All language subtitles for AnyHumanHeart2

Every human being is a
collection of selves.

We never stay one person as we
go on our journey to the grave.

I'm all these different people.

All these different people are me.

All these different people are me.
All these different people are me.

We must never tell Peter anything

about these Sunday
afternoons we have.

Send me your novel, Logan.

'I've sold your novel,
The Girl Factory.

'One thousand pounds.'

I'm marrying Lottie, Peter,
not a chunk of English countryside.

Uh, "Lady" Lottie, if you please.

Clinging on for dear old life.

She's his mistress.
Mrs Simpson.

Well, she seemed very nice.

I want another child, Logan.

I can't talk about it now.
I've got to go away.

I'm going to have this baby.
But don't come back to me

if you're not going to stay.

With us.
Forever.
So this is war in the 20th century.

Mechanised terror.

Faceless killing machines.

The infernal nightmare that
is the Spanish Civil War.

Or should that be the mind-bending
tedium, the crushing boredom.

The terminal fatigue.

I should be writing another novel.

Will I find my inspiration here
in Barcelona? I doubt it.

All I think about is Freya.

Freya.

Freya.

Logan?

Hemingway... my God!

What're you doing here?

Trying to get to the Aragon front.
It's taking forever.

Oh, right...

Well, uh leave it to me.

But don't tell these guys.

Come on, you have to know the
right people in this war, Logan.

PHONE RINGS

You are friend for Senor Hemingway?

Yes, yes, we're old friends.

Both novelists. Met in Paris.

You working for an
American news agency?

Yes. I only file for American
newspapers. Only American.

Ah, yes. They pay well, no?

They do actually.

I can go to the front now?

Of course. But only with
your liaison officer...

me.

I am Faustino. Look forward to
working with you, Senor Logan.

Me too.I give you this.

I don't want it.

Is essential.
In Spain, everyone has a gun.

So you are an anarchist,
not a communist?

I suppose. Communists are better
for governing, more practical.

We anarchists, we believe in simple
things. Two loves, two hatreds.

What are they?

Love of life. Love of humanity.

Hatred of injustice.

Hatred of privilege.
What about you, Logan?

At the moment I think
I only believe in love.

In fact I believe in the love
of one particular woman.

You are right.
Love of a woman is essential.

You see, we are true
romantics, Logan.

Deep down.

And what's your name?

Terence. Lieutenant James Terence.

So where are you from in England?

Rotherhithe. Ever been there?
It's in London.

We've got quite a few English lads.

Even a couple of posh blokes
like you.

Trouble is, we're POUM here.
Trotskyites.

Now two miles down the line there,
you've got fucking communists.

Same army...
different army.

I don't understand.

Well, this is Spain.

How long you been out here?

Look, the Russians won't supply us.

They only supply communists.

"Trotsky bad man," hey.

Because we're anti-Stalin
we don't get no new guns.

I'm sure General Franco
is very grateful.

Here, put that in
your fucking newspaper.

Ah, shit! That was close...

How long will you be in Madrid?

I don't know. I don't know.

I've just got to go there
and file a couple of reports

then I must go home.

My girlfriend's pregnant.

If, when you are in Madrid,
you could visit this person.

He has something for me. If you
could collect it for me, Logan.

Eh, what... what is it?

I used to be art
teacher before this.

It's some property of mine
and I need someone I can trust.

Well, I'll do my best, I'll do
my best. What then? What then?

Call me at the Ministry.
I find a way to come to you.

(MAN SCREAMS)

It can seem a little surreal.

Wait till tomorrow.

We'll catch a bus and go
to the Madrid front line,

it's in the University quarter.

The Republicans are in the
buildings and the Fascists

are dug in in the park.

Martha'll take you. I'm shooting
this film with Ivens all day.

Do you know Ivens?
Joris Ivens?

No.
What is it, a documentary?

Excuse me.
My next article just walked in.

Nobody knows about Martha,
Logan, got it?

Especially not Mrs Hemingway.

Martha's a great girl, but it's not
easy on the home front,
know what I mean?

I do know what you mean, actually.

I'm in a similar situation myself.

The heart has its reasons, huh?

Tell me about it.

Let's have another drink first.
Por favor?

Wow. This is a fucking mess.
This, this your first child?

No.

God and I've got to
tell my wife and boy.

Now that is a can of worms.

See, I have three kids,
but if Martha was pregnant...

Drink up.
We need fuel.

