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There are men - I'm one of them -
who cannot bear to be idle.

I could reveal that the Prime Minister
and his brother are both implicated

in an outrageous piece
of insider dealing.

But I think we'll let that one
mature a little first.

But we need to keep Charles
and Henry Collingridge

in the public eye, if possible.

And the press are grateful for anything
in the silly season.

Now, the Prime Minister
usually takes the precaution

of packing his embarrassment
of a brother somewhere well out of sight

until the end of September.

Some rural French slum in the
Poitou-Charentes this year, I gather,

where Charlie could get
peacefully blotto

while the Prime Minister saves
his money and holidays at home,

posing as a country gentleman
at Chequers.

So it was most unfortunate
when someone tipped off the tabloids

about Charles's holiday address.

Bastards. What the hell has
poor old Charlie done to deserve that?

Just has the bad luck to be my brother.

Most families have someone
who can't make it on their own.

Right.

You're right.

If I stick by Charlie, people will
respect me all the more for it.

I'd like to think you did it for him,
not just for the opinion polls, Hal.

Well, of course.

Duty and self-interest
happily coinciding.

For once.

Then comes the conference season.

Good morning.
Opposition did rather well this year.

Abandoned their usual tactic
of shooting themselves in the foot.

Had a go at us instead. Especially
the Prime Minister, I'm sorry to say.

Most unsporting.

Good morning, Teddy!

It's important that our Party Chairman
gets his fine-tuning right

before we all sally off to Brighton.

The essential thing is to present
a totally united and confident front.

Avoid any impression of complacency.

The natural party of government,

but at the same time,
a listening government.

- Roger.
- Thank you, sir.

The big banner, and that's the spirit
and the theme of this year's conference,

prompted by the PM's last speech,

is "Finding the right way."

- Patrick?
- I don't mind "the right way".

"Finding" is a bit bloody silly.

We should have found the way by now.

Are we the natural party of government
or the babes in the bloody wood?

I take your point, but market research
shows us to be too sure of ourselves.

So we bloody well should be. People
aren't going to vote for "don't knows".

- Perhaps "Going the right way"?
- Implies that someone in the party

is on the way out, don't you think,
with the greatest respect.

Going, going, gone.

Thank you, Francis. A good point.

Out! Out! Out!

- He's arrived.
- Who?

- Our leader, Elizabeth. Who else?
- The broken reed.

The man of straw.

"Good things of day
begin to droop and drowse."

A party conference can be many things.

A show of confidence.

An agonising reappraisal.

Or, as in this case,

a series of auditions by
pretenders to the throne

while the lost leader
withers before our very eyes.

Michael Samuels, Environment.

Intelligent, sensitive, caring -
all in the same sentence, I bet you.

Not a return to subsistence farming.

What it means is sensitive exploitation
of natural resources,

intelligent self-interest
to motivate long-term gains

in a caring, capitalist concept.

Told you.

Peter McKenzie, Health.

Ease the pressure on the state system,

enabling our professionals
to do a better job

for those unable
to fend for themselves financially.

So that now we can say
with real confidence,

"Carry on, nurse."

God, what an idiot that man is.

Harold Earle, Education.

We've made schools accountable.

We've grasped the nettle
and taken it on board.

It's not always been comfortable.

One thing I do know. Time will prove it.

It's the right way.
It's the right...way.

And Patrick Woolton, Foreign Secretary.

No one's more admiring than I am

about the strides taken
by our friends in Eastern Europe.

But hold on. I mean, sorry, tovarich.

If I'm going into the conference chamber
to have big hugs with Russian bears,

I'd rather not leave
my six-guns at the door.

Dear old Patrick.
Likes to sound like a buccaneer.

But he's behind Henry Collingridge
all the way. He'll tell you so himself.

Roger, have you got a moment?
I won't deprive you for too long.

Glad to be rescued. Like being
in a loose maul with the French pack.

Don't get me wrong, Francis.
Loving every minute.

How's it coming across?

You can see. The press aren't buying it.

They saw Patrick Woolton having a go.

"Leadership crisis"
is the story they want.

We do our best with what they give us.

Your assistant's doing sterling work.

- That girl is like gold, Francis.
- I'm sure.

She's your mistress as well, I take it.

Is that a privilege
exclusive to yourself?

- What?
- Do you enjoy her body exclusively?

Or is she available to others as well?

Now, hold on, Francis.
I don't think that's really the kind...

