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This new programme - it's everything
we've been waiting for.

Mr Lyon. I'm a very big
fan of your work.

Which bit of my work?

Have you heard of Peter Darrall?
He was killed last night.

It'll be reported as a robbery.

It wasn't.

McCain's in.

We are embarking on a truly
exciting journey.

The Hour is coming.

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Look at this man.

This is Mr Reginald Thomson.

Like many young men newly arrived
from the West Indies,

he needs a place to rest
for the night.

Not far from Victoria would be best.

He starts a new job at the
railway station tomorrow

and he wants to be on time for work.

Now look to my left.
This is Mr Alfred Baker,

also newly arrived in the city, also
about to take up employment tomorrow

in the clerk's office
close to Lincoln's Inn.

Victoria is not an ideal location...

- ...but it's cheap...
- And now comes the smile.

- ...and needs must.
- Yes, there it is.

Here's what happened when we
followed them in their search for lodgings.

Counting down three, two, one,

roll, Freddie. I'm going in.

Victoria, you will find a hotel
or a bed and breakfast

on every street to take
a guest in search of shelter.

Are you in discomfort or does it
just seem as if you have

- a pickle up your backside?
- Freddie.

I want that man banned from the set.

It's camera two
then back to camera one.

Three cameras, three lights.
You're a beat behind every time.

75,000 immigrants arriving from the
colonies, all with hopes...

When it's red, you hit your light.

If I could see my light
then I would hit my light.

Clear the set, please, Ladies
and gentleman. Clear the set.

He's here. Go in hard on the first
question. Have you got them?

Yes. I know what I'm doing.

Mr Thomson, could you tell us
what happened?

Behave.

Mr Lyon...

...I can't breathe.

I'll let the
American Space Programme know.

If you're white,
then you're all right.

Freddie Lyon,
reporting for The Hour.

OK, and go to camera two...

- One.
- Er, one, camera one. Sorry.

- Good evening Mr Gabot.
- It's Gabord, not Gabot.

You're an expert on immigration.
That was an interesting insight

into the prejudice faced by
an immigrant arriving in London.

Well, yes, it was,

although I don't know
the Notting Hill area well.

- Something's wrong.
- Ask the question!

Ask the bloody question!

And where are you from?

Well, actually, Biggin Hill.

The congestion
is particularly bad...

Interrupt him! Interrupt!

..the A232 and join
the A236 at Croydon...

He hasn't got the questions.

..to Wandsworth Bridge.

Once over the river I do find it's
preferable to follow the
Fulham Palace Road.

Anything rather than face the hoards
on the Bayswater Road.

I'm sure your viewers would
agree with that.

Three weeks...

..you said three weeks.

Four. I said give him four.

And we're clear.
That's a wrap, everyone.

Erm, hello?

¿Hello?

Ron, move that Mars set.
We won't be needing it.

How difficult is it?

We write the questions,
you ask them.

Questions on the future of the
British Colony of Cyprus,

a slot you scrapped?

It's not my fault you don't pick
up the right sheet.

- I'm not a bloody puppet.
- No, you're right. The puppet wanted more.

Freddie.. Away.

Your charm is wearing thin, Hector.

I wouldn't call it charm.

I call it trying to make the best
of a shoddily run show.

It's a farce. It's a bloody farce.

Mad arm waving, you screaming at me.

No, you are the farce. You.

- Clarence.
- Clarence!

We've got a terrific piece
for next week on the credit squeeze.

It's very exciting, very exciting.

- I look forward to it.
- You should, you really should.

Good night!

- Brilliant.
- I'm sorry.

Next week...

..do better. Please do better,

because if you don't
then Freddie wins 12 shillings

and my entire Bill Haley collection.

You're pathetic.

Merci, madame.

Ah, here.

Oh, don't give him any.
They won't let him on the flight.

You're on fiery form tonight.

Drink up.

Whisky is God's way of
telling us that he loves us

and he wants us to be happy.

Night.

Oh, no, thanks.
I'm all squiffy on a shandy.

Do you need anything else,
Miss Rowley?

