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Ron, can we do something about
Camera 2 today?

-Already done.
-Tip-top.

That scoop over there.

Hurry up, boys.
We've got a show to do tonight.

(HECTOR RECITING LINES QUIETLY)

-Mr Madden.
-Miss Rowley.

You seem very bright this morning.

Well, I had a great night.
I didn't sleep a wink.

How extraordinary. Neither did I.

-Miss Rowley.
-Audacious.

-Papers are in.
-Mmm.

Oh. Chronicle, Telegraph, Mail,
all leading with Suez.

We could be at war this time tomorrow.

Isaac, darling, what are you doing?

Filming a light bulb.

Right.

Can you turn it back on, please?

LIX: What's Isaac doing?

Calder Hall. Opened Wednesday.

The first nuclear powered electricity
will be lighting up London today.

-I'm humouring him.
-And where's that going?

We've got Hungary. We've got more than
enough to grapple with on Suez.

Is this the best that Freddie
can come up with on the Home Desk?

It's not Freddie. It's Isaac's idea.

Because he's paddling without a steer.
Doesn't Freddie do any work any more?

This week is fine.
Hungary and Suez can take the load.

Calder Hall is back up.
John, have you seen Freddie?

I need a camera at the House of Commons.

If he's not here in 10 minutes,
then you go.

Bel, stop protecting him.

If Isaac's farting around
with light bulbs

then Freddie clearly doesn't need him.
I do.

Where's my bloody assistant?
We're on air in 10 hours.

I'm sorry. They keep promising to send
a replacement for Mr Kish,

but they're probably worried
I'll finish another one off.

Seems such a bloody waste.
He was only 33.

Someone's telling me something.
Note to self. Drink more whisky.

10 o'clock. Viewing theatre. We'll have
a last look at the Hungary footage.

And there's no chance of footage
of Israeli troops leaving Egypt?

With or without coverage, sweetheart,
we need an angle for tonight's show.

A world in revolt.

While demonstrators rage on the streets
of Budapest demanding freedom

from the Soviets,

Israel finally stands up to Nasser,

crossing 120 miles over the border
into Egypt

and Britain looks set to invade.

-Great news day.
-Mmm-hmm.

He's a clever boy.

What a beautiful tie, Hector.
It goes so nicely with your eyes.

Hmm. Weren't you wearing it yesterday?

MAN ON RADIO: Israel is advancing
on the Suez canal

and has met with heavy gunfire.

With Colonel Nasser's refection
of Sir Anthony Eden's ultimatum,

Britain could invade Egypt today.

(MRS KISH TURNS RADIO OFF)

So when do you think he'll do it?

-What?
-JANE: Eden.

Invade.

John, if you do that again, I'll put
you over my knee, do you hear?

Now, go to your room!

Sorry.

Tom never mentioned you.

No, he wouldn't have.
We'd only recently met.

Right. Thank you for bringing back
his raincoat.

They brought back most of his things.

All sort of oddities that one keeps
in one's desk.

Spectacles. I don't know what
I'm going to do with those.

I was given a film.

It's of your husband with Peter Darrall
and Ruth Elms?

I think you shot it.

Your hand. The ring on your hand, you
can see it as it waves them into frame.

I'm not here to hurt you.
I'm from the BBC.

I knew Ruth. As a child.

I'm trying to find out
what happened to her.

I don't know if you know,
but Ruth committed suicide.

Is that what they reported?

At least I was spared the shame of that.

Robbery, heart attack or suicide.

It's either one or the other with MI6.

Your husband worked for M16?

And Peter?

I can't talk to you.
Will you please leave?

Please. Please help me.

I just need someone
to tell me the truth.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

LIX: Yes.

-I see our friends are back again.
-HECTOR: Hmm.

What do you think?

About a month before that film
was taken,

Peter and Tom went away
on one of their trips.

I didn't ask. They'd never tell me.

But when he returned,
he seemed really different.

In what way?

Sort of lost in himself. Drinking more.

He said one thing.

That he couldn't trust Peter any more.

There was some kind of betrayal.

Tom stopped talking about him.
I stopped asking.

He just cut Peter out?

When I read about the robbery
in the newspaper,

I knew that Tom had done it.

What do you mean?

He had killed Peter.

