All language subtitles for Number 10 - episode 2 Underdog (Ramsay Macdonald) - starring Ian Richardson (1983)

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You will know what to do.

What do you mean with someone on you?

My name is IshUALNrapPa Ogdonbrum.

I'm the eldest daughter of Mr. Ramsey Ogdon pac shore.

The spunp Fergusonpectee poles.

Mrs. Bouldwin, the prime Minister's wife, asked me to call.

All right, SCom Sarw

You let it in, Rick.

Keith, I hear you.

Cover it, right here.

I saw you were right.

So glad you could come.

Of course, it's usually the wives.

Wives?

Of the PMs, incoming and outgoing.

They usually have a word.

Mark each other's cards, as it were.

Oh, I see.

Well, can't expect the men to do it.

Can one.

In the first place, they're too busy.

And in the second, they know nothing about it.

But since I know that Mr. McDonald's wife died many years ago,

I thought his eldest daughter.

Yes, of course.

But I didn't know it was so certain.

I mean, my father taking over as prime minister.

Evans, my dear.

Yes.

Unemployment, teddith, barriers, stand has got it all wrong.

The conservatives will be defeated on a vote of no confidence

this afternoon, and then the king will call upon your father.

Firstly, by government in history.

Not exciting.

Both trained to the continent are already

jammed with people stampeding abroad.

My father's not a monster.

Well, of course he isn't my dear.

He's a gentle person.

He thinks only if people's good.

I shall be sorry to go.

Long walks in the meadows.

Game of cricket now and then we both play, you know.

Bliss.

Nothing.

I thought you should know what goes and what stays.

And I thought a guided tour might help.

Yes, of course.

Please.

Good.

The sofas will be going.

There I was.

The easy chairs, shares in long.

All the tables will be going.

We'll be taking the pictures.

All the candlesticks and candelabra, of course.

This is Stanley's study.

Everything goes from here.

Desk, chairs, and so on.

Oh, I believe that little table stays.

That's from the board of works.

Will we have to replace that?

No, no.

My dear, don't worry.

That's official.

Been there for centuries.

I can't answer that.

It's a rambling old place, but I'm sure you'll soon get used to it.

What's it feel like being the Prime Minister's daughter?

It's a big house and very complicated, but a house is a house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

It's a big house.

I shall leave college.

You know it.

We're going to do it, Schwell.

All our furniture put together without a fill.

There's one room.

Mrs. Baldwin explained to me.

All the other Prime Ministers have brought their own furniture,

but since we can't, the board of works will supply it.

Well, they're going to have to do better than this.

I may have been only a schoolteacher at a clock,

but I know what's becoming a man representing his nation.

There's not a stitch of linen or one knife fork not played in the house.

Mrs. Baldwin said the state didn't supply any of that.

We have to provide our own.

Well, the January sales are on.

Get hold of your Aunt Bella.

She's a good wee manager.

Get yourselves to the co-op and buy what you think is needed

in the way of crockery, linen and so on.

But don't go mad.

There's something else.

What?

Well, domestic staff, the house can't be run without them.

The state provides them naturally.

No, I'm afraid that the Prime Minister's responsibility.

My God, no one of you have had three centuries of more or less Tory government.

Nobody else can afford to do the job.

How many?

The Asquists had 14.

The Boltwinds had ten.

14?

How in the name of decency?

What is that with us, the Butler?

Ah, a Parliament will do us.

But there's always been a Butler at number ten.

Parliament, Cook, Pantry Maid.

That's it.

Yeah, ornaments, vases, things like that.

There are none.

We have to provide our own.

Oh, the board of works might be up to arrange with the National Gallery

to lend us some pictures to put on the wall.

Good, we might be able to sell a few to help us to stay afloat.

From the palace, sir.

Thank you.

Who pays for the messengers?

The state.

Oh, well, that's something at least.

To a royal summons, I have to go to the palace.

