The Rook (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Chapter 3 - full transcript

Previously on
The Rook...

If you're reading
these words

but don't remember
writing them,

then I'm afraid I've failed.

Do you know about my pills?

They help you
stay in control.

I was concerned that you,
of all people,

wouldn't be able to keep
your emotions in check.

Like all rare
and valuable things,

EVAs are trafficked,
they're stolen.

They're smuggled, traded.



- And I'm one of them?
- Yes.

- What's that you've got there?
- It's fulgurite.

I've identified
the target.

Who was it?

Myfanwy Thomas.

And I know that
my memory is going

to be lost, so I've decided
to give you a choice.

Two keys.

Fuck it.

I found
this footage in a box

of my dad's stuff
when he died.

He was some sort of
government psychiatrist.

My mum thinks he might have
worked for the Checquy.

I assume that these
are some kids



with Extreme
Variant Abilities.

EVAs don't always manifest
as children.

Some of them display their
first sign of varied power

much later in life,
in their 20s and even 30s.

Oh, so this is interesting.

This is the quadruplet
hive mind as a child.

Check out
subheading/quad-sightings.

The shared consciousness.

They're all the same age,

but two of them
appear to be identical,

while the other two
are fraternal.

Imagine being their parents.

Finding your infants crawling
and crying in unison.

And here they are
after they were groomed.

The general consensus
is the Checquy

intentionally
differentiated them

to perform various tasks
simultaneously

so they'd be a better asset.

The agency is all about
using these EVAs

for their own benefit,
but they sell it as, like...

They're helping them.

Discovered just hours apart

and within walking distance
of each other,

it is still unclear whether
victims at Mansel Bank

have any connection
to the crime scene

at the Millennium Bridge.

Details suggest
the eight people found dead

may be connected to an
unidentified religious cult.

With the Metropolitan Police

only releasing limited
information on the case,

pressure is mounting
on authorities

to confirm the identities
of the victims

the press is now calling
the "Tate Eight."

- 50 fucking...
- From the Prime Minister.

Many consider these
high profile murders

a test of Ms. Birch,
and are watching closely

for some indication
of her ability to manage...

- Home Secretary.
- Thank you.

My understanding is that
the purpose of a cover story

is to minimize press attention.

Mm, more to change
the conversation.

Gloria picked a story almost
as implausible as the truth.

I like cult suicide.

Would you prefer something
more sensational?

I'd prefer you brought
the big guns in on this.

Claudia's in over her head.

I'll notify Chevalier Wulff.

When were you going to tell me
that Myfanwy Thomas

is our rogue EVA?

A senior court member
going off like a nuclear bomb

right under your nose,
and you obfuscated.

Uh, I had good reason
not to inform you myself.

Uh, I assumed that you'd
want to maintain deniability.

I'll decide what I deny.

Since when did
Rook Thomas do anything

outside her very limited
set of skills?

I admit that it...
it was a surprise,

but I believe that her actions
were entirely justified.

We have her safely contained.

She's manifesting in ways
that we'd always hoped.

She might have picked somewhere
less conspicuous to blossom.

I was hoping to use this
as an opportunity

to encourage retraining,
but she's mortified.

I don't think it's going
to happen anytime soon.

So all this mess,
and nothing in return.

We'll get it cleaned up.

It's just going to take
some time

while my departments
are overstretched.

Don't even think about
a request to the Treasury.

It's hard enough
to justify Checquy funds

when no one has any idea
you people exist.

This story needs to be put
to bed within 24 hours,

or I'm afraid it won't be
your mess to mop up anymore.

Understood.

I just had
an illuminating meeting

with the Home Secretary
and her straightening iron.

- A dynamic she quite enjoys.
- She does?

You seem to have
intimate knowledge.

Look, about Myfanwy, uh,
and the bridge, I really...

No, I owe you the apology.

And I just wanted
to let you know

that I'm fully up to speed
and to thank you

for bringing me some clarity.

Linda, this is really
a delicate situation.

My thoughts exactly.

- Hello?
- Grantchester knows.

- About my memory?
- No.

I'm talking about
the bridge and the bank.

Steer clear of him today.
He'll only ask more questions.

Listen, I'm in my car park.
I think I'm being watched.

Have you taken
your pills?

- Yeah.
- Listen to me.

Don't go back in the building.

