chuckles softly]

[sighs]

Well, go on then. f*ck off.

f*cking hell.

Diana! So glad you could come.

My latest fine dining find.
What do you think?

First-class wine cellar
and popular with the House.

Handy for keeping an eye
on who's plotting with whom.

You've got 15 minutes.

Oh, I do wish
you wouldn't be so peremptory.

I'm sure there's a more convivial person
in there somewhere.

If only she was allowed out.

Fourteen minutes.

You know, this reminds me
of one of those drama games

where one gets dealt a playing card
and has to act out

- whatever status it confers.
- [sighs]

Queening it about even if in reality
one has no power or leverage whatsoever.

Peter, you seem to be under the impression

- that you have the upper hand.
- [chuckles]

Do I really need to remind you
how this started?

Quite right.

We each have a g*n to the other's head.

[inhales sharply] But the thing is, Diana,

I'm an already-disgraced former minister
with virtually no reputation left to lose.

You're the unblemished head
of the security services.

My g*n really is much bigger.

[slurps, chews]

I suppose it's too much to ask
what you used the money for?

Oh, don't be silly.

[chuckles softly]

Damien!

What a delightful surprise.
Please, join us.

You remember Diana?

Of course. Madam First Desk.
It's an honor.

Damien's the owner of Britain's newest...
well, newish news channel.

Is he?

Strong, accessible, opinion-led content.

Very slightly right-leaning.
You must've come across it.

Well, who hasn't?

It's doing awfully well.

And Damien's a huge fan
of yours, Diana. Huge.

Mmm. I was wondering, in fact...

I don't do media.

Did I mention? He's also the chap
who gave me the money I gave you.

I'm just a patriot happy to invest
in the nation's security.

And with an enormous platform to discuss
that investment should he so choose.

Peter.

One television interview.
That's all I'm asking.

Hmm.

- [River sighs]
- Your dad picked up a rental car.

[River] Where is he now?

- That is the six-million-dollar question.
- [typing]

I missed a call, uh, yesterday

and I can guarantee it was him.
Can you trace it?

Well, you can't trace a missed call.
You need to answer it.

Yeah, that's what...
That's what I'm saying. I missed it.

That's why it's called a missed call.

Yeah, but if you answer it,
I can trace the connection.

Yes, but I missed it.
That's the f*cking point.

Listen, River, I know
you're going through a lot right now.

- I do. I get it.
- Don't...

I've been there before.

You... Been-Been where?

Loss. Grief.

Tara.

Roddy, she was a Libyan honey trap.

Yeah, jury's still out on that.

Harkness's car is parked
at Tower Hamlets. Feldon Road.

Have...

Have you... Why did you not just
tell me that straightaway?

Thought you needed a distraction.
You know?

'Cause your grandpops is dead.

Oh, my f*cking God. I... I actually...

- I am gonna just k*ll you now.
- Whoa. Whoa!

[Jackson] A bit of f*cking urgency
wouldn't go amiss here, Cartwright!

[headphones clatter]

[whispers] Namaste.

[sighs]

Is he in there?

Nah.

Yep. Very funny.

Lamb.

[lock rattles, clicks]

- [barks]
- f*ck off.

- [sniffs]
- f*ck.

[door closes]

[door creaks]

[sighs]

You don't see that every day.

[exhales deeply] Go on. Check upstairs.

[grunts]

Yeah.

No, nothing.

Who was he then?

[groans] Andrew Nesmith.

[sniffs] A Dog.

- A Dog?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it looks like your father was,
uh, trying to make it look like suicide.

Or another sex game gone wrong.

How could he be connected to my dad?
To... To Harkness?

[Jackson] Yeah.
Or my joes, for that matter.

[exhales sharply] Well, shall I, um...
Shall I call the body in then?

Unless you want to use this as a chance
to tell me about life and death again.

[burps, groans]
There's something wrong here.

- You think?
- Yeah. There's no cash,

no credit card, no phone, no laptop.

