A Special Relationship, Part One Silent Witness

This programme contains some violent scenes from the start,

and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

The Middle East's long been a thorn in the side of American politics.

Recently, the signs from Washington have pointed to a more assertive

approach to diplomacy in the region.

Here with me now is the US Ambassador, Jonathan Kraft.

Ambassador, can I start by asking you -

why has the US administration been so intent on escalating

a disagreement into a full-scale military crisis?

Well, I think first of all we need to define escalating...

Thank you, sir. Good job.

Your car's waiting outside.

You not coming too?

I'll catch up with you in the morning, if that's OK?

Sir.

Hey.

Did you e-mail me those briefing notes?

For the Sky interview?

Yeah.

No, Kelly didn't want to bother you tonight.

Do you want me to send them over?

Yeah, I'll take a look before I turn in.

Ryan? Ryan?

GUNSHOT WITH SILENCER

GUNSHOT

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

# Silentium

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Here's Thomas

Thank you.

Sorry, sir.

What's with all this?

-It's something to do with the US Embassy.

-The embassy?

Yeah. Victim's their Political Section Chief -

guy called Ryan Reed.

Ben Solomon. Counter-terrorism Command.

Thomas Chamberlain, Head of the Lyell.

Why the hold up?

Jurisdiction.

The embassy's got their legal people all over it.

US Government victim, UK soil.

Hey, we're still awaiting confirmation from Washington, OK?

Sorry.

Who's Cinderella?

Um...FBI.

Been here since the small hours.

He was shot down there, right? So, what'd he do, move himself?

If we don't move soon,

there'll be nothing left of this bloody crime scene.

Matt Garcia, Deputy Chief of Mission.

Assistant Commissioner Khan.

Sorry, our State Department's still talking with your Home Office.

No, no, this is a national security issue.

We're moving on this now. Let's go.

Your country, your crime scene.

Entry...and exit.

Single shot.

And another bullet wound to the right shoulder.

What's with the Nelson? What's he reaching for?

Let's have a look, shall we?

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Nothing.

Two bullet wounds - one to the shoulder and one to the back.

CT scan shows that there are no bullets left in the body.

Nikki, could you give me a hand?

Minimal powder burns next to the entry wound.

We'll check his clothing.

Some partial contact bruising too.

Thank you.

All suggests the barrel of the gun was held close to his back.

He wouldn't have been able to move from where

he was shot to where he was found.

He would've bled out too quickly.

So the killer dragged him over and sat him

up on the bench with his arm in his jacket pocket?

What was he doing in that area? It's not where he lives, is it?

-Must have been visiting somebody.

-PHONE RINGS

We have apartments for embassy staff near there.

It's Jack.

I'll put him through.

Right, let's turn him.

All right, well... It was definitely a motorbike.

We got traces of what looks like four-stroke in the tarmac...

Paintwork...

..orange in colour - might be able to get a trace on that,

and the gunman was most likely wearing bike leathers.

Anything on CCTV?

No.

Nothing directly from the scene.

I thought London was the most spied-on population in the world.

We're looking at a terror attack with possibly more planned,

so we need to move fast on this.

Security Service personnel are on their way

-here now for a briefing.

-OK.

The bullet penetrated the tarmac,

suggesting he was shot close to the ground.

That bullet has been retrieved.

There's also some blood pooling in this area, too.

On the right shoulder we have an exit wound down by the left ribs,

so that bullet could have penetrated

his lungs, heart, possibly the aorta.

Follicle disruption to the scalp, too.

OK. So, he was lying face down to the ground for the first shot,

then the gunman grabbed him

by the hair to lift his head up before shooting him again.

Heavy blood pooling ahead of the body is consistent with

that theory.

So the gun was being held in this direction.

Et voila.

Second bullet retrieved.

HUBBUB OF VOICES

INDISTINCT, ECHOING VOICES

-This lab's a private company, isn't it?

-Yes.

Have they got security clearance for this?

Yes, Dr Chamberlain's organised all of that.