How does it happen, Hem?

It's called life, I believe.

You got to go your own way, Logan.

It's like me, you
choose to live the life,

you take the consequences.

We all know that.

We'll fucking miss you. I thought
we could have some fun here.

I'm just not functioning. I can
only think of Freya and the baby.

I need to catch a plane out of here.

Tomorrow. Tonight.

Dusenberry Press is
going to pay for this lot.

No.Yes.

Oh, there is one thing.

This. Where is this?

Hola?

(WHISTLES)

(THEY LAUGH)

Buenas tardes. Habla Ingles?

No, perdoneme.

Me manda Faustino Angel.

Eres Logan Mountstuart?

Si.Si.

Quien es?

Yo soy su amigo, Comprende?

Mi amigo.Amigo.Amigo.

Faustino dijo que venias.

Exacto.

Espere.

Esto es propiedad de Faustino.

Muchas gracias.

Adios.

Better be a magic carpet.

Hola. Puedo hablar
con Faustino Angel, por favor?

'Creo que no va ser posible.'

Faustino Angel, por favor.

'Le informo que Faustino Angel
fue ejecutado por la semana pasada
por ser espia fascista.'

What?

'Angel is executed.
Three days ago.

'Is spy for Fascist. Is dead.'

He's...

Faustino is dead?

Jesus.

This war is as close to death
as I have ever come in my life,
and it terrifies me.

What are you doing here, Logan?

DOORBELL

I'm back.

Do you mean it?

I've never been so sure
of anything in my life.

Joan Miro.

Catalan painter. Surrealist.

Mmm... Miro, yes.
I knew that immediately.

Liar!

Liar!
Question is, what are
we going to do with them?

Liar!
Question is, what are
we going to do with them?
VOICE ON RADIO

Ooh, hang on, we're missing it.

'..that I have found it
impossible to carry

'the heavy burden of responsibility.

'And to discharge my duties as king

'as I would wish to do,

'without the help and support...'

Shall we go to the pub?

'...of the woman I love...'

'It's time, no going back. Lottie is
an essentially sweet, kind person.

'We can be civilised about this,
grown up.'

You filthy stinking bastard!

Furthermore, Mr Mountstuart,
it is my official duty to inform you

that you shall receive no income
at all from the estate.

But what about Lionel?

The Earl will pay for Lionel's
education and upbringing.

Consequently, you will be allowed

to see Lionel once a month
at a neutral venue. >

No. Out of the question.

We're more than happy
to argue the matter in court.

I was wondering about my things.

I've thrown everything out.
Your books are in the stable block.

Bastard!

You may remove your possessions
from the stable block at a time

Remember, I want the evidence.

What evidence? I refuse to...

There is no alternative,
Mr Mountstuart.

'So it's to be public humiliation.

'Their pound of flesh.'

How long do you think we've got?

Don't know. Should be soon.

Do you think we've got time
for a five-minute quickie?

That's the best idea I've heard all
day. What about a two-minute quickie?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Damn!

Come in.

Good afternoon. >

Can you identify these people, Miss?

Yes. They registered this
afternoon at 1.38pm.

They registered under the names
of Mr and Mrs John Smith.

Very original,
don't you think, darling?

Very original,
don't you think, darling?
I can tell you're a novelist.

Please try not to move.

Ooh, hold on a sec.

(CHUCKLES)

Melville Road.

The mature parkland at the rear
extends a full 35 feet.

From the attic bedrooms

there is an exceptional panorama
of Battersea Power Station.

Perfection.

It's not what you're used to.

But it's what I long for.

There's no grouse shooting.

I have nothing against grouse.

Hello, suburbia.

'It's shepherd's pie for supper.

'Food of the gods.
Tomorrow I must paint the nursery.

'Michaelangelo attacks
the Sistine Chapel.

'Absurd,
head-reeling sensations of bliss.

'Intoxicating, chest-filling emotion
that must be pure happiness.

'Thank god Freya's still working.
My novel's going nowhere.'

How are you feeling, Mrs Mountstuart?

Pregnant. >

Fat.

And happy.

Can you lend me a pound for tomorrow?

I can manage ten bob,
but you'll have to pay me back.

'We never stay the same person.

'We change as we grow old.

'The things that happen to us

'make us different people.

'It's part of the story of our life.'

Come on, silly. She won't bite.

BABY CRIES GENTLY

I didn't know it was possible
I could feel this happy.