No nothing.

Yeah, well,
robbery isn't really Harkness's style.

Huh. Yeah, it's not, is it?

[Jackson munching, grunts]

[packet crinkles]

Where did you get those?

On there. [sniffs]

There's a CCTV camera
on the building opposite.

It might've picked something up.

Good.

[crunching]

Well, go on.

Go see what's on there!

Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna. Jesus.

[Shirley] Didn't even get chance
to dry my jacket. f*cking drenched.

However crap things are,
there's always room for them to get worse.

Job was sh*t enough
when we were actually getting paid for it.

You got much savings?

[JK] I'm loaded.

Investment banker. Ten years.
Got a cool car too.

- [Shirley] Right.
- You?

Nah. Paycheck to paycheck kind of girl.

Do you want some money?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

All right. Friends or family?

Colleagues.

We cherished her.

Hi, um, I was wondering
if you could help us.

We're looking for someone's boat.
Kay White's.

We used to work with her.

Uh, yeah. It's just that one there.

Cool.

[lock rattling]

[Shirley] f*cking hell.

Why does everyone live
in better places than me?

Jesus Chri...

How the f*ck do you do that?

Well, it's not like
she needs it anymore, is it?

[guard] Hey.

You ain't supposed to be here.

Um, uh, yeah.
Can I speak to who's in charge?

I'm head of security.

Well, I'm from the security services,
and I, uh...

I need to look at the footage
from your camera out there.

ID?

[clears throat]

Can't see it.

What exactly are we looking for?

It's just... Oh, there. Stop... Stop that.

[button clicks]

- Right. Can you, like, play it forward?
- Yes.

Great.

What... What is that?
Is there another angle?

[guard] Hold on.

[typing]

I can get closer.

There's a camera in the alley.

It's not ours, but...

Yep, that's a child.

- [chuckles]
- Right.

sh*t.

Um, okay.

I'm gonna need to send this to someone.

- Oh, can you...
- Yep. Hang on.

It's not very clear.

- [typing]
- [River] Oh, great.

[camera shutter clicks]

Thanks for that.

I'll, um, see myself out.

Actually, just a thought...

If you, uh... If you get a minute...

[pen scratching]

...you should call that number
and tell the woman that answers

that you want to join
something called the Dogs.

I know. It's, uh, where I used to work.

And, um... Well, I think they could
probably use someone like you.

If that's...

Oh, and, uh, tell her
that River Cartwright sent you.

[chuckling] "Tell her
that River Cartwright sent you."

Oh, she'll be having doors slammed
in her face from now until judgment day.

Don't make that face.

You're a... face.

[phone buzzes]

- [button clicks]
- 'Sup.

Roddy, I've just sent you something.

Um, can you check
if there's a minor registered

- at flat four, Hardwick Hou...
- [phone rings]

- Hello?
- [distorted]

Hello?

- [line drops]
- f*ck.

- [police siren wailing]
- [children clamoring]

Ghost call?

No, no. It's just, um,
someone trying to sell me something.

Do you want to know your tell?

I don't... I-I don't have a tell.

What is it?

You're a sh*t liar.

It's him. Harkness. He's f*cking with me.

Well, if he calls again, let me know.

'Cause f*cking with you is my job.

[Flyte] Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes?

Um, there's an interview.
Just gone in the public diary.

Yes, it's a media commitment.

Right. But we don't do media.
[chuckles softly]

We do what I say we do.

Yes. Of course. Um, but I had no idea
about this until ten minutes ago.

And I have to pre-check
all your public-event security.

It's my job.

- [elevator door chimes]
- Yes, I know what your job is.

[elevator button clicks]

[server]
Okay, we have pulled pork, appleslaw,

mac and cheese and onion rings
on the side. Twice.

So is that cash or card?

Cash.

Yeah, that's not enough.

Sorry about your friend.

Yeah, thanks.
He's... He's taking it really badly.

You know, I did see something.
The night she died.

Yeah, two people coming from her boat.
A man and a woman.