Don't be coy with me. I could have you
in the gutter. Answer my question.

Well, me and Penny go back a long way.

In some ways,
we're more like brother and sister.

We allow each other a little time off
now and then, if you follow me.

Now listen, Francis, it's not simple.
She's not a... You can't just...

I'm sure she'd be flattered to think...
If you ask her really nicely...

Shut up. Did you think I wanted her?

Oops. Sorry, my mistake.

Didn't you lend her to Patrick Woolton?

That was research. He wanted a bright
girl for a bit of research in a hurry.

Where would the House be
without bright girls

I think he may want to borrow her again.
More urgent research needs.

Would she be available, do you think?

It's not impossible.

- I'll broach it gently. Leave it to me.
- I have another task for you.

Just a small delivery job.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

Come on, come on, Sleeping Beauty.

Bloody hell, Rog. What do you want?

To drown in your eyes
and hide in your arms, darling.

I've only just set eyes
on the bloody thing.

It's very bad.

The poll was taken
before the conference.

I'm sure you'll turn it round this week.

We've seen it all before, after all.

You're a good fellow, Francis.

But 30% is a hell of a lead
to pull back.

Right, speak to you soon.

Do you know, Elizabeth, I believe
our leader is starting to worry.

It's a major story.
Greville will want to know about it.

All right, who's dead?

Henry Collingridge. Well, not literally.

Grev, I've got hold of the secret poll.
The Tories' own one.

Sensational. 30% behind. Collingridge
is about as popular as Captain Hook.

And who decided to make you a present
of this secret Tory poll?

I don't know. It was
left outside my door.

All right, I know it sounds weird.

- But it's genuine. I'm convinced.
- You've been set up, you silly cow.

Don't let me hear any more about this
unless you have proof it's kosher.

Don't ever wake me again

unless it's adultery in the
royal family with photographs!

Pig!

Right...

K.J.S.

Kevin Spence, Central Office, Research.

Damn!

Lovely. Nothing can beat you.

- I wish you really meant that.
- I do, I do, truly.

- Lovely girl.
- No. No, Rog...

Don't... Oh!

Oh, Rog!

Got a little surprise.

What? What are you up to?

Oh, Roger. Taking cocaine at eight a.m.
at the Conservative Party Conference?

Don't you think I have fantastic style?

- I think you're barmy.
- Nonsense.

This is brilliant stuff.

Know where I got it?

Grosvenor Square.

This stuff is usually only available
to the CIA. Yum-yum!

What are you trying to do?
Kill yourself?

Rubbish. Not a bit of it.

Just been a tense week, that's all.

I could kick this stuff
any time I liked.

I tell you what. Get this week over.

We'll go to a health farm for ten days.

No drugs.

No drink.

Shag ourselves silly. How about that?

That would be lovely.
If only you really meant it.

I do. You'll see.

- Listen, Pen.
- Now what?

It's a bit delicate, this.

Remember you had that thing
with Pat Woolton?

I'd hardly forget that, would I?
What a character

- You liked him, though, didn't you?
- What a maniac. He was all right.

- Really good fun.
- He's still carrying a torch for you.

Torch? Is that what he calls it now?

He was wondering if you'd have dinner
with him. He's shy about asking you.

Shy? Him?

He put his hand
in my knickers in Langan's.

Yeah, well...

I said I'd pass it on.

Pimping now, is it?

Jesus Christ, Roger!

Don't you care about me at all?

Ah, Pen. Of course I do. I didn't think
you'd be upset. I thought you liked him.

I went with him because I wanted to,
not because you promised him a favour!

Listen, Pen, it's not like that at all.
I wish I didn't have to ask you.

I wish I could be everything to you,
but I can't.

You know I'd never ask you

to do a thing like this
unless my arse was on the line.

And it is.

It truly is.

I don't know what I'm going to do,
and that's the truth.

You do believe me, don't you?

Yes, I do believe you.
It's that stuff!

Partly.

I mean, it's...it's not as though
you hate the man, Pen. You liked him.

You know if it was me,
I'd do anything for you. Don't you?

- I love you, Pen. You know that.
- Just shut up, Rog.

Why?

What's the matter? What have I said?

Kevin Spence?

Oh.

- Oh, Lord...
- Have mine. I hate the stuff.

Mattie Storin, the "Chronicle".

- Oh, y-yes, I...
- Don't pretend you recognise my name.

- Well, I do, actually.
- I wanted to check some facts with you.