No, it's fine, Miss Coulson.
I'll see you on Monday.

- OK, night.
- Night.

Rumour has it she can type.

She's probably taking the A297423.

Biggin Hill.

It was rather like a flaying fish.

Really, Mr Gabot! Do tell!

Do tell us more.

Well, I usually take the A2678453 to
absolutely the middle of going nowhere.

Ssh. He's outside!

Never mind the immigration crisis...

Lift and shove.

Lift... Lift and shove.
BANGING AT DOOR

Lift and shove!

Lift! And shove!

That is really very dangerous.

For the person trying to get in
or for the person trying to get out?

What if...?

What if there was a fire
and you couldn't get out?

Or someone tried to break in?

I could unpick that with
a toothpick if I wanted to.

Really, Bel, it's hopeless.

Oh, Freddie, you're very sweet...
when you're not being such a mutant.

Oh, no.

I'll have to do this lying down.

Nice to see
my Bill Haley collection.

Just checking for scratches.

It was all a bad dream.

Don't be wet.

I think I might cry now.

No, don't look at me.

Have you finished?

No.

Yes. No. No, not yet.

It's all gone horribly wrong.

Teething troubles.

You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Gave Hector the wrong questions?

No.

HE SIGHS
Yes. I don't know.

- I'm not sleeping brilliantly
at the moment. - Oh, you should sleep.

Everyone needs their beauty sleep.

Not everyone.

'I'm not speaking to you.'

What do you expect me to say?

Peter was a...a nice chap.
A little flirtatious, perhaps.

I don't really approve of that
sort of thing, all these young girls.

It...it does go on, of course.

- You shared the same office.
- And rarely spoke.

The odd formal dinner,
a coffee here or there.

- He liked to fish. I do not.
- Why are you lying to me?

He was short of money.
I was very busy.

He'd fill in for me every other week.

- Fill in?
- Crosswords.

I set the crosswords.
Peter was always very interested.

Really, I...I'm very sorry.

Which newspaper? Which newspaper
did he set the crossword for?

Evening Standard.

The last one he set was printed
the day after he died.

That's done it.

I'm terribly sorry.

- Clarence.
- Miss Rowley.

Yes...

Sorry?

"Though his glare may so
far be a little dim,

"let us pray Mr Madden will guide
this rudderless ship, namely The Hour.

"There is only
so long that one can wait.

"One can only hope
for a better tomorrow."

Shall we?

Freddie.

You don't like me, do you?

- It's not personal.
- Huh.

You went to a minor
public school in...

Sherborne.

Not so minor, then. Where you
excelled at cricket, rugby and fives.

- I bet you were...
- A head boy.

Then Cambridge,
where everyone hoped for a first,

but sadly you partied more
than you should,

met the right people and had a ball.
Your parents were naturally disappointed,

but what's an upper... lower second?

Third?

Still, you had fun.

Indeed I did.

Whereas mugs like me slaved away
at a second-rate university

with very little of what you call a
good time for a paltry, unrecognised first,

most of it in a haze of misery,
but I digress.

Then...

No, not sure what
happened then but probably...

- Welsh Guards.
- You've seen service?

Oh, God, you've got a medal.

Two.

Ha... Absurd.

So after victory at the D-Day
landing, you came home,

looked about you and set your sights
on television presenting.

You started at a small regional station,
possibly Manchester?

I was on the sports desk.
Occasional outside broadcast.

- But your wife-didn't like the...
- People.

She got on the phone
to pater and before your

poor insignificant producer could say,

"How did that happen?"
he's watching you front
your very own TV programme,

while he,
despite 40 years of loyal service,

is stuck in Manchester,
crying into his beer.

As I say, it's not personal,
I just don't like privilege.

God.

You're a snob.

- We can't use this, we have no...
-No, no, no, it's got to be Egypt,

Egypt, Egypt. There are furious anti-British
tirades playing continuously on their radio.

For weeks now.

Until you have something to break,
we can't run it as a story yet.

- Freddie?
- Abolition of hanging.

Second reading in the House of Lords
this afternoon.

