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Darling, our guests are arriving.

She wanted me to help her.

And did you?
I lived with the Elms family

during the war.
Please come this weekend.

And you must come too, Mr Lyon.
I must. Yes.

I left my raincoat.

You don't know what
you've got yourself into,

and now you know too much.

What is Brightstone?!
Who. The question is who.

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In the eyes of the world,
the Suez crisis...

Ron, can we do something
about camera 2 today? Already done.
Good job. That scoop over there.

Hurry up, boys, we've got a show
to do tonight.

Mr Madden. Miss Rowley.

You seem very bright this morning.

Well, I had a great night.

I didn't sleep a wink.

How extraordinary. Neither did I.

Miss Rowley. Audacious.
Papers are in.

Chronicle, Telegraph, Mail,
all leading with Suez.

We could be at war
this time tomorrow.

Isaac, darling, what are you doing?

Filming a lightbulb.

Right.

Can you turn it back on, please?

What's Isaac doing?

Calder Hall. Opened Wednesday.

The first nuclear powered electricity
will be lighting up London today.
I'm humouring him.

Where's that going? We've got
Hungary. We've got more than enough
to grapple with on Suez.

Is this the best that Freddie
can come up with on the home desk?
It's Isaac's idea.

He's paddling without a steer.
Doesn't Freddie do any work
any more?

This week is fine.
Hungary and Suez can take the load.
Calder Hall is back up.

John, have you seen Freddie?
I need a camera at
the House of Commons.

If he's not here in
ten minutes, you go.
Bel, stop protecting him.

If Isaac's farting around
with lightbulbs, then Freddie
clearly doesn't need him - I do.

Where's my bloody assistant?

We're on air in ten hours.

I'm sorry.
They keep promising to send
a replacement for Mr Kish, but...

They're probably worried
I'll finish another one off.

Seems such a bloody waste.
He was only 33.

Someone's telling me something.
Note to self... Drink more whisky.

1 0 o'clock. Viewing theatre.

We'll have a last look
at the Hungary footage.

No chance of footage
of Israeli troops leaving Egypt?

With or without coverage,
sweetheart, we need an angle
for tonight's show.

A world in revolt.

Whilst demonstrators rage on
the streets of Budapest demanding
freedom from the Soviets,

Israel finally stands up to Nasser,
crossing 1 20 miles into Egypt
and Britain looks set to invade.

Great news day.

Mmm-hmm. He's a clever boy.

A beautiful tie, Hector.

It goes so nicely with your eyes.

Weren't you wearing it yesterday?

'Israel is advancing on
the Suez canal and has met
with heavy gunfire.

'With Colonel Nasser's rejection of
Sir Anthony Eden's ultimatum,
Britain could invade Egypt today.

'Moving...'

So, when do you think he'll do it?

What? Eden. Invade.

John, if you do that again,
I'll put you over my knee, do you
hear? Now go to your room.

Sorry.

Tom never mentioned you.
No, he wouldn't have.

We'd only recently met. Right.

Thank you for bringing back
his raincoat.

They brought back most of his things.

All the sort of oddities
that one keeps at one's desk...

spectacles. I don't know what
I'm going to do with those.

I was given a film.

It's of your husband

with Peter Darrall and Ruth Elms?

I think you shot it.

Your hand... The ring on your hand,
you can see it as it waves them
into frame.

I'm not here to hurt you.
I'm from the BBC.

I knew Ruth.

As a child.

I'm trying to find out
what happened to her.

I don't know if you know,
but Ruth committed suicide.

Is that what they reported?

At least I was spared
the shame of that.

Robbery, heart attack or suicide.

It's either one or
the other with MI6.

Your husband worked for MI6?

And Peter?

I can't talk to you.
Will you please leave? Please.

Please, help me.

I just need someone
to tell me the truth.

I see our friends are back again.

About a month before that film
was taken, Peter and Tom went away.

On one of their 'trips'.
I didn't ask, he'd never tell me.

But when he returned,

he seemed really different.

In what way?

Sort of lost in himself.

Drinking more.

He said one thing.

That he couldn't trust Peter anymore.

There was some kind of betrayal.

Tom stopped talking about him.
I stopped asking.

He just cut Peter out?

When I read about the robbery
in the newspaper,

I knew that Tom had done it.
What do you mean?

