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What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Oh, that's what you're doing.

Time to rise, sleepyhead.

What time is it?

Shit.

You've got to get ready. Your
plane leaves in half an hour.

I want breakfast.
There's no time.

Leo! You said
we'd have breakfast.

I can't do that trip
without having breakfast first.

You know what I'm like
when I get hungry.

Why didn't you have dinner?
I begged you to have dinner.

I told you,
I wasn't hungry then.

This is
bloody inconvenient, Dick.

I know.

I have 12.000 things
to do in Canberra.

Bloody Rupert!

Actually, where is Rupert?

He's the reason for the sodding
change. Why isn't he here?

He's commandeered a plane
and flying in, apparently.

Flying in?!

Why aren't we flying in?

Why didn't the PM let us
charter a plane?

Rupert is Her Majesty's
High Commissioner.

We're cabinet ministers!

Mere cabinet ministers,
I think the PM would have it.

As far as he's concerned,
we are nothing more

than obstacles on the road
to his grand vision.

Which road?

Can't you tell? We're on it!

OK, I'll get you something.
Will a banana do?

Just get dressed, please.

A banana will certainly not do!

I cannot do that journey
on an empty stomach.

I want burek.

Burek?
Mm-hm.

What the hell is burek?

It's a traditional
Yugoslavian breakfast.

It's a kind of pastry...
Oh! Right. Burek.

..that's hard on the outside
and soft in the middle.

I think cook keeps the burek between
the partridge in a pear tree

and the crocodile
in hummingbird sauce.

Your plane leaves in 25 minutes.
I will get you a banana.

Oh! Leo, that trip is hours!
A banana won't do.

Give that here.

What are you gonna do?
Ooh! Yuck.

Thank you.

Ugh. Now I have to wash my hands.

Late night?

Indeed it was.

How old this time?

One of them was in
their early 20s, I think.

One of them?! Good God, man!
How do you do it?

Well, I honestly have no idea, Dick.

Bon appetit.

Leo?

Yeah?

Carmen's gone.

Who's gone?
Carmen. She... she's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Well, I woke up this morning
and she wasn't in my tent.

That kind of gone.

'I can't find her' gone.
Gone gone!

Shit.
Yeah, well, I thought maybe

she might be in the latrine
and she hasn't returned.

And I can tell you, I've had
a bloody good look around.

Ohh! Jesus.

Hey. Back inside, you.

It's Carmen. Leo, I...
No. No, you stay here.

You cannot be seen.
Do you understand?

Or a world of pain
will consume us all.

Molly, do you understand?
Yes.

How much did she drink?

About two-thirds of
a bottle of vodka.

Jesus! Can you keep it down
in there, Murph?

The whole fuckin' camp
can hear you.

Dammit! Shit, Leo!

You've put me off!

What, is it time?
You two seen Carmen?

What?!
Leo!

Sorry, Yvonne.

What do you think?!

Well, I woke up
and she was gone, so...

I have to make sure
Bernie doesn't piss off.

One of you, check with Jonesy
and see if he or Lydia saw...

Actually...

..everyone's to go
to my quarters

and stay put until I get back.

God, this is disgusting.

Where are all the girls?
Mate, Carmen's gone AWOL.

We... we just need
a little time, OK?

Mate, I'm leaving at eight.
I told you.

Come on, Bern.

Leo, I'm picking up
the British High Commissioner.

I can't be late.
He's coming here today?!

But... n-nobody's told me.

He wasn't due till...
till Tuesday. Why?

I'm leaving at eight.

Hey... I've...

..I've looked after you,
Bernie, haven't I?

Now, I would appreciate
a little dispensation.

I have to be in Adelaide,

fuelled up and ready
in a Bristol by noon.

It's not like I've got
a choice here, mate.

Uh, I can't.

Eugh!

I've been looking everywhere
for you, Carmichael!

Where the hell have you been?!
There's been a change of plans.

The High Commissioner has to
leave for London Saturday,

so we have to pull forward.

We're going at dawn.

