All language subtitles for (1990) House of Cards – Episode 4

Four o'clock in the afternoon, the most
propitious time for public statements.

No, I haven't fallen prey
to astrologers.

A four o'clock announcement
catches the evening television news

and first editions of the newspapers.

Well, here we go.

Afternoon, Tim. CLEARING THROAT

Gentlemen, ladies, please, sit down.

Come and sit down, Tim.

Some of you know that It Is
with quite a little reluctance

that I find myself standing here
this afternoon.

Iam more used to serving
behind the scenes.

But since so many have pledged
their support for me,

I would be very arrogant to spurn them.

So... I accept nomination for the
leadership of the Conservative Party.

I have a great belief
in the people of this country.

I think they know
the kind of government they want.

A government that's firm and fair.

A government that is not afraid
to govern.

I would like to see a bit less ideology
and a bit more common sense.

A bit more common humanity

in our conduct of affairs
here and abroad.

Daddy!

As you were. Any comments, Tim?

-Fine. Committed yourself to nothing.
-Quite.

Still, we'll need more than speeches.

Yes. Six days to the first ballot.
Who are we up against?

McKenzie, Earle, Woolton, Samuels.

And three no-hopers,
Bairsted, Llewellyn-Jones-Rhys and Bogg.

Bogg. Right. McKenzie. Health.

No chance of getting him into a demo
at a hospital?

Doesn't go to hospitals. Got beaten up
by nurses. Has trouble getting insured.

-Where does he have his photo taken?
-Cybertech. They make wheelchairs.

A photo opportunity with wheelchairs.

That sounds promising.

-Nearly there, Minister.
-Right.

You'll meet Mr Fairchild, the managing
director, and Dr Sinita Brahmachari,

-the engineer who designed the chair.
-Indian, is he?

She is a British citizen, Minister.
Born in Coventry.

-The chair's won what?
-Brussels gold medal. Helsinki Award.

It's been adopted as standard in Sweden,
Holland, Norway and West Germany.

-Not here?
-Too expensive for us.

Right. Dr Brahmachari, yes?

Yes, Mr McKenzie. Here we are.

HORN TOOTS

What the hell's going on?

Who let these people in?
I'm not having this. Drive on.

Drive on to the next place.

-I can't move.
-Get me out of here.

-It's all right, sir. They can't get in.
-Do as I damn well say. Back out!

-I wouldn't advise it.
-Do it. Do it. Do it!

ALL EXCLAIMING

He's dead.

"Health Minister maims cripple
in hit-and-run incident."

Poor man must have panicked. Next?

-Harold Earle.
-Got anything on him?

There was a whiff of scandal
about ten years ago.

Rent boy. In a train. To Redhill.

Yes. Wanted to sell his story
but we bought it and hushed him up.

Be ungentlemanly to bring that up again.

And a man's private life
should be private.

On the other hand, getting sucked off
for sixpence in second class

is hardly prime ministerial behaviour.

-Yes, you have a point there.
-I think we have something in the file.

"Personal and family reasons."

Shame.

His mother's in very poor health,
I hear.

-Woolton and Samuels?
-Samuels is clean. Never a foot wrong.

A lot of funny stories about Pat
Woolton but nothing we can really use.

I've a lot of time for Patrick Woolton.

McKenzie was a fool and Earle was
a security risk. They had to be stopped.

If Samuels or Woolton emerges
as a Clear leader, I'll stand down.

There's more to politics than
personal ambition.

It's a feature article. Well, two,
really. But you figure in both.

Independent magazine want
"Downfall of a Prime Minister".

And I've sold the Sunday Express
colour mag an idea about...

Well, it sounds a bit crude.
MPs with sex appeal.

Is that too coarse
and frivolous for you?

Well, I don't know...

You've made your mark. Your question
in the House started a landslide.

Clever as well as charismatic.

The idea is there are
certain politicians

who have that edge of authority
and style,

know how to seize the moment
as it passes.

And you certainly managed that.