(BABY CRYING)

Shh. Shh.

Oh, careful. Freddie's cake.

Oh, birthday. Christ.
Um, Sissy, what time is Mr Tripp in?

Car's picking him up at 5:00.

Can you let me know
as soon as he gets here?

Okay. Oh, I got a card
if you want to sign it.

Right. Great. Thank you.

Oh, chocolate. He doesn't eat chocolate.
You didn't get him chocolate?

-Vanilla sponge?
-Fine. That'll be fine.

Good.

A little jumpy?

Oh, sorry. Sorry.
You haven't seen Freddie, have you?

No. Do you ever stop looking
after that man?

You even know
what birthday cake he likes.

Nasser's retaliating. Israeli forces
are coming under fire in the Mitla Pass.

-Well, have you got a man inside?
-Yep, yeah, I'm on it.

Ron, I want the latest transcripts
from Budapest radio...

Are you jealous, Mr Madden?

-So they were in again?
-Mmm-hmm. Asked the same questions.

They wanted to speak to Freddie again.

-Police?
-No, no, no. Secret Service.

Coat and shoes. Government issue.

And?

I covered for him.

Be careful.

-How's your Hungary copy going?
-Swimmingly.

-What?
-Nobody says "swimmingly" any more.

You are jealous, aren't you?

Well, for future reference,
I hate icing.

Right.

She's gone back to sleep.

He's a very naughty boy.
He's always fussing around her.

Did Tom ever talk about Brightstone?

No. I've never heard that before.

Do you think he killed Ruth?

No.

You know, I really don't know.

It could have been Tom.
It could have been any one of them.

He was my husband.

What do I do now?

I'm so sorry.

That poor, poor girl and her parents.

And they were so welcoming that weekend,

just letting us into their home.

Lord and Lady Elms.

You keep it, if it fits.

Do you know, I do like your programme.

But it does make the world seem
unbearably real.

That's enough.

Thank you, Mr Albert.

-You're running...
-The footage. It speaks for itself.

Hector and Lix felt it complemented
all that's going on in Egypt.

I feel they demand equal billing.

We might never get a week
like this again.

The West is on the edge of victory
over Soviet colonialism in Budapest

while joint French and British action

is stoking the flames
of Western colonialism in Egypt.

It's more or less
what Dulles said last night.

It's still brilliant, Hector.

Could we not have someone,
say perhaps McCain,

answer speculations that Downing Street
had prior knowledge

of Israel's plan to invade Egypt?

Do you think you'd get the truth
out of him?

I'm very persuasive.

And what of the 14-day rule?

Anything debated in the House cannot be
fodder for broadcast political debate.

The gag rule.
Who says we live in a democracy?

Show me how you get round it
and I'll happily concede.

Well, I don't think McCain will stray

very far from the official
party line, anyway.

Darling, don't be so unbelievably wet.
Clarence?

You can ask him yourself, he's coming
here in exactly five minutes.

He wants to brief us on Suez. Shall we?

Where's Freddie?

I don't know.

I hear MI6 were in.

What's the point of the Secret Service
if they're not actually secret?

-How did you know?
-Lix told me.

They wanted to speak to Freddie again.

-Is he any better?
-Well, he's washed this week.

I don't know. He's late again.

Tell him I want to see him
when he comes in.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Eden is defending his policies
in the House this afternoon.

So we will be going into Suez today?

I can't possibly comment
at this precise moment.

Here we go.

His critics are coming out
in full force, Angus.

You're giving them ammunition,
they'll use it against him.

Some decisions are based on principle,
not on political gain.

Now, Nasser's seizure of the canal
triggered Israel's actions.

We have no choice but to go in.

But without United Nations support,
Eden leaves himself vulnerable.

All we are asking for, Hector,
is some balance in your reporting.

Will you come on The Hour
and state the government's view?

I'm a little camera shy.

HECTOR: Well, that's unfortunate.

Stephen Tripp has kindly agreed
to present the opposition's view

on the show tonight.

This is highly irregular.
Clarence, need I remind you of the rule?

Tripp's a cad.
I wouldn't share a taxi with him.

I wouldn't share a taxi with you, Angus.

CLARENCE: Bel.

But I would happily have
you on the programme.

Miss Rowley, why do you ask
when you know it is frankly impossible?