I'm sorry?
We're going at dawn.

Tomorrow.
That's impossible.

You want to have the tower
locked and loaded,

ready to go by dawn?

It's a Meccano set, Carmichael.

So, can you please get out your
tiny spanners and do your job?

We've done ours.

What was that, Quentin?

Just so you know, Leo, we're
expecting a strong nor'- westerly

to develop overnight.

Which means...

Nothing, surely.
Nothing much.

It's just rare to have
a strong nor'- westerly

at this time of year.

None of the other tests so far
have been conducted

under such conditions.

There'd be no
comparable controls.

So one has to question
the utility

of the data we'll gather.

You're saying it'll be
a waste of time?

No, but...
Carmichael, they arrive today!

We're going tomorrow at dawn!

So if you'd be so kind, finish
the fucking tower tonight.

Thank you so much!

It's never easy.
Never fucking easy!

Girls inside?

Yeah, they've got the shits, but.

Bye-bye, Bernie.

OK. The new plan is...

The new plan is
we keep the girls under wraps.

Bern will be back
in about six hours.

You two will have found Carmen
by then. We'll be sweet.

Yeah, what if we haven't
found Carmen by then?

Well, we pack these three off
with Bern and we keep looking.

Yeah, well, that might be
a little tricky.

Why?

Better speak to the girls, Leo.

OK. Bernie had to
head to Adelaide.

He'll be back
in about six hours.

I'll compensate you
for the time.

OK, fine. Just so long as you know
we're not leaving without Carmen.

Look, girls, here's the thing.

There are some very important
people arriving here today.

Didn't you know that?

No, I didn't, Von.

There's been a change of plan.
So, it's really very simple.

Yes, it is. We're not leaving
without Carmen.

We will find Carmen, I promise.

Just stay put.

I've got to check in on Cranky

and get things moving
on the tower.

What's the rush? We've got
four days. We're well ahead.

Not anymore.
We're going at dawn tomorrow.

Well, that's impossible.
I'm aware.

Hilly!

The Academy Award-winning
actress Grace Kelly,

star of movies such as
Rear Window and High Society,

has become
Princess Grace of Monaco

after marrying Prince Rainier.

Oh. Dammit!

Identify yourself!
It's Leo, General.

Come, Leo!

Morning, sir.
Morning, Leo.

Everything tickety-boo?
Er, not quite, sir.

Oh, dear.
I don't like the sound of that.

Am I needed?

No, sir, but you should know

they've brought the test forward
to tomorrow.

The test?
Yes, sir.

The next test will be
tomorrow at dawn.

The next test, sir?
Operation Buffalo?

Oh, of course. Yes. The test.

Tomorrow, you say?
Mmm.

Right. The test.
Well, get on with it, then.

Yes, sir, but you realise
that if the test is tomorrow,

Sir Rupert and Mr Wilcox
and Mr Lachlan

will now be arriving today?

Rupie's coming?
Mmm.

Splendid!

Dinner, then, I expect.
I expect so, sir.

Well, get the chef on alert, Leo!
No time to waste!

Come on, man!
We are the military!

Yes, sir!

Dinner!

Now, I'm sure you blokes
will be nothing but delighted

to know that instead of having
four days to finish this tower,

we have a little over 16 hours.

Not only that, the test impact
team has to move bloody fast.

We need the tank in place,
the test dummies in place,

the goats in place.

That wasn't your answer
last night!

But seriously, fellas,
these things are important,

'cause we need to know
what our bombs do.

Now, there are
some very big wigs coming,

so we can't fuck this up,

because we all know
who'll get the blame.

Captain Allen is here
if you have any questions,

but if you do have
any questions,

Captain Allen will
reduce you to tears.

Off you trot.

What do you think, Jack?

Bloody tighter than
a nun's nasty, mate.

It's possible, though, right?

I mean, we're halfway through.
The foundations are fine.

We did it before. In May.

That tower was
half the height, mate!

I know, but we've got no choice.