PHONE RINGS

Mountstuart residence. >

Tess! >

I know he's had other women,
almost from the start.

Tess, the thing you've got
to remember about Peter is,

is that he's just
the most appalling flirt.

And prostitutes.

And that actress he went with
for a while.

Tess...

I don't care.

I didn't care.

But now, he's got this woman
in a house in Clapham.

They go out together,

to parties in London.

Do you know her?

No. No, I don't. Honest.

He's going to leave me, I know it.

Talk to Peter, Logan.

Tell him I forgive him everything.

Tell him I want him back
for the children's sake.

Look, I'm not sure
I'm the right...

He respects you.

I think he kind of idolises you.

Peter?

No, I think you're reading
that wrongly.

Do what you can.

Thank you.

She's pretty desperate, Peter.

Why you of all people?

Because, er...

Who knows? Anyway, there it is.

She wants you back, at any cost.

She's well provided for,
so are the children.

I want you to meet Arabella.
Fabulous woman.

Wonderful.

What's this, your second?

My third, actually.

Going very well.
Proverbial hot cakes.

You should write a teccie, Logan.

Yes, I should.

Should call it
Four Days In Marrakech.

Maybe A Month in Marrakesh.
Would have to be a long one, though.

Ha-ha. Always most amusing.

Look, I'm laughing.

Sorry.

What should I tell Tess?

It's very simple.
Tell her it's over.

Thank you.

Thank you.

BABY CRIES

(TAPS ON TYPEWRITER)

Impossible.

No.

There will be war with Germany.

It is inevitable.

So you say.

What does it have to do with me?

A lot of people, influential people,

were very impressed
with your Spanish Civil War pieces.

So you want me to write journalism?

I want you to hold yourself
in readiness.

We have a post for you
in Naval Intelligence.

You know, Ian, I don't really think
I'm cut out for that kind of work.

Beg your pardon Mr Fleming.
Telegram for you, sir.

I can't do it, Logan.

I can't.

Can't you at least do this for her?

This is Tess Scabius.

Can a bomb kill a tiger, Daddy? >

Yes.

Can a bomb kill a elephant?

Yes.

Can a bomb kill a whale?

'What can I do about Lionel?

'I hardly know him,

'yet he's my son.
Therefore I must love him.'

What's the biggest bomb
you've ever seen, Daddy?

'Be honest, Logan.
Is flesh and blood enough?

'Will he always be a stranger to me?'

(RADIO) 'The distribution of gas
masks began tonight in all areas.

'The Home Office,
in announcing this,'

'urge everyone
to take great care of the masks,

'as their efficiency depends on the
condition inwhich they are kept.

'When not in use,
they should be carried in boxes,

'and care should be taken
not to crumple the eyepieces.

'There is a further warning
against allowing children

'to play with the masks,
as damaged masks become leaky,

'and therefore dangerous.

'The Home Office adds
that the gas masks

'will be distributed
by local authorities...'

BIRDSONG

CHURCH BELLS

'The world is at war.
Nothing's happened.

'Nothing bad, anyway.

'I have a secure nine to five job
for the first time in my life.

'As he promised, Fleming got me a job
in Naval Intelligence,

'writing propaganda.

'I go to work on the Tube, I've an
office, secretary, a decent salary,

'though it seems very strange
to be wearing a uniform.

'I'm meant to be writing a novel.

'Lieutenant Mountstuart
sounds all wrong somehow.

'I feel I'm betraying my vocation
as a writer.'

Ah-ha! Muy bien, excelente.

Yes. They picked up on it quickly.

Very gratifying
when it works so well.

Don't forget the 11.30
meeting, sir.

He's always happier when
lunch is on the horizon.

Oh, God, yes. Quite right.

The Duke of Windsor is in Portugal.

Near Lisbon.

Fled his house in the south of
France when the Italians invaded.

They nearly got him.

Thank god the silly arse didn't stay
in Spain for any length of time.

Trouble is, he won't come home.

He's refusing to budge.

Can't Winston persuade him?

I'm afraid relations between the
Prime Minister and the Duke are...

let's say, frosty,
since the abdication.

Actually let's say,
bloody freezing cold.

I met the Duke once when he was
Prince of Wales. Seemed charming.

I told you Logan was our man.

"Our man?" For what?

We're incredibly busy.

The Duke is a very difficult man.

Why?

Well, he's a royal,
so he's spoilt by nature.

He used to be the king of England,

in Estoril.

