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He can be very important to us.

A jet plane man. Brilliant man.

I want you to take this German
and get him wining and dining,

- and completely turn him around.
- This is our real operation.

We have the capacity to
listen to several rooms

where we've parked people
we're interested in.

That's the funny thing about this hotel.

I hear the Army is
using it. Is that you?

Maybe bringing people over here

who did things during the war
that they need to answer for.

You have your job to do,
Miss Griffiths, I understand.

But our job concerns
matters of national security.

You're from T-Force, aren't you?

Come on, surely you
can tell me that. Can't you?

- Did you see the doctor, Victor?
- Yes, I did indeed.

And he gave you something
for your headaches?

Gloriously empty up here.

What is this really serious work
you're doing that means you can't stay?

You don't want to lose
them, I promise you.

You really don't want
to find you've lost them.

I will not work for
the British government.

It is you. My little one.

How nice to meet you again.

Do you want some chocolates?

They are from Belgium.

Don't stop now! Come on!

There must be another number!
There must be an encore.

You want another number, do you?

Well, honey, you may not
have anything to do tomorrow,

but I do. So, goodnight, everyone.

So the basement ballroom
is well and truly reopened.

It was marvellous. Even if she
was a little fierce, that singer.

Rather terrifying, in fact.

She is frightening, yes.

Whoa!

What a beautiful old Rolls!

Yes, it's ancient, but it works.

And the seats...

smell truly fantastic.

See what you think.

They do.

I must take that little
girl shopping, by the way.

No, no, you really
don't need to bother.

Yes, I do. She can't
wear that dress every evening.

Goodnight, my old friend.

And thanks for this evening.

Just you watch, you're not going to
be able to get rid of us from now on.

Mr Ferguson.

The hotel came back to life, didn't it?

It did.

Do you think it's for one night only?

I've no idea. Who knows?

Quite right. Who knows?

We must let Mr Ferguson
get back to his duties.

Whatever they might be.

Excuse me. Just a moment.

One moment.

Gentlemen, that was a
tremendously interesting evening.

I can't think of anything else but this.

If it works, we may be able
to see each other again.

I will visit you.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I need your help. My
room is on this floor,

but the numbers go in the wrong order.

I will show you. Please help me, sir.

You see?

They jump... from five to one...

Thank you, everybody, yeah?

Sssssh!

- So, Mr...
- Ssh, ssh!

- Mmh.
- I just came to say goodnight.

I'm glad to see you
had such a good evening.

You stayed for all of it. And more.

It was a good evening.

Perhaps even tremendous.

But it makes no difference to anything.

One night? How could it?

It doesn't matter how many
nights, I have only one desire...

to go home...

and every time I see you,
this is what I will tell you.

I will not cooperate with
the plans you have for me,

whatever you do, whatever happens.

Well, that's pretty clear.

You are here already, sir.

However early I am,
you manage to beat me.

That's because I've got a very
important assignment for you, Ringwood.

- That's good, sir.
- I want you to keep them at breakfast

for as long as possible this morning.

I'm going to search his room.

You've done his room, sir.
You tore the place to pieces.

Yes, but I didn't go
through their things.

I know he's brought some
work with him, he must have.

I know I would have done.

How many of these are you
spying on, Mr Ringwood?

Listening to their
conversations in their bedrooms.

It's only you, Mr Koehler.
You're very special to us.

And we're not spying
on you, not any more.

Now, a chance to have a
real English breakfast.

We've all collected our ration books
together so you can have an egg each

and a slice of bacon.

That's not your room, is it?

No, it isn't. This
isn't your floor, is it?

But you don't know that.

You don't know which is my
real floor or where my room is.

No, I don't. This is true.

And you haven't tried very
hard to find out, have you?

Well, don't let me keep you.

Whatever you're doing, you probably
don't have a lot of time to do it.

We'll just have some toast, please.

Just toast?

No. You must have the
eggs. We've arranged it.

We will have the toast
and nothing else, please.

I don't know how you manage
to make coffee taste like this.

Yes, quite.

That's one thing the war hasn't changed.

We have now finished, thank you.

No. Please...

isn't there anything else you want?

No, thank you. Come, Lotte.

My God!

Mr Koehler, you must come and see this.

The light is amazing. So
bright on all the buildings.

The views...

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like?

Given you won't talk
to me about your work,

I had to take the obvious course.

Which was crawling about my
daughter's cupboard, was it?

- So nothing is really private here.
- Not quite yet, no.

But hopefully soon.

You know, I'd love to know why
you hid the barley sugars, though.

They were for her. Of course I
knew your customs would take them.

Well, here you go.

Now, don't lose them.

As for these, these I'm going
to keep for a day or two.

- You won't understand them.
- We'll see.

I'm an engineer, remember?

