- Hi there. - Are you here to see me?
- No, sadly. - Balakin.
The Lenkov Company is a wholly independent entity.
Like many organizations of well-armed illiterate men,
claims to have connections at the highest levels in the Kremlin.
Roman Lenkov has a child with a woman in Cap d'Antibes.
He will be there on the 30th of this month.
- They're offering us Lenkov. - Russia... didn't do it?
- Are you replacing Ganon? - What are you talking about?
The secretary of state takes a long walk off a short pier... it should be you.
- We're a yes. - Same.
- The PM isn't gonna love this. He'll get there.
The president wants what's best for the UK.
Does he actually believe that the arrest of some nameless Russian mafioso
will answer the deaths of 40 servicemen?
- What did you say? - I stood quietly, like a fucking moron,
while Ganon drove a tractor over my face.
I need to call Dennison and tell him where we're at.
You can call him in the morning.
Ambassador?
Something odd's happened.
You spoke to the PM last night
- about arresting Lenkov? - Yeah.
- And he was unhappy? - Yes.
And come the dawn, he's in love with it.
- Really? - Thrilled.
- With arresting one man. - And not killing a bunch of Russians.
Odd. No?
He called me an embarrassment when I raised it.
Remember when you told him that I was setting him up to be a great statesman?
- Which I most certainly was not. - It's a good line though, right?
It was.
Do you think he actually bought into it?
Maybe.
Roylin said his real problem is some election in Scotland.
Off-cycle.
- By-election. - Does the arrest help him?
A trial does put Britain back on the world stage.
It's quite good.
It's great.
It backs us off war with Russia.
Ganon and I are traveling to Paris, to speak to the French.
About the arrest?
Yeah. The PM wants British Special Forces involved.
Photo op.
Our warriors decked in deadly gear,
marching Lenkov off to justice, it's, um...
Well, the French will hate it.
Yeah. I mean, they'll come around.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Wanna go to Paris? - With you?
Sadly, no. With-- We don't have to get into that now.
Uh, well, now we do.
Anu Kapoor.
- From the Foreign Office? - Yeah.
Little guy who's afraid of his own shadow?
I think he's a regularly-sized guy.
Why am I going to Paris with him?
Ganon doesn't think he and Dennison should make the ask.
- He thinks that you should. - With Anu?
Maybe he wants a stronger American presence
and a less significant British presence because France will respond to that.
I'll get you briefing books on Fournier. That's who you're meeting with.
Minister of the Interior.
I should tell Dennison.
- I can. - I was just in there,
talking about this, about him and Ganon going to Paris.
Okay.
It's just kind of weird, the whole thing is now me and not him,
and I'm not even calling him?
Is it?
You have a meet-and-greet with representatives
from the National Federation of Fishermen's Organizations.
Hey. - How's it going?
-Hal Wyler. - Did Langley...?
Flagged it.
- I think he could be helpful. -More.
He's able to provide a lot of context.
On a bunch of things.
Eidra.
He used to work with a guy named Lewis Quainton.
- They ran into each other at the embassy. - Okay.
We think Lewis Quainton is working with the Saudis.
Off the books. He was here at the embassy--
-You can't use Hal Wyler. - It'd be a couple conversations.
- Nothing complicated. -It's a no.
- Why? -Doesn't matter.
-Thanks for-- - Ma'am?
Why?
The ambassador's on a short list.
- She or he? -She.
- For what? -For something high profile.
Something that she can't do if her husband is a CIA asset.
Talk to Hayford. Tell him I said that he could read you in.
Hands off Hal.
Hi. - Hi.
I'm gonna get you a copy of the report on Lenkov activity in Mali.
State put something out.
- Okay. - So when you're talking to the French,
you'll wanna remind them how they got routed by Lenkov troops in Mali.
I called Dennison's office
and I explained the whole deal
with Ganon wanting somebody lower in the order. So you and Anu.
And Dennison said that Ganon already called,
and he doesn't like Ganon's thinking on this,
so he's gonna go on the trip himself.
With you.
Okay.
- Hi. - Oh! Oh, God. I-- I wasn't--
- I'm-- I'm sorry. - No, it's okay.
I'm packing her-- I was asked to pack the ambassador.
Uh-huh.
Are you going? I can pack you both.
- Uh, where? - Paris.
Um, I don't know, maybe.