The longer he stays there
the more attention he attracts,

and, well, we're beginning to worry
the Germans may try and kidnap him.

He would be quite a catch.

That's where you come in, Logan.

These are...astonishing.

Do you know how rare
it is to have five?

Five paintings by Joan
Miro from the 1920s.

Incredible.

You got nothing out of Paris?

No, just me and Sandrine.

When our synagogue had
swastikas painted on it

we felt we didn't want
to hang around.

Of course.

Well, I'd love you to sell them.
If you want to.

Logan, these paintings,

they're going to put me in a
position I never thought I'd reach,

in my wildest dreams.

Then I couldn't be happier.

And I'll be in your debt
for the rest of my life.

Even better.

But I'll take my time. I'll...

Yes. I'll... I'll go
to America with them.

Whatever you think.
I've have no idea.

Steady on!

Have you gone and robbed a bank?

No. I sold the paintings to Ben.

It's in case anything happens to me.

Oh, hang on. You're going on
a flying boat to Portugal

to see the Duke and Duchess
of Windsor, for heaven's sake.

It's hardly the front line.

I know, I know.

But it is a mission of sorts.

Dark and dirty work but
somebody's got to do it.

Give me that!

(GIGGLES)

I do.

I do remember you,

Mr Mountstuart. Of course!
Biarritz, you let David play through.

Come along. David!

Hello. >

Who's this?

Mr Mountstuart.

We met him in Biarritz
at the golf course. Remember?

Are you a golfer?

Yes, I am actually.

Thank god. At last, a golfer!

Well, we must play a round.

Well, I'd love to...

Tomorrow.

Have you met
Ricardo's cousin?

No. >

Damned humid.

Have you a cigarette, Mountstuart?

Yes, of course.

Get back! Stay there!

Always stand too bloody close.

Yes, it is very humid, isn't it, sir?

Well, I'll have to get used to it.

I don't follow.

They've offered me a new
job for the duration.

I'm to be Governor of the Bahamas.

Well, it's certainly very tropical.

And one of our smallest
colonies, Mountstuart.

The king and his interfering wife
want me completely out of the way.

My brother is...an affable fool,

but his wife's a nasty schemer.
She can't stand Wallis.

Very jealous.

What they don't realise is,
I'm not moving one bloody inch

until I get what I want.

I'll let you have that, sir.

I'm not moving unless I have
my valet, Piper Fletcher.

Churchill says
he's a serving soldier,

can't be released for this kind
of duty. Fucking nonsense.

Bad luck, Mountstuart.

That's 6 you owe me.

Do you have a valet, Mountstuart?

No. No, I don't.

You should get one.
People don't understand

that someone in my position simply
cannot function without a valet.

So if you had Fletcher, sir,
that would change the situation?

When a man has a valet,
Mountstuart,

everything is suddenly possible.

'I telegraphed London,
said it was very simple,

'the Duke had to have his valet.
Problem over.

'Everything in the garden rosy again.

'He has to get what he wants.
It's that easy. That's the key.

'Basically all one has
to say to him is, yes.

'Any variation of yes
is all that's required.
You can chat away for hours.'

'London got the message and the Duke
got his valet. Mission accomplished.'

These tables are amazing, you know.

High explosive has
absolutely no effect.

These tables will win us the war.

What about the shelter?

I prefer to be under a table.

If a bomb's going to drop on you,
a bomb's going to drop on you,

a bit of oak or or corrugated
iron won't make much difference.

Yes.

It's all luck, isn't it,
in the end?

At least we're all here.

Where are the sandwiches?

Oh! Ah no!

Oh, Daddy!

Daddy, they're squashed! >

'The war, the war, the war.

'I'm elated by Pearl Harbour.

'Exhilarated.

'The Americans are coming
and now we'll win.

'I haven't written a word
of my novel for two years.

'Favourite place -
Melville Road, Battersea.

'Vice - procrastination.

'Faith - love for Freya and
Stella and Lionel, of course.

'New Year's resolution -
to come through this war

'and write something of value.
I must.'

Another "teccie"?

No. It's all about Tess.

About our life.

And her death and my
responsibility, my betrayal.

Oh, please tell me you're joking.

It couldn't be further from a joke.

It's part of my penance.
The penance I owe to Tess.

Penance? Guilt?
Anyone would think you were...

I'm converting.
I'm becoming a Roman Catholic.

Oh, no. What like Graham Greene
and Evelyn Waugh?