Me? I'm in research,
not the press office.

- I did say "facts", Kevin.
- Ah, yes.

Is this...a genuine report
from your department?

Not a fake?

- Where did you get this?
- K.J.S. That's you, isn't it?

Look, please.
I can't possibly discuss this.

If someone knew I'd
leaked those figures,

confirmed they were genuine...

- Please don't drag me into this.
- I won't. It's all right, Kevin.

I don't give away my sources.

It is a genuine report, isn't it?

What's the circulation?

Very limited, I take it.

Just cabinet ministers
and five senior people at Smith Square.

The Chairman and 4 senior directors.
Don't ask me anything else.

No, I won't. You've been very helpful.

Stay in touch.

I'd rather not...

Francis!

Patrick.
Good of you to spare the time.

The Chief Whip says he wants an urgent
word in private, you make time.

I've been wondering what I've done
wrong. I can't think of anything.

Depressing, that - looked at one way.

Still, I suppose it's better
than finding your picture

in the "News of the World".

I need to take your mind, Patrick.
This is a meeting that never took place.

All right. If this is
what I think it is,

it's come sooner than I thought.

We're in trouble, Patrick.

There's a view around that
this is not a passing phase.

This view says that the problem
is the Prime Minister.

His unpopularity is dragging the party
down. He refuses to see the danger.

He's insisted on holding the Dorset
by-election in conference week.

It looks like a bad miscalculation.

You understand, this...
is not necessarily my personalview.

It's a view I've been
asked to put to you.

Who by?

- One or two senior colleagues.
- Just one or two?

Three, in absolute confidence.
Three very senior colleagues.

All right. Go on.

Do you think Henry still has
what it takes to be Prime Minister?

If he were...persuaded to retire,

would you be interested
in taking his place?

Bloody hell, Francis.
You don't mess about.

You know I prefer plain speaking
and plain dealing, as you do.

All right. Let's analyse the situation.

First of all,
have we really got a problem?

Yes, the polls are bloody terrifying.

Second, do we have to do something?
Can we swing the country round?

That's up to the Prime Minister.

My view is,
he does not have what it takes.

The voters don't think he has.

Another election, we'll get stuffed.

That's probably the majority view
on the back benches.

But if we get rid of him so early,
we'll look like a banana republic.

I don't want to be seen as an Idi Amin.

Well, yes. Quite. But you are
still interested in the leadership?

In confidence, of course I bloody am.

I stood against Henry
when Margaret left.

I still think I was the best candidate.

If I stood again, I'd
look for your support.

But it's too early.

We need time to get the public used
to the idea of a change of leadership.

Move too soon, we'll
look like assassins.

Too late, the party will be in pieces.

I'll say one thing, Francis.

I'm damn glad it's you
that's handling this.

There's not many men
I'd trust with this.

Thank you, Patrick. I appreciate that.

I appreciate your frankness as well.

I'll continue to take soundings
and keep you informed.

Good. As long as we keep
that slimy little sod Samuels out.

Well, yes, quite. Absolutely.
Good talking to you, Patrick.

- You won't miss the party later?
- Wild horses, Francis. Wild horses.

Don't suppose you've got any wild women?

You'd be surprised.

The man's a lout, of course. A lout.

A lecher. An anti-Semite.
A racist. And a bully.

But he is more intelligent
than he seems.

He is, we mustn't forget, Her Majesty's
Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs.

We mustn't make the mistake
of underestimating Patrick Woolton.

Call my secretary if you want
to follow this up.

Thank you. I will. Bye for now, then.

- Miss Storin. Mattie.
- Oh, hello.

- You're neglecting me.
- I'm not pestering you.

I feel slighted.
Was Michael Samuels illuminating?

Oddly, not nearly
as illuminating as you.

- I'm astounded.
- I don't think you are.

How are things? A good conference?

- Apart from your neglect of me, yes.
- That's not my information.

- My information is you're in trouble.
- Really?

- Not you personally.
- That's a relief.

- I was wondering if we could chat.
- Were you, Mattie?

I get the impression that
the conference is in code.

It's all about something else.

I haven't had a real conversation
with a real person here.

You think I'll decode the conference
for you? A tall order, Mattie.

I'd settle just for a chat.

At least you're a real person.
You ARE real, aren't you?

Oh, yes. I'm a real person.

So...

I'd like very much to spend some time
with you, Mattie, as I think you know.

