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(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Fine! Who sent you? Did they send you?

(GRUNTING)

OFFICER: Come out quietly.
You are surrounded.

Hey, Johnny!

You didn't think I'd give up
that easily, did you?

(PANTING)

WOMAN: Oh, please, no!

He's going to jump!

Don't shoot. Please don't shoot!

(SCREAMING)

-Oh!
-He's gone.

The Man Who Knew. He's gone.

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

Smoke around these lights again
and you won't be back next week.

Three o'clock.

(LAUGHING)

REPORTER: And how are you enjoying
the part, Mr Le Ray?

It's very exciting. Terrific.

One does one's best with the script.

You're staring.
He was surprisingly good.

For a man in mourning.

-Great show, Ron.
-Bloody actors.

Ron...

-What are we doing here?
-The drinks are free.

Oh good, she's coming over.

Hector's awful.
He says you've declined,

but I refuse to believe it.

Tell me you will come this weekend.

She's very persistent. I did try.

Wasn't my husband simply
brilliant last night?

-You dropped that second question.
-Talk to Lix.

I did.

So what do we think
of our Man Who Knew?

Wasn't it ridiculous?

I knew who'd done it
five minutes in, didn't I, Hector?

-I said.
-Yes.

But don't tell Adam.

He's one of my brother's
bestest friends.

And he's had a terrible time.
It's all #rés, trés tragique.

Tell me more. I'm going to grab that...

MAN: Wonderful show, Adam.
Good evening, good evening.

Hmm. Here comes our shadow again.

And even when we are not working,
you are always near.

-We just cannot shake you, Mr McCain.
-Remaining vigilant.

Miss Rowley is worried that you
have no life outside of work, Angus.

None as captivating as
Miss Rowley and 7he Hour.

Damned fine programme last night,
I must say.

And transatlantic
telephone cable systems

have never seemed so interesting.

I thought the live call
was a stroke of genius.

Thank you. It was Miss Rowley's idea.

Oh.

Wallace, there you are. Do excuse me.

Wallace, I hear you're
shooting this weekend...

Wave and smile.

I hate that man.

On the contrary.
It's a mark of how well you're doing

that you've rattled McCain's cage.

Please come this weekend.

The people are awful and you'll
be screaming to go home by Sunday but...

Darling, this man is brilliant.

You didn't tell me
they were all so interesting.

Did you know a python could swallow
a baby whole if it had a mind to?

No.

Well, she won't be persuaded.

A Town Like Alice is opening
at the Coronet.

We could go next weekend.

I'm driving down with Daddy tonight,

but Hector's bringing the car
first thing.

I know he'd like the company.

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

-You might find it quicker on the train.
-Surely not.

Come on, love.

-You hate the country.
-I lied.

Excuse me.

Mr Kish?

We've missed you.
You're surprisingly elusive.

-And yet you're here tonight.
-Yes.

Everyone says how hard you work
at the World Service.

And yet whenever I try to get hold of
you, you're never at your desk.

I hope they pay you overtime,
whoever they are.

Were you following me yesterday?
Coming out of Embankment Station?

-Why would I do that?
-You knew Ruth Elms.

I have you on film with her,
with her and Peter Darrall.

Looks like it was a sunny day.

You sat at my desk with
her obituary stuck on the wall.

-You said what a pretty girl...
-She was.

Both are now dead.

That might unsettle some people.

Did you kill him?

-Peter Darrall?
-Yes.

Every time we played at cards.

The holiday I presume you're referring
to was more of a weekend.

I don't recall anyone making a film.

Perhaps, Mr Lyon, we might
have a drink sometime?

-(BANGING)
-WORKER: Steady, steady.

Ladies was blocked.

Is he good-looking, do you think?

Would you classify that
as a good-looking face?

It's all to do with symmetry

and the balance of the left and
the right of your face.

You see, the more even you are,
the more beautiful you are.

You see this eyebrow?
It's wider than the other one.

And me nose, I got a dip right here.

But a good-looking person,
it'll all be the same, equal.

Hmm.

Well, he doesn't really
do much for me but...

Isaac. Just the man.

-Tomorrow, I want you in.
-It's Saturday.

Your commitment has been duly noted.

Mr Albert has had a film
of mine for weeks.

I gave it to him to look over.

You're to pick it up first thing.
Don't let it out of your sight.