I thought you'd already been.

That was to be sworn in as a Privy Councillor.

This is to kiss hands, to be made officially Prime Minister.

Prime Minister.

Daddy!

Go, Sheila.

You found your work in school then?

Yes, Nischbel worked out the buses from Camden Town for us.

But we walked in safe affair.

Do you know where your room's out in that rabbit water?

It's both up in the attic.

It's cosy there.

And we won't get in your way.

It wasn't too bad, was it?

I have no fear of formality or majesty.

It has its place.

Have you never seen a Darrin Miners Galer?

Do sit down.

Sigar?

Thank you, Nervin.

There are other formalities you might like to know about.

Those time your parties have been in power.

Thought you might like someone to tell you a form.

I would appreciate it.

Well, it's customary for the leader of the house to send me a letter every night.

Telling me what went on in the Commons that day.

But wouldn't it be more sensible to wait for handsaw?

Next, the personal touch.

Besides, you fellas do tend to go on with it.

Quite so.

It's also usual to submit all important fallen office dispatches to me before transmitting.

I can sometimes help you know.

Being in the game a long time.

I hope you will continue to help us.

The singing of the red flag at your parties meeting at the Albert Hall the other night.

Bit un-British.

If I had tried to stop it, there would have been a riot.

It was as much as I could do to prevent them busting out with it in the Commons when Mr Baldwin was defeated.

They've gotten to the way of singing this song.

But I hope, by degrees, to break them of it.

What are your thoughts on the cabinet?

I'm not that far along yet as far as you've got.

For colonial secretary J.H. Thomas, engine driver, wasn't he?

Very so.

With?

Lord Privy Seal, J.R. Klein, Milhan, Chancellor of the Exjaker, Philip Snowden, factory worker.

Your Majesty is very well informed.

I try to be.

It occurs to me.

Yes, sir.

When my ministers attend court's ceremonial, is that expected to wear court dress?

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Now the full thing costs out to over £73. A monster sum.

Especially for men of little capital.

Indeed, sir.

Tell them all I shall require is evening dress and knee-bitches.

I shall do so.

And tell them they can hire that from Moss brothers for Tuppens-Hipney.

Buddy.

Mm-hmm.

You've got such a serious space.

I must the Lord need me.

What she means is your Prime Minister.

You've just become the most important man in the whole of the United Kingdom.

Well, that's usually champagne and balloons and all that.

Well, perhaps it would have been if your mother had.

Daddy, Mummy's been dead nearly 14 years.

Who should break her?

Only 14 years.

Finish your breakfast.

Aunt Bella and I ordered the things we need from the co-op.

They'll be arriving tomorrow.

Oh, have you the bill?

Good grief, child.

My salary as Prime Minister for the last two days is far less than what you've already spent.

We have to be careful.

I'm only here on sufferance.

What does that sufferance mean?

It means an early end because the liberals are voting with me.

If they decide to vote with the Conservatives, the label will be out tomorrow.

Still in all, it's the first time in history.

We're very proud of you, Daddy.

Permission to leave the room.

And me.

And I.

I'll go away to school here.

Leave your bus, Mummy!

Yeah, come on, then!

Daddy?

Mm-hmm.

Can't we ever make it up to you for your losing, Mummy?

We try so hard.

Darling, child, of course you can.

You do.

Just in a different way.

And having life such as we will.

Walking the hills and streams of lossy noise.

She would say, don't let speak.

Let's walk silent, therefore then we speak most truly.

She was...

Blair.

She believed in the absolute one as a mankind.

Sometimes I feel like a lone dark lust in the desert howling for pain in the heart.

You never let anyone else see that?

No.

Mr. Thomas and Mr. Snowpenser.

Thank you, Rose.

Jimmy!

Philip!

Well, at least you're the first here.

But you're still late.

This isn't a constituency meeting, you know.

It's the first bloody label, haven't it?