There will be absolutely no debate

on any matter that is currently
occupying the House.

Which it most emphatically is today.

How is the Prime Minister
holding up under the strain?

He's remarkably cheerful, thank you.

Perhaps that is the mark of a great
leader in the midst of a crisis.

Surely you must have known,

someone must have known
that Israel was planning this attack?

That is a ridiculous assertion,
Miss Storm.

Or perhaps like many of your colleagues,
you're not as well-informed as you seem.

Rumour has it that you've all been
banished to the back room.

You know, I didn't think she'd last
as long as she has, Clarence.

Douglas said you thought a lady
would be easier to steer.

You were obviously wrong.

No one was more surprised than I
at Israel's actions.

Stories are circulating
in American newspapers.

Well, I hope you don't believe
everything you read

in the foreign gutter press.

The opening of Calder Hall nuclear
power station by Her Majesty the Queen

marks an epoch in the history
of nuclear power.

For Calder Hall is the first
power station in the world

to generate nuclear electricity.

Hold it still.

It's got a wobble. You fix it.

The first nuclear-powered electricity
will reach London today.

We at the BBC hope to capture
this historic...

Isaac, there's something
I've got to tell you.

Yes?

My dad, he reckons the phone lines
are bugged.

-What?
-The click.

He thinks that maybe someone's
listening in.

They'll think I'm off me bleeding rocker
if I say something like that.

Don't you think?

Isaac, what are you doing?

Oh, I thought I'd try
and catch the moment.

With a light bulb, when it goes on.

Did I ask you to do this?

No.

Thought not.

-Leave it to me, Sissy.
-I knew you'd know what to do.

Did you say it?
A woman would be easier to steer?

Be sure Hector does not raise
the issue of Suez with Tripp.

-We cannot break the gag.
-Then why have him on the show?

He can talk about Hungary.

Did you say it?

We have quadrupled our viewers
in less than three months.

I have constantly delivered
this programme.

The reviews have dramatically improved
in the last two months.

-I deserve this job.
-No one deserves this job.

You're not royalty.
It is not bestowed on you.

There are no lifetime guarantees.

Did you say it?

Yes.

I hope you appreciate how much
I've enjoyed watching you prosper

over the last few months.

You are a natural frontman, Hector.

I'm only as good as the team around me.

Nonsense. You're ambitious.

And ambition's like love,
impatient both of delays and rivals.

The only person you can really trust
is yourself.

But it is important to do one's job.

Especially in a time of crisis.
Duty, Hector. You understand that.

Yes, of course.

In certain circles, The Hour
is gaining a reputation

for real journalistic integrity.

It would be disappointing
if it fell into the trap

of legitimising unsubstantiated
rumour and gossip.

It may come back to haunt you, Hector.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Good luck tonight.

-Where the hell have you been?
-Out.

No. Not good enough.
It's nearly midday.

You just missed McCain.

Yes, I saw.

And they've been in again.

Apparently you can tell
by their shoes and coat.

-Who says?
-Hector.

She said I could keep it.

In here.

You went to see his wife?
Are you insane?

They could have seen you.
They're obviously suspicious.

I was delivering my condolences.
They were following me again.

You look terrible.
Why don't you go home and go to sleep?

We have everything in hand here.
You can take the rest of the day off.

I can't sleep.

I told them you were with me.

I assured them that we all liked Tom.

No. No, it was the weekend.
Yes, I did think he had been drinking.

Young for a heart attack, but not
out of the realms of possibility.

I called an ambulance.

Anonymously.

I have this feeling as if someone
is standing by my shoulder.

I can't seem to shake it.

Freddie, tell me what happened?
If it's a story, then just tell me.

-Maybe we can do something with it.
-I can't. God, my head hurts.

A beautiful girl falls in love
with a traitor

who is passing secrets
that don't make any sense.

What is a Brightstone?
Who is a Brightstone?

It's a secret dangerous enough
to get you killed, even by a friend.

You're rambling.
Have you even eaten today?

It's my fault.

You said he just fell.

Step away from the story.

Wait until the heat has passed
on Tom's death and then...

-At worst it was an accident.
-There are no accidents.

Apparently.

Remember that when I'm found
floating in the Thames.

God, I don't want to die like that.

FREDDIE: I don't want to just disappear.