I've got these nobs arriving
in a bit, so if you need me,

use the radio
or send a runner to Watto.

I'll check in with him
every half-hour.

Right away, Jack!

It's all hands on deck
here at Maralinga,

deep inside
the Australian desert,

as our troops and scientists

prepare for the next
British atomic bomb test.

The timing is
down to the second,

as our boys swelter in the heat
constructing the tower

from which the bomb
shall be dropped.

But they know it's all worth it,

for they're helping to secure
the Empire's future

in the atomic age.

Can we stop?
-Why?

Jesus, Murph, you know why!
Just pull up, would you?

Hey, what if she's dead?

She's not...

She's not dead. Murph, why...

Why would you say that?

Because if she is dead
and someone else finds her,

we're gonna be
in a world of shit.

You don't think
that if we find her dead,

we're not gonna be
in a world of shit anyway?

Right.
Huh?

So if we find her dead,
we have to bury her.

No other choice.

Murph, she's not...
she's not dead.

Get in the car, mate.

She's not dead.

This is such rubbish.

Seriously, this is
dwarves and goblins.

Not dwarves and goblins.

This is a children's book,
Jonesy.

Lord of the Rings is not
a children's book, Von.

It's a complex moral allegory,
a... whole new world.

Tolkien is a professor of
English at Oxford University.

Looks to me like
he can barely spell.

I like James Bond. You
ever read James Bond, Jonesy?

Jonesy's read everything.

He's a real brain box.
Oh.

So, Jonesy? James Bond?

Uh... Fleming's good
at what he does.

It's, uh... it's fun.
-I'd love to meet a spy.

But how would you know
they were a spy?

Like, if he was a really good spy,
you wouldn't know, right?

I guess.

So, what are you
reading now, Jonesy?

Hmm?

Oh, uh, Lolita by Nabokov.

So, what's that about, then?

Um...

The Sydney Cricket
Ground last Saturday.

St George defeated Balmain
18-2. Bloody Dragons!

Leo, what can I say?
They said they'd be here Tuesday.

So the order's coming Monday.

They'll just have to do
like the rest of us.

Doug, you know how it works
with these people.

If there's good food
and decent plonk

and they get pissed enough,

they go back to Canberra
raving about us.

If not, I end up in the shit
with the minister,

you end up in the shit with me.

So, here's what I want you to do.
Cable another order.

Make sure someone picks it up
in Adelaide and gets it to Bernie

before he takes off
with the High Commissioner.

Is that all?

It doesn't sound hard to me.

Doug, do I really need
to make this an order?

Whew!

How do they know it's empty?

What?

They keep telling us
there's no-one out here.

How do they know that, Dick?

Surveyors, I expect.

Surveyors?

I can't account for every
square inch of the nation, Phil,

but that's how
we've been briefed.

Terra nullius.

Empty land!

Jesus.

I mean, we both know
there are people out here, Dick.

Don't we?

Depends on how the Constitution
defines 'people', Phil.

Corinne? Cor?

Leo. What can I do for you?

It's not another little rash, is it?

I, um...

Can we have a quiet word?

Mmm.
Mm-hm?

What's the problem?

I need to be able to trust you.

I thought it was the other way
around. But anyway...

To be discreet.
For old times' sake.

Well, I certainly won't do it
for old times' sake.

Hey, we'll always have Paris,
won't we?

That was different.
That was wartime.

I was feeling combative.

What is it, Leo?

I'm just wondering if you may
have seen a girl here today

that you don't recognise.

Leo, there are only six women
on this base.

Well, the girl I'm talking about
isn't from this base.

Short, blonde...
What was she doing here?

Well, that's not the issue.
Ah. The rumours are true.

You're flying hookers in.
Again, not the issue.

And you've lost one? Seriously?

I haven't seriously lost one,
but one may be seriously lost.

Have you seen
an unfamiliar female face

in the last five or six hours
or not?

No, I haven't.
OK. It was a long shot.

I thought she might have had
an accident. Thank you.

Uh, Leo, before you go,

can I rely on your discretion
in return?