He had killed Peter.

BABY CRYING
Ssh. Ssh.

Oooh! Careful. Freddie's cake.

Oh, birthday. Christ. Ummm...
Sissy, what time is Mr Tripp in?

Car's picking him up at five.
Can you Let me know as soon
as he gets here?

Oh, I got a card if you want to
sign it. Right. Great, thank you.

Oh!
Chocolate, he doesn't eat chocolate.

You didn't get him chocolate?
Vanilla sponge.

Fine. That... that'll be fine.
Good.

A little jumpy? Oh, sorry... sorry.
You haven't seen Freddie, have you?

No. Do you ever stop
looking after that man?

You even know what birthday cake
he likes? Nasser's retaliating.

Israeli forces are coming
under fire in the Mitla Pass.

Well, have you got a man inside?
Yep, yeah, I'm on it.

Are you jealous, Mr Madden?

So, they were in again? Mmm-hmm.
Asking the same questions.

They wanted to speak
to Freddie again. Police?

No, no, no. Secret Service.

Coat and shoes. Government issue.

And? I covered for him.

Be careful.

How's your Hungary copy going?

Swimmingly.
SHE LAUGHS

What?
Nobody says "swimmingly" any more.

You are jealous, aren't you?

Well, for future reference,
I hate icing.

Right.

She's gone back to sleep.
He's a very naughty boy.
Always fussing around her.

Did Tom ever talk
about Brightstone?

No. I've never heard that before.

Do you think he killed Ruth?

No.

No, I really don't know.

It could have been Tom.
It could have been any one of them.

He was my husband.

What do I do now?

I'm so sorry.

That poor, poor girl.

And her parents.

They were so welcoming
that weekend...

letting us into their home.

Lord and Lady Elms.

You keep it, if it fits.

Do you know, I do like
your programme.

But it does make the world seem...
just unbearably real.

That's enough.
Thank you, Mr Albert.

We're running... The footage.
It speaks for itself.

Hector and Lix felt it complemented
all that's going on in Egypt.

I feel they demand equal billing.
We might never get
a week like this again.

The West is on the edge of victory
over Soviet colonialism in Budapest

while joint French and British
action is stoking the flames of
Western Colonialism in Egypt.

It's more or less
what Dulles said last night.

It's still brilliant, Hector.

Could we not have someone,
say perhaps McCain,
to answer the speculation

that Downing Street had
prior knowledge of Israel's plan
to invade Egypt?

Do you think you'd get the truth
out of him? I'm very persuasive.
What of the 14 day rule?

Anything debated in the House
cannot be fodder for broadcast
political debate. The gag rule.

Who says we live in a democracy?

Show me how you get round it
and I will happily concede.

Well, I don't think McCain
will stray very far from
the official party line anyway.

Darling, don't be
so unbelievably wet.

Clarence? You can ask him yourself,

he's coming here in
exactly five minutes.

He wants to brief us on Suez.
Shall we?

Where's Freddie?
I don't know.

I hear MI6 were in.

What's the point of the
Secret Service if they're not
actually secret? How did you know?

Lix told me. They wanted to speak
to Freddie again.

Is he any better?
Well, he's washed this week.

I don't know. He's late again.
Tell him I want to see him
when he comes in.

Eden is defending his polices
in the House this afternoon.
So, we will be going into Suez today?

I can't comment at the moment. Here
we go... His critics are coming out

in full force, Angus.
You're giving them ammunition

and they will use it against him.
Yes, some decisions are based on
principle, not on political gain.

Now, Nasser's seizure of the canal
triggered Israel's actions.
We have no choice but to go in.

But without United Nations support,
Eden leaves himself vulnerable.

All we are asking for, Hector,
is some balance in your reporting.

Will you come on The Hour
and state the Government's view?

I'm a little camera shy.
Well, that's unfortunate.

Stephen Tripp has kindly agreed
to present the opposition's view,
on the show tonight.

Well, this is highly irregular.

Need I remind you of the rule?
Tripp's a cad. I wouldn't share
a taxi with him.

I wouldn't share
a taxi with you, Angus. Bel...

but I would happily
have you on the programme.

Miss Rowley, why do you ask when
you know it is frankly impossible?

There will be no debate on
any matter that is currently
occupying the House.

