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An emergency cabinet meeting.

Sends a thrill of
anticipation down the spine.

Someone's in trouble. Someone's going
to get it in the neck. But not us, eh?

I'm going to read you a statement
which I shall be issuing later.

I must ask all of you not to reveal
the contents of this message to anyone

before it is officially released.

Thank you.

"There has been a spate of allegations

about my business affairs
and those of my family.

"I have consistently
stated that I've done

nothing of which I should be ashamed.

"The implied allegation
is one of the most

serious kind for a
holder of public office,

"that I have used
confidential information

available to me to enrich my family.

"I have asked the Cabinet Secretary

to undertake an
independent investigation.

"I'm confident it will
establish my innocence

beyond any shadow of a doubt.

"The integrity of the
office of Prime Minister

has been brought into question.

"It is my first duty to protect
the integrity of that office.

"Therefore I will
today ask the permission

of Her Majesty the Queen

"to relinquish the
office of Prime Minister

as soon as a successor can be chosen."

Thank you for your patience.

I should also like to
take this opportunity

of thanking you for your friendship

and your loyalty
during this difficult time.

Those of you, that is,
who feel those words apply to you.

Francis, I should like to thank you
for your valiant efforts.

You and I know how much I owe you.

I'm only sorry the odds
against us were too heavy.

Prime Minister.

Thank you. That's all.

Heart-warming to know one's efforts

are appreciated. They've
been considerable.

If not, perhaps, entirely valid.

Not feeling guilty, I hope.

If you have pangs of pity, crush them.

Grind them under your
heel like cigar butts.

I've done the country a favour.

He didn't have the brain or the heart
or the stomach to rule Great Britain.

A nice enough man,
but there was no bottom to him.

His deepest need was that
people should like him.

An admirable trait, that.

In a spaniel or a whore.

Not, I think, in a Prime Minister.

And we've done him a favour, too,
if he did but know it.

He was in the trap and screaming
from the moment he took office.

We've simply put the poor bastard
out of his agony.

"After life's fitful fever,
he sleeps well."

So let's not indulge ourselves
in any squeamishness.

All right?

Because this...is just the start.

You saw them. You saw
their eyes aglitter round the table.

Samuels, Woolton,
Harold Earle, McKenzie.

They will have to understand
that I have their measure,

that I put the stick about.

I watch them jump.

Excuse me. I have to make a phone call.

One does feel that poor old Hal
deserves a proper send-off.

Number 10 Downing Street.

Prime Minister Collingridge left here
in the direction of Buckingham Palace.

According to unconfirmed reports,
he is about to tender his resignation

to Her Majesty the Queen.

He held the post for the shortest period

of time of any Prime
Minister this century.

Prestatyn Powell, 10 Downing Street...

Urquhart.

Ah, yes, Mattie.
I had a feeling you might telephone.

Well, let's wait for
the official statement, shall we?

Come to the house at six.

Yes, my house. We won't be disturbed.

All right. Thanks.
I'll see you then. Goodbye.

- Mattie!
- What?

It's coming through.

"Spate of allegations..."
Blah, blah, blah.

"The Cabinet Secretary will investigate.

"This will establish my innocence
beyond any shadow of a doubt."

"Integrity of the office."
Yes! He is going. It's official.

Not running away? Bollocks.
He must have done it. Silly bugger.

Doesn't mean he's guilty.
He could've been framed.

Framed? Framed?!

Oh, grow up, Mattie.
Everyone is sillier than you imagine.

Dickhead. Why not get an advance
on his autobiography if he wanted money?

Quite.

What's going on?!
Got anyone in Downing Street?

- He's in the country.
- Chequers?

- No. Undisclosed address.
- Sod it!

- You told him nothing of the scandal?
- No.

Unfortunately, he saw the news on TV.

As I said on the phone, he's distressed.
Suicidally distressed.

- He hasn't tried to...?
- He couldn't. We watch our patients.

But he's talked about it.
He thinks he's responsible.

He has alcoholic blackouts.

You can't commit a fraud in a blackout.

I've no idea how he did that.