Happy birthday.

You forgot.

-No.
-Yes.

Did.

What? He's not going to need it.

(TAPPING TYPEWRITER)

How can you tell someone's MI6
by their raincoat?

Surely anyone could have bought
a 100% wool,

green-grey run-of-the-mill...

Actually no. Reinforced seams.

They tried to recruit me.
Second year of university.

Frightfully nice chap.

Although, to be honest,
I was a little worried.

He seemed somewhat, shall we say,
over keen.

Inviting me to his parents' chateau
in Marseilles,

skiing trips, it was all paid for.

When he made the approach
on behalf of His Majesty's Government,

-to be frank, I was quite relieved.
-Uh-huh.

Are you in trouble?

Yes.

Then listen to me.

Whatever you know, whatever you've seen,
just forget it.

Write your stories about
the rest of the world

but my advice, I don't believe you'll
find an answer to her death.

Things happen that we can't even
begin to understand, nor should we try.

Things happen? Things don't just happen.

A series of events take place,
a catalogue of choices are made,

an action takes place
and it has consequence.

It all has consequence.

A young woman meets a man,
they fall in love.

They have a secret affair.

And in this world, right now, today,
that is dangerous.

She told you.

I knew she'd tell you.
Well, you're her best friend.

It just happened.
We didn't mean it to but...

Look, I'd rather you didn't...

Of course. Yes, of course.

It's all been very sudden
and I wouldn't want...

Your wife to find out. Of course not.

Well, you've met her. She's very sweet

and I'm not particularly
proud of myself, so...

Of course. Yes.

Freddie?

Yes?

I was wondering,
could you check over my copy?

Yes, of course. Absolutely.

Lix and I have been working on it

and I don't quite feel
that I'm getting the balance.

Suez and Hungary. Perfect match.

Very different backgrounds,
however, common unifying theme.

Oppression and revolt.
Together casting an interesting light.

Cut in on the second line,
third paragraph.

It's pretty brilliant, Hector.
Really, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I couldn't have written better.
Well, maybe a little bit.

Can I borrow your car?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Uh, all right.

Thank you. Jolly decent of you, Hector.

You should know I don't have a licence,
but Bel's taught me the basics.

I think I'l0 be fine.

Well, who needs a bumper, anyway?

Didn't think you smoked.

I don't, but everyone else does
so I'm practising.

Not so deep.

That's better.

Mr Lyon, have I done something wrong?

How, exactly?

When you asked me to be your assistant,
I presumed I'd be working with you.

On stories and so forth.

I'm happy to hold the camera,
or write up the extra copy

that you need, but it's not the same
as actually working with you.

Isaac, I'm touched.

I just hope you feel that
I'm earning my place here.

Sissy's dad says the phones
are being bugged.

Right.

Do you think I should tell Clarence?

No. Clarence has got enough
to think about today.

Thank you very much, Mr Wengrow.
That's very useful.

Well, actually it's Wengrow.

As in to grow flowers.

Really? Extraordinary.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Frederick? Is it you?

I was hoping to speak to Lord Elms.

Oh, we spend most of our time
in London now.

This house is too big for us, really.

So it's just Audrey and I.

She cooks for us and...

and she listens to the wireless
all day long.

-Tea?
-No, thank you.

Do you remember your summers
here, Frederick?

Yes.

-You'd never want to go home.
-But you'd always send me.

Perhaps if I could just talk
to Lord Elms.

Thank you for your card. I had so many.

Of course, no one really knows
what to say.

But everyone's been so kind.

It wasn't suicide.

No. No, I don't like
to call it that, either.

She wasn't in her right mind, you know.

She didn't really know
what she was doing

and there's such purpose
in taking one's own life, isn't there?

So I don't think of it that way, either.

No. I mean...

She didn't kill herself.
She was killed, Lady Elms.

-She was...
-Now then, Frederick.

You always were a storyteller,
weren't you?

Is he here? Is Lord Elms here?

I've been trying to get hold of him
for weeks.

Well, he prefers to stay in town.

You know, the drive tires him awfully
and he gets very muddled.

-So we all felt...
-We?

...that he was best in Chelsea.

I keep having to remind him
that she's not coming back.

And she's not.
Best to put all that away.

It's just that...

I believe it was he who sent me it.