She has a meeting at the Ministry of the Interior.
That's a lot for the Ministry of the Interior.
There's some sort of event in the evening.
She's always wearing black.
The office hoped for something more vibrant.
- Will she hate it? - She won't wear it.
- What's the dress code? - Oh, I'm not quite sure of the wording,
but apparently the foreign secretary is wearing a dinner jacket.
Hey, you ready? - Sit.
- You get the sandwiches? - Not yet.
We can get something and head back here, huh?
You can't sit for three seconds?
My stomach is, like, roaring.
Billie Appiah wants you to read me in on the ambassador and her short list.
Oh.
Secretary of state?
No.
Vice president.
Okay. Swanky.
- Why are you being weird? - She said I should read you in?
Yeah.
The vice president is getting tossed. And they may want Kate to step in.
Like, soon... ish.
Wow.
Yeah.
Six people know. And now you.
- Worried I can't keep it under my hat? - No.
Why are you read in?
- You're one of six? - Well, now seven.
Because why?
Because she's not VP material.
They want you to do your thing.
Yeah.
That's great!
I'm really hungry.
Congratulations.
I'd go back to D.C.
If it worked out.
When?
I don't know.
A week, a month, a year?
No. Maybe four months, you know.
If it happens.
You know, the ambassador fucking hates the idea.
I heard she wore a gray suit.
- The ambassador. - Yeah.
That was you?
I got her a suit, it's not a ring.
You told me not to go to Cairo.
It's not like it was a premeditated thing.
Fucking of my career?
I'm sorry. If you think there was any way I would ever, ever--
You wanted to go public with a relationship that's about to end.
- How about you sit down? - Why would you do that?
It's not about to end.
- I kind of think it just did. - Eidra.
Howard, can you bring in the Tuesday report?
I wanna go over it with you.
Eidra.
You gotta walk out of my office right now.
I don't think this is where we'll land, but it's worth taking a look before--
Oh, sorry. I can't talk about this with you here.
Darya called me and I didn't call back. Twice.
- Have Jill call her. - Jill's busy.
So are you.
Jill's trying to re-open our diplomatic mission in Afghanistan.
Jill is trying to get people out.
Jill is doing everything I was supposed to be doing.
- You want me to call Darya? - Not the point.
- I mean, yeah, but-- - What's the point?
I fucking dumped her.
Like everyone else has done to every democracy-oriented Afghan
throughout time.
You mentored her, right? She knows how to apply for a grant.
She won't get it.
- Everyone's moved on to something else. - Yeah.
Trying to avoid armed conflict between Russia and NATO.
You're getting it everywhere.
- I'm not. - Yes, you are.
They'll kick us out when they realize we're soiling the place.
I don't think you should be eating shitty British croissants.
You're gonna be having the real deal tomorrow.
In your Parisian boudoir.
I know, but I'm kind of into the British version.
They're bready. I like it.
Me and Pensy packed you.
For Paris.
Okay. Thanks.
She made some bold choices, I thought I should weigh in.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Red gown.
- For fuck's sake. - Why not?
For the Minister of the Interior? Red is not the move.
I think it was for the ball you're going to with Austin Dennison.
It's not a ball.
Yeah. Long dress.
- Red? - Yeah.
I told her to pack a black one.
Just in case you want to dial it down, you know.
Mm.
So it's not the prom, I can wear my suit.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
What's happening right now?
With me? Nothing.
Literally, nothing.
Okay.
I packed your bag.
Nobody asked you to do that.
Frances is going to the Chelsea Flower Show to choose bulbs.
She asked me to come along.
Don't go.
I don't have any fucking other thing to do.
That is not what I meant when I said we'd find stuff for you to do.
What did you mean?
Well, I don't know. I haven't figured out every piece of it.
I don't have a ton of brain space right now.
Do you wanna come? On the trip?
- To Paris? - Yeah.
To keep my mouth shut in Paris instead of London?
Hal.
Sit in a hotel room, fuck you when you get back?
Is that so bad?
Will you put on the red dress?
I don't want us to turn into some bizarro, trying-to-keep-it-fresh couple
on the far side of the hill.
- It was your idea. - To come on the trip.
Not on the red dress.
Not nice.
I knew this was a bad idea.
- What? - Another ride on the merry-go-round.
Fuck you, Kate.
I mean it.