- You take a camera?
- Mmm-hmm.

Right, anyone else?

Thank you. Anyone else?

Time is ticking.
We are cutting it fine, as ever.

- Again, Nasser? Egypt?
- Thank you, Lix.

We have one day to go.
We don't have a programme yet.

The premium bonds story works.

- Macmillan's back in it.
- We could use

the footage of the labour strike.
Cutting it fine, but...

Brilliant. And what question would
you put to our Chancellor

- if, say, you were to interview him,
Hector? - Preferably the right one.

But please do feel free
to intervene, Mr Lyon -

a man of your impressive record.
Any pointers you could throw my way?

- I still say we go with Egypt.
- No. I think Hector's got the story.

It's what's of interest to the
man on the street.

- Lix!
- Isaac's got a very good piece on...uum...

Smokeless fuel.
Life after the Clean Air Act.

Remarkable. Think you could
manage that, Hector?

- Interviewing a slice of Irish bog?
- I don't know. That depends.

Perhaps if I'm given correct questions and
they're less provocative, more succinct,

I didn't find myself grappling
to find a decent interview.

I will not have you squabbling
like this. You're like children.

You're like bloody children!

- Is anybody listening to me? Egypt is
the story... - I am not your mother

and I am not your nurse, so just
grow up. All of you, just grow up.

I'm sorry. I can't work like this.
Excuse me, Clarence.

Sorry, Clarence.

"The Hour is like watching the car
you've always dreamed of

"being driven by a man who
has never sat behind a wheel."

Telegraph.

Your job is
to ensure Hector is prepared,

because you are not on
the front line, Freddie, Hector is.

Bel tells me you're
working on another story.

It's not ready yet.

Clarence...

- Rudderless? - At least they didn't
say it was because you were a woman.

Perhaps they haven't noticed it yet.

Don't make me regret my choice, Bel.

Auribus tenere lupum, hmm?

"Grab the wolf by the ears."

Are you all right?

Absolutely.

Is there a single bloody phone
here that works?

No. We're between the BBC Home Service
and Johnny Morris in priority, apparently.

He's mine.
The World Service sent him up.

He speaks Arabic.
No harm in being ready, Bel.

Monitoring are sending transcripts
of the Egyptian broadcasts.

So I need someone to able to translate.

My man in Alexandria,
well, he does his best,

but it's...it's schoolboy Arabic.

Lix has got a lackey?

When you have a president
of a Middle Eastern country

angry with half the Western world,

buying arms off the Soviets and
whipping up crowds in Alexandria,

chances are, Egypt leads.

And Westminster's getting
a little edgy. Tu ne penses pas?

Find him a desk.

I'm sorry.

You were unspeakable, Freddie.

I am your producer. You absolutely
cannot talk like that in front of Clarence.

It's not just you and me.
What's wrong with you?

I could, of course, bring up your
obvious attraction to Cary Grant,

but ignoring that, which I won't,

because you are quite frankly
out of your mind...

I'm not listening.

He's slick, mediocre, smug.

I stopped listening at "mediocre".

Why did you not even consider me?

Because you're too goddamned ugly.

This is when you reference my
brilliance off-camera, my essentiability...

Not a word.

That, without me,
you really couldn't go on.

I couldn't go on.

Bel Rowley.

Does yours keep doing this?

Police report.

It still says suicide, Freddie.

There are scratches all round
the paint around the showerhead.

Like she tried to grip it to pull
herself up. Like she struggled.

Everyone struggles when
they're in the throes of dying.

- The body clings to life.
- Second paragraph.

"Compression to the oesophagus,
and fracture to second vertebra."

It's a seven-foot three-inch drop
from showerhead to base of bath.

At best, that's slow asphyxiation.

I don't think it'd break your neck,
second vertebra.

You'd have to hang
from a tree or bridge. Or...

- by violent force.
- Is this really scientific?

She didn't kill herself.

They'll say that you fell for a
21-year-old's conspiracy theories...

- I made a promise to her.
- ...because they tapped into your own.

They did. They do.

I knew her.

I stayed with her family during the war.

