I'm not even going to attempt to explain the plot of season six of Slow Horses—but be assured, it is complicated, fragmented, and obfuscated . . . and full of espionage, maguffins, double-crossing, and paradoxical intrigue-based irony; I do wish I recorded the befuddled conversations my wife and I had before, during, and after the episodes—we must have sounded very, very slow, and if we worked for the MI5, we would certainly be demoted to Slough House.
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