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Open.

Legs apart.

What are you looking for?

Aden, where east meets west.

Vital as an oil refinery
as well as a Gulf trade route.

The beach here at Aden
is lovely.

The sand is warm and the sharks
are not always hungry.

The occasional outbreaks
of violence are caused

by what are officially
called dissident tribesmen.

As long as there's trouble,
there must be troops.

The Queen has full confidence
in Aden's future,

describing it as the perfect
example of colonial rule.

- What are you doing?
- Shh.

Cover for me.

Where are you going?

Look, the NLF will kill Yusra
for what she did,

and we're letting it happen.

I'm not having that.

- Bang! Bang, bang, bang!
- I see.

- Yes.
- Bang, bang, bang, bang.

That's settled, then.

- Ten o'clock tomorrow.
- Bang.

- Goodbye.
- Bang. Bang.

Bit quieter, darling.
Daddy can't hear himself think.

Where's Yusra?

Go and play
in your bedroom, George.

Well, they've taken
a statement from me,

which means
I have to give evidence.

In court? Against Joe?

It's not "against" him, Mary,
it's just the facts.

I gave the order,
he disobeyed it.

- He saved George!
- Mary...

I don't understand.
He'd be dead

if it weren't
for Joe Martin.

An order is an order. There's
nothing I can do for him.

You're part of the prosecution
case against the man

who saved our son's life.

He saved me from the bad men.

Yes.

So why is he in prison?

Will they shoot him, Daddy?

Joe saw all of these.

He was there.

And was asked to deny
that it had ever happened.

But he kept the film.

Yeah, you know a good man
by what he does under pressure.

Do the British want
these photographs destroyed

because they're embarrassing?

Yes.

Because they tell a story

that isn't the official account
of what is happening here?

Sure.

Do the families of these men
deserve to see them?

I think so.

I should go to him.

Honor.
The little man has to lose.

You do know that?
Every time.

You know what the order was.

I can make this
so hard for you.

Eczema.

The heat makes it
almost intolerable.

He never gets through
an interview

without a good scratch.

Maybe this time.

The order was to escort
a prisoner.

Who gave you the order?

Major Markham.

Did you obey it?

No.

Do you know what it means
to disobey an order?

Yes.

Sit down.

I had a choice--

a child with his whole life
ahead of him--

Who do you think you are?

I want you to listen carefully,
because this is

the most important thing
you will ever hear.

The whole of High Command know
who you are,

they're taking a real interest
in Captain Babyface.

If you decide to fight us,
we will expose you.

Does your new wife know
about your sordid past?

What do you want?

Help me.

Help yourself.

Yusra! Yusra?

The NLF don't like it
when you help the enemy.

The family.

Locked inside, burnt to death.

Oh, God.

But not Yusra.

Where is she?

I know where she is,
but you need to go.

Where is she?!
Where is she?!

Where is she?!
Where is she?!

- Where is she?!
- You should go.

- Where is she?!
- You need to go now.

- Go now.
- Yusra!

Go! You should go!
Go! You should go!

You should go! You should go!

Cucumber.

Thank you.

I want an abortion.

That's against the law.

Yes.

I'm asking you to help me.

Why do you feel you want
to do this?

Why do you feel you can ask?

I'm a doctor.
I can't just...

Really?

Why not?

You know better than me
what I want?

I didn't ask you here
for moral guidance.

- It's my duty...
- It's none of your business!

I would do it myself
if I could, but I can't.

Please.

What does your husband say?

Joe...

I'm sorry.

I wasn't thinking of you.

I should have been.

No.

No, you were just being brave.

I'll be discharged
from the army and I...

It'll be years, Honor...

and when I get out...

Don't wait for me.

Find a new life.

- Take the handcuffs off.
- I can't do that.

He's in a cell in the most
secure building in Aden

with the British Army
guarding him

and you need
to keep his hands tied

so he can't hug his wife?!

What kind of man are you?

Just tell the truth and
everything will be all right.

That.

That's what I loved about you.

Such uncomplicated innocence.

Here's Honor, as she is,
as she always will be.

Loved?

You said "loved".

Love.

Then that's enough.

Everything's unpicked by love

and the truth isn't frightened
of anything or anyone.

It's not that simple.

I'm not that simple.

=There's something you don't
know about my past, Honor...

Shhh. Not now, hmm?

I brought the film to Martha.

I've seen the photographs.