I'd hell of a job getting here.

Bus is awful.

Me too.

The nearest tube's Westminster, you know.

My god, you sound like two typists talking to the office manager.

Well, sit down. Sit down.

Well, what do we call you then?

Oh, I've been doing some research into that.

Do you call me Prime Minister?

I call you by your son names or your office.

A lot of damned Rigmarol.

Rigmarol has its place. It shapes the mind.

Up to now, Labor has used Parliament as a kind of speaker's corner.

A soap box for propaganda aimed largely at people who already believe in us anyway.

But now we've got a chance to show that we are government timber.

Not just wreckers.

We've got to be statesmen.

Not jumped up hecklers.

So long as we remember we are Labor.

Not just tourists, we water added.

What are we going to do? About two million unemployed.

Who side are we on?

What if the transport workers do go on strike out?

The power workers after that?

We behave like a responsible government.

We get one old trade moving again.

We stop the French bleeding the Germans white in war reparations.

Now, if the transport workers do strike, we put volunteer drivers on the roads while we negotiate.

If the power workers strike, we put the Navy's engineers in.

If we don't cut the loaf now, we'll not get another one.

So we do what has to be done. We govern.

Hi. God, I could be listening to board, winner-ask, wither, and those other perambulating sepulchres.

Is this really McDonald I'm hearing the boy from the Buffy and Lossymouth?

Hi. Mac Donald or Lossymouth. I'm your man.

Bastard son of an itinerant cowman and a serving maid.

Born at bread in a two-room shack next to the stables.

With six-inch cracks between the walls to let in the stink of hot shit and hospice.

Here. Here's my bus certificate.

I'll carry it with me just in case I'm ever tempted to forget who I am.

So don't you talk to me, your little feather-buddy bloody sassenach.

I mean to pull this party into credibility if it cripples me, or preferably you.

I didn't mean that, Philip.

Well, when you two jessies have finished.

Here. I don't believe a pepson may smoke in the cabinet room.

Ramsey? Your prime ministerman?

A person can do any bloody thing he likes in the cabinet room as long as you say he can.

Prime minister?

Have I got your permission to smoke?

Hi. Why not?

Where do I knock the ash then in the inkwills?

Rose?

Yes, Mr. McDonald.

Ashtrays, Rose. Cabinet members for the use-off.

Yes, Mr. McDonald. Who pays for them?

The office of bloody works does. God knows I apparently pay for everything else in this house.

Yes, Mr. McDonald.

Just before the others get here, I thought I should tell you.

I'm recognizing the revolutionary government in Russia. I hope you'll support me.

They're only just in power? You think it's wise?

It's always been British policy to recognize whoever's in power and the Bolsheviks are.

The Tory government can do it without comment. Can we? They'll call us communist.

A minute ago you were calling me a what a damn Tory. What do you want?

I don't know, Ramsey. I'm just glad I'm not sitting where you are.

There's a general to see you.

A general?

It is from a special branch of Scotland Yard. A general suborles child, I believe he said he was.

Why? Sure I'm into the study, Maggie. I've held a general child.

You are perhaps not aware that my department is used a weekly report to the prime minister of the day. Unrevolutionary movements in this country.

I read an old copy this morning.

You wish the practice to be continued?

Or I should not. Of course, the revolutionary movements in question are all communistic revolutionary movements.

And I might have a degree of sympathy.

I did not say that. No. Neither he did.

However, I have a suggestion to make. Your report might be a dual livelier and more complete if it also covered the activities of other political movements of an extreme nature.

Say, on the right wing.

Now, a little knowledge of the fascist movement in this country and its apostles might give an exhilarating flavor to the document.

And by enlarging its scope, convert it into a complete and finished work of art.

I'm already fully informed of the activities of the fascists.

But the point is surely not whether you are, but whether I am.

Do take note of it, General.

The man from the board of works is here.

I'm sure I'm in my eye.

