All language subtitles for The Hour (2011) S02E05

Opening the Commons
defence debate yesterday,

newly appointed
Defence Minister Mr Howard Satchell

told ministers that until
there's an agreement on disarmament

any major attack from Russia,
even with conventional forces alone,

would have to be met
with nuclear weapons.

Without such devices, the West would
have to submit to defeat and occupation.

American missiles
in Britain are essential,

not only to the safety of the country,
but also to affirming a commitment

to a nuclear alliance with the
United States of America.

Now for news from home.
The body of a woman has been found

in a back street of London's West End.

The woman, in her twenties,
has yet to be identified,

but is believed
to be foreign to the country.

The Metropolitan Police suspect
she was murdered.

Detectives are appealing to the
public for help. The rise of racial...

Bastards.

Still no Mrs Lyon?

She's, um, still with friends.

Better scrub it off
before she gets back.

I'm sorry.

It's not going to wipe the smile
off my face today.

You're hiding something.

Want a lift?

- Sissy?
- Not in yet.

- Ms Rowley, I was just wondering...
- Not now.

When she gets here,
can you please tell her

I want her to try Miss Ramirez again?

Mrs Williams, CND, is in your office.

- She's very forceful...
- And?

- You're late.
- Sorry, Sorry.

Miss Ramirez, try her at home
and try her at the club.

- Oh, I already...
- Try her again.

Okay.

Henrietta Williams.

I just read her article in Granta.

Did you listen to the radio
this morning?

Yes. Why?

Apologies for keeping you waiting.

Someone's rattled today.

Brilliant write-up
on the Chancellor scoop.

Not a scoop, a plant, Miss Storm.

Has anyone spoken to McCain yet?

Randall asked me to hold fire.

- Ha, ha! Which you ignored.
- He's not taking my calls.

They mention me anywhere?

No, but Mr Brookes from The Chronicle

is very much in love with Hector's hair.

The toys they are
playing with arm a silent war,

where fear is the currency to
control us and our lives.

Politicians advocate armament
as a means to maintain peace.

It is a weary mantra that is designed
to disguise the truth.

Are you a mother?

- No.
- Yet you roll your eyes.

I patronise you if I assume
you to be a mother?

But is there nothing greater
than to bring life onto this earth?

And yet how terrifying that it is
amidst such inevitable annihilation...

Look, I don't want to depress you
but Hiroshima, Nagasaki,

we cannot add London, Glasgow,
Manchester to that appalling list.

We are staring into an abyss.

Well, you speak even
better than you write.

It does not save Hector from the fact
that he helped McCain

sideline our story and that somewhere
Cilenti was behind it.

- Isaac, do you have Tufnell's accounts?
- Mmm-hmm.

I want to go through them again.

There must be something ripe
to trip Cilenti up.

Christ.

Our views will be seen
by the pro-nuclear world

as hysterical, so find me
a worthy opponent.

Well, we are talking to the newly
appointed Defence Minister.

Mr Satchell? Yes, please.

He's more in favour than anybody
of the American-British alliance.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Oh, God.

What have we done?

Name That Dinner Guest!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I wonder who is going to
grace us with his presence?

Oh! Mr Hector Madden, star of The Hour.

The face of the future!

- I haven't had the meeting yet.
- A star in the making.

Sit down at my dinner table
and let me tell you what is on the menu.

- No, don't...
- Sorry.

Sorry.

It is rather ridiculous.

We had that funny little man plays the
banjo last week. What's his name?

I told him the best things
come in small packages.

And he found it a hoot when I served him
those little parcels of deliciousness.

Your invention. That first night.

You had one gas ring
and nothing in your fridge, bar cheese.

- And champagne and...
- Olives.

Ah, sorry, uh...

Oh, no... No, Alistair.
Hector was just leaving.

He's got a meeting with Uncovered.

- Top secret.
- Oh, really? Good luck.

Thank you.

Oh, give them your best.

So...