I worked on jet engines before the war,

so let's see if I can surprise you.

What is really interesting is
not written down, of course.

- It's in here.
- Naturally.

And that is what I am going to unlock.

Telephone call for Mr Ferguson.

It's me. I need your help, Cal.

What's wrong, Victor?

I find I'm on the
floor and I can't move.

Come on, Victor. What are
you doing on the floor?

Mrs Tooley will find me any
moment and start yelling,

and I don't know what will happen then.

You have to get yourself
to the hospital, Victor.

Can you do that? Can you get there?

Yes. Yes, I can always do that,

- but they are bloody useless.
- Right,

so you can move. You're
not completely stuck.

Victor, I'll meet you there.

I have to see the brigadier
first, but I can be there by 12.

Promise me you'll get yourself
to the hospital, Victor.

But only for you, Cal.

Miss Griffiths. Believe it or not,
I'm in a terrible hurry this morning,

even worse than before, so I have to go.

Naturally. Since I've got you
for a moment, I'll be quick.

Here's the list of names
we're interested in.

Brigadier Wainwright has
been sent it many times,

so if there is anything you can do
to make sure we get a response...

Yes, yes. I'll see if we can get
any information on any of these names

and I will get it sent
straight back to you.

How long will it take?

Well, obviously I'll tell
him that it's very urgent.

- You will?
- Yes. Why do you doubt that?

I just know that everything is called
urgent at the moment, for everybody.

And of course, because we're
on different sides, as it were,

it's difficult and probably
a bit of a nuisance for you.

You keep saying that
we're on different sides.

As far as I'm concerned,
that just isn't true.

Then prove it to me.

Right...

quick as you can, Rogers.

But not if you kill
any children on the way.

And that's all you've got?
Notebooks from a doll's house?

It's full of interesting stuff.

I had a quick look.

But no. I don't have
a happy German for you

ready to work for us
for the rest of his life

and to give us all of his secrets. No.

He wants to go home.

The only place he's not going is home.

I will have these
doll's books checked out,

but we need him cooperating with us.

Well, someone else
may do better than me.

They're going to have to, aren't they?

No-one else can do it
better. You have to do it.

He could be of vital strategic
importance. Just crack his resolve.

Trouble is I don't know
how to do that, sir.

You've got a whole bloody hotel at
your disposal. What more do you want?

Since you ask, a piano
in my room would be nice.

But I've only got three days
left. It might not be worth it.

I lied. You've got four more days.

I can't do it in four days,
I can tell you that now.

You're going to bloody have to.

What's more, there's this woman from
the war crimes unit poking around.

Miss Griffiths, yes, I know.

She gave me a list of
names to get checked.

- I said that I would.
- Well, give it to me.

Come on, give me the list.

She's not going to go away, sir.

Of course she isn't.

Has it occurred to you
she could be useful to us

if she's handled right?

Especially useful to you
at this present moment.

- How?
- Come on, Ferguson,

I've never known you be
slow on the uptake before.

And I can see you know
exactly what I mean.

That's ridiculous. what
are you doing eating that?

That's not all you've got to eat, is it?

What are you saying? You need some
money, is that what you're saying?

I always need money, but
these are good for you.

- Try one.
- No, thank you,

I'm not eating a raw potato.

I've been waiting ages here for you,
so these are in fact my second helping.

We need to get you some more
medicine, something stronger.

You have to remain calm in
there and tell them the truth.

So, you haven't had
a job for three months

since the incident when
you struck your employer?

Well, I did not strike him.

I had a disagreement with him that
could only be resolved one way.

I haven't hit anybody since.

Not unprovoked, anyway.

Yes, of course there have
been times I've been provoked,

but that's just unavoidable at the
moment, as I'm sure you find yourself.

You say you have these migraines

and that causes you not to be
able to control your behaviour.

You have in fact presented
yourself at this hospital

several times recently,
saying it's an emergency.

My brother's very keen to work,
to lead a normal life again.

Like many people, his experiences
during the war stay with him and...

It... it's not about
the war. You're wrong.

You're the one who had
the worst experiences.

These memories cause
sudden changes in his mood,

which can lead to some rather...

chaotic behaviour.

I'm sorry, it's not about
the war. It is about now.

It's about what's happening now.

And while we're about it, he's
the one who has the nightmares.

And now he's the one who has to snatch
people off the streets of Germany

and then do anything to
make them work for us.

Just shut up. Just stop this.

He has all these
outfits with silly names.

MI19, T-Force Bios,

chasing after them for results

and none of them know
what the other's doing.

Just stop this at once, Victor.

I'm sorry about this.

Yes, quite right.

He wants me to remain calm,
but also tell the truth.

In case you were wondering, we...

can of course afford to
pay for any new treatment,

although when this National
Health Service starts,

you won't need to keep
thinking about that.

