Did they know too?That you spent the last two years playing hide and seek?Maybe. - Ah, so that's why they weren't at the funeral!Sorry, sorry again. Hmm.Sorry.So you've shaved it off then?Yeah. Wasn't working for me.Yeah, I'm glad. - You didn't like it?No, I prefer my doctors clean-shaven.That's not a sentence you hear every day.How are you feeling?Yeah, not bad. Bit smoked. - Right.Last night, who did that?And why did they target me? - I don't know.Is it someone trying to get to you through me?Is it something to do with this terrorist thing you talked about?I don't know, I can't see the pattern.It's too nebulous.Why would an agent give his life to tell us something incredibly insignificant? That's what's strange.Give his life? - According to Mycroft.There's an underground network planning an attack on London,that's all we know.These are my rats, John. - Rats?My markers, agents, lowlifes.People who might find themselves arrested or their diplomatic immunity suddenly rescinded.If one of them starts acting suspiciously,we know something's up.Five of them are behaving perfectly normally, but the sixth...I know him, don't I?Lord Moran, Peer of the Realm.Minister for Overseas Development.