It's a postmortem briefing, that's all we're doing here.

I'm heading up the enquiry,

DCI Solomon is handling the investigation on the ground.

-You're in safe hands.

-OK.

Obviously I'm not going to contradict what the ambassador

just said. Come on, guys!

So, yes, the Special Relationship remains just that.

Madeleine?

Has the ambassador...

So are you guys sure, 100%, this a terrorist attack?

Not 100%.

Inga Meyer, Intelligence Service.

Mr Reed was a high-profile member of embassy staff who appears to

have been deliberately targeted,

so, yes, a terrorist attack is the most likely scenario. However,

we can't rule out a lone wolf and no group has claimed responsibility

yet, so we'd like to be sure before we raise any more flags.

OK, on that - there's something significant, I think. Shall I?

Go ahead.

So we've found traces of semen on Mr Reed's belt.

And we found evidence of sexual activity,

during our initial examination.

There's a partial,

latent fingerprint on another part of the belt, too.

-Ryan's?

-No. So...

..find this person and maybe you can piece together his final

movements - at the very least.

We can check it against our UK database but obviously we don't have access to anything US.

I'll have to discuss that with the State Department.

You can't just action it yourself?

I'm afraid it's a political decision.

Well, I suggest you move quickly this time.

-I'll make it happen.

-Thank you.

So, anything else from the postmortem?

Erm, congested lungs.

Some bladder distention. Nothing striking.

OK. For our American friends here the Home Office has issued a DSMA

notice requesting the media not to report on this at present.

Requesting? The British press?

We're confident they'll comply.

BUZZER

Hello. Name, please?

-Ella Weir.

-Thank you.

DOOR LOCK BUZZES

He turned up wanting his old bed back.

Normally that would have been A&E, but we know him, so...

-Can I?

-Mm-hm.

Hey.

Hey.

Why didn't you call me?

Fergus hasn't been taking his meds.

He told me he was.

It's cool.

I'm taking them now.

We're going with the lorazepam as before

but the docs have upped his mirtazapine.

Little bit of self harming, too.

It's OK.

-Oh, Fergus.

-It's OK.

I'm OK now. Promise.

-Can you give me two seconds?

-Yeah.

Ben Solomon...

I've got to go see Ryan's wife and kids.

Oh, gosh. The police will tell them, won't they?

No, I think it's important that I do it.

"Age determination using bone structures of the skull."

You read my research paper?

No. I'm more of a John Grisham guy myself.

I just googled you.

Oh, right.

Right.

Well, I haven't written much since - too caught up in the practical,

which I love, by the way.

I'm not a slumming academic -

wouldn't want to give you that impression.

So, Deputy Chief of Mission is what?

I run the embassy - the ambassador does the politics.

This kind of thing is way out there -

usually it's just endless trade delegations and receptions.

You should come see for yourself sometime.

Sir, they've found the bike.

I won't be in your house forever.

You're my brother. You can stay as long as you want.

Bet Peter doesn't say that.

He doesn't live here,

so it doesn't matter what he thinks or anyone else.

Besides, Peter cares a lot about you.

He's just trying to get on the right side of you.

I got blood on my clothes.

I'll put them in the wash.

Listen, work've been chasing me.

Are you going to be all right here on your own?

I shouldn't leave you, should I?

I'm all right.

I'd say if I wasn't. OK?

OK.

DOOR LOCK CLICKS

He dumped it out in the Lee Valley - then burnt it out.

He did a pretty good job.

We'll be lucky to get anything off it.

You checked ownership?

No, we didn't think we'd bother.

He's kidding.

It was stolen two days ago from Treby Street, Mile End -

that's the East London area.

Did that help at all?

No CCTV.

-Thanks.

-Welcome.

-Did Kim apologise?

-For what?

-Slowing you guys down earlier.

-Not a dickey bird.

Right, well, let me.

Something like this, we have to defer to Washington

and right now they're hard-wired to want to control everything

everywhere, so...

Matt Garcia?

Fergus.

Shit!

Terry Lefoe? CID. Can you come with us, please?