Peter Darrall was setting the crosswords
in the Evening Standard every other week.

He was using them to send messages.

The perforations pick up
certain letters.

Because he's a spy.

The last crossword he set
was published the day he died.

- MI5?
- MI6.

Maybe...he was killed by
a Russian looking for this.

What does it say?

I don't know.
I never finish crosswords.

Seven letters. "Many set free."
Possibly an anagram.

You know that a subscription to
Marvel's All-True Crime

- doesn't make you a real detective?
- Doesn't it?

They publish the answers the next day.

- Why don't you...?
- I would if I could bloody find it.

"Amnesty"! "Many set".

Very good.

But not good enough to be considered

- as a frontman for The Hour, right?
- Oh, God.

- It's a fact, Moneypenny.
- And stop calling me that.

As your producer, that qualifies me
as something more than a secretary.

You know I have a story here.

No, you don't. Not yet.
Abolition of hanging, House of Lords.

You know Lord Elms
has an office there?

Be nice to Hector.

Why?

Sorry, do you mind?

Behave, Freddie. Ignore him.

He's a melancholic.

And thanking you again.

He likes to hoard newspapers,
rather like a tramp.

No, I like to keep them, because one
day they will have their use.

This is Mr...

Kish. Thomas Kish.

Pretty girl.

Yes.

Just need a...

- Yes, of course, sorry.
- Thank you.

I didn't know where to put him
so I thought you might share.

Oh, help yourself.

Isaac!

Bel Rowley.

Hawley Harvey Crippen,
John Christie, Ruth Ellis,

all hanged for very
different heinous crimes.

But today, a momentous bill already
passed in the House of Commons

is to be heard in the House of Lords
which may put an end

to capital punishment
in this country for good.

All I'm getting is rain.
It's like court shoes on parquet.

Can we try inside?

Thank you.

You know, you always click
your heel harder on the third step.

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.

We need to work on your links today.
Say more. Smile less.

Yes, I hear
the newspapers don't like the smile?

Do you really not read them?

Front page and sport.
I find that normally covers it.

- Incredible.
- What?

I should be interested in the bored
bile of some fat hack stuck in Fleet
Street on an expense account?

- They refer to an absence of intellect.
- They may be right. It's overrated.

You really don't care
what they think?

I care what you think.

Four o'clock. In the studio.

- Ron, reel three is fine.
- Thank you, Miss Rowley.

Miss Rowley. Your mother's here.

- What about here? - Well, it's as light
as it's probably going to get.

Hello?

If it's pink, it's fish paste.

I can't stay much longer.
It's madness today.

We should have gone
to that little Italian.

Ooh. When did you cut your hair?

- Last month, perhaps. I don't remember.
- Platinum would suit you, darling.

Yes, if I wanted to look like
a lady who works the docks.

Darling, why don't we sit here?

- I've got to go now, Ma.
- Oh, five more minutes.

Isn't that your editor?

Producer.

How old do you think she is?

I don't know.

- She must be nearly 30.
-28.

Thank you.

She looks just like that actress.

You know,
the one we saw in that thingy?

- Where's the Bolshevik?
- Out.

How's the broker?

Banker. He's fine, I expect.
I haven't seen him in weeks.

How's Bill? Clive?

Don't know. Don't care.

You worry so.

Is that her mother?
Oh, God, it is, it's Verda Rowley.

Oh, she left her husband.

- Don't stare, darling.
- Sorry.

I am quite back on my feet.
In fact, it's really rather exciting.

- Where are you staying?
- Cynthia's.

She's been marvellous.
Oh, Robert's still appalling.

He reminded me I had a daughter
with a very nice little flat.

Oh, please, God, no.

Just try not to...

- Miss Rowley, I must apologise,
Marnie insists on... - Yes.

Carole Lesley. Hector doesn't agree
with me, but you look just like her.

The Embezzler? Have you not seen it?

- She's terribly good.
- No.

Hector hates it when I pop in.

- No, I don't.
- But one is just so curious.

- This is my mother.
- Hello.

- You must be very proud.
- Hello.