Fuck, I can't anyway.

Exit to the street.

Walk west.
Walk, don't run.

- I'm still here, by the way.
- Stay calm.

They're following me.

- How many do you see?
- Two.

And what do they
look like?

- Men that want to kill me.
- Listen to me.

Head to your
nearest underground.

Well, I could just go
into one of the...

Myfanwy,
Victoria line, north.

Myfanwy?

Get on the train.

And head north.
Go!

Please, everyone, stay calm!

All social media references
to the bridge and the bank

need to be tagged
and categorized by topic.

Any photographs should be sent
to my Dropbox.

- Morning, all.
- Good morning.

So we need to compile a list
of any emerging theories,

and, above all, do not engage
with these people directly.

Understand?
They're fucking insane.

Got it.

Do you need me to go through
and note these?

No need; I read them
on the treadmill this morning.

Danielle, thank God
you're here.

- Where have you been?
- Well, I just got back

from Palawan on Saturday.

Believe it or not,
they've even got

conspiracy theorists
there too.

I'm afraid some of ours
are dancing

dangerously close to the truth.

- Hm.
- There's a forum discussion

all about the fulgurites.

Those ionized crystals
all over the floor.

They'll forget all about them

once our cover story's
in place.

I'll hijack the discussion
into an in-depth analysis

of sedimentary versus
metamorphic rock.

It will kill them with boredom.

That will keep it
out the mainstream.

- So far, so good.
- Nice to have you back.

Thank you.

- Conrad.
- Wulff!

I heard a rumor that your hand
might be taking the wheel.

- As usual, the rumor is true.
- Please, come in, come in.

Have you seen the proposed
headline for tomorrow?

Yes, already made the call.
They're pulling the story.

Oh, thank God.
That editor's a nasty fucker.

I know, we went
to the same school.

Hm.

Well, thanks for
getting ahead of it.

- Can always count on you.
- Always.

You got a nice view
of the Magpies.

With a good aim, we could
just about hit them.

Lob some soap.

Twice the normal crowd
camped out front today.

Ingrid calls them
conspiracy theorists

who just happen to be right.

- Yes?
- Kyle Miller,

Vetting Department.
A word?

About what?

The meeting regarding your
undisclosed romantic liaison.

Any relationship
must be formally disclosed

- under Rule 143...
- Yes, I'm aware of the policy.

And you can dispute
the claim at the meeting.

I'm aware of that policy
as well.

Who made the report?

I need an alias.

I'm rich, probably
in property investments.

The type that buys art
at auction.

I need documentation, a car,
and full background cover.

Oh, and I also need
50,000 pounds

or quids or bits or whatever
it is you call it.

I can't pay you back, but you
will thank me in the end.

Use crypto-currency
on this drive.

It's completely anonymous.

- Where did you find this?
- It belonged to Marcus Kevler.

An American.

Lugat uses hardware like this
to buy and sell EVAs.

I'm taking over Marcus's role
as middle man.

What?
No one will ever know.

If I give you the password,

then you can just
transfer the money.

I've already set up the app.

Maybe this is a request for
your assistant in America.

Well, he's sleeping,
because he's in America.

I work for Rook Thomas.

I think I have things
figured out around here.

Myfanwy Thomas shows up
whenever she feels inclined.

Meanwhile, you and I,
we're here busting our ass,

working 24/7, really...
oh, crap, sorry.

Oh!

Hey, good looking guy.

- My brother.
- Yeah?

Part of a cop family?

He was killed
in a Vulture raid.

Fucking cunts.

I'm sorry.

Do you have any pictures
of your Marcus?

I'm assuming you mean his face.

He looks like a nice guy.

I'm sorry for your loss
as well.

That was a close call.
You'll be okay.

I don't know where
you're getting that idea.

What have you done
to stir up the Vultures?

I'm not saying it's your fault,

and I shouldn't have
had a go at you last night.

Things are weird around here.

Farrier ordered me
to track you this morning.

Well, I suppose
under the circumstances,

- that was a good thing.
- I know something's going on.

Something's different with you.

If you say so.

I know so.

Whatever it is,
you can tell me.

Are you okay?
What is it?

It's nothing, I was shot.
Eliza's in the infirmary.

Hi.
I thought you might want...

are you...

I told you,
it's nothing.

- It was only a sedative.
- Yeah.