-Just luck, I guess.
-It was more than that.

Good contacts, for one thing.

Who tipped you off
about the health service?

You know I couldn't tell you that.

No, of course you couldn't.
But you could help me guess.

It had to be someone from in the cabinet
or someone in Smith Square, yes?

You've got lots of friends
but none in the Tory cabinet.

But you used to work in PR
for Glick and Featherstone.

And so did one or two people
in the party publicity office.

I think it's time to change the subject.

Yes, of course.

You tell Roger
his secret is safe with me.

Mr Urquhart! Have you a second?

-Barely. Busy day for me.
-Yes. First ballot tonight.

-I wanted to wish you luck...
-Carry on. I'll catch you up.

-Bad time, Mattie.
-I have to see you.

It isn't just personal.

Mrs Urquhart ts going to the country.

Come late, after midnight, in a taxi.

If there's a light
over the door, drive on.

No, that's all. No further statement.

Now, the result of the first ballot

is as follows.

Mr Peter Bairsted, seven votes.

Mr George Bogg, one vote.

LAUGHTER

The Right Honourable
Melvyn Llewellyn-Jones-Rhys, 13 votes.

Right Honourable Michael Samuels,
99 votes.

Right Honourable Francis Urquhart,
91 votes.

And the Right Honourable
Patrick Woolton, 91 votes.

No clear winner having emerged,

we move to the second ballot
one week from today.

Come on, come on! Please, God.

-Urquhart.
-Francis, we're in trouble.

I'm not at all pleased with you, Mattie.

Why? What have I done? Don't frown.

-I think you know what you've done.
-Talked to Kendrick?

-Yes.
-And he told O'Neill.

So making my task difficult.
I'd hoped to take him by surprise.

-I'm sorry.
-You promised to leave it to me.

-You broke your promise.
-Sorry. It was stupid of me. I see that.

It's not a disaster.

It simply means I'll need longer
to win his confidence.

That's not important.

-I feel so stupid.
-You mustn't put yourself in danger.

Roger isn't a dangerous man,
but his master is.

Who Is It? You know, don't you?

At the moment, we have only
a shred of evidence,

but you might be able to hazard a guess.

Billsborough.
Lord Billsborough plotting with Samuels.

You might very well think that, Mattie.
You might very well think that.

But you mustn't take any more risks.
You mustn't place yourself in jeopardy.

Will you promise me that?

Yes. Yes, I promise.

Good.

Playing with the hopes and dreams
of a daughter. Now gentle, now hard.

Rebuking and rewarding.

Chastising and forgiving.

The pleasures of a father.

Of a father of daughters.

What greater power is there than that?

Why should a man want more?

Why should I yearn to be
everybody's daddy?

SHIP'S HORN BLOWS

A nice review. The Landless empire
have gone for you in a cautious way.

Despite you not backing his takeover.

The Guardian \s still for Samuels.
They would be.

The Sun finds Woolton most congenial.

So do a lot of
our parliamentary colleagues.

Thinking of a get-together? Woolton and
Urquhart in an anti-Samuels pact?

Not yet, Tim. Not yet.

Besides, I think we should leave it
to Patrick to make the first move.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, sir.

Sorry, but they know about
the address in Praed Street.

They've guessed about Kendrick.

Francis, help me. I can't take
much more. It's not my line of...

What are you doing? Listen to me.

I'm not going to be a gentleman.

If I go down,
I'm going to spill the lot...

No one's going down!
No one's going to spill anything!

You're going to come out of this
with a knighthood. A knighthood.

No one has a shred of proof against you,
whatever they think they know.

And no one will print
that girl's fantasies.

She's a hysterical,
trouble-making bimbo.

Nothing to worry about, Roger.
All right?

Oh, God, Francis.

I'm not a well man.

SNIFFS I'm not up to this.

Listen.

Go home. Let your girl
look after the office.

Better still, go down to the coast
for a couple of days.

Then come to my country place.

We'll have a few jars, walk the dogs
and sew the whole thing up.

