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The members of my Cabinet are here
for one reason and one reason only -

because they are the best people
for the job!

You just keep on climbing,
all the way to the top.

All I want is for you to pass on
any information that comes your way.

Will I be paid?

Er, Barbara, I don't think you've
met my secretary, Sheila Buckley.

I'm afraid, er,

Harold didn't think
you were quite 100%.

This is a mess.
You've got to sort this out.

We seem to have uncovered
some inconsistencies

about your business dealings.

It's the police!

Births never talked to Deaths.
Deaths never talked to Births.

There was no communication
between the two departments.

Where are you going, Dad?
Er, Miami.

How long for?
Only for a few days.

Have a good flight, Mr Carey.

Thank you.

Prime Minister.

I know that members
on both sides of the House

will want to join with me

in sending deepest condolences to
members of Mr Stonehouse's family.

Hear, hear.

'Ah, that's an absolute ripper
from Jeff Thomson!

'It rears up off a length

'and misses the edge
of Mike Denness's bat by a whisker!'

'It is now five days
since the Labour MP John Stonehouse

'disappeared off this beach
in Florida.

'In those five days,

'there's been no indication as to
what might have happened to him.

'At first, it was thought

'Mr Stonehouse may have got
into difficulties and drowned,

'but earlier today
came a dramatic development

'with reports that he may have been
the victim of a Mafia execution.

'According to sources in Miami,
Mr Stonehouse may have become

'unwittingly involved with
the notorious crime syndicate

'in a business deal
that went wrong.'

'In other news, Scotland Yard have
confirmed that they wish to question

'the missing peer, Lord Lucan,

'about the murder
of his children's nanny...'

Mafia? Christ alive!

He's the Member for Walsall North,
not Little Italy.

I've got a Member
of the House of Lords

who's apparently vanished
without trace,

and an MP who seems to have
gone swimming with the fishes.

At this rate, there'll be
nobody left by Christmas.

What are the numbers like, Betty?

Tight, Prime Minister. Very tight.

And that's assuming
there are no abstentions

and the Whips can manage to drag
everyone out of their bath chairs.

Hm.

Christ!

As his secretary,
you must know Mr Stonehouse well.

What sort of recreations
does he have?

Recreations?

Well, he's always been
a very strong swimmer.

It's really the only recreation
he has...

What?
Shh!

'He swam
whenever he had the opportunity,

'and, er, I do know he always
liked to swim out a long way.'

Mum?

Yes, darling?

Is Dad ever going to come home?

I don't know, darling.

We can only pray
that he's all right.

But I don't understand.

No, and I don't understand either.

I...

I don't think any of us do.

But where is he?

He must be somewhere!

Order! Order!

The Ayes to the right, 316.

The Noes to the left, 318.

The Ayes to the right, 316.

The Noes to the left, 318.

The Noes have it! The Noes have it!

Unlock!

If Stonehouse was to remain missing,
if no body is discovered,

it could take several years before
he's officially declared dead.

In theory, he could continue
as an MP in absentia

unless grounds could be found
for disqualifying him.

But what if there's
another general election?

Plainly, that would be a problem.

You're bloody right
it would be a problem!

We'd be asking the voters of
Walsall North to put their crosses

next to someone who is most
probably lying on the ocean floor

having his bones picked clean
by sharks!

Quite understandably, they might
think he's not in much of a position

to represent their interests.

Let me get this straight, Betty.

This government has a majority
the size of my toenail.

We also have an MP
who may or may not be dead,

and who may or may not be
a Soviet spy, for that matter,

but we can't do a damn thing
about it.

At least not unless
his body's found.

Or else he stages
the greatest comeback since Lazarus!

Oh, good afternoon.

I've come about the apartment.

The apartment that was advertised?

The Marriage Of Figaro
by Mozart

'Oh, my Lord!

'I don't think Keith Fletcher
knew anything at all about that!

'Dennis Lillee has knocked his
middle stump clean out of the ground

'and it goes cartwheeling off
towards third man.'