We'd like to talk to you about Ryan Reed.

Is she refusing to cooperate?

Of course she's refusing to cooperate.

We're talking about a US victim here.

Even so, there's protocol - you can't just arrest her in the street.

She shouldn't even be here!

I want to talk to her alone.

-I get it.

-I have diplomatic immunity, sir.

I said I get it, Terry.

But so what? Are you really going to refuse to

cooperate in the homicide of one of our own?

You know nothing, tell them that.

Look, I know they've gone in hard here - ridiculously so, but..

-But!

-We're supposed to have a mutually beneficial relationship

with the UK agencies. You clam up now, how's that going to play?

They think you were with him last night.

Why would I have been with him last night?

Terry.

OK, he's got a wife and kid and you don't want what you

had going with him getting out there. I understand that, but this

is a potential terrorist attack,

so this is how it's going to go. I'm insisting

they let you go - but they get to interview you - at the embassy,

Kim'll sit in.

That way, whatever happens, they can't touch you.

That's the best I can do.

Thank you. Thanks.

Can you open your mouth, please?

So when did you last see Ryan?

He called in to my office yesterday morning around 11

to plan for the Secretary of State's visit.

You think I had something to do with his death, don't you?

Why would I?

He told his wife he was away on embassy business

but it appears he had sex in the hours before his death -

and he was heading towards yours when he was attacked.

So...

I've already got you on his belt.

How long you been seeing one another, Terry?

Only three months.

OK.

OK. Right. Now, take us through yesterday.

I was here until about three in the afternoon, then..

..in the evening I went to the theatre with people from Legal.

So, between work and the theatre - what's that, like, three hours?

What did you do then?

You met up with him then, too, didn't you?

I would never do anything to hurt him.

Was he anxious about something, do you know? Had anyone threatened him?

There was a guy outside my apartment a couple of nights ago.

Ryan thought maybe he was being watched.

But then he always did - he always thought he was being watched.

Diplomats usually are.

Who did he think it was?

No idea.

Some other country's spook just letting him know they were there.

Did you see him, Terry - this guy?

Yeah.

Yeah. Uh, in his 30s, maybe. Caucasian.

Biker's jacket?

You see his face?

OK, thanks. Bye. Right. Her alibi checks out.

Security at her apartment confirms she was at home

when the attack happened.

I can get you access to Ryan's home computer and private cell -

we can check out his office equivalents.

-Presumably you've got every agent in London on this?

-Totally.

We'll need to look at surveillance cameras between the TV studios

and where he was attacked..

Yeah, thanks. You know we're pretty hot on basic policing.

I'll call you later.

Um, before you guys go - do you know a Dr Helen Vine?

-From Medicafrica?

-Yeah.

She's here this evening doing a private talk

for an invited audience.

It's probably not the best time to ask, but I was wondering if you...

Uh. Well, we...

Well, we've covered the pathology for now. I'll have to

wait for the tox report, but if you wanted to go along?

OK. Sure.

Great.

Do you know what it's about?

Well, she's...

INDISTINCT VOICES

ECHOING VOICE

Can I take your order, please?

Um... Yes. Can I have a...a sandwich?

-Cheese sandwich, please.

-Yeah, of course.

# Picture this, freezing cold weather

# You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids

# If it weren't for your job at the garage

# If you could only oh-oh

# Picture this, a sky full of thunder

# Picture this, my telephone number

# One and one is what I'm telling you

# Get a pocket computer

# Try to do what you used to do, yeah. #

What are the FBI doing in our clean room?

They are making sure Jack's getting down to it.

They know he's a slacker.

Crack that whip.

-Anything from the bike?

-Not a lot.

Just a bit of seed in the tyres.

Which I'm trying to identify as we speak.

PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

Hi, Darling. No, no, no.

Leaving soon. You OK there for a bit? ..I don't know.

About half an hour.

..OK, darling. Bye.

Rosie

So what's the story there? Is she living with you now?

No, no, just until...

Julia had the baby last night.

-Another girl.