Which it most emphatically is today.

How is the Prime Minister
holding up under the strain?

Remarkably cheerful. Perhaps that is
a mark of a great leader
in a crisis.

Surely you must have known,
someone must have known that
Israel was planning this attack?

That is a ridiculous
assertion, Miss Storm.

Or perhaps,
like many of your colleagues, you are
not as well informed as you seem.

Rumour has it you've all been
banished to the back room.

You know, I didn't think she'd last
as long as she has, Clarence.

Douglas said you thought
a lady would be easier to steer.

You were obviously wrong.

No-one was more surprised than I
at Israel's actions.

Stories are circulating
in American newspapers.

Well, I hope you don't
believe everything you read
in the foreign gutter press.

The opening of Calder Hall
nuclear power station

by her Majesty the Queen
marks an epoch in the history
of nuclear power.

For Calder Hall is the first power
station in the world to generate
nuclear electricity.

Hold it still!
It's got a wobble. You fix it.

The first nuclear powered
electricity will reach London today.

We at the BBC hope
to capture this historic...

Isaac, there's something
I've got to tell you.

Yes? My dad reckons
our phone lines are bugged.

What? The click. He think's
maybe someone's listening in.

They'll think I'm off my rocker
if I say something like that.

Don't you think?
Isaac, what are you doing?

I thought I'd try
and catch the moment.

With a lightbulb. When it goes on.

Did I ask you to do this? No.

Thought not.

Leave it to me, Sissy.
I knew you'd know what to do.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Did you say it?

A woman would be easier to steer?

Be sure Hector does not raise
the issue of Suez with Tripp.
We cannot break the gag.

Then why have him on the show?

He can talk about Hungary.

Did you say it?

We have quadrupled our viewers
in less than three months.

I have constantly delivered
this programme.

The reviews have dramatically
improved in the last two months.
I deserve this job.

No-one DESERVES this job. You're not
royalty. It is not bestowed on you.
There are no lifetime guarantees.

Did you say it?!

Yes.

I hope you appreciate how much
I've enjoyed watching you prosper
over the last few months.

You are a natural frontman, Hector.

Huh! I'm only as good
as the team around me.

Nonsense. You're ambitious.

And ambition is like love,
impatient both of delays and rivals.

The only person you can
really trust is yourself.
But it is important to do one's job.

Especially in a time of crisis.

Duty, Hector. You understand that.

Yes. Of course.

In certain circles, The Hour
is gaining a reputation for real
journalistic integrity.

It would be disappointing if it
fell into the trap of legitimising
unsubstantiated rumour and gossip.

It may come back to haunt you,
Hector. Good luck tonight.

Where the hell have you been? Out.

No, not good enough.

It's nearly midday.

You just missed McCain. Yes, I saw.

And they've been in again.

Apparently you can tell by their
shoes and coat. Who says? Hector.

She said I could keep it. In here.

You went to see his wife? Are you
insane? They could have seen you,
they're obviously suspicious.

I was delivering my condolences.
They were following me again.

You look terrible. Why don't you
go home and go to sleep?

We have everything in hand here,
you can take the rest of the day off.
I can't sleep.

I told them you were with me.

I assured them we all liked Tom.

No, no. It was the weekend. Yes,
I did think he had been drinking.

Young for a heart attack but not
out of the realms of possibility.
I called an ambulance. Anonymously.

I have this feeling of someone
standing by my shoulder.
I can't shake it.

Freddie, tell me what happened.
If it's a story, then just tell me,
maybe we can do something with it.

I can't. God, my head hurts.

A beautiful girl falls in love with
a traitor, who is passing secrets
that don't make any sense.

What is a Brightstone?
Who is a Brightstone?

It's a secret dangerous enough to
get you killed. Even by a friend.

You're rambling.
Have you even eaten today?

It's my fault.

You said he just fell.

Step away from the story.

Wait until the heat has passed
on Tom's death and then...

At worst, it was an accident.

There are no accidents.

Apparently. Remember that when
I'm found floating in the Thames.

God, I don't want to die like that.

I don't want to just disappear.

Happy Birthday.

You forgot. No. Yes.

Did.

What?

He's not going to need it.

How can you tell someone's MI6
by their raincoat?

Surely anyone could have bought
a 100% wool,

green-grey, run-of-the-mill...

