All language subtitles for Traitors s01e02.eng

I want to talk about
someone, a girl, clever, keen.

If she's still interested
in adrenalizing work.

That fight's over.
She talk Russian?

Would you have any
moral compunction

if you were to be serving

under a socialist government?

Russia's why Attlee won the election.

We believe Whitehall has
been infiltrated by Communists.

That's why I need an
agent in the civil service.

I want my life to matter.

That politician you were
dancing with, a friend?

Not really.

Make him one.

Whatever you're
working on is to be aborted.

The skeletal crew will
remain in the UK.

Let me run her.

What I am going to do is
call Feef and tell her it's off.

- I need you to find a way to move
to the Cabinet Office. - Why?

It's the heart of government.

Don't you want to be
at the centre of it all?

Who are we killing for?

Who are we dying for?

The world as it was?

Or the world as it ought to be?

Listen to this. It's so simple

it's a bloody joke.

The object of government, in peace

and war, is not glory for rulers

or races, but happiness
of the common man.

The common man.

That's us.

Let's fight for us.

Churchill has banned that
report from the troops, hasn't he?

Fuck Churchill.

Read it.

Let's slay the giants.

Before I got here,

I just didn't realise
the world was so big.

I thought it was all village fetes
and marrying the girl next door.

I'm happy about that bit,
of course.

Men can accomplish so much,
that's the thing to remember.

Are you going to stand, then?

Me too.

Slay the giants!

Slay the giants!

Slay the giants

? United we stand,
divided we fall

? For every dime they give
us a battle must be fought

? So working people
use your power

? The key to liberty

? Don't support that
rich man's style of luxury

? And never think they can
ever keep us down, oh no

? Ain't no way they can
ever keep us down

? We won't be bought,
we won't be sold

? You'll be treated right,
well, that's our goal

? And there ain't no way
they can ever keep us down. ?

Lord, the God of
righteousness and truth,

grant to our king and his goverment,

to Members of Parliament

and all in positions of responsibility,

the guidance of your spirit, amen.

Amen.

? And there ain't no way
they can ever keep us down. ?

Mr Fenton, I don't believe
we've met.

Marcus Wynn, I'm your whip.

Message for you from the
Prime Minister.

In the matter of
the American loans,

you are to vote that
we accept the terms.

The terms are outrageous.

Your maiden speech was
a triumph, Mr Fenton.

The best of the Beveridge
report but rousingly delivered.

Education, housing,
health care for all.

Now, if you would like Mr
Attlee to pass a single piece

of our ambitious and
transformative legislative agenda

then we must take America's
money and the terms she has set.

Otherwise, the legacy of this
administration will be half

starving the citizenry to
death and...

No, that's it, half starving
the citizenry to death.

Beggars can't be choosers.

We are not beggars.
- Oh, but we are.

In faded suits with frayed
cuffs on bended knee.

- And pretending otherwise will
not make it so. - The Americans...

In your opinion, should we
build this welfare state?

Then we need money.

And, in my opinion, passionate
backbenchers seeking to effect

change should not draw
negative attention to themselves,

especially when they're
currently held in high esteem.

The PM liked your speech
very much.

You have his attention.

Capitalise.

Don't tell me, do what he says
and it's a Cabinet position?

Did he talk to you?

We told him fuck the Americans
and fuck their fucking loans.

Did he say anything about
your speech?

He said the PM hated mine.

He didn't mention it.

This loan, with the interest
rates offered,

may ameliorate our financial
crisis

in the short-term, but in
the long-term,

and I'm talking about from
now until the year 2000,

we will be on the rack to the
United States government,

in hock to them to the
tune of �70 million a year?

Order!

How are we to retain an
independent outlook

from a debtors' jail?

Hear, hear.

Hello.

Where's Peter?

He'll be back soon.

Sorry, you're stuck
with the ugly one.

Where did he go?

I can't tell you, sorry.

I just... I thought he
would be running me.

No, that's my job.

Peter's needed elsewhere
right now.

If it really bothers you,

talk to him about it later.

When can you move to the
Cabinet Office?

The whole place is
structure and rules.

I mustn't rush it.
It would look odd.

No-one thinks you're an agent.

They think you're a
rebellious spirit

having a little adventure

in Whitehall before you go
and get married.

But you are an agent
and you have a mission.

Be creative.

All right.

What's in the Cabinet Office?

A Russian spy.

Actually in the Cabinet Office?

Yes.