Come in! Come in!

Please!

We're all pals here!

Take a seat.
Thank you.

So, what are you having, mate?

Oh, erm...

I think I'll...

I think I'll have a beer.

Thank you. Very-very kind of you.

Ray. Ray Simpson.

Joe. Joe... Carey.

Welcome, Joe!

You, er, live in Melbourne,
or just passing through?

Just passing through...
Just passing through.

Well, you obviously like your jazz,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.

What sort of stuff do you go for?

What sort of stuff do I go for?
Erm...

Charlie Mingus...

Art "Blakely"...

Thelonious Monk.

Cannonball Adderley.

You know what, Joe?

You're a man after my own heart.

I think we're all partial
to a bit of hard bop here.

Here's to the mighty Cannonball, eh?

Blow, Big Man, blow!

Blow, Big Man, blow.
Come on, then, Joe, get that up you.

Hello.

'It's Barbara.

'I just...

'I just wondered if you'd...
heard anything?'

Nothing at all, I'm afwaid.

It's such a worry.

For you, of course,
and the children.

'Frankly, I can't imagine
what you're going through.'

No, well, er...

I-I didn't really think you...

I'm sorry to have called you
so late.

It's perfectly all right.

Any time.

Good night, Sheila.

'Good night.'

All of you have been so kind

and hospitable to me,

a solitary Pom far from home,

and as a token of my appreciation,
I'd like to buy you all a drink.

Fair play.

Good on you, mate.

Shane, same again for everybody.
Another round, please.

And I think I might be
a little short of cash.

Will you take a cheque?

Barbara, I'm afraid
we have to be realistic about this.

We have to consider the possibility
that John might not be coming back.

I don't know how much you know
about his financial affairs.

Well, he always preferred
to take care of them himself.

Were you aware
of the life insurance policies?

I know he took out
a life insurance policy, yes.

I believe he was advised to
after the last IRA bombing campaign.

Policies?

You mean there-there were more
than one?

Yes.

Well, how many were there?

Five.

Oh, Mr Murray,
I didn't get my newspaper today.

My copy of The London Times.
Will you look into it for me?

I always thought
there was something a bit...

..off about him, you know, Betty.

Always.

I couldn't quite put my finger
on it. Just something a bit...

Off.

Off.

Off.

'In the absence
of any further leads,

'the search has now taken on
an international dimension.'

'Central Police Station?'

Yeah, hello, I'd like
to report a suspicious person.

"My darling Dums..."

Ah!

Good evening, sir.

I'm Inspector John Mackenzie.

This is my colleague,
Acting Inspector Dave Walters.

Mind if we come in, sir?

Please.

So, I understand
you're the tenant here, sir?

Yes, I am.

Is everything all right, Inspector?

Would you mind telling us your name,
please, sir?

My name? Yes.
Er, Joe. Joseph Carey.

That's your real name, is it, sir?

Of course it is!

Would you like to see my passport?

There you are.

You see, we have reason to suppose
that this isn't your real name.

You do?

Well...

Do you? Who do you...?
Who do you think I am?

We believe...

We believe that you are in fact
Richard John Bingham...

..more commonly known as Lord Lucan.

Would you lower your trousers,
please, sir?

Beg your pardon?

Take down your trousers.

All the way down, if you don't mind.

Down a bit.

You can pull 'em up again now.

Ah. Do you mind explaining
what all this is about?

I'm assuming you had
a perfectly good reason

for taking such a keen interest
in my, erm... my thigh?

Our colleagues in Scotland Yard
advised us

that Lord Lucan has a
distinctive scar on his right thigh.

Ah. Right.

Do you know,
perhaps I ought to be flattered

at being mistaken for one
of the members of the aristocracy,

but I think it's, er, perfectly
obvious that I am not Lord Lucan.

And, er, neither,
er, as far as I'm aware,

am I under suspicion
for murdering my children's nanny,

so now that we've cleared
all that up,

I can't see any justification
for you keeping me here any longer.

Have a seat, please, sir.

