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Hello, Anthony.

Hello, Alison.

Alec?

There you are.

Oh, wonderful, thank you.

Those are lovely.

Aren't they? How's it going?

Nearly there, final chapter.

- When do you think you'll send it?
- Next week.

I hope they bite.

Fingers crossed.

Lunch in 15 minutes.
Oh, don't forget your pills.

Where are they?

Bedside table.

I've got to get back
for two o'clock.

Alec, lunch is ready.

Alec?

Alec?

Alec?

Alec?

Alec!

Alec! Alec! Alec!

Alec. No. Come on.

ALEC!

Alec!

PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!
SOMEONE HELP ME!

Wake up! Come on don't die
on me. Don't die on me.

Please! Please!

Help me! Help me! Help! ALEC!

ALEC!

Ealing, six-five-four-two.

Father Timothy, it's Alison Wilson.

What is it?

It's Alec.

It's his heart

You should tell your doctor.
I'll be there within the hour.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Hello?

Mrs Wilson.

Coleman?

Yes.

Alec told me to call this number.

He's just died.

Thank you for letting us know.

Should I...

Act normally. Carry on as usual.
That's all we need from you.

And admit him, who has no hope but
in Thy mercy,

to the sacrament of
Thy reconciliation.

Through Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Would you like a moment alone,
before the undertaker arrives?

Bye, my love.

Mum, Dad, I'm home! I scored a try!

I'm so sorry, Nigel.

But did he say anything? Before...

He told me to look after you both.

He loved you so much.

Have you called Gordon?

Yes, he'll be home tomorrow.

Hey, come on, Nige. Hey what
will Father Timothy think?

Let him let it all out.

Hey come on.

They were very close you see,
they were just...

It's all right.

I don't suppose you're hungry,
but maybe Nigel...

And if there's anything that we
can do... We're so sorry

That's so kind of you, Olive.

- Thank you.
- He was such a lovely man.

I wondered what you were up to.

Who'll do the tree now?

I used to love it when Dad took
us to Blakefield..

Shall we switch this off?

- Another sympathy pie?
- Yeah.

Hello?

Have I come to the right
house? Alexander Wilson?

Yes.

You must be his landlady.

No. No. I'm his wife.

Mrs Wilson.

Alison Wilson.

Are you all right?

Who are you?

Gladys Wilson.

I'm Alec's wife.

His ex-wife.

What? No. No.

He's my husband.

Mum?

I'm here to collect his things

I'm sorry, my son needs me.
It's very late.

- I'm sorry for your wasted journey. Goodnight.
- No...

Who was she?

Just your father's cousin.

Why didn't you ask her in?

They, they didn't get on.
A terrible woman.

But Dad likes everybody.

Let's call it a night,
you must be exhausted.

Night, Mum.

Read it.

Sign it.

Date it.

You've been cleared to work in
intelligence, Miss McKelvie.

Tell no-one. To all intents
and purposes, the department where

you're going to work does not exist.

If anyone asks you about
your work, you must lie.

You'll be working under me in the
listening headquarters of

the Secret Intelligence Service.

Our work is crucial to
the war effort.

We intercept information from
every embassy in London.

Our agents listen in to all
phone calls

that are made and received,
translating everything they hear.

You'll be working for Major Wilson.

You type up every word of his
transcripts.

You add nothing,
you leave nothing out.

Sit here.

Come to do your bit?

Any advice?

Work hard and you'll survive.

Major Wilson's a bit of a
star, actually.

Heard of the
Leonard Wallace mysteries?

What, the writer, Alexander Wilson?

He's married.

Oh.

London: 0800 hours.

Briefing from Cairo. Restricted
until further notice.

Nationalist sympathies strong in the
cabinet,

plans for post-war independence

under scrutiny in Al Araby.

We should have lunch. One o'clock?

Tidy desk, tidy mind, Miss McKelvie.

What does Coleman say to you girls?
You all arrive scared to death.

Oh, nothing, nothing much.

"You type up every word! You add
nothing, you leave nothing out."

Something like that!

- Major Wilson...
- Mm?

Could I ask you about your books?

You could, but it's
not very interesting.

I just sit at my typewriter
and make things up.

Mm. Mm! Mm!

You all right?

Just spilled champagne
all over myself.

I'll just go to the ladies' room.

- Are you all right?
- I just made a fool myself, in front of my boss.

No. No, nothing like that. Just
clumsy idiot.

Spilled my drink.

Are you glad you came to London?

Yes. Cumberland's beautiful, but
there's nothing to do there.

You'd die without books.

So, do you write?

A little. Poetry, diaries.
Nothing published, of course.

About what?

Just, err, feelings inside me,
things I want to express.

Does that sound ridiculous?

Not at all.

You want your life
to mean something.

Yes, I do.

Do you think there's a moment in
your life when you take a

leap and decide,
"Yes, that's who I am"?