-That's nice.

-Everything OK?

-It will be.

Difficult birth, so they've kept her in for a bit.

And you're in a knot.

Me? No.

Well, actually, yeah.

Yeah, it's bloody strange.

They have their family now and my daughter's going to be a part of it.

Not quite got used to that yet - but I will.

CHAMBER MUSIC PLAYS

Excuse me.

-Wow.

-Hi.

-You look terrific.

-Thanks.

-For you, madame?

-Yeah?

-Yeah, great.

There's some people I'd love you to meet.

Yeah, I did a placement there when I first qualified, out in Montana.

Long time ago now.

The amazing Montana.

Ooh, Helen.

Excuse us. Come here.

I want you to meet a friend of mine. Dr Nikki Alexander, Dr Helen Vine.

-Great to meet you.

-Hi.

-Will you excuse me for a second?

-Yeah.

I've read some of your books.

Ooh, a fan.

Oh, well, maybe you didn't like them.

No, no, they were incredibly informative.

Great.

So what do you do?

-I'm a pathologist.

-Really?

Ms Vine?

Can I...? We're starting up a programme training

pathologists for developing countries.

You want to hook up later - just the two of us - grab a drink somewhere?

Sure.

I might have some work for you.

-Ms Vine, please.

-Excuse me.

Talk to you later.

BUZZER

..having to somehow deal with a kind of simultaneous grief.

That's like the whole of Liverpool suffering an emotional meltdown...

-So?

-Thanks for the introduction. She wants to meet up later.

But I'm talking about that happening year in, year out.

-Just the two of you?

-Mm.

-You must be giving off something.

Helen can be very predatory.

..the thick of it.

Oh, yeah, my life's a ball, believe me.

LAUGHTER

It sure is.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Rosie?

Rosie?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Rosie?

I genuinely had no idea.

No. Can I get you a drink?

Yes, please.

Sweet.

What about their mum?

We got divorced a couple of years ago.

She's there, I'm here, and mercifully

the Atlantic runs between us.

And the kids?

-Danny's travelling...

-Thanks.

-..and Kelly's at Yale.

Your old alma mater.

Who told you that?

Do I look that entitled to you?

I googled you back.

You just reminded me.

I have, for you,

first edition, signed copy.

John Grisham.

Wow, you weren't kidding.

You think this is my kind of thing?

I absolutely don't think it's your kind of thing.

But then, if you didn't like it,

-you'd have to see me again to give it back to me.

-Oh, yeah?

-Not a cunning plan, is it?

-No, not now you've told me it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry, can I get a minute?

Sure.

I'll....

-You'll be downstairs, right?

-Sorry. Sorry...

-I'll be right down.

Don't worry.

We've picked up traces of explosives on a package addressed to you.

To me!

We got X-rays and photos before UK bomb disposal destroyed it.

It had a memory stick device inside it.

There's a second envelope, too.

Looks like the same source - same post mark, same address label.

-But this one, this one's good?

-Yeah.

No explosives, nothing - just this strip of paper inside it.

That make any sense to you?

No.

We got this fingerprint, too - on a corner of the envelope.

Right, listen, with everything that's going on,

I think we get the Lyell to take a look.

-I'm on it.

-Thanks.

Rosie?

Hiya. You all right? Mum's not here.

You knew that, didn't you?

I wanted to see the baby but she said no.

I'm not allowed to go to the hospital.

Sweetheart.

Look.

Mummy loves you - you know she loves you -

nothing's going to change that.

-Why's she ignoring me, then?

-I don't know.

-Maybe she's tired. Maybe the baby...

-Erin.

She's called Erin.

Erin.

Well, maybe Erin's a bit grouchy.

There's a million reasons but whatever it is it won't be

because she doesn't want to see you.

You mad at me for coming here?

Of course not.

Can I see the wine list, please?

Certainly, madam.

Matt Garcia had a letter bomb sent to his address.

Did bomb disposal send that through to you?

Yeah, not much left of it, we're passing it on to an explosives expert for analysis.