Have you told the police?

No. My visa's expired.

Aren't you her friends? You tell them.

What'd they look like?

[trolley rattling]

Oh, yeah.

How much?

They have a problem with inflation.

No, we don't... We don't need a nail g*n.

[chuckling] Yeah. Have you ever used one?

Jesus, this...

What?

I don't like being told how to do my job.

Do you?

It doesn't matter what we like.

Ah, costumes.

[Roddy] The kid in the CCTV
is Reece Nesmith.

What, so he's the son
of the dead Dog then?

Yeah. But he didn't live with his dad.

And also, he gets moved
around different children's homes.

Hmm. Well, I need to know
which one he's in now.

Yeah? I want an address.

[typing]

Right, he called again,
but I didn't miss this one.

So, can you trace it?

Did he leave a message?

No, no message. It was, like,
three seconds of white noise.

Is that enough?

[scoffs]
If you're Hobi-Wan f*cking Kenobi.

The Force is strong with this one.

f*cking hate Star Trek.

It's Star Wars.

- I'll get to it.
- [phone slams]

[typing]

[thunder rumbling]

[shop assistant] Hello, madam.

Can I offer any assistance?

No, I'm just browsing.

Sure. Yeah. Feel free.

Or perhaps I could offer some pointers?
You thinking white or red?

Red. I'd be thinking red.

Red. Okay.

Well, how about
something classic and French?

Perhaps a Bordeaux or a Burgundy.

Or dare we venture as far as the Rhone.

I would want something
I could really sink into.

A Bordeaux. Okay.

Uh... [clears throat] ...yeah, okay.

So, both are classics,
but very different terroir.

The Margaux has hints of spice,
tobacco, plum.

It's polished. Balanced.

The Saint-Émilion, well,
that's more merlot,

so think wild hedgerow berries,
oak, leather.

It's pungent, but with real depth.

[Catherine] Hmm.

Hmm.

I used to drink Margaux
with an old boss of mine once.

It was a while ago now.

S-So, the Margaux?

- Why not? Yes. Let's go with that.
- Okay, great.

- Oh, I'm going to need a corkscrew.
- Certainly.

[footsteps echoing]

Good evening, ma'am. How are you?

I trust you had a good journey.

Damien is so excited
you've agreed to do this.

Such a "coop" for the channel.

[Damien] Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

I am so f*cking starstruck here. Diana.

Is "Diana" okay?
Or should it be "First Desk"?

Yes, Diana's fine.

- Our security in these hands. Literally.
- [staff member] Wow.

[cheers]

Diana, I'd like you to meet the team.

Hello, team.

[all chuckle]

And we'd love to, uh, talk you through
how we imagine the interview unfolding.

Well, obviously, no operational details
and no questions about my personal life.

Other than that...

Uh, well, we've actually prepared a list
of possible avenues of discussion.

Maybe we could, uh...

Oh, I'm sure you know your business.

I don't need to read that,
but I do need a cup of coffee.

Black.

Lara, black coffee
for Miss Taverner. Thank you.

Moving away from geopolitics for a moment,

let's talk about your career
in the Service.

Because there are some people who think
that you should've got the top job

- a long time ago.
- [scoffs, inhales deeply]

Are you one of them?

I have learnt an enormous amount
from watching my predecessors,

and I am very grateful
for that opportunity.

[host] So you learned from their mistakes?

No. I learned from their leadership,
from their courage.

[host] Did that help when it came
to formulating your response

to the recent nerve agent attacks
on British soil?

We've seen more than one attack
in recent years,

using a toxin
with a well-known provenance.

What I would like to know is how
the security services responded.

Serena, I think it's obvious
why I-I-I can't answer that question,

- but I will say that...
- Is it that you can't or that you won't?

It's called the Secret Service. [chuckles]

Yes, and here you are
on national television.

Well, I'm a public servant. [chuckles]

[Serena] Don't you think
the public that you serve

has a right to know
how and if they're being protected?