Is that what you think?

Working here, you have to keep
secrets, even from your family.

Yes, Coleman told me in no
uncertain terms.

My wife finds it very difficult.

I don't think she trusts me.

I think she's going to leave me.

No, she won't actually leave you.
I'm sure she won't.

What makes you say that?

Well, I wouldn't.

Oh, you're very honest,
Miss McKelvie.

Mum, it's half past eight.

You all right?

Did you manage to sleep?

Oh, don't go to school today.

Gordon will be back soon.
I'll make you both some lunch.

I have to go and get ready.

- Where are you going?
- I have to go out.

I'll be back soon.

Hello?

It's Mrs Wilson.

Alison Wilson.

How did you find my flat?

I followed Alec once.

I just wanted to check if
you were still his handler.

I know you told me to carry
on as usual,

but... we had a visitor last night.

Alec's ex wife. She thinks
they're still married.

I couldn't find the divorce papers
anywhere.

I was just hoping you might have a
copy.

I thought you might have some
sort of file on Alec.

Nothing that can be shared with you.

You must have vetted him,
before he joined the service.

Of course.

So you looked into who he was.

A writer.

Top drawer family.

Married.

And then divorced.

Alec was extremely important to us.

There were so few men fluent
in Arabic at the time.

He showed me his divorce papers.

He was an intelligence agent.

It wouldn't have been difficult for
him to forge a couple of documents.

Oh, no.

Alec wouldn't lie to me, not like
that. Not for 20 years.

I'm not saying he did.

Just saying... it's possible.

They divorced in 1940.

I know they did.

I think you ought to go home.

Shouldn't you be with your sons?

We both know how hard it
would have been

for a Catholic to get a divorce.

Does it even matter now?

She turned up in the middle of the
night. I had to lie to my son.

You knew what you were getting into.

This looks wonderful.

No, you look wonderful.

So, right pocket or left pocket?

Hmm...

Right pocket.

Happy birthday.

Oh, Alec.

Keep writing. Don't give up.

So, what's in the left pocket?

Your divorce papers.

You do know I'm entirely unsuitable
for a young lady like you.

Twice my age.

Twice.

A Catholic.

I didn't think you were religious.

Well no, I'm not.

My family are Church of England.

Well, on Sundays at least.

I've just never had dinner with a
divorced man before.

I'm just not sure if, uh...

You're right. You have your whole
life ahead of you, Alison.

I've lived too many lives already.

Madam.

Thank you.

Thank you. Sir.

Dear Mother, my birthday was super.

My colleagues bought me a
beautiful fountain pen.

I'm using it right now!
Work is going really well.

You keep asking what I'm actually
doing, and the truth is...

Well, I know what you're like...

I didn't want to worry you.

I'm driving an ambulance.

Help!

I need someone's help! Help me!

HELP!

I've got nowhere to go.

A war cabinet has been formed
of five members...

..representing the Liberal
opposition,

the unity of the nation.

The three party leaders have
agreed...

Churchill's on.

Hello.

Do you pray every day?

In these uncertain times...

..one needs to have faith.

..arrangements, so I have booked the
church for the funeral.

I'd like a full mass for Alec.

It's what he would have wanted.

Of course, I assumed as much.

We'll convert Mum in the end,
won't we, boys?

Hope you like it strong.

Will you pass the sugar,
please, Gordon? Thank you.

- Slice of cake?
- Thank you. Please.

Any thoughts on the service? Hymns?

'I vow to thee my country'.

Ah.

Dad was very patriotic.

He always used to make us stand
for the national anthem.

I was wondering if I might say a few
words about my father's work?

Well, he worked in the Foreign Office,
as well as his writing of course.

21 published novels.

Gosh. How on earth did he come up
with so many plots?

The amount of work he must have put
in conjuring it all up.

No, the stories just kind
of fell out of him.

Um, excuse me a moment.

Hello. How can I help you?

Dennis Wilson.

My mother sent me.

You see? My marriage certificate.

Well, he's changed his name,
his date of birth.

Well, it must have been
part of his work.

As a clerk in the Foreign Office?

Look, as I tried to tell your
mother,

I married Alec in 1941.

He showed me his decree absolute

But there was no divorce.

- Of course there was.
- No.

He's been living with me for the
last 20 years.

What did you think he was doing?

Working, living in digs. Dad said...

"Dad said".

You hardly knew him!

I did.

We did.

He sent money, visited,
never missed a birthday.

I'm sorry, what right do you
have coming here?

He lived with us, he loved us.

Why won't you just leave me alone?

We need his body, Mrs Wilson.

For the funeral.

No, but I've arranged a mass, in the local
church, in Ealing, that's what he wanted.

No, no, my mother has arranged

a burial service in
Southsea. On Friday.

No, but I'm his wife.