Victor.

What I will do, Mr Ferguson,

is to refer you to a
specialist as soon as possible.

Though in the meantime, I would suggest
you find something to occupy your mind.

A lot of returning servicemen
who have difficulties...

find that something that occupies
their mind each day is often...

I'm glad I don't occupy your mind.

I wouldn't want to be inside
there, inside that dome.

What was that? What on earth was that?

What is the point if you're just going
to be rude to everybody all the time

and nobody is going to help you?

That doctor had no
interest in helping me.

- You don't know that.
- No interest at all.

Well, believe it or not, I do.

And I am going to see you
get well, Victor. I will.

And what was all that stuff about me?

I mean, why did you
suddenly bring all that up?

I was only trying to tell the truth.

The truth? What, about me?

You don't know anything
about me, Victor.

Don't I?

We'll see about that.

Getting nowhere with
your German, are you?

- In a bit of a panic?
- No, there's no panic.

What? There's no panic.

No. I always have a plan.

I don't know why we
have to do this, sir.

Treating them like film stars
to try to make them work for us.

We won the fucking war, didn't we?

They were the enemy until last year...

- Sir...
- ... until a few months ago.

I'm sorry, sir, excuse me,
it just makes my blood boil.

- It isn't right.
- It is if it works.

I just came to tell you,

you'll be eating all your meals in
the basement ballroom from now on.

Where the music is and the
food is much more interesting.

But I'm not allowed to go out still?

- Even for a few minutes?
- Not quite yet, no.

But everything you need
will be provided here.

And I mean everything.

And...

there's a large car about to
arrive to take Lotte shopping.

There you are, Lotte.

It's so nice to see you, my dear.

Now, people tell me that
it's impossible in this town.

But let's see if we can
have a truly tremendous shop.

Yeah!

Who are you?

What do you mean?

I don't know who you are,

but you seem to have a
lot of power in this hotel.

I don't have any power here, no.

You're lying.

I'm suddenly told that I have a
booking here the next few nights

which I have to accept.

And they pushed a lot
of money into my face.

Well, who said that had
anything to do it me?

Nobody did.

But I have a feeling it was you.

I don't know who you are really
or what you're doing, but...

you have influence.

That always makes me suspicious.

There's no need to be suspicious.

I ought to tell you, in the
US, they think I'm a communist.

And are you a communist?

That's for you to find out.

Now, get the hell out of here, I'm busy.

Well, well...

never underestimate that
old bastard Wainwright.

- I should know that.
- We came to find you.

Look!

You look wonderful!

I have a letter for you, Mr Ferguson.

From the lady, Mrs Rachel Lombard.

Well, thank you.

Lovely dress. You're a lucky girl.

May I introduce Dieter Koehler.

Pleasure to meet you.

That was a little
obvious, don't you think?

Well, maybe a little bit, yes.

I will return to my room, now.

I believe Mrs Lombard is expecting me.

Mrs Lombard is up here.

Come on up, Cal.

I have to confess,

it still takes me a moment
or two to recognise my name.

Mrs Lombard! I'm still
not quite used to it yet.

I was Mrs Gertz for a number
of years, as you probably know.

I didn't know that, no.

Of course, I keep forgetting

that you and Alex haven't really
had a chance to catch up yet.

Well, Mr Gertz is no more.

He's been gone three years now.

He died.

I'm sorry.

That Gertz name seems to really
stick to me for some reason.

Maybe it's because of all his money.

I hope you're not going
to be shocked now, Cal.

Shocked? By what?

It's quite difficult to shock me.

By what this place looks like.

As you can see, I've
pushed everything around

because so much of the
furniture was truly hideous.

But of course, one doesn't
want to seem extravagant,

what with the current shortages.

I want to create something
that's a little more lovely.

You said in your note you
had a favour to ask me?

She does! It's a very small favour,

but I think she's a little bit
embarrassed by it, aren't you, darling?

- I am.
- Look at this piano, Cal.

It's about the only splendid
bit of furniture we have.

And it's totally undamaged,
and perfectly in tune.

You must make Cal show
you how good he is.

You must make him play,
darling. He's terrific.

I'm really not any more.

We just have to get him to admit it.

Remember, Cal is very good at finding
out the truth about everybody else.

Is he? Now I've been warned.

We go back a long way, of course.

Yes, Alex was always so good to me.

Opening doors after Oxford.

That's what close friends are for.

Exactly, but Cal never
needed me, really.

He's a scholarship boy.

Ask him the favour.

First, Cal, you must answer this
completely honestly, if you can.

I'll try.

So, would it be absolutely
dreadful of me to hold a party?

Why are you laughing?

I had no idea what
you were going to say!

Of course it wouldn't!
People still have parties.

I didn't know, having just arrived,
if it was the right thing to do.

