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The newsreels are dead.

We've bored the public for too long.

Give me this opportunity
and I'U prove it.

-(PENCIL LEAD SNAPS)
-Oh.

Thank you.
Of course, I'll need an assistant.

Two minutes, Mr Lyon.

But may I say one more thing?

You haven't seen my best yet.

He needs to be more on mic.

Track in on caption three,

-then lock off.
-(RECORDING BELL RINGS)

Stand by, studio.

WOMAN: Mr Lyon.
FREDDIE: Cue grams.

WOMAN: Five seconds.

Five,

four...
-JOHNNY: Yes, I'm ready.

...three, two, one.

-Cue Johnny.
-And here they are,

the debutantes of 1956.

-Roll newsreel.
-Young ladies of distinction

enjoying a day at Royal Ascot.

And one young woman in particular

has caught the eye
of a certain leading man,

actor Adam Le Ray.

Engagement looks set
for the honourable Ruth Elms,

daughter of Lord Elms of Framlingham,

to this eligible young bachelor.

All of London society awaits
the peal of wedding bells.

Cue telecine.

And now, here is a summary

of the news from abroad.

Did you get it?

-We got it.
-Producer?

-Foreign Desk.
-(LAUGHING) Bravo.

I haven't told Freddie yet.

Good luck.

JOHNNY: In Egypt, election victory
for the Arab nationalist.

Colonel Gamal Abdel Nasser.

Here he is with Prime Minister
Anthony Eden

during last year's visit to Cairo,

where they discussed the future
of the Suez Canal Company.

And that is the end of the news
and newsreel from Alexandra Palace.

Goodnight.

And thanking you, gentlemen and Alice,

for another fascinating evening.

May you go home once again
happy in the knowledge

that we have delivered
the important news of the day

with the same brisk banality
as a debutante coming out in Mayfair.

(CHUCKLING)

Three,

two,

one.

-DOORMAN: Good evening, madam.
-Good evening.

(INAUDIBLE)

Tutankhamen did somewhat
neglect his duties as a son,

so you see? Even the Pharaohs
failed to write to their mothers.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And on that note,
papers in by Friday, please.

Any late papers will be returned
to you unread, be warned.

(DIALLING)

Hello, Operator? Put me through
to Bloomsbury 7428.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Darling, our guests are arriving.

Lipstick. I left my lipstick in the...

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

-Impeccable as ever, Johnny.
-Thank you.

-Moneypenny.
- (RECORDING BELL RINGS)

James. Friday's running order.
Next time do it yourself,

I am not your secretary.

-Night.
-(BELL RINGING)

And what of tomorrow, Mr Wengrow?

I'm gunning for Kennedy
for the VP nom, but who knows?

A new hat for the Queen Mother?

A rare sow with 20 in her litter?

Mr Lyon. Tonight, the Claringdon.

You're covering the engagement.

-How could I forget, Georgie?
-Who's getting married?

-Just another debutante.
-Night, George.

-How was I?
-Bit slow on that last cue.

Nice watch.
Does the broker know it's missing?

-Banker.
-Please, the details of your love life

-do not interest me at all.
-(CHUCKLING)

Where did you dine?

Sheekey's. We had oysters

and afterwards he took
me to the theatre.

Dinner, then the theatre.
I do love a man who plans.

That way around no one goes
to sleep on a full stomach.

Can I cadge a lift?

Eight letters, 14 down.

"Treacherous foe in bad
or in good faith.”

Something O something F something D.

Bona fide.

Ready?

-We are calcifying in television news.
-Agreed.

Hell, martial law may have
been imposed in Poland

but we've got footage of Prince Rainier
on honeymoon with his showgirl.

And hallelujah,
they're dining with the Queen.

We are the nightly dose of reassurance

that everything's all right
with the world.

-Agreed, agreed.
-Because some edict sent down

from God-knows-who is telling us
what we broadcast

and how we broadcast.
We are going to escape.

Yes, but Freddie...

Don't worry, Moneypenny.

I'll put in a good word for you.
You're coming with me.

(INAUDIBLE)

(WALTZ PLAYING)

(TRAIN CLATTERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(GRUNTING)

(GUESTS MURMURING)

(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

(CHOKING)

(CHOKING, BLOOD POURING)

(TRAIN ENTERING STATION)

Freddie, this new programme.