- Honor...
- Why didn't you destroy it?

I think it's because deep down,

you don't think that concealing
the truth can ever be right.

Time's up!

When my mother fell asleep
on the chair on a Sunday,

my father would steal in
and allow himself

to go back to their beginnings
and whispered to her,

"When you are old and grey

and full of sleep,
and nodding by the fire,

take down this book,
and slowly read,

and dream of the soft look
your eyes had once,

and of their shadows deep."

"How many loved your moments
of glad grace,

and loved your beauty
with love false and true,

but one man loved
the pilgrim soul in you."

Look at me.

Hold on to love
for dear life, Joe.

When you have it.

[ Music plays indistinctly
in background

So an accused is, erm, well,
he's allowed someone

alongside him to talk to,
to take advice from,

to cross examine witnesses for,
as a kind of pal, you know--

so, well, they call it
an officer's friend.

It's very nice of you to offer
to be my... what's it called?

My friend.
I don't really need your help...

Yeah, well, you don't have
a choice, I'm afraid,

cos you saved my life.

Yeah, a life for a life.

I was dead, Joe.

I was dead on that road.

They told me at the hospital.

I had minutes left to live
when you came for me.

You dragged me back
from the edge.

I can't imagine where you got
the courage and the strength.

So where's your fight now?

I have to plead guilty.

What about Honor?

Well, do you feel guilty?

Because if you don't,
and you plead guilty,

then you'll wake up the morning
after you've been sentenced,

you're going to look
at the wall of your cell

and you'll know that there
is nothing you can do

in the rest of your life

that will correct
the mistake you made

in not being honest
with yourself.

I'm not sure you'll survive, Joe.

There's no defence, is there?

Why don't we trust in
the moral high ground

being a good place
to defend oneself?

You're dead.
I've got you now.

You...

What would happen
if you said no?

What if you told them
you wouldn't give evidence?

Then my career would be over.

I see.

Bang! Bang! You're dead,
you're dead, you're dead!

- Jesus Christ.
- Sorry. Hello.

- I-- I was just...
- The door was open?

- Yes.
- Were the lights on?

What?

I-I think so.

And the fan--
did you turn that on?

No.

Last time I was here,
I saw Harvey Tilbrook.

He lied to me.

- What about?
- Seeing you.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

But I saw him talking to a man
in the hotel lobby.

Who?

There's nothing to worry about.

Prosecution have got it
all in hand.

I'll have a glass,
you have the bottle.

Other way round, maybe, sir?

It's court in the morning.

So, why are you here?

If your job were one thing...

If being a sergeant
in the British Army

boiled down to one thing...

Knowing my officers
and my men better

than they know themselves.

- Captain Martin?
- There's a good man.

Major Markham?

Doesn't need to ask
his sergeant what to do.

I swear by Almighty God
that the evidence

I give shall be the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

Who gave Captain Martin
the order to escort Kadir?

- I did.
- Personally? Directly?

Yes.

Did you later discover whether
the order had been carried out?

Yes.

And had it?

Was the order carried out,
Major Markham?

No.

What would you have done,

if you had been
in Captain Martin's shoes?

What if it was his son
that was being held hostage,

sentenced to die,
clock ticking down

and you had the chance
to save him.

What would you do?

Your duty?

His child?

My duty.

Thank you, Major.

And if it were your own child?

Abraham was prepared
to kill his own son

because God demanded it of him.
And what about you, sir?

If the Army demanded it of you,
would it be the right thing?

Erm...

No, it wouldn't.
I'm sorry.

This is all hypothetical.

Well, if this officer, whom
everyone describes as the best,

the most upstanding of men,

tells us that there
are circumstances

in which it is right
to disobey an order,

then it proves
the possibility exists.

A principle is starting
to be established.

Disobeying an order can be
the right thing to do.

I don't agree.

Law and morality
are the same thing.

- What, in Nazi Germany?
- This is not Nazi Germany.

Or at Amritsar?

Would you have shot those
600 defenceless men,

women, and children

because your commanding officer
asked you to do it, Brigadier?

The question's not
a rhetorical one, sir.

It is impertinent!

If my CO's moral map has room
in it for conscience,

then this is not
a strict liability offence.

I-- I'd like to say something.

When I gave the order
to Captain Martin,

my son was missing.

I believed then that he was
certain to die.

And the end of his life
felt like the end of my life.

