All language subtitles for Yes, Prime Minister - 01x02 - The Poisoned Chalice

Humphrey, why on earth would you want us
to join the euro now?

Prime Minister, your summit conference
at Lancaster House,

to solve this terrible financial crisis,

which currently threatens
to engulf the whole of Europe,

has been an abject diplomatic failure.

But joining the euro?

It's going from the frying pan
into the fire!

-Look what happened to Greece!
-But the Kumranistanis are oil-rich,

and if we become part of their
pipeline project to Europe,

their loan will solve
all of Europe's financial problems.

The cost is too high!

This is a shameless scheme, Humphrey,
to get us to join the euro!

But the loan is in euros!

All I know is I have caught you
red-handed in a devious attempt

to inveigle us into the eurozone
behind my back!

No! Well, yes, but...

And you were going to hide it from me

until it was too late
for me to do anything about it!

Prime Minister, you need this deal.
I did it for you!

You must be barking mad!

Joining the euro now?

I am trying to save you from yourself.

No European Central Bank.
No euro, or no deal!

But the Germans
will have so many objections.

Ten trillion dollars
worth of objections?

I thought not. And you were going
to let them get away with it.

It would be the ultimate victory
for Brussels.

Britain becomes an insignificant outpost
of the collapsing European empire!

Prime Minister, if you take another look
at the computer models...

Computer models are what got us into
this financial mess in the first place!

Oh, no, no, no. That's quite different.

Nobody knew that those
computer models in the City

were being given faulty information.

Everyone assumed that mortgages
were worth their face value.

But they were worth nothing!
Why didn't anyone know?

Why didn't you know?

Well, everybody thought that everybody
else understood what was going on.

Nobody wanted to admit
that they couldn't make sense of it.

—Why couldn't they?
—Because it didn't make sense.

There were some who knew,

but the ones who didn't know didn't
believe that the ones who did know knew.

Say that again.

Prime Minister,
nobody wanted to rock the boat

because everybody was making
so much money.

Computer models, Humphrey,
are no different from fashion models.

Seductive, unreliable, easily corrupted,

and they lead sensible people
to make fools of themselves!

Because you believed the computer models
about the euro,

you tried to bounce your plan past me
and not tell me until it was too late.

I'm appalled!

I really don't know whether
we can go on working together.

Prime Minister!

I always thought I could trust you.

You can!

Quite frankly,
I am now profoundly suspicious

about this whole Kumranistan loan.

I mean, I don't know what else
I don't know. Do you know?

—Do I know what you don't know?
—Yes.

Is there anything else I don't know
that I should know?

I hardly know where to begin.

About this plan!

Yes, yes, yes, of course.
Prime Minister, look,

you know everything you need to know
if you want this loan.

If you don't want your premiership
to crash on take-off,

this is the way that it has to be.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Drinks with Mr Aitikeev,
the Kumranistani Foreign Secretary,

are in 5 minutes, Prime Minister.

Thank you, Bernard.

At least I can believe what you tell me.

Bernard?

Did you tell the Prime Minister about
our possibly joining the euro?

Absolutely not, Sir Humphrey.
You told me not to.

Well, then what put him on to it?

Well, perhaps it was
his special advisor.

Oh, that woman.

How did he arrange to get her here
without your knowing?

Well, I expect he called her
on his Blackberry.

You're not letting him
make his own appointments!

If you lose control over his diary,
you lose control over him.

You'll never know where it'll end.
He'll start running the country!

He can't! He doesn't know how to.

—Of course he doesn't.
—So what can I do about it?

-Get rid of his Blackberry, Bernard.
—How?

Look, give me yours. And find me
a paper clip and straighten it.

Now you take off the back plate,
pull out the battery, thus.

Ah, you see that hole, Bernard?

That is the reset button.

Paper clip? Now, you push that, thus.

Right. That, Bernard,
is scrambled for days.

—Thank you, Sir Humphrey.
—(DOOR OPENING)

I had no idea you understood technology.

I understand survival, Bernard.

And you can practise
while I am at the dinner.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You don't look very happy, Bernard.
What's the matter?

I've just had another wigging
from Sir Humphrey.

—And what was it about this time?
—I can't really tell you, I'm afraid.

Oh, well,
you'll feel better after dinner.

I hear the new cook's awfully good.

—I can't come to the dinner now.
—Humphrey?