But this evening I'm otherwise engaged.

A little drinks thing.

Some of my guests are
shy of journalists.

They don't like to be seen relaxing.

Really? Who would that be?

Mattie,
you can't expect me to tell you.

- Who's coming? Tell me one guest.
- Your proprietor, for one, Mattie.

Benjamin Landless? Is he in Brighton?

We get all the riffraff.
You'd be surprised.

Telephone call for Mattie Storin.

Don't you think you'd better get that?

Oh, right. Well...

- See you later in the week, perhaps.
- I hope so, Mattie.

Hello. Mattie Storin here.

John, sorry.
You got the story all right?

- Yes, we got it.
- Brilliant story, or what?

- Yes, a brilliant story.
- And?

- And we're not running it.
- What?! Let me speak to Preston.

He's in a meeting,

He won't run the story because
he thinks you've been set up.

I've checked that survey. It's genuine.

Can we speak to your source?

Of course not. Let me speak to Preston.

He's in a meeting.
It wouldn't do any good.

We've backed the government.
We stick with them.

- It's not just you that's been let off.
- Greville's been fixed, hasn't he?

He's there with you, isn't he?
Ask him who got at him. Ask him.

It was Benjamin Landless, wasn't it?

Hold on. A call on the other line.

Hold on for what?
There's nothing to talk about!

- Oh, God! That's all I need.
- I'm so sorry. Please allow me to...

Perhaps not. Only make it worse. Um...

- Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord. In trouble again.
- It's all right. Most of it missed.

Are you sure? It was vodka. Very pure.
My mother-in-law cleans silver with it.

May I...buy you a drink, Miss...?

Mattie Storin. No, let my editor
buy you one, Mr Collingridge.

Two large vodkas and tonics. Ice, lemon.

You know who I am? Amazing. Amazing.

- I am a journalist, Mr Collingridge.
- Call me Charlie. Everyone else does.

Why are you in this den of thieves?

Not all thieves.
A few good blokes about.

- Like your brother?
- Exactly. Salt of the earth.

That's nice. I'd heard he disowned you.

No, no. He lets people think that.

Best brother in the world, Hal.
Looks after me.

Likes to do good by stealth.

Enough said. End of story.

- Cheers. Good health.
- Cheers.

Lord, you are a pretty girl.
Oh, no offence.

I've got a daughter your age.
Lovely girl.

Lovely face. Never, never see her.

Own fault. Water under the thingy.

Do miss her, though.

No, no! Absolutely not!
Get the hell out.

Do I make myself clear?

- Lord, I can't stand that man.
- Don't come back till tomorrow.

Large whisky, and be quick about it.

I gotta go to this goddamn reception.
I need something to line my gut with.

- Charlie!
- Evening, Ben.

One for him, too, I suppose.
And you, young lady?

What are you staring at?
Is my zipper undone, or what?

- Am I supposed to know you?
- We haven't met. I am your employee.

Half the hacks in Brighton
are getting wrecked at my expense.

In fact, you've been influential
in getting my story spiked.

Is that so? What was it? "Knit your man
a willy-warmer for Christmas"?

No, it was about the Tories
going 30 points behind.

Ah.

You're...Minnie what's-her-name.

- Mattie Storin.
- Yes.

Damn good story.

Wrong damn paper. What do you think
we are? The "New Statesman"? Cheers.

Thanks. Keep the change.
Have one yourself.

It's chaps like that
that drive chaps to drink.

Could you cope with another one?

Yes. Why not?

- Evening. Jolly good do.
- Thank you.

Not here yet.

I told the bugger, "Any more of that
and you're for Northern Ireland."

I dare say that called his bluff.

Wasn't seen on his feet again till 1987.

He's not here yet.

- McKenzie's wife's a genius with a wok.
- Is that so?

I used to think the wok solved
everything, but now I know otherwise.

You really must allow me to give you
my recipe for brill. Brill is a fish.

- Yes...
- Mr O'Neill, how are you?

- Never better.
- Good.

We put the boys down for Wellington.
What do you think?

I don't know.
A bit dear. Is it worth it?

Miss Guy! Elizabeth Urquhart.

Really? You write the PM's speeches?

If they chucked me out, it'd be like
a lobotomy for Hal. That's confidential.

Excuse me. Hay fever.

- Ben! Good to see you.
- Never mind that.

What are you boys playing at?
No, I don't want these stupid things.

Go away.