No. Like Peter Scabius.

Why are all English writers
converting to bloody Catholicism?

Why not just be
a very devout Anglican?

Because I need a savage,
unforgiving, brutal God.

Since Tess's death...
Don't you see?

I don't want some bourgeois
Anglican God I can have
a nice cup of tea with.

I want to be frightened
of my deity. In awe.

I want to be frightened
of my deity. In awe.
You do know it's all complete
mumbo-jumbo, don't you?

Life's about luck.
Good luck and bad luck.

The good luck you have and the
bad luck you have. That's all.

What utter nonsense! You can't live
with a philosophy like that.

Forget it.

Anyway, I want you to read it.

Tell me what you think of it -
honestly.

I've not spared myself.

Currency speculation is high
treason. No doubt at all.

Really?

Well, it is when
you're the ex-King of England

and your country's been
at war for four years.

We have reason to believe
that the Duke has borrowed

$2 million from some plutocrat

and is speculating on the currency
markets through a bank in Mexico.

Why would he do it?

He keeps moaning
about how poor he is.

Among his other plethora
of endless moans.

What's this got to do with my
division? I'm Spain and Portugal.

You're a serving officer,
Logan. Like me.

We have no choice once
we've been given an order.

This is highly secret, OK?
Not a word.

Right, I understand.

How do you do this trick, Logan?
You're only nine-years-old.

The red's represent a decade,
more kind for the old chap.

I've got a birthday
present for you, Logan.

I sold the last Miro.

Really, that's wonderful.

A museum in Boston bought it.
Could have sold a dozen more.

I'll bring the money over,
discreetly.

Discreetly?

Ship ahoy! Splice the mainbrace!

The Lord High Admiral Mountstuart
is about to take to the ocean wave.

Really?

Mustn't breath a word. But they're
going to give me command of a ship.

A ship!

We should be in sight of...
the Bahamas in an hour, sir.

We're making for Nassau?

Yes, it's correct.
It's good, good.

And from there we'll be
hunting enemy submarines.

And from there we'll be
hunting enemy submarines.
Yes, in theory.

I'm not stupid, sir.

I did notice the golf clubs.

I'll be staying in a hotel room.

You'll have your cabin back.

No doubt you'll be able to spot the
Nazi submarines from the lounge bar.

Who is the most important Englishman
this side of the Atlantic, McStay?

The Duke of Windsor?

That's it. And he is?

The Governor of the Bahamas.

Let's just say I'm here
to keep an eye on him.

I'll let you know when we
sight Nassau harbour, sir.

Thank you.

You're new.

A new face, thank God!
I'm Harry Oakes.

Lieutenant Logan Mountstuart.

Of course!
You're the intrepid sub-hunter.

Good luck to you, son. (LAUGHS)

He believes in plain-speaking.
It's my father-in-law.

He likes to call
a spade a bloody spade.

Alfred de Marigny.

Alfred de Marigny.
Logan Mountstuart.

This is not a bad place
to spend the war.

There is some fun to be had.
Do you know anyone here?

No, not a soul.

No, not a soul.
Mr Logan Mountstuart.

As I live and breathe.

They said there was
a Navy ship being stationed here.

Amazing you should be its captain.

Extraordinary coincidence, ma'am.

We have to tell David now.
He'll be thrilled, thrilled.

I can't tell you how pleased I am.

My happiest moment since they stuck
us in this ghastly moron paradise.

Ah, my favourite people, morons.

Spoilt for choice, here.

Lovely to see you! How are you?

Queen of the morons.

Why am I so glad to see you,
Mr Mountstuart?

What can it mean?

Well, I'm not really sure.

David, look who it is!

It's Mr Mountstuart, darling.

He managed to get you
Piper Fletcher.

Ah, yes.

Lot of damn fuss about nothing.

You're the golfing chappie,
aren't you?

That's me, sir.

You're tense.

Do you feel tense?

No, I feel all right, sir,
I think it's just, um...

Just relax, don't look up.

Yup. No, it's not...
Yeah, it's interesting.

'Funny to think
I used to enjoy golf.

'I'm beginning to see it as
a torment from Dante's Inferno.

'When I'm not stuck
in my stifling room writing
coded nonsense for the NID,

'I am condemned to spend an afternoon
hitting a small white ball

'with a wooden stick
with a vain little man
who cheats and never says thank you.

'And all I can do is smile

'and smile...

'and smile.'