I guarantee that come Sunday,
you'll have nothing to worry about.

And that's a promise, Roger. All right?

All right, Francis.

You're a good friend.

Thank you.

CLASSICAL MUSIC
LEAKING FROM HEADPHONES

MUSIC OFF

-Bad news?
-I'm afraid so.

We shall have a guest.
Not your favourite person.

Roger O'Neill, I presume?

He's cracking up. Someone's been
indiscreet and the press are onto him.

It seems his young woman
has been talking to my young woman.

-You said you had her under control.
-I have.

Nothing connects me with O'Neill.
No one knows he's coming to see me.

He's become a bit of a pest, hasn't he?

-After this weekend, no worries.
-What happens this weekend?

-I can't tell you.
-You've someone else to shack up with?

No! It's business, Penny. Business.

This weekend we were going away.

Oh, God!

-Ah, Penny, what can I say?
-Nothing. I don't care. You're no fun.

You used to be a lovely man.

Now you lie around, do drugs
and piss your pants.

I was born for better things. Cheers.

-Penny, where are you going?
-Back to the old flat, bollock-head!

Ring me and I will talk to you.

But if you want to see me again,
get your head straight.

Penny, listen... Please!

Penny!

"Those who wish to air their social
consciences will support Samuels.

Those whose politics are
of the free-market, buccaneering style

"need to look no further than Woolton.

"Those who can't make up their minds

will have an obvious choice
in Francis Urquhart."

The Guardian? Not very charming.

No, but I come out least worst.
They say I stand for something.

No Tory MP wants to tell
the local sharks

he voted with his social conscience.

Or that he went for a nonentity.
Francis Urquhart. Who's he?

"No, I went for Pat Woolton.
His heart's in the right place."

That's what they say, Is it?

Stuff along those lines, yes.

What's this?

It's not a bomb or it would've gone off.

"Patrick Woolton In congress."

Are you sure?

-Not "In conversation"?
-No. Nothing with it.

Bung it on. Let's see what It Is.

GRUNTING

Great! Ah, splendid stuft!

-Oh, yes!
-Hang on, hang on. Can I move my arm?

-Oh, yes! Yes!
-You're hurting me.

You love it dirty! Love it!

GRUNTING

Yes! Yes!

Oh, yes! Yes!

Yes! Ah! Yes! Ah!

Oh. How was that for you, then, Penny?

-Oh, brilliant, thank you, Pat.
-Good. Good, because you know,

I gave my bloody dll.
I gave my bloody dll.

Ah, Penny.

Girl at the conference. You know.

How it is. These things happen.

I'm sorry, Stephanie.

God knows how she...

-I'd never have thought...
-I do realise these things go on.

It was how you and I became acquainted.

But you picked the wrong one this time.

Find out what your little whore wants.
Buy her off. Do whatever it takes.

-Yes, of course, Stephanie.
-Well, go on, then!

Oh, and one more thing. Let me know
if I need an HIV test, won't you?

-What was all that about?
-I don't know what you're talking about!

-You lying little bitch!
-Oh!

Don't you touch me again!

Now, what are you talking about?

A tape purporting to be of you and me
in Brighton on the job.

My wife played it
at the breakfast table.

It must have been you who sent it.

I wouldn't want anyone to know I'd been
with you. I hate to think about it.

I'm not a whore.

I don't blackmail people.
I have all the money I need.

I just wish I knew some people
I could trust.

If not you...who?

TELEPHONE RINGING

-Hello.
-Mr Woolton, please.

It's for you.

-Woolton?
-Who's that?

SCOTTISH ACCENT Wo one you know.

Let's say It’s a government
health warning.

In your case, there's no such thing
as sake Sex.

In your case, the withdrawal method
is the only viable alternative.

I'm sure you understand.

DIALLING TONE

HUMMING

WOOLTON I've a short statement
to make.

I am withdrawing
from the contest for the leadership.

I'm a practical man.
I believe my friend Francis Urquhart

has a better chance of winning.