—Why do you put up with it?
—Well, he's my boss.

And I thought
the Prime Minister was your boss.

Oh, come on, Claire, I know you get it.

—I'm the servant of two masters.
—Yes.

Well, it's not really a problem
when they want the same thing.

It's not even a problem
when they want different things.

But it is a problem when they want
completely opposite things.

And in that situation, presumably,
the Prime Minister takes precedence?

Well, yes and no.

The Prime Minister
is only my temporary boss.

Sir Humphrey's my permanent boss.

Well, surely there's a way
of keeping them both happy.

—Is there? Do tell me what it is.
—Well...

Oh, Claire, there isn't an answer.

The Prime Minister wants me to help him
score party political points.

Sir Humphrey wants me to be
completely impartial.

The Prime Minister
expects me to cut corners.

Sir Humphrey expects me
to stick to the rules.

The Prime Minister wants to blame
everything on the bureaucracy.

Sir Humphrey wants to put the blame
on government policy.

I have galloping
professional schizophrenia.

—How do you manage?
—Mostly, I say nothing to both of them.

Very intelligently.

I've got to be two
completely differently people,

and I'm not sure either of me
likes me any more.

—I like you, Bernard.
-Oh, really? That's very kind of you.

-But which one of me do you like?
—Both of you, Bernard.

Mr Aitikeev, this is the Policy Advisor
of the Prime Minister.

I'm Claire Sutton. Welcome.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

—Prime Minister?
—Ah, there you are.

Why are you lurking out here?

—Where's my speech?
-Speech?

I have to make a speech of welcome
to the Kumranistani Foreign Secretary.

Why? Why can't you just welcome him?

That's what I'm saying.
I want to welcome him. What do I say?

Well, how about, um, "Welcome"?

Fine!

Then what?

—Well, propose his health.
-But what do I actually say?

Prime Minister,
I don't write your speeches, actually.

I'm merely the Secretary to the Cabinet.

Why don't you ask Claire?

Surely soft-soaping
foreigners is her job.

Claire didn't know he was coming.
Neither did I.

You kept it secret, remember?

And now you expect me to welcome
some geezer from Central Asia,

when the first time I heard of him, or
his country, was exactly 10 minutes ago!

Actually, I think it's Bernard's job.

This is government business, not party.

Well, perhaps Bernard has
drafted something for you.

Well, where is he? Missing in action!

I simply can't imagine
why he's not here.

JIM: Who's that sitting next to Claire?

That's the Kumranistan
Foreign Secretary, Mr Aitikeev.

I'm pleased to see
that Claire's entertaining him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Sorry, Prime Minister, I didn't realise
you'd want to make a speech.

I haven't had time to write one.

Here are some notes
with some information on Kumranistan.

—I actually have to go now.
—Why? Where are you going?

Well, Sir Humphrey told me to...

—To stay and hear your speech.
—Obviously.

Prime Minister,
I think this might be the moment,

before our guest of honour
gets the worse for wear.

(CLINKING)

Okay.

Well, now...

I haven't prepared anything
to say in welcome,

but I very much want to welcome
our very welcome guest.

Welcome.

Um...

We celebrate tonight
the long-standing friendship...

Relationship between
our great country and yours.

I mean, no, your great country and ours.

Um, we first came across each other

in the early days of the East India
Company and the Indian Empire.

And, initially, of course,
you were all just wild tribesmen,

who... Who we were quite
unable to tame or control.

But, in the fullness of time,
we managed to conquer...

Not conquer. Not conquer at all.

Certainly not!

No, we managed to overcome

your magnificent and fierce
spirit of independence.

And I'm sure you were
most grateful for that.

But then, as part of our empire,

on which the sun never sets,

we built your railways
and made the trains run on time.

I wish you could do the same for us now.

(LAUGHING)

Anyway, um...

We... We went through
some rough patches.

The massacre...

And we were not blameless. By no means!

But to bring us up to date, um...

You actually had a long spell
under the Soviets,

but now we can welcome you to that
great fellowship of democracies...

Or at least you could make a start

on the long journey towards
a fully democratic society.

Or whatever society suits you best.

So it gives me great pleasure

to propose your health, sir,
to welcome you

and to raise a glass in, um...

Welcome.

(APPLAUDING)

Dinner went well, I thought.

They liked my speech.

And they really liked
the goulash and dumplings.