It's a terrible thing to say, but
when I was here during the war...

I didn't know you'd been here before.

Yes, the beginning of '41.

Right in the middle of the Blitz.

My husband was a foreign
emissary for the President.

And the awful thing is... and you'll
hate me for saying this, but...

London was so exciting then.

Frightening, of course.

Everybody was living
just for the next day.

But so full of ideas and hope, too.

It was extraordinary, the atmosphere.

That's not how I remember it,
but then, I wasn't in London much.

No. You were doing
incredibly important things.

Secret things.

Sometimes, yes.

And now I'm back here, and all the
friends I knew before have vanished.

I don't know anybody, really.

So, a party seemed a good idea.

But, everybody is so...
depressed and life is hard.

I don't want it to seem insensitive.

Vulgar, even.

Well, there's no danger of that.

Thank you.

So, what was the favour, Mrs Lombard?

Rachel.

I want you to ask that
terrifying singer Eva...

if she will sing at my party?

Well, not such a small favour.

So, she scares you, too, does she?

I don't think she approved of me.

Hopefully, that's only temporary.

But she may agree to
it if it comes from you.

A fellow musician.

Yeah, an amateur musician.

Will you do it?

Mr Ferguson!

Mr Ferguson!

Mr Ferguson!

Mrs Tooley, I was so
hoping you'd drop by.

The music is far too
loud! Turn it off at once.

And this room is such a horrible mess.

And it gets worse every week.

A mess?

It's my collection, Mrs Tooley,

that I've picked up from all over
the place and I'm adding to it

because I need to occupy my mind.

My little one, out
for your walk, are you?

How good you look.

They won't let us out.
So, she walks here.

We must have another one of
our adventures soon, mustn't we?

I mean, a story.

Of course. Only that.

I will read to her.

Damn it.

So, you're a pianist, as well?

You sound a little bit
out of practice to me.

Well, I don't remember inviting you.

When I want an audience,
I'll let you know.

Just checking on your
progress, Mr Ferguson.

When I've made any, I expect
someone will remember to inform you.

They'd better. I hear you're
just mollycoddling the German.

That's right.

Well, it's reassuring to
see you so busy, anyway.

So thoroughly focused on the task.

It may surprise you,

but there's not a moment goes
by when I don't think about it.

And I'm confident I'll succeed.

And, of course, if I don't pull it
off, you can have a try yourself.

The way you lot like to do things.

You can beat the shit
out of him all you like.

You don't want to think about
not succeeding, I promise you.

Then I won't.

Now, if you'll excuse me, there's
a lady waiting for me downstairs.

Rather an attractive
lady, as it happens.

Wainwright may be prepared to
give you more time, but I'm not.

You have no idea how
alarming I find that threat.

Mr Ferguson. Good evening.

Miss Griffiths.

Before I sit down, I have
something to give you.

Here is the list. With
all of the names checked

and where we think
some of them might be.

That is quick.

Yes, well, I did say that I
would label it "very urgent".

This is useful.

Thank you.

Would you like to try one of these?

They're a new recipe. New this evening.

Certainly would.

Got yourself nicely settled
in here, haven't you?

Absolutely.

Talking of which, are you
really trying to tell me

you don't have any more
rooms in this place?

Or at least one big room where
you're keeping your records?

I am really telling you that, yes.

I know it must drive
you lot to distraction,

me suddenly popping up all the time.

I hate having to do it this
way. But time is so short.

And it's not just the trials
in Nuremberg that are important.

Everyone thinks that's all that matters,

but it's all the other
people we need to find...

we need to trace before
their trails become invisible.

I do realise, Miss Griffiths,
that time is very short.

Anyway...

I'm going to surprise you.

I'm going to stop lecturing you
tonight, be a little less serious,

because I can be like
that, believe it or not.

Although, it's been quite a while.
It may not be very convincing.

Why would you want to do that?

Be less serious?

Get your attention.

Naturally. Try a different approach.

Miss Griffiths, you have my attention.

In fact, you have all of my attention.

And I'm going to prove it to you.

I will have something
for you, something else,

in the next 24 hours or so that
will mean us working together.

Working together?

- You and me?
- Yes.

- Are you interested?
- Of course I am.

You're discovering me about to make
a complete pig of myself, Mr Ferguson.

You know, the food has
suddenly exploded in this hotel.

You must have noticed. A
few mistakes, of course.

Like serving corn on the cob,
but these are a real surprise.

It must've been the Austrian
cabbage that started it all.

Well, maybe. So, you've come without
your ward tonight, Mr Lindsay-Jones?

Yes, tempted back by the ingenious food.

And I was hoping to see you.

You've come with some kind
of a message for me, have you?

About getting results?
I have no message, no.

But I do have something
personal to ask you.