It's everything we've been waiting for.

Working together. It's exciting.

But I need to talk to you
before your interview.

-Stay and have a drink with me?
-And miss all the fun?

You stay here and wait for your banker.

- (LIFT BELL DINGS)
-But I warn you,

he'll be late. They're always late.

If he's still not here by 9:00,
come and find me.

Just try to keep a clear head.

You're impossible!

Good evening, gentlemen. Shall we?

Ladies and gentleman,
it's truly wonderful to be able

to share our engagement
with so many loved ones.

Lord and Lady Elms,
it's an honour and a privilege

to be joining this eminent family.

And so without further ado,
I ask you to raise your glasses

to my beautiful fiancée.

(CROWD MURMURING APPROVINGLY)

And we both look forward
to seeing you a week on Saturday.

And do let's keep our fingers crossed
and hope the sun shines.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Ruth and Adam.

ALL: Ruth and Adam.

(GLASS CLUNKS ON TABLE)

-You hiding?
-No.

Yes. I hate parties.

And I'd just written,
"The newly engaged,

"honourable Miss Elms was glowing."

-Hello, Freddie.
-Miss Elms.

Would you like to comment?

Yes, if you pour me
another one of those.

How old are you now? 20? 21?

Old enough.

I was 10 when you left.

Well, congratulations.

I wish you...the absolute best.

"A conspiracy is nothing but a secret
agreement of a number of men

“for the pursuance of policies
which they dare not admit in public.”

You wrote that.

Actually, Mark Twain did but...

Damn!

Tilt your head.

Pinch the bridge.

I'm sorry.

It's only a handkerchief.

(WHISPERING) You see it,
don't you, Freddie?

You always have.

(DOOR OPENING)

There you are, darling.

Good night, Miss Elms.

(CHUCKLES)

God, you're drunk.

Not nearly enough.

Would you like to take
the lady's coat, sir?

I'm sure she'll pick it up later.

-MAN: Hello?
-It's just me, Dad.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON TV)

Good day, Frederick?

There you are.

You should have the light on.

Mrs B not been in?

-Washing up's still in...
-(CLICKING SWITCH)

What are you watching?

The only thing wrong with her
is her weight.

You should see her now.
Blimey, she's enormous!

-Did you see the news tonight?
-Usual rubbish.

-How's that nice girl?
-Miss Rowley?

She's...fine.

Look, will you leave it to me
for a day or two?

I want to give it a bit of thought,
you know, chew it over.

RECEPTIONIST: Good morning,
Broadcasting House.

One moment, please.

8:30. I said 8:30.

Don't mix single malt with Martini.

Oh, wonderful.

Frederick Lyon to see the Director
of Programmes, please.

-Of course.
-I brought the manifesto.

That was written years ago
when we were very drunk.

You were drunk. I was sober.

-(SCOFFING)
-You put three Ts in topicality.

-Seventh floor, please.
-Thank you.

Freddie...

Do you think I should start
with the Marx quote?

-Freddie, you really need to focus.
-I know. You're right.

Don't want to scare
them off straight away.

-Not when one is looking to run...
-It doesn't have a name yet.

This changing face
of television news programme

hasn't got a name yet.

I'd pitch hard on balancing London news
with the provinces.

It's important that they know you're
interested in stories

-in Bradford, Manchester, Leeds.
-Why?

-Because you need to show them...
-Show them what?

That you're familiar
with the demands of Home Affairs.

That's your job.

You need to keep your options open.

Moneypenny, your eyes look piggy
when you lie.

I'm the producer.

The new programme.
Clarence wants me to be the producer.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(GIGGLING)

Right. You produce, I'll present.

- (LIFT BELL DINGS)
-Bel, Freddie, there you are.

-Now, breathe, Freddie.
-Clarence?

He's waiting, but he has
a packed day. Later.

We speak in full sentences,

we listen, and we don't try
any funny stuff.

-Yes, right.
-Your reputation goes before you.

The good I have been able to confirm,

the bad was youthful recklessness,

which in your more mature years
you have left behind.

-Clarence, I can...
-Freddie, this is my programme.