Do you think that Scottish smoked
salmon starter blows it too soon?

We don't want to give it away.
Disaster!

Oh, Di Dors is back!

Got bored of you, did he?

Bugger off.

- Morning, Kiki.
- Where's Rosa?

- Holiday.
- Liar.

Close the door, Mr Wengrow.

We need to stop pursuing this.
We need to stop it now.

He murdered our source.

All the more reason not to
turn our backs on a story

we've been trying to sell for weeks.

She sent us that photograph.
She didn't want us to stop.

Oh, what, so we carry on
until another girl is murdered?

Shouldn't we go to the police?

The police don't care. They're
trying to sell it as a racial attack.

Perhaps it was.

Cilenti warned us.
And he has made good on that warning.

While the police hover, inert.

- We should talk to Stern.
- Absolutely not.

Bullying is smoke, courage is fire.

I'm not listening to this.

Don't back down now.
We have rattled Mr Cilenti's cage.

He corrupts our programme by
blackmailing his Westminster goon

into feeding us a crafty
backhanded scoop.

We can expose McCain.

And sink to the level
of the gutter press?

It's a good story, perhaps
one of the most important stories.

A blackmail racket
that's already controlling

one of Westminster's
leading press agents.

Who else is in his grip?
Who else will he silence?

But this is exactly my point.

We should have run the story
when we promised we would.

It is too late now.
We've put ourselves in too much danger.

Well, you can run it, but I'm not.

Come on. It's another form of
subterfuge. A girl dies. We feel bad.

And we stop asking the bigger question.

What other strings is
Mr Cilenti pulling?

I'm not talking about hostesses
and seedy affairs.

- Isaac.
- I have looked into Tufnell Engineering.

As we know, Mr Cilenti
is a silent partner

but there is a buyer investing
heavily in their shares.

It's an offshore company
listed as Castlecore.

I bet Castlecore's
also connected to Cilenti.

Bel. Bel.

I leave it in your hands, Mr Lyon.

Leave McCain to me.

- Go away.
- Don't do that.

She'd dead. I'm sorry. It's not right.

It's very far from right.
But we're journalists.

This is what we do. We pursue the
best story, the most important story.

Oh, my God!

This is just about you.
Spinning on the ice.

If it exposes the unexposed, yes.
If it gets the story? Yes.

Winning applause and a perfect score?
Why not?

What's wrong with that?

- Normally they shoot the messenger.
- Yes, exactly.

You are charging towards a loaded gun

and you think you can miraculously
dodge the bullet.

Well, you can't. Not this time.
You couldn't before.

You left for 10 months.

And you only came back because Randall
flattered your vanity

and so you could
show off your new wife.

- Another well laid plan.
- Thank you.

Has Camille come back
from wherever she was?

- You look terrible.
- I'm fine.

She's...

She's just with friends.

- Oh, Freddie.
- I don't want to talk about it.

You just...
run through life scraping past injury.

Nothing touches you.

You pretend it does but it doesn't.
Not really.

That girl...

That girl sat in this office
in her best coat

and we persuaded her to
rush us information

- for a story that we didn't tell.
- So tell it now!

It's too late. She's dead.

I want you to feel guilty.

To feel like I feel.

Like... Like I've killed someone

and I will never be able to look them
in the eye and say "I'm sorry".

No!

- Ms Rowley...
- Isaac, not now.

In the past...

In the past you would have felt guilty.

If I feel guilty, I stop
being able to do what I do best.

So, I'm going to be excited.

I'm excited. Be excited.

For what? Your ambition?

You didn't kill her.
It's not your fault.

Then whose fault is it?

Rein this in, rein this in now.
You know what Freddie's like.

This from the woman who was always

first in, last out on any front line.

Don't try that wry naivety
with me, Randall.

You know exactly what you are doing,

you're reckless to the core.

Kiki.

Paws off, that's Rosa's.

Ain't you heard?

She's dead!

She must've been attacked
on her way home.