You see, we've had our eye
on you for a while now, Joe.

Well, I can't think why.

Well, let me try to explain.

You recently opened an account
in the name of Joseph Carey

and you used a cheque
from this account

to pay a bill at an establishment
called...

..Strange Fruit.

What of it?

Well, it's just that, er,
a few days earlier,

you opened another new account,

only this one was in the name
of Ronald Peterson.

How do you explain that, Joe?

We found this in your apartment,
Joe.

From the Shimmering Sands Hotel
in Miami.

Have you recently stayed
at the Miami Shimmering Sands?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Not that it seems
remotely relevant to anything.

Well, only that, er,
there's no record of you...

entering the United States
in your passport.

Oh!

No stamp, no visa, nothing...

I don't... I don't...
I-I don't see any reason,

any reason at all why you... why you
feel the need to delve into my, erm,

personal...
Who's Dums, Joe?

Are you Dums, Joe?

Is that it?

Or are you even Joe... Joe?

Hello, yes?

'It seems that Mr Stonehouse
had been living in Melbourne

'since his disappearance,
having gained entry to Australia

'with a passport he obtained
in the name of a dead constituent.'

Please...

tell me this isn't happening, Betty.

Miss Buckley, can I ask you a few
questions about John Stonehouse?

Miss Buckley, just a few questions.

Miss Buckley,

you must be as surprised as anyone
by Mr Stonehouse's reappearance.

Very surprised, yes,
and very relieved.

If you could say one thing
to Mr Stonehouse, what would it be?

I would send him all my best wishes

and assure him of my loyalty
and fwiendship.

Thank you.

Mr Stonehouse, I'm a psychologist
appointed by the State of Victoria

to assess your mental state.

My mental state?

That's right.

It's clear that you found the life
of an MP particularly demanding,

and as someone with, as you say,
high moral principles,

the constant compromises
and back-biting

plainly took a heavy toll.

Would that be right?

Mr Stonehouse,

I wonder if you've ever heard
of the term "split personality"?

Er... Vaguely... Vaguely.

It's a condition whereby the
sufferer finds himself, or herself,

unable to handle the demands
of their daily life.

All the pressures and stresses.

In an attempt to cope,
to protect themselves,

they create another personality,

a sort of shadow self

who exists alongside
their normal personality.

One famous example
of a split personality would be

in Robert Louis Stevenson's story
of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

They are, of course,
the same person,

living together in the same skin.

Are you familiar with Dr Jekyll
and Mr Hyde?

Yes... Er, yes. Yes, I am, actually.

Very-very much so, in fact.

Hm.

Betty.

'He received the telegram.
He won't resign.'

What do you mean, he won't resign?

Apparently,
he hasn't done anything wrong.

'Hasn't done anything wrong?!'

Ye gods!

We can't have one of our MPs
faking his own death

and then reappearing
on the other side of the world.

Might give the others ideas!

He is our majority, Betty.
He has to be made to see sense.

Preferably with the aid
of a large stick!

'What about his wife?'

Well, it's delicate.

But I can try and reason with her.

See to it, Betty.

Yes?
Mrs Stonehouse.

Barbara.

Naturally,
you'll be wanting to see John.

I understand that at least
one Fleet Street newspaper's

offered to pay your air fare
to Australia.

We also think it's a good idea

if you were to fly out
as soon as possible.

"We"?

The Prime Minister.

Oh, that's very solicitous of him.

Especially as he chose
to overlook my husband

for any ministerial appointments.

Hm.

The party like
to look after their own.

It's even in our constitution.

Oh!

So that's what this is.

I'm sorry?

Well, I-I get it, now.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the Government
now has a majority of just one...

..so you would like me

to fly to Australia
to make sure John plays ball.

Ready, sir?

Darling!

What a wonderful surprise!

Ah.

Put it down there,
thank you, Bill.

Bill's been an absolute godsend.

I don't know what I'd do
without him.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you, Bill.

How are the children?

They're...

as well as can be expected...

..under the circumstances.

I did want to get in touch.