-Magpie.
-Damn.

Six to your two.

What are you scribbling, Freddie?

I'm surprised we can lure you
away from your desk.

"What is he writing?"
I often ask myself.

Mainly the words that will
come out of your mouth.

Whenever Sissy thrusts those hot little
sheets of paper into my hand,

I wonder if at last I'll find out

why Mr Lyon is so
intrigued by a debutantes suicide?

My first girlfriend was a debutante.

I wrote her pages of
godawful poetry during the war.

Line?

-Line?
-Happily forgotten.

(LAUGHS)

I don't think I've ever
been sent love poetry.

Yes, you have.

"I do not know what it is about you

"that closes and opens;
only something in me..."

No. Can't remember the rest.

MAN: Meanwhile, British and French
governments are in close discussion

in an attempt to resolve
the crisis immediately.

The Suez Canal Company has been
occupied with keeping working.

But the power remains
in Colonel Nasser's hands

and there is growing unease
as to which direction he will take.

(DOG BARKING)

You're late! Daddy's furious.

MARNIE: Leave the bags.

-Jemima.
-Darling.

Oh, you're freezing.
You're all freezing.

-You missed the morning's drive.
-Sorry, darling.

Come, come.

The pictures, I know, I know.
Daddy thinks they're awfully creepy

but they're all Mummy's relatives.

Thieves and liars, every one of them.

Each room is a different decor.
Not entirely to modern taste,

but poor Mummy
has very little imagination.

Miss Rowley, this is you.

And you're in the green one.

I wasn't sure if you were together,
but Hector thought not.

Even so, I put you close.
We're trés libéral here.

Thank you, but there was
really no need.

One never can tell
how things will work out.

Bugger!

How the hell did Hector get out of it?

He hasn't. I've sent him off to change.

Ralphie, meet our guests.
This is my brother.

-He's a monster.
-Hello.

-Nice to meet you.
-Hello.

I've been sent back. Wrong socks.

Did you tell Mother Adam
was coming down?

Ralphie, don't be boring.

She's invited those
appalling Roedean girls again.

Well, good.
We're a little short of girls.

-You did bring a dress?
-RALPH: Mummy!

Ralphie, don't be mean.
She's lying down.

Lunch is at 1:00. Then we always
have a big walk afterwards.

C'est magnifique!

Shut up and go and change, please.

Swot!

-It's Saturday. Leave immediately.
-Mr Lyon wanted me in.

Curiouser and curiouser.

And I had some work to do on my
Jackson Pollock piece.

Hmm.

Mr Kish, almost a full house.

-No one told me to expect you in.
-Didn't they?

I rather enjoy the place
to myself for the weekend.

I've got the most horrible wallpaper.
What's yours like?

Remind me to lock that.

And your bed's softer than mine.

(LAUGHING)

-What are we doing here?
-I don't know.

I've missed a gripping Saturday
of Scrabble with mon papa,

then sardines on toast for afters
in front of the TV. What's your excuse?

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

Oh, Christ. I won't actually have to
hold a gun, will I?

(LAUGHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Settling in?
-Oh, yes. Very well, thank you.

You'll need boots.
It gets pretty muddy this time of year.

Thank you.

Well, see you later. At lunch.

Oh, what? He's being kind.

The Man Who Knew. Shoots for real.

-And I didn't even bring a dress.
-You can have mine.

Oh, hell!

FREDDIE: I'm surprised
hell can spare him.

It was shot on 8mm.

Mr Albert said
it was professionally developed,

but he doesn't think over here.

The scratches on the lens could be sand.

And the pot looks Eastern.

-What else?
-I don't know.

I've left the rest of
the notes on your desk.

-Then go and get them.
-I can't.

-He's sitting at it.
-Who?

Mr Kish.

He's in? What's he doing?

Eating a sandwich.

If it's of any interest,
I think he's been drinking.

-It takes one to know one, sweetheart.
-What do I do?

Just watch him, and don't let that
film out of your sight.

Away, away!

-May I?
-Yes, please.

We saw your show last night.

You do that news programme.

The odd outside broadcast.

Did you like it? 7he Man Who Knew?

Ingenious title.

We're still waiting on the reviews.
You haven't got today's paper, have you?

-No.
-Have we met before?

I covered your engagement party.
Frederick Lyon.

Adam Le Ray.

My condolences on your loss.