That's my babydoll.

We have to go...leave.

Yes, we should go too, darling.

Babydoll?! I'll be 28 in August.

Why not Bel or Isabel,
the name you christened me?

Rather than something
you'd call a showgirl.

The lock's broken.
You have to lift the door a little

and then a quick push and you're in.

There are some cold chops
in the refrigerator,

help yourself if you're hungry.
I'll be back by nine.

I won't forget this, sweetheart.

Yes, you will.

Miss Rowley...

Did you make Mr Madden
a cup of tea again this morning?

No. Well, yeah,
but he just smiles at ya and then...

Miss. Coulson. Do you want to be taken
seriously, or for ever be some

stupid little marionette fluttering on the
arm of every good-looking man in the BBC?

-No.
- Well, the first rule you don't make tea.

You're a very pretty girl but
the last thing I need

is someone
distracting those around you.

- Don't send me back there.
- Where?

I didn't ask for you - I don't know
where to send you back to.

Like most things in this corporation,
people arrive

and you are expected to accept them,
no questions asked.

Personnel.

They're on the second floor. It's
where all the secretaries come from.

Miss Coulson...

How old are you?

Cooper. It's actually Cooper.
As in Gary.

But there's a Miss Sally Cooper
down in children's casting

and they were concerned
I was going to get her post.

- How old are you?
- 21.

20.

19. But I can type 100 words a minute
and I've got a distinction in shorthand.

The Hour is the most exciting
posting I have had since I got here.

I've been in the mail room
since January.

That implies you can stick on a stamp
but not keep out my mother.

I'm not like them - the rest of them in
that typing pool, always on the lookout.

I ain't looking for that. I want to
be part of something. Part of this.

And I know I can be really useful
and helpful to you.

Miss Cooper, less is more.

The BBC?

Very good.

I had a mind to go
into broadcasting once.

Yes, you've done well
for yourself, Frederick.

Lord Elms?

I was hoping to interview you, sir.

To get your reaction to the bill.

It won't get passed,
if that's what you mean.

So you voted against it?

Does it matter?

We get the vote we deserve,
and the rest can hang.

That doesn't make it right.

Is it on?

As in everyday life, the word "right"
has no single unequivocal meaning.

Is the widow of the police officer
murdered by a violent attacker

not "right" to demand reasonable
justice for her late husband?

But is the man falsely convicted
and sentenced to be hanged

also not "right" to demand
that same reasonable justice?

To demand his right to life?

In a democracy, the only thing one
can be right about is...

the right to ask the question.

And the real question is,

do we live in a democracy...

..or...

under the illusion of one?

What sort of a camera is it?

Auricon.

Ruthie liked to make little films.

I didn't come to the funeral.

To Ruth's funeral. I didn't know
if you'd want me there.

You are always welcome, Frederick.

You always were.

She came to see me.

She wanted me to help her.

And did you?

One could argue that swift death

is preferable to
a lifetime's imprisonment.

One could argue that.

Mr Lyon?

Lix was looking for you.

We did this story last week.

And you smiled last week,

and then you flicked your eyes
up and down. Yes, just like that!

If it's a short script, learn it.

It's this bloody desk.

It's not the desk's fault. It's you.

The only thing
that's stopping you is you.

Sorry. My mother does this to me.

- She seemed very nice.
- That's just her flirting with you.

So did your wife... Seem very nice.

- Freddie says...
- Oh, Mr Lyon!

-He can be quite kind if you just...
-Keep away from you?

I don't know why you're so nervous.

You're charming and you're effortless

and then the minute you turn to
look at the camera you just...

Well, everyone's waiting
there for me to be brilliant.

I can't just pluck the name of the
President of Liberia out of the ether.

I need to stick to a script

but then when I look down I
look up again and there you all are

standing there. Staring back at me.
It's bloody terrifying!

Perhaps Mr Lyon
would have been a better fit.

How did you get into news?

I was about 16.

I used to sit in my father's
study listening to the wireless.

1933. Vernon Bartlett discussing
Hitler's decision

to leave the League of Nations.

