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Mr. Speaker, will the 30s
go down as the decade,

which witnessed the destruction

and downfall of
the British empire?

That witnessed
the wanton self-destruction

of the British empire.

If India were
granted self-government,

it would mark the downfall
of the British empire.

It would mark and consummate

the downfall of
the British empire.

Mr. Inches,
you're wanted!

On my way.

♪ happy days are here again ♪

♪ all together, ♪
♪ shout it now then ♪

good morning, Inches.

Good morning, madam.

You'd better do something
about miss Sarah's gramophone.

I don't want to start the day

with another family altercation.

No, madam.

Hello, mummy.

Good morning, darling.

Inches, kindly tell my daughter

to turn off that
bloody gramophone.

Trashy music all over the house.

There you go, sir.

She knows I can't stand it,
why does she do it?

Leave it to me, sir, will you?

Have you been drinking?

This time of the morning?
Certainly not.

If you have, I hope it's
your damn whiskey and not mine.

What time is
Mrs. P coming?

Early afternoon, sir.

Early afternoon,
why not this morning?

Because you told her not to come
till after lunch, sir.

Pure invention,
I did nothing of the sort.

You said you were
going to town this morning, sir,

so, she would not be required
until after lunch.

Well, I've changed my mind,
I need to redraft this speech.

Yes, sir.
Get her here now!

Thank you.

Mrs. Churchill?

Mrs. landing.

Good morning, madam.

Is something the matter?
What's wrong?

It's Mr. monks,
madam.

Butcher?

Yes, madam.

It seems we haven't paid
his bill for several weeks.

And it says he'd rather not
provide us with anymore meat

until the account's settled.

Inches!

I'll write a check

and you can send one of
the girls to deliver it.

Inches, liver salts.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Morning.

Randolph, you look dreadful.

Thank you, mama.

All those double brandies
late last night.

I'm not in the same league
as my beloved papa.

It's very bad of a young man
of your age to drink so much.

Don't start nagging at this time
of the morning, please?

Let me wake up first.

Who is it?

Winston, have you
paid Mr. monks?

Have what?

The butcher from Westerham,
have you paid his bills?

My dear Clemmie, I'm trying
to save India from Mr. Gandhi

and his gang of
subversive Hindus

to save British imperial power

from a disastrous eclipse,
and save the Tory party

from an act of
shame and dishonour.

In other words,
you haven't paid the bill.

For God-sake, woman,
I can't do everything!

Good morning,
Mrs. P!

Good morning, Mary!

How she doing?

Fine, thank you.

You look lovely!

I thought he said after lunch.

He did, he's changed his mind.

I do wish he wouldn't do that.

I'd arranged to take the girls
into Westerham to buy some shoes.

Heaven knows when I'll get
another opportunity.

Mr. Churchill?

Ah, Mrs. P,
at last!

Good morning.

We have much to do and very
little time in which to do it.

Inches, please
tell Mr. Churchill

I've decided to go
to town with him.

What time will he be leaving?

11:30, madam.

On the dot.

We'll revise this speech

and go on to the second chapter

on the way up to London.

Today?

Anything wrong with that?

No, no, of course not,
Mr. Churchill.

And bring my notes
for the battle of Blenheim.

There you are, Clemmie,
did I keep you waiting?

Not more than usual.

Good morning,
Mrs. Churchill.

How are you,
Mrs. P?

Well, I think I'm fine...

She's as happy as a clam,
aren't you, Mrs. P?

Don't let him boss you about,
he's a dreadful bully.

Nonsense,
Mrs. P adores me.

How are you getting on with
"the Duke of Marlborough"?

Very well.

Volume two, chapter 20,
the battle of Blenheim.

We're already
on page 800-something.

I think the publishers hoped
for something a little shorter.

Bugger the publishers,
this is more than a biography.

It's a panegyric.

A tribute to my great
and illustrious ancestor.

Get a move on, Jenner,
overtake, overtake!

Remember when
Randolph and I went off

to see the battlefield?

Of course.

Well, I dreamt
about it last night.

I could see everything.

The enemy being routed,

Europe saved
from those ravaging hordes,

and there was Marlborough,

riding into history.

Our eyes met.

I think he smiled at me.

You shouldn't have had
so much cheese.

Stilton always
gives you nightmares.

Mr. Speaker,

the loss of India

would mark and consummate
the downfall

of the British empire.

If we cannot
do our duty in India,

we shall have shown
ourselves unworthy

to preserve the vast empire

which still centres
upon this small island.

It is alarming

and also nauseating
to see Mr. Gandhi,

a seditious
middle temple lawyer,

now posing as a fakir of a type
well known in the east,

striding half naked up the steps
of the viceregal palace

to parley on equal terms

with the representative
of the king emperor.

Councils, private
members, bills, second reading.

What a monstrous speech.

You're his friend, bracken.

You should tell Winston
to stop making

it's pathetic.

Britain is losing her grip
on its imperial affairs.

He's trying to stop the rot.

Rubbish.

Winston's a self-serving
opportunist.

That's why nobody trusts him,
no sense of loyalty.

Thanks, tom.

Does this party
count for nothing?

Is it disloyal
to defend something

one believes in passionately?

He's attacking
government policy,

which means he's attacking
his own damn party.

It's about time he toed the line

and stopped being
such a bloody nuisance.

It's the wrong hat, tom.

Mr. woods,
this is appalling.

You must remember

that your husband
lost a very substantial sum

as a result
of the wall street crash.

We're bankrupt.

Not exactly.

But I have made it clear
to your husband

that economies are necessary.

What did he say?

He promised to cut down

to three bottles of champagne
in the evening.

There was a time

when people used to
rush into the chamber

to hear me speak.

"It's Winston," they'd cry.

"Winston's
on his feet."

Now they hurry away,

as if to avoid
an embarrassing accident.

I'm finished, Brendan.

Nonsense.

A ghost...

Witnessing my own demise.

Diana.

Desmond.

Have you met my husband?

Briefly at the wedding,
good to see you again.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Hello, Morton,
how's the spying game?

I'm not a spy, Randolph,
I'm a civil servant.

Yes, yes. Where's your father?

I'm afraid he's having
a black dog day.

We're relying on you
to shake him out of it.

He came back from London
in a terrible mood

and he's been like that
ever since.