Don't upset yourself.
It's very sad but...

Table four.

Lots of smiles tonight.

Play your part.

Yes.

- So, what do you think?
- I take the offer very seriously.

But I'm tremendously proud of what
we're doing on The Hour and it, well,

it's a very hard programme to leave.

Chancellor scoop last week. I hope you
were suitably lauded by your team?

Always.

Mr Satchell. You know Mr Madden...

Mr Madden, never miss your show.

What can you promise us this week?

Well, we're toying with a story
on the launch of CND, actually.

Your pro-nuclear arguments
are winning votes

but they're raising a lot of fear
in the anti-nuclear lobby.

They're a frightfully arty lot,
these CND people.

A handful of renegades
queering the debate.

Along with 9,000 scientists
petitioning for a ban

on nuclear testing only last month.

Those same scientists
who in five years will be thanking us

for all the medical discoveries made
as a result of that testing.

Isn't this really about who will be
first to stick their flag on the Moon?

Someone get the camera now
and get them in the studio.

We're trying to convince
Mr Satchell to come on the show.

I believe that we're trying to do
the same thing.

Do I sniff a Cold War?

We'll be with you in five minutes,
Mr Satchell.

We're hoping for Macmillan
the week after next.

- That's quite a coup.
- If the right man were in place.

Someone with integrity.

Someone with weight to square off
against, seated across the desk.

You've done this before. And we
haven't even got to the small print yet.

Sign now, Mr Madden.

As fun as this is,
we've laid out our shop.

We can close it just as quick
if needs be.

No, no, that won't be necessary.

So we are agreed?

Talk to my agent. She can firm up
the details by end of today.

Good.

Does Miss Rowley know you are here?

Only if you told her.

I did not.

She's obviously not sleeping
with the right people.

Shall I show you the dressing rooms?

Ah, another time.
Can't be late for Marnie.

Rumour has it she gets more
fan mail than Noddy.

You must be very proud.

Yes, I am.

A man goes to the doctor, he says,

"Doctor, Doctor,
there's a monster under my bed."

The doctor says, "There's nothing
I can do. It's all in your head."

Next week the doctor passes
the man in the street and he says,

"Good day. You look remarkably well."

Man says,
"Last night I slept like a baby."

The doctor's amazed. "What did you do?"

"Well I looked again.
I saw that monster.

"So I just cut the legs off my bed."

If you're saying this because you think
I'm frightened...

We all have different ways
of dealing with our fear.

I just don't want anyone else
to lose their life over this story.

That way madness lies.

No man is sane who doesn't know
how to be insane

on the proper occasions.

Madness is a prerequisite
for any good journalist.

Come in, Mr Lyon.

Oh, police stations make me nervous.

- I was about to leave.
- But I caught you before you did.

Such bravado, Mr Lyon.

- Miss Ramirez's death.
- Miss Ramirez?

She worked at El Paradis.
Found dead in an alleyway this morning.

- Yes.
- Doesn't it make you angry?

Doesn't a death on your watch
make you angry?

Yes, of course it does.

There is a story that we will run.

You can choose to do something.
If you do,

we may be able to overlook
your major indiscretion.

A police officer who beats girls
then desperately tries to hide it.

How many years would you get for that?

I suppose one can't really
arrest oneself.

Your refusal to curb
Mr Cilenti's back room dealings,

his blatant corruption...

I presume he has a number of officers
in his pocket as well as you?

Any internal corruption,
I can assure you, has been dealt with,

the number of transfers
I've made over the last few weeks,

I've put paid to any period of leniency
toward Mr Cilenti and his colleagues.

Go one better. Arrest him.

Before he can kill anyone else.

Everyone loves a hero,
don't they, Mr Stern?

But the person who loves him
most of all, I tend to find,

is the hero himself.

Why else would he polish
his buttons so shiny?

Commander Stern?

We are going to expose Cilenti.

You know we will do that?