The most powerful
thing I've ever heard.

It pulled me out
of that drab little room

and into the middle of a crisis,
as if I was sitting there with them,
the third person at that table.

That's how it should be.

Stand up.

They need to see you.

They need to know who you are.

Trust you as they would a friend.

They need to hear you talk
as I just heard you.

A man who does a job that
other men would kill to do,

and that women want to sit next to
at the dinner table because you're
the most dangerous man in the room.

because you're
the most dangerous man in the room.

There you are.

Lix is looking for you.

Thank you, Freddie.

Yes, OK, listen to this.

The military have moved into the
central square in Alexandria,
they've cordoned off the crowd.

Nasser's been talking
for coming up to an hour

and he doesn't seem
like he's stopping.

Our man in Alexandria's leaning
out of the window, he's holding up
the phone. Give us pictures, Lix.

There are thousand of people waving and cheering.

It's like a carnival...

I, I can't understand, it's Arabic.
Mr Kish?

- What exactly is Nasser saying?
- This canal is an Egyptian Canal.

It is an Egyptian Limited Company.

120,000 Egyptians died digging the canal

and then Britain forcibly
deprived us of our right in it.

- What's he saying? Are we
going to war? - Don't be daft.

- Where's Clarence?
- I don't know.

Are you listening now?

- What happens now?- I don't know...
I don't, umm, I don't know.

Let me think.

- We are. We are. We're going to war.
- We are not going to war, Miss Cooper!

We're carrying on preparing for
tomorrow's show.

We are taking in our
stride the incoming news

that Colonel Nasser has taken control of
this country's most important trade route,

we are reorganising and regrouping.
Lix, Freddie, Hector, and Ron, now.

Sissy, telephone lines.
We need them all working.

- Maintenance said Friday.
- Go down to the floor right now.

Now, please. Everyone back to their
desks, talk to anyone you can find.

Lix, do we have a camera down there?

I've spoken to Donaldson and two of the boys
from the Cairo agency should be there now.

We need to find someone in the
Egyptian Embassy.

- Someone who can talk for Nasser.
- What about that minister?

Was based in Cairo now in London?
Outspoken supporter of Nasser.

Hafiz.

I went to school with his son.

Hafiz drinks at the Layali Club.

- Sorry, not a member.
- I'll get us in.

Is there anything
you can't do, Hector?

Erm, not really.

Egyptian forces are
swarming the entire canal.

They're taking over
the Suez offices.

- They're lining up workers and making
them stand outside. - I'll get my car.

I got the interview with Elms.

When do you get it back from the lab?

First thing, if Mr Albert gets a
lick on. You have to see it, Bel.

You have to hear what Lord Elms
said. We run this film...

I don't know what
we're running tomorrow.

But when I decide I'll let you know.

I'll come with you,

to meet Hafiz.

- It's fine. Hector and I can...
- Home affairs desk.

This could loosely be considered home affairs
with a bit of foreign affairs thrown in.

(Why are you being such a child?)

(Now is not the time for you
to be a child.)

Is it just me,
or has Hector shrunk?

I'm sure he was taller.

When we first met you couldn't even
knot your tie straight.

You'd never tried an oyster.

Personally not much of a loss.

Been to the theatre.
Read Woolf or Wilde.

I did that.

It's what you do for someone
when you believe in them.

And you believe in him?

I've got "atom",

"shamble", "evolve".

Freddie?

(Freddie!)

We were hoping
to entice you onto The Hour.

So that you can interrogate me?

- No.
- Yes.

Mr Hafiz, we would
like to bring a balanced view

to rapidly unfolding and sensitive
political events.

- Your President has stolen our canal.
- It hasn't been without provocation.

I can just see the headlines
tomorrow. Grabber Nasser!

It does have a certain ring to it.

- Freddie.
- May I apologise?

Why? He is only saying
what the world will say.

But they do not know the truth.

And what is the truth, Mr Hafiz?

If you come on to our
programme,

perhaps you will
have a chance to tell the country.

If I am interviewed by a gentleman.

Here. Let me give you a hand with those.

