Slow Horses

Roddy, it's me. I don't expect you to forgive me, but at least hear me out.

I swear, I didn't know what was going to happen and I was so scared.

I don't know what to do and where to go.

Call me, please.

Listen to her.

Whoever hears that phone call knows that she's innocent.

And if she has done anything, it was done under duress.

I agree.

You do?

I do. But no one else in this building does.

That's why they sent me.

Yeah, well, what makes you different?

I can hear the love and the conflict and the regret in her voice.

I recognize it because I've been that person.

Are you saying you're in love with me too?

No, I'm saying I once worked undercover.

Honey cover?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's where I deport you.

So I can tell when it's real and when it's not.

Like Tara, I fell in love when I shouldn't have fallen in love.

And that blew my cover.

Did this really happen to Float?

She's playing, isn't she?

You put my target, the person I honey -trapped, in danger.

And I did the right thing for them.

I brought them in.

And that's what you need to do for Tara.

If you care about her, call her and let her find her and protect her.

She's in no danger from us. Like you said, she's done nothing wrong.

But she is in danger from the people that tried to kill you.

They won't forgive her like you have.

We need to hold her on the line for two minutes so that we can trace the

location of the call. That way we can find her and make sure that she's safe.

Roddy? Tara.

Oh my God, Roddy.

Thank God you're safe. I didn't want anything to happen to you. They promised

they wouldn't hurt you.

I'm just so sorry.

You don't need to apologize to me. The people who used you, they're the ones

should feel sorry for.

Because they're going to get invited to a hoedown and that's a dance you don't

walk away from.

You forgive me?

There's nothing to forgive.

But I gave them your address. I lied to you.

Oh, look, you had to. Just... Next time, come to me, yeah?

Come to your Godzilla.

They said if I told anyone anything about them, they would kill me, and then

they can get to me anyway.

I'm just lost, baby. Where do I go?

You need to listen to me, okay?

Always.

I will find you no matter where you go.

And I mean that in the romantic sense, like Daniel Day -Lewis in The Last of

Mohicans, not Ricardo Montalvo in The Wrath of Khan.

Okay.

Hang on. Don't use this phone again. They're trying to trace you.

I used to work here, remember?

And I know it only takes a minute to trace a phone call.

Since you left, we can do it in 30 seconds.

Misfits and boozers hanging by your finger now.

You may want to think you got burned at the stake.

You're foolish, you're foolish, you're fake.

There's always a hope for this slippery slope.

Somewhere a ghost of a chain.

To get back in that game and burn up your shame and death.

With the big boys again.

Well, you two knobheads went to Tara's address.

Did you check out any of the surrounding properties?

No. Why?

Yeah, I've got a package for upstairs, but there's no one answering. Can I buzz

it inside the door?

Go for the greatest hits. You've turned this city into something wonderful.

Gimble's seat has set it back.

And don't say he refuses to debate you. Say you want to have a conversation with

him. I need to mention Irfan.

It's a home crowd. They won't expect it. No.

He's my son. He's probably going to jail. A terrible thing for me as a

Constantly isn't happening. I mean, I look detached and afraid.

Okay. Okay, so let's use what you were saying before.

You're proud of your son's stance and passion, if not his methods.

Good. Yeah, use some of the emotion that I'm...

Genuinely feeling stoked with sympathy.

I know that sounds cynical, but that's the game.

Gimble will certainly use Irfan against me.

Use her.

What? What now?

Oh, God, that's terrible.

Now Gimble will say that Irfan's got blood on his hands.

Fucking Irfan. Do you want me to lose?

I do, I do. Just tell Gimble Irfan is off limits.

Yeah, just one... Come in.

Oh, hello.

Latha, here are the full unredacted background files on Geoffrey and Gimbal.

Oh, thank you so much. I should have done this ages ago. I've just been so

because they're busy.

Dirty? I can be very dirty, too.

This once great city is suffering from a plague again.

And at this time, it's not a plague of rats.

No, no, this time it's a plague of illegal immigrants.