I don't know how we'll fix this marriage, but it's not something we've done before.
Common courtesy dictates that if we're gonna make this work,
you don't yell "divorce" every time I open my mouth.
But the things you say are so stupid.
It was a joke.
It wasn't funny.
I was supposed to do a speech at Chatham House.
But I can't do it because of the trip to Paris.
You're supposed to say you're proud of me because I agreed to do a speech.
- I hate speeches. - Do you?
I said yes because I listen to you.
Makes all the difference.
You do it.
The speech.
You'll kill it. It's all upside.
You don't want that.
I do, actually.
I did stuff I was good at when you were ambassador.
You weren't threatened by it, you were thrilled.
I'm trying to rise to the occasion.
You're placating me.
Maybe. Is it working?
That's not fair.
It is working.
You can't buy me off with a speech at Chatham House.
There is significant evidence to the contrary.
The draft title was "Talking to Terrorists,"
which is sort of counter to U.S. policy,
so I went to Public Affairs and they like "Communication is Key."
What is this?
The Chatham House speech.
It'll start with the general idea that, well, communication is key,
then get into specifics from the fall of the Soviet Union, the Bosnia talks.
Ronnie, she's going to Paris. She's not doing the Chatham House speech.
No, he is.
Mr. Wyler.
That's why it's back on your calendar. He's gonna waive the Chatham House Rule.
And he asked me to send a copy to Billie Appiah.
I don't wanna do that if you're not happy with the title.
Ma'am, there's been a mix-up.
I take responsibility.
I've been distracted with Paris and everything else.
Somebody thought it would be a good idea
for Mr. Wyler to do your speech.
The Chatham House speech.
Yeah. Me.
- Ma'am. - Hal's like a racehorse.
You gotta run him, or he'll tear down the barn.
Are you familiar with the Chatham House Rule?
Anything you say can be cited,
but it can't be attributed to you.
It's bad for public image building.
Okay.
Mr. Wyler asked to waive the Chatham House Rule for the speech.
Okay.
He asked to have the speech sent to Billie Appiah.
Thank you.
Ma'am, it's time to go.
Our original scheduled speaker was abruptly called away.
Struggling to fill her shoes
is her husband, Ambassador Hal Wyler.
Thank you.
We started the Bosnia talks
a few days after Suljic launched a bombing campaign
that very nearly killed the woman who's now my wife.
It was my lot to spend more hours in locked rooms with that man
than in the hospital with Kate.
First time I met him, I refused to shake his hand.
Rookie move.
It probably set the peace back a year.
Communication isn't the key.
Diplomacy doesn't open doors with a twist of the wrist.
Diplomacy never works.
It never fucking works.
Diplomacy is 40 days and nights in a Vienna hotel room,
listening to the same empty talking points.
Getting trashed at the minibar.
It's getting to "no" over, and over, and over.
The answer will be "no," so don't stop when you hear it.
You can ask me to leave the room. That'll take it up a level.
Then mention the fact that I was sent here as an insult to both of you,
but maybe you rise above it.
Diplomacy never works.
Until it does.
I've given 30 years of my life for two moments.
When enemies stood on blood-soaked ground...
and grasped hands.
I'd give it 30 more.
The second round of talks with Suljic...
I shook his hand.
Two years later, he was a tired man hoping for peace,
and together...
we ended the war.
One of the boneheaded truisms of foreign policy
is that talking to your enemies legitimizes them.
Talk to everyone.
Talk to the dictator, and the war criminal.
Talk to the poor schmuck three levels down who's so pissed he has to sit
in the back of the second car, he may be ready to turn.
Talk to terrorists.
Talk to everyone.
Fail, and fail again.
And brush yourself off. And fail again. Because maybe...
Maybe.
Yeah.
I wish we could be of assistance.
But, I regret to say, what you request is quite impossible.
Why is that?
Our government is not prepared to further strain relations with Russia.
- Nor is ours. Of course.
But we hope to play a key role in the end of Russia's regional conflicts.
We've invested significant time building bridges between the parties.
We've received a strong indication that this would not unduly displease Moscow.
Whether or not Moscow is privately relieved,
their public reaction is unlikely to reflect that.
The Lenkov Company framed your soldiers in Mali
for a massacre they perpetrated themselves.
And now it looks like they framed Iran for an attack on Britain.