France is falling
to the communists,

so is East Germany,
Poland, Romania

and this tidal wave of
interest in communism

doesn't just happen.

It's the result of the Russian
genius for placing spies,

agitators, infiltrators everywhere.

Including the British Empire,
including your socialist government,

including your Cabinet Office

where all the Prime Minister's
secrets, domestic, foreign,

nuclear, are kept.

How do you know they've
got someone in there?

You had a predecessor.

Who was that?

What happened to him?

Get in first and
I'll tell you.

How you doing?

Yeah, good.

Do you want to sit down?

I've got a question.

Why did you join the army?

There was a general feeling,

among a lot of people
I know...

...that if we acquit
ourselves well

in the military it
might have some

bearing on our situation
back home.

Ah.

And you think it will?

From what I'm hearing, no.

Men kill, don't they?

Sometimes because they're heroes

and the other guys are Nazis.

Sometimes because they're
an asshole

and they want to string
a fella from a tree.

I killed someone.

I could tell you
why I did it.

If you want to know, I will.

But I'm a white guy,
you're a Negro,

so why the fuck would
you believe

a word that comes out
of my mouth?

So, let's stick to the
verifiable facts.

There's a dead man in
my apartment...

...and I need you to help me
get rid of him.

If you help me,
I will give you money.

What's the harm?

You seem to have lost your faith in God.

Sorry if you guys were friends.

Yeah, we weren't.

Why not?

Well, I'm not a chick.

And I don't play racquetball, so...

No common ground.

Can't move him 'til night.

Is there more where that came from?

- Why?
- How about a job?

I get what you do.

I get why you use that girl.

She can hide in pain sight.

Me too, man.

People say all kinds of shit in front of me

like I'm just not there.

But I am there.

I listen. I see.

Nice disguise.

Now, I'd like you to take
another crack at this.

Not bad, definitely a
first draft.

My biggest concern is that
you recommend pinewood

as an ideal building material.
- Which it is.

That you affirm, but
the conclusion

has a certain spontaneity

that's tonally wrong as
you barely reference spruce.

Ash, we have access to
cypress in the colonies.

I'm so sorry.
Ash, we have access to cypress in the colonies.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry, first
draft of first report ever.

Where the hell do you
think you are going, miss?

The Cabinet Office.

You'll sign in.

I am not married and nor do I

expect to marry in the near future,

therefore I did not organise
this meeting

out of personal interest,

Mr Quick.

Well, I'm here out of
bloody personal interest.

Fire me just because my
husband's coming home?

Is the Cabinet Office
entirely

the appropriate venue
for this sort

of discussion, Mr Quick?

Yes, it is, Mr Stevens,
as I arranged it.

Thank you for your contribution.

Gentleman, the spirit of the times
dictates

rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.

Let women rebuild, too.

Rebuild is a word,
another word is rebirth.

Now, we lifted the ban on married
women working during the war

but now your men are coming home.

They have sacrificed, as well you
know, more than you in this war

and they will need and
have earned your attention.

We have lost a terrible
number of our children.

Mr Quick, women are
more than just breeders.

Listen to me.

Married women working here
would be a perfect nuisance.

They would need to leave to
put their husband's supper on.

They would be concerned
about sick children.

They will cry every day

and you will be as
annoyed as anyone else.

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and you will be as annoyed as anyone else.

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There is irresolvable tension between a woman working

There is irresolvable tension
between a woman working

and her domestic responsibilities

and I just don't have
the time for this.

This all that's left of you?

- Everyone else went home?
- Yes.

I thought Peter was staying?

We had squash scheduled.

I'll remind him for you.

It seems rather pointless
any of you being here

if all you're allowed to do is
read our intelligence reports.

Whoa, a Russian gave
up 39 names?

Who did?

A Russian that defected,
Kechenko.

He gave up 39 names?

So, that's 40 Russian
operatives stealing secrets,

atomic and otherwise,
and threatening all of us?

Man, how compromised
are you guys?

I don't take your meaning.

Fucking Soviet spy
ring in Canada

you guys found about how?

Because one of them
fucking told you?

Do you think I give a shit
about your intelligence report?

Man, you guys don't have
a clue what's happening

unless a Russian

comes knocking on your
front door to tattletale.

The Canadians...

Part of your Commonwealth, right?

Your king owns it.

Take responsibility for it.

I heard you came to London because
you went off your head, Rowe.

Had some tough times
in the war,

made rather significant errors in Bucarest,

lost a lot of men

which, understandably, broke you.

No wonder you were put
out to pasture here in London

at this rather pointless desk job.