- What are you implying?
- Nothing. We see all sorts here.

I don't judge.
I try to make people well.

Your brother, as I say,
is very distressed.

- If you are able to reassure him...
- Just show me where he is.

In here.

- Charlie?
- What?

Hal.

Oh, Hal...

What's going to happen to us?

Are we going to go to prison?

Listen, I'll tell them
it was all my fault.

It wasn't your fault, Charlie.
It wasn't my fault.

We'll work it out. Don't worry.

I've cocked everything up for you, Hal.

I'm bloody glad it's over. I just...

I'm just so bloody gladI don't have
to fight those bastards any more.

Can I trust you, Mattie?

- You know you can.
- Yes, I do. I've changed my mind.

Between you and me, I think he's guilty.

Not just the evidence.
He gave in so easily.

We were ready to defend him. He gave in.

- Will there be criminal charges?
- I doubt it. No one wants to hound him.

I think an investigation will find

there's not enough to
justify prosecution.

Let the poor man crawl away and
lick his wounds away from prying eyes.

I take it that's not to be
attributed to you.

Everything we say tonight
is unattributable. Confidential.

Not even to be whispered as a secret
to your favourite lover.

- I don't have a lover.
- Well... Good.

My editor wants me to find out
about the front-runners.

I'm sure you could tell me who they are.

- Samuels, Woolton, Earle, McKenzie.
- Very good.

You know you'd run rings round them.

Do I? You're not trying to tempt me,
are you?

Yes, I think I am.

You're the only senior politician
I have any respect for.

If you do run,
I'd do anything I could to help you.

- Would you, Mattie?
- I think you know that.

You know I'd do anything you ask me to.

Not the words of an independent woman.

Oh, but they are. I'm not anyone's toy.

I don't get chosen. I choose.
And I'm not interested

in anyone's taboos about age.

I wanted you the first time I met you.

My wife went down
to the country this afternoon.

Yes.

I have an engagement at nine.
I can't cancel it.

I don't mind. It's only seven.
I'm seeing someone myself later.

You'll never be able to speak of this.

Why should I? I don't want to.

It's nothing to do with anyone else.

Mattie...

I don't know what to call you.
There's nothing I can call you.

- You can call me Francis.
- I can't.

I don't think of you as Francis.
It's stupid.

You can hardly call me Chief Whip.

I want to call you Daddy.

What?

I want...to call you...

..Daddy.

- Same again, sir?
- Might as well.

- More poppadoms?
- No. I'll order.

Let me see.

Butter chicken. Saag bhaji.

Cucumber raita.
Elbow the fried rice and add a naan.

- How did you guess?
- Easy. You always order that.

Maybe you'd like different music.
I've got Joe Cocker.

Oh, no. Definitely not.

There are some things a
gentleman never discusses.

Quick as you can, please, driver.
I'm late.

Testing, testing. One, two.

Thursday, October 21st. 6.30.
On my way to see Deep Throat.

Hello. This is Mattie Storin.
Is Mr John Krajewski there, please?

Yes, the butter chicken man.

Oh, right. Thank you. Goodbye.

- Can I trust you?
- You know you can.

Yes, I think I do know that.

Interesting times, Francis.

Interesting times.

Come on, come on!

In China it's a curse
interesting times.

Is that so? I guess Collingridge
would drink to that. What an asshole.

Not much fight left in this guy.
Another bottle.

- You got what you wanted?
- Absolutely.

Doesn't look much to me.

Now, Francis...

What I wanna know is...
are you gonna stand for the leadership?

Ben! It's too soon to say. The situation
is delicate. Let's keep our voices down.

All right. Let me put it this way.
Do you want it?

Yes, I do. I'm the best man for the job.

You sure as shit better be.

Saturday in the "Chronicle",

we're doing a feature
on the probable runners.

Mattie Storin's doing it.
Clever little kid. Do you know her?

I think so. Yes. Yes, of course I do.

She tried to mug me in Brighton.
I gave her something to cry about.

What this piece is gonna say,
whether she likes it or not,

is that Samuels has taken
a lead in the polls.