Still, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry.
It's my job.

You're incredible.

So are you.

About what happened
between us the other night.

I mean, I know you said
it was a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

Stats look good.
Just need to sign you out.

- Look.
- What?

A Vulture we captured.
Peter Van Syoc.

Known member of the Lugat.

Technically he's still dead.

Do you mean dead again?

He's a form of extremophile,
similar to a tardigrade.

A creature which can
suspend animation.

Voluntarily shutdown
all life processes.

Heart rate, respiration,

when threatened
by the external environment.

- I'll wake him up.
- No need.

Clearly, he's our missing
EVA target.

May we please have the room?

You know my value here,
don't you, Linda?

In this particular situation,
or in general?

- Both.
- I do.

All right, he's yours.

But you know this man is Lugat.

We need to maintain
a united front.

I would have it no other way.

Thank you.

- Hello.
- Name and identification?

Thank you.

I sent a link to pay the fee.

Buyers pay $50,000.

Once it clears,
you're registered to bid.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

Welcome to Forsythe's New
Contemporaries Art Collection.

It's a joy seeing so many
familiar faces.

Right.
Let's get to it.

Lot one.
Entitled "Neodymium,"

in reference to the rare
metallic element

with the power of magnetism.

Starting bid, £1 million.

One million.
Do I hear £1 1/2 million?

Thank you, £1 1/2 million.

Any interest at £2 million?

Relax.
Remain calm, remain calm.

It's just a mild irritant
to wake you up

and make you looser
with the truth.

But if you fight it...

Lot number three,
entitled "Fugue."

Described as an exploration
of personal amnesia.

Starting the bid at
£1 million.

Two.
£2 million?

Three.
£3 million.

£4 million.
£4 million.

£5 million.

Thank you, £5 million.

Six, six?

Yes, Bianca has £6 million.
Seven?

£7 million.

Robin, are you...

Yes, £7 million.
£7 million.

Ten, ten is offered here.
Thank you.

Still interest?

Bianca, do you have...

£30 million?

30.
£30 million.

35.
£35 million.

40?
40?

£40 million.
£45 million.

Do I hear £45 million?

45 from the gentleman
right here.

£50 million?

£50 million?
50?

Sold to the gentleman
for £45 million.

Moving on now to lot number
four, "Deep Blue Harbor."

Sophie Abbot's vivid...

- I see you're the seller.
- Starting the bidding...

So much for anonymity.

May I buy you a drink?

What's your name?

Uh...

Peter Mees Van Syoc.

- From?
- Eindhoven.

North Brabant, yeah.

- And you were recruited by...
- Lugat ten long years ago.

Good, good.
Tell me, Peter.

What do you want with my Rook?

Oh, uh...

Yeah.

Well, she could be valuable
in the right hands.

You failed to bring her
to her full potential.

- So Lorik instructed you to...
- I... Lorik's lazy, man.

He's lazy.
I don't need his instruction.

I know when to carpe the diem,
so... no.

Your talents are unique.

Perhaps in exchange
for the right information,

they could be put
to better use.

Oh, come on, spare me
the recruiting manual.

You prefer a life of crime?

What are you?

No, I'm serious.

What are you?

Are you a instrument
for justice, huh?

Oh, and they give you
fancy clothes,

give you a car,
give you a place to live.

Give you a role.
Make you feel included.

Is that right?

Is that what you feel, huh?

Yeah, man.

They do anything
to distract you

from the fact that you're
a slave to the state.

I tend to pay no heed
to lectures

from human traffickers.

You're a fucking hypocrite!

You know what you do?

You rip children away
from their families.

And yet, you call me
the Vulture.

Condescending to
the proletariat.

Spare me the revolution manual.

Hey.

Revolution is inevitable.

Oh, and who's gonna
lead it, Peter?

- You?
- Mm.

You had more charisma
as a corpse.

This is over.

Take him to the Box,
and I want the tape.

Oh.
Is that your boss?

Hi, boss.

Uh, Linda, it may appear that
this session took a...

We have what we need.

♪ The murder shoot,
here I am ♪

Tell me about the most unusual
EVA you've encountered.

There must be some rarities
in your country.

I knew one who had
enhanced sensory perception.

Could see for miles.

He could hear a whisper
in a crowd.

Didn't want to be
in his crosshairs.

