A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[raining]
[woman speaks in Russian] I'm waiting to hear when we're meeting.
When I know, I'll phone.
[ominous music playing]
[typing sound]
MEETING
WITH PRIME MINISTER
[music intensifies]
TYPED BY R.S.
[bell rings]
TYPIST: R.S.
PROPERTY OF THE CABINET OFFICE
[phone ringing]
[unintelligible dialogue]
[Ms. Garrick] A colleague was asking me about Jarvis.
Was asking you what?
[stammers] About my relationship with him.
Do you think he knows something?
Probably just office gossip.
But I'm looking into it.
[running water]
[gasps]
[clock ticking]
Hello.
You were talking in your sleep.
Was I? What was I saying?
[exhales deeply] You were just mumbling.
[suspense music playing]
Are you all right?
You were having a nightmare, I think.
I don't remember.
May I...
distract you from your troubles?
[Feef chuckles]
I'm sorry.
I have an early meeting.
I can't sit in the fucking back. I need to be able to talk to someone.
Connect with someone. [slams door]
We both work for the same guy, you must have a friend who knows, you know.
[sighs] Everything.
Generally speaking my friends are more chatty, but I'll take what I can get.
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
[engine starts]
[turns the page]
[flips pages]
GARRICK AFFAIR? JARVIS. WORKING WITH ROX...? R.S.
[soft piano music playing]
[brake squeaks]
Good morning.
[slams car door] Will you be joining me in the back?
Or shall we all try to squeeze in upfront?
[Feef clears her throat]
[slams door]
So you wrote a long speech?
It should be enough to keep her busy for a while.
Does it sounds like a speech a minister would say?
Mm-hmm.
-Will she notice if he never gives it? -She's just a secretary.
Except likely not.
We know she has access.
Is she passing documents on to a larger network?
[tying sound]
I'll need to take a look in her flat.
Keep her there until 8:00.
[Feef] I need you to work late tonight.
Tonight?
We're all working late, there's a lot to do.
And while you're standing around you're not helping to nationalize coal.
She needs me to work late, and I have an appointment.
Well.
Use Jane.
I find Mrs. Savitt particularly efficient.
We've so much to do, we have to nationalize coal and steel.
Ahh.
All right.
[typing sound]
Working late?
Extra points for you.
Ms. Garrick invited me to a dinner party at her home next week.
She has these, you know, salons. [chuckles]
Were you invited?
I wasn't.
Well, you're new. [chuckles]
Good night.
[typing rapidly]
[dogs barking in the distance]
[intense music playing]
PRAYER BOOK JEWISH MEMBERS OF H.M. FORCES
[turns the page]
[music intensifies]
[floor creaking]
[clattering]
Bingo.
[slams door]
[sighs] I brought you a cup of tea.
Sorry to keep you so late.
This is taking longer than I thought it would and I actually need to go home now.
I'm sorry, but the minister does need this for tomorrow.
It's inconvenient for me, too.
[clattering]
[opens tin]
[intense music]
[woman speaks]
[opens door]
Take your coat off.
And I get you something to eat.
[exhales sharply]
[woman screams]
[grunts]
[groans]
[glass breaks]
Jacob! Get back!
[speaks in Russian]
[grunts]
[loud noise]
[sobbing]
[panting]
[opens door]
Thank you so much.
Where are you off to in such a rush?
My son's coming home tonight.
Tonight?
He's been...
[sighs] You know.
He was evacuated.
How long was he away for?
Four years.
In America. So yeah.
I've got to get back home. I want to cook him supper.
I'm sorry. Go.
Thank you.
[opens door]
[suspense music playing]
[slams door]
What happened here?
Burglary.
But the door's not broken or anything.
[gasps]
Jacob.
My mom said it's okay if I don't remember you.
[chuckles]
They said they were sending him to a Jewish family in New York.
They didn't say Hassids.
Those people are crazy.
Have you eaten?
He won't eat anything! He says it all has to be kosher!
[inhales deeply]
[door opening]
[footsteps]
What happened to your face?
The mother was supposed to be out playing whist.
The mother came home early.
[laughing] The mother did that to him.
Russian women are famously strong.
This one now has a broken nose.
I took some money.
She thinks I was a burglar.
-You broke her nose. -She's fine.
And what about her son? Is he hurt?
Everybody made it out alive.
Good.
Because Ms. Savitt's not a communist.
She's a Jew.
I'd say that makes her more likely. Lots of Jews are communist.
[sighs] Some are communist, some are not,
and I have to assume those that carry prayer books are not.
"Religion is the opium of the people," said Marx--
If I may interrupt the expert for a minute.
I'm the one who's been to Ms. Savitt's house and there I confirmed:
A, she's Russian.