Actually, no.

Reinforced seams.

They tried to recruit me.
Second year of university.

Frightfully nice chap.

Although to be honest, I was
a little worried. He did seem
somewhat, shall we say, over keen.

Inviting me to his parents' chateau
in Marseilles, skiing trips,
this was all paid for.

When he made the approach on behalf
of his Majesty's Government,
to be frank, I was quite relieved!

Are you in trouble?

Yes. Then listen to me.

Whatever you know, whatever
you've seen, just forget it.

Write your stories about the rest
of the world, but my advice...

I don't believe you will find
an answer to her death.

Things happen that
we can't even begin to understand,

nor should we try.

Things happen?

Things don't just happen.

A series of events take place,
a catalogue of choices are made,

an action takes place and it has
consequence. It all has consequence.

A young woman meets a man, they fall
in love, they have a secret affair.

And in this world, right now, today,
that is dangerous.

She told you.

I knew she'd tell you.
Well, you're her best friend.

It just happened.
We didn't mean it to, but...

Look, I'd rather you didn't...

Of course.

Yes, of course.

It's all been very sudden
and I wouldn't want...

Your wife to find out.
Of course not.

You've met her. She's very sweet
and I'm not proud of myself, so...

Of course, yes.

Freddie?

Yes?

I was wondering...

could you check over my copy?

Yes, of course. Absolutely.

Lix and I have been working on it
and I don't quite feel that
I'm getting the balance.

Suez and Hungary, perfect match.

Very different backgrounds,
however, a common unifying theme.

Repression and revolt.

Together,
casting an interesting light.

Cut in on the second line,
third paragraph.

It's pretty brilliant, Hector.

Really, it's, umm,
nothing to be ashamed of.

I couldn't have written better.
Hmmph.

Well, maybe a little bit.

Can I borrow your car?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important. Er, all right.

Thank you.

Jolly decent of you, Hector.

You should know I don't
have a licence, but, er,

Bel's taught me the basics,
so I think I'll be fine.

Well, who needs a bumper anyway?

HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

I didn't think you smoked.

I don't, but everyone else does,
so I'm practising.

Not so deep.

Better.

Mr Lyon, have I done
something wrong?

How exactly? Well, when you
asked me to be your assistant,
I presumed I'd be working with you.

On stories and so forth.

I'm happy to hold the camera
or write up the extra copy

that you need, but it's not the same
as actually working with you.

Isaac, I'm touched.

I just hope you feel
I'm earning my place here.

Sissy's dad says
the phones are being bugged.

Right.

Do you think I should tell Clarence?
No.

Clarence has got enough
to think about today.

Thank you very much, Mr Wengrow.
Very useful.

Well, actually, it's Wen-GROW.

As in to GROW flowers.
Really? Extraordinary.

Frederick?

Is it you?

I was hoping to speak to Lord Elms.

Oh, we spend most of
our time in London now.

This house is too big for us,
really. So it's just Audrey and I.

She cooks for us

and she listens to the wireless,
all day long. Tea?

No, thank you.

Do you remember
your summers here, Frederick?

Yes. You'd never want to go home.

But you'd always send me.

Perhaps if I could just
talk to Lord Elms.

Thank you for your card.

I had so many.

Of course, no-one
really knows what to say,

but everyone's been so kind.

It wasn't suicide.

No. No, I don't like
to call it that either.

She wasn't in her right mind.

She didn't really
know what she was doing

and there's such purpose in taking
one's own life, isn't there?

So, I don't think of it
that way either.

No...

I mean...

She didn't kill herself. She was
killed, Lady Elms. She was...

Now then, Frederick.

You always were a
storyteller, weren't you?

Is he here?

Is Lord Elms here?

I've been trying to get
hold of him for weeks.
He prefers to stay in town.

You know the drive tires him
awfully and he gets very muddled.

So we all felt... We?

..that he was best in Chelsea.

I keep having to remind him
that she's not coming back.

And she's not.

Best to put all of that away.

It's just that, erm,
I believe it was he who sent me it.

The film of Ruth? And Peter Darrall?

Darrall?

Oh, well,
yes, Richard did know a Darrall.

Yes, wonderful man.

Heroic in the First World War.

Oh, and he had the most lovely
daughter... What was her name?

Erm, very plump girl.