I put the whole damn chain of papers
behind your lot, and you cock it up.

Ben, we can't talk here.
Walls have ears.

To hell with that.

I didn't come 200 miles for
canap�s. Where's the bathroom?

- It's over there.
- Great. Let's go.

I've seen that latest poll of yours.

- Girl of mine got hold of it.
- It's just a poll.

Bullshit, my friend. It's disastrous.

But don't worry.
I told Greville Preston to pull it.

Ah. Thank you, Ben.

It'll leak,
but not till after the by-election.

The Prime Minister
will be very grateful.

That limp dick! Where does it leave me?

I wanna buy Transglobal Newspapers.

I wanna buy two ITV regions.

Under Maggie, I knew the score.

Everyone facing the same way,
defending freedom's frontiers.

Everything was up for grabs.
No lame ducks and no sore losers, right?

Now my lawyers are talking
Monopolies and Mergers Commission.

This government won't back me up
because they haven't got the guts.

Hell, Francis.

What sort of country is it when a man
can't spend his money how he likes?

Very true, and very well put, Ben.

Screw "well put".
What are we gonna do about it?

Dump Collingridge.

Holy shit!

You really mean that, don't you?

This crisis of confidence isn't
about policy. It's about leadership.

I'm very fond of Henry Collingridge.

I respect him, in many ways.

But we need a strong, right-wing leader
with the courage to defend freedom.

And increase it.

Exactly.
That's the way Europe's going.

This used to be
a country fit for heroes.

Explorers, soldiers,
merchant adventurers.

We want a leader who's prepared
to let his dogs off the leash.

- Give us a little room to run, huh?
- Quite.

A leader who's prepared to put himself
about a bit, give 'em some stick.

I like the things you say, Francis.

So...who did you have in mind?

Patrick Woolton would give us
what we want.

- You don't want it for yourself?
- What, me? Oh, no, no, no.

I'm just the Chief Whip, Ben.
I just keep the troops in order.

- Chief Whips have made it to the top.
- Well...

If it ever did come to that,

I'd make sure they didn't
tie you up in red tape, Ben.

Know you would, Francis. Know you would.

OK, so...let's do it to Collingridge.

Run that poll story for a start, huh?

First edition closes in 40 minutes.
Better make a phone call.

Nice party, Francis.

Atchoo!

Enough about me. How about you?

- Would you be into quickies, Amanda?
- Into what?

So... The party's over.

It's a quiet night.
Our fortunes prosper well.

The Foreign Secretary finds succour
from the harsh affairs of state

in the soft fragrance
of a daughter of the game.

One for the archives,

if he did but know it.

And all the while,

Landless's armies are labouring
for me through the darkness

towards dawn,

telling the story.

A leader out of touch.

A man of straw clutching at straws,

his future closing
in front of him like a fist.

Who would be a leader
in this wicked world?

Sorry, Prime Minister.
We thought you'd better see it.

Graham, not at breakfast. Hal was up
till four working on his speech.

So were we, Mrs Collingridge. I'm
awfully sorry, but it is very serious.

If you read the paragraph I've marked.

It's not just a leak.
It's a personal attack.

"A leading minister commented,
'Our position is being undermined

"'by the leader's lack of appeal.'

"Another senior figure party suggested

"that Henry Collingridge

would be invited to stand down
for the good of the party."

Who's doing this? Who is it?

Are they trying to destroy us all?

I want to know who this is, Graham.
I have to know.

Shall I give Lord Billsborough a call?

Yes. No!

No, not Billsborough.

Get Francis Urquhart over.
In my suite in half an hour.

Yes, Prime Minister. Erm...

In view of this report,
with the Dorset by-election today,

you'll want to adjust your speech.

No.

- I really feel that we should...
- It was a good speech at four a.m.

It's still a good speech.

- Urquhart.
- Pat here.

- Patrick, what can I do for you?
- You left your case and took mine.

- Or I hope you did. Could you check?
- Hold on, Patrick.

My dear chap. I'm frightfully sorry.

You're quite right.
Shall I bring it round?

- No, I'm on my way. Two minutes.
- Bye.

John, first you pull my story.

Then you print it without my name.
What's going on?

Do you promise not to bite my head off?

All right. I'm sorry about last night,
but I was so bloody angry.

It's not your fault. What happened?

Well, I don't know exactly.

Grev was on the phone for half an hour.
He came out very pleased with himself.

High drama."Kill the front page."