Every decision I have made
as a commanding officer,

every order I have given
has been done

so with the deep care
that the privilege

of commanding the best soldiers
in the world asks for.

- Major...
- However,

when I gave that order
to Captain Martin...

I was not fit to do so.

I was unfit to command my men.

I'm sorry.

In interview, you were asked
if you disobeyed an order.

Did you?

Yes. Morally, it was
the only choice.

Ah, yes, the moral man.

Where were you on the afternoon
of Christmas Day?

I had work to see to.

- What kind of work?
- An interview.

- On Christmas Day?
- Yes.

Who were you interviewing?

- A reporter.
- Name?

Martha Franklin.

In the office?

- No.
- Somewhere else on the base?

In a bar.

On Christmas Day?

Yes.

Did you tell your wife
that you were going off

to meet a woman in a bar?

- Not exactly.
- Well, yes or no?

Not exactly.

You're going to have to explain
that answer for those of us

who believe the truth
to be a simple concept.

What the truth is or appears
to be always depends

on who's looking at it,
wouldn't you say?

Did you tell your wife
where you were going,

yes or no?

No.

W-hen did you next see
Martha Franklin?

- The next day.
- Boxing Day?

- Yes.
- Same bar?

- No.
- Where?

The Gordon Hotel.

- In the lobby?
- No.

In the bar?

I wanted to explain...

No, no, where did you meet for
your interview, Captain Martin?

In her room.

Are you a moral man,
Captain Martin?

It's over, isn't it?

I'm going down.

Honor.

What?

I want them to hear her talk
about you.

I'm not going to put her
through that.

That'd be up to her.

It's fine.

I can hide.

But with a British soldier
beside me, it's not possible.

You must go.

No.

If you love me, if you want me
to be safe, you have to go.

Coca-Cola, please.

Ice, no lemon.

It's up to you what I drink?

You're a guest.

Sometimes you forget,
you people.

The interview has to be
in English.

Kadir's English is better
than my Arabic.

You don't make the conditions.

If it's not in English,
I won't agree to it.

So, you see, I do.

Western arrogance.

No, a reporter's rules.

How do we know
we can trust you?

You don't.
I'll write whatever I like.

I mean, how do we know
we can trust you

not to bring
the British Army with you?

Well, you don't know
that either.

Except it would go
against everything

I believe in as a reporter.

These are just words.

What else is there?

He did the right thing,
for honest reasons.

My husband's a good man.

I know he is.

Thank you.

How long have you been married?

Nine weeks.

And before you were married,
how long had you known him?

Not long.

We, erm-- We met
on Valentine's day.

- How romantic.
- Yes.

How much do you know about
his life before he met you?

Does the name Valerie Cotton
mean anything to you?

- No.
- Really?

Nothing?

She drowned herself a week

after writing a letter
to your husband.

Oh, my goodness.

The letter says, "I love you.

I will leave my husband
and my children

if you promise to be with me.

If you don't make the promise,
I cannot live."

She received no reply.

You really don't know
about this, do you?

The date of the letter?

The second of February 1964,

one year and 12 days before
the Valentine's Day

on which you met Joe Martin.

Was it a dance?

Sorry?

Did you meet him at a dance?

Yes.

Is he a good dancer?

Erm...

Yes.

That's about all you can say,
isn't it?

Concerning the character
of your husband.

"He's a good dancer."

Thank you, Mr Bishop,
court will resume at ten o'clock

tomorrow morning.

Hey!

Martha?

Coca-Cola-- ice, no lemon.

Shall we begin?

Yusra's family--
was that you?

We kill people who betray us.

You can't win, militarily.

You see, Britain, deep down,
is very ashamed of Empire.

She doesn't want to be seen
talking of her shame,

but she feels it nonetheless.

Are you talking to them?

Yes.

If that were true,
you wouldn't tell me.

Go on.

Why not carry on negotiations?

Why wreck it all
by telling a journalist?

It's very simple--

true independence
is not given away, it's taken.

You want me to write a story
about secret talks?

People in Britain
need to confront their shame.

I'm thinking about Great Britain
as well as Aden.

"The benevolent terrorist."

Oh, now, Miss Franklin.

What is this word?

Is Mandela a terrorist?

Kenyatta?

Nehru?

And, anyway,
the British government,

they don't talk to terrorists.

Most certainly not about handing
over of power to them.

You're using me to expose
the hypocrisy.