Winston!

C'mon, Winston,
lunch in five minutes.

Dogs look up to you,
cats look down on you.

Pigs treat you as equals.

What is it?
India?

Partly.

Partly these.

What about them?

Full of Herr Hitler.

Made me think.

When I was 35,
I was home secretary,

37, first lord of the admiralty,

at 50, chancellor of the
exchequer, doing pretty well.

Not bad.

Now look at me.

No power, no prospect of power.

Look at Hitler.

From bugger all
to head of state in 10 years.

Come and have some lunch.

Not hungry.

Everyone's waiting.

Let them wait.

Come and have a drink at least.

What have you got there?

I'll show you indoors.

Will it cheer me up?

Not exactly.

You may be right about Germany.

What do you mean?

What is all this?

It's a report from
our air attaché in Berlin.

He says the Nazis have in
training over 8,000 pilots.

Sounds as if Hitler

is creating an air force.

I would say so.

Yes, but the prime minister
would not.

God help us, Desmond.

England is lost
in a pacifist dream.

People prefer that
to the nightmare of war.

Passchendaele and the Somme

are all too close for comfort.

If people are dreaming,
it means they're asleep.

It's time they bloody woke up.

Mr. Baldwin?

Prime minister.

My government is very displeased

by a number of scurrilous

and totally unfounded attacks
on the third Reich

that seem to emanate
from the office of

sir Robert?

Yes, I'll make
the appropriate inquiries.

If it's true, we shall take
immediate action.

I deplore any attempt

to create feelings
of doubt and suspicion.

I am anxious to
work closely with Germany

under the new order.

Thank you,
Mr. Baldwin.

Mr. Wigram,

perhaps you will let me know
the results of these inquiries.

The most recent dispatch
from our ambassador

reported that Nazi policy
is intensely anti-Jewish.

Is that "scurrilous
and totally unfounded"?

The Jews have become
far too prominent

in many aspects of German life.

Their influence
is disproportionate.

Our policies are merely
adjusting the balance.

Is that why you built a
concentration camp outside Munich?

It is a place of protective
custody, Mr. Wigram.

And remember, please,
it was the British

who invented
the concentration camp,

during the Boer war, I believe.

We are merely following
your good example.

Jolly good
what you said in there.

Nothing but bully boys,
these damn Nazis.

Well, they get away with it,
that's the trouble.

And nobody does
anything about it.

That's right, they don't.

Very alarming.

It is.

Desmond Morton.

Ralph Wigram.

Foreign office,
central department.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry,
have we met before?

I'm terrible at faces.

I'm afraid it's my training,
military intelligence.

I have a filing cabinet
instead of a mind.

I'm going to Charring Cross,
can I drop you somewhere?

Yes, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Deuce.

I think she wants to
do it professionally.

Annoying people?

No, the stage.

Nonsense.

Girls go on the stage
to marry into a good family.

Sarah already belongs
to a good family.

Ladies do not
become chorus girls.

There's no cake.

Pardon, sir?

You've forgotten the cake.

There isn't any, sir.

That's what I'm telling you,

we don't have any cake, Winston.

That's what she means.

We don't have any cake,
of course we have cake.

Dundee cake from Fortnum's.

Thank you, Peggy.

Yes, ma'am.

What on earth's going on?

We have to make
economies, Winston.

What are you talking about?

I'm worried about money,
I went to see Mr. woods.

Four queens, why?

He's my accountant
as well as yours, Winston.

You could've told me,
we could've gone together.

I wanted to see exactly
how bad things are.

Could be worse,
that's the answer.

We've got the most
enormous overdraft.

We're paying it off.

No, we're not.

For God-sake, Clemmie,
I'm working day and night.

All these articles
for the evening standard,

not to mention
the constituency work.

I know, that's why
we have to economize.

Like depriving me
of my Dundee cake.

You're paying
all of Randolph's debts.

Randolph is hopeless with money,
we all know that.

He's irresponsible.

I'll talk to him.

It's your turn.

What?
Oh, it's not...

It is, come along.

You just won the last trick.

Bezique, double bezique.

Well, score it.

Double bezique, 500 points.

Winston, I know how to score.

Well, do it.

It's not just Randolph, it's
this house, it's Chartwell.

That's where all the money goes.

All-right, all-right.

We employ 18 people here.

Surely not.

It's ruinously expensive,

we should never have bought it.

Don't start that again, please.

You went behind my back.

I did not.

You knew I didn't like it and
you deliberately deceived me.

That's not true.

I've never saw
such an ugly house.

You may find the house ugly,
I do not.

Anyway that's beside the point.

Come with me.

What for?

I want to show you something.

Don't change the subject.

I'm not.

Come with me, please.

That's why I bought it.

Not because the house
is beautiful,

but because of that.

What you can see from the house.

England.

Look at it, Clemmie.

Nowhere in the world

could you find a landscape
more ravishing than that.

And it's ours

to look at and to cherish
for the rest of our lives.

I would die for it Clemmie.

Oh, Winston.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ralph!

Some rather unwelcome news,
I'm afraid.

The cabinet has decided
to sell aircraft engines

to the Germans.

I don't believe it.

To be precise,
118 rolls Royce PV-12 Merlins.

God almighty.

Designed for civilian use,
I am told,

but we both know they can
be used for fighter planes.

This is total madness.

Trade should have no boundaries,

says the chancellor
of the exchequer.

If we don't sell
the Germans engines,

well, I suppose there's
some sort of logic in that.

What are we doing here, van?

We make recommendations,
write briefing notes,

nobody listens,

nobody in downing street
gives a damn.

Well, they're not
very interested in

uncomfortable things
like political reality.

Bumpity-bump,
one more Charlie.

Bumpity-bump,
one more, hey.

Well done, Charlie.

Let's go home and warm.

Surely the Germans
aren't allowed to rearm.

Try telling that
to Mr. Hitler.

Why doesn't the government
do something?

They don't want to provoke
another war, who does?

And they feel guilty.

About what?

The treaty of Versailles,
it was far too punitive.

It robbed the Germans
of their self-esteem.

He's tired out, ma'am,

I'm getting him ready for bed.

Thank you, Ethel.

Shall we go up?

Mr. Baldwin believes
a strong Germany

will keep Russia in its place.

The government
regards the communists

as a greater threat
than the Nazis.