Oh, they liked your speech, too.

How did you get on
with the Kumranistani Foreign Secretary?

—Was he friendly?
—Very.

—No difficulty understanding him?
—No difficulty at all.

You think, um, he's just a figurehead,
or a really hands-on minister?

Oh, he's hands-on, all right.

Well, once he's on board,
we'll just need a few endorsements.

You remember the World Economic
Forum at Davos,

that really worked because
Bob Geldof came out in support of it.

I know, we're working on that,
and Annie Lennox, and Bone.

Bone? Oh' great!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

—Hello, Bernard, enjoy dinner?
-Oh, very much, Prime Minister.

Enjoy my speech?

Yes, Prime Minister.
But the goulash was good.

New cook, apparently.

Yes, and in connection with that,
we have a situation.

We've just discovered the cook here
is in the UK illegally.

We have an illegal immigrant
working at Chequers?

How? What the hell
is the Home Office doing?

I wonder if anyone will ever solve
that perennial riddle.

Plotting to get rid of me,
I should imagine.

—The Home Secretary wants my job.
—They all do.

I'll reshuffle her to the graveyard,

the Ministry of Culture,
Media and Sports.

You know, I've never understood
the connection between those three.

Culture, media and sport?
None of them matter.

What do you want me
to do about this cook?

Where's she from?

She wouldn't say, apparently.
But she's got a false EU passport.

Well, couldn't we just
rush a visa through for her?

Well, I'll try, but if you're right
about the Home Office,

it could take months.

—I think we'll have to let her 90.
—Right.

We can't risk the media finding out.

"Prime Minister
Harbours Illegal Immigrant."

How did it come to light?

One of the waiters
mentioned it at dinner.

Somebody's probably
phoned the BBC already.

(LAUGHING)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes?

It's the BBC.

Yes. Thank you.

That was the Press Office, actually.

BBC Television's devoting

its Sunday morning programme
to you, Prime Minister.

—Should I be pleased?
—I fear not.

—It'll be called "Government in Crisis".
-Oh, Christ.

They want to interview you about
the rumoured Cabinet reshuffle

and the deadlock
in the Lancaster House summit.

You're not going to do that, Jim.
He's not doing that.

If I could mention the Kumranistan loan.

You can't.

Not until Kumranistan has definitely
signed on the dotted line,

and not until this euro business with
the European Central Bank is sorted out.

Phone them back, pretend to be helpful.

Whatever they ask, just give them one of

the replies in the red binder
by the phone.

-Oh, I haven't seen this before.
—Supplied by the Press Office.

At my suggestion.
I worked on it with them.

Right.

Yes, Robin Simpson, please.

This is Robin Simpson.

It's Bernard Woolley,

the Prime Minister's
Principal Private Secretary.

Unfortunately, the Prime Minister
can't speak to you at the moment.

But, uh, how can I help?

Well, it seems he's losing the support
of his Cabinet and his backbenchers.

Number 3.

The Prime Minister is not interested
in Westminster tittle-tattle.

He has the full support
of his colleagues and his party

on all matters of substance.

I see.

But has the Prime Minister
thought of resigning,

in the interest of party unity?

Are you seriously asking me that?

Number 4.

The Prime Minister was elected to do
a job and he intends to get on with it.

It will mean tough decisions,
but that's what the country expects,

and that's what he's going to do.

Next?

But what about the awful state
of the economy?

—Number 1!
—Number 1!

This isn't a British crisis,
it's a world crisis.

Many countries are worse affected
than we are.

We intend to play our part
within the community.

But what exactly is he doing about it?

Two? Two!

Number two.

The government will do
everything that needs to be done.

He will not flinch from his duty

and a statement will be made
when the time is ripe.

Why do you think the European
Financial Summit has got nowhere?

I don't think that.

—BOTH: Five.
—What?

—Five!
—Is the Prime Minister there?

Uh, no, that's just the, uh,
TV you can hear. Sorry.

The Prime Minister was elected
to do a job, and...

Oh, no, I've done that one already.

The meeting/conference
has certainly not been a failure.

There has been
invaluable groundwork done

and a blueprint is being drawn up
for the next phase.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Oh, thank you.

What are you thanking her for?

She says I've been thoroughly unhelpful.

Well done, Bernard.
Well done, both of you.

How happy is the Prime Minister
about his future?