Absolutely.

Who have you met with?

A very distinguished
and rare old bird.

The Minister for Colonies.

How can I verify this?

Your laundry is back
in your drawer, your fan is off,

the light on your desk is off,
and the photographs destroyed.

You've been spying on me.

Not us.

What are you doing here?

I don't have time to talk.

I have to write a story
and it has to be now.

You look terrible.

Joe has a past
I didn't know about.

You found out?

In court.

Barristers are bullies.

We all have secrets, Honor.

Apart from you.

They think that by telling me something

I don't know about Joe,
they'll turn me away from him.

They're wrong.

I love him and I don't know him,
but both things can be true.

Right?

It's the first one that matters.

- I thought you might be dead.
- Ha! Why?

Well, because without
the photographs,

it all depends on you.

I have a story to write.

It's the biggest of my career.

Then Joe will go to prison.

What-- What is it
that you said?

The-- The little man has to pay
the price, every time.

What are you doing?

Whitehall, London, please.

Martha Franklin,
Washington Post.

Can you put me through
to the Minister of Colonies?

Oh, just a few questions.

He's-- He's overseas?

Oh, he's in London.

Thanks.

This is the man you saw
talking to Tilbrook.

Officially, he's not here.

Do you know what they say
at Sandhurst?

If you can't see your face in
your shoes, they're not ready.

And can you?

Sir. Something for you.

Sir. What is it?

Redemption.

What about the German cars?

You're home early.

I thought I could
take George swimming.

Yay! Swimming!

Colin Calvert.

Cabinet Minister.

Yes, that's him.

That's the man I was taking to
The Gordon Hotel.

His code name's Owl.

There, Owl.
Date, time.

Pick up 12:55 hours,
delivery 13:30.

Co-ordinates eight, eight,
four, triple one.

No.

That can't be right.

Triple one?

I remember that.

That's where I was taking Kadir.

Starfish.

Starfish and Owl.

The Minister was here to meet
with the terrorists.

The government have been talking
to the men

who would have killed
George Markham.

I know you've been talking
with Kadir.

I know the distinguished
Cabinet Minister

is in Aden to hold secret talks
with the leader

of a terrorist organization
who kidnap small children.

I know his people in London
are lying about his whereabouts.

I know all this

because there is a military
logbook that verifies it.

And I know just how embarrassing
all this would be

if I were to publish it.

What would the headlines be?

There'd be no story.

You'd give up your story.

Mr. Bishop.

After much careful consideration,

the Crown has taken the view
that there are now

compelling reasons why it is not
in the interests of justice

or the national interest to
pursue this prosecution further.

What's he saying?

He's saying you're a free man.

All rise.

What was that?

Kiss.

Oh.

Well...

I've done everything I can.

There's just one more thing.

No, two.

What?

I'm thinking about
leaving the Army.

I don't think it helps us
to be fighting

all the rules all the time...

It helps them.

What?

The Army.

It's good for the British Army
to have you in it.

It's what you were
doing in court--

saving Joe Martin,

and making them think very hard
about what they should be.

They need you.

What was the second thing?

No.

Ed.

Nothing.

What?

I'd leave you.

If it would make you happier...

I'd go.

How do I look?

You look terrible, awful.

Thank you, darling.

I love it when you
call me darling.

What do you mean "terrible"?

- No!
- Come here!

I've got you!

They lied to us.

They lied and they lied.

The world upside down.

And then you did
the right thing, Harry.

And the world righted itself.

Go out there, inspect your men.

Tony! Come!
The sun is going down.

- Quick!
- Yeah, wait, Yusra!

Quick, come!

No, no. Yusra!

Yusra!

No, Yusra!

No, no, no, no, no, Yusra!

No, Yusra, no, stay with me!

Stay with me!

Can you hear me?!

No, no, no.

Where are you?!

Where are you?!

Show yourselves!

Shoot me!

Come on, kill me!

Kill me! Shoot me!

Show yourself,
you fucking coward!

Shoot me! Kill me!

Shoot me! Kill me!

Shoot me!

When you joined this regiment,
you commit yourself

to working and fighting
for Queen and Country.

But these are nothing compared
with the deep understanding

that when we stand together,
as we do today,

it is with
the certain knowledge

that the man you stand
next to will die for you,

and that you will die
for him--

and that is the promise
by which we all live.

Squad, by the left!

Dismissed!

Come on, Armstrong.