Of course.

You know Alice?
Yeah. What about her?

She told me last week
that she'd been raped.

What?

Here, on the base.

Jesus. Why hasn't she reported it?

You can't report anything
in this place.

Especially if you're a woman.

And especially if the rapist
is someone with clout.

Who was it?
She wouldn't tell me.

An officer?

I promise you, if I knew,
I would tell you.

It might be an officer.
He spoke well, apparently.

How did it happen?
She was going to the latrine.

It was just before dawn.
He knocked her out.

She woke up in the back
of a jeep, bound and gagged.

He drove her out about
five miles and he raped her.

He left her there to die.

She managed to break free
and make her own way back.

Do you think she'd tell me
who it was?

Oh, God, men can be so stupid
sometimes!

What makes you think that
she would trust you over me?

If she makes a charge, and if
it's an officer or a scientist,

it'll be her word against his
and she'll go down.

They'll lock her up.

Or worse, they'll pull out
the Official Secrets Act.

The girls are scared, Leo.

Do all the girls know?
Of course all the girls know.

It was scary enough when there
were 2.000 men to six women,

and now at least one of
the 2.000 is a rapist.

We walk in pairs after dark now.

If Alice won't talk, I don't
have anything to go on, Cor.

Nor do I.

But you really run the place,
so I thought you ought to know.

I've had enough of this!

Where do you think you're going?

I can't just sit here
and do nothing, Jonesy.

You girls really need
to think this through.

Yeah, I have. It's all
I've been doing, is thinking!

Oh, you have? Oh, good.

'Cause if you have,
you know you'd be busted

a few seconds after
you walk through that door,

which means we all get busted,
which in turn means

no-one's gonna be out there
looking for Carmen...

Is that it?
No, Molly.

There is one more thing
you should be aware of.

Being found on a top-secret
military facility

without official authorisation
is a serious criminal offence.

The trial will be held
in camera,

which, ironically,
means in secret.

You probably won't be
allowed a lawyer.

And if the charges were to relate
to allegations of espionage

and you are found guilty,
you will be executed.

But then, so will we,
if that's of any comfort.

So, what do you think?

I think our price just
went up considerably.

Well, where the fuck are we?!

Have you considered
the possibility

that this might be the PM's way
of getting rid of us?

You've got to be kidding me!
I told you...

To have us disappear
in the desert?

Nothing would surprise me, Phil.

Well, I can understand
why he'd want to get rid of you.

But me?

I've never been
out here before, alright?

I'm sorry?
Fuck!

Well, you're
the only alternative.

The only person who could
really put up a challenge.

Has it not occurred to you?

Three men who've never
driven this route before...

I stand by the Prime Minister
100%, Phil.

You'll find no more loyal support
than mine to our current leader.

Oh, Christ.
It has occurred to you.

And I'm no threat.

Hello!

To be honest,
I don't think the PM likes me.

You know, on a...
We're fucked.

..on a personal level,

I always feel like
he's suffering my company.

Rough show, old boy.

Uh...

No idea, boss.

I mean, we can go further out,
but in which direction?

Leo, we're hungry!

Uh, well, we'll... we'll get you
something to eat, Mol.

We are hungry, mate.

Well, then go to the mess.

It's not fuckin'
rocket science, Murph!

Hey, um...

..there's something
I need to tell you guys.

That'd be bloody Rupert.

Driver, I suggest
you follow that plane.

Yes, sir.

Leo!

Whoa! I hope Frank is
bloody up for it.

Raring to go, Your Excellency.

You remember St John.
Afternoon.

Er, Henskens.

Sorry to bugger up
your timetable, Leo,

but I can't keep my PM waiting,
can I?

He's absolutely shitting himself
over this Suez thing.

At least we'll soon have
a resolution

for the bloody Middle East
one way or the other!

Hey, St John, did you know,

Leo here blew up a whole load
of Nazis at the Meuse at Givet?

Bit of a legend
with the engineers.

Of course I knew, sir.
I thought everyone knew.