He's as happy as a rat-catcher
on a rubbish dump.

The Prime Minister is as happy

as an environmental health officer
on a civic amenities site.

I hate the BBC!

It's like having two oppositions,

one at Westminster,
and the other at Broadcasting House.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Ah, Miss Simpson again.

What kind of leak?

—About joining the euro?
—(WHISPERS) No! No!

No, the Prime Minister
knows nothing about this.

Britain's position on the euro
remains unchanged.

Come on, let's get online.

No, I can't explain the markets!
Who can?

My Blackberry
doesn't seem to be working.

Mine is. Oh, this is interesting.

"The rumours about joining the euro

"started after heavy buying of euros
by Golding Brothers Bank."

—Funny.
—Why?

Well, Humphrey has a directorship
lined up there when he retires.

He's out of control!

—It might have been somebody else.
—Who else knew?

Even I didn't know!

Shall I get Sir Humphrey?

If there's been
heavy buying of the euro,

that would explain today's
heavy selling of the pound.

I must do something!

I may be able to help.

Well, I've been doing some research
into some of this.

—We've had that paper ready for a while.
—What paper?

"Reform of the Civil Service,

—"Root and Branch."
—\/\/hat?

Bernard, things are about
to change round here.

We started to curb the MPs,
now we must deal with the Civil Service.

Humphrey has tried
to bounce us into Europe

and feather his nest
by briefing that bank!

I have got to get him under control!

He's an over-mighty subject.

Well, actually he's the Queen's subject,
not yours.

—You're just the Prime Minister...
—Yes, I know who I am, Bernard!

Claire, this latest outrage by Humphrey

is just one more example
of the corruption

of those who think
they are above the law.

Ah.

—Hello, Humphrey.
—We were just talking about you.

Ah, Prime Minister, the Director General
of the BBC is here to see you.

It's in your diary, Prime Minister.

—What does he want?
—More money, I expect.

Isn't that what the BBC always wants?

Well, maybe we could manage it

if we brought in a Civil Service
reform bill straight away.

—What?
—Reform of the Civil Service, Humphrey,

—Root and branch.
-What, what, what, what?

What has this got to do with the BBC?

Well, saving money on the Civil Service

would release more money for the Beeb.

Ah, well,

I would advise against a
precipitate approach to the

reform of the Civil Service,
Prime Minister, or the BBC,

which is a magnificent organisation.

It is the Rolls-Royce of broadcasting.
This all needs mature deliberation,

—extensive consultation...
—Okay, okay, so the alternative

is if we could really save
money on the BBC,

then the Civil Service reform bill
wouldn't be so urgent.

What do you think?
I know you love the BBC.

I think it would be rather
courageous, Prime Minister.

Would it?

No, actually, it wouldn't.

I'm not falling for that any more.
It would not!

It would not be courageous,
it would merely be controversial.

In fact,
it might even win me some votes,

putting some cash back into
the voters' pockets.

So, we're all agreed,
more cuts for the Beeb,

and we put Civil Service reform
on the back burner.

Um...

Glad to have your loyal
support, Humphrey.

Show the D6 in.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

Jeremy, do come in.

Ah, the Director General,
Prime Minister.

—Jeremy!
—Jim.

-Drinkie? I am on Scotch.
—No, fine, thanks.

I'm afraid we're a bit rushed,
but do sit down.

I'm glad you're here,
I would like to take the opportunity

to talk about that TV programme.

—What programme?
—The programme you're running

—on Sunday rubbishing me.
-Are we?

Oh, yes! Please let's not play games.

Look it's not about you specifically,

it's part of a broad, measured look
at the state of the nation.

Rubbishing me, in fact.

No, no. Fair, balanced, responsible.

Humphrey, come on.

Um, Jeremy...

(CHUCKLES) Uh...

Perhaps you're not aware
of the extent of this financial crisis.

Anything that destabilises
Britain at this juncture

would be grossly irresponsible.

Obviously, we don't want
to "destabilise Britain," as you put it,

but we're not the Government
Information Service, either.

We have a duty to reflect
all shades of opinion.

We're journalists. Our job to keep
the public fully informed.

Why don't you postpone the programme?

At least until after the outcome
of the Lancaster House summit is clear?

I hope you're not putting
political pressure on the BBC.

Political pressure! Good heavens, no!

Oh, that would be most
improper, I'm not even political.