We don't know each other,
Mr Ferguson, I realise that.

No, we certainly don't.

But, since you haven't denied
being a member of T-Force...

and are not denying it now,

I want you to arrange for me to
go to the military camp in Enfield,

Altrincham Park.

I would have thought, for somebody
like you, that would be easy.

You think I'm somehow connected
with the Secret Service, Mr Ferguson?

No, no, no.

I'm afraid I don't have an
exciting or mysterious job at all.

I'm merely a foreign office official

a few months away from
leaving the service.

That's all I want. To visit the camp.

Will you arrange it? Tomorrow?

Well, why do you want to go there?

It needs to be in the evening.

Please do this for me.

Right, so where in the
camp do you want to go?

Please, just drive for the moment.

Now up to the house, please.

Now we wait, Mr Ferguson.

Until it's dark, before we go in.

Well, that could just be a good idea.

These ruins are used
for combat training.

House-to-house fighting
with live ammunition,

I'm not sure they do it in the dark,

so there might less
chance of us getting shot.

You don't have to
come with me, you know.

You didn't live here, by
any chance, Mr Lindsay-Jones?

No, no, absolutely not.

Shall we go in?

You really don't need to come
in if you don't feel it's safe,

but I'm going to go in,
unless you stop me, of course.

Hello!

Is anybody here?

If we make enough noise, they
ought to know that we're here

and they won't use us
for target practice.

You can make as much noise
as you like, Mr Ferguson.

There's no danger of
you waking the building.

No, I didn't live here.

I did come here a few times.

My wife knew the family.

Sir Henry Markham.

Last time I was here, it was...

just three weeks before
the outbreak of the war.

There was the most enormous ball...

coming-out party for the
daughter of the family.

It was really the most
extraordinary occasion.

Everything was so lavish.

The fountains were all
lit up in the garden.

There were flowers and
decorations all along these walls,

the King and Queen were here.

In fact, it took two hours
to get along the drive

because there were so many cars.

And my wife...

Isabel...

My wife...

she was wearing a particularly
fetching dress that night.

She died less than a year later

on one of the first
bombing raids of the Blitz.

I wasn't with her.

I was working late
at the Foreign Office.

It wasn't here that she died, but...

for some reason,
whenever I think of her...

I see her as she was that night.

Well, I'm sorry I made it sound
so urgent about coming here,

but I didn't want to lose contact
with you in case you left the hotel.

You see, I've looked into
who you are, Mr Ferguson,

I've checked a few things about you-

I thought you had.

I know you worked for Mr
Frank Whittle before the war,

on his invention and
development of the jet engine,

and you saw it first-hand,

the terrible obstacles and
indifference that he encountered

and what that led to.

I know you understand the cost

of ministerial incompetence
and official deceit.

Am I right, Mr Ferguson?

You could be.

Now, it is possible that
I saw some things myself

in the circles I move in, that could
be of interest to you, Mr Ferguson.

I'm guessing, of course,
that you'll be interested,

but I know some things
very few other people do.

About what really went on.

How we could have won the war
before it had even started.

How none of this need have happened.

Stories about some of the
highest people in the land

and what they actually got away with.

What they did in secret.

I have to piece it all together still,

find out a little more
before I'm certain,

and I might need your help.

Might you, Mr Lindsay-Jones.

I might. But if you are
intrigued, or a little interested,

or merely just curious,
you must let me know.

Well, I'd be an idiot not to
be curious, Mr Lindsay-Jones.

But at this moment, I
have a very full schedule.

Especially, as it happens, tonight.

Always so busy.

Even tonight?

- Who are you listening to?
- It's you, sir.

I'd like to know who the
hell you were listening to.

Just one of the other
people we're interested in, sir.

I didn't realise you were
still listening to other people?

Yes, sir, I told you that on the
first day, don't you remember?

It's just three other rooms, not
nearly as important as Mr Koehler.

I didn't want to bother
you with the details.

When's it going to happen, sir?

About three o'clock in the morning.

Hello.

So extraordinary having
to try to get to sleep

next door to somebody who never sleeps.

I just came to see if I
could do anything about that.

So, next door is your
real room, then, is it?

My real room? Yes.

What are you waiting for tonight?

Well, who says that I'm
waiting for anything?

Because you seem very tense.

It's that obvious, is it?

When is it going to
happen, whatever it is?

In about an hour and a half.

Then we might just
have time, mightn't we?

Don't look like that.

Lots of people would be
pleased... thrilled, even.

What makes you think that I'm not?

Come on, you should see your face.

You're such a snob.

You're thinking, "Am I
going to have to pay her?

"Is that what she expects?"

But you know, I'm not
really a tart at all.

That's what you think I am, isn't it?

No. You have far too posh a voice.

So you are a snob!

I didn't used to sound
like this as a kid.