- The sec...
- If it's a matter of a few diplomats

being expelled, or if there's been a more
muscular, retributive response?

As I was saying,

- the security of the British people...
- It's just a yes or no.

...is our top priority,
and if there has been retaliation...

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I said "response." You said "retaliation."

A r-response.

If there was a... [stammers] ...response...
If there has been... Excuse me.

If there has been a response,
then it will have been made

with the British public safety in mind.

There have been whispers...
that one of your predecessors,

a First Desk like yourself,
was found to be in the pay

- of a foreign power.
- [chuckles]

Is that a rumor you've ever heard?

[chuckling] No.

[Serena] Never?

Oh, come on. In spy novels perhaps,
but honestly... [chuckles]

- [chuckles]
- Thank you.

Absolute nonsense.

[staff member, muffled] Can I just say
it's been such an incredible honor

to have you on the show.

We really do hope
you'll consider returning.

Um, now, I've organized for your car
to be downstairs, so just let me know.

[normally] Diana, we are not worthy.

Oh, I thought you looked fantastic.

Or do you think maybe we should've
shot you behind a screen?

- I can arrange something similar for you...
- [chuckles]

...or you can give me your sources.

Ah, journalistic privilege.
I couldn't possibly divulge.

[breathing deeply]

[sighs]

[phone chiming rapidly]

- [sighs]
- [phone chimes]

- [sighing]
- [chiming continues]

God.

Thank you.

[knocks on door]

- Yes?
- Hello, um... [clears throat]

Sorry to disturb. We've had a report
of a possible gas leak.

I haven't smelled anything.

Um...

Oh. We still need to check the input.

Do you know where the meter is?

Yes, of course.

Follow me.

[assassin 2] Lovely place.

[Moira] It's, uh, just down here.

Do watch your heads.

Is this going to take long?

It's just that I'm in the middle
of something rather important.

- [assassin 1] Only be a second.
- It's at the back.

Oh, I keep meaning to have a clearout,
but you know how it is.

Just shove everything aside.

Actually, would you mind
if I left you to it?

[wheezes, coughing]

[coughing]

[thuds]

[gas hissing]

[sighs deeply]

Ladies, if you're looking at the screen,
I hope you can see...

[host] And there's some money to be made
if you play your cards right.

It's a full house
for this sale of thousands of lots

with many bargains to be had.
And it stands...

Take care of yourself now.

[chuckles] Yeah.
Thanks again for your time.

It still seems too easy.
Are you sure we have the right list?

[grunting, panting]

[Damien panting] Take a minute.

[chuckles]

Do I know you? [sniffs]

No, we haven't met.

But you recently contracted me
to do a job for you.

There is a reason we haven't met.

The job's done.

[Damien pants, sniffs]

[Frank] But there was, um... a complication.

A third party.

[Damien] Third party...

- [Frank] Mmm.
- You mean a witness?

Yeah, I'm dealing with it.

Does this witness know
about the stolen file?

I don't know.

Makes no difference to the next step.
I don't leave loose ends.

You should be aware, however,

that the person in question is a minor,
as in a juvenile.

So do I still have
your authority to... proceed?

Well, you are the expert so...

[clicks tongue]

I'll be guided by you.

[toilet flushes]

[Jackson] I love the outfit.

What time you going on stage?

I'm going out.

What do you want?

Five minutes of your time.

Struan Loy. Kay White.

They're on my deceased list.

Yeah, and I'm wondering
how they got there.

You ever come across
a Dog called Andy Nesmith?

[chuckling] Oh, yes.

He was on my floor last week
when I got to work.

I thought you had
a strictly no Dogs policy?

I do. I told him to leave.

He got very aggressive.

[chuckles] Big mistake.

HR were not amused.

[panel beeps]

He was fired.

Well, he was m*rder*d today.

Do you know who did it?

Yeah, I'm more hung up on why.

What do you want me to look up?

Well... [chuckles]

Lady Di has had us deleted
from the Park's database.