And are they?

I think not.

Nazism is more than just
a political movement.

It's a cult,

a religion based on the idea
of racial purity.

Mankind, the Nazis believe,
is divided between

the man-gods and the sub-humans,

aliens who will be used
as beasts of burden

or merely disposed of.

Those with pure Aryan blood
are the man-gods.

The beasts are the Jews.

You ready for bed?

Charlie.

Daddy.

Oh, Charlie, my boy.

Hello, beautiful boy.

You ready for bed?

Yes, you ready for bed?

Sweet dreams, big man.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Goodnight.

What part of Germany
are you from, Herr Barron?

Bavaria, some
10 Miles from Munich.

Do you know it?

I was there last year
with my family.

On holiday?

No, researching for my book
on the Duke of Marlborough.

Having a look
at the battlefields.

How very exciting.

One has to visit
the actual places,

tread the terrain, as it were.

We nearly had tea with Hitler.

In Munich?

At the ambassador's hotel.

The Regina hotel.

The ambassador's in Vienna.

Please don't interrupt me when
I'm trying to interrupt you!

Have you ever seen Herr Hitler?

I've met him.

Really, when was this?

Quite recently, I was
having dinner with friends.

Hitler was the principal guest.

What's he like?

My first impression...

Insignificance.

Utterly insignificant.

A Gray face, slate Gray.

Melancholy jet black eyes,
like raisins.

A figure out of a ghost story.

He talked on and on endlessly.

Out of Parsifal, he said...

"I shall make
a religion."

His oily hair fell into
his face when he ranted.

Then...

Quite suddenly he left.

He bowed to me like a waiter

who has just received
a fair tip.

When he left,

nobody moved,

nobody spoke.

We all sat in silence.

Rather like this.

After the great war
we were told that Germany

would be a democracy with
parliamentary institutions.

All this has been swept away,
what do you have?

Dictatorship,
the most grim dictatorship.

You have the persecution
of the Jews.

You have militarism and appeals

to every form
of fighting spirit.

Baldwin won't like that.

He sincerely believes that
Hitler does not want war.

Baldwin.

Not just Baldwin, many others.

Well, they're wrong.

You think so, I think so.

But don't
underestimate them, Winston.

They admire Hitler.

Genuinely, they won't like it.

Well, they can lump it.

Order! Order!

You have dictatorship,
most grim dictatorship.

Order!

You have the persecution
of the Jews.

You have militarism,

and appeals to every form
of fighting spirit.

Germany wants peace!

We have steadily marched
backward since the great war.

Fears are greater,

rivalries are sharper.

Military plans are
more closely concerted,

and because of our disarmament,
Britain is weaker.

Order!
Order!

The right of the good gentleman
must be heard!

The war mentality...

The war mentality
is springing up again.

Britain's hour of weakness
is Europe's hour of danger.

Mr. Pettifer.

Mr. Speaker,
although one is loathe

to criticize anyone
in the evening of his days,

nothing can excuse
the right honourable member

for Epping for having
permeated his entire speech

with the atmosphere that
Germany is arming for war.

May I remind the right
honourable member,

that a poll conducted
by the league of nations

found that over 90%
of the British people

favour international disarmament.

And let us not forget

that a child born on the day
the great war ended

is now just old enough
to die in the next great war.

It is our duty
Mr. Speaker,

to ensure that there is
no next great war.

This country wants peace!

People say, "oh,
Winston won't mind,

he's used to
being shouted at."

Well, they're wrong,
and it hurts deeply.

Especially from your own party.

The Tory's don't want
to be made to think.

What you're saying is right.

That's what matters.

They don't listen,
that's what matters.

It's like banging your head
against a brick wall.

One can't go on forever.

Most men of my age have retired.

They do a bit of gardening,
enjoy a spot of golf,

enjoy a few years of quietude.

And die.

All those dreams of standing
shoulder to shoulder

with Marlborough
and the other heroes...

Stupid nonsense!

If you give up now,
then you'll never know.

Give up, give up what?

There's nothing to give up.

You're depressed,
black dog's barking.

Perhaps he's barking the truth.

Winston, do you remember last
year when Inches fell ill?

No.

It wasn't the flu,
it was something more serious.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because he told me not to.

The doctor said he should
give up work completely,

but he refused.

"Mr. Churchill
needs me," he said,

and it's not just Inches,
it's Mrs. P, the staff,

your constituency workers,
me, we're all the same.

You have the ability
to make people carry on

no matter what.

You're only trying
to cheer me up, well, don't.

Winston, all these years
I've put up with

the miseries of political life,
because I believe in you

and somehow I survived.

But to have you here
all the time in retirement,

bad tempered,
getting in everybody's way.

That is something
I just could not survive.

You're getting
pretty good at this, Winston.

90 bricks an hour,
isn't that right, Harry?

Nearer to 60, I should say, sir.

Oh, very well, very well.

Between 60 and 90.

I've become a member

of the amalgamated union
of building workers.

Fully paid up.

Very good.

This material you're feeding me
about the German air force.

It's too generalized.

Facts and figures,
that's what I need.

Not easy, that stuff
doesn't come in my direction.

So, how do I get hold of it?

To be honest,
I don't think you can.

It's top secret, eyes only.

Goes straight to
the foreign office.

See what you can do.

I got thrashed again
in the house last week.

I need muscle, Desmond.

I need to fight back.

Come in.

Ah, Ralph, I thought
you left ages ago.

Well, I've been reading this.

Drink?

Yes.

It's a report from Berlin.

Hitler's cabinet
has approved a new law.

It means, in effect,
the compulsory sterilization

of all those suffering
from hereditary illnesses

which are deemed and I quote,

to affect the health
of the nation.

Racial purity, this...

This is just the beginning.

I'll have a word
with the prime minister.

Much good that'll do,
he'll just say

it's German domestic policy
and has nothing to do with us.

Which is true.

In all honesty, Ralph,
there's very little I can do,

if anything.

You, on the other hand,
may think otherwise.

Have you bought any of this

to the attention
of the government?

I've tried.

I've sent briefing notes
to Mr. Baldwin

and all members of the cabinet.

Have you had any reaction?

Nobody pays any attention.

Hitler's war machine's
getting more powerful every day

and the British public's
being deliberately misinformed.