What about the second envelope with the numbers on it? Had a fingerprint?

Yeah, no match with UK or the US databases.

-You think they might be related?

-I don't know.

Never say never. Anyway, I wouldn't have called you in

-but there's a possible US Embassy connection here, too.

-Where's the cavalry?

-Hopefully, no need.

Please, God. Please, God.

Boss, this is the room, and this is the manager, Mrs Peraki.

They've tried contacting Ms Vine, but she isn't answering her mobile.

Good work, Moss.

How many people have been in here since last night?

Just the maid and me.

There's nothing inside the room - everything's normal - but here...

..it looks like blood

Certainly does.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need a general call putting out for a Helen Vine.

-You got cameras in the corridor?

-No.

-Not up here.

-What a shame.

Can you see about getting these lights switched off for me, please?

Thank you.

I met her at the embassy.

She knows Matt Garcia.

Has he been informed?

Yeah.

-And the Home Office, are they aware?

-Yeah.

This wasn't indiscriminate, was it? She was targeted.

So she knew him? Did she know him?

How did he get in to her room?

Maybe through a window, maybe through a door.

-Was it forced?

-No.

Maybe she just opened it up to him.

Somebody knocks, you open up, right?

Why the hell would he risk moving her in here?

Why not just pose her in her room?

From the blood trail, it looks like she managed to get away from him out

into the corridor - but he caught her up and dragged her in here.

The MO's similar to Ryan Reed -

and the way she's been placed in the chair.

What about this magazine?

Some sort of listings thing. Most of the rooms have them.

It's the same guy, right?

Look at this.

Hasn't been fired.

This one has.

Right through her body.

She'd had a pacemaker fitted -

we've been able to examine that, details are on the table behind you.

Shows abnormal heart activity starting last night, 9.33pm.

Is that the time of death, then?

No.

Activity ceases completely at 9.36.

Sir.

What have we got?

We've got a blunt force trauma injury to the head

and defence wounds to both hands.

A bullet entered here just below the xiphisternum, perforating

the aorta - hence the massive blood loss,

puncturing the lumbar vertebrae.

The MO's the same, so, well, we're looking at the same killer.

Possibly a serial killer.

And the connection between the victims?

Well, apart from their US Embassy connections and citizenship,

I don't know.

Some bladder fibrosis - quite advanced.

Didn't Ryan Reed suffer from bladder inflammation, too?

Yeah, not specifically fibrosis though, was it?

-Have you checked his cytology yet?

-I'll look at the slides.

This is one of the bullets used to kill Helen Vine -

and this one's from Ryan Reed.

-The same gun?

-Yes.

Right. So the same killer.

Well, no, the weapon can be fired by anyone, I think you'll find.

So it's not necessarily the same killer.

Right, right, OK, well, that's him, whoever he is.

OK, we drop the DSMA notice and we go public..

That's not going to happen.

We've got to get that face out there.

Washington won't be happy with that.

Why not?

Because until somebody claims responsibility we don't have an enemy to rail against.

And admitting that our people are getting picked off in London,

and we don't have a clue who's doing it, makes this Administration look weak.

Unbelievable.

So what will Washington be happy with?

Finding out who did this.

Back to basics, then - how did he get in?

Here's Helen Vine.

So before then.

Right, so what am I looking for?

Well. Biker's jacket.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What about him?

OK, let's sync the cameras.

Come on - come on, give me this guy.

Is that him?

Can you zoom in?

Bring up the e-fit.

Sure.

That's him.

Is there any more?

He's not going to pay by card?

Got him.

SHE GASPS

Armed police, don't move!

-Armed police!

-Get down.

-Get down!

-Now!

-Get down now!

-Hands on your head.

Get down on your knees. I said, get down on your knees!

Got the toxicology back on Helen Vine.

Yeah.

She was taking praziquantel.

-Which is...

-Which is used to treat something called schistosomiasis,

an infection caused by a parasitic worm.

You get it all over the tropics -

South America, Asia, the Middle East, mostly Africa.