Talk to me like that again

and I'll have you sent home.

One way or another.

Where the hell is Peter?

Bored out of his mind.

He told me he is drafting
a letter of resignation.

Guess who's stuck
with the paperwork?

You're not supposed to be here.

Why are you packing up
Peter's room?

Where is he?

He needs these things
sent on to him.

Where?

I can't say.

Oh, come on, Jackson,
I'm not going to...

Where?

Just tell me so I can
say goodbye to him.

Let me tell you about
these people.

You can only push them
so far with your questions

and breaking the rules

and showing up where
you're not supposed to.

No-one told me I couldn't
come to his hotel room.

OK.

You want something of his?

He'll be fine with it, I bet.

Thank you.

Don't tell Rowe I came here.

Dear Feef, you're not supposed to
know where I am or what I'm doing

so when you're done reading,
burn this.

I'm headed to Poland and,
because it's dangerous,

I'm saying goodbye even
though it busts all protocol.

Like you, I will be undercover.

Communication will be hard.

I will take strength in knowing

that we're fighting the same fight

in the same way.

Courage! You've got bags of it.

Bug?

OK.

Bug...

...over and out.

Mr Hennessy has been...

His advances are very strong.

I understand that boys
will be boys.

Honestly, I was going to
have to hand in my notice

because I can't have
him grabbing...

just slap at him.

If he grabs at you again
just slap at him.

But then I thought of you.

Pull yourself together, dear.

Tears are so weak.

I'm sorry, but I can't just
take you in.

The Cabinet Office is an
elite placement.

We see everything.

We prepare everything for the
Prime Minister and his Cabinet.

We are not a port in a storm.

I also believe that I could
do the work.

Yes, well, unfortunately,
after your interview in June,

I told the others I thought
you could not.

That was my judgment.

And as you are well aware,
things are harder for women,

I cannot appear not to know
my own mind.

Why did you...?

It's not a matter of ability.

It's a matter of character.

This job requires the sort of people
who are happiest in a backroom,

working out the sort of
problem most people would find

too grey and tedious to consider.

Now, you are a front room
sort of person.

Well, just so you know,

I am fascinated by the tedious.

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Psst!

I just got a call from Miss Garrick.

She wants you in the Cabinet Office.

Which is annoying,

seeing as I'm the one who fought
to hire you in the first place.

She's short-staffed, apparently.

Really?

Too bad for her,

I don't have to sign you of
and I'd rather not.

I wish you would.

Why?

Right now you're building
homes for those who have none.

What could possibly be
more important than that?

I just find it all very dull.

I knew you could do it!

I knew it!

Now what?

Now it gets a little simpler,
believe it or not.

We know the Russians accessed
information

shared at two private

Cabinet Office meetings,
one in '37, one in '43,

because otherwise

how in the hell does a random
Russian diplomat know Attlee said

the UK should give up their
bases in the Middle East?

How in the hell does a
Russian diplomat know

Churchill tasked his
generals with drawing up

battle plans for a
ground invasion

into Moscow?

So, it's someone from
The Cabinet Office

who was at both of those meetings?

Correct.

Tearoom.

Typing pool.

But I have no reason
to go to the archives.

Isn't that suspicious?

I mean, we don't want
people thinking I'm a spy.

Your desk.

You're upper class.

Every gesture you make
screams entitlement.

That's why you're perfect,
no-one will question you.

Archives?

There's no reason on Earth

you'll need anything
from the archives.

Really? I had to use the
housing archives all the time.

We have over 500 meetings
a day here.

You'll mostly attend
and take notes.

- Nice to meet you. Jerry Roxborough.
- Feef.

Symonds, yes. I heard.

I do hope Mr Mulligan's tour
has been thorough.

I'll be happy to answer any
questions you have, also.

Great.

Is the girl in yet?

Of course she's in.

What did I tell you?

OK, great.

Now, listen, the money men
I told you about,

they're getting nervous
the loans vote won't go through.

Obviously we're doing what
we can via the embassy but...

diplomats can only
do so much.

So, they want me
to do something?

If you can.

Meaning I'm working for
these guys?

Doing them a favour.

Well, tell them I
need a budget.

A real budget.

These guys have more
power than God.

I don't like telling
them things.

They're lobbying Truman,

they want a real American
intelligence agency up and running,

they're going to need proof

of what real American intelligence
agents can do.

Now, I'm damn good at my job,
my real job, not paper pushing,

but I can't get shit
done without money.