It's very important
that I get the right team

and that you are part of it.

Ditch the manifesto.

Bel told me.

Top button.

Thirteen minutes, 36.8 seconds.

Remarkable!

There.

There. Ballsed it, top of the frame,
bloody boom.

How did we run that?

I want two men at Lord's
next week to film Jim Laker.

One to hold the camera, the other
to keep the bloody boom out of sight.

-You play?
-Yes.

No. Do I need to?

I like football.

-Which team?
-Derby County.

-My mother was born...
-So, not really.

You have something
to do with natural history.

Heard a rumour they're setting
up a unit somewhere in the BBC.

I'm a big fan of animals.

Clarence tells me
you're a brilliant journalist.

Give me tomorrow's news.

Well, a lot can happen in 24 hours.

Eisenhower looks like
he'll run for another term,

but that's obvious.

I'm more interested in the underdog.

Rumour has it that the young Mr Kennedy
is a contender for the Vice Presidential

Democratic nomination.
But in newsreels, we don't do scoops.

Let me guess. Accounts?

Researcher. You're flying out
with a crew to the Amazon Monday.

Something like that.

Do you take sugar?

That's a pretty blouse.

So, 60 minutes. Six days to get
it together, seventh day it's out there.

Three slots. Tell me how it looks.

At the top,
New Commonwealth immigration.

Seventy-five thousand people
arriving here every year

from the colonies.
But what does that really mean?

Martin Luther King gives
a public address in San Francisco.

The birth of the new negro,
one who is not crippled by fear

and self-loathing,
but driven by dignity and destiny.

But we don't even challenge the fact

that in every hotel window
we still, without shame,

say, "No Coloureds, No Irish."

Second story, Macmillan
and the credit squeeze, obviously.

The third?

Thirteen minutes,
38.6 seconds is a good story.

(CHUCKLING) You've got a boom
tracking in every shot.

Seeing him cross that finishing
line is the thing.

It makes it more real. Seeing the boom.

It's the mechanics
of how we bear witness.

Because that's what we do,
what one tries to do.

Reveal fleeting moments
of history, not with apology,

not as it is now,
endless static newsreel,

a man who never leaves his desk,
delivering the story

as if it's the dry, five-minute
warm-up act to Hancock's Half Hour.

Of course, we all want to be entertained

but while we're all busy laughing,

Russia's aligning its missiles
and declaring World War III.

It has to be the hour
that you can't miss.

The hour you have to see.

Putting real journalists
in front of the camera

is sending out the message
that you take news seriously.

So you see yourself in front
of the camera, Mr Lyon?

I never understand women and magazines.

They only ever buy them
for the pictures.

You're so right.
And those things called novels.

Impossible, so many words...

This is where I ask you for a drink.

Sorry, I have to pack for South America.

FREDDIE: Is this some kind of joke?

Home Affairs?

House of Lords garden parties

and outbreaks of foot
and mouth in Keswick?

The audacity to even think you
could present this programme!

-He asked for my opinion.
-And you gave it, very eloquently,

including telling him to stuff it!

This is your fault.
I said talk to him, calm him down.

I said he's a risk, he's always
a bloody risk. But you said no.

You don't lead the story,
the story leads you, Freddie.

First rule of news, hmm?

Well, maybe you're better off
where you are.

Two minutes.

You're not in accounts, are you?

No.

Mr Lyon, I'm a big fan of your work.

How exactly? I mean, which bit

of my work?

Freddie...

Mr Madden, my apologies,
this is Miss Rowley.

Yes, I know exactly who Miss Rowley is.

May I introduce you to the face
of our new programme?

If you'd like to come this way.

Christ, he's charming as well.

Freddie...

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

How could you do that?

How could you not warn me
what I was being interviewed for?

If you would just listen to me...

And I thought it was so sweet that
you wanted to meet me beforehand.

It's still Home Affairs.
You're still part of the team,

and it's the team
that Clarence believes in.

What? You and me and Gregory Peck?

What is he? Oxford educated?

Well, at least you're
with your own kind.

Oh, of course. You find him attractive.
You're pathetic.

It's you who said you were
calcifying in newsreels.

Do you seriously want to die there?

The last job I got you,
you nearly closed us down

because you accused the then
Minister of Trade of accepting bribes!