You'll need the background.
You can't wing it. Start with these.

You'll need...

♪

Perhaps a little more
than a Children's Britannica.

How do you do it?

How do you know
exactly the right question to ask?

Because... I'm not afraid
of the answers.

Right, this is good.

I've marked the best pages.
Ignore the last chapter.

Thank you.

This is for Bel.

Not for you.

You're still an arse.

Freddie?

- Do you ever wash up?
- Saucepans, not much.

Cutlery occasionally.

And she won't even
make me a cup of tea.

- I'll walk you.
- It's all right. I can drive her home.

Very nice seeing you, Miss Rowley.

Dad. I'll be through in a minute.

- Hector Madden. Pleased
to meet you, Mr Lyon. - Yes, Captain.

Well, goodnight.

Thank you.

Are you nervous?

Terrified.

You can't bottle it, Hector.

You have to be as tough on him as you
would be on the next man.

- McCain's not going to like it.
- Stuff McCain.

It's left.

Which floor?

Top.

- Here?
- Mm-hm.

Are you all right?

Fine.

Then why are you shaking?

Oh, damn.

Military upbringing.
I can't help it.

I'm pathologically unable
to see a woman in the rain

without holding up
an umbrella over her.

Don't be frightened.

Gravity.

You have a natural gravity.

< 'Hello?'

- Good night.
- Good night.

< 'Bel?'

Ma. Sorry...

He rang.

Yes, he did.

- Oh.
- Don't do that.

- They always telephone, darling,
in the end. - Right.

That's right.

Have you even heard the news today?

Egyptian troops have...

Doesn't matter.

Verda, World War III will break out
and you'll be so busy

trying to squeeze yourself into that
bloody dress, you'll miss it.

Darling, please don't
become one of those women

who feels the need to have
a career and not a life.

I'd rather be that woman than
waiting for a bloody phone call.

Ooh. Did you not sleep well last night?

It always makes you so grumpy.

The last thing I want is to sleep.
I've woken up.

You should try it, Ma.

'But in spite of the smiles
and the friendly handshakes,

'Egypt's answer to the 18-nation
plan for international control

'of the Suez Canal
is still a flat refusal.

'Mr Menzies flies back to London
with the disturbing knowledge

'that although he and his committee
did their best, their mission has failed.

'Interviewed at the airport, Mr Menzies
tells how the 18-nation plan was explained

'in great detail to President Nasser

so that he should be left in
no doubt as to its implications...'

♪

Egypt?

This chap must not
appear on this television...

Clarence. I would have told you.

McCain already has. They have their
spies everywhere.

Naguib Hafiz is a coup. You know it.

A man who will be
a mouthpiece for Nasser?

An Arab Nationalist whom
Eden sees as a Soviet puppet?

How can we be impartial if
we only tell one side of the story?

That is why I am about to tell them

that I leave it to the
discretion of my producer to decide.

But Freddie must forgot
his interview with Lord Elms.

Elms complained?

Freddie was seen speaking to him in
a corridor in the House of Lords.

There are things said in grief
that a man may later regret.

You are must tell Freddie
the film blew.

Pick your battles, Bel.

Mr Fendley, Mr McCain's here.

Thank you.

When did you...

When did you first become aware
of President Nasser's intentions

to seize the canal?

Don't work so hard. Go again.

You be Mr Hafiz, and I'll be you.

Westminster is concerned. I wanted
to illuminate the situation for you.

I, um... Thank you.

I insisted it wasn't just anyone
coming down to talk to you.

I realise this is all very new for you,

but you cannot go ahead with
this interview tonight.

But I can, Mr McCain.

One must be aware that politicians
are very devious.

The Arab world has
a rich literary tradition.

Now, this is a very dangerous mix.

A politician who understands the
power of a good narrative

could hardly be called impartial.

And that is why we intend
to interrogate him.

You joined Nasser on a recent trip
to Moscow. Would you care to comment?

See, now is when you build.

- Well... - I'm sorry, Mr Hafiz,
I didn't catch that...

Was it in order to discuss
the arms deal?