How is this not an attractive proposition--?
If we had assurances
that Moscow would not condemn the arrest,
would you give the proposal a more serious consideration?
In times like this, we wish you were still a member of the European Union.
We perhaps could've found a solution as a group.
For France alone, with deepest sympathies for your loss,
I'm afraid the answer remains "no."
Truly inspiring. Thank you.
- Nice to see you. Thank you. - Mr. Wyler.
- Congratulations. That was great. - Look how surprised you are.
- Excellent address. Truly impressive.
Thank you. A great crowd here.
Uh, I wonder if I could take a moment of your time.
Sure.
I'm not sure this is the place.
Find something to eat? I should go to the hotel
- and get some work done. - All right.
I realize we knew this was an exercise in futility,
but it would've helped things on my end
if I were able to go back to the White House
and say I did what I could.
- Did you not? - I think I looked disapproving.
And that's been known to shake the earth.
But if I'd had an opportunity to actually, I don't know, speak--
She was never gonna budge with both of us there,
as you said when we walked through the door.
She looked for an opportunity to tut-tut me about Brexit.
- She'll say yes when it's one-on-one. - Great.
You can pull her aside at the event tonight, wrap it up.
Not me, you.
I interrupted you.
And then gave you a chiding shake of the head.
Makes women furious.
She clocked it too.
You never have to mention it,
but you'll have an unspoken bond built around your shared irritation.
With me.
Let's get some food.
Hmm.
You don't think it's a little simplistic?
I-- What?
I'm gonna walk in there and roll my eyes and say, "Men."
And then she's gonna be like, "I know, mon dieu."
- When you put it like that-- - How should I put it?
Like the U.S. has no voice in the EU anymore.
We were that, then we Brexited
in one of the great self-inflicted wounds of modern history.
And now you have no inside ear or eye or mouthpiece.
At the EU?
Yeah.
You weren't a mouthpiece.
Nobody described it that way in our absence?
Um...
Well, maybe.
We're no longer that window for you.
Into Europe.
France could be.
I'm not inventing the wheel.
Rayburn mentioned it in a speech a few days ago.
Yeah.
So it's not them doing something for us,
it's them doing something for their new silent partner, you.
Go ahead.
What?
I'm waiting for the deluge of withering dissent.
No. I think you're right. Which is me agreeing with you.
So... objection is rapid-fire and loud
while approval is best conveyed in silence.
I was eating.
You do it without food.
I know when you agree because you walk away without saying a word.
I do not.
I do.
It's terrible.
It's endearing.
Once you know what's going on.
Before that, it can be hard to follow.
Were you ever staff?
I know the answer.
I read about you on the Internet. You weren't.
I suppose not.
You went from big leadership position to bigger leadership position.
Staff learns to talk fast,
reduce complexity into a phrase someone can memorize while they're peeing.
That is beautiful. I will always remember it.
It's true. Nobody wants to be briefed. You gotta chase them into the toilet.
Especially if it's about women getting their tongues cut out.
It's a buzzkill.
Sorry, it's Hal.
Go ahead.
Hey.
How did it go?
As expected.
We're gonna take another crack at her tonight at the thing.
How did the speech go?
Oh, fine.
Uncharacteristically modest.
No, you're right. It went great.
I-- There was this Tory MP.
He came up to me after. He was desperate to talk.
- I'm gonna meet him for a drink tonight. - Who?
Um, Merritt Grove?
Grave? Grove?
And you're meeting him?
- He said it was urgent. - Hal, Jesus.
He wanted to talk to you, but you're not here.
If he's asking to talk to me, it's not 'cause he wants a Wyler's perspective.
He wants a representative of the president of the United States.
Take a breath, please. I told him. I said exactly that.
I said, "Look, I'm not fucking anyone. I'm a trophy wife."
I offered to put him on the phone with Billie,
- but he didn't want that. - Tell me you didn't.
I didn't. He didn't wanna talk to her.
Tell me you didn't offer to call the White House chief of staff
for somebody who sucked up to you at a party.
- Kate. - How many ways are you gonna find to
- wag your ass in front of Billie Appiah? - I told you twice and I'll say it again,
he did not wish to speak to Billie Appiah.
You're chasing secretary of state.
What?
You told me to burn him.
You told me to take down the fucking secretary of state.
This is why?