And the bladder fibrosis?

Is a symptom.

-Ryan Reed has got a little bit of fibrosis, too.

-Really?

Less advanced than Helen Vine's.

But they travelled to a similar location,

-picked up the same infection.

-Maybe.

We need his records.

Well, we're searching your house

and I'm going to need to interview you, OK?

OK.

Sir. Ella's boyfriend. Peter Cilliers.

-Thank you for coming.

-It's fine.

I've been told Fergus is unwell, mentally.

Yeah, he has psychosis.

Right - well, he wants you in there with him

and I've OK'd that, so... I'll let you know as soon as.

All right?

No, I can't. I can't go in there.

I... I can't.

Fergus, there's been a change of plan. Ella's not feeling

so good, so Peter's going to sit here with you instead, all right?

He's what we call your appropriate adult.

-You happy with that?

-Yeah.

Before we begin, my client suffers from mental illness, so I wish it

to be noted that in my opinion this interview should not be going ahead.

Noted.

Your man's ex-RAF, discharged for psychiatric reasons.

He just flipped out, no warning.

No Islamist connection?

No, nor far-right as far as we can tell.

What were you doing here last night, Fergus?

What?

Were you looking for this woman?

I'm showing Mr Weir exhibit V11.

PHONE VIBRATES

-Hey.

-Matt, Do you have access to Ryan Reed's medical records?

I think so. Why?

Well, Helen Vine was taking medication for

some kind of parasitic infection and we think Ryan

was infected, too. You only get this thing in the tropics.

Now, we know Helen was based somewhere in Africa.

Can we place Ryan there, too?

Yeah, Helen's charity works out of West Africa - Mali, I think.

And Ryan...

..I'll have to check, but I'm pretty sure

he did a stint at the US Embassy - second part of last year.

So he would have been there at the same time as Helen Vine?

Yeah. He would have. Let me confirm that

and I'll let Solomon know. Excuse me.

Well, we've got you on CCTV leaving the hotel at 7.37pm.

Where did you go after that, Fergus?

If he wasn't there, how could he have anything to do with this?

Mr Weir may have returned at a later time.

Is that what you did, Fergus? About 9.30?

US people....

..they made a commitment. Years ago.

Right, OK.

So how about this man?

This is Exhibit R3.

It's on the Statue of Liberty - "Give me your tired, your poor,

"your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

"the wretched refuse from your teeming shore."

Not anymore, though. Not now.

KNOCK ON DOOR

We'll take a pause here, please.

We're pausing the interview at 15.32.

DCI Solomon is leaving the room.

You OK? Can I get you something?

15.33.

DCI Solomon is back in the room.

Ever been to Mali, Fergus?

What about a charity called Medicafrica?

Ever had dealings with them?

No? All right.

Monday night at 11.30pm - can you tell me exactly where you were, please, Fergus?

ECHOING: Regardez moi.

Tell them, man.

Sorry, Fergus, can you look at me?

M'bi fe, mon cher, mon Africain.

Fergus, can you look at me? Fergus, look at me! That's it!

Why did you pose those bodies?

Fergus, what the hell is that all about? Fergus, please.

Look at this man. Did you kill him?

ECHOING VOICE CONTINUES SPEAKING IN FRENCH

This woman? Did you kill her? What about this man?

Why did you kill them, Fergus?

-This woman, you killed her, right?

-DCI, come on.

This man, you killed him, too?

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them.

I killed them all.

Get him out of there.

-Hi.

-Hey.

Kim, good morning. Come through?

-Can I make you coffee?

-No, fine, thank you.

-I'd love one, thank you.

So, Fergus Weir confessed but he had no connection to the embassy,

he never met Ryan or Helen, hasn't even set foot in Mali.

But it was his fingerprint on the letter bomb -

on the accompanying mail, anyway.

What are you saying - he was targeting me, too?

You ever been to Mali?

I've never been to Africa.

I guess you get dodgy parcels from cranks and douchebags all the time.

Douchebags!

Just trying to make you feel at home.