And when we've finished
exposing Cilenti, Mr Stern,

the failures of your force
will come to light.

You know, we're all polishing buttons,
Mr Lyon,

otherwise why would you be pursuing
this story with such fervour?

You talk of my ambition
when all I can see is your own.

Take care.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome to Name That Dinner Guest,

the programme where you, the audience,
must guess who I'm cooking for today.

Well, he has worked his way
into all our hearts,

and if you slice him

you will find Wales to the core.

Now the important thing about lamb
is that you mustn't be afraid of it.

You need a sharp knife

and a lot of pluck to bone the haunch.

More, absolutely.

I think that's...

Would you, um, excuse me
just for a brief moment? Excuse me.

Mr Brown.

Sit down.

Mmm.

I didn't think you frequented
this Westminster tavern.

- I don't.
- Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

That's you.

Oh, Christ.

You know, another man might be
sorely tempted to take your money.

Or to use this against you.
I hope that we at The Hour...

"We?" Christ. Christ. Christ...

...are more fixated on the tail
of the news story

rather than financial gain.
Sent anonymously to Miss Rowley.

The Chancellor story...

It was a good scoop
and my simple attempt...

To make amends to Mr Madden?

You failed.

At the NATO summit in December, there
was a man called Mr Francis Tufnell.

He owns Tufnell Engineering.

They have newly won
the contract to supply

the British missile bases with
air conditioning units and the like.

A longtime associate
of Mr Cilenti, it seems.

How did they get that deal?
Did you broker a meeting?

Who are Castlecore?

Pick it up.

How do you plan to use this?

I don't.

Blackmail is an insidious crime.

It casts a shadow
across the most private of intimacies.

And one should imagine,
must make one so very tired.

Yes.

If you change your mind...

They've been working on a deal.
It's ready to be signed tonight.

They will be in El Paradis.

They? Who's "they"?

- Where have you been?
- Nowhere.

Mr Wengrow.

Darling, do you really
want to keep this up?

It's the cost, Lix.
It's the cost of what we do.

That girl was dumped in a back alley
just for talking to us.

Does it not weigh heavy on you?
Am I the only one?

I refuse to become immune
to the consequences of what we do.

We may work in a man's world.
But I will not become as brutal as them.

And this is why we won the vote?

Oh, oh! Is that real?

Are we getting married?

Popped the question this morning.

- Congratulations.
- Sissy, that's wonderful.

Maybe we should all find ourselves
a nice doctor.

Now, there's an idea.

Let's marry the whole office off.

Miss Rowley, we've got the civil
defence film this afternoon. Shall I...

Yes. Thank you, Sissy.

You're late.

I'm so sorry, Dotty.

We overran and then Alistair insisted

I stay and chat to this
frightfully dull man from Bisto

determined that I should
be plugging his gravy on the programme.

Now it does add a
certain bite to a consommé,

but it simply does not stand alone.

So, what did they say?

They want you. Joint contract.

- Oh! Didn't I say? Hector, didn't I say?
- Mmm-hmm.

Oh, Alistair hinted as much.
Dotty, you are a marvel!

Calm down, dear girl.
No need to inflate.

- What are they offering?
- 12 months. Plus advertising revenue.

Advertising?

Soap. Custard powder. Mr Bisto.

That might be a link-up for you both.

Isn't that marvellous, darling?

- I want to read it first.
- Of course.

Better have the plaice steamed.
You need to watch your figure.

I wasn't talking about your wife.

Mr Madden, civil defence film.
All to attend.

Really? What, now?

BBC initiative. All departments
have been asked to view it.

Nice of you to join us.

Have you, uh, read about Miss Ramirez?

I'm so sorry.

- It's my fault.
- No, it's not.

I brought in the McCain scoop.

Hector, look.

What's this?

At last there's a firm

that's taking the manufacture
of anti-nuclear shelters seriously.

There has to be everything to make
it possible to stay down there

until the fallout's dispersed
and it's safe to come out.