- Because you wanna be secretary of state? - Jesus Christ.
Me as vice president was something to keep you busy
until you found a better job?
- This is delusional. - Listen to me.
- You will not meet him. Understand? - No.
I don't because that'd make me look like a fucking tool.
- What was his name? The guy? - Merritt Grove.
My office will call him and cancel your meeting.
You will not call him. You'll call no one. You hear me?
You know what, Kate?
- No one.
Ah. Now we're chums.
- Calling for a chin wag? - Okay.
You all right?
Who's Merritt Grove?
He's an MP.
Tory. You'd describe him as a compassionless conservative.
We just call him old.
- Did you work with him? - Glancingly.
- Okay. - Are you ill?
No. Hal met him at an event and tried to put him in touch with the White House.
He wanted to speak with the president?
I don't know what he wanted. He wanted to talk to someone right away
and Hal offered the White House chief of staff,
which, apparently, even Mr. Grove knew was absurd.
So then Hal offered Hal.
Ah.
I can't meet with him for a couple of days. I'm in Paris.
Things with Grove are always urgent. He's a bit of an hysteric.
Can I push him off or send someone to talk to him?
Of course. Delegate.
- I'm not burning a bridge? - No.
Godspeed with the Gauls.
I'm sorry, I do-- I just need to walk for a minute.
- We can walk. - You don't have to come.
Of course.
It's not what I meant. I'm...
Let's walk.
Warren, we're talking on the go.
Everything all right?
I'm fine. Don't worry about it. It's a...
personal-- whatever.
I didn't mean to pry.
You're not. I'm melting down in front of you.
We should be talking about the French.
Is this what melting down looks like?
- You don't think so? - No.
When you run, sweating, into my office with instruction,
- that looks like melting down. - Oh, God.
Again, endearing once decoded.
I sweat a lot.
It's not tied to my emotional state.
My marriage is ending.
Again.
I thought that was already underway.
It was, and then...
it wasn't.
Oh, God.
I'm gonna vomit.
I'm not walking on the Seine and bitching to you about my marriage.
It's like, ugh.
- We could stand still. - No.
I invite you to get it off your chest
because the sweating is in fact tied to your emotional state and has begun.
I feel like the stand-up thing to do
is to give a relationship every possible chance. Right?
I mean, it's the whole fucking definition of my life's work.
There's nothing you can't talk out.
Of course.
But at a certain point...
I'm a moron for failing to learn a lesson I have been taught a thousand times.
No.
At this point, I'm a fucking moron.
Perhaps you're just a decent person
in a time when decency has lost its hold on the public imagination.
Standing room only apparently.
- I'll send you a clip.
I gotta go.
Okay.
- Well, she call you? Yeah.
In a tizzy?
She's just trying to be careful.
Well, she's probably undercaffeinated. It's a disservice to the nation.
I'll meet the guy from Chatham House.
Ronnie will come along and take notes, make it feel like embassy business.
Really?
Yeah. It's best way to learn, right?
Um...
How about I come along, just do a bit of a handover?
Sir, I'm not having a great day. Can we just go with a no?
You think a five-minute handoff is gonna bring down the republic?
Fine. Five minutes.
The whole enterprise is-- is porous.
Intentionally.
We throw parties, people come to the house.
I go to fucking literary societies, ramble about conflict resolution
while drinking port that is very old and not good,
and someone wants to talk.
It's actually what we're after, right?
You're sharp as a tack, and one day you're gonna run this place,
but Archibald Highnostril is not gonna say a fucking thing
with 12-year-old Ronnie taking notes.
There's a line.
It's porous, but it's there.
And when you vault all the way over it,
the rest of us spend all our time compensating.
Then people like Ronnie have to sit in meetings and awkwardly take notes
to prove to the world that the White House is not a fee-for-services organization.
I think you should take a moment and decide if you really wanna suggest...
that I'm selling access, Stuart.
I told him not to come. But he said five minutes.
-I'm really sorry.
I can try to cancel the whole thing.
Don't worry about it.
Five and he's out.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
Thank you, ma'am.
Ambassador?
Could you tell the foreign secretary to go on ahead without me?
- Of course, ma'am. - Thanks.
It's nice to see you.
I'm glad you could join us.
Could we talk for a minute? Of course.
I come to events here and give myself a few minutes alone with one of them.
I try to treat them as individuals.