And I'm not prepared to split the vote.

As of now, Francis Urquhart
has my absolute support.

When he's Prime Minister, as he will be,

I'll be proud to serve
in his government.

Thank you very much.

Why Urquhart?
I didn't know you liked him.

I don't like him.
I can't stand the sod, in fact.

No, it's because I don't want
the other bastard to win.

That, er...girl.

Belongs to a chap called O'Neill.

O'Neill belongs to that evil reptile
Teddy Billsborough.

-Michael Samuels's sponsor.
-That's one way of putting it.

Yes, old Teddy Billsborough.

Riding on Samuels’ back, arms around
his throat like the old man of the sea.

Samuels belongs to Billsborough.
O'Neill does, too.

The girl belongs to O'Neill.

-So she belongs to Billsborough.
-What a charming worldview.

Everybody belongs to somebody.

I was nobbled by Billsborough in aid of
Samuels. One day I'll bloody prove it.

-I'm backing Urquhart as he's older.
-Old farts stick together?

Old farts die sooner.

I'll be waiting in the wings.
Don't you worry, I'll be back.

CAT MIAOWS

RAT SQUEAKS

I'm not pleased with you, Mattie.
I'm angry.

Why? What have I done? Don't frown.

-I think you know what you've done.
-Jalked to Kendrick?

-Yes.
-And he told O'Neill

What?

How did you know?

-SOrry.
-You promised to leave it to me.

You broke your promise.

I do understand, between the two of us,
that Mr O'Neill has a cocaine problem.

-What?
-Chief Whip's business, to know things.

Mr O'Neill has a cocaine problem.

-What?
-Chief Whip's business, to know things.

PENNY: He owed someone a favour.
Believe me, Roger wouldn't hurt a fly.

REWINDING

MATTIE: Somebody tn this building?
KEVIN: Jt would have to be.

Made it look as if Charles Collingridge

had been subscribing
since January the 1st.

URQUHART: Can I say something
in absolute confidence?

MATTIE: Yes. Yes, of course you can.

URQUHART: I've heard hints that the
tabloids are going to mount an attack

on the PM. A nasty one.

-They're going to use his brother.
-His brother?

Charles Collingridge.
Don't you know him?

July the 28th.

You heard hints.

Where from?

You trust me, don't you, Mattie?

You Know I do.

You trust me, don't you, Mattie?

You Know I do.

You trust me, don't you, Mattie?

You Know I do.

Roger! Good man. You made it.

Francis, you're a sight for sore eyes.

Come on inside.

-It's a beautiful place you've got here.
-Thank you.

-Thanks. Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Roger...
-Yes?

Barring accidents, we'll be in 10
Downing Street by the end of the week.

I've thought about what I'll need.

-But let's talk about what you want.
-I've been thinking about that, too.

What you need as well as what I want.

It struck me you could very well do
with someone like me there at Number 19.

Publicity specialist.
Personal spokesman.

No, I've got that all sewn up.

I'd like you to stay on In your present
post under a new chairman.

But that's...

That's nothing.

That's nothing more than I'm doing now!

You said you were going to take care
of me. You promised me a K, Francis.

And you deserve it.

But it may be difficult to deliver
a knighthood in the short term.

Don't... Don't you bloody try
to sell me short, you old bugger!

After all I've done for you!
Lied for you! Stolen for you!

Oh, God! I lost the best girl
in the world for you!

Leave me stranded in the shit, I'll drag
you down with me till you're drownded!

I'm only saying it may be difficult

to get you into the New Year's
honours list.

There's another one in the spring.

I must say I didn't expect
to be abused in this way.

You don't seem awfully well.

I hope I'm going to be able
to rely on you to be discreet.

Oh, Francis...

What can I say?

There's nothing I can say.

But I'm sorry.

I got hold of the wrong end
of the stick entirely. I...

I've been under a lot of strain
with this business.

And Penny going.

But for...for all that and everything,
you can rely on me, Francis.