What a marvellous place to play in.

When the warning system
is given the alarm,

there's complete protection
against fallout

as soon as father closes the hatch.

Preparing for an H-bomb exercise...

Stock went up in Tufnell Engineering.

- Straight after the summit?
- Castlecore bought up as many

shares as they could before the
missile bases contract was signed.

It was a tip-off.

Government have their fingers
all over it. It's insider trading.

You buy quickly on the nod
and sell just as fast

as soon as the share price reaches its
peak, which I'd say is about now.

Gosh, one could buy a minor country

with the loose change
from the sale of these shares.

Tufnell and Castlecore are blatantly
profiteering from the arms race.

Do you have any other names?
Perhaps who's heading Castlecore?

There's a Swiss bank account.
Brick wall.

Then how do you get them?

- Randall?
- You might try El Paradis.

McCain seems confident that Castlecore

are meeting there to
sign an important deal tonight.

- Is that all McCain gave us?
- We work with what we have.

You might want to gather your troops.

This may be your only opportunity to see
who's involved.

What are you doing in the dark?

Trying to find a safe place.

Every office needs to mark
a safe place to hide

in the event of a nuclear attack.

- Well, we won't all fit in here.
- Maybe if we took out the shelves?

It won't help, Sissy. We'll be toast.
No one's going to survive.

Don't say that.
What's the matter with you today?

They're recording my play. Now.
Right now. And I'm in a cupboard.

Not that I don't like being
in a cupboard with you.

Well, aren't you going to say anything?

The ring?

Yes.

Okay.

- Ready?
- Yes, just, uh... Just give me a minute.

Do you think it's a bit odd
if we walk out together?

- You go first.
- Good.

Good.

- Don't be nervous.
- No, I'm not.

Well, I am. A bit.

Well, we're just going to the embassy
and ask them to verify

that she is who she is.

Then, at some point, if she would like,
we could...

Yes.

I know where you've been.

How was the interview?

- Marnie...
- Yes?

Marnie is very keen
I make the move to ITV.

Of course.

- It could be very good for us.
- I can see that.

Dotty's optimistic. There are a number
of opportunities in the future and...

- Did Bill not...
- No.

Well, I've been a pretty awful husband.
She's a remarkably good wife.

Together we're dynamite, apparently.
The golden couple.

Perhaps that might be fun.
I can at least give Marnie that.

I can't give her children.

She doesn't know yet but, um, it seems
that the problem is with me.

So I was hoping the move
might soften the blow.

Oh, Hector...

So I'll serve out the rest of my
contract and then...

- I haven't told Randall yet.
- No, of course.

But I am going to sign.

You look terribly angry.

Furious.

I've had the best 18 months
of my career, with the best team...

So stay.

Damn you, Hector. It's not you.

Why did you have to tell me
something so sad?

Oh, best not.

She... She didn't even have a family.

No one came to collect the body.
I telephoned and I sent flowers but...

she isn't even having a funeral.

And all Freddie cares about...

God, he's so frustrating! He really is!

Well, don't smile.
Why are you laughing?

Because for someone so
brutally honest with everyone else,

you display such blatant
deceit when it comes to yourself.

- Freddie's...
- Back.

I hear his wife is still away.

Well, you always did have
a penchant for the married man.

Are you, um, actually working today?

Yes, actually.
Going through tomorrow's show.

Then I'm leaving.

Cuban Revolution. Castro's new front.

He's calling on the government to
make a stand and flush out corruption.

Britain has agreed to supply
arms to the opposition.

It'll go after CND and the alliance.

And I thought we should start looking
at Little Rock and desegregation.

- Uncovered are vying for Satchell.
- Really?

Isaac, call Satchell again.
We need him on the show to oppose CND.

- Hector, El Paradis tonight?
- No. Hector, you say no.

I'm not asking you to come with me.

I'm just letting you know, in case...

In case we find you
with a bullet in your head?