He's telling the world
he's got it sewn up.

How do you know he's taken the lead?

I don't know if he has.

I'm just telling you what
we're putting in the paper.

That'll irritate the shit out of people.

Yes, Ben, I think it would.

My colleagues would react
badly to such arrogance.

You need time. We gotta build you up.

Back-benchers may like you,

but they're not gonna
vote for Mr Francis Nobody.

- Am I right?
- Yes, you are.

Anything you can do to slow things down?

Well, Humphrey Newlands will run
the election. He depends on my advice.

The timing is in the hands of the PM.

And he's taking your advice, I hear.

- If only he'd consulted me earlier...
- I know, I know. Tragic, right?

Now, listen to me, Francis.
I'll be straight with you.

You're my man, but I could do business
with Patrick Woolton. I know I could.

Pat Woolton as PM would not
be a bad result for Ben Landless.

If you can't make it up with the leaders
by this time next month, I'll dump ya.

But if you can come
good with a late run,

I'll put the whole operation behind you.

And I'll expect
your lifelong goddamn gratitude.

Do I make myself clear?

Eminently clear, Ben.

- Hi.
- Morning.

Your piece looks good.
When did you send it?

Two this morning. Oh, sorry, John.

It's all right.
I had time to do some thinking.

Me, too. I was silly, John.
Collingridge framed.

Anyway, who cares? Yesterday's man.

History. They won't take the
investigation awfully seriously.

Going easy on him.

- Tories can be humane sometimes.
- Going easy on the investigation?

- Doesn't that seem strange to you?
- I'm the conspiracy theorist, not you.

Think about it. Henry Collingridge
had the means but not the motive.

Charlie had the motive,
but he didn't have the wit to do it.

If you were doing it,
would you use your own name?

You've met Charlie, haven't you?

I had a few drinks with him at Brighton.

- What was he like?
- Very nice. I thought he was sweet.

Do you think he'd talk to you now?

Don't know. And we
don't know where he is.

Oh, yes, we do...actually.

Recognise anyone there?

Charles Collingridge, obviously.
Mrs Collingridge.

Wait a minute. Tim Stamper,
MP for Shotover. Hard right.

- A government whip.
- What about him?

- No idea.
- Here he is again.

And again.

And again.

His name is Doctor Andrew Christian
and he runs a private clinic near Dover.

Flash place.
They get royalty, rock stars,

trade from both Houses of Parliament.

So, fancy a trip to Kent?

Mr Urquhart!

Heigh-ho.

Yes, I know. Very irritating,
still to be waiting on yesterday's man.

But even a disgraced
Prime Minister has his uses.

It becomes us to be humble and honest,
good old Francis Urquhart still.

Doggedly devoted.

Such a comfort in a crisis.

- The Prime Minister will see you now.
- Thank you.

- Francis.
- Prime Minister.

My dear fellow. Do sit down.

- Tell me, is it true what I read?
- What?

- Samuels is dancing on my grave.
- That would be to put it most unkindly.

Samuels hasn't declared his candidacy,
but he has a head start.

If it's a short race,
he must be favourite.

Then let's make sure it's a long race.

Francis, Billsborough betrayed my trust.

- He wants to deny us a free election.
- A little strongly put.

But it does look as though
he wants to pull the strings.

A delay would give us
a chance for reflection.

Yes, slow the pace down.
Enjoy your last weeks in office.

You deserve it. You owe it to yourself.

Will you offer yourself as a candidate?

What, me? Oh, no, no, no.
I'm just a back-room boy.

Don't underestimate yourself.

I've come to think very highly of you.

So highly that if you did stand,
you'd have my personal support.

Hal, that touches me
more than I can say.

But no. I really can't see myself
as a candidate for the highest office.

Each to his own, you know.
I know my place.

Excuse me. You're not by any chance
a member of staff?

- No, I'm...
- Just visiting, like me. So sorry.

Seem to have lost my wife.

Seen anyone who looks
like the wife of a chap like me?

I'm afraid not.
I'm looking for my uncle.

Over there.
That's where the uncles congregate.