The arms deal was with Czechoslovakia.
The arms were Soviet, Mr Hafiz.

How long have you been planning
to seize the Suez Canal?

Would he know that?

Of course.
Now you...

I would very much like to help you,
Miss Rowley.

Now, there are many powerful people
who will be very unhappy

if you allow Mr Hafiz
on to your programme this evening.

- I really feel it is my duty to protect you.
- I don't need your protection.

Perhaps if the programme was scripted,
and we saw a transcript prior to broadcast.

Then it could hardly
be called a live interview.

If you proceed with this
reckless behaviour,

I cannot guarantee what our response
in government will be, quite frankly.

I run a news programme.

It's my job to cover the news. That
is what I intend to do tonight.

Anything else is reckless.

And now if you'll excuse me,

I have a show about to go
on air that I must attend to.

It must be those
maternal instincts again.

Auribus tenere lupum...?

Look it up.

Sorry.

This is my dad.
He's just testing the line.

All the engineers were tied up putting in
more lines on the Sports desk upstairs.

Hello?

He can't work out what the click is,
on the line,

- but he will do.
- Right, thank you.

Very good. Carry on.

We shall march forward to political
and economic independence.

- All right? Will you be much longer
with that, Mr Kish? - Not much longer.

If we look back,
we do so only to demolish

the relics of oppression,
servility, exploitation...

- He's good. - Yes. He's the only
Englishman I've met who can switch

from the classical Arabic to the Egyptian
vernacular without batting an eyelid.

Thirty minutes,
ladies and gentlemen, 30 minutes.

Sissy, I'm...
Freddie!

Your Elms film blew.

- There was a problem with the sound.
- Mr Nelson said he could clean it up.

I'm sorry.

You're doing that funny
thing with your eyes again.

Bel?

Everyone needs to get to the studio.
We're live in 30 minutes!

Places, everybody, please.

- Are you set?
- Yep.

Watch the smile.

- Makes you look like Crippen.
- Was he a good-looking bastard too?

Mr Hafiz. Thank you.
This way, please.

Parcel, Mr Lyon, just arrived.

Eyes ahead, Isaac.

♪

♪

It's fine.

I'll be there. Fine.

Do you have everything you need?

I see we are being watched.

Always.

This way, Mr Hafiz.

It's just you talking to that boy
sitting in his father's study.

Stand by, studio...

Five, four, three,

two, one...

Fade up vision, go.

Good evening and welcome
to The Hour,

the most important
60 minutes of news of your week.

We lead with
the story that dominates.

President Nasser's seizing
of the Suez Canal Company.

To shed some light on this
growing crisis, we are joined

by one of the leading supporters of
Egypt's President, Mr Naguib Hafiz.

- Good evening. Thank you for joining us.
- Thank you for inviting me.

What is your opinion of
President Nasser's decision

to take over the Suez Canal Company?

The canal is situated
in Egyptian territory

and it has quite simply
reverted back to Egyptian control.

Well, if I may I correct you, Mr Hafiz?

The Canal is owned by the French
and British Suez Canal Company.

It is theft.

I prefer reclamation.

Well, you can be certain the British
public won't perceive it that way.

Britain has for too long

behaved like a distant
relative of Egypt

who believes that he's
still entitled to the family silver.

You off?

Till we meet again.

Yes.

Your country has been sold a fiction
by an impotent Prime Minister

surrounded by all his cronies,

and by a corrupt
and deceitful government.

The British Empire is over.

So you are accusing Prime Minister
Eden of weakness, worse, of lying?

Of selling to the British public
a fiction?

And is President Nasser hoping
to build an empire of his own?

Are there any plans to enlist
Soviet support for this new Empire?

Is President Nasser declaring war
on the British Empire?

Mr Hafiz?

The country is waiting, Mr Hafiz.
I must press you.

Tell me you will come this weekend.

I know you think you're onto
something with Ruth Elms.

- I am. - Obvious as hell he wasn't
in love with her.

Mr Kish, no-one told me
to expect you in.

- Didn't they?
- What do I do?

Just watch him.

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

And now you know too much.

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