- So dramatic.
- Really?

You know what
they do with their unwanted guests.

I promised I'd pick
Marnie up for dinner.

- What are you doing?
- I'm meeting Bill.

You don't want to meet Bill.
You want to come out with me.

No, I don't. I want to go for a
civilised evening with a civilised man.

I don't know what this is about. I don't
know why you're behaving like this.

It's scared you.
I understand that, but this isn't you.

- How do you know what's me?
- Because I do.

Someone in a position of power
is profiteering from this nuclear race.

I want to know who Castlecore is
and I think you do, too.

- I'm going out with Bill.
- And Bel, the Flowerpot Men.

It's not funny.

It is. It's very funny.

Cut you to your core, you'll find news
running through your spine.

Stuff dinner. Come with me.

I won't jump when you want me.
You have a wife for that.

It's over.

It's, um...
It's just over with me and Camille.

- Freddie...
- I'm not missing her.

I'm not missing Camille. Want to.

I know that I should. But I'm not.

- I should go.
- I...

I miss you.

I miss you more.

I, um...

I wrote you two letters.

One from San Diego, one from New York.

- And I said...
- Freddie.

...just get on a plane.
Just get on a plane and come.

And I said...

And you, you didn't write back.

And I told myself, of course,
it's because you love news more.

That doing this would always be
more important than any man.

So I will see you tonight
at El Paradis.

Because this is what we do.

- Mr and Mrs Brown?
- Yes.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

I lied. Just... Just go with it.

Yes, so... We have a name.

Malfrande with an E.

No, no. No, it's Malfrand without an E.

There's no E.

Lazy filing.

I will call again.
We have a copy of her passport so...

It's the wrong date.

No, no. You've made a mistake.

When I called, I said she was born
on the 24th of June.

Yes, and this says the 24th of July.

She was born on the 24th of June.

There are always false trails.

Of course.

Yes.

One must not give up hope.

You ready?

- You're coming?
- Yes. Strength in numbers.

- Thank you, Mr Madden.
- I need to see Marnie first.

You know, it would look better
if we had Marnie with us.

Oh, no.

Congratulations. He's a lucky chap.

Thank you, Isaac.

Bill?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Hellish day?
- Just a bit.

I've ordered some wine.

- How was your day?
- Good, fine. You?

Freddie's off on some mad antic.

He'll be fine. I hope he'll be fine.

Maybe he won't. Who knows with Freddie?

Hector will keep him in line.

Has Hector told you yet?

I'm sorry.

It's what he wants.

No one likes to lose
a member of their team.

I knew it was coming.

I just hope he reads the small print.

Might be better if he didn't.

He'll be with Uncovered
for six months at most.

It's not that we don't want him,

it's that Entertainment want him more.

He's a face now, and that increases
his value to them.

The irony is the more he's worth to
them, the less choice he'll have.

They're a brand.

What shall we eat?

You're delighted?

- No.
- You're composing my obituary already.

No.

Not quite yet.

- It's bloody brilliant.
- Is it?

- You don't sound very sure.
- I'm not.

If you really want to convince me...

Do you know what The Hour can do
with the money they spend on you?

You're a very expensive racehorse

and now we can buy two geldings.
I've already talked to Randall about it.

You bastard!

What, were you expecting
some kind of lament?

I will not lament a man who has a long
road of selling Brylcreem ahead of him.

You'll make a bloody fortune.

- Evening, girls.
- Evening, Mr Cilenti.

Let's pick it up tonight, yes?
Give them something to remember.

All right, Ms Delaine? Good girl.

Ooh!

Sorry, I was just trying out
some flan cases.

Thank you.

I like to tidy up myself
at the end of the night.

Make sure everything is in order.

Ah! So I thought Caprice

but Alistair said
we'd never get a table

but I said call and say my name
and voilà, table at 8:00.

Darling, I can't. I have to work late.

Of course.

I'll take a taxi. Really, it's fine.

Come with me, if you like.