Oh, that's alright. Rub it in.
I'm getting on, I know.

Come on, let's go.

Thank Christ.

This is the only good thing
that's happened today.

Ah, you're welcome, my son.
Should be quite a feast.

Give us a ride.

Aren't you going back
to Adelaide?

No. Rupe has to leave
first thing.

And they say there's
heavy weather around Adelaide,

so... might as well kip here.

A couple of cables, Excellency.

This one from Lady Edgely.

Oh!

Tell her yes
to the swimming pool,

but no to the second gazebo.

This from the Prime Minister.

Ah!
St John, can you imagine it?

Your Grimmett's gonna go
to the hunt.

See, I told you
it was worthwhile going back.

I bet you Eden wants to shoot
Eeyore's balls off.

Oh.
What?

Oh, this, er... Suez kerfuffle

seems to be getting out of hand
a little bit.

Israel and Egypt are
upping their game.

Ah, Cranky, you old bastard, you!
How are you?

Tickety-boo, Rupe. Tickety-boo.

Ah, you've got drinks.
Excellent.

Well, I may join you.
Oh.

Er, another whisky, will you?

So. How's Marjory?

Oh, fine.

Of course,
I haven't seen her for...

Can't even remember
how long I've been here.

Cheers.
Cheers.

So good to see you.

The scientists are here
to give their report, sir.

What? Already?

Fuck, I've barely had
two seconds talking to Cranky!

Apologies, Your Excellency.

Very well.

Herd the boffins in.

Gentlemen.
Good evening.

I'm sorry.
I... I don't understand you.

I need to go back to the camp.

I've got to catch a plane.

You know... a plane.

This is the BBC.

Facing a hostile and vocal
opposition in the House today,

Prime Minister Eden
assured the House

that after thorough
investigation,

there are definitely
no more KGB spies

in British government agencies.

He says that the likes of Guy
Burgess and Donald Maclean...

Ministers. You made it.

Carmichael.
Attorney.

Minister.
Carmichael.

I presume you'd both like to change
and freshen up before dinner.

Of course.

Your... your quarters
are just this way.

Really hard and really fast.
I can bat.

Right, you can beat him?
Ask him. I can bat.

Really. Donald Bradman.
Overrated, mate.

Yeah.
He's Batman.

I'm starting to feel
like a prisoner in here.

Um, I'll have one dark beauty
from the top.

OK. One dark beauty
for the flyboy.

If I don't take a bath
soon, I'm... I'm gonna go nuts.

I'm out.

Well, I am in for five.

Ooh! Someone's being flashy.

Well, if you've got it, why not?

Well, we'll see about that.

I am... out.

Oh, well, unless Molly's...

I'm out.
Oh. Hello. OK. Then, um...

..Yvonne and I are gonna need
a little bit of privacy.

No, no, no, no, no!

What's fucking wrong with you?!
You fucking idiot!

Fucking all in together!

The general and His Excellency
are just through here.

Very well.
They're with the scientists.

Started without us?
Were we that late?

Guess we were.

Hold on.
You're a little off whack.

Major.

I just have the Attorney-General
and Defence Minister.

Bad time, I'm afraid.
Just a couple of minutes.

Oh.

They just need a few more moments,
Ministers.

For what?

That's just what
I was told, Attorney.

Excuse me.

I've had it up to here
with being treated this way!

We're ministers of the Crown!

I served in the Great War!

I'm as loyal as any man alive
to Queen and country,

but, Christ, sometimes, Phil...

I mean, do you actually know
what they're really doing here?

Because I don't!

I'm just the defence minister.
They wouldn't tell me.

I don't think the PM knows.

And worse still,
I don't think he cares!

Whatever Churchill and Eden
ask him,

Ming just drops 'em
without even blinking!

Gentlemen.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Ministers.
So sorry to have kept you.

Jesus Christ!

I can't help it, mate.

Mate, she's a hooker.
You don't fall for hookers.

It's the golden rule
of prostitution.