That's very kind of you.

Look, if people are trying to blow me up,

I'd might as well not waste what time I have left here, so...

..can I take you out?

Really?

Well, yeah, you're unbelievably easy on the eye,

you've a brain the size of Canada

and for some reason I feel like I've known you for years.

Nikki, Matt? Would you join us?

Is that a no?

Sorry.

So Fergus Weir's been charged, has he?

Yeah, and assessed.

He's too sick for prison, we're remanding him

to a secure psychiatric unit.

Something that's concerning me.

-The second package sent to Mr Garcia...

-PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

There's a list of numbers but we can't identify their meaning.

You think this is the guy, right? The threat's been neutralised.

Yeah, but there are questions.

His print was on the letter bomb but not in Helen Vine's hotel room

or in the place Ryan Reed was murdered.

No DNA, either.

That was my team leader in Washington.

They have something on Weir, too.

-The FBI do?

-It's definitive.

I'm sorry, I can't share the specifics here,

it's classified Can I take you through it?

Please.

-Whoa - fancy pants.

-Hey.

Hop in.

Thanks.

This is where Fancy Pants lives.

Do you live like this in Washington?

I wish. No, the embassy has places, properties all over the city.

-This is where they put the Deputy Chief of Mission.

-Wow.

I know, the American dream is alive and well and living in Hampstead.

Look at me - Lord Snotty.

SHE CHUCKLES

-Snooty.

-Hmm?

You have a maid?

Yeah, I have a maid.

Any more questions?

-Indian food or Italian food?

-Thai.

You hungry?

Rugby or football?

I mean rugby or soccer?

Cricket.

Red or white?

White, please.

Democrat or Republican?

Democrat, or it's a deal breaker, right?

Although I have to tell you,

the old battle lines, they don't really exist anymore.

There's the current administration and then everybody else.

And where are you?

I like to put in an honest innings.

Play with a straight bat?

Yeah, just be real.

And what's that exactly? What is real?

God, you even do scientific analysis of chitchat?

Well, I like to know what people mean.

I don't like things to be vague.

OK, well, what about now for a start?

I mean, I'm here with you and that feels pretty real to me.

Smoothy.

What happened to Fancy Pants?

DOOR LOCK BUZZES

Thank you.

They treating you OK?

Are you going to tell them where you were, Fergus?

You've got to tell them where you were when that woman was killed.

Will you tell me?

Peter said you didn't know what you were saying.

Stop it.

I told the truth.

I know you don't want to believe that, but I did.

There were others.

I had an idea you lived in some compound.

Doughnuts and burgers and never talk to the locals.

-C'mon.

-Where were you before here?

Bangkok.

You sure this all right? I mean, we can go out for dinner.

-No, this is great.

-You haven't tasted it yet.

You don't use peanut oil?

Canola.

Has a neutral flavour.

Who told you that?

I read it in a cook book.

Most of what I know I read.

All theory, no practice.

Which reminds me.

-You read it already?

-Yeah.

I liked it, actually.

Kind of surprised myself.

Guessed the ending, though.

-No, you didn't.

-I did.

Mm. This is delicious.

Well, thank you.

We have to indulge, right? I was gifted this pretend life, and...

Well, not everybody gets the chance.

So what do you want to do this evening?

What are the options?

I figured we could go into Hampstead.

Maybe take a walk on the Heath.

You don't have to entertain me.

Is that so?

No. This is perfect.

If I'd known you were this relaxed I would have gotten take-out.

You have a...just a little...

-Oh, sorry.

-No, it's on the other side

Here?

You're kidding, yeah?

ECHOING WOMAN'S VOICE: Regardez moi.

Regardez moi.

Regardez moi.

Regardez moi!

SHE CONTINUES SPEAKING FRENCH

TOILET FLUSHES

MUFFLED THUD

Shit.

Matt? I seem to have locked myself in the bathroom.

MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS

MUFFLED THUDS

MUFFLED GROANS

Matt?

Matt?

Matt?

TYRES ON GRAVEL

Matt?

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