The film of Ruth and Peter Darrall?

Darrall?

Oh, well, yes. Richard did know
a Darrall. Um, yes. Wonderful man.

Heroic in the First World War.

And he had the most lovely daughter.
What was her name? Um...

-Very plump girl...
-It looks pretty recent.

She looked so happy.

Deceptively.

No. One never can retain these things.

Well, I'm sorry for disturbing you.
I thought that...

Thinking never helped anyone, Frederick.

Least of all such an earnest
young man as yourself.

I never expected you to make
so much of yourself.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

I don't like to paint over them.
They all have such nice memories.

LADY ELMS: Rather like a visitor's book.

Yes.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's Mrs Madden.

Marnie, how are you?

I'm afraid you've been put through
to the wrong line. Hector's...

Oh, in the studio. Silly me. I forgot.

-Could you just tell him I called?
-Of course.

We had a little tiff, you see.

-Oh?
-It was over wallpaper.

I wanted tiny roses and he wanted plain.

So silly, don't you think?

These things can be cause
for heated exchange.

You're right. But then, his home
is so important to him.

If you could tell him
that I've ordered plain.

It will be ready to be picked up
on Friday, if you could just remind him.

I'm terribly sorry, Marnie.
I have to go.

It's frightfully busy today.

RON: Final scripts in, please.
On air in one hour.

(KNOCKING)

Not now, Ron. Go away. Go away!

Mmm.

MAN ON RADIO: In Westminster,
Prime Minister Sir Anthony Eden

has just finished giving his speech
to the House of Commons,

in which he outlined the government's
response to events in Egypt.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Mr Tripp, thank you for coming
on the programme.

We've heard tonight from Hungarian
refugees, who have suggested

that recent events have somewhat shifted
the world's attention away from...

-(CRASHING)
-Sorry.

Away from the situation in Hungary.

(WHISPERING) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

HECTOR: Some have warned that
should the world look away now,

the Soviet Union may feel free
to act at will.

Is there a danger of this happening,
do you think?

This can't go on. The missed deadlines,
the unexplained absences.

Out today, and yesterday on the street
and again this morning.

-Blue car, black interior.
-What?

-Why am I being followed?
-Oh. Mr Lyon, you're back.

In here.

-Freddie...
-Don't lie to me.

Are you a soviet agent, Freddie?

No.

Somewhere in the BBC is a soviet agent.
Kish was looking...

-Christ.
-Looking for the...

-For the agent.
-Yes.

Whoever killed him...

-He was with me.
-What?

Kish was with me.

We got into a fight.
We'd been in the canteen.

I confronted him about Peter Darrall.
They were friends.

-Did anyone see you?
-Um, I don't think so.

Just breathe, breathe.

He was strangling me and then he fell.

Christ.

Darrall left this...

the night he was killed,
at a newspaper kiosk.

I found it the next day.
If you place it over the crossword,

it says, "He knows. Revert
to Brightstone."

I mean, you can't see it now,
but the letters, I've worked it out.

You see the perforations?
They mark exactly.

-They're going to kill me.
-No, they're not. Did you tell them?

-When they interviewed you? The police?
-No. Bel covered for me.

Good. Does anyone else know about this?

Only Bel.

Christ.

Right.

What are you doing?

You never told me any of this.
This conversation hasn't happened.

I have just reprimanded you for failing
to attend your own programme,

which you will not do again.

-Clarence...
-It's your birthday, Freddie.

Now, stand.

Breathe. Walk.

And breathe.

Just breathe.

CLARENCE: Let's get this show out
and then we can celebrate.

-Five...
-Goodnight.

-...four, three, two...
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello? Hold on. Hold on. Uh-huh.

We've gone in. Eden's sent bombers in.

Put it straight through.
He can take it live on air.

(HECTOR'S TELEPHONE RINGING)

LIX: Ron, tell him to pick up
the bloody phone.

Excuse me, ladies and gentleman. I'm
being told to pick up this telephone.

Hello?

HECTOR: Yes.

Thank you, yes.

Ladies and gentleman,
while we've been on air,

news has come in that
Britain has started bombing

military targets in Egypt.

Tonight, as the bombs
rain down on Cairo,

Soviet troops begin to leave
the beleaguered city of Budapest.