You're a man, isn't it?

May now. I was expecting to meet Mr. McDonald's political hostess.

I am Mr. McDonald's political hostess. I'm also his social secretary. I'm also his daughter.

I'm 20 years old and I have little knowledge of the world.

But I do know this. The furnishings in this house are a disgrace.

It doesn't matter that you've seen fit to put this office next door to the cabinet room lavatory. I'm of no consequence.

My father is. He wants beautiful pieces, not stockroom throwouts.

He wants good carpets. You're to borrow pictures from the National Gallery to put on his walls.

You're to make this house fit for him to live in.

I understood you were socialists.

If you don't understand, it's the honor the office and not the man. You understand nothing.

I'm not sure.

They have come a long way, Ramsay.

We both have. You're the son of Ray O'Gott and me, and we best them.

I know I have some whiskey here about. Will it not be in the decantan-

Oh, you're not at home now. There are no decantas here.

Mr. Grant. How nice.

Ispil.

Before a man dies a thirst, will you show your father where the whiskey is?

Of course.

You are Bonnie Oren canier than ever.

And you're the worst flat train ever.

Thank you.

You've made three social appointments for Wednesday when you're supposed to be in Paris arguing with the French.

Oh, you'll get me out of the mishbell.

I am not.

Sloane's fine.

Are you going to be able to get the French and the Germans together?

If I don't, Europe's going to fall apart. Would you like a cigarette, Sandy?

I would, but any faster, sir, Ramsay, I was ever a great smoker.

No, I know I have some cigarettes here somewhere.

Here we are.

You see, the French are still bent on revenge.

I want conciliation and cooperation.

Have you got a match, Ramsay?

Matching, matching.

Oh, man, to hell with the matches.

Is there anything that matters with the chairs?

No. What could we sit down?

James Ramsey McDonald.

What did I say to you, sir?

Oh, something about that.

I said you had come a long way.

Well, I don't think you realize how far you've come.

You're prime minister.

I know, I know.

Well, it's all in hand.

This bell gave the border what's hella thought now.

You'll see.

It's not only that, Ramsay.

It's, well, where did I find you just now?

At that, dear.

I mean, you were coming from the tube station.

Struggling with a suitcase.

Where did you mean?

I'd been to check her for the weekend and I was coming from the station.

You were coming from the station.

The prime minister of Great Britain trailing back to Downey Street,

carrying a suitcase.

I had to go by tube and train.

The official car had broken down.

You should have your own carmen.

I mean, you are in charge of all our futures.

You can't do your job properly.

I worked from seven in the morning till an hour past midnight,

every day of the week.

And with all the more reason why you shouldn't be bothered by trivial things

that motor cars.

I said, the job pays 5,000 pounds a year.

Now, of that, I have to do all my own energy.

Pay for my personal private secretary or 101 things that crop up.

How the devil am I going to buy a motor car?

I don't mean just a motor car.

I mean a great big, sleek, dimmer and a lot more besides.

Now, will you listen to me for a minute?

There's no harm in listening to our man.

Even if he is raving.

Well, will you sit down?

Right.

Now, do you mind?

No, help yourself.

No, not that.

That can stay.

Put that over there.

Put that over there.

Oh, hurry!

Don't shoot.

Is Daddy back from France yet?

Tomorrow.

It's been a while.

Long time.

He's trying to get the French out of the rough.

Where's that?

It's where all the big German factories are.

Will everything be all right then?

You hope so.

What's the boss of the Kingfield traitor?

It's a secret communist, why?

Well, Betty has at school.

It says her father says that's what Daddy is.

She says he gets money from the Russian, so he'll be on their side.

Well, you tell Betty Hurst from me that our personally common box

her ears and her father's tooth.

Daddy's trying to help the Russians justice.

He's trying to help the Germans.

He wants everyone to work together to make things better.

You understand that, don't you?