They're all perverts, of course.
Nonces to a man, every last one of them.

Good afternoon to you, my dear.

Filth!

Filth!

You and me together?

Total blank.

Was I, erm...all right?

Did I sort of...behave?

Yes, you were charming.

Not too bad today. A bit shaky.
Haven't had a drink.

It's all right,
but time does pass slowly.

When you're drunk, you're never bored.

Did you know that?
You may bore other people.

But the moments slip by
in such a satisfactory manner.

I don't really see
how I could have bought any shares.

I haven't got enough money.

Your brother might've given you money.

- Did give me money. Does.
- He gave you the money?

He gave you the money to buy shares?

No, no, no. Not that sort of money. No.

No, he gives me �50 when I'm short.
Sometimes 100.

Best brother in the world. Enough said.

- End of story.
- Have you ever bought shares at all?

Lord, no.
I leave that to the clever chaps.

If I've ever done any gambling,
it's been on gee-gees.

I'm not much cop at that.

There's not too much
going on up here, Mattie.

That's the trouble.

What about the accommodation address
at Paddington?

You tell me. I don't go to Paddington.

It's where the Welsh
people catch trains.

Yes, it is.

The address received communications
from the Ottoman Union Bank

and party literature
from Conservative Central Office.

Party literature?

Do you mean people send for it?
People pay for it?

Apparently. Apparently, you did.

What would I want party literature for?

- I don't know.
- Boring stuff, between you and I.

Now, don't you tell Hal I said that.

I wouldn't offend him for the world.

Hello! I DO remember you now.

We met in the...

In the bar at the Grand.

And I said you looked like Kate.

That's right. Your daughter.

Probably went on about her.

Normally do go on about
Kate when I'm pissed.

Lovely girl.

I haven't been a very good dad to her,

but do you suppose that she'd come
and visit me here one day?

I do miss her.

- I would if it was me.
- Would you?

Yes. Thank you, Dr Christian.

No, no, no. I'm very grateful. Goodbye.

Come on, come on!

Roger. Francis Urquhart.
Sorry to disturb you at home.

I hope it's not inconvenient.

No. Good of you to call, Francis.

Actually, I was asleep.

Had a late night. Took a pill.

What?

Oh, no.

I don't do that sort of thing.
Not my line.

John? Mattie.

Yes. Found the place,
found Collingridge.

Either he's the best actor in the world
or he knows nothing about the shares.

Yes.

Hold on.
There's something happening outside.

Mattie?

Good.

Hey... It's over now.

They've gone.

Have a bit more of this.

Sorry.

Our fearless reporter

I'm not fearless, John.
I don't like this.

I had this book when I was a kid.

"Kirsty McAllister, Crime Reporter."

When the baddies threatened Kirsty

it made her determined
to find the truth.

I thought she was great.

Kirsty McAllister,
with her flatties and her boyish curls

and her little ring-bound notebook.

I thought I'd be just like her.

But I'm not.

I'm not like her.

I don't want my pretty face broken.

- I want to stop this game.
- Hey, you can.

I think you should.

Really?

- You're the big investigator.
- Up to a point, Lord Copper.

I know how it feels. I got threatened
when we were doing the arms thing.

I was off solid food.
Asked to be taken off the story.

I don't know.

Anyway, thanks for coming round, John.

- You're an angel.
- An angel?

Angels are reputed
to have no sexual organs.

- Is that right?
- Totally smooth down there.

Must solve a hell of a lot of problems.

Yes.

- Sorry.
- You're dead beat, aren't you?

It must be past your bedtime, too.

- You go on home.
- I'm staying the night.

- No need.
- There is.

I can't...offer you
anywhere comfortable to sleep.

Can't you? It was me you turned to
when you were frightened. Not him.

Who?

Whoever "he" is.

Why's it me for this and
him for the other thing?

I'm sorry. None of my business.

I wouldn't bother him with this.

And he wouldn't be able to come.
He isn't free to come.

- Too grand, is he, or what?
- Don't be like that, John.

It wouldn't work with you.

Sex, I mean.