Ralph, whose idea was it
to sit me next to a journalist?

-Marnie arranged the seating.
-We're all friends here.

You've known each other a long time?

No, not long.
It's all a bit of a whirlwind.

-Still...
-Leave the boy alone, Mr Lyon.

It's the weekend.

He's an awfully good shot.

You wouldn't want to get on the
wrong side of him.

(MIMICS GUNSHOT)

Gold reserves have taken a tumble.
Down £800,000 since July.

Does Eden know what he's going
do about it?

Let's solve this problem in
Egypt, shall we, Wallace?

And then I'll talk to you about gold.

And when are you going to solve it?

The Soviets have just
sent in "volunteers"

to help Nasser run the canal.

That's very worrying, darling.

Please do not worry yourself,
dear Mrs Sherwin.

I can assure you there is a
solution in hand,

and our prime minister will
guide us through this crisis.

You and your boys at Westminster have
been feeding us that line for weeks.

It's growing a little tired.

We've offered Nasser

Egyptian representation on
the Suez Canal Company board,

with a share in its profits.

And any pact is seen
by Nasser as veiled colonialism.

The truth is you don't know what to do.
He's doing too little to provoke a war,

but just enough
to provoke our prime minister.

And why you think it's a good idea
to let him on air,

exposing his frailty, is...

Well, I'm sure Angus will dutifully pass

on your good thoughts
to the Prime Minister, Freddie.

Well, someone ought to. Otherwise
he may not take the country with him.

Marilyn Monroe's been sick
with gastritis.

Yes, they've had to delay the shooting
of The Sleeping Prince for four days.

Olivier is apparently livid.

I'd have gastritis if I was married
to that Mr Miller.

And his plays, Hector and I
went to see one last week.

-What was it called again, Hector?
-It escapes me now.

(BEATERS SHOUTING)

Oh, damn.

-Bad luck!
-It's the wrong weight.

-I prefer something lighter.
-Stop fussing, Angus.

You're a little liverish today.

I've never understood
the point of shooting.

That's because you live in London.

The only thing they shoot in London
is films or each other.

It grows on you.

Especially if you manage to...

(SHOOTING)

(BIRD THUDS)

When you actually hit something.

Did you get a chance to talk to him?
I thought you'd be interested.

I'm not an idiot. I know you think
you're onto something with Ruth Elms.

Iam.

Well, you won't have
much luck with Adam.

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

Well, then he's a fool.

Girls like Ruth Elms are a rare breed.

You don't get it, do you? You'll see.

He comes alive after dinner.

(SHOOTING)

Marnie's got us all
dancing in the dining room.

You shoot, we jive.

-How many did you miss?
-As many as I could.

I don't like shooting things.

Well, how do you think they killed
that beef you had for lunch?

-With boredom?
-(LAUGHING)

Are you going to help me pluck them?

No, sorry. Have to jive.

Isaac, you've been slurping that
coffee for nearly an hour.

-Surely it's gone cold by now?
-Mr Fendley...

Working the weekend? Very good.

Mr Lyon wanted me
to cover a couple of things.

Oh? What might those be?

What's he paying you?

-A pint and a bag of chips.
-You've been had.

He's not sure about Mr Kish.

Then he's just one
on Mr Lyon's very long list.

You are the definition
of enigma, Mr Lyon.

You clean a gun as if
you've done it before.

Your father? A poacher, I bet.

Tell me your secret, do.

Did you put pressure on Clarence
to drop my interview with Lord Elms?

It was you, wasn't it?

The buck stops with
your producer, I'd say.

You will encourage Miss Rowley and
her team to work with us, Hector?

That's a little presumptuous, isn't it?

-What do you mean "will"?
-It is to be advised.

Things in Suez will only get worse

and the BBC may find itself coming under
increasing pressure in the coming weeks

if they don't.

You are a guest
in my family's house, Angus.

Don't outstay your welcome.

Angus...

Got a light?

The Lord Elms film didn't blow.

Did it?

I'm starving,

so you're going to have to wait until
after dinner if you want to fight.

I couldn't run them both.

I couldn't risk Hafiz and Lord Elms
speaking out of turn.

It's censorship.
It's political sabotage...

Hafiz was the better story.
You would have done the same thing.

-No.
-Yes.

But I can't even get near him now.

He refuses even to take my calls.

Can you let it go just for one weekend?