-He had, he was.
-(LIFT BELL DINGS)

(QUIETLY) Clarence has championed
you since day one.

(SIGHING)

He was giving you an opportunity and you
have just thrown it back in his face.

You could be even more brilliant
than you know

but you just have to ruin it.

A new programme, a new era.

(SIGHING)

And they want me as producer.

They're humouring you.

They don't want a woman.

(CHUCKLING) A woman
is difficult, hysterical.

And you can never really
find one who will ever stay.

A couple more years,
you'll probably want a baby.

-Oh, don't speak!
-And even if they don't say that

to your face,
that's what they're thinking.

Anything else is just your vanity
making you believe...

What?

That I can do it?
That I can actually do this?

Watch me.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Mmm, Lyon.

George wants to bump
the Vice Presidential nomination

-for the Duke of Edinburgh.
-Not guilty!

Mr Wengrow is on Royal duty.

He does look very smart on his horse.

Copy in by 4:00, ladies
and gentlemen, copy in by 4:00.

Oh, a doctor's been seen
arriving at Downing Street.

Apparently Eden's unwell again.

Well, you know where rumour gets us.

And Cairo?

Well, I'm covering the bobsleigh
at Bergen and then I'm...

What to you is rumour, to the rest
of the world is foresight, George.

Have you done your copy
for the Elms' engagement yet, Mr Lyon?

Not remotely.

You know, I have any number
of men who would happily

fill your post, Mr Lyon.

Is that a threat?

4:00. No Eden, no Cairo.

LIX: Don't sulk, spoils your face.

They could at least
offered me Foreign Affairs.

-Already taken.
-You?

Traitor. I want my desk back.

(CHUCKLING) As I recall,
I won this desk.

You've got absolutely no poker face.

Mr Lyon, there's a lady to see you.
She said you're old friends.

Nice coat.

Mother hates it. I wear it to annoy her.

One needs to find tiny acts
of rebellion where one can.

Is this a joke?

That's funny.

Most people think I'm too serious.

But I find it very serious indeed,

the world.

-You have grown up.
-Oh, don't patronise me.

Why didn't you ever reply to my letters?

It didn't matter. I've kept up
with what you're doing.

Read your odd articles.

FREDDIE: That makes you quite unique.

I even found a short story
you wrote in The Listener.

Which I may add, was not very good.

Though I suppose the novel is perhaps
still the last domain of the free mind.

Where they can't tell you
what to think, what to say.

That and art, I suppose.

They? Who are they?
What are you talking about?

They!

They are everywhere.

Here in this building,
out on the street, in your office.

They even control what you write.

Have you heard of Peter Darrall?

He's... He was

one of the leading political
minds this country had.

He was killed last night.

It will be reported
in the evening papers as a robbery.

It wasn't.
There will be no investigation.

Even those who loved him the most
will be told to forget him.

They will weave a web of deceitful lies.

You think it's ridiculous?

I wish it were.

I want you to find out
why he was murdered.

Go to the police.

-I'm not the right person.
-Yes, you are.

You think you live in a democracy.

You think this country stands
for freedom of speech.

It does not.

No, I'll make my own way out.

(WHISPERING) They will kill me
if they know I'm talking to you.

Man...stabbed.

North London.
Came in this morning, did anyone see it?

Peter, his name was Peter something.

-Did he forgive you?
-Who?

Mr Lyon. You really
should have told him, you know.

He's a big boy.

You found one another.

Douglas is on his way.

(BABY CRYING)

All right, Charlie? Here you are.

No.

Suspected robbery came in last night.

(BABY CRYING)

OFFICER: Come on. Let's be up with you.

FREDDIE: You been frightening babies?

Plainclothes were in an hour ago.

Alexis Storm will be heading
the Foreign Desk.

-She covered the...
-Spanish Civil War in Madrid.

Broke the news in '40 that the British
troops had arrived in France.

She has an extensive network
of stringers all through Europe,

the Middle East and Africa.

I'm presuming that you've
resolved the issue of the home desk?

There are a number
of faces in the frame.

-Clarence...
-Can we have the claret?

I realise Freddie wasn't
at his best this morning.

You don't need him.

-He is passionate.
-He's dangerous.