Or at least deliberately
kept in the dark.

I've made a summary of the
figures issued by the government

comparing our military strength
with that of Germany.

On the next page
are my own figures,

which are much nearer the truth.

Germany will soon
be strong enough

to wage an aggressive war.

Which is what I believe
they intend to do.

Your figures are very precise.

Much more so than
the information I have.

Presumably you have access to
other reports, other statistics?

All of it as precise
and detailed as this.

Far more detailed, as I say
this is only a summary.

Then I don't see
how I can help you.

Well, your position...

I may be called director of the
industrial intelligence centre,

but don't be fooled.

I'm no more than a civil servant.

I have no public voice,
which is what you need.

Yes, it is.

In that case, I think
you should talk to Winston.

Winston...
Churchill?

But surely he's...

Past it?

I don't trust him.

First he joins the Tory party,

then he switches
to the liberals,

now he's back
with the Tory's again.

He has no judgement.

Maybe, but he has an
extraordinary instinct.

He knows when something's
important and should be pursued.

He's wrong about India,
of course,

he's been wrong
about a lot of things,

but I believe
he's right about Germany.

I shall be seeing him
at the weekend.

If you'd like me to take
anything down to Chartwell,

I shall be happy to do so.

But that would mean...

You're suggesting that
I remove secret documents

from a government office
and show them to someone

who has no right to see them.

It's a criminal act.

But perhaps a necessary one.

Marjorie?

Yes, Mr. Wigram?

An envelope,
I need a large envelope.

An envelope.

Yes, do we have any
large envelopes?

How large?

Just to take some papers.

Just an ordinary
large size envelope.

If you give the papers to me,
I'll post them for you.

What's the address?

No, no, it's nothing
to do with work.

Where do we keep the envelopes?

Is this big enough for you?

It's fine, perfect.

Thank you.

Wigram!

They must be back in the office
first thing Monday morning.

So, I need them back
by Sunday evening at the latest.

You have my word.

If it says
"don't walk on the grass,"

I never do.

Never used to.

Sunday evening then.

Sunday evening.

Out!

Out, definitely out!

Can we have some more lemonade?

Oh, please. No, let's
finish the set first.

Where did you get this?

A chap in the foreign office,
Ralph Wigram.

Head of the central department.

Risky business pinching this.

Useful.

This'll make the buggers jump.

Half-past 11,
where the hell is he?

Morton promised.

Well, perhaps
you should telephone.

Telephone who?

Don't they know
how important this is?

Hello?

Mr. Wigram?

Yes.

Brendan bracken,
just returning that.

Sorry I'm late.

Car broke down, bloody nuisance.

There's a note
in there from Winston.

He'd love to have you
come down for Sunday lunch.

He'll be in touch.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mr. Churchill?

Mr. Speaker,
before I am derided yet again,

and before any further insults
are hurled at me

in the evening of my days.

It's nearly
midnight, Winston!

Let me give you
some facts and figures,

some food for thought.

Let me describe to you

the method
of aircraft manufacturer

sit down, Winston,
we've heard it all before.

This you will not have heard,
I can assure you of that.

Air-planes destined
for the Luftwaffe

are not manufactured
in one place.

Throughout Germany,
a large number of firms

are making seemingly
innocent component parts,

which are then dispatched
to great central factories

where they're assembled
very rapidly,

into fighter
and bomber aircraft.

Like a Jigsaw puzzle
or Meccano game.

It's very clever,
very effective.

And above all
it conceals the true scale

of German rearmament.

I am reliably informed

that the working
population of Dessau,

a small town near Leipzig,

increased last year
by 13,000 people.

And why was that?

What is manufactured
in Dessau that requires

such an enormous
influx of workers?

Lager beer, hmm?

Lederhosen?

Sausages?

Aircraft.

That is why I say
we must act decisively.

And we must act now,
to put our defences in order.

If we do not,
history will cast its verdict

with those terrible,
chilling words,

too late.

Here, here.

Mr. Ferguson...

Charlie would so love a dog.

Oh, I'm sure
we could find you one.

Off you go.

I'm afraid our garden's
too small.

It's the size
of a postage stamp.

Well, we have an
absolute menagerie, here.

Winston has cats, dogs,
geese, donkeys, wild swans,

pigs, not to mention
the children.

I don't know how you manage.

I've written my own epitaph.

Here lies the woman
who was always tired.

She lived in a world
where too much was required.

Are landscapes your speciality?

On the whole, yes.

Less troublesome
than the portraits.

A tree can't tell me that
I haven't done it justice.

I don't know how you
find time for painting.

I wouldn't do without it,
it keeps me sane.

I mean it.

I couldn't exist without
paints and brushes.

The black dog will get me.

Are you a worrier?

Yes, I'm afraid I am.

Then you should definitely
take up painting.

It's good for the spirit,
calms the nerves.

What do you worry about?

Almost everything, really.

My wife, my son,

are they happy?
Will they be all-right?

The state of my finances,
the state of the world.

The state of my roof.

Your what?
My roof.

We have a leaky roof,
every time it rains,

but most of all...

I'm worried about these papers,

these documents I'm showing you.

If anyone were to find out

I'd be in the most
terrible trouble.

Nobody will find out,
don't worry, Ralph.

It's is all strictly
confidential.

May I call you Ralph,
if it's not too sudden?

Please do.

The recognizing
and acknowledging a fear

is a mark of wisdom.

For example,

I can't stand to near
the edge of a platform

when an express train
is passing through.

Second's action would
end everything for ever.

My doctor says
it's a form of melancholia,

we call it my black dog.

Painting drives it away.

As does brick laying.

I'm building a wall,

it goes well with writing.

2,000 words, 200 bricks a day.

What's the time?
I feel peckish.

It's nearly
4:00.

I knew it, time for tea!

When we have visitors
we have Dundee cake.

It's a great treat these days.

I'm particularly fond
of Dundee cake.

Come along, Ralph!

I'll take these,
you bring the easel.

C'mon, don't try and fold it up.

It's a bloody nightmare.

I hear you went to Chartwell.

Yes.

Did you have fun?

Yes, we did rather.

I didn't know you were
chummy with Winston.

Well, I'm not, not chummy.

I wonder what he wants you for.

What do you mean?

Winston's
so-called friends

are all people
who are useful to him.