If I get you money,
there have to be results.

Why wouldn't there be?

I heard Peter resigned.

So, he doesn't have much
faith in you.

Look, you read my
report, if you want results,

I need a budget.

Then the money men need
the loans vote pushed through.

Just put the girl to work.

The politician you were
dancing with,

I need you to tell me
about his friends.

We're barely acquainted.

Change that.

I need to know who in
the Labour Party is voting

against the American loans.

How does that relate
to the Cabinet Office?

Peter told me you were trained.

So, I assumed you learned
that an agent does not get filled in

on the big picture,
an agent does what they're told

when they are told it
and does not ask questions.

Yes.

This is the job.

Did anybody ever give you
the impression this was easy?

I was given the impression
the job was about Russia.

The far left of the Labour
Party are robotic ideologues

and they're taking orders
from Moscow,

whether they know it or not.

I can't come, I'm sorry.

- No. What?
- I have to work.

No, you have to!

It's supposed to be the
great meeting of the families.

They've been travelling
for literally weeks

to get to England
from Ceylon!

They're going to want
to meet my sister.

And I'll see them next
weekend at the wedding!

Am I supposed to say
you have to work?

They're going to think
you're so mannish!

Fine! Fine.

Are you sure you want
to get married?

Men don't have to,
you know.

You were supposed to bloody
marry so we could get some money

and do up the house
and help Ma and Pa

and you didn't, so now I have
to do it, I have to be the girl.

It's disgusting.

Feef!

Yeah, come over.

Do you really think the
Americans are as bad as all that?

The Americans are fine, America
is shit, excuse my language.

But you're not a communist?

A little too extreme for me,
but who knows?

Never say never.

This time five years ago
I was a Tory, so...

Really? Why?

What changed?
- The war.

The first time I ever
went abroad,

the first time I met people
with different backgrounds to me,

different ideas.

We're all so hemmed in, aren't we?

Unless we fight to get out.

You don't seem
hemmed in to me.

- Really?
- No.

Is he going to kiss her?

Oh...

Hasn't got the balls.

He's got a fiance.

I looked into it.

What are they like, these
young braves, Stewart Butler?

These men, they're rejecting
America's offer of help, why?

Because they think it's an
aggressive gesture

designed to make England

financially beholden to the
United States and

whatever her agenda may be.

I don't play politics
but I do know that

over in America we are fans

of democracy,

and we do sometimes
offer financial aid,

with the proviso that the recipient

allow the good people
of Africa and India

and Ceylon and so on
to elect their own rulers.

Perhaps you're not a
fan of the British Empire

because it makes us a
force to be reckoned with?

We were talking about
Stewart Butler.

He's patronising.

Uh-huh?

Why did you invite a Tory
to drink with us?

Tories sit on that side.

Tight-fisted, too,
he never bought a round.

Really?

How did he explain that?

Your round.

I'm out, sorry.

Is it ever your round,
Stu Ball?

Hugh Fenton, your boyfriend.

Neither my boyfriend
nor a communist.

What else about Mr Fenton?

Hugh used to be a Tory.

Shame on Attlee and
shame on Wynn

for trying to get us to abandon

the socialist principles that
got us elected.

Shame!

I know it can feel
uncomfortable

telling tales after you've
broken bread,

but it's part of the job.

How are you progressing
with gaining access

to the Cabinet archives?

I'm working on it.

Good.

And you remember the
dates I told you?

Hello.

Could you pull
the minutes

from the post-war
planning committee

meeting of February
7th, 1943?

And the minutes from
the May 22nd, 1937

Palestine Working Group?

- Name?
- Fiona Symonds.

Just don't leave
a paper trail.

What if I do?

Just don't.

What was your name again?

Fiona Symonds.

Can I keep these overnight?

Back by six.

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In a line, chaps.

Eyes over here.

Where are you going?

We're voting no.

They're changing their votes,
look at them.

When I went home
this weekend

the union said they
won't support me

next time around unless
I vote yes to the loan.

They think we
won't be able to

keep the docks open
without it, so...

I'm with Will, actually.

I'm actually a socialist.

Aren't you?

How quickly they fall.

No.

No fucking way.

What will I get now,
the cane?

If you wish to
confront America,

I've got just
the job for you.

Stewart Butler, gambler.

I flipped his vote.

The girl figured out he
was short on cash,

I found out why,
and now he's ours.

The girl, she is on the trail

and she's planning to take

the politician home
for the weekend.

Pass that on too.

He'll be pleased.