Oh, yes, we do.

It's the others.

But in paying attention to them, they're not worth the effort.

Come on, I'll get you to use.

Oh, good evening, sir.

I've done it.

Sandy, I've done it.

Oh, I know you have.

It's in all the papers.

Congratulations.

But the Tories couldn't accomplish in five years.

The first Labour government has done in five months.

Harmony in Europe, the French out of the rough,

the Germans in the position to get that l

leads going and help us out of the depression.

Oh, I are very big in Europe.

As fellas as your tallest man around.

I want to beat the Tories on the wrong ground, Sandy.

They've been the lordly masters of foreign policy for too long.

Politicians can run home affairs, but it takes statesmen to deal with abroad

and I think we've shown the country we can do that.

You'll get no thanks for your country.

The Tories will be jealous.

I can get by without passing the head from there.

No, no, I would watch out for this Russian loan you're pushing to.

People do not like the Bolsheviks.

It's necessary.

There's nobody offered you a dram.

Man, the things are looking up since I was asked here.

And the border wax cannot take the entire credit.

Oh, we lost you loonsman sick, they get that.

I like a man who knows how to hold the hand that's held up to help him.

Slice?

Slice.

Oh, man.

How is the motor car?

It's like being transported in a bowl full of strawberries and cream.

What can I do for you, sir?

Oh, nothing, not at all.

No, I was just here about, er, I heard you were back,

so I just looked in on the off chance you can.

Well, you're always welcome, you know that.

Cigar.

Thank you, no.

How's business? People still eating your biscuits?

Oh, I know.

No, just as many, but enough.

Good.

The wife shall we bet restless, you know?

Uh-huh.

Well, you know how they are.

I mean, she's mixing a wee bit more with equality these days,

and, well, she would dearly love a banner to wave.

A banner?

Ha, ha, ha, it's time, silly, but...

Do you know, I believe that she would be the most contented woman on earth

if she could just put Lady up in front of her name?

Hi.

Well, there's no accounting for tastes.

Will you get me a central six thousand?

Ah, Daily Mail.

Well, they held it, get it from.

Snoopers are always with us. What does it matter?

They'll use it to crucify me and the party.

I agree.

The question is not where they got it from, but is it true?

Some of it's true, some of it's half true, some of it's totally false.

What does that mean?

In the sense that Sandy helped me, it's true.

In the sense that that had anything to do with my recommending them for a baronets, it's false.

Not just helping Ramsey, it is a daimler, a chauffeur and forty thousand pounds.

Forty thousand pounds.

Don't you realize that you're done, man?

You've gone down to the trough.

You've spoiled everything you've ever done for the character of the party.

You had us looking like a party of government with status, command of authority.

And you've been caught with your hand in the till like a sneak thief.

I would have thought, Jimmy, I might have expected not to hear that from a friend.

These leery conniving lines, why?

Have my liars, you got to rest minutes.

Sir Alexander, I wish you wouldn't do that, not just for now, anyway.

It says?

Don't tell me you believe these muck peddlers?

Ramsey, we don't need just started, Sandy.

I was about to put the matter on its proper perspective.

Ah, well, if you're pardon me, I think I'm better able to do that than you.

No, Sandy.

You and your bloody party.

You'll let this man take the most pocket-draining job in the country without looking at a shilling to help him.

They was living like a poor man.

For the prime minister of Great Britain, trailing on the street,

who has suitcase like a commercial traveler.

Now, having me grew up together, lost him with lunes, they cryus in Scotland.

I spent my life making money and he gave his to his country.

So, what the hell?

I bought him a motor car.

There's no losses a man can I do that for his friend?

You gave him a great deal more than that.

I'd wish the point of giving a man a damn that if he hasn't got the money to run it.

40,000 pounds is a bit more than running costs.

So you do believe the muck rakers, don't you?

I did not give Ramsey McDonald 40,000 pounds.