- How did you...
- Prize him out?

Didn't need to.
We worked together.

- Against his own?
- I know.

Who does that, right?

So tell me, Gordon.

What do you plan to do
with your acquisition?

Well, each case calls
for different treatment.

Some turn a profit on loan.

Others, we keep
for personal use.

You have something.

I know they say
you can't tell by looking,

but I've developed
a nose for it.

Can I tell you a secret?

I can fly.

Oh, you should have seen
the look on your face.

Let's say we skip
the formalities.

You're the seller.

Take me to the drop site
yourself.

After, I'll take you home.

There's so much
I want to show you.

Ah, here's the drop right now.

Come with.

You could stay the night.

Oh, wish I could,

but I've got to get
to Patagonia on the red eye.

Oh.

Until next time.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Oh, Myfanwy, I've got forms
for you to sign.

Okay.
Sign...

this, this...

this.

Oh, and you'll like this one.

- What is it?
- Vehicle Depot

is querying Gestalt's
Range Rover.

Teddy scraped it all down
one side and broke the axle.

- When?
- This morning,

when you were in the infirmary.

Oh, and uh, the courier brought

what you needed
from the chemist, your pills.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way,
that American is using us.

Bled us for £50,000 today.
Oh, speaking of which,

look at the time.
I've got to call accounting.

- Ingrid?
- Mm-hmm?

The detainee, Van Syoc,
where is he now?

In the Box, where he belongs.

That doesn't mean
you're considering a visit...

Thank you, Ingrid.

Rook Thomas,
have you read the review?

Yes, I just have
a few more questions.

Cell Four, I've been ordered to
keep this one fully restrained.

- Shall I accompany you?
- That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

What do you want from me?

How much of your memory
is gone?

All of it, or some of it?

You were at the bridge.

What's your mother's name?

Can't even picture
your own mother?

You really have nothing left.
No history.

Not a scrap
of familial comfort.

You know,
you're of no use to anyone.

Not that you were worth a lot
to begin with.

You've come at me
three times.

And three times, you've failed.

I may not remember much, but I
do remember what I did to you.

This morning, you ran from me
like a scared little girl.

And now, you're all chained up,
and I'm still here, unchained,

completely in control
of what happens next.

And this time, I promise,
you will not be coming back.

So I'm gonna ask you
once more.

What did you want from me?

To finish the job.
Sell you at auction.

- You were going to sell me?
- No, at first, Zef said

"don't bother,
they... they broke her

like a twig a long time ago."

But I told them
that's the point.

The buyer will see
the potential.

You know, who's going
to stop us?

Your superiors were fine
to hand you over

- without a kiss good-bye.
- Who?

Them.

All of them.
No one cared.

Well, it appears they've
changed their minds.

Uh...

I wouldn't be so sure.

You may have forgotten,
but they remember.

All of it, all the things
they did to break you.

Ask them about Glengrove
and Bristol.

None of this
ever would have happened!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

And I know shouldn't
have been...

Why?

You have every right to know

what that animal wanted
with you.

- What'd he say?
- He kept saying things

to unsettle me.

- About what?
- Glengrove.

Sorry.

I have nightmares
about that place.

Yeah, we all do.

Our minds weren't our own,
but it's okay now.

It's all in the past.

Good morning.

Thanks to the excellent work
of the Metropolitan Pol...

- Try that.
- Are we okay?

Let's go again.

Okay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thanks to the excellent work
of the Metropolitan Police,

we have established
that the tragic events

of the
Millennium Bridge Murders

were indeed the suicide
of eight members

of a registered
religious organization

known as The Hanneke.

We have their leader,
Peter Van Syoc,

remanded in custody.

Van Syoc has given
a full confession...

- Make her stop.
- Let me find a break.

Just cut her off.

Let's hear our scapegoat's
official confession.

They give you stuff,
too, don't they?

Give you a role.

Make you feel, uh, included.

They do anything
to distract you

from the fact that you're
a slave to the state.

Condescending
to the proletariat.

Hey, revolution is inevitable.

It's brilliant, really.

You weren't tempted
to drink the Kool-Aid,

- were you, comrade?
- No more than usual.

And just so you know,
I fully intend to cooperate

with the Vetting office.

Good.

Uh, your transparency
is appreciated.

The camera loves her,
doesn't it?