Freya, Freya, are you still there?

Have you heard the news recently?

Yes... What news?

We've beaten the Germans
at El Alamein.

We're advancing against
the Japs in Burma.

Yes. Your point is?

There's a war on, sir.

And you play golf with the
Duke of Windsor three times a week.

The Duke, between ourselves,
is a bit of a CAUC.

A what?

Complete And Utter Cunt.

Don't snatch at it.

No.

Bad luck, Mountstuart.

Hello?

Hello, darling?
This line's appalling.

'What am I doing here?

'I feel as if I'm a character in
a chapter of Alice In Wonderland.

'I've fallen down a rabbit hole
and I live in a curious, unreal world

'of the Duke and the Duchess.'

No, no, I've no news,
I just wanted to hear your voice.

And yet...
You're inclined to look up.

Which you, you shouldn't do.

'But here I am, trapped.
I can find nothing against the Duke.

'No currency fraud,
no evidence at all.

'I cabled NID.

'Get me out of here!
I'll do anything!

'"Continue with mission."'

Give my love to...

Hello? Hello?

'December 31st, 1942.

'Mood - low.

'Libido - non existent.

'Work - nil.

'Ambition -

'to get out of this place.'

(MAN LAUGHS)

'I miss Freya and Stella so much
it is like a pain in the gut.

'Freya. Freya.

'When will I see Freya again? Freya.'

This for all square, yes?

That's right, sir.

You've had a lot
of bad luck on this round.

(LAUGHS)

Even if want to go to Miami,
I have to ask permission.

"Please, Mr Churchill, may I see
my dentist?" It's humiliating.

That damn woman whispering in
Churchill's ear, day and night.

Yes. You said she was
very petty and vindictive.

They can't stand me,
but I don't care.

They want to keep David as far
away as possible from Bertie.

I'm not sure that's true.

They can't have you in England.

The King would be seen for
the simple fool that he is.

And as for that horrible,
dumpy, Scottish woman.

If you were there, David,
all eyes would be on you.

Isn't that so, Logan?

Well, as you always say,
when a minor provincial aristocrat

suddenly finds
she's Queen of England...

suddenly finds
she's Queen of England...
Exactly.

Some people have greatness
thrust upon them

and they simply can't handle it.

At least we still have friends,

powerful friends.

We know who we can call on
in an emergency.

We are not without influence.

We can still get what we want,

even if it takes
a little longer these days.

Your short putting game
is deplorable, Logan.

You've got to keep your head
absolutely still. Like this.

You keep looking up.
Looking around. Smiling.

Pop, in she goes.

See? Easy.

Logan...

We want you to think of
yourself as an ami de la maison.

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.
I'm very honoured.

PHONE RINGS

Who the hell's that now?

Yup?

What is it, darling?

Harry Oakes. My God. He's...

been murdered.

Logan. I might need your help here.
Um, where, where, where is he?

Well, if the Duke says you
must be given unimpeded access,

I can hardly deny you, can I?

I think he just wants someone
familiar to give him the facts.

Know anything of Sir Harry?

Nothing much. Just the usual gossip.

I shook his hand once.
Richest millionaire in the Bahamas.

Owns dozens of gold mines in Canada.
Great benefactor...

Owns dozens of gold mines in Canada.
Great benefactor...
And a singularly unpleasant man.

Lucky you came now.
We're just about to remove the body.

They tried to set the bed on fire.

I suppose the house was meant
to burn down. Cover everything up.

Anybody else in the house? Servants?

Just one house guest.

A Mr Harold Christie,
business partner of Oakes.

He was sleeping next door.

Sleeping?!

You're joking?

Slept through
the whole thing, apparently.

They're interviewing
de Marigny, the son-in-law.

Him. Yes, of course.
Loathsome gigolo, lounge-lizard.

He would have done it for the money.

For Oakes' will. Yes, him.
Must be him.

Well, there's this other man,
Christie,

who was in the house
at the same time.

He slept through it all, he says.
The whole thing stinks, sir.

He slept through it all, he says.
The whole thing stinks, sir.
Just my filthy luck!

I don't follow, sir.

If they hadn't bungled the job,

there wouldn't be a murder inquiry.
Typical.

It looks very, very bad, Logan.

That this should happen on my
watch - rotten, filthy bad luck.

I can't be associated with
this sort of ghastly thing.

We've got to sort this out fast,
we need real professionals.