Two very different countries,
two very different conflicts.

And yet they share a day when the world
stands on the threshold of change.

What will tomorrow bring? Goodnight.

Cue music and fade out studio.

Newsroom, everybody now, please.

CLARENCE: Thanks, everybody. Great show.

What?

Oh, darling girl, it's just nice
to see you so perky.

Do you know how irritating it is
when you say that?

Please don't deny me
one of life's little pleasures,

to patronise those younger
and fresher than me.

You don't like him.

Hector? God, no. I like him very much.

He's gorgeous. No, no, no.
Enjoy him while it lasts.

But his ambition is his real passion.
What's yours?

For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us

(CHEERING)

Friends! Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ear.

Tonight is not the night for speeches.

Oh, come on, Freddie. Speech.

But I do wish to say on this grand
occasion of my 26th...

27th.

...something stupid 'o clock birthday,
as the world goes to hell,

that there is truly nowhere else
I would rather be

than sitting in the arse-end of London,
drinking flat beer with you.

-Yay!
-Cheers, cheers.

-How much is that?
-BARTENDER: It's ninepence.

-You're Hector Madden?
-Yes.

-I do love your show.
-Have we met before?

-The Man Who Knew.
-Oh, you played the girl. Very good.

GIRL: I wish the critics
had felt the same.

They cancelled us after two weeks.

That's a shame.
I rather liked Mr Le Ray.

-Will you top this up?
-Thanks.

Haven't you heard?

He was caught in a gentlemen's lavatory
in Russell Square

doing something he shouldn't have.

Apparently he's out on bail,
poor sweetheart.

-Mmm.
-Oh, dear.

Mr Fendley, please.

-Oh, stay.
-Don't go.

No, no. You young things stay
and enjoy yourselves.

But everyone in first thing, hmm?

-Goodbye and farewell.
-ALL: Goodnight, Mr Fendley.

-Farewell.
-Goodnight, Clarence.

-Goodnight, Hector.
-Goodnight, Clarence.

This is really it.

Yeah, it's been coming for a while.
Israel had to protect itself.

Do you think you'll get
conscripted, Isaac?

No, flat feet.

-I'd better get home.
-Yes.

I need to drink some more.

There's the Sunlight. Berwick Street.
My brother's on the door if you...

Sissy, lead the way. Hector?

-Not tonight.
-Fool!

Lix.

Well, I don't think anyone
will sleep tonight. Why not?

I want you all in at 8:00.

You'd better come with us, then.
If you want to be certain.

You know where I'd rather be.

You're increasingly reckless, Mr Madden.
Come find us later.

It will be impossible.

Oh, um, plain. She said plain wallpaper.

Marnie called today.

(SIGHING)

Put me through to Whitehall 2995.
Thank you.

Buenos noches, guapo.

Thank you.

Muchas gracias, bonita.
Son aretes preciosos.

Gracias, chica.

Boys, boys, boys. Close your mouths.

Do you have a cigarette for me?

(WOMAN LAUGHING AND CHATTING)

Darling?

Oh. It is you.

Daddy and Mummy have already arrived.

Terrific.

-I mixed it all by myself.
-Well done, darling.

You haven't tried it yet.

Oh!

May I say how exceptionally beautiful
you look tonight, Moneypenny?

Now, I know you say that
to all the girls, James.

Yes. Very, very buenas noches, guapo.

Really. I'm driving them wild.

Got snake hips tonight.

-I like you like this.
-You didn't like me before?

More. I like you even more.

Mmm. (LAUGHING)

I have an idea for some comedy sketches.

-Yeah, hopefully for 7he Goon Show.
-Oh, right!

I mean, I've written some,
but not for human consumption,

but maybe by the time I'm 22.

Too late. One has to leap, Isaac.

One has to throw oneself into life,
not just shuffle.

It's now or never. Do it.

-Hello, my beauty. May I?
-Looks like you already have.

See? Too late.

There's always another ready
to whisk them onto the floor.

No, no. I'm out. Lix.

-Oh. I'm not...
-Come on, Lix.

Come on. Come on.

Freddie, I haven't danced
since the '40s...

Nonsense, you glorious woman.
Look at you.

Fundamentally, you don't want
an Arab gripping your windpipe.

I say bomb the life out of them
if you have to.