There's that very nice chap
on that Sunday news review.

-He might be an idea.
-No.

Freddie is infuriating and outspoken,

but he sees the extraordinary
in the ordinary.

I truly believe we need him.

I need him to make the programme
the best that it can be.

And what is that?

The world that Freddie sees.

A train crash, a labour strike.

Freddie will be somewhere away
from all the other journalists

talking to the last person
that should matter

but that is the story that matters
most to ordinary people.

He finds them.

-Douglas.
-Clarence.

I hope you ordered for me. Please.

-How many men?
-Five.

MI5?

Box 850, governor says.

SIS.

You know you're someone when MI6
come to pay their respects.

Did they do this?

Someone was looking for something.

There's £15 in here.
Wasn't much of a robbery.

Unless they stole his last cigarette.

Five minutes, we're done. Hmm?

Yes, we're done.

(ALL LAUGHING)

McCain's in.

One of Eden's press minions.

Christ, he's coming over.

Leave it to me.

So this is how Westminster
feeds you, hmm?

Clarence. What a gathering we have here!

-And Mr Madden.
-Yes.

Oh, Miss Rowley.

You did that lovely piece,
At Home With Lady Eden.

My friends so enjoyed that.

Is Prime Minister Eden in good health?

Yes, he is. Thank you.

Only I heard he'd been unwell again.

Such maternal instincts, I do think
you're rather wasted in news.

I was hoping to see you today.

Michael very keen to have a word.

Pandit Nehru is coming to town.

Barton's been on the phone
banging on at me for weeks

about having an interview. "No,"
I said, "Sorry, BBC has first dibs."

(DOUGLAS CHUCKLING)

Yes, are we celebrating?

We're launching a topical
news programme.

Oh! Good, marvellous.
Yes, does it have a name yet?

DOUGLAS: Working on it.

Mr Madden will present it,
Clarence at the helm

and Miss Rowley is the producer.

Oh, that must have been a surprise.

What a coup, Miss Rowley.

Douglas, I must introduce
your team to...

It's the mackintosh.

You left it on the table.

Thank you.

How about a brandy to celebrate?

Well, I'd love to but beyond
that door, women are not allowed.

(SIGHING)

What is it about you men?

You always need a tiny corner
where we can't quite reach you.

Then we'll have to take you elsewhere.

Come on, I'm good
at smuggling contraband.

(PIANO PLAYING SOFTLY)

This is highly illegal.

That's what makes it
so much more enjoyable.

How can you bear that man
talking to you like that?

It'd be foolish to make an enemy of
anyone close to government, Mr Madden.

Hector.

(CLINKING GLASSES)

Hero of Troy.

Father with pretensions of a scholar.

And mother?

Oh, she died. When I was 10.

I've been out long enough.

-Some of us have work to do.
-So it's true what they say?

You work twice as hard as any man
and none is half as good as you.

I enjoy the company of men.

Is it true you covered McCarthy's
Lincoln Day speech?

With a tape recorder that didn't work.

(CHUCKLING)

I don't believe you're prepared
to give up this job for Mr Lyon.

I think you'll do whatever it takes.

Take the afternoon off.

You'll be out by the end
of the week, anyway.

I hope you're not going to be
this lax when I'm your producer.

Talk to Mr Lyon.

I intend to.

He doesn't listen to anyone but himself.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

This shouldn't be open.

They told me it was going
to be kept locked.

They?

I have an appointment with Mr Darrall.

Oh, Professor Darrall
sadly passed away last night.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

-You knew him?
-No, but I hoped to.

If you'd like to talk to the bursar...

Was he married?

Professor Darrall?

No, I don't believe so.

Tragic.

Apparently, it was a robbery.

You've spoken to the police?

Well, I'm sure it will
be in the afternoon press.

All right, sir?

Um, do you recognise this man?

He works near here.

Yeah, came in last night,
just as I was closing up.

He didn't have no change.

I told him he could pay me tomorrow,
but he insisted I take this as security.

It seemed a bit much
for a packet of smokes.

And the thing is,
that he didn't come back.

Orchids.

You should to talk to your banker.

They really are an awful cliché.

George...

George!

You know I'm leaving, don't you?

What?