It looks pretty recent.

She looked so happy.

Deceptively.

No.
One can never retain these things.

Well...

I'm sorry for disturbing you.

I thought... Thinking
never helped anyone, Frederick.

Least of all such
an earnest young man as yourself.

I never expected you to
make so much of yourself.

I don't like to paint over them.

They all have such nice memories.

Rather like a visitors' book.

Yes.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

It's Mrs Madden.

Marnie, how are you? I'm afraid...

'You've been put through to
the wrong line. Hector's...'
Oh! In the studio.

Silly me. I forgot.

Could you just tell him I called?
Of course.

We had a little tiff, you see.

Oh? 'It was over wallpaper.

'I wanted tiny roses,
he wanted plain.

'So silly, don't you think?'

These things
can be cause for heated exchange.

You're right.

But then his home is
so important to him.

'If you could tell him
that I've ordered plain.'

It will be ready to be
picked up on Friday.

If you could just remind him.

I'm terribly sorry, Marnie,
I have to go.
It's frightfully busy today.

'Final scripts in, please.

'On air in one hour.'

KNOCK AT DOOR

Not now, Ron, go away. GO AWAY!

'In Westminster, Prime Minister
Sir Anthony Eden

'has just finished giving
his speech to the House of Commons

'in which he outlined
the British government's
response to events in Egypt.'

ENGINE REVS INCREASINGLY LOUDER

TYRES SCREECH

Mr Tripp, thank you for
coming on the programme.

We've heard tonight
from Hungarian refugees

who have suggested that recent
events have somewhat shifted
the world's attention

away from... Sorry.

Away from the situation in Hungary.

Some have warned that,
should the world look away now,

the Soviet Union may
feel free to act at will.

Is there danger of this happening?

This can't go on. The missed
deadlines, the unexplained absences.

Out today, and yesterday on
the street. Again this morning.
Blue car. Black interior. What?

Why am I being followed?

Oh, Mr Lyon, you're back!

In here.

Freddie. Don't lie to me.

Are you a Soviet agent, Freddie?

No.

Somewhere in the BBC is a Soviet
agent, Kish was looking for him.

Christ. Looking for...
For the agent. Yes.

Whoever killed him...
He was with me. What?

Kish was with me!

We got into a fight.

We'd been in the canteen,

I confronted him about
Peter Darrall - they were friends.
Did anyone see you?

Erm... I don't think so.
All right, breathe, breathe.

He was strangling me...

And then he fell.

Christ.

Darrall... he left this.

The night he was killed,
at a newspaper kiosk.

I found it the next day.

If you place it...

over the crossword...

it says,

"He Knows. Revert to Brightstone."

I mean you can't see it now.

But the letters, I've worked it
out. You see the perforations?
They mark exactly.

They're going to kill me.
No, they're not. Did you tell them?

When the police interviewed you?
No. Bel covered for me.

Good. Does anyone else
know about this? Only Bel.

Christ.

Right.

What are you doing?

You never told me this.
This conversation hasn't happened.

I have just reprimanded you for
failing to attend your own programme
which you will not do again.

Clarence.
It's your birthday, Freddie.

Now stand.

Breathe.

Walk.

And breathe.

Just breathe.

Let's get this show out
and then we can celebrate.

Five...

Good night.

..four, three...

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Hold on. Hold on.

Yeah. We've gone in. Eden's sent
bombers in.

Put it straight through. He can take
it live on air.

PHONE RINGS

'Ron, tell him to
pick up the bloody phone!'

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.
I am being told to
pick up this telephone.

Hello?

'Yes.

'Thank you. Yes.'

Ladies and gentlemen, while we've
been on air, news has come in that

Britain has started bombing
military targets in Egypt.

Tonight as the bombs
rain down on Cairo,

Soviet troops begin to leave
the beleaguered city of Budapest.

Two very different countries,
two very different conflicts.

And yet,

they share a day

when the world stands on
the threshold of change.

What will tomorrow bring?

Good night.

Cue music.

Fade out studio.

Newsroom, everybody now, please.

Thanks, everybody, great show.

What?

Oh, darling girl, it's just
nice to see you so perky.

Do you know how irritating it is
when you say that?

Oh, please don't deny me one of
life's little pleasures to patronise
those younger and fresher than me.