You're...easy to be with. You're...

You're not dangerous.

You're my best friend.

Having it off with my best
friend would be embarrassing.

Sorry.

Honest. OK?

Well...ask a silly question.

- Do you want to stay?
- Do you want me to?

Yes. Please.
I don't want to be by myself tonight.

Well, I will, then.

You can... You can come in my bed
if you like. Just...

Just...to be comfortable?

That's right.

Enough said.

End of story.

The contest for the Tory leadership
is now officially on.

Michael Samuels, unofficially tipped
as the front-runner, went on record.

Yes, I'll be standing.

You're rather young
to be Prime Minister.

Perhaps.
I'll leave that to my colleagues.

What I lack in years might be balanced
by energy and a freshness of ideas.

- In contrast to your predecessor?
- No, I won't be drawn into that.

Disraeli and Pitt were
both younger than me

when they first came into power.

Disraeli, Pitt and Samuels
The jumped-up little turd!

Doesn't sound all that modest.
Poor fellow doesn't do himself justice.

We must match fine words
with finer deeds

if we are not to fail our children
and our children's children.

Mr Earle's speech was interpreted
as a coded attack on Michael Samuels,

who is Minister for the Environment.

Many observers are expecting
a speech from Mr Samuels

about the shortcomings of state schools
under Mr Earle's ministry.

In contrast was the statesmanlike
attitude of Francis Urquhart,

the popular Chief Whip.

What, me?! Oh, no, no, no!

I'm a back-room boy.

Plenty of able men about, after all.
Ambitious men, too.

We'll take our time
and we'll come up with the right choice.

Fine. First class. Excellent.

- Let 'em cancel each other out, right?
- That did rather cross one's mind.

You'll have to do more against Woolton.

I'd be proud to serve under Woolton.

I don't want to be Prime Minister.
Bloody awful job.

Quite. Much nicer to be a whip.

Know all the secrets.
Put some stick about.

Make 'em jump.

Whip's office. Stamper here.

Erm... Hold on, please.

It's your little friend, Miss
Storin of the "Chronicle".

Do you want to take it?

You called the police? Why not?

I was frightened to. They frightened me.

Of course. You must've been very upset.

Yes, I was. But look.

It must be a conspiracy
against Collingridge.

Yes, I believe now that it must be.

- Mattie, you trust me?
- You know I do.

Will you leave this to me?
I have access to sources of information.

And I couldn't bear to think of you
being damaged in any way.

Is...Mrs Urquhart in London
at the moment?

She's in the country, Mattie.

I would be anxious
about you being alone.

- Yes.
- I hope you wouldn't think it improper

if I invited you to spend
the night here.

I don't bloody well care
if it's improper or not.

I like the things you say.

So hard to know who to trust
in these suspicious days.

Does passion engender trust?

Not necessarily.

And yet we all would wish
to feed on certainties.

To hear the word "always",

and believe it true.

She trusts me absolutely, I believe.

I trust she does.

And I?

I trust her absolutely...

..to be absolutely human.

You want to help him?
Last time I talked to you,

your paper attacked him.

I think he's been framed
through the computer system.

No. No one from outside can access it.

How about from inside?

Charles Collingridge is supposed to have
had literature delivered to an address.

Yes, I checked it as soon as I heard.
It's there, all right. Look.

Charles Collingridge,
216 Praed Street, Paddington, W2.

- What do the numbers mean?
- First one says he takes everything.

The second says he's fully paid up.

Could that have been done

by someone in here without
making the payments?

No, not from here. Hold on.
Let me check something else.

Hmm... He's never paid
for the literature service.

He's only on the distribution file,
not on the payment file.

Can you find out when he first appeared
on the distribution file?

Two weeks ago.

After his brother resigned,
when he was already in the clinic.

- So somebody...in this building?
- It would have to be.

They made it look as if Charles had been
subscribing since January the 1st.

Yes.

- Kevin?
- What?

- Don't talk to anyone about this.
- I wasn't about to.

You're not going to print it?! Why not?!

Because there's nothing there, Mattie.
There's no hard evidence at all.