Gist,

Bright, Tree,

Rest, Tribe, Tone,

Stone, Rover...

How the hell do you bloody decode it?

I don't know, because I'm not a spy.

Well, it can't be that difficult!

Are you all right?

Bloody dog hair.

What's he doing now?

Translating Nasser's rejection
of Menzies' proposals.

And Clarence is in. Talking to Lix.

-Have you told him anything?
-No.

Uh, yes. Not much.

Not good, Mr Wengrow, not good.

Please will you not just...

-Oh, I've seen it all before.
-Not on me.

-Who are you talking to?
-Isaac.

-Ask him what he's working on.
-Pollock.

-He's getting up.
-To do what?

Put his wrapper in the bin.

Isaac, anything else in?

Swedish ship scuttled in
King George Dock, Hull.

Mine squished over
everything in my bag.

Apparently, it's on fire.

Tell him that Pollock only runs
if he can get an interview.

He died four weeks ago. It's all right.

Oh...

I...was worried you might
not have towels.

-I forgot toothpaste.
-Hmm.

Careful not to get any on your silk.
Is it silk?

One can't tell any more, what with all
the marvellous new cheap synthetics.

Damn. He's leaving.

Follow him.

How the hell does Lix know
what you're doing as well?

Obvious, darling. He's hardly Poirot.

Don't let him follow him with the film.

Tell him to lock it in my desk drawer.
Lix... Do you hear?

God. Marnie just saw me coming
of your bathroom.

And?

I think Marnie's fun.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you the truth
about the Lord Elms film.

Yes.

Just because you're one of them,
don't act like them.

I won't. I promise.

What if I've got it wrong?

What if there's nothing in this bloody
crossword and I'm just bored and...

Avoiding a grown-up life? You?

You're right. A momentary lapse.

They're very even.

Your ears.

(BELL CHIMING)

Dinner.

Darling?

-I knew it.
-What?

Miss Rowley and Mr Lyon.

I've just seen her coming
out of his bathroom.

-Really?
-Didn't I say?

What's wrong?

Don't put me near McCain at dinner.

What?

Nothing.

Freddie,

you can't possibly wear that jacket

and those shoes.

It's a little long in the leg, but
you can make up for it with the shoes.

The jacket will be...

Here's one of my old ones.
I was a little trimmer then.

I mean, no one gives a monkey's what
you're wearing. It's bloody ridiculous.

We're just sitting down to eat. No one's
getting married or buried or anything

but we just do it.

We just obey these ridiculous rules
because Christ help us if we don't!

It's only a suit.

You'll need cufflinks.

-Here.
-Thank you.

(DINNER BELL CHIMING)

She's a wonderful woman. Bel.

Yes.

Well, don't be late.
There's never enough soup.

NARRATOR:
And now for news from abroad.

Talks between the five-nation
Suez committee and Colonel Nasser

failed dramatically last night

when the Egyptian president rejected
the proposals put to him

by Australian prime minister
Robert Menzies.

Looks like he's turned down
your proposal.

-May I use your telephone?
-Of course, in the hall.

The only reason why they sent Menzies
is because America won't agree to help.

And now look. Complete farce.

If Eisenhower wasn't running for
re-election, the Americans would have

stood by us a little more instead
of hiding behind the United Nations

and opening the door to Russia.

Perhaps the President
knows something we don't.

Like how to win an election.

(CHUCKLING)

That was a very good point
you made earlier, though.

Can you inform the Prime Minister
that I'm trying to get a hold of him?

This country's become far too entrenched
in what it thinks it's entitled to.

Perhaps it needs the likes of
you and I to shake things up a bit.

-I'm off.
-All quiet?

Israel's becoming increasingly jumpy.

They don't like the Soviets
in their backyard.

They'll be in Suez before us
at this rate.

-I saw.
-Does Edith ever see you?

I pity that poor woman, Clarence.
I really do.

-And who should I pity, Lix?
-No one.

-That's the way I like it.
-Mr Kish gone?

No, not yet.

World Service speak very highly of him.

Well, his Arabic's brilliant.

Though I haven't found a single
programme he's worked on

in the eight years
that he's been at the BBC.

Night-night.

Mr Kish. Still here?

I'm just making final amendments

to Nasser's rejection of
Menzies' proposals.

Lix wanted it all down.

"What we have ever to do with ease,
we must first do with diligence.”