I had to change my voice

to stand any chance of
getting on as an actress.

I should be really furious
that you think I am a tart.

- Then why aren't you furious?
- I don't know.

Maybe because we're both insomniacs.

It's not good to be
so obsessed with work.

Not good at all.

You're thinking, "She's
got the room next door,

"how am I ever going to get rid of her?"

No.

No, you don't know
everything I'm thinking.

- And I'm certainly not thinking that.
- Good.

Because I've got to stop
you thinking so much.

Yes.

Especially about later tonight.

Me having to take advice
from those lunatics.

Like that man, Salter...
or whatever his name is.

You start talking about that man

at a time like this?

I have got to stop that.

Wake up. Wake up!

You're coming with us! Come on, wake up!

- Right now!
- Wake up!

- Come on! Both of you!
- Papi! Papi!

Mr Koehler, please take a seat.

I'm Kathy Griffiths.

From the War Crimes Unit.

War crimes?

And you need to see me
at three in the morning?

Is that what you think is civilised?

We are seeing you at this
time of the night, yes.

We want to examine your record,

and whether there are any
gaps or inconsistencies.

I did all this in Germany already

when I was interrogated
by the people he works for.

And now it starts again?

Just because you can think of
no other way of dealing with me.

And for some extraordinary reasons,

you find it necessary to
bring my daughter here!

In the middle of the night!

Is she going to be
interrogated, as well?

- Your daughter?
- Yes!

Your daughter is here?

That was clearly a mistake.

Lotte should never have
been brought with you.

I agree with you, Mr Koehler,
that is an unforgivable error.

Can you both leave now?

I will continue the rest
of this interview on my own.

Leave, Mr Ferguson.

So, Mr Koehler, are you
telling me you never worked,

at any stage of the war,

at the underground works
at Mittelbau Nordhausen

or at Peenemunde, where
slave labour was used?

You know I didn't.

You can see that from all the
files they've made about me.

You shouldn't be here,
Lotte. I'm really sorry.

I was always working on jet engines.

Never on the V-1 or the V-2.

I'm not a rocket man.

Everybody knows that.

But this has nothing
to do with it, does it?

If you're determined,
you can give anybody

the history you want them to have.

To suit your purpose.

You're trying to give me a choice here,

work for us or we're going
to make you a war criminal.

I thought you British
were above such things.

Mr Koehler, that is certainly
not what I'm trying to do.

And as it happens, I believe you.

About your work. But
just as important as that,

it's clear that you should never
have been brought here tonight,

least of all with your daughter.

Mr Koehler's going home now.

- What? You've finished already?
- I most certainly have.

I've absolutely no more
questions for Mr Koehler.

And I've definitely
none for his daughter.

How dare you!

How dare you use the unit like that,

and what's more, you
even bring the girl here?

In the middle of the night.
I can't believe you did that.

She shouldn't have been
here. I've already said that.

You saw me, and you thought, "Why
not let her loose on him for a bit?

"Make him realise, if
he doesn't cooperate,

"he may have war crimes pinned on him."

There is nothing in his file!

You knew there was nothing there.

But you dropped all those hints to me.

"We know more about
him than his records show.

"He may have connections with
slave labour and people dying."

But you knew all that
wasn't true, didn't you?

I had no evidence of that, no.

You knew I'd probably leap at the chance

to question a real live
suspect, didn't you?

Like an idiot, that's
exactly what I did.

Isn't it enough?

You've got all these resources
and we're just this...

tin-pot little outfit!

Running around having
to beg for information!

Having to plead to be
shown people's records!

I mean, isn't that enough?

And then, you make sure it happens
in the worst possible place.

One of your old torture
haunts you used during the war.

I hate to think what happened here.

You're probably still
using it, aren't you?

I never tortured anybody in my life.

I don't have anything
to do with those people!

Well, you did tonight, didn't
you? You were working with them.

Because, somehow, I have to get
that man cooperating with us.

It is vital for our security.

I'm sorry, Miss Griffiths,
about tonight, I really am.

And I know this won't make any
difference, but this was not my idea.

Clearly, it was not a good plan.

You're bloody right, it
doesn't make any difference.

You've done nothing but lie
to me ever since I met you.

You want a lift?

- No, thank you.
- Went well in there, did it?

- I have a message for you.
- I bet you have.

It's not what you're expecting.

Brigadier Wainwright is going
to give you another three weeks.

Not what I'd be doing, of course,

but for the moment,
he's running the show.

And out of the goodness of his heart,

he's given you three more weeks.

Tell him I don't need them.

Mrs Tooley.

I'm very early, I know.

- I do apologise.
- You're as bad as your brother.

What could be so important you
have to be here at this time?

You might have brought
me something, you know?

You're quite right. I
should have done. Next time.