I'll add some shares in McViddigan price to the value of 40,000 pounds, which is a very different matter.

Because he ain't come off the shares, that's all.

Oh, I admit, it's maybe a wee bit more than you need to run a motor car, but the difference,

when he's buying the bits and pieces that a man needs to turn a work house into a home,

particularly a home fit for a man that has the nation in his hands.

There is still a question of the baronets, eh?

Baronets are not connected.

Oh, I'm in a restaurant.

No, Sandy, now I shut up for you. You just shut up for me a minute.

Alexander Grant made his fortune himself, and has no doubt heartily disliked by those who inherited theirs.

The more so, because I'm like them, he's made a habit of giving his riches away to others.

He's built off energies, endowed schools, founded scholarships throughout the country.

This year he donated 100,000 pounds towards a national library for Scotland.

Well, I've known Torries getting baronetsies for farting in a discreet and gentlemanly man art.

Alexander Grant got his services to his country. He didn't buy it for a motor car, and the loan of shares in a biscuit pub.

And furthermore, I bloody resent having to defend my friend against my friends and myself against my friends.

I have enough to do to beat off the hounds of the establishment without having to beat you off as well.

Then it is a great pity you timed it's a bad link.

Ramsay, we're only acting as the devil's advocate.

You will have a great deal worse to face in the house.

They've already got this Russian loan against you, which you see determined to push through.

I never said I wouldn't.

I never said I wouldn't.

You've got better opposition from most of us in your own cabinet.

And now, they've got this.

Well, if we were on board an ocean liner, I'd say, strap yourself to your bunk, boys.

I forget about eating for a week.

Sir, would you care to come back on the ground?

Yeah.

Sometimes I don't seem to understand my common.

He seems to live in a world of his own.

We know one thinks ill or draw his false conclusions.

Do you ever meet his wife, Margaret?

No.

Nears think to a real Christian Iverink out.

She made you feel, well, optimistic just to be with her.

I saw the influence she had on Ramsay.

I know he still thinks of her every day.

She talks about all two things.

The folk were basically good.

And that all you had to do was follow your own conscience.

Well, you can't take exception to any of that.

What?

Trouble is, Ramsay believed it.

If only Mommy hadn't died, she would have helped him so much.

What a poor substitute I am.

You're helping him very much. I swear to you.

You run his house.

His social life?

You are his hostess.

I'm only 20. I know nothing.

Ischbal.

All I can tell him is you've given him exactly what he needs.

A quiet, steady home life.

Organized.

No fuss.

I know a lot of politicians who give their night hoods for that.

You should have been in the diplomatic service, Rose.

You've weathered the Sandy Grant storm, but it hasn't helped.

The Russian loan thing is becoming far more dangerous than ever the grant affair was.

You might have a take off this damn monkey jacket until we leave.

No, please, please.

You know, you've been suspect with a lunatic Tory right wing,

ever since you first acted in power, which was to recognize Soviet Russia.

You hell bent on lending money to it.

Why?

Well, the same reason I'm lending it to Germany.

That bankrupt.

Bankrupt nations can't get prosperous again without a new company.

They're not prosperous. They can't buy our goods.

If they can't buy our goods, we can't get unemployment done.

All men are one. Men kind as indivisible.

You're the economist. I don't have to tell you that.

The country's in the grip of a communist.

Four beer people sing reds round every corner.

You may have reason on your side, but people are scared of the Reds.

You won't have read this yet.

It is the latest edition of Workers' Week.

Listen to this.

Soldiers of a British Army that have been known that neither in the class war or a military war

will you turn your guns on your fellow workers.

It's the official organ of the Communist Party in this country,

and its Communist people see you helping out.

There is no connection.

It can't be ignored.

The Attorney General immediately decided the peace was an incitement to mutiny.

And a warrant has been issued for the arrest of the editor, John Campbell.

Why was I not informed about this?