You know, to...

let them know - let you know
that I was all right.

It's just, erm...

..it wasn't really possible
under the circumstances.

What happened, John?

It's not...
It's not an easy thing to explain.

Try.

Well, over the last few months -
years, even...

..I've increasingly felt that the...

..the old John Stonehouse

had ceased to exist
in any meaningful way,

and that all the pressures
that he'd been under

had broken something inside him.

And the longer this went on,

the more it seemed that
the only possible solution

was for him to stop inhabiting
his current shell, as it were,

and be reborn with another identity.

He? The old John Stonehouse?

Exactly so.

But I'm married
to the old John Stonehouse!

I know, darling. I know.

I know.

I can only liken it to, erm...

To what?
Well, I can only...

Well, to-to a...

Jekyll and Hyde type situation.

But wasn't Mr Hyde a... a murderer?

Well, I didn't mean it literally.
No?

Then how did you mean it?

No, I'm... I'm sorry.

I want to be sympathetic.

I do.
I want to be your... your helpmate.

But, John, you let us
believe that you were dead!

For five weeks!

I thought I was a widow,
that the children...

Far, far worse than that -

the children thought
that they had lost their father!

Obviously, er, I regret that
very much, with all my heart.

And what about all the other things?
Do you regret those, too?

Well, I'm aware
that my reputation has

sustained a certain amount
of damage.

A certain amount of damage?!

Do you have any idea of the trouble
you have caused?

Not only the... the mess
you have left the Government in.

You could go to prison, John,
for years. Years and years.

What will that do
to your reputation?

And-and what about the effect
on the children?

How do you think they are going to
like having a jailbird has a father?

You know, m-maybe it was...
Maybe it was me you, er,

you really wanted to get away from -
the old Mrs Stonehouse.

God, no!

No, of course not!

That was the last thing on my mind.

I love you.

Surely you must know that.

Look, I...

I still don't understand.

John, if you were under
so much pressure, such disillusion,

why didn't you just say something?

Darling, I want to answer
your questions -

your perfectly reasonable questions,

but I have been advised...

by a psychologist,

a very eminent woman, incidentally,

that I should not
dwell too much on what's happened,

that I shouldn't churn up
too much mental mud,

as it were, because, apparently,

there's a real danger
of it triggering a, erm...

..a...

A what?
A relapse.

'The by-election defeat
leaves the Government

'in a more precarious position
than ever.

'In the absence of John Stonehouse,

'the Labour Party now
has no clear majority

'and is facing calls
for a vote of no confidence

'in the House of Commons.'

'Telegram is to go
to Sheila Buckley.'

Hm-mm.

At 151 Castlereagh Mansions,
London SW1.

Yes.
And the message reads as follows:

"Come soonest, stop. Bail granted,
but situation delicate, stop.

"Charge ticket to JT Stonehouse
Global Initiatives, stop.

"All my love, Dums."
How many words is that?

21. It's cheaper if you can
keep it down to 20 or less.

'Much love, Dums.'

Prime Minister?

Yes, Betty?

It's about the Member for Barnsley.

Old Melvyn?

What's he been up to?

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Where are we going?

My lawyer has
very kindly provided us

with this splendid new motor
for the duration of my bail,

and a place to stay. A safe house.

A safe house?
Isn't that what spies use?

It's only an expression, darling.
Drive on, please.

Oh! Oh.

How marvellous to see you both!

Been a bit of a mad wush,
I'm afwaid,

but I've tried to make it
as homely as possible.

They call this stuff Weety Bites,

but, really,
it's exactly like Weetabix,

just with the corners left on.

There was the most extraordinary
racket last night.

Did either of you hear that?

Some native creature stirring
in the undergrowth, no doubt.

No...

Did you hear it, Sheila?

I can't say I did.
No.

I slept like a log, I'm afwaid.

Your bedroom
faces the other way from us,

so I dare say
that makes a difference.

I might go and have a lie-down.

The... jet lag.

Of course.

For some weason, it doesn't seem
to have affected me.