I'm flattered you came
here for my advice.

Well, advice might be putting
it a bit high, don't you think?

Well, you seek sanctuary here,
anyway, amongst my collection.

In Mrs Tooley's house.

You always find a way, Cal.

- I'm sure you will.
- I'm just so...

so angry at myself for being
talked into such a ridiculous plan.

Never again.

Never do what you're told,

you know I believe
that more than anything.

How have you been managing
these last couple of days?

Are you feeling OK?

Improving, I think.

I'm looking forward to
seeing the specialist

and telling him the truth as I see it.

I'm so envious of you
being at that hotel, Cal.

What I really want to do
is come and be there, too.

It's the obvious thing. You must
be able to get me a job there.

A job at the Connington?

I don't think that's
a good idea, Victor.

Please.

Remember, I need to occupy my mind.

Where better to do it? And
it would be good for you, too.

- I can't get you a job there.
- Won't take the risk?

And now he wakes me up!

All the ration books we could get
hold of have gone into this breakfast.

We even have sausages today.

Well, it will take
more than this breakfast

to stop me thinking about last night!

Well, I guessed that.

So, how about this?

You're free to go.

- What do you mean by that?
- You can go.

Leave the hotel.

You can go for a walk in
the park, or along the river?

Or maybe even visit the
American or Russian embassies,

see what they have to offer.

Or, of course, you could jump
on the boat train and go home...

to Germany.

There will be nobody
following you at any time.

And... here's some money.

I don't believe you.

It's not going to be as you say.

Well, why don't you put
it to the test and see?

I've never known somebody to take
such a risk about anything, sir.

He'll come back.

He'll be trying to work out
where his best chance is.

If he goes home to Germany,
he has no job, no money.

I didn't give him much.

No, he'll be thinking,

"How will we live?"

But he's also thinking he could go
to the Americans or the Russians.

And I'm betting everything on
him wanting to continue his work.

And thinking that he
can do that with me.

And want to stay with
the devil he knows.

God, I hope you're right, sir.

Can't we just put one tail on him, sir?

It's all or nothing, Ringwood.

I'm tense already.

How are you going to spend the time?

By doing something even
more nerve-wracking.

I just thought I'd see if
I could steal an orange.

There are only two left.

So give me a good reason why
one of them should go to you.

I couldn't possibly.

Well, they're locked up
where nobody can get at them.

So, you'll have to wait a
while till I finish this.

No, no, thanks.

Never seen somebody so
jumpy peeling an orange.

What do you really want, Mr Ferguson?

It's that obvious I've
come for something else, is it?

Yes.

And since I'm pretty sure
you're some sort of spy,

maybe you shouldn't be that obvious.

Right. Well, I...

have been asked to ask you if...

That is not a good beginning.

No, you're right.

Remember when you first
played here, the other night?

There was a well-dressed
woman who danced a lot?

Well, she is married to
a close friend of mine,

and she's just arrived in town and...

she would like you to play at her party.

She's having a party?

Just arrived here and
she's having a party?

But of course. What else is there to do?

Why don't you like her?

She hasn't really spoken to
me, so how can I like her?

But maybe she's one of those people
who treats you like a gramophone.

A machine over in the corner,
wants to turn you over and play you.

They don't even see you.

She's not like that.

God.

- So, will you do it?
- Maybe.

But I'm not sure the night
will go that well, though.

Why do you say that?

Because I have to keep my mouth shut.

And I'm not very good at doing
that, as you may have noticed.

Back home, I got into
trouble. A lot of trouble.

I lost bookings because I
wouldn't play certain audiences,

segregated audiences.

I said, "Hire somebody
else if you want that."

And they did.

And that's why I'm in
this basement here, now.

Your basement, Mr Ferguson.

- What is it?
- You're wanted in the lobby, sir.

This is the wrong moment,
I can see that. I'm sorry.

No, no, no. Absolutely
not. No, no, it's fine.

It looks like you're
expecting somebody else.

No, it's not that. In fact, I
was literally, at this moment,

in the middle of asking
Eva to play at your party.

Were you really? Well, then, it
is truly bad timing on my part.

Unless she said yes, of course.

- I think she said yes...
- I just wanted your advice.

I was passing, and I thought, "Why
not pop in and see if he's here?"

- Advice about what?
- Well, it will seem very trivial,

especially as you've been kind
enough to ask the singer for me,

but I was just ordering the catering
for the party which fast approaches,

and I had this totally mad idea of
hiring the chef from here to do it.

And then I realised that you
were the only person I could ask

if that was a ludicrous notion.

Seems like a bold idea to me.

Bold, is it?

I'm not sure that I want to
be bold at my first party here.

What if it went terribly wrong?

I can see that you need to go.

I'm so sorry. I just had
to check on something.