And so is my mother.

No, she's not, she's deluding
herself.

She'd know if she'd signed her
own divorce papers, wouldn't she?

Yes. Yes. Well, she did.
I have proof.

Bring us the papers then.

As soon as you possibly can.

You see what I am doing?

They've asked me to go undercover.

Do you remember our intercepts from
the Egyptian Embassy?

Yes, of course.

Well, since you've left,
they've become more sinister.

How?

We're beginning to suspect there
are traitors there,

talking secretly to the Nazis.

There's a major battle planned at
Alamein and we need to

discover what's going on the ground
as soon as possible.

And how do you fit into this?

Because of my Arabic,
they want me to go to Cairo.

But the Egyptians will
never trust you

You're, right Unless I am given a
motive for betrayal.

So we've decided.

The department's going to fire me.

On what, on what grounds?

They'll just make something up,
an arrest, a real stink.

It'll be very public.

You know how it works.

Ah, here he comes.
Here he comes.

This is it, my love. Alec.

- Alec.
- It's all right.

No. No. Alec.

Major Wilson, I am arresting you for wearing
uniform under false pretences. Alec, please.

It's all right, I come in peace.

You come however I tell you.

Alec, please.

Take Gordon home, love.

Hey. Hey, love, oh...

You look smart, Mum.

Back to work, I'm afraid.

I thought you could help me
write my eulogy

Yes, of course I can. But later.

Erm, would you buy
something for tea?

Yeah.

Thank you, boys. Hey.

Hey, shh.

On this glorious December
day,

a month after the
allied victory at El Alamein...

Why isn't he home? Eh?
Where's Daddy?

Eh?

Go home, Mrs Wilson.

But the Alamein campaign is
over, why isn't he back?

Go home and wait for your husband.

Please, just tell me where he is.

Stop asking questions.

Now look at this, Gordon. Candles!

Oh! You're home!

Hello, erm, yes, I'm looking for
the divorce papers

that dissolved this marriage.

Alexander and Gladys Wilson,
married in 1919.

But there's no decree
absolute attached.

Yes, exactly. Where is it?

If it's not here in our records,

then Alexander and
Gladys Wilson are still married.

All right, madam? Next, please.

No, but I know the parties involved,
and they did divorce in 1940.

Not according to our records.

Well, then, your records are wrong.

- Next, please.
- Please, sorry.

We could always look him up
in the Times archive?

See what we can find out about him?

That's fine. Thank you.

Put it back where you found it.

Come to bed, they'll drag you back
to work soon enough.

I'm not going back, Alison.

But they want me to stay
undercover.

They'll find me a job in London,
something menial, as a cover,

but in reality, I'll be doing field
work, reporting to Coleman.

How long for?

Oh. So you'll be the
disgraced officer forever?

I'll be serving my country.

Alison, I'm sorry.

You're not the one who'll have
to deal with it.

Questions from my family.
What shall I tell them, Alec?

People say such terrible
things about you.

But you know who I am.

Morning.

Thank you for coming.

I'll just fetch my mother.

She's here,
she is waiting downstairs.

Sorry, erm I...

My mother's taken to her bed.

She doesn't want to see you.

But I checked at the records office.

There was nothing.

They got lost in the war.

My mother was nursing her sister
in Scotland in September 1940.

Well, she must have
travelled to London.

- The day after she died?
- It's there in black and white.

Do you think Dad did some
intelligence work?

Knew how to forge documents?

- Don't be ridiculous.
- It's the only explanation.

If he was legally married to you,

why have we started to receive
his war pension?

Well, a clerical error,
if you just give me a bit more time,

- a few more days, and I can find out...
- No. No!

My mother's whole life has been
destroyed. Now if you carry on,

you'll give me no choice but to
make official enquiries.

- What do you mean?
- I'll go to the police and ask them to investigate.

Was your marriage ever valid? Or
should you be charged with bigamy?

An offence that I believe attracts
a custodial sentence.

I loved him so much.

We need his body for the funeral,
that's all we want from you.

Your hand.

Here you are.

His body is at the
undertakers in Ealing.

You can have your mass in Ealing as
long as you bring his body to

Southsea for burial afterwards.

Thank you.

But the name and date of birth on
the coffin must be the ones

we knew him by.

I've already briefed the undertaker,
so I...

My sons must never find out.

They adored him.

So did I.

Shall I come with you?

No, no, no, it's fine. Just last
minute details.

Choice of coffin and so on.

I want to.

Spend some time with your brother.

He'll be back at sea soon.

I'll see you later.

Mrs Wilson.

How are we?

I'm afraid I've been a bit stupid

Nothing we can't take care of.

Please, sit down,
don't upset yourself.

You're going to think I'm a fool.
But my son signed the death

certificate and I'm afraid he got
a few details wrong.