- Where are you going?
- El Paradis.

Freddie thinks there's a story.

I'm sure.

Oh, Christ, Marnie. It's work.

Freddie's waiting in the car.

If I'm going to step
into that club again,

I'd rather it was with my wife.

- Right. Don't wait up.
- Hector.

Do they serve dinner? I'm starving.

- You were a fantastic drunk.
- It has been said.

I'm too old to change.

Why not drink?
We might all die tomorrow.

But I don't want to die without
knowing what happened to her.

They'll find her.

Why didn't you just let
me sleep, Randall?

Why did you have to come
back and wake me up?

- Give me hope?
- Hope is all we have.

Randall.

That's a start.

Smile for the camera?

Betcha I getcha very soon

It won't take a shiny moon...

- Good evening, Mr Cilenti.
- Mr Lyon. Mr Madden.

You find us a little subdued
this evening, Mrs Madden.

A terrible tragedy. You might have read?

- Yes.
- We lost one of our girls.

- Yes, I'm so sorry.
- Please.

Some might think it respectful
after such a death

to close the club for a night,
Mr Cilenti.

And then where would
all my guests go?

We'd miss you so, Mr Lyon,
if you were gone.

When are you going to invite me
to dinner, Mrs Madden?

Oh, veal escalope with capers on
the side and for dessert...

No dessert, uh...

Oh, quel dommage.

I'm afraid we only have
this corner table.

We'll be fine.

- What are you doing with this man?
- Everything.

A dangerous place for foreigners,
don't you think? The streets of London?

I wouldn't know, as a British citizen.

Enjoy your night.

Freddie. What exactly do we do
when we find Castlecore?

Don't know yet.

Maybe I will when we find out
who they are.

There's one or
two familiar faces.

Please, ma'am.

- Thanks.
- You just need to keep smiling.

Jane couldn't sleep last night.
She has nightmares.

She wakes bolt upright and I have to sit
with her until she falls back to sleep.

She says, "Where shall we go
when the bomb drops, Daddy?

"Shall we go under the stairs?"

And I always say,
"The bomb won't drop, darling,

"because the nice men at Westminster

"will have their finger
on the button first.

"The bad men wouldn't dare."

You should have told Jane that when
the bomb drops we won't know.

- I need to be somewhere.
- I'm sorry?

I need to be somewhere else.
May I have my coat, please?

- Now?
- Yes. I'm so sorry, now.

I need to be with Freddie.
He needs me...

Mr Lyon.

Is all we have
now that you've peeled Hector away.

- Great. You are angry.
- No, I'm not, I'm really not.

I just... I can't do this.
I can't be this.

Yes, you can. There's more
to life than chasing history.

No, there isn't.

The truth is something
you don't have to lie about.

You should have told Jane
that we need time to press the button.

That's the point. That's the idiot lie.

There isn't time. It's now.

Minister for Trade to the left.

Oh, he's a frightful bore.
Got stuck next to him at a dinner once.

Outspoken critic of everything,

thinks we give too much to pensions
and not enough to education.

Cites the American model
as inspirational. Pro-nuclear.

Is that Lawson to his right?
Undersecretary to...

Foreign Office.

Tufnell's here.

If McCain's right,
we're en route to Castlecore.

I don't know what anyone's
talking about.

The trick is to make it
look like you do.

Watch where he sits.

- Nice table.
- Who's he waiting for?

...the merry-go-round...

Will you excuse me?
I must go to the ladies'.

It's lavender scented. Good for a cold.

Bel.

- I knew you'd come.
- Don't wear that one out.

You're very pretty.

Thank you.

Why did you accuse my husband?
Was it revenge?

Because I'll give you a little tip.
Success is the best revenge.

It really is. You shouldn't waste
yourself on anything else.

You're too pretty for it.

Miss Rowley,

- may I help you?
- Oh, I was just looking for the ladies'.

Let me show you. Please.

It's good to see you again.