It's amazing, sir. You were right.

Well, maybe.

Of course, we don't know where they've
been, or what he's planning yet.

It's what he does next that matters.

I'd like some paper, please.

Would that be one or two sheets, sir?

That is as much paper as
you can possibly give me.

To quote Greta Garbo
not quite correctly,

I want very much to be
alone right now, for a while.

And then we might talk.

Yep.

Everything is under control, sir.

- He's buried in his work.
- Good, the more he works the better.

It's been like that for
days, hasn't it, sir?

You still don't want any
watchers in the passage?

No, no. Absolutely none.

He won't be going anywhere tonight.

I want to see my brother, please.

Your brother? And who
might that be, sir?

Cal. Mr Callum Ferguson,

I think he's virtually running
the hotel at the moment.

Mr Ferguson is not currently here, sir.

- Is that the truth?
- That is the truth.

Why would it not be, sir?

He had an engagement this evening.

Not a very happy lot, are they?

Haven't seen some of
these people for so long.

Hopefully the music will help
turn them back into friends.

I'm so glad you made
her have this party.

She's got so much to offer.

I don't think it was me
that made a difference.

I hear you met Harold Lindsay-Jones.

I did, yes.

He's an interesting man.

A little mysterious.

This could be interesting.

My little one. I have come to see you.

You don't mind me reading her
a story from this storybook?

We know each other, of course?

No, no. Come in.

I have to work. Something to
entertain her, it's a good idea.

So, the music is your doing, I gather?

I encouraged her to be here.

Have you thought about what
I said to you the other day?

I have, yes.

In fact, I've found it quite
difficult to get it out of my mind...

which I'm sure is what you intended.

Want to hear more?

Of course, Mr Lindsay-Jones.

Although it's not quite clear to
me what it is you want me to do...

other than listen to your stories.

Classified stories, of course.

It might be a sensible way for
us to get to know each other.

And to see if we can trust each other.

She helps herself.

You can tell the socialists have
really taken over, can't you?

And not before time!

That went down really well, didn't it?

Since this is a party, I
promised Mr Ferguson over there,

that I wouldn't start an argument.

Well, OK!

Let's have a party.

I really don't want you
to waste your time, sir.

Thank you, then, I won't.

I need to see him so
badly, I'll go look for him.

Sir...

I say! Careful there, young man!

So, my little one, we must
have a story in a moment.

We have lost so much.

So much that was precious.

Excuse me?

Are you a resident of the hotel?

- Are you talking to me?
- I most certainly am.

Then I will talk to you.

If you're not a guest of the hotel,
you've no business being up here.

No business?

Except perhaps to say that
I see a lovely eyeball here.

And during the war, I popped
some eyeballs out just like this.

Good God!

My little one, what is the matter?

We will just...

have a story.

One moment, please. I
must go to the lavatory.

You will come back...

won't you?

- Papi?
- Yes, Lotte.

Somebody who looks
intelligent at last!

Now, where are you off to?

If it's all right to ask.

Please, not go back.

I don't want to go back to my room.

Well, that makes two of us.

Let's see if we can find some
late-night chocolate instead.

- I wasn't brave enough.
- Brave enough for what?

To have the chef from the Connington.

Now look at all this food.

Not exactly a joyful spread, is it?

That's what I think
he would have provided.

I should have taken
your advice... been bold.

Well, you were bold enough
to have Eva here, weren't you?

Besides, there's always a next time.

You think there'll be a next time?!

Not judging by all those
long faces next door.

You don't mind what people
think of you, do you?

No, I stopped worrying about
that on the first day of the war.

And I haven't started again.

- Well, not yet.
- You're very lucky.

Would we could all be like that.

- What, and you're not?
- No!

I worry what people think. Far too much.

Especially, I find, now I'm here.

There's so much I want to do, you know,

get involved with things that
interest me, help them happen,

things that are far more
important than a good party.

Of course.

I'll have to tell you about them.

We should meet properly.
We haven't done that yet.

You, me and Alex.

There's a telephone
call for Mr Ferguson?

Even here, Cal?!

It's very urgent, they say.

I assure you, the police
will be here any moment.

Where are they? Where are
they? What are they waiting for?

My daughter is gone! Lotte has vanished!

She can't have gone far.

They say this madman was in the hotel,

and he has taken my daughter
and that man was your brother.

- My... my brother?
- Yes!

- He can't have been here!
- He was here.

They say he was acting crazily.

Your brother has taken my daughter!

He won't hurt her, all right? He
can't hurt her, he wouldn't do that.

How do you know that?!
You don't know that!

I promise you, I will find her.

I will find both of
them. I will get her back.

Come on.

We'll find the only hot
chocolate left in England.

We may have to travel far, many miles.

But we will discover it.

No-one is going to stop us.

Or find us.

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