If I'm about to lose two
of my best journalists,

then I'm entitled to feel a little sore.

You're a big girl, Bel,
so I'll tell you this for nothing.

I know, because there
are no secrets in this place.

You'll have your strings
yanked like the rest of us.

-No, George.
-You'll see.

There you are, Georgie.

An eminent professor is found
with his throat cut

and it's reported as robbery.

No inquest, no search for suspects.

Every seam in his suit has been cut.
MIG visited the mortuary.

Missed your slot, programme's filled.

When does MI6 visit the body
of a robbery victim?

They won't even answer my questions.

Why should they? Ha! They're MI6.

What? And we should
never challenge that?

He still had his wallet and his watch.

Give me another 24 hours and I
know I can follow it up, George.

Though I share your desire
to live in the pages

of an Ian Fleming novel, Mr Lyon,

I prefer to keep my life
separate from a work of fiction.

No, this is happening now, right now,

outside this building,
down on those streets,

in this world and we are doing
a disservice to the public to deny it!

You won't run this,

but you'll run footage
of Ruth Elms smiling at her engagement.

No, the film blew.
That and the bobsleigh, both gone.

Eddie thinks there's something
wrong with the machine.

For God's sake, George, have you had
a single original thought in your life?

Do you want to die knowing
you were always a yes man?

If you'll excuse me, I have
a news programme to get out.

You know, more people watch
The Sooty Show than us, George.

You're sacked!

Accepted.

Freddie...

Buzz off, Moneypenny.

It is true, I am asking myself
why I am doing this.

Especially as it is you
who should be apologising to me.

But that's what you do
when you believe in someone.

You let me go in there...

I should have told you.
I'm sorry, but Home Affairs is...

Not presenter. Not good enough.

But most of all not here.
Don't you want to get out?

Who else is going to have you?

You know some nice girl
needs to rescue you.

Who?

There's only ever been you.

And you're not even that nice.

All right. You sit here,

pulling apart some stupid cigarette
case, when next week you could be...

Before, it was an offer I declined,

now it's a pity post,
which I just can't...

-Won't.
-No.

And don't ask again, because quite
frankly it's getting very tedious,

your inability to stand
on your own two feet.

But I suppose one should
expect that from you.

I mean, for all your strong talk,
Moneypenny,

you really are quite hopeless,
aren't you?

You want to be oh so independent,
but you just can't quite cut it alone.

Why else do you throw yourself
at such unavailable men?

Bravo.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Yes?

Nothing. They've reported nothing.

I'm sorry, but...

You were stupid to ask me to help you

and I was even more stupid
to think that I could.

Are you still there?

Ruthie?

Never give up, Freddie. Never.

If it's something
you truly care about, believe in,

then you have to keep kicking back.

Let the rest of them
give up if they must but...

If that is being a grown-up,

I'd rather stay 21 forever.

(HANGS UP)

Ruthie?

OPERATOR: Sir, could you please hang up?

Could you tell me where this call
is being made from, please?

The Claringdon Hotel, sir.

Jerry.

Bel and I are leaving in five minutes.

Stop being such a coward.

When I was in France,
there were these men I'd...

Hmm, I'd loosely call them journalists,
but they were never at the front.

They never stuck their head
above the parapet.

They were terrified of being shot.

Yet they wrote some of the best
battle reportage that I've ever read.

Filched most of it from us, and what
they didn't know, they'd make up.

But you're not one of them.

And you'll never truly know,
will you, Freddie?

Unless you stick your neck out
and get yourself a little bit muddy.

Come on, jump. I dare you.

-Coming for a drink?
-FREDDIE: Already drunk.

But I don't smoke.

Save it for later.

I wondered if you could
have a look at this, Mr Lyon?

I'd really appreciate your opinion.

"The tradition of Freedom of the City
of London dates back

"to the 13th century,
when it attracted privileges,

"including being allowed to go about
the city with a drawn sword."

-Did George ask you to write this?
-Mmm.

It's very, um...

It's very, um...

-Nice and clear.
-It's... It's boring?

-Yes.
-I thought so.

You forgot your lamp.

That's just a piece of tat
I picked up somewhere.

April 1952, your birthday.

-I bought it from John Lewis.
-A yellow desk light.

Just what every girl needs.