Also tell them I radioed a few
of the OSS guys in Europe,

a bunch of them will stay put.

OK.

We need them there.

Get me their names and
a way to contact them.

Get us a budget.

Look...

Nice shot.

Where did you come
in that race?

Oh...

If you didn't
win, man,

what the fuck is it
doing on the wall?

Call Daddy.

There should be four in this room.

There should be three.

No, there are
definitely four.

Miss Symonds works on
this floor, doesn't she?

Yes, and I'd like to know
where the hell she is.

Why not colloquy with
the secretaries

after work, Mr Fenton?

Hello.

I have to go.
My whip's punishing me

for voting against
the loans.

Is he punishing your
friends, too?

No need. They caved.

Fenton. Now.

I don't suppose you're
free this weekend, are you?

I am. I am.

Mr Fenton.

It's my brother's
wedding reception.

I'll telephone you.

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Mr Stephens, I heard
you were working

on the New Towns Act,

I did a fair amount
of work on wood

when I was in housing,

so just in case you were
looking for any intel?

I'm sorry, you are...?

Fee? Symonds.

Hello, again.

Apparently you've met
Mr Roxborough.

My father wanted me to
say hello to a Mr Jarvis.

I don't suppose you know
where I could find him?

I heard he was working
here before me,

my predecessor in a way?

Predecessor is right.

He is in fact deceased.

Yes, I'm afraid
John has died.

Died?

He fell down some
stairs, poor chap.

Right.

The Americans want us
to let 100,000 Jews

into what they allege

is their homeland.

The Arabs, understandably,

would prefer we did
no such thing.

There's only one thing for it...

a committee.

You'll be joined by some

civil servants, academics
and Yanks.

I have no expertise
in foreign policy.

Well, for 2,000 years
people with expertise

have failed to solve this conundrum,
so not to worry.

This is just for show,
isn't it?

To show whom what?

To show the Americans that
we are pretending to take

their concerns seriously

when we all know there's

no way in hell we can
risk upsetting

the Arabs and our
access to oil.

And the Palestine problem
is insoluble.

- Correct.
- Hugh, what if it's not?

We thought, well, if you can't
get the perfect wedding cake,

get a cake that looks perfect.

How are we going to cut it?

Joanna, it's fine,
we'll just pretend.

We'll just stand over
here, not talk to anyone.

OK.

Excuse me.

I'm sick of this war.

Have you tried the food?
It tastes like paper.

The war's over, actually.

Oh, you think you're
so bloody young.

Mummy, please just have a
glass of water.

Here, please.

We've got a lot of guests.

It's going to be a long night.

What is your point?

That you're swaying slightly
and no music is playing.

My sister and I used to dance
when there was no music.

And we used to run fast,

fast, fast, fast, like colts.

My father used to call us
his "little colts".

Yes, and now maybe
no more wine?

Oh, you're in charge now...

...now that you have a
very important job.

You can run the show
and you can tell people

when they may or may not imbibe.

May I breathe,
is that all right?

Stop it.

- May I defecate?
- No more bloody wine, Mother.

Ladies don't have ink
on their fingers.

They never get a beau
with ink on their fingers.

I came here with someone.

You'll be a blue stocking by the
time they're through with you.

- Shhh!
- A bloody lesbian.

Oh, we both know Freddie's
the one who's a homosexual.

No!

Are you all right?

It's fine. I just banged
my cheek, it was silly.

Yeah, I saw how you banged it.

Let me see. Let me see!

There's a little bit of blood.

It's nothing.It's fine,

it's just she had
a little too much to drink.

I was being annoying.

- I doubt that.
- It's fine.

Listen...

Is that all right?

I worry I'll get you
into a lot of trouble.

I want trouble.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

You're gonna be fine.

You didn't dodge 1,000
bullets to get killed by a snake!

Tell my ma I was a Nazi.

She'll feel better that way.

No, no, no!

You're a bad, bad, bad, bad man.

Fuck off.

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How do you like your new flat?

Please don't ask me any
more about Hugh.

I think he's a good man and I have
to be able to get up in the morning.

I have to be able to look
at myself in the mirror.

My predecessor was called
Philip Jarvis, wasn't he?

What do you know about Jarvis?

Well, I know he checked out
the same two files as I did

and I know he's dead.

I trusted Peter and Peter's gone,
I have to be able to trust you.

You can trust me.

- You're telling me the truth?
- Yes.

What happened to Jarvis?

They murdered him.

The Russians.

And what if they murder me?

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