I can't think why.

Can I bring you anything?

No, no. I can manage on my own.

What's going on?
I don't understand.

Everything is fine.
Trust me and be patient.

I thought we were going
to be together! The two of us!

It's just a few details to iron out,
that's all. I promise.

Everything is completely
under control!

Hello, darling.

Well, I suppose what happened to me

can best be summed up as...
a brainstorm.

A brainstorm that I'm convinced
was brought on

by the pressures
of my political career.

You see, increasingly,
I came to feel that...

I came to feel that I was shackled,
so to speak,

to the wheel of a chariot,

er, and as the wheel turned,
so the spikes dug in, slowly,

draining me of blood...

Fine Christmas present
he turned out to be!

Brainstorm, my arse.

Apologies, Betty.

And what's all this
chariot nonsense?

Sounds like something
out of Ben-Hur.

It gets worse, I'm afraid,
Prime Minister.

So far, Mr Stonehouse has
applied to eight countries

for political asylum,
including Sweden, Mauritius,

Tanzania and Bangladesh.

He's also delivered a handwritten
petition to Government House,

calling on the Queen
to afford him safe passage

should he be forced
to return to the UK.

Oh, she's going to love that!

Oh, that will really make her day!

Well, I doubt if she'll have time
to read the whole thing.

Mr Stonehouse insisted on
unrolling this petition out

on the floor of Government House,
all... five foot, six inches of it.

Do you believe him, Betty?

This... brainstorm of his?

Well, it seems remarkably convenient
under the circumstances.

Bloody right, it does!

On the other hand...

What?

Well, would anyone in their
right mind really behave like this?

He could be howling at the moon,
for all I care!

But I'll tell you one thing, Betty,
without him, we're stuffed.

Can you get me the Australian
High Commissioner, please?

Alan? Er...

Yes, and to you. And to you.

Alan, I've got a little favour
I need to ask of you.

These are egg and cress,
while these are ham and mustard.

Lovely!

Ah.

Mm!

What is it, darling?

Have one of these,
they are awfully good.

There are some sausage wolls,
if you prefer?

Barbara?

No, I wouldn't "pwefer".

Thank you.

Please, Barbara, don't spoil it.

I'm sorry, but which John Stonehouse
am I talking to?

I get so confused.

I thought we'd agreed
not to discuss that.

No, you told me
not to talk about it.

That was your decision, not mine,

and that's rather different,
isn't it?

You see it, it occurs to me
that throughout all this,

you've never thought
about your family.

You've never thought about us.

You've only ever thought about
yourself and what suited you.

And I-I... I understand you,
you know,

you lost your old identity...
I mean, at least, I think I do.

But did you lose your conscience
along the way?

Did you...? Did you lose your sense
of what's right and what's wrong?

Barbara, I told you,
I can't discuss that.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Yes, that-that's your
finer feelings, of course

Couldn't we all just...?

Just what?

Be nice?

No.

No, I don't think we could.

Do you really think
we haven't been here before?

Over and over and over again.

And he always comes back to me.

Every time.

Barbara, please... Please...

Except the difference is,
this time, is that, like you,

I'm beginning to see things
much more clearly.

The scales have fallen from my eyes,
as they say.

Not that I have scales on my eyes,
of course.

I'm not sure what does.

Something cold-blooded, I suppose.

Mm. You're right.

These are awfully good.

Oh, for God's sake, Barbara!

Leave me alone, Barbara. Stay back.

I'm warning you, Barbara!

Just leave me alone, all right?

If you don't leave me alone, I'll...

What? What will you do?

Go on, tell me.

What, end it all?

You do love your melodramatic
gestures, don't you, John?

Well, go on, then!

What?
Well, you've died once already,

so you've had some practice.

Maybe this time,
you'll make a better job of it!

John Stonehouse.

I have an order for your extradition
to the United Kingdom

to face 15 charges of forgery,
theft and fraud.

Sheila Buck...

Sheila Buckley, I also have
an order for your extradition

to face five charges of theft.

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