What do you want?

Someone altered computer files

to link Charles with
the Praed Street address.

They did that two weeks ago.
It's there on the print-out.

The same person must have opened
the bank account in Charles's name.

That's easy. Anyone could've done that.

But altering the computer files
after the share deal.

That had to be someone
inside the party machine

who wanted rid of Collingridge.

Hal Collingridge
could've done it himself.

Confuse the evidence.

He's not computer-literate enough
to do that. He's an Oxford arts man.

He can't use a cash-card machine!

- So he got someone to do it for him.
- He did that even after he resigned?

Mattie, get it into your head.
There isn't a story here.

A nice try, but you haven't given names.

You can't see what's in front of you.
It's a sensational story.

I'm tired of being told how to do my job
by the latest teenager from the sticks.

Well...

Now is as good a time as any.

- About your next career move.
- Oh?

I'd like to see some new thinking
in our home interior pages.

What's bright and sparkly in the shops
for her indoors?

The latest trend
in street-smart knitwear.

You've been got at, haven't you?
Was it Landless again?

I've been told about
your conspiracy theories.

Life doesn't work out like that, Mattie.
Especially political life.

It's real and dull and earnest.

Now, 20 things you could do with a wok.

Your imagination could make its mark.

No, thank you, Greville.
I won't write the Women's Page.

I don't think you understand, Mattie.
You haven't any say in this.

I'm taking you off the political staff
for your own good.

Fine. I'll resign and take this
to another paper.

Not for three months, you won't.
Read your contract of employment.

I know you're bursting to resign.
Be sensible.

Wait until you've got
another job to go to.

Yes, I have, Ben. It's all ready.

"This country needs a leader

with maturity, with
a sense of discretion,

"with a proven record of reliability.

"There is at least one senior figure
who has all these qualities.

"He has set aside personal ambition

"in the cause of the interest
of his party.

"He has announced that
it is not his intention

to seek election as leader.

"He still has time to reconsider
before nominations close on Thursday.

"We believe it would be
in the best interests of all concerned

"if the Chief Whip, Francis Urquhart,

"were to stand and be elected."

Admirable.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have read
the "Chronicle" with a bit of surprise.

As you know, I've always been happiest
serving government behind the scenes.

It would be unpardonably arrogant of me

to disregard the urgings
of so many colleagues.

This has all come as a great surprise.

Forgive me if I take time
to consider my course of action.

I'll talk this over
with my wife Elizabeth.

Her views will be the most important
of all to me in making my decision.

That's all I have to say until tomorrow.

- Excellent.
- Thank you, my dear.

A touch of Richard of Gloucester
at Baynard's Castle.

"Shine out, fair sun!"

Should I have been discovered
with two priests, do you think?

Not with the state
the Church of England's in today.

"Unpardonably arrogant to
disregard the wishes of the public."

That was good.

Yes, I must confess I thought so, too.

For all that, you're still well behind
Samuels and Woolton, are you not?

So far. It's all in hand, Elizabeth.

Good. I didn't see your
little friend out there.

The one from the "Chronicle".

No. I'm, er...giving her
a private audience tomorrow evening.

I see. Can we trust her, Francis?

Oh, yes. I think we can.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mattie. Usual? Whisky, please.

- How's it going?
- Not brilliant.

It's too depressing to think about.

What's all this about Francis Urquhart?

God knows. Grev seems sincere,
convinced that Urquhart should be PM.

Presumably Ben told him what to think.

Do you think it's a daft idea Urquhart?

No. I happen to think
he's very underrated.

I think he makes a potent contribution.

He might slip through.
The man least disliked.

The politician with no politics.

A good chap to have in a tight spot.

Yeah. The last of those, certainly.

Why should Landless back an outsider?

I don't know. Woolton would give him
all he wants, and he's a front-runner.

Ben Landless likes power
for its own sake.

He supported Collingridge,
then ditched him.

Maybe he had a tip
about the shares scandal.

- Maybe he was involved.
- Maybe Urquhart was as well.

- Not Urquhart.
- Why not?

I just know.
That sort of thing wouldn't be him.