The idea of having a friend
simply because you like someone

has no place in Winston's world.

You have to be very careful.

What of?

He demands total loyalty.

Thou shalt have
no other gods before me.

Do you know what
Lloyd George said of him?

He said he would make a drum
of his own mother's skin,

in order to sound
his own praises.

Walk on.

Who's this article for?

"The daily mail".

Damn good, the daily mail.

Big fee, big readership.

What more could a fellow ask?

Walter Guinness
telephoned this morning.

Hmm, how is he?

He's very well.

He's asked me to go on a cruise.

A cruise.

Very nice.

It's more of
an expedition really.

Fine, you'll enjoy
a little rest.

Where's Walter planning to go,

South of France?

Komodo.

Komodo, where the hell is that?

Just below the Philippines,
near Bali.

The Philippines, that's halfway
around the bloody world.

What on earth makes him
want to go there?

Something to do with
catching dragons.

Dragons?

Well, they're more
lizards really,

but they're very big.

They're for the zoo.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Walter Guinness
is seriously suggesting

going halfway around the world
searching for some damn lizard,

is that right?

Well, yes.

He must be mad,
what's the point of it?

It would be a great adventure.

You'd be away weeks, months.

About four months.

Who else is going on this trip?

Evelyn, of course,
two of their cousins,

and a man called
Terrence Phillip.

Who's he?

Art dealer.

We met him at one of
Walter's dinner parties.

Clemmie, you have four children,

who require your
love and support,

not to mention a husband
who has to work 20 hours a day

to keep this household afloat.

And you think it's all-right,
do you, to leave us,

to go off chasing lizards
with Walter Guinness?

What am I supposed
to say to that?

Well, don't you think
it just might be construed

as just a little selfish?

Well, don't you, huh?

Winston, do not accuse me
of being selfish!

Do not dare!

I spent the last 26 years
of my life trying to please you.

And I've done everything,
and I mean everything!

I put your happiness before
the children's happiness!

Before my happiness!

You are the most self-centred
man I have ever met.

So!

Don't accuse me
of being selfish, Winston!

Don't you dare!

Sorry, sir.

I thought somebody...

The sprouts misbehaved.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Pussycat.

Mr. pug
is very sorry.

Pussycat, do let me in.

Mr. pug is very
lonely out here.

Mrs. Pussycat, please.

Woof.

Woof, woof.

Meow.

Mummy, open the window!

What darling?

Open the window!

I can't hear you.

That's why you need
to open the window!

The leather strap, pull up!

It won't budge,
you'll have to shout.

We are shouting!

Bye, mummy, find a dragon!

Pull up on the leather strap!

Goodbye!

Goodbye, Clemmie!

Goodbye!

And how are you
this morning, sir?

All-right, I think,
thank you for asking.

Missing her, of course,
but that's to be expected.

No point in dwelling on
her absence, we must K-B-O.

Yes, sir, keep buggering on

K-B-O, that's
the order of the day.

We are entering
a period of danger

and of anxiety, comma.

Let us stop and see exactly...

No, no, no,
scrub that, scrub that.

Oh, bugger.

Thank you, kindly.

We are entering upon a period
of danger and of anxiety.

You're repeating yourself.

All-right, all-right,
don't break your heart about it.

And how do we stand

in this long period of danger?

Pause for emphasis.

Look of doom and foreboding.

There is no doubt

that the Germans are
superior to us in the air

at the present time.

And it is my belief that
by the end of the year,

they will possibly be three

or even four times our strength.

Where on earth did
he get all that information?

Winston makes it his business
to be well informed.

I don't like it,

it could do immense damage
to our trade with Germany,

not to mention
the cost of re-armour.

Where does he think
the money's coming from?

I want him isolated.

Tell the whips.

Only a short distance away
there dwells a nation

of nearly 70 millions,

who are taught from childhood
to think of war and conquest

as a glorious exercise, comma...

And death in battle
as man's noblest fate, stop.

Mr. Churchill?

I beg your pardon,
Mrs. P.

To urge preparation of defence,

is not to assert
the imminence of war,

on the contrary, if war
with imminent preparations

for defence would be too late,

however calmly surveyed,

the danger of
an air attack on London

must appear most formidable.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Mr. Wigram.

That's all-right.

London is the
greatest target in the world.

The kind of tremendous
fat valuable cow,

tied up to attract
a beast of prey.

We cannot retreat.

We cannot move London.

This is all a bit Agatha
Christie, wouldn't you say?

"Daily express".

"Times".

Get your newspapers.

Dearest Clemmie,
thank you for your letter.

I am delighted you had such
an exciting time in madras.

Stop.

Mr. Philip sounds
a most agreeable

and adventurous companion, stop.

I've decided to make

the peninsula on the bottom lake
into an island,

thus providing
a safe haven for the geese.

The heavy work will be done
by a great mechanical digger.

Which does the work of 10 men,

I will therefore
please the accountant.

As you will have heard,

Randolph was heavily defeated,
in the by-election,

and lost his deposit.

This resulted, of course,
a setback for him.

And should teach him prudence.

To the Indian people.

The choice is in your hands.

If I achieve anything they all
say it's because of you.

Rubbish!

And when I fail they say,
what a tragedy for the old man.

For God-sake, Randolph!

I'm not a child, I'm 23,
I want to make a life of my own.

All-right, do what you like,
make a fool of yourself.

I don't give a damn!

Go to hell, papa.

I'm not staying in this
bloody house a moment longer!

Bugger!

Sprouts again, sir.

Cauliflower.

♪ keep young and beautiful ♪

♪ it's your duty ♪
♪ to be beautiful ♪

Mary and I
went to see the show

that Sarah has got
herself involved in.

Didn't care for it at all.

Found a patch
on Gilbert and Sullivan.

♪ keep young and beautiful ♪

♪ it's your duty ♪
♪ to be beautiful ♪

♪ keep young and beautiful ♪
♪ if you want to be loved ♪

Met this wretched
man she keeps talking about.

Rick Oliver, the so-called
star of the show.

♪ if you want to be loved ♪

♪ if your wise ♪
♪ exercise all the fat off ♪

♪ take if off, ♪
♪ off of here, off of there ♪

♪ when you're seen anywhere ♪
♪ with your hat off ♪

♪ have a Marcel wave ♪
♪ in your hair ♪

Can't imagine
what she sees in him,

commoner's debt.