-So beautiful on the page.
-There are 28 basic letters.

It's the style that varies the form.

-It's remarkable.
-I think so, yes.

"Kish". Hungarian?

Russian. On my father's side.

Well, don't work too late.

I'll be off, then.

-Goodnight, Mr Wengrow.
-Night.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

-You don't dance, Angus?
-No.

Don't dance, can't shoot.

What are you doing here?

Eden's called an emergency meeting.
I may have to leave early.

Oh, we'll try not to miss you too much.

They're insisting everyone attends.

"They" again? The mysterious "they".

"They" don't want you to know
who "they" are, do they, Angus?

Have you read it? Middle section.

"Adam Le Ray has all the charisma
and threat of a carpetbagger.

"One can forgive Mr Le Ray most things,
but a basic lack of talent

"is suspect in a man so devoid
of anything else.”

Well, I just did what you said.

And now the papers crucify me.

You need to get to bed.
Hector, take him up.

Yes, I think some sleep
would do him good.

You said marry her
and everything would be all right.

-Now she's dead.
-McCAIN: Get him out.

-Freddie, could you...
-I'm all right.

I remember you now.

Get him out!

ADAM: I did what you said!

-I'm going to be sick.
-What was he talking about?

God knows.

-What do you mean?
-Slap him.

Really?

Ah!

(LAUGHING)

Ow! Bastards!

What the hell did you mean?

You did what he said.
Who? Was it McCain?

-What did McCain tell you to do?
-Marry her.

-Marry her.
-Ruth?

(SHUSHING)

Sorry.

Well, you didn't think
it was for love, did you?

-A girl in trouble and me.
-What?

If I married her, then no one
would know what I am.

(SOBBING)

You should have bloody cared.
You should have bloody loved her!

Let him sleep it off.

Here.

-Is he all right?
-Why'd you let him get drunk like that?

Every time, Ralph!

-We were just having a bit of fun.
-0Oh, yes, of course.

Always fun. No. Leave him.

Did you hear what he said?

These silent deals are struck
all the time, Freddie.

-No.
-Then consider yourself fortunate.

One learns to recognise it.

A slow deadening in the eyes,

acceptance of defeat.

I lived with the Elms family.
During the war.

On and off.

My mother, she worked
as a secretary for Lord Elms,

before she met my father.

They took me in during the Blitz,
the odd summer, Christmas.

I hated shooting then.
I don't understand this world.

I've never understood it,
how any of you live.

There lies the rub.

(GIGGLING) Have you seen them?

-Who?
-Any of them.

67, 68,

69...

Sardines.

-Oh God. I'm so sorry.
- (LAUGHING)

Why do grown-ups insist
on playing party games?

Didn't we do enough of
that as children?

I never had parties as a child.

-Everyone had birthday parties.
-Not me.

-Well, not until I met Marnie.
-Oh, you're in it for the cake.

97,

98,

99...

Coming!

Not here.

-(WOMEN GIGGLING)
-Shh!

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
I think she's coming.

ALL: Sardines!

(DOOR SHUTS)

Bel?

Precautionary measure.

"Revert...

"to Brightstone."

"Better rovers tonight,

"Sherbert invert grotto,

"brighteners veto tort."

It's a fair point but...

-It just jumps out at you.
-Mmm. Like "Observe trotter night."

(LAUGHING)

Why would you marry someone
you didn't love?

Are you asking?

Because you were lonely.
Because you had to.

-Because you were in trouble.
-Pregnant?

Is that...

That is what "trouble" means?

Poor, innocent boy.

Because you had something to hide?
Because there was a promise

of a career at the end of it?

Because the person that you loved

was doing something that they shouldn't?

Because the person you loved
was a spy passing secrets?

Freddie, it's one o'clock
in the morning.

"He knows.

"He knows, revert to Brightstone."

You need to sleep.

Good idea.

Not with me.

-Boring Moneypenny.
-And stop calling me that.

"I don't know what it is about you

"that closes and opens;

"only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes

"is deeper than all roses.

"Nobody, not even the rain,

"has such small hands."

E.E. Cummings.

That's the one.

MARNIE: Hector.

You've just missed a wonderful game
of sardines.

Where were you?

Nowhere.

I'm awfully tired, aren't you?

Yes.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-Frederick?

Sorry?

Frederick?

Everyone is still asleep here.