You ain't here, but it wasn't time.

The Tories instantly capitolize on it.

And started telling the country the article represented Labour Party policy.

I want to see this, John Campbell.

What could that do?

He's got to be prosecuted and slapped inside.

The government, on this matter, is taken.

Mr. Campbell's here.

Show him in, Maggie.

Mr. Campbell, sir.

Take a seat, Mr. Campbell.

Oh, of course, you've already got one, haven't you?

I'm glad to see you don't go in for the slot most people wallow in

when you see a man in a wheelchair.

Erm, that'll be all right, Councillor.

A lot of good men got smashed up in the war.

You were against it, I seem to remember.

I was.

But once we were in, we had to win.

Both feet blown off.

More or less.

This is a most distinguished war record.

That's all they say.

Decorated for conspicuous gallantry.

I was fighting for my country.

Why this?

In between throwing up with fright in the trenches, I sorted out quite a lot of things in my head.

I realized that if ever I did get out of it alive, that still be the same gang in charge back here.

I had crooks and money grubbers, so I decided to do my bit to try and change things.

So did I, and I'm still at it.

But this, this article, encouraging our soldiers not to fire on their country's enemies, how's that gonna help?

Ah, nothing to do with that.

Oh, come on, now you're the editor.

Temporary acting. In the absence of the real editor, that article was already set up in type and rolling when I took over.

Now, are you telling me that if you'd been in complete charge, that article would never have been published?

No.

You politicians are always refusing to answer hypothetical questions. I think I'll follow your example.

On the basis of my information, which he has checked, the Attorney General is of the opinion that a prosecution would not succeed.

He has therefore decided to drop it.

Well, you seem to have saved us from making fools of ourselves, Ramsey. I'm not so sure.

What do you mean?

Well, we know you're telling the truth.

Will the opposition know? Will the public believe you?

Oh, the whole press is torried down to the last headline. Can't you see what they're going to make of this?

Not directly, but the innuendos, the slight little hints.

Look, Donald has quashed the case against the Communist agent who incited the forces to mutate. His whitewash did.

Funny how keen he is on this loan to Russia. He was against the war, too, if you remember.

They can say what they damn well like. I refuse to throw an innocent man to the wolves just to keep my sledge moving.

Yes, but look, just how innocent is he? He may not have done this, but he's a communist, after all.

Oh, and since when, there's been a communist, there's been a crime in this country.

Oh, you see, there you go again.

You're saying it is a crime.

No, no, no, of course not. It's not that. It's... It's some of it.

It is a kind of thing to say. It's the impression you give.

Jimmy.

I know what Phil means, Ramsey.

You, me, all of us in the party, yes? We were all brought up on the Brotherhood of Man, the solidarity of the workers.

But Russia, Bolshevism, it scares hell out of people.

And you seem to suggest an atmosphere of...

I don't know.

Complicity with the Reds. They think you have the brimstone whiff of revolution about you.

Revolution? They don't know the meaning of the word.

I was in Russia in 1919 in the middle of it.

I saw the prophets, the beautiful visionaries in action,

standing on tables howling and being howled at, laughing and laughed at, provoking and being provoked.

They went down to their graves butchered, encompassed in hate and passionate chaos.

And what came after was worse than what had been before.

Don't talk to me about revolution.

Revolution is the old anime that makes me sweat in the hour before dawn.

I know it is Ramsey, but the opposite impression has been quietly fostered by the newspapers.

Newspapers? The laboratory role of the nation?

They create a climate.

Think what they could do with this Zenoviav letter, the foreign office intercepted.

The Zenoviav letter is a forgery. I told you that in cabinet this morning.

That's fine. But think what it would look like to the people who might not believe that.

Zenoviav, the Russian Communist leader, right into his followers over here,

painting a picture of a Labour party already penetrated by communist cells,

which being used to infiltrate industry and to support the armed forces.

If it were to get out.