I'm going to call a couple
of detectives I know in Miami,

real experts. They will wrap
this thing up in a day or so.

I'd like you to meet them.

Whatever I can do to help, sir.

'I'm Alfred de Marigny.

'This is not a bad place to spend
a war. There is some fun to be had.'

'Know anything of Sir Harry?'

'He will have done it for the money.
It must be him.'

Mountstuart?
I'm Barker, this is Melchen.

The Duke said you were coming. The
uh, de Marigny guy, you know him?

Yes, I've met him once before.
Briefly.

So you could offer him a cigarette,

glass of water,
he wouldn't be suspicious?

No, I don't, I don't think so.

Good. I want you give
de Marigny these cigarettes.

And make sure
you hold them like that.

Let him open the pack.

Then we'll come along.
You leave the rest to us.

Why?

We need to get de Marigny's prints.

The cellophane on a pack
of smokes does a great job.

We'll be right behind you.

We'll be right behind you.
Forget it. Forget it. I'm going.

Hey. Hey, buddy.

Do your own dirty work!

I'll talk to the Duke.

I simply don't believe it.

It's outrageous.

You did nothing?

Not a thing? You didn't help them?

It's already all over
the American newspapers.

What do you think
the gutter press in England
will make of it? It's a disaster.

What do you think
the gutter press in England
will make of it? It's a disaster.
Sir, they're completely corrupt.

I don't know whether you've heard.
De Marigny's been charged.

Amazingly, a fingerprint was "found"
on the Chinese screen
in the murder room.

One perfect print from
de Marigny's thumb. It's a...

Well, the murder is solved!

The guilty man is in jail.
It's perfect!

Sir, it's a total frame-up.
They are framing de Marigny

for Sir Harry Oakes' murder.

How dare you suggest
I would call in corrupt detectives!

Get out of here!

Sir, I wasn't suggesting...

Sir, I wasn't suggesting...
Yes, you are!

Your implication is clear.

We have solved this horrible,
horrible murder in under 48 hours

and I will not have some junior
officer like you stand in my way.

Get out! Get out of here, now!

Ma'am, thank God you're here.
You have to tell the Duke

that these detectives are corrupt.
He's being betrayed by them.

that these detectives are corrupt.
He's being betrayed by them.
Judas! You're the betrayer.

After everything we've done for you.

After everything we've done for you.
No please, ma'am. I beg you.

I'm only thinking of the Duke's
good name, his reputation.

I'm only thinking of the Duke's
good name, his reputation.
Judas.

Don't worry, we'll get you, Judas.

RINGS DOORBELL

Oh, hello, sailor.

Hello.

Stella!
There's a nice man at the door.

Daddy!Daddy!

Don't cry, silly Daddy. Guess what?

What?

We've got a dog!

A dog?!

BARKING

(PANTING)

Here's to Guilt.

To Guilt.How many copies now?

100,000.Hence the champers.

Well, I'm insanely jealous.
I haven't written a word all war.

My God. It says here Peter
Scabius is a "towering genius".

I know.

But I think Tess would be
pleased, don't you?

I think she'd be happy for me.

I have an image of her
smiling at me, saying,

"Well, done, Peter."

Back in a second.

I'm beginning to worry that
Peter is turning into a C-A-U-C.

I know exactly what you mean.

Well, I'm very impressed, Logan.

Bang in the middle.

Quite terrifying, actually.

Nonsense.

Well, three more jumps to go.

The question is, Ian...

why am I learning to parachute?

Well, we want you to jump
out of a plane, of course.

(Tomorrow...)

'What are you going to do
in Switzerland?'

They're losing the war, darling -
so the Nazis are running,

looking for somewhere to hide.
I'm going to set a trap for them.

'I'm supposed to pose as
a Uruguayan shipbroker

'and offer them safe passage
to Uruguay.'

I shouldn't even be telling you,
it's a deadly secret.

I could be sent to prison.

I'd rather you were
rotting in prison

than beguiling Nazis in Switzerland.

'It's a neutral country, I'll be
perfectly safe. Perfectly safe.'

'What if you meet this beautiful...

'cuckoo clock-manufacturing,
buxom Swiss milkmaid?'

You'll never come back.

Try and stop me.

She'll make you live in a chalet

in the mountains
and make youchocolate every day.

Ah, but I don't like chocolate.

Nice night for it, sir.

Can you take your position?

This is my last flight.

I'm on leave tomorrow.

Lucky you.

Could I ask you, sir...