I'll keep my mouth shut. Honest to God.

Yes, Roger. I believe you will.

Come on, let's have another drink.

BIRDS CAWING

She loved me, that girl, Francis.

And I loved her.

Love her.

Love her.

She's gone.

She doesn't work for me any more.

She's gone to work for another man.

She asked me, would I blame her?

How can I blame her?

The things I asked her to do
were never in her job description.

Shouldn't be in anybody's
Job description,

except the job description of a whore.

Sometimes I think
we must all be whores now.

Here's to being a whore.

Except...

Except, she had to, really.

It never was my turn to bite the pillow.

She doesn't love me any more.

She doesn't love me any more
and my poor heart hurts so bad.

It really does hurt.

Now, isn't that a funny thing?

And no one to blame but myself.

I mean, who would have thought
I'd be where I am today?

Did you dream of how your life would be,
Francis, when you were a boy?

With a boy's heart?

Is this what the Good Lord meant for us?

If you can look into the seeds of time

and say which grain will grow
and which will not.

-What?
-Nothing.

I like whisky.

I sometimes wish I was an alcoholic.

Life would be so simple.

Getting hold of the other stuff
is so tedious.

It's a way of sodding life in itself.

I wonder if it'll be any easier
when I'm a knight?

Sir Roger O'Neill.

A 5Q-quid deal for Sir Roger O'Neill
and be quick about it, my good man.

All I want Is to be happy.
You know that?

And to have my lovely black girl
in my bed again.

Just for the cuddle.

Just for the warmth.

Now she's gone, I get so cold.

Cold as stone.

Right through to the bone.

GLASS CLATTERS ON FLOOR

This is an act of mercy.

Truly.

You know the man now.

You can see he has nowhere to go.
He's begging to be set free.

He's had enough.

And when he's finally at rest,

then we'll be free to remember
the real Roger.

The burning boy in the green jersey.

With that legendary, fabulous sidestep.

And the brave, terrified smile.

CLOCK CHIMING

An act of mercy.

-You've been asleep for hours, Roger.
-Hmm?

-I'm sorry, I just nodded off.
-It's six o'clock. Listen.

Change of plan. The BBC are coming
to film some footage. I had to agree.

-Can't let them find you here.
-No, no.

You'll have to get going.

I left it as long as I dared
before disturbing you.

Listen, go back to your flat
and stay there.

I'll contact you in the morning.

-Right. Look, Francis...
-Listen, don't worry.

Everything's going to be fine, Roger.

Absolutely fine.

Now, just a moment. There.

ENGINE STARTS

Just...

Just keep awake.

Just keep straight.

Done it before.

Done it all. Been everywhere.

Seen it all.

HORN HONKING

Oh! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

That's better.

That woke me up. Fine now.

Ah, it's a doddle.
Easy for a clever boy like me.

Who was top in arithmetic? Hmm?

Roger O'Neill,
and him the youngest boy in the class.

And who was selected as fly-half

for the All-Ireland Under-14s?
Roger O'Neill.

The laughing ghost.

Ducking and weaving. Ducking and weav...

Oh, thank you, Jesus, In your mercy.

SNIFFS

Just this once.

‘Cause it can't be denied
it does you no good in the long run.

Get through this weekend. Then finish.

Get my lovely girl back.

Health farm.

Shag...

ourselves...

Take her...

Take her to the west coast.

Galway.

So beautiful there.

See her eyes sparkle
when she sees that sea.

That sky.

Ahh...Jesus.

Maglic.

Yes, yes, I have seen it,
as a matter of fact.

Well, I find it quite irresponsible.

I'd be surprised if Michael Samuels was
ever a member of the Communist Party.

And as for his CND and pro-gay stance,
well, that was a long time ago

when he was an undergraduate
at Cambridge, I understand.

I think we should forgive a man
a few youthful indiscretions.

What, me? LAUGHING

No, no, no.

I was too busy as a young lieutenant
in the Scots Guards

for anything like that.