Grev says he checked your story
and it stands up.

- So, who wrote it?
- He did.

Ben Landless was here. Urquhart had
a party. Landless was a guest.

And Woolton, Samuels, Billsborough.

- So it's true.
- It's really happening, John.

They're going to junk Collingridge.

- So stupid of me, Patrick.
- No harm done.

- Good party, Francis.
- Glad you enjoyed it.

- Seen the papers?
- Yes. Bad business.

Bad for some. Not so bad for others.

- Keep in touch, Patrick.
- Right.

Yes. Of course.

Francis, the Prime Minister
would like to see you.

- Prime Minister.
- Who is it? Who's betraying me?

Who?

It's Teddy Billsborough.

Are you sure?

No one else it could be.

I'm terribly sorry.

Thank you, Francis.

You're a good man.

The '80s had to be
the decade of confrontation.

The '90s will be seen, I think,
as the decade of conciliation.

The decade of cooperation.

The decade of maturity.

Stifling dissent is not going
to help us find The Right Way.

Surely events in Eastern Europe
have taught us that much.

The British, open, democratic process

has been an inspiration
to seekers after freedom

in Poland, Russia, Hungary,

and in Czechoslovakia.

And I, for one, am proud of that.

It is only through
frank and open exchange of views

that good government is possible.

Frank and open exchange of views

in an atmosphere of trust.

Pale-faced and clearly agitated,

in his keynote address
to conference, comma,

the Prime Minister gave what observers
agree was a lacklustre performance.

Good morning to you, Miss Storin.

And to you.

- Is it a good morning?
- The result is a little disappointing.

But it's hardly cheering news
for Labour either, is it?

By-elections allow folk
to let off steam.

- Funny things happen in Dorset.
- You're not worried?

Oh, we shall take it seriously.

It may be we're not
getting our message across.

- Can I quote you on that?
- Yes, I think you may, Miss Storin.

I'm very glad I bumped into you, Mattie.

Another piece of news is going to break.

And I know you'll handle it responsibly.

Lord Billsborough!

No comment!

"In what was described
by a senior government spokesman

"as a fit of pique and panic, the Prime
Minister sacked Lord Billsborough,

"the greatly loved and longest-serving
member of his government."

Pique and panic.

Oh, yes, I'm sure it was.

Your girl was supposed
to be handling things responsibly.

I'm sure she did, Elizabeth. Someone
must have been getting at her editor.

She's proving to be rather a treasure.

You could say that.

- And you trust her?
- Yes.

Up to a point.

If you wanted to be
quite certain of her loyalty,

perhaps one night when you're in town
and I'm here in the country...

Well,
I should quite understand, Francis.

I'll leave that up to you entirely.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

Urquhart.

Yes, of course, Prime Minister.

Yes, yes, of course. At once.

- Well, well, well.
- He isn't going to sack you?

He'd better not bloody well try.

The "Observer" rang the Press Office
about a story they're going to run.

They say Charlie's been
buying shares in companies

just before they benefit from government
decisions, and making a killing on them.

- You know Charlie. He hasn't the wit.
- Charlie? Of course he hasn't.

And... Well, he has his weaknesses, Hal.

But he'd never do anything criminal.

Thank you, Francis. God, it's such a
relief to talk to someone with a bit of.

You do believe I know nothing about it?

Absolutely, Hal.
Without the slightest reservation.

You're a good man. They say they've got
evidence.

- Bank statements, receipts.
- But nothing that connects it with you?

No, but what else would they assume?

If he has inside information, who from?

- Francis, what am I going to do?
- You're innocent. Tell them you'll sue.

Set your solicitor onto it.
Where's your brother?

In his flat. I told him
to take the phone off the hook.

Have to do more. When the "Observer"
hits the streets, he'll be under siege.

Listen, there's a place we use in Kent
for the dipsos and druggies

on the back benches,
sort of safe house cum asylum.

- I'm sorry...
- I know.

I'll get Stamper to fix it. Can someone
who knows him be there? Not you.

- Anne will go.
- Not her.

Francis, we're all he has now.

Right. She'd better go straight away.

Don't worry, Hal. They're very kind.

Absolutely discreet.

Doctor Christian's a very sound man.

It may be a blessing in disguise
for Charlie.

You're a tower of strength. Thank you.

Don't embarrass me, Hal.
I'm just doing my job.

I don't know what's happening!

No! Get away!

- Go on! Go on!
- Get away, you people!