Hmm.

Darling, these are terribly good.
Little shrimps, aren't they?

JEMIMA: Mmm. Ralph despises
anything fishy so I never serve it.

But these are really very, very tasty.

-How is Ralph?
-Useless.

Terrible news about Adam.

-That's not true, Ralph loves salmon.
-Oh, yes. Hmm.

How is The Hour?
I was talking to Douglas only yesterday.

-Did you watch it tonight?
-We never miss it. Our little star.

(LAUGHING)

(BIG BEN CHIMING)

-Do you want to drive?
-No, no. We should be all right here.

Mmm-hmm.

I will not have my team watched
like this.

Everyone is watched sometime
or other during their career.

There is not a Soviet agent on my team.
The BBC perhaps, but not on my team.

-Clarence...
-I appreciate

that the interests of our country
must come first,

but you must see there is irony
in my journalists being followed

while they are following a story.

Then you must tell Mr Lyon
to stop investigating the Elms story.

-They're journalists.
-Yes.

That's what he's meant to do.
Investigating a murder.

That is not newsworthy.

Promise to allow me to present
both sides of the argument.

But he must leave the Elms story
well alone.

When they stop following my team.

-They won't like it.
-Promise me.

I'll do what I can.

You do the same.

-That was fun.
-Yes.

MAN ON RADIO:
Moving on to foreign news,

British forces have made repeated
warnings to Egyptian civilians

to evacuate Cairo.

But reports confirm the lights of Cairo
are still alight.

-In east Africa...
-(TURNS RADIO OFF)

I may need to go back into the office.

Oh, no. Hector.

It all went very quiet
when I brought up darling Adam Le Ray.

Daddy's furious.

He's told Ralph he's to have
nothing more to do with him.

It just seems desperately sad.

It's fearful what goes on
behind closed doors.

Thank God we don't have
any children yet.

Imagine if they'd sat down
to dinner with him.

Darling, do you ever listen to yourself?

I'm serious, Hector.

Five years from now, I'll be doing
what I do now a bit better.

I won't live in Clapham.
I'll have an exquisite apartment.

In Lucerne.
It's supposed to be very beautiful.

-Too many cuckoo clocks.
-We'd never buy a cuckoo clock.

Oh, good. You'll be there.

Of course.

The commute would be a bit tricky.

-I'll buy a sea plane.
-Oh, naturally.

Land in Tooting Bec Lido each morning.

Up on the Northern Line,
cross onto the Central and...

What will we do with the children?

Gilbert and Maud? Glove compartment.

Thank God for that.

And we'd be happy.

Ecstatic. We won't want to be
anywhere else.

With anyone else.

I think I'm in with a chance.

-Isaac...
-Shh.

I rather like the idea of you
beavering away at your desk,

slaving over a hot little
typewriter tonight.

Don't wait up.

-Shall I walk you?
-No, it's all right.

Sey's got a motorbike.

Motorbike. Wow! Mr Sey.

-It's just Sey. No Mr.
-Oh.

-He's studying medicine.
-A doctor? It gets better.

Very nice meeting you, Mr Wengrow.

Goodnight.

-I should go home.
-No. That's not possible.

Government regulations say you must
stay up all night on the eve of battle.

Do you love him?

-Who told you?
-Does it matter?

Is he nice to you?

Yes.

He buys you flowers. That's a start.

Does he tell you how exquisite you are?

-'Cause he should.
-Freddie.

You are exquisite, Bel Rowley.

There you are.

I found you.
I didn't know if you'd be still here.

You should dance with this woman.

Come on, dear boy.
The glorious woman is taking you away.

Bloody brilliant idea.

(CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

LIX: She didn't know
they were actually running around.

I mean, what did she think?

You know...

My hair dryer.

(MOANING)

(GROANING)

Sorry. I don't do breakfast.

Thank you.

Canteen opens at 7:00.

If you're light on your toes, you can
beat the queue before the electricians.

They're always in first.

(RINGING)

LADY ELMS: Framlingham 2355.

You're lying to me.

Who is this?

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

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

I will find out the truth.
Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?
I will find out the truth!

-Clarence.
-Good night?

-You?
-Very quiet. Straight home.

(DOOR OPENING)

Good morning.

Mmm.

(DOOR CLOSES)