Diana, I know,

has written to you about
her intended divorce.

A sad business,
but probably all for the best.

I dealt with the situation
very clumsily, I'm afraid.

I wished profoundly
that you'd been there

to offer comfort and advice.

It's getting
deeper in, Richard!

The accountant has been
sadly disappointed.

Downpours of rain occurred,

and the mechanical digger
sank into the mud,

and finally wallowed himself
into an awful pit.

No good, hopeless.

98 degrees, sir.

Very good,
Inches, full steam ahead!

Yes, sir, very good sir.

Ahh...

Dinner jacket tonight, Inches.

Yes, sir, the looser trousers?

I'm afraid so.

Car 'round at six.

Very good, sir.

Good morning,
Mr. Churchill.

Your dear letters
are the only bright spot

in my life, Clemmie.

I fill my days writing
inflammatory articles

about Germany.

And thus in carrying the Roth
of Stanley Baldwin,

which pleases me no end.

"Evening standard".

Have you seen it?

Well, yes.

You don't seem to have had much luck
as far as Winston is concerned.

He's more valuable than ever.

Germany is his new hobby horse,

he won't let go of it.

Well, you've got to make him.

Yes, yes, I will not allow him

to interfere with
government policy,

nor indeed with the smooth
running of the party machine.

I'll do what I can.

Well, have a word with someone
in his constituency.

Yes, of course.

A word about what exactly?

There must be a large amount
of local party members,

who were dismayed, not to say
alarmed by Winston's behaviour.

Encourage them to speak up.

Tell them to make him aware
of their displeasure.

Say he's erratic,
totally unreliable.

Ralph.

Hello, van.

Enjoying it?

Oh, very much, you?

Oh, immensely.

Winston's been
very active recently.

Active?

Oh yeah, speeches,
all those newspaper articles,

"evening standard",
"daily mail",

created a lot of anxiety.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Not surprising really.

No.

His information
is remarkably detailed,

I'm starting to wonder
where it comes from.

Of course a lot of it
could come from your department.

Yes, yes, it could, I know.

Winston started to make
some real impact.

Slowly but surely
attitudes are changing.

It would be unfortunate
if something were to go wrong.

Wrong?

Yes, one has to be very careful.

No unnecessary risks,
if you know what I mean.

Yes.

Here we are.

Hello.

Here you are, my darling.

"We must defend our island
from foreign aggression" stop.

"We should repudiate
all defeatism

And pacifism" stop.

Bugger!

West room 93.

It's for you, sir,
Mr. Wigram.

Our country...

Ralph, how are you?

Winston...

I can't go on with this.

I'm sure they know something,
we have to stop this now.

Listen, Ralph,
just a little longer.

Winston, are you sure,

we're not making matters worse?

I don't believe we are.

It's so very important
what you're doing, Ralph.

You mustn't stop now.

Ralph, K-B-O,
remember our motto,

keep buggering on.

Life is drab
without you, Clemmie.

If it weren't for Mary
I'd be utterly miserable.

Now, I just want to show you
the scale, the distance.

There's the South of England
where we live,

and there is Austria,

where you went last Christmas
with mummy.

And you remember
how far away that was.

Yes.

Now, I'm gonna show you
where mommy is now.

Let her go!

Miles and Miles away.

Your desert island
picnic with Mr. Phillip

sounds idyllic.

I wish I could've
been there with you.

It is over 11 weeks,
since you left Chartwell,

and I'm counting the seconds
until you return.

To Komodo, were the dragons are.

It really is lonely.

Yeah, it is, it is.

Paragraph, ah...

Diana's gone back
to her husband.

Comma.

But I fear the marriage
will not last, stop.

Inches out,
I'm in the middle of a letter!

Telephone sir.

Out!

The man says
it's important, sir.

Tell him to call back later.

Really important.

Who is it?

Major Sankey, sir.

Who the hell is major Sankey?

One of your constituency workers,
I think you should talk to him.

What, now?!

Yes, Mr. Churchill,
he's been ringing all morning.

All-right, all-right.

Inches, you are
the most irritating clog

that ever walked the earth!

I was in the middle
of a letter to my wife,

and now I've completely lost
my train of thought, idiot.

Have you no sensitivity,
whatsoever?

There's no need
to be insulting, sir.

I was merely
passing on a message.

Shut up, Inches, how dare you?

Tell the girl to put
the call through up here.

She's gone to lunch, sir.

Well, then do it yourself.

I am not acquainted
with the mechanisms, sir.

Oh, God almighty, bloody hell.

You're very rude to me, Inches.

You're very rude to me, sir.

Yes, but I'm a great man.

You're a stupid old bugger.

Mr. Churchill's
in trouble.

What do you mean?

Mr. Baldwin
or someone high up,

is trying to get him pushed out.

Of what?

The conservative party.

Don't be daft, girl, they
wouldn't do a thing like that.

They don't like all
his speeches about Germany.

They want to shut him up.

Well, can they
do that, Mrs. P.?

Just kick him out?

They could, I suppose, yes.

Organize a vote
of no confidence,

something like that.

He'd never get over it.

I know.

I'll tell you
this, Mrs. P.

If they do kick him out,
I shall never vote Tory again.

Never!

Not even liberal.

Bastards, how dare they?!

Buggers!

This is absolutely the worst day
of my whole of my bloody life!

I'm surrounded by enemies.

They call me a warmonger

because I speak the blunt truth?

Baldwin is behind all this,
Stanley bloody Baldwin!

No better than
an epileptic corpse.

Who's in charge of
the clattering train?

The axles creek
and the coupling strain.

And the pace is hot
and the points are near.

And sleep has deadened
the driver's ear.

And the signals flash
through the nights in vain.

For death is in charge
of the clattering train.

He'll be needing
a glass of champagne.

Possibly two.

Charlie, mummy's
nearly finished,

and then I promise
we'll go out to the park.

There's someone
to see you, ma'am.

Oh, who?

Mr. Pettifer.

Pettifer, to see me?

We'll go in a minute, darling.

What are you reading, Charlie?

Good afternoon,
Mr. Pettifer.

Mrs. Wigram.

I'm afraid my husband's
not home.

It was you I came to see.

Me?