Just a humble civil servant.

And we truly value the
independence of the BBC.

I am glad to hear it, but we can't
possibly postpone at such short notice.

And I can't interfere with content.

I am only the Director General.

Oh, I see.

Besides, the producers
would smell a rat.

—And they'd leak it.
—Um, just to clarify,

a rat can leak,
but you can't leak a rat.

Thank you, Bernard, most helpful.

So, the BBC's smug
and self-satisfied pundits

are going ahead
with their biased and scurrilous attack

on the democratically
elected government.

-Got that, Bernard?
-"...democratically elected government".

No, our team of professional
journalists are going ahead with their

fair and balanced review
of the current political situation.

Got that, Bernard?

Well, let me...
Let me stop you right there because

Humphrey's just come up
with a really interesting idea,

—haven't you, Humphrey?
—I, um...

He says that in these
straightened times,

making even more cuts in expenditure
will be necessary.

Impossible. We've already cut
to the bone, there's no more we can do.

Humphrey says we could sell
your digital channels,

your websites, BBC Two, Three, Four,

Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine.

-All the radio stations.
-Except Radio 4.

BBC Worldwide, BBC Publications,

—BBC Symphony...
—And the other four orchestras.

And then we could cut the licence fee

-by so%.
—Eight...

That would be such a relief for you.

Humphrey, you always said...

No, I am... I'm a great supporter
of the BBC, it's just...

But you were saying they were
overstretched, weren't you?

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, Jeremy.

Yeah, well, in normal circumstances,
naturally, this would be

an entirely different ball game,
but, well... Yes.

If the nation is under
extreme fiscal and monetary pressure,

it could become necessary, inter alia,

to consider measures which under
different economic conditions

would not have been desirable.

I couldn't have put it better myself.

And Humphrey pointed out that only about

35 to 45 hours a week
on the BBC is original

and distinctive programming.

So you could get all that onto
one channel, easily.

That's what Humphrey's proposing.

We'll be able to keep all of your
quality programmes

and the World Service, of Emma.

And all your financial problems
will be solved.

That's a monstrous idea.

The BBC is the great bulwark
of civilised values

against the tide of commercialism.

It is a beacon of world broadcasting...

It's a beacon of repeats,
Hollywood movies,

bought-in programmes
and bought-in sporting events!

Most of what you show on the BBC
is no different from what people get on

subscription channels,
commercial channels, pay—tv.

You can't possibly compare a great

public broadcasting service
with tacky commercial output.

You can compare the programmes,
cookery programmes,

makeovers, quizzes, game shows!

It's cultural vandalism.

—CLAIRE: Why?
-Radio 3.

Classical music.

It's readily available everywhere.

And you'd be free at last
to focus on quality!

And forget about The Apprentice,

The Weakest Link,

Addicted to Boob jobs!

Help, my Dog is as Fat as Mel!

And all that junk that so obviously

Doesn't need to be paid for
by the taxpayer!

It's quality entertainment.

It's optical chewing gum!

Humphrey!

(STAMMERING) Well, Jeremy...

You know,
I yield to no one in my admin...

What... What do you say...

At the end of the day...
Other things being equal...

Mutatis Mutandis,
in the fullness of time...

The Cabinet
would never back you on this.

Actually, that is the one thing
they would definitely back me on.

When we go on the BBC,

your presenters just jeer and sneer
at all of us.

Posturing opportunists

who've never had
to take responsibility for anything!

Anyway,

we'll study your comments on this,
but I think,

uh, Humphrey's basic idea
is pretty sound.

So, I will wait to hear from you.

You certainly will.

Oh, incidentally,

just to change the subject,

if I were to give a live

interview in the programme on Sunday,

—from Chequers...
—Live?

Are you quite sure, Prime Minister?

So they can't edit what I say,

I would feel that the BBC
was at least trying to be fair,

especially if the interview
was the last item,

so I could answer all the points.

I don't see why we can't manage that.

I'll have a word.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

He won't cancel the programme,

but they'll give me the live interview
at the end of it.

I really do admire your courage,
Prime Minister.

Oh, God.

Have I been courageous?

Prime Minister, you are now committed

to a live interview on the
top political programme of the week

without any idea of how you're
going to explain away

any of the current crises.

What will I say?

Goodbye.

Are you serious?

Yes, Prime Minister.