You know, I watch you ladies
primping and preening

and I often ask myself,
"What's it for?"

Because underneath all that lipstick
and perfume, flesh and bone,

you women are all the same.

Showgirls and whores.

Bel!

We are on a stakeout.

- He's watching us.
- Calm.

Oh!

Hector. Good evening. Marnie.
Mr Lyon. Miss Rowley. All here.

We are.

- May I introduce Vera?
- Hello.

- Vera.
- Hi, Vera.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Lovely.

Perhaps you would like to go
and be seated, my dear?

Splendid.

Angus, I thought you'd
give this place a wide berth.

Well, you know thing with El Paradis.

You are no one unless you are here.

And when one wants to be photographed,

perhaps with some new
young lady friend,

this is quite simply
the best place to be.

I do hope you've had some
luck with Castlecore.

Angus. Who is Castlecore?

You are looking at Castlecore.

- Satchell?
- He's the king of the castle. Excuse me.

War is a game played with a smile.

- Mr Madden. Twice in one day.
- Indeed.

You've met Marnie and the team?

This is the man who gave me
a good pasting

when he wasn't even interviewing me.

Unfortunately, I have decided to say
yes to Uncovered.

I'm very flattered that The Hour
has been chasing me

but felt they were the safer option.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Bingo. Now let's prove he's involved.

I need to get closer in.

- How?
- You'll see.

Good evening, miss?

- Now, sir?
- Not yet.

Your very own secretary, Mr Cilenti.

Yes, take a letter,
Miss Delaine.

They will kill you.

Now.

This is a raid!

Everyone stay where you are!
This is a...

- Bel. Get out now!
- Freddie, no!

- Hector, take everyone out, now!
- Come on!

Freddie!

- Laurie. Laurie.
- Go home.

How dare you? You gutter press.

Stoop down too low, be careful
what you might find, Mr Lyon.

- You thief.
- Murderer.

Mr Lyon. Go home.

Raphael Cilenti, I am arresting
you for living off immoral earnings

and for questioning in relation
to the murder of Miss Rosa Ramirez.

- No Detective Attwood?
- Glasgow. Transferred.

Take him out.

Go! Quickly.

- Hell.
- Yes.

That was scandalous!

It was a conflict of interest, surely.

Satchell. The most pro-nuclear voice
in our cabinet,

blatantly profiteering
from the spoils of the Cold War?

Well, there's your story.

- We can't sell an assumption.
- So we get more evidence.

We get it first and we get it right.

Could you come with me, please?

Miss Delaine, I am arresting you
for soliciting.

I'm going to pick up my bag now

and I'm going to leave out
that back door.

And you're not going to stop me.

My parting gift.

I hope you all go to hell.

We're clear, sir.

Sir?

Give me your stick.

- I don't want to sleep.
- I can't sleep.

- Um, I want to walk.
- What, now?

Yes, I want to walk.
I want to be outside in the cold.

Hector, will you stop the car?
I'll walk from here.

- Well, you can't go on your own.
- I'll walk with you.

Thank you.

8:00 a.m. Tomorrow.
I presume it's your last day?

Read the small print, before you sign.
Promise me you'll do that.

I'm shaking.

If it all ends tomorrow...

Yes?

I don't want to leave
without saying that...

Without saying what?

Um... Oh, let's just walk.

I've put another sheet out
for you. The other one had a hole.

Thank you.

That was quite a night.

- Is it always like that?
- No.

- Not always.
- I understand why you love it so.

- Good night, Marnie.
- Hector.

Do you think you'll be happy?

Do you think it's all
going to be all right?

- Marnie...
- Dotty's right, you know.

You have a face for entertainment.

Don't waste it on earthquakes
in China and...

political whatnot in Guadeloupe.

Everyone thinks so.

- Do they?
- Because in spite of everything,

I do want you to be happy.

Darling, it's too cold to sleep
on the sofa bed tonight.

- Is this all right?
- Yes, darling.