They won't get out. The foreign office are playing it straight.

They know that it is a forgery. I have an understanding with them not to make it public

until we have a chance to prove that to the help.

Ramsey, these things are the way of getting out.

Look, perhaps if you drop the idea of the Russian law.

I will not.

I want peace. I want prosperity.

I want smoke. Belching from factories clear across Europe.

I want a job for every man in this country.

And if people don't understand how I am going about it, that's their bad luck.

And the parties.

I picked this party up by the scruff of its neck and shook it into the seat of power.

Well, if it finds that seat too hard for its tender arse,

it can always go back to its roll of underfed mongrel,

snapping at the heels of the torics.

Daddy?

I bungled it in the house today.

In spite of all my arrogant, boasting to Jimmy and Phil Snowden, I bungled it.

How?

I was asked by Kingsley Wood about the John Campbell affair.

I meant to say I had exerted no pressure to have the prosecution dropped.

I'd simply uncovered the facts.

Instead, I said I had nothing to do with it whatsoever.

I can't see what's so dreadful about that.

It was a lie, Ishmael.

I was so angry at the way it would put the question,

implying that I was covering up for a fellow Bolshevik.

I just wanted to smash him, and I went too far.

It's not terribly important.

No, yes it is.

They'll link it up in some way with the Russian treaty

and the 40 million pound Russian loan and paint a picture that will bring me down.

The torics are already bringing out a motion of censure on the Campbell affair,

and the liberals are with them.

You would have been in ten months. You didn't expect the last two.

Oh, I can withstand it. I stood left.

When I opposed the German war, I was spat on.

I was thrown out on my golf club in Scotland.

I even had my Bastards birth certificate published in John Boo for all to see.

I saw it hard for the party.

You see, they'll put a stain on that that will linger for decades.

Perhaps you're too pessimistic. Maybe they won't get you out after all.

Or even at this moment preparing for the election.

A sympathetic print worker sent me these at the Commons today.

They're proof copies of the tori's campaign leaflets.

There are others warning against Labour youth clubs in Sunday schools,

where according to Tory Central Office, children are baptized into the communist face

and taught the elements of street fighting.

Yet others, saying that health visitors could be communist spies.

And if the communists come to power, as they will through us,

children will be taken away from their parents and made the property of the state.

What a filthy weight of art and election.

It's politics, Ishmael.

But you're right.

Forcing me into an election is one thing beating me as another.

Truth has an iron fist, so we'll see how they stand up to that.

The law is not a matter of time.

Jimmy, what is it?

I have the obvious quiet singing of hearts out through there.

I mustn't seem rude to them.

I wish he was a battalion of the Highland Light Infantry.

What are you talking about holding our own in the election so far?

Even the Tory press admitted better than I'd hoped.

Not forgery.

This is an obvious letter that the foreign office intercepted

is supposed to come from the communist international.

Yes.

A daily mail have gone a hold of it.

They're publishing it tomorrow.

Then we're scuppered.

We can't fight that.

See, there's no time to prove it's a foggillain.

It's too damn good.

Thank you, Jimmy.

For all you've done, there'll be another time.

We've staked our claim.

You'll see.

I tried it, my love.

What we always believed,

that honesty of purpose is all a man needs.

But it hasn't proved to be so.

I've tried it, my love.

What we always believed,

that honesty of purpose is all a man needs.

But it hasn't proved to be so.

I've tried it.

But it hasn't proved to be so.

Not if that man is prime minister of the United Kingdom.

He also needs guile and mendacity and deceit.

And you never taught me those.

What to God you are here to teach me now.

There you wouldn't, would you?

You wouldn't know where to begin.

So,

next time.

And there will be a next time.

I must learn them for myself.

Daddy!

The way to the quiets proved too much for the drawing room floors

that I cracks in the ceilings downstairs.

Paced stamped paper over them.

Let the bloody Tories deal with it.

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