- A comment for the press, Charlie?
- Get out! Get out!

Where are they taking you, Charlie?

- How bad is it?
- I've seen worse.

Oh, come on. No one's ever been
this low in the polls and won.

- Be the first. Make 'em cry.
- Oh, Francis.

However this comes out, I'll tell
the world what a hell of a man you are.

- What are we up against?
- The "Observer" doesn't implicate you.

Very sensible of them. It'll blow over.
These things always do. What else?

A run on the pound.
Doesn't mean a thing.

It may bother the teenagers
in the City with the Porsches,

but voters don't care.

"Leadership crisis"?

That cretinous dwarf Bairsted's
forcing a leadership contest.

Want me to lean on him?

I'll frighten the wits out of
the little sod, if you like.

Well, he's publicly declared now.

Get him to publicly retract.
Humiliate the little bastard.

But, no. I think you're right,
Prime Minister.

Let him come onto the punch.
Knock him down and trample him.

And do the TV interview on Wednesday?

I'd say so, yes. Insist they leave this
Mendox shares nonsense till the end.

By then, everyone
will be rooting for you.

It'll seem like an irrelevance,
which it is.

Yes. Thank you. We're not finished yet.

Right, stand by, studio, please.
Counting from VT in ten seconds.

- Very quiet.
- Very quiet, please, now. Five...

- All right?
- Yes, fine.

For the last few minutes
of this interview,

could we turn to the allegations about
improper share dealing by your brother?

- With pleasure.
- You issued a statement.

You denied any connection with this,
and suggested it was mistaken identity.

That's correct.

It's not for me to explain the
"Observer's" extraordinary mistake.

All I can tell you is that none of
my family has anything to do with it.

You have my word of honour on that.

Solicitors have initiated proceedings
against the "Observer".

They'll do so against anyone who repeats
these false and malicious statements.

- Thank you. We'll bear that in mind.
- That would be wise.

You and your brother deny that either
of you opened an accommodation address

- at a newsagent's?
- Correct.

On Monday of this week, Jane Hartston
of our staff visited the address.

She photographed
envelopes addressed to your brother.

Now, look here...

This, clearly marked
"Ottoman Union Bank".

The second is addressed to your brother

from the Conservative
Party sales office.

I really cannot see
any relevance in this.

Quite clearly it is a case
of mistaken identity.

I do have to warn you...

We thought about
the name Collingridge.

Maybe an other Charles Collingridge

took advantage of secret
government decisions.

But there's only one

Charles Collingridge listed in
the London telephone directory.

Your brother.

Prime Minister, we've almost finished.
Is there anything you would like to say?

Well, the Prime Minister
declines to comment any further

on his alleged involvement
in the Mendox shares scandal.

That's all from us at "World Watch"
tonight. Good night.

Urquhart.

I had a feeling it might be you.

Sorry to disturb you at home.

I'd be very grateful if
you give me a few minutes.

Not on the telephone. Come here.

I'd prefer it
if you didn't tell your colleagues.

I'll see you in ten minutes.

He can't survive this, can he?

I shall rally all the support I can get.

Off the record,
it's not going to be easy.

Do you think he told his brother
about those shares?

I find it impossible
to believe he'd do that.

I consider him a totally honourable man.

- But?
- But, Mattie?

Not quite up to his job.

Mattie,
you might very well think that.

You know I couldn't possibly comment.

- I really like talking to you.
- Of course you do.

You love tempting me into indiscretions.

Others give me the party line.

You talk like
an intelligent human being.

I like talking to you.

I'm interested in you.

You find that strange?

I find it very flattering.

I happen to think you're
the ablest man in this government.

- Oh, no, no, no. You're too kind.
- You underestimate yourself. Shame.

Underestimate myself? In what way?

You underestimate your ability
and your capacity for power, I think.

And I think you underestimate
your personal attractiveness.

Now, that is absurd, Mattie.
You can't expect me to fall for that.

I'm old enough to be your father.

Perhaps that's something to do with it.

Oddly enough,
I always wanted a daughter.

My wife and I have no children.

What a very unusual interview
this has turned out to be.

Perhaps we should...
No, I must say this.

You mustn't underestimate
your abilities.

Really.

You know you could go much further
than you have done, don't you?

Do you think so?

If you put your mind to it...

..I think you could achieve
anything you wanted.

You might think that, Mattie.

I'm afraid I couldn't possibly comment.