She says it's a glitch but, uh,

she doesn't do glitches, does she?

- Interesting.
- Yeah.

So I was hoping to look
at the paper files for Struan and Kay.

[clicks tongue, inhales] Okay.

That's my night f*cked.

- [techno music playing on speakers]
- [phone buzzing]

Go for h*.

[Jackson] You find the address of the kid?

Yeah, it's Brighter Start Children's Home
in Ealing.

Oh, and Coe and Dander called.

Two people were seen leaving
Kay White's boat on the night she died.

So, maybe not so accidental after all.

Wow. Keep this up,
and I'll have to get you a gerbil

to replace that fake girlfriend you had.

[breathes deeply] What?

- The files are gone.
- What?

- Both of them?
- All of them. You're all gone.

Slough House is completely missing.

Has, uh, Standish shown yet?

No. No sign.

Blake's grave. Now, send out the order.

And make sure they all understand
to go f*cking dark.

[music ends]

- Blake's grave. Let's go.
- No, no, no, You don't.

I've been sat here for f*cking ages.
Just finish tracing the call.

Take your hand off me.

Blake's grave. We can't stay here.

I'll finish it in the car.

[horn honks]

Your phone's off.

I know. Have you come all this way
to apologize?

[Jackson] I've called Blake's grave.

Any more information or is that also
on a need-to-know basis?

[sighs] Look,
there's people trying to k*ll us.

Get in the f*cking car, will you?

[breathing heavily]

You planning a big night, are you?

I haven't drunk.

Yeah, I know.

What, you think
I wouldn't be able to hide it?

[Jackson] Well,
for the first half hour, maybe.

But second bottle in, you'll be
under a trucker. We both know that.

Look, drink or don't drink.
k*ll yourself, or don't.

It's your decision.

But just make your mind up
in the f*cking car, will ya?

[sighs, groans]

Holy sh*t.

What?

[Roddy] You are not going to believe this.

What? What am I not gonna believe?

- [Roddy] Nah, that's mad though.
- Roddy, f*cking hell.

Guess where the call's coming from.

I'm not... Roddy, I'm not f*cking guessing.
Just tell me where it's coming from.

Harkness is calling you...

[whispers] ...from inside the house.

What?

Your grandfather's house.

He's calling you from inside
your grandfather's house.

Where are the others?

[Shirley] f*ck knows.

[Jackson] Where's h*?

[JK] Don't know.

[Jackson sighs deeply]

Jesus. Here, take that.

Why are we here?

Someone nicked a file
with our names on it from the Park,

and now they're trying to k*ll everyone
connected to Slough House.

So Frank Harkness.

Well, if it is, he's not alone.
He's got a new team working with him.

Why would someone steal a file
with our names in it?

Maybe because the digital files got wiped.

So the paper files are the only way
to get to our names.

- [Roddy] Yeah?
- I knew you'd pick up!

What don't you understand
about going dark?

[Roddy] Why aren't you dark?

No, no, no, 'cause I'm your f*cking boss.

- Where are you?
- I'm on foot.

River kicked me out.
I'm in front of St. Paul's.

[Jackson] And where's Cartwright?

He's going to his grandfather's house
to look for Harkness.

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

[sighs] Yeah, stay put. I'll pick you up.

[sighs] f*cking idiots.

Do you know
where the old b*stard's house is?

- Yep.
- Yeah. You go after Cartwright.

Dander, Standish, you go pick up Louisa.

- She's moved...
- I know where she lives.

I know where she works.

Why does he get to go by himself?

Because nobody likes him.

I like him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey. Maps.

Pick up the others.
Head to the safe house.

And who wants to be key monitor? Huh?

Yeah, I thought you would.

Right. Everyone accounted for?

Only, you're not very memorable people.

Oh. [grunts]

And I cannot emphasize this enough.

Stay f*cking dark, yeah? No phones!

Frank!

Come on, Frank! Come on!

Hello, River.

["Strange Game" playing]