Not a horde.
He crowned himself.
Napoleon.
Simplified matters considerably.
It did.
You will ask me for a favor.
It will, no doubt, improve my life.
Mm.
Have you given any more thought to the proposal?
Yes. However, this British request is not as you describe.
Why not?
Typically, an arrest on French soil would be conducted by French police.
London has asked that their special operatives take the lead.
They need to avenge the 41 fallen sailors.
British Special Forces on the scene when Lenkov is taken into custody...
it's a start.
This highly unorthodox request...
being of import to our great and good friend, the United States,
we shall reluctantly grant it.
We appreciate that.
But one must register surprise that the present U.S. administration,
after pointedly proclaiming a break with the past,
would so strongly lobby for an extrajudicial assassination.
We're talking about an arrest.
My colleagues on the intelligence side
tell me that the British do not intend to let Roman Lenkov walk out alive.
We applaud you for returning the 26 statues.
Britain will follow suit.
So many excuses.
...to your commitment to leadership? Is that a thing of the past?
- Excuse me. - Okay.
Kate?
Ambassador.
She signed off.
Well done.
They-- They have champagne up there. Perhaps a toast--
I don't feel great. I'm gonna go back to the hotel.
- Well, I'll walk you. - That's all right.
Kate.
I have the DCM for Ms. Park, is she available?
Unbelievable.
Can you ask her to get back to us when she has a moment?
Not gonna happen.
Maybe she's sick or something.
- She's not answering any of our calls.
Mr. Wyler?
You should give me a half hour alone with him.
- Let me explain. Sir, no.
Go tell the guy I'm coming.
The ambassador--
The ambassador blows her coat every time I open my mouth.
- Don't let it rattle you. - Hal.
She's got you convinced I'm a monkey with a shotgun,
but sometimes an apology is just an apology.
"I was gonna buy you a drink, now I'm not gonna buy you a drink. Sorry."
- I'll buy him two drinks. - He doesn't want two from you.
You work for the State Department. You'll buy him a shitty cabernet. Twice.
Mr. Grove, I'm Ronnie Buckhurst. I work with Stuart Hayford.
- He's stuck on a call. He'll be right in. - Who?
Stuart Hayford. Deputy Chief of Mission at Embassy London.
Where's Mr. Wyler?
Mrs. Wyler is the ambassador. She asked Mr. Hayford to meet with you.
No.
I would appreciate a moment alone.
At least take my coat. It's freezing.
I'm fine.
I can see that.
Okay, give me your fucking coat.
- Have you been playing me? - What on--?
Asking for an arrest when all along it's been a hit?
I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.
Lenkov's assassination.
French police have been instructed to stand down.
While British Special Forces conduct a bin Laden-style raid
to take out Roman Lenkov.
- That's absurd. - It's what's happening.
- We don't assassinate people. - We don't either.
Except when we do.
Trowbridge wouldn't. It would bring down his government.
And why?
If he can arrest Lenkov,
learn who hired him, and rain hellfire on them,
that is worth something.
A dead Lenkov doesn't do him any good.
He said it was too slow.
- An arrest. - So he issued a kill order?
- Apparently. - No.
Unless he...
What?
There's an exception, under the Intelligence Services Act.
But that-- that requires authorization.
- He authorized it. - He can't.
- It needs approval and a signature. - From who?
Me.
Maybe there's a request I missed.
They won't put a kill request in your e-mail.
Yes, but a request for a certain type of meeting, where it would be authorized.
- Is that your work phone? - Yes.
- A government-issued phone? - It's where they would send it.
- Give it to me. - Just give me one moment.
- What are you doing?
- Warren! What the fuck?
Listen to me. A dead Lenkov is only good for the people who hired him.
A dead Lenkov is only good for the people who hired him.
If Prime Minister Nicol Trowbridge wants him dead...
Nicol Trowbridge hired him.
I was expecting Mr. Wyler.
I do not wish to speak to anyone from your embassy.
- Mr. Grove. Sorry I'm late. - Mr. Grove. Merritt!
Any station this channel,
this is Dolphin 3-6, transmitting in the blind.
Any station this channel,
this is Dolphin 3-6, transmitting in the blind.
Any station, this is Dolphin 3-6.
We suspected comms failure. Transmitting in the blind.
Dolphin 3-6, nothing heard. Out.