- Fine. Be careful, Mattie.
- I am careful.

Whoever it was, they
know you found Charles.

They may know you told Grev.

Whoever... They won't just be villains.

These will be people
with friends in high places.

I know. If they've
got inside information,

they'll know I'm no danger any more.

Greville's taken me off the story.
I can't get another job. And anyway...

Maybe I've friends in high places, too.

Mattie!

All right, John. I will be careful.

Mr Grainger, then?

I see. There's no one else
from the press office available?

Is there anyone you could suggest?

Director of Publicity?
That's Mr O'Neill?

Yes, I met him at Brighton.
Could you transfer me? Thanks.

Director of Publicity's Office.
Penny Guy.

Hello. My name's Mattie Storin.
Could I speak to Roger O'Neill?

- Sorry. Who?
- Mattie Storin.

I... I thought you were a man.

Well, sorry. Could I speak to Roger?

No, he's not in this
morning. He called in sick.

Look, can you come over now?

Um...yes, if you think
it's worth my while.

I would rather speak to Mr O'Neill.

No, you wouldn't. Believe me.

We'll meet outside.

Corner of Great Peter Street
and Millbank.

All right. See you then. Goodbye.

Look, I had no idea you were a woman.

Roger said someone needed a shock.

- Why should he do a thing like that?
- I suppose he owed someone a favour.

Look, you have to believe me.
Roger wouldn't hurt a fly.

I thought he was the one
who was going to get hurt.

I only went to look after him.

Do you believe me?

I don't know.

I'll pay for the damage to your car
and anything extra for upsetting you.

Honestly, he could never hurt a woman.
Not physically.

Look, Mattie, I'll tell you how it is.

The state he's in now,
if you go to the police

with this, he'd kill himself.

I really believe that.

Why is he in such a state?

I think he blames himself
about that share business.

That wasn't his fault.

He idolised Henry Collingridge.
He'd do anything to help him.

Why should he blame himself?

Charles wanted an address for his mail.

Roger and I fixed it for him. The bugger
was using it for his iffy share deals.

Roger thinks he's all to blame.
He's cracking up.

- It's like dealing with a baby.
- Why do you put up with him?

I love him, don't I?

She just blurted it all out.

She must have thought I
recognised them that night.

I was just ringing O'Neill.

- You believed her?
- Yes.

Neither of them thought it was
terribly wrong. I felt sorry for her.

She's in love with him.
It was him she was worried for.

She begged me not to go to the police.

She said he'd kill
himself. He's unstable.

I do understand, between the two of us,
that Mr O'Neill has a cocaine problem.

- What?
- Chief Whip's business, to know things.

- Is it?
- So that one can move swiftly to help.

It's more common than one might think.

Easy availability.
A life of constant pressure.

In Smith Square,
the House of Commons and Pall Mall,

it's all too easy to fall
into bad company.

- What should I do?
- Let's see.

You have firm evidence of a conspiracy.

You have no access
to a newspaper to print it.

A further problem. You'd like
to save Penny Guy from criminal charges.

- Yes.
- About O'Neill, you're not sure?

I don't care about him,
but I would like to help her.

It just doesn't seem possible.

Someone is clearly working O'Neill.

From his condition, I'd
guess it wouldn't take much

to get him to tell us who it is.

When we know that, we'll be
in a position to know what to do.

- Like me to ask him?
- Would you?

It might take a few days
before he's ready to cooperate,

but I believe he will.

Would you be prepared to leave it to me?

You know I would.
You're the only person I trust.

That was what you wanted
all along, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

- Am I so transparent?
- Not at all. Manipulative, I would say.

You get me to do anything you like.

- Do I?
- So let me ask your advice.

Should I accept the nomination
and run for leader of the party?

Yes, you should.

Well...it seems I have no choice.

Is Mrs Urquhart in the country?

Not this evening.
Mrs Urquhart is in town.

- And at home?
- And at home, Mattie.

I wish she were in the country.

And you do, too, don't you?

Don't you?

You might well think that, Mattie.

I couldn't possibly comment.