In fact, it defeats the whole
point of the exercise

if you do fall for her!

Look, just listen to me,
you idiot.

Step one, you're gonna
go back there

and shake hands with Bern, yeah?

Step two?

Who cares? There is no step two!

You sound like a fucking
14-year-old!

It's 1956, mate. Grow up.

So, Rupert, how are things
with the Americans right now?

All well.

And you're not doing these tests
in Nevada because...?

Well, this is
Commonwealth land, Dick.

And we're gathering
extremely useful information

and we want to keep it
in the family.

I see.

Because they tell me they don't
want to play sharesies with you.

You know, what with
all your red spy scandals.

I was in Washington
a couple of months ago,

and they seem to fear

there are more British agents
spying for the Russians

than there are spying
for the British.

Nonsense!

It's just blood
under the bridge.

I'm just curious, Rupert.

Of course, after
that press conference

the other day in Moscow

with Burgess and Maclean
confessing to everything,

I feared that might gum up
the works with the Yanks a bit.

Well... let me
allay your fears, Dickie.

I'm sure it's all tickety-boo.

I'm so relieved.

You got lost driving around
the nation's attorney-general

and its defence minister?

Not a bloody clue, sir!

They gave me a map
that was printed in 1926.

How did the nobs take it?

Oh, they were OK
about it, really.

Had a right to have the shits
in my book,

but Dick just read
most of the time.

'Dick'? You're referring to
Dick Wilcox,

you know, the Attorney-General.

I don't know his surname, sir.

I know they were both ministers,

but they were just
Dick and Phil to me.

Phil slept a lot.

Sounds like he had
a busy night before,

if you know what I mean, sir.

Really? A lady?

Well, could be ladies
by the sound of things.

Oh, no!

You wouldn't think so
looking at him, would you?

Not in a million years.

Yeah, but he sounds
like a busy fella.

Still waters, Baxter.
Yeah.

God, he's terrified that
Menzies is gonna find out.

Really?

That's us there.

There was a young man
from Devizes

Who had balls that were
two different sizes.

The right one was small
And was no good at all

But the left one was huge
and won prizes!

Oh, excellent!

Oh, look. Easy. Ho ho!

Oh!

To progress!

Progress!

It's the riveting, mate.
Takes a fuckin' age.

Faster, dickhead!
-Sorry, Cap.

Well, we could get there in time
if we just skip two and four.

Skip the riveting?!
Mmm.

On a tower which will explode
a nuclear bomb?

The tower's going anyway, mate.

Trust me, it'll still take
the weight. It'll be fine.

It's your call, mate.

Two out of four, Jack.

Jesus. It's never
fuckin' easy, is it?

I'll just be a sec.

What the hell's happened here?

The girls and I have
decided to go back to Adelaide.

All we can do here
is sit and wait.

But I want to be very clear
about something.

You have to promise me
that you will find Carmen, OK?

And...

..if it's bad, I don't care
what happens to us,

I'll be speaking to some of
my powerful friends in Adelaide.

You've got 48 hours.

And if I can't find her
in 48 hours?

You know what I mean by
"my powerful friends", Leo.

So, what's your plan?

My plan is to make sure
we all don't get executed

in the next 48 hours.

There are some very serious
people here right now,

including the Attorney-General
and the Defence Minister.

If they find out
about you girls, we all...

What?

Leo, what?

Word is the Defence Minister
has certain appetites.

Well, maybe some insurance
might be useful.

Insurance.

Sure. That's how I'd put it.

We could use some.

Well, I'll see you
in the morning, old boy.

I don't know how you managed
to scratch together

such a marvellous dinner out here
in this godforsaken place.

See you in the morning, Rupert.

Goodnight. Sleep well.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Thank you, Corporal.
See you at dawn.

Goodnight, gentlemen.
Oh, er, by the way, St John...

Ah, yes, the Suez note.
Well remembered, Excellency.

I'll, er... I'll dig it out.

Come on in. Goodnight, Henskens.

Goodnight, Corporal.
Thank you, Henskens.