You don't like him?

Hector? God, no, I like him
very much. He's gorgeous.

No, no, no, enjoy him
while it lasts.

But his ambition is his
real passion.

What's yours?

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ And so say all of us! ♪

THEY CHEER

Friends, Romans, countrymen,

Iend me your ear.

Tonight, is not the night
for speeches.

Oh, come on, Freddie. Yeah!

But I do wish to say on this
grand occasion of my 26th...

27th.

..something stupid o'clock
birthday as the world goes to hell,

that there is truly nowhere else
I would rather be

than sitting in the arse-end
of London, drinking flat beer,
with you.

Hear, hear! Cheers, cheers!

How much is that? That's ninepence.
You're Hector Madden?

Yes. I do love your show.

Have we met before?
The Man Who Knew.

Oh, you played the girl. Very good.

I wish the critics had felt the same.
They cancelled us after two weeks.

That's a shame.
I rather liked Mr Le Ray.

Will you top this up? Thanks.

Haven't you heard?
He was caught in a gentleman's
lavatory in Russell Square

doing something he shouldn't have.

Apparently, he's out on bail.
Poor sweetheart.

Mmmmm.
Oh, dear. Well, that's me...

Mr Fendley, please.

Oh, stay don't go! Oh, don't go.
No, no. You young things
stay and enjoy yourselves.

But everyone in first thing, hmmm?

Goodbye, farewell.
Goodnight, Mr Fendley.

Good night, Mr Fendley. Farewell.
Night, Clarence.

Good night, Hector.
Good night, Clarence.

This is really it.

It's been coming for a while.

Israel had to protect itself.

Do you think you'll
get conscripted, Isaac?
No... flat feet.

I better get home.

I need to drink some more!
There's The Sunlight.

Berwick Street.
My brother's on the door. If you...

Sissy, lead the way. Hector?

Not tonight. Fool! Lix?

Well, I don't think anyone
will sleep tonight. Why not?
I want you all in at eight.

Well, you better come with us, then.

If you want to be certain.

You know where I'd rather be.

You're increasingly
reckless, Mr Madden.

Come find us later.

It will be impossible.

Oh, erm, plain.

Erm, she said plain... wallpaper.

Marnie called today.

Put me through
to Whitehall 2995. Thank you.

Buenas noches, guapo!

Thank you!

Muchas gracias, bonita.
Son aretes preciosos.

Gracias, chica!

Boys, boys, boys, close your mouths.

Have you got a cigarette for me?

Darling?

Oh! It is you!

Daddy and Mummy
have arrived already.

Terrific.

I mixed it all by myself.
Well done, darling.

You haven't tried it yet.

Oh!

May I say how exceptionally
beautiful you look tonight,
Moneypenny?

Now, I know you say that
to all the girls, James.

Yes, I am very, very,
"Buenas noches, guapo."

Really. I'm driving them wild!
Mmmmm?

I've got snake hips tonight.

I like you like this.

You didn't like me before?

More... I like you even more. Hmm.

I have an idea for some
comedy sketches.

Hopefully for The Goon Show...
Oh, great!

I mean, I've written some,
but not for human consumption.

But maybe by the time I'm 22.

Too late. One has to leap, Isaac.
One has to throw oneself into life.

Not just shuffle.
It's now or never. Do it!

Hello, my beauty.

May I?
Looks like you already have. See?

Too late. There's always
another ready to whisk them
onto the floor.

No, no, I'm out. Lix.

Come on, Lix! Oh, I'm not...

Come on. Come on!

Freddie, I haven't danced since
the '40s! I feel rather creaky!

Nonsense, you glorious woman.
Look at you!

Fundamentally, you don't want
an Arab gripping your windpipe.

I say bomb the life out of
them if you have to. Hmmm.

Darling, these are terribly good.

Little shrimps, are they? Hmm.

Ralph despises anything
fishy so I never serve it.

But these are really
very, very tasty.

How is Ralph? Oh, useless.

Terrible news about Adam.

That's not true, Ralph loves salmon.

Oh, yes.

How is The Hour?

I was talking to
Douglas only yesterday.

Did you watch it tonight?

We never miss it. Our little star.

Do you want to drive?
No. We should be all right here.
M-hmm.

I will not have my team watched
like this.