Well, I will not let these rats nor aware the rigging of our national

Oh, come on, that's not good enough.

Well, well, well.

To what do we owe this unexpected displeasure?

May I come in?

Of course.

I assume you're here to apologize.

Shoes off, if you don't mind.

You didn't ask if my husband was at home?

No.

No, my line of work, one tends to know where people are.

It's a perk of the job.

Would you be so good as to inform your husband I wish to see him?

I'll see if he's free to receive you.

Thank you.

She's not here.

Ta -da!

How did you get out of my house? Much like you did, through the door. Devon?

Well, she refused to act on some intel, so I broke out and sent my guys to deal

with it. Should I be worried?

About my guys dealing with it, yeah.

It's clear.

Well, of course it is, you knucklehead. I didn't just come in and put my feet

up. How did you find this place?

Well, Tara gave a fake address that has 34...

Prior replay, I figured she wouldn't have wanted to walk fast, so I came to

number 43.

She's not a professional.

And the large amount of takeaway boxes in the bin outside told me someone

Don't they teach you this shit?

How did you know that we were coming here? Phone call.

Guess he spooked her.

He told her we were tracing the call.

But you expected that.

He's convinced he's an innocent coercer into turning on him, but love held out.

Which... To be fair, tracks with how she was on the call.

Oh, come on, cheer up. Why?

I've lost her. Yeah, she'd be at the one place she thinks no one will look.

Roddy Ho's flat.

I'm sure that's the last place she'd go.

No, trust me, I feel it in my chakra.

Plus, before she left, she called for a taxi. I called them back and they gave

me the address. Like I said, not a professional.

Oh, come on!

Not even a thank you!

I assume I can't ride with you, so I follow it at my own pace. No, thanks.

sure you can understand why I don't trust you.

What, unconscious bias?

Look, I just want to isolate Flower House from whatever the fuck is going

as far as finding out exactly what that is, we're on the same side.

Fine, but you only observe.

I said five. It's been ten.

Go on, then.

Let the bastard crawl in.

My husband will see you now.

Mr. Whelan can't stay for tea, but he just dropped by to apologize, darling.

About time.

Um... Actually, I'm not here to apologize for anything.

What about your smears against my husband and your sexism against me? I'm

the opposite of a sexist. You excluded me from a meeting. That was classified.

You just don't like a strong woman. I do, actually.

Although, um...

It's not altogether how I describe you.

If you came here to beg me not to run the story, well, I'm sorry to break it

you, but it's not going very well. But I'm not here to beg you for anything.

I'm here to tell you how it's going to be.

You're going to withdraw this furious article about my personal life that has

place in the public domain.

You're in love with a prostitute. I struck up a conversation, a friendship,

a rather lovely waitress.

Whatever we happen to do in our own time is our own business.

Isn't it the word? She was a prostitute. No, she wasn't, actually. No.

She was, um... an escort.

Going to be an escort to pay for her university fees. So I paid her

fees so she doesn't need to be an escort.

But you still paid a call girl who, incidentally, you were also boffing.

Honestly, did... Did you think I'd come in here if I didn't have a nuclear bomb

in my pocket?

Yes, because tonight, Dennis Gimbel, this is your life.

Yes.

Dennis Gimbel.

Only, um, you weren't born Dennis Gimbel, were you?

Were you?

No. No, you weren't. You were born Dennis Ozil to a Welsh

mother and a Turkish father.

One. Yousef Ozil.

Your father, as you may recall, was here illegally, working as a waiter.

Your mother, Denise, was a masseuse.

One can only imagine how they met.

Now, sadly, in 1961, she gave you up for adoption when your father

was arrested, convicted, and sent to prison for GBH.

Now, obviously, as you can imagine, none of this is a problem for me at all.

You know, I couldn't care less, really.

But we both know that it's going to be a very big problem for your supporters

when they find out that your father was an illegal immigrant and a criminal.

Oh, you've gone awfully quiet, Dodie.

Let's use this little pause.

to remind ourselves about your university boyfriend, who was chairman

Marxist Society, if you can credit him, and how when he dumped you, you had him