Please, do sit down.

Thank you.

I need your help
in a rather delicate

and confidential matter.

The prime minister feels
it would be advantageous,

if your husband did not see
quite so much of Mr. Churchill.

What do you mean?

It's perhaps not wise,
not good for him.

Not wise for who?

Your husband.

Well, then, shouldn't you
be telling this to my husband?

I'm quite sure
he takes note of what you say.

What my husband does
is his own business.

I wouldn't dream
of trying to interfere.

No, no, of course not.

But do remember
your husband is the head

of an important part
of the foreign office.

It's not a good idea

for him to tell Mr. Churchill
what's going on.

Why?

If indeed he has been.

Please, Mrs. Wigram,
don't let's argue about this.

Please, Mr. Pettifer,
don't treat me like a child.

If your husband persists
in seeing Winston,

he may find himself being posted
somewhere inconveniently distant,

which would of course
be difficult

with regard to your son.

Difficult for him
to travel, I mean.

Difficult also,
I should imagine,

to find the appropriate
medical assistance

in certain parts of the world.

I dare say, it would mean
your having to say here.

You've made a foolish mistake,
Mr. Pettifer.

Oh?

A tactical error.

When a member of the government
comes to my house,

and threatens me so openly,

it only goes to show
how extremely important it is

that my husband continue his
friendship with Mr. Churchill,

that is my opinion, anyway.

Please, give my regards
to your husband.

Do tell him what I said.

I think I prefer not to.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Wigram.

What do you want,
Mr. Churchill?

I'm looking for a letter.

What letter?

I thought there might be
something from Clemmie.

Not today.

It's not easy to post letters
in that part of the world.

Hmm.

Perhaps tomorrow.

Does the...

Does the name Terrence Phillip
mean anything to you?

Terrence Phillip, yes.

Art dealer, I think.

Anything known?

Good looking.

Rather dashing, plenty of money.

His father was rich.

Married?

No.

Clemmie seems to be
quite chummy with him,

she keeps mentioning him.

Oh, he's on the boat with her.

He is.

I'm idiotically jealous.

Oh, Winston.

I'm sure she's in love with him.

Rubbish.

Writes about him
in every letter.

Terrence and I did this,
Terrence and I did that.

They're companions,
friends on holiday together.

I know Clemmie,
I can read between the lines,

I know her thoughts.

Don't be ridiculous, she loves
you, Winston, very deeply.

I'm a rotten husband.

Nonsense.

I suppose he's
the romantic type,

you know,
all that sort of stuff.

Never got much of that from me.

It never seemed important,
even when I was young.

Daisy Fellowes, she tried
to seduce me at the Ritz.

Oh...

Wasn't interested.

Used to think
it was because I...

I smoked too much.

Tobacco is bad for love,
old age is worse.

You're talking nonsense,
Winston.

"I lived too long,
I'm in the ruck,

"I've drunk too deeply
of the cup,

"I cannot spend, I cannot fuck,

I'm down and out,
I'm buggered up."

Where did you get that from?

It's a translation
from the Russian, Pushkin,

I believe.

You may laugh, Desmond Morton,

but I think about it
all the time.

Clemmie and that fella.

She'll be home soon, Winston.

♪ to carry me ♪

♪ with steps silent, ♪
♪ mournful and slow ♪

Mr. Churchill!

Mr. Churchill, sir!

Mr. Churchill!

Inches, you're drunk.

She's here, sir, she's here.

What?

Taxi's coming down
the drive, sir.

What on earth are
you talking about?

Mrs. Churchill, sir.

She's here?

Yes, sir.

She's here, she's here!

She's here!

She's here, she's here,
she's here!

Out of my way, out of my way!

Oh, lovely.

Thanks so much.

Why are you all wet?

I thought I'd never
see you again.

Well, here I am.

Mr. Inches,
how are you?

So, you had a good time?

Wonderful.

I missed you very much.

I missed you, too.

I'm not sure
that I believe that.

You...

You seem to have seen
a lot of Mr. Terrence Phillip.

Yes.

You like him?

He's good fun.

Good fun?

He's very interesting.

I hear he's much in demand.

All the hostesses in London

want him at their dinner table.

Oh, he is.

I'm sure they do.

You should ask him here
for a weekend.

Hmm...

Did you fall in love with him?

He made me like him.

Oh, Mr. pug.

Your new island looks lovely.

At Versailles it was laid down,

and it was confirmed
that Germany

was forbidden to take any armed
forces into the Rhineland zone.

And for 18 years, the fortresses
of Frankfurt, Copeland,

and the other cities
on the Rhine have been empty,

but gradually
under dictator Hitler,

Germany has been
asserting her independence,

of treaty obligations.

First she left
the league of nations,

then she set about rebuilding
her army, Navy and air force.

Until today when her forces
cleared war and mimicked battle,

Germany is seen again
to be one of

the great armed powers
of Europe.

We're powerless.

Hitler's preparing
to tear the world apart.

And we can do nothing.

Of course we can, and we shall.

I should never have
shown you those papers.

What do you mean?

Perhaps the
prime minister's right.

Perhaps we should try to find
a compromise with heir Hitler.

Don't be ridiculous,
you know that's impossible.

Then perhaps we should
let him have his own way.

For God-sake, Ralph, what
ridiculous nonsense is this?

Ralph, you're tired,
we should go home.

Hundreds of thousands
of people will die.

Millions.

And I shall be responsible.

That's just not true.

Partly responsible then.

How would you be
remotely responsible?

By showing those papers
to Winston.

By stirring up public opinion,

by making it impossible
for the government

to reach a settlement
with the Nazis.

Ralph, Ralph...

Hitler is unstoppable,
in three years

he's made himself
dictator of Germany,

he's dumped
the treaty of Versailles,

and rebuilt the armed forces.

He'll march into Austria
and then Czechoslovakia,

and then, God knows what,
the whole of Europe.

There may be a war,
I grant you that.

Nevertheless, we shall win.

How can you say that?

It's just mindless optimism.

When I was in school I had a
friend called Murland Evans,

and one day we were
talking about what we would do

when we were grown up.

And I don't know why I said this
or why I thought it.

But I said, "one day
in the future,

"Britain will be
in great danger,

and it will fall to me
to save London and the empire."

Schoolboy fantasy.