(SOBBING) Help!

-Let me come with you.
-It's fine. Stay.

He's all right.

Someone broke in last night
and he's just a bit shaken up.

-Mrs B went over straight away.
-Ready?

Really.

Can you slow down a bit?

You know, you're very interesting
to me, Mr Lyon.

I'd be more interesting alive than dead.

For all your socialist principles,
no one does as well as you without help.

Can you please just...

You can let me out here.
I'll take the train.

Don't be ridiculous. There's only one,

it won't get you to London
until the middle of next week.

You think you heard
something last night.

Hmm.

What you actually heard were
the drunk ramblings of an actor

whose career is faltering
at the starting gate.

I give The Man Who Knew a week.

I think you're wrong.

I think Adam Le Ray is
a very interesting man

with a lot to say for himself.
And I plan to listen.

And find out as much as I can.

I'm a big supporter
of the spirit of enquiry.

A different time
and I may well have offered you a job.

-Work with us, Freddie.
-I'd rather not.

The hours are appalling
and the people are tedious.

I don't think
it's privilege you dislike.

I think it's fear that in spite
of it, you still won't be let in.

JEMIMA: You'll drive carefully,
won't you, darling?

We will, we will.
Come on, Ralph, let's get a move on.

Safe journey.

-Bye, my dears.
-Bye, Mummy.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Shall I take these?

-You really don't have to drive me.
-I insist.

Look after him. Precious cargo.

Hmm.

Drive carefully.

Yes, do be careful, Hector.

Let's get you a cup of tea.

-What are you doing here?
-There was a break-in.

At my father's.

Good grief, I'm so sorry.
Is he all right?

He's sleeping.
I just needed to get out.

-Was anything taken?
-Nothing,

except a photo of me with my mother.

What's your excuse?

Oh, dinner with a dreadful great-aunt,

I'm stalling for
as long as I can, but...

The Egyptians have issued
a new set of proposals.

Is Isaac in?

Somewhere, knee-deep in Pollock.

No, I can't put it off any longer.
She gets rather spiteful

if I'm not by the entrée.

-Did he give you the film?
-No, he didn't.

He hasn't been seen all day,
our Mr Kish.

Be careful, Freddie.

It's Sunday. It looks sad.

Go home. Or people will talk.

Are you going to say anything?
You haven't spoken the whole journey.

Bel,

just say if you want this.

(DOOR OPENING)

I left my raincoat.

Perhaps we could go for that drink now?

Coffee. I want coffee.
They really, really do the best.

Shall we?

Goodnight!

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Did you break into
my house last night, Mr Kish?

-Of course I didn't, Mr Lyon.
-You're lying.

You came into my house
and you frightened my father.

Is that what you do? Frighten people?

You've got a very
active imagination, Mr Lyon.

I don't think so.

Who do you work for?

The same people you do, Mr Lyon.

Then why are you spying on me?

You look like you were
very good friends.

With Ruth and Peter.

You must miss him.

I do.

Then why aren't you helping me?

I know you know something,
something you're not telling me. Why?

I could help you.

You can't help me.

You are an amateur, Mr Lyon.

You know nothing about me.
I know everything about you.

I know that you live with your father.

That you go to the laundrette
on Wednesdays.

You have no luck with girls.
You work too much.

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

And now you know too much.

You're in the middle of a very
dangerous world,

but you've convinced yourself that
you are somehow immune.

You're not.

We can do this one of two ways.

You can stop playing games with me
and tell me everything that you know.

or?

(LOCK CLICKS)

You don't have to do this, Mr Kish.

Mr Kish?

"It is the confession, not the priest,
that gives us absolution.”

My mother always said that to me,
it always worked.

Stolen cake, "bum" scrawled
on a piece of paper.

If you kill me, you might not
meet someone so interested in the truth.

I don't want to die
in the bloody office!

Mr Kish.

"He knows." It's you, isn't it?

What do you know? Huh?

Better rovers tonight?

Brighteners veto tort?

Sherbert invert grotto?

Revert to Brightstone?
It's Brightstone, isn't it?

What is Brightstone?

"Who"...

The question is "who".

(THUDS)

(DIALLING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-Can I come over?

Freddie, it's nearly midnight.

-Is it?
-Go to bed.

I can't. I can't sleep.

-Are you all right?
-Yes.

Night.

(DIALLING TONE)