The date of birth and... You know
coming from such a grand family,

there were so many
middle names he...

Poor boy, he's just lost his
father.

Can't believe I asked him to do it.

So you'd like to change the
engraving on the coffin?

Yes, yes, thank you.

There.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

No. Also, I put a notice in the
Times, and a cousin has reminded

me that Alec wanted to be buried in
Southsea, next to his sister.

That is absolutely fine, Mrs Wilson.

We're here to make this tragic time
as straightforward as possible.

I'll just get the paperwork.

Now, look who I found in
the waiting room.

I want to see him, Mum.

Certainly. If you'll just give us a
minute to prepare the viewing room.

Well, come on, son,
you go and sit by Mother.

Hold her hand, that's right.

She's got a lot on her mind.

Nigel, are you feeling all right?

Well, not long till the
holidays now, then you can rest.

Before St Catherine's, if I get in.

I thought you applied to Oxford.

I have.

It's the name of the college that...
Dad and I chose it.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I haven't been there for you.

What do you mean?

It all came so naturally to him.
Being a Dad. And I was just,

forever cooking or cleaning or
working at that blasted office.

It doesn't matter.

It does.

It's fine! One of you
do my zip, please?

So, what was so funny?

Nothing.

Just being silly.

Come on.
You would have told Dad.

Well, you know what they say
about us naval types?

A girl in every port.

You treat women with respect.

The car's outside, boys.

I have decided I'd like to read from
one of my father's books.

"Few people realise what our country
owes to the gallant men of

"the silent service.

"To them, fame and glory seldom
comes, riches never.

"Often they die quiet,
even shameful deaths.

"Theirs is the ideal patriotism that
is prepared to sacrifice home...

"..family... everything...

"..for the sake of the land that
gave them birth."

Thank you, Dad, and rest in peace.

♪ I vow to thee my country

♪ All earthly things above

♪ Entire and whole and perfect

♪ The service of my love

♪ The love that asks no question

♪ The love that stands the test... ♪

♪ And her ways are
ways of gentleness

♪ And all her paths are peace. ♪

Oh, Aunt Edie, I'm so sorry,

but we have to go, the burial is in
Southsea.

I beg your pardon?

Alec wanted to be buried by the sea.

Thank you so much for
coming. I've just got to go.

My condolences, Mrs Wilson.

Alec was such a fine chap,
much-loved at the hospital.

I beg your pardon?

Bert Ashby.
From the Central Middlesex.

Yes. Yes. Of course, Mr Ashby,
thank you so much for coming.

- Mrs Wilson... The hearse is waiting.
- Yes, I know. I know.

- Father. Father, thank you.
- I'll be in touch.

Thank you. OK.

I don't see what the hurry is.

The burial service is at four.

Couldn't we have done it tomorrow?

That chap from the hospital
seemed to know Dad well.

Oh, he must have looked after him
when he had his heart problems.

Now look, there's a cousin of your
father's who's going to be there.

With her two sons.

The lady he didn't get on with?

Yes. Yes. Exactly - so don't feel
you need to talk to her.

- So why on earth is she coming?
- I just told you, she's your father's cousin.

- But still we...
- Gordon, please!

Sorry.

I'll be back to normal
once the funeral is over.

Into your hands, Father of mercies,
we commend our brother, Alec,

in the sure and certain
hope that, together

with all who have died in Christ, he
will rise with him on the last day.

Merciful Lord, turn toward
us and listen to our prayer.

Open the gates of paradise to your
servant, and help us who

remain to comfort one another
with assurances of faith,

until we all meet in Christ and are
with you and with our brother, forever.

We ask this through
Jesus Christ Our Lord.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

All right, boys?

Wait in the car for
me, will you?

Thank you.

I did it for Dad.

Whatever he's done, I loved him.

I always will.

He would have been proud of you.

Better go.

I was wondering about the headstone.

No, no headstone.

What would we even engrave on it?
Which name? Which date of birth?

An unmarked grave.

It's what my mother wants.

Can I ask you something else?

When he visited, did he...

Did he stay the night?

No.

No, he didn't.

Mrs Wilson, can we stay in
touch? Perhaps meet up some day?

They're my half-brothers.

I'm sorry.

We can't see each other again.

You've made mistakes.

But you were a good father.

You were mine.

You were mine.

I wanted to pay my respects.

Shahbaz Karim.

Alec was my best friend in India,
before the war.

You must be Alec's daughter?

His wife.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't recognise you.

My eyesight isn't what it
used to be.

Also it's been so long

Sorry, what are you talking about?

Dorothy?

Who's Dorothy?

It's my mistake

I told you I was Alec's wife and you
called me Dorothy.

So, please, just tell me who she is.

Do you know the real reason Alec
went undercover in 1942?

You should speak to Coleman.

Who's Dorothy?

Your husband was a good man.

Who's Dorothy?

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