Everyone is watched at sometime or
other in their career. There is not
a Soviet agent on my team.

The BBC perhaps, but not on my team.

Clarence. I appreciate that the
interests of our country must come
first but you must see there is irony

in my journalists being followed
while they are following a story.

Then you must tell Mr Lyon to
stop investigating the Elms story.

They're journalists. Yes.

That's what he's meant to do.
Investigating a murder.

That is not newsworthy.

Promise to allow me to present
both sides of the argument.

But he must leave
the Elms story well alone.
When they stop following my team.

They won't like it.

Promise me.

I'll do what I can.

You do the same.

That was fun.

Yes.

'Moving on to foreign news,
British forces have made repeated

'warnings to Egyptian
civilians to evacuate Cairo.

'But reports coming in tonight
confirm the lights of Cairo are
alight. In East Africa...'

I might need to
go back into the office.

Oh, no... Hector.

It all went a very quiet when
I brought up darling Adam Le Ray.

Daddy's furious. He's told Ralph
to have nothing more to do with him.
It just seems desperately sad.

It's fearful what goes
on behind closed doors.

Thank God we don't have any children
yet. Imagine if they'd sat
down to dinner with him.

Darling, do you ever
listen to yourself?

I'm serious, Hector.

Five years from now
I'll be doing what I do now.

But better.

I won't live in Clapham.

I'll have an exquisite apartment.

In Lucerne.
It's supposed to be very beautiful.

Too many cuckoo clocks.

We'd never buy a cuckoo clock.

Oh, good. You'll be there. Of course.

The commute will be tricky.
Well, I'll buy a sea plane.
Oh, naturally.

Land in Tooting Bec Lido
each morning.

Up on the Northern line,
cross onto the Central.

What will we do with the children?

Gilbert and Maude?
Glove compartment.

Thank God for that.

And we'd be happy. Ecstatic.

We wouldn't want
to be anywhere else.

With anyone else.

I think I'm in with a chance.

Isaac. Shhh.

I rather like the idea of you
beavering away at your desk,

slaving over
a hot little typewriter tonight.

Don't wait up.

Shall I walk you?
No. It's all right.
Sey's got a motorbike.

Motorbike. Wow! Mr Sey.

Oh, it's just Sey, No Mr.

Oh. He's studying medicine.

A doctor. It gets better.

Very nice meeting you, Mr Wengrow.

Night.

I should go home.

No. That's not possible.

Government regulations say
you must stay up all night
on the eve of battle.

Do you love him?

Who told you? Does it matter?

Is he nice to you?

Yes.

He buys you flowers. That's a start.

Does he tell you
how exquisite you are?

Cos he should.

Freddie. You are...

exquisite,

Bel Rowley.

There you are!

I found you.

I didn't know if
you'd still be here.

You should dance with this woman.

Come on, dear boy. The glorious
woman is taking you away.
Bloody brilliant idea.

♪ When it rains five days
And the skies turn dark as night

♪ Oh, when it rains five days
And the skies turn dark as night

♪ Them troubles takin' place
And you know everything ain't right

♪ When I woke up this morning
I couldn't even get out of my door

♪ When I woke up this morning
Couldn't get out of my door

♪ There was enough trouble
To make a poor girl

♪ Wonder where she ought to go. ♪

Sorry... I don't do breakfast.

Thank you.

Canteen opens at 7. If you're
light on your toes, you can beat
the queue before the electricians.

They're always in first.

PHONE RINGS

'Framlingham 2355.'
You're lying to me.

Who is this?

'A conspiracy is nothing
but the secret agreement

'of a number of men'

for the pursuance of policies which
they dare not admit to in public.

'I will find out the truth.

'Do you hear me?

'DO YOU HEAR ME?!'

I WILL FIND OUT THE TRUTH.

Clarence.

Good night?

You?

Very quiet.

Straight home.

Good morning.

Mmm!

1, 2, 3, 4...

You can hear the crowd chanting,
"1, 2, 3, 4."

"We won't fight in Eden's war."

'Whatever you see of Hector...'

I know who he really is.

Do you?

'I can't help feeling
how tragic it is,

'that we by our criminal folly,

'should have lost the moral
leadership of which we were once
so proud.'

Who is Brightstone?

She was a Brightstone. Who? What?
Ruth Elms was a Brightstone.