-What do you make of It?
-Nothing seems to make sense.

That file on Samuels
was in Central Office.

So O'Neill again, I suppose.

I suppose, but O'Neill working for who?

He worked for Billsborough on behalf
of Samuels but this smear is on Samuels.

Billsborough playing a double game?
Landless? Urquhart?

-No, not Urquhart.
-Why not?

I just... Oh, it's hopeless.

I don't know why
I'm still working on it.

I have no Job. No one except the BBC
will even use me as a freelance.

I just keep thinking, "Two days more.
I'll give it two days till the election.

"If I haven't got any further,
I'll give up."

The infuriating thing Is I feel as if
I already have the answer somehow.

I just can't see it for looking.

TELEPHONE RINGS

7998.

-Mattie, it's John.
-Oh, John, hi.

Roger O'Neill's dead.

-What?
-It's just come in.

The Southampton police found him
in a toilet on the M27

at about 4:30 this morning.

Drug-induced heart failure, apparently.

Sorry. Looks like that's that.

God, I feel so bad about this.

I jacked him in. The Job and him both.
I couldn't go on with him like that.

I thought if I left him
he could get himself straight.

I know he can do it.

I mean...

God... I'm sorry.

That's OK.

He could be such fun, you know?

He didn't give a bugger.
He was such a wicked man.

What was he doing in Southampton?

He was supposed to spend the weekend
with someone. Wouldn't say who.

I'd left him and I was ringing him up
three times a day

just to make sure he was all right.

Do you know...why he died?

What do you mean? He had heart failure,
or someone sold him some bad stuff.

What does it matter? He's dead.

He was being used by someone.
That's why he involved you.

I think he was being blackmailed.

He wasn't the only one.

I, erm...

I went with Pat Woolton
at the party conference.

Someone taped us and sent it to Pat.

God.

-who?
-Don't know.

Pat thought it was me.

Look, you don't care about Roger.
You just want a good story.

No, I do care, Penny.

I don't want to talk about this
any more.

Roger's dead.

And I don't actually care
about anything else.

So go away, please, and leave me alone.

-Urquhart?
-Nol

Then who?

Someone with access
to confidential information.

Not just party secrets, cabinet secrets.

The Territorial Army leaks,
the hospital cuts, Mendox.

You'd have to be on three different
cabinet committees to know all those.

The only person on all three
was Collingridge

and he'd hardly nobble himself.

Let's try motive again.

Who stood to gain from all the leaks
and dirty tricks?

Anyone who wanted to get rid
of Collingridge and be Prime Minister.

Earle. McKenzie.

Samuels. Billsborough.

Woolton. Urquhart.

Every one of those has been smeared,
nobbled or buggered up except Urquhart.

The snag Is
Urquhart's not a cabinet minister.

-He didn't have to be.
-What?

He didn't have to be. He'd have known
about those things by being Chief Whip.

Every department has a whip.

The junior whips report
to the Chief Whip.

The Chief Whip ts informed of anything
that is likely to be sensitive.

And he knows personal stuff.

Would he know about Woolton
and that girl?

They met in Urquhart's suite,
at his party.

Jesus! Mattie, why the hell
didn't you think of Urquhart sooner?

-I couldn't bear to think it was him.
-Why not?

Can't you guess?

I'm having an affair with him.

Francis Urquhart?

He's old enough to be your father.

What on earth do you think that matters?

I'm in love with him.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You met Patrick at Urquhart's party.
Did anyone arrange that meeting?

Roger did.
Look, did you come all this way

-just to make me cry again?
-Of course I didn't.

Listen. Was Roger acting for someone?

He was. He didn't say who, though.

Could it have been Urquhart?
Did he and Roger know each other well?

I don't think so. Roger was doing
some work for him. Urquhart was angry.

Some cock-up over computer files.

-Urquhart has a country house.
-Yes.

Do you know where?

I used to have
all the cabinet private numbers.

But I handed the list in when I left.

No, hang on. I could give you the code.
It was my PIN number. 0703.