Goodnight, Your Excellency.
Mr Moore.

What is it? What's wrong?

Get me a drink, will you?

Huh?

Yes!

Minister?

Yes?
May I come in?

Wh... what is it?

I... I need to talk to you
in private.

I'm a friend of
a friend of yours.

Arthur Haskell?

Artie?

Yeah.

He's a very important
politician too, right?

He's a friend.
Oh.

Well, I'm a friend too.

You can't come back with me.

Not to London or Canberra.

What do you mean?

The cable from the PM.

What are you talking about?

I think we may have
been rumbled.

What?

But Gladys has known for years.

Oh! It's not my sodding wife
who's rumbled us!

Apparently there are whispers
about us in Whitehall.

I think it's Macmillan.

It seems everybody knows
about you and Guy Burgess.

So...

..you're gonna have to stay put
for a while.

At least while I'm in London.

I'll read the room...

..and we can talk
when I get back.

Stay put?

Here?

But this is where
we send people to die.

What?!

We'll be picking you up
in 20 minutes, Minister,

to take you to the test.

What?

Yes...

..fine.

Yep.

Alright.

Dick! It's me!

I need to come in.
Yes?

Oh, Dick!
What?

We've got a problem.
What have you done?

We've got a problem.
I really need your help.

What?
Oh, Christ!

Oh, Christ, Dick,
we've been set up!

We've got to fix it.
I don't know who's done this!

Why would they do that?

Why do you insist on bringing
your shit to my door?!

You're not listening
to me, Dick!

What do I have to do with it?
We need to fix this now!

You've got to help me
get out of this!

Oh, shut up! Just shut up!

I could have you out of cabinet
in a heartbeat.

Why shouldn't I tell the PM
about this debacle

and throw you under a bus?!
I'll tell you.

It'll hurt you politically
more than it'll hurt him.

You've gone out of your way to
align yourself with this place.

They're flying prostitutes
into the facility! Booze!

Narcotics, probably!

You're in a tricky
situation, Dick.

I'm in a tricky situation?!
You're in a tricky situation.

You still want to be
prime minister? Do you?!

Go on.
OK.

In the public's eye, you're
still too much like Menzies.

Stern, patrician.

I mean, it isn't a matter
of trying to bring him down,

it's a matter of
trying to lift you up.

And how do you propose
I do that?

OK, you can make
a few phone calls

in the interest of
making this little... debacle...

..be handled with...

With sensitivity and discretion.

And discretion. Exactly!

And why would I do that?

Because when you do make
your move on the PM,

you're gonna need every
South Australian MP on your side,

and I'm the only
cabinet minister

who can help you do that.

So, come on.
I know. Alright.

Give those to me.

Alright, alright. You go.

We're gonna fix this?
I'll meet you there.

Go on.

I need to get dressed.

The preparations
are coming together.

Military, scientific
and diplomatic personnel

make sure nothing can be left
to chance or error.

Even George the Goat here

is prepared to do his bit
for the realm.

When asked if he had any doubts
about his contribution,

he replied he wouldn't have
a 'baa' of it.

Tension grows
as General the Lord Crankford

and His Excellency
Sir Rupert Edgely

mount the platform
with other dignitaries

to ensure nothing goes wrong.

There are tense moments.

As the countdown approaches,
the tension mounts and mounts.

Time bracket open.

Phase marks completed.

All signals certify compliance.

Zone 1 armed.

Zone 2 armed.

Zone 3 armed.

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

Six. Five...

Turn your backs, everyone!

Three. Two.

One.

Bravo!

Please tell me you found Carmen.

We found someone else.

So, you're just
assuming she's a spy?

I thought
you released three of those

last night, Dr Ratchett.

And another six this morning.

Need to establish a trail
if ever there is one.

I think it's a woman's ring.
Why was she out there?

Your Mr Moore. Tongues are
wagging in Whitehall, Rupe.

St John and I have decided

that it's about time
we met some Aborigines.

I'm from the Australian Security
and Intelligence Organisation.

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