-Isaac! In.
-What are you doing?

Oh, I thought we'd
come along for the ride.

Douglas has invited us for drinks
at Lime Grove Studios.

-Oh, goody.
-Children, there will be tears.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON TV)

MAN ON TV: This is a high-class joint,
but everywhere...

POSH WOMAN: And I think that after all,
one must remember

the extraordinary things that one's
parents and grandparents did,

all their latest crazes.

Thank you.

Shall we leave our things over here?

ISAAC: I think that will be all right.

(LIX AND ISAAC TALKING, INDISTINCT)

What? Falling at the first hurdle?

You can do this job standing
on your head, Moneypenny.

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Not me, not George,
not your stupid bloody banker.

You're the best man for the job
and you know it.

Is that your idea of an apology?

After I gave you that lamp,
we ate at that terrible Chinese.

It's an Anglepoise
because you press your face

too close to the page when you read
and there's never enough light.

And you won't wear glasses
because you say

your nose is too small, and with glasses
you'd look like a mole.

Which you don't. Wouldn't.

They'd suit you. You'd look just
as fairly beautiful as you are.

It's yellow because you said
no one wants a yellow lamp.

So I thought if I got if for you
in yellow, then maybe no one

-would steal it from your desk.
-(CHUCKLING)

I do give these things
quite a lot of consideration, you see.

The devil's in the detail.

And what you said about my story...

You're right, George will never run it.

An academic, seemingly eminent,

has his throat slit
in a suburban street.

Who wants to hear about that?

But it shouldn't stop me trying.

That is why I'm pulling apart
a cigarette case, that's why.

I want to hear you say it.

I get first choice of desk.
And I want an office with a window.

And an assistant,
I absolutely need an assistant.

And I won't do the farming slots.

And?

-May I accept the offer that I so...
-Rudely.

...so rudely declined?

(BOOGIE-WOOGIE MUSIC PLAYING)

The Hour? It'll never run.

-Mr Lyon.
-Mr Madden.

Looking forward to working with you.

Well, at least that makes one of us.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Welcome on board, comrade.

(ALL CHATTERING, INDISTINCT)

Help us out, have a look.
See what you can do.

-It's fine.
-What do you mean I don't have to worry?

And, um, we think that perhaps...

Clarence.

-IL...
-Don't say it. New slate, new day.

-You're always watching.
-I find it helps.

Otherwise one does tend to walk
into walls, doors, that sort of thing.

Yes, she said you were witty.

She's easy to make laugh.

So tell me about yourself, Mr Lyon.

No.

Isaac!

Isaac, the cigarette...
The cigarette that I...

ISAAC: Shall we take the champagne in?

Bingo!

(ALL CHATTERING, INDISTINCT)

How did you know that I like them?

All beautiful women like orchids.

Do they really fall for that line?

-Is it bad?
-Very bad.

Darling! There you are.

Well, somebody obviously did.

-That's your...
-Wife.

BEL: Of course.

-And your...
-Father-in-law.

Douglas and he have been
friends for years.

And I thought it was because
you had such a pretty face.

Hello. You look so handsome!

Here he is, the face of tomorrow.
Congratulations, Hector.

Thank you, Wallace.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention?

We are embarking on what I hope

is to become a truly exciting journey,

to the dawn of a new era.

The Hour is coming.

ALL: The Hour!

WOMAN ON TV: I think fair's fair.

And I'm delighted you've asked me
that question,

because I sometimes think youth
can get rather a raw deal.

MAN: Oh, why?

WOMAN: I've met very many teenagers
up and down the country

when I've been travelling around

and I've seen all the particular...

(HECTOR CHUCKLING)

(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

Ruth?

Ruthie? It's just me.

Hello?

(CLINKING)

(CHOKING)

Ruth! Ruthie!

(RUTH GROANING)

Ruthie!

(CHOKING)

Ruth!

(GAGGING)

Ruthie! Ruthie!

(FREDDIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

MAN: Did you fire Mr Lyon?

Yes, he's someone else's problem now.

(DIALLING TELEPHONE)

-WOMAN: Good evening, Reception.
-Yes, hello.

The police. Could you call
the police, please?

-Which room, sir?
-This is room 214.

Could you hold, please?