Brighton, or Margate?

Sorry?

For a week's holiday.

I'm taking the wife.
Which one would you choose?

Guess we'llnever know,
will we, sir?

Happy landings!

(FATHER) 'Remember this, son.

'It's just luck in the end.
That's all life is.'

BELLS PEAL

Que pasa?

Bienvenue dans notre tres beau pays,
Senor Gonzago Peredes.

C'est a vous, ce parachute?

I'd like to see the
British consul, please.

Why the British consul?

You're a citizen of Uruguay.

A shipbroker from Montevideo.

But there is no Uruguayan
consulate here in Geneva.

I'm not Gonzago Peredes,
I work for British Intelligence...!

(HE PANTS)

'Day 47. I'm almost certainly sure.

'We must be some time in
the middle of 1944 by now.

'I ask to see the British consul
three times a week.

'Nothing. Silence.

'I eat two reasonable meals a day.

'I can empty my chamber pot in
the evening, I have a shower

'once a week.

'I have no watch.

'Day 73.

'The guards still only
speak to me in Spanish.

'I think of Freya every day.
Every hour, every minute.

'Fleming must have told her
I've been captured. He must have.

'She has to know that I'm alive.
She must know.

'Day 106.

'All I think about is Freya.

'Freya and Stella.

'Stella and Freya.

'I don't think I'm alone
in this place,

'because I hear doors slam
and other voices.'

We want to think of you
as an ami de la maison...

Your short putting is deplorable...
Get out!

'But who betrayed me?'

You... Judas.
'Who?'

'Those police came straight for me.

'No hesitation.'

..on ne parle pas francais, OK?

CELL DOOR IS UNLOCKED

Bonjour.

Comment on va a la gare, monsieur?

Dites-moi...

je vous en prie.

(Yes...)

(Good day to you too.)

Good day to you too!

Come on Albert...

say hello to Albertine.

Don't be shy, Albertine...
he's a very, very handsome woodlouse.

We are not without influence.

We can still get what we want...

I demand to see the governor!
I have my rights!

I am not Gonzago Peredes,
I am Logan Mountstuart -

I am an English spy.

I demand to see the British consul!

Vamos!

Hablo ingles,

you don't need to speak
Spanish to me. Parlez francais.

Je suis pas Espagnol.

Vamos, senor, ahora mismo!

I am explaining to you,

I am Senor Fernandez from the
Spanish consulate in Lausanne.

We are responsible for Uruguayan
affairs here in Switzerland.

But I am not Uruguayan.

My name is Logan Mountstuart,
I am British.

I am very sorry. There is a mistake.

I am not responsible.
You must see British consulate.

What is the date?
October 22...

1944.

And what is this place?

It is a prison for the
Swiss Intelligence Agency.

Can you get a message
to someone in London for me?

I can try.

I beg you,
from the depths of my soul -

get this to London
and to that person.

Please. It's all I ask.

I will do my best, Senor Peredes.

So you're not Gonzago Peredes?

No...

My name is Logan Mountstuart,

I am a British agent working for
the Naval Intelligence Division.

I was arrested by the Swiss
near Geneva in April 1944.

I've been in prison for over a year.

Please, contact London. Look, they
will verify everything. Everything.

What's happening with the war?

The war's over.
Germany surrendered a month ago.

Ah...

Well, that's...that's good.

That's very good.

Hello, dear. Can I help?

Is that the postman, love? >

Er...I'm terribly sorry,
I'm looking for

Mrs Freya Mountstuart
and her daughter.

Oh, yes,
they...they used to live here.

Do you know where they live now?

I'm Logan Mountstuart...

Her husband.
I was a prisoner in the war...

Did no-one tell you?

Somebody should've told you, love...

Told me what?

About the rocket,
the V2, at the end of last year.

She just went up to the school
at the top of the road

to pick up the little girl, then
the rocket fell... (VOICE FADES)

Oh, Freya...

Oh, Stella...

(YELLS IN ANGUISH)

Tell me about your suicide attempt.

Excuse me.
Are you Logan Mountstuart?

I'm Gloria Scabius. Peter's wife.

I've seen a hundred photographs...

Amazing woman, Logan.

Fucks like a stoat,
but bloody dangerous.

Who killed Sir Harry Oakes?
Who's the murderer?

Go now - straight to the airport.
Get your passport and go.

Funny, I always thought
I'd be trailing in your wake, Logan.

We haven't finished yet.