07035...

07035...

0703... 0/705.

RINGING

MAN: Lyndhurst 37428.

-Could you say that again, please?
-Lyndhurst 37428.

-Is that Lyndhurst, Surrey?
-No, It's Lyndhurst, Hampshire

and it's the middle of the bloody night
down here!

RINGING

-Hello?
-John. The motorway services

-where Roger O'Neill was found...
-What?

The motorway services
where Roger O'Neill was found.

It's only eight miles away
from Urquhart's country house!

ENGINE STARTING

ALL TALKING, INDISTINCT

-Adrian!
-Hi, Mattie.

What's going on?
It feels like Christmas.

-Just the Urquhart mob celebrating.
-Already?

-Looks like it's the Year of the Whip.
-Have you seen him?

Urquhart? No, won't do interviews
till it's all official.

You needn't have hurried.

-Come and have a cup of tea.
-No. There's someone I need to see.

Thanks, Adrian.

-I believe you're looking for Francis.
-Oh, yes. Yes, Iam. Thank you.

Um...you're one of the whips,
aren't you?

-Tim Stamper.
-I'm Mattie Storin.

Lately of 7he Chronicle.
Currently a charge upon the state.

-Well, it's not...
-We've spoken on the phone.

-I was wondering what you'd look like.
-It's urgent. Where's Mr Urquhart?

-What do you want to see him about?
-It's personal.

Is it? Yes, I'm sure it Is.

You'll appreciate
he has rather a heavy day today?

-I'm sure he'll make time to see me.
-Oh, I shouldn't be surprised at all.

-Roof garden.
-Right.

He wanted time to himself. You'd better
be right about his eagerness to see you.

Thank you very much for your help!

Mattie. Little Mattie.

-I was just thinking about you.
-No, I don't think you were.

Indeed I was. Now the struggle
seems to be over, I could help you.

Mattie? Is there something the matter?

Is there anything I can do?

You're upset about something.
What is it, Mattie?

Tell me it isn't true.

What?

-Tell me it isn't true.
-Tell you what isn't true? What, Mattie?

I have many talents
but I'm not a mind-reader.

That you're the one.
That you were all the time.

The one who framed Collingridge.
The one who leaked the documents.

The one who frightened me.
The one who killed O'Neill.

Tell me it isn't true. Tell me.

Mattie, Mattie...

Look at me. Come on, now. That's better.

You trust me, don't you?

Did you?

Did you kill Roger O'Neill?

Mattie, have you any idea at all
how much this pains me?

I feel for you very deeply.

I can't bear to be
the object of your suspicion.

I trusted you, Mattie.
Why couldn't you trust me?

I wanted to. I still want to.

-Do you, Mattie?
-I love you.

Tell me properly. Call me Daddy.

I love you, Daddy.

-I just want to know.
-What?

Did you kill Roger O'Neill?

Yes.

-How?
-Rat poison.

He had to be put down.

It was an act of mercy.

He's at peace now. Nothing more to fear.

-Mattie...
-What?

-Mattie...
-What?

Can I trust you?

-You know you can.
-Oh, Mattie.

It gives me such pain to say this.

But I don't believe you.

I don't believe I can trust you.

Daddy!

CRASHING THUD

Something made me turn round.
I must have heard her.

I had no chance of preventing her.

Yes, I knew her, slightly.

She was a very talented young woman
but rather highly strung.

She had interviewed me
on several occasions.

She was very upset about losing her job

as political correspondent
to a national newspaper.

Death 1s always sad.

But the unexpected death of a young
person on the threshold of her career

Is especially upsetting.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Francis Urquhart commenting

on the unfortunate death
of a young journalist earlier today.

Mr Urquhart !s now en route
to Buckingham Palace,

where fhe will be invited
by the Queen to form a govern...

TURNS RADIO OFF

No, I have nothing to say.

Don't you see? I had to do it.

How could I have trusted her?

You might very well think that.

I could not possibly comment.