I wanted to play for England
or climb Everest.

My destiny...

And I truly believe it.

You're an extraordinary man,
Winston.

I am, I know it.

Nobody but you could say
that sort of thing,

and expect people to believe it.

Destiny is what I believe in.

Destiny commands, we must obey.

Not a very jolly lunch,
I'm afraid.

Look out for yourself, Ava.

Take care of Ralph,
he needs you so much.

I will.

Thank you, Clemmie.

Goodbye.

All over Europe,

is the hush of suspense.

And in many lands,
it is the hush of fear.

During these last few years,

the world has grown
gravely darker,

we have steadily disarmed,
partly with a sincere desire

to give a lead
to other countries,

and partly through the severe
financial pressure of the time.

But a change must now be made.

We must not continue longer
on a course,

in which we alone
are growing weaker

while Germany
is growing stronger.

Here, here.

Prime minister...

Oh, hello, Winston.

I hear there's
an un-sensible rumour

that you're about to retire,

please state
that isn't the case.

I should be making an official
announcement in due course.

But please be discrete,
I don't want everybody to know.

I'm very surprised.

You're much loved
in the country, Stanley.

I've had my day, I'm exhausted.

You know, some days
I am so tired,

I can hardly turn over
the pages of a book.

We've had our differences.

Profound differences.

But I've always admired
your great political skills.

Winston, let me
tell you something,

to my mind,
war is the greatest folly

that can afflict mankind.

Oh, absolutely,
no question about it.

Please, don't interrupt.

Now, maybe you're right
about Hitler.

Perhaps this war is inevitable,

but I believe
that I am also right.

I have done everything
in my power to preserve peace,

and I would do exactly
the same all over again.

Bloodshed, sorrow,

irreparable loss,

that's what I've been
hoping to prevent.

But, as I say,
you may well be right.

So many telegrams today.

German troops are on the march.

Thousands of them.

Hence all the telegrams.

Hitler's planning
to invade the world,

and we're planning
to do nothing about it.

What do you make
of that, Marjorie?

Well...

Perhaps, we should go home,
what do you think?

Or we could take a stroll
in St. James's park.

It's remarkable weather we're
having for this time of year.

And well, we're hardly
much use here, are we?

Sorry, sorry, Marjorie.

It's a poor joke.

Thank you.

Thank you for these.

Marjorie, I meant to ask,

what time is
the defence meeting tomorrow?

I don't think you're required
at that meeting, Mr. Wigram,

we haven't received
any notification.

Not required?

Fine.

Funny how word gets around.

♪ jingle bells, jingle bells, ♪
♪ jingle all the way ♪

thank you very much.

C'mon, my little man.

There we are, Charlie, hello.

Charlie, it's snowing,
how lovely.

Ethel, can you manage?

Yes, thank you, ma'am.

We should go and
find daddy in the garden,

and make a snowman,
what do you think?

Oh, silly mummy.

Silly mummy!

♪ we wish you ♪
♪ a merry Christmas ♪

♪ we wish you ♪
♪ a merry Christmas ♪

♪ we wish you a merry Christmas, ♪
♪ and a happy new year ♪

shall I take him?

Thank you.

C'mon, young man,
what you need is a bath,

good bath.

Be up in a minute.

Ralph?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Drink?

Please.

Ralph!

Oh, the snow has settled.

How wonderful.

We must take Charlie
to the park,

he's never seen snow like this.

So beautiful, like a painting.

You must telephone
to the office,

tell them you won't be in today.

Just for two or three hours,
it is Christmas after all,

I'm sure they can spare you.

I'm afraid I absolutely
forbid you to go to work

on a day like today.

Poor turnout from white hall.

I know, pretty bloody awful.

We had lunch with him
a few days ago,

he was very upset then,
I was quite frightened.

Do you think...

It says a pulmonary haemorrhage
on the death certificate,

I think we should
leave it at that.

He said it was all pointless,
everything he tried to do.

Was it pointless?

His life was
very precious to me.

Please tell me it wasn't wasted.

Ava, my dear,
you'll be very proud of him.

People often act heroically,

because they don't fully appreciate
the dangers that lie ahead.

Ralph saw all those dangers
and was afraid of them,

but he did what he did,
in spite of his fear.

No man can be braver than that.

Thank you, Winston.

What is it?

Any invading force

would march across
our little bit of England

on their way to London.

I wonder how long we've got.

This is London.

You will now hear a statement
by the prime minister,

the right honourable
Neville Chamberlain.

I am speaking to you...

From the cabinet room
at 10 downing street.

This morning

the British ambassador in Berlin

handed the German government
a final note

stating that unless
we heard from them by 11:00,

that they were prepared at once

to withdraw their troops
from Poland,

a state of war
would exist between us.

I have to tell you now

that no such undertaking
has been received

and that consequently,

this country is at war
with Germany.

Mr. Churchill,
Mr. Churchill!

Up here, Mrs. P.

What's the matter?

Telephone, sir,
the prime minister's office.

First lord of the admiralty
back in power!

Jolly good show, marvellous!

I have been made a member
of the war cabinet

Mrs. Churchill and I must
now make our home in London.

Needless to say, we shall return
to Chartwell whenever possible.

Everyone of you
will be looked after,

either retained here
or found good jobs elsewhere.

Mr. Inches has
all the details.

There may be difficult
and painful times ahead.

But, now that I'm
in charge of the Navy,

Mr. Hitler and his Nazi thugs
had better look out.

We're gonna teach them a lesson
they'll never forget.

Good luck, sir.

Mr. Inches, I think a glass
of champagne might be in order.

Well, with respect, sir,

I think we might save that
for happier days.

Quite right.

However, there is
a very good claret

that you might be interested in.

It is a very good year,
I can't tell you which year.

But it's about '32.

Not the house of commons,
the admiralty!

I've got a Navy to run.

Just before
the battle of Blenheim,

Marlborough said to his aide,

"today...

I conquer or die."

Now I know how he felt.

Thank you.

For what?

For being rash enough
to marry me.

Foolish enough to stay with me.

And loving me in a way...

I thought I'd never be loved.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

I'm the new first lord.

Yes, sir, we know that.

How do you know?

A signal was sent to the fleet
this afternoon.

What signal?

Winston is back, sir.

Winston is back.

And so, he bloody well is!