B, she stashes away more money than a secretary should have,
And C, and this is definitive, she has two pills hidden.
Cyanide pills, suicide pills. What agents take when their cover is blown.
I must get you one.
[flips through the book]
We need to figure out if the secretary is working with Ms. Garrick.
I think she is.
Jarvis came to me a terrified man.
We were supposed to meet again. He was killed.
Why was he killed?
He must have confided in someone.
But like I said, he was a terrified man, meaning...
-Meaning? -Meaning--
He would only confide in someone he loved,
Ms. Garrick, and she had him killed.
I think it's very unlikely.
And that's because you've been at this job five fucking minutes!
Sentiment's clouding your judgement.
[Jimmy clears his throat]
You need proof.
Exactly.
The Big Five get here next week.
Maybe you should be taking the secretary for a ride and using some...
special methods of questioning.
I would be so grateful.
If the two of you would stop telling me how to do my job.
[Feef] Who are the Big Five?
You don't need to know yet.
Do they approve of torture? The Russian army raped women.
You said they were barbarians and Jimmy's talking about
-"special methods of questioning." -He misspoke. Don't worry about Jimmy.
I don't want to do this anymore.
[slams door]
Excuse me?
[voice crack] Honestly?
I don't think Ms. Savitt's the one.
I don't think Ms. Garrick's a killer
and I don't think I can possibly be of any use to you,
any good for you and your mission that I don't believe in.
I see.
And this is
absolutely my fault.
I only got into this because of Peter and to be honest with you
it hasn't felt right since then, no offense to you.
A needlepoint on the wall of my grandparents' house:
"Know thyself."
[chuckles] Exactly.
And you have a whole agency behind you, you must have people
with more experience than me.
I understand.
Shall we shake hands or something?
Thank you.
Jackson.
Bye.
See you.
Go and get my insurance policy.
[swing music playing]
[both laughing]
You're in an awfully good mood.
My good mood?
It's awful.
[both chuckle]
[heavy breathing]
[Feef moans]
What's wrong? Did I hurt you?
No, um.
Just go slowly, okay?
Okay.
[panting]
Enough, stop.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what's wrong.
It's okay.
FEEF SYMONDS
Who's there?
Me, Dad.
Is it tea time?
I have to make it first, don't I?
Can I have a biscuit?
There aren't any biscuits. You can have a butcher's rusk.
My bum hurts.
All uncooked joints off the table, soldier.
[man laughs]
[phone ringing]
Sullivan.
You're working late.
I'm going away for a few days, I feel guilty about it.
I just wanted to ask you about Fiona Symonds, the new girl.
Couple of things.
For a start
I'm pretty sure she lied about why she wanted to work
in the Cabinet Office.
She's not who she seems.
Hey.
Okay.
Who's he?
[closes door]
[loud noise]
You heard from your husband?
Just to say he made it and it's beautiful.
Oh, also, I swapped with Jane.
I'm taking notes for the Palestine Committee.
They still haven't got a clue about me.
[suspense music]
EXPORT
HERBSTEIN'S MATZOS
That's all?
Oh no. We were burgled.
-You need to find a better hiding place. -I will.
I can offer you a triple share this week.
I found another shopkeeper.
Instant cash.
Good.
Because they are fleecing us in submachine guns and explosives.
Okay.
Maybe he's her handler.
Follow him.
Find out who he is.
And give the girl the photographs.
Be sweet.
She trusts you.
[flies buzzing]
PALESTINE, 1946
Talk to your people in New York. We need more stockings in London.
Yeah, you got it.
You reckon at some time the post office will realize it's no longer Passover?
Nope.
I tell you. These Jews
are terrorists!
They're Freedom Fighters.
I thought we agreed to approach this calmly!
That was before Jewish terrorists disguised themselves as British
soldiers, bombed British Intelligence Officers, and killed seven policemen.
They're fighting a British Police State.
-Curfews, cordons-- -Booby traps, ambushes--
-snipers, IEDs, shootings -Raids. Arbitrarium
The real truth is you British are deliberately causing conflict between
the Jews and the Arabs to prolong your role in the Middle East.
Might I remind you chaps, that in 1941,
Britain was fighting alone.
[crowd chattering]
Is Britain willing to concede
she's finally too weak to make the Middle East her military monopoly?
-Exactly, John. -Will she share control?
Or is she conspiring to get all that oil for herself?
Says the oil man?
[laughter]
You want to talk about oil?
[chattering]
He wants to talk about oil he says!
How can we put the humanity back into labor?
Why should drudgery and exploitation be inevitable?
I want to encourage all of you to--
Welcome, friend.
I encourage all of you to look at Marx's early writing.
His starting place was very related.
He's asking basic questions about how to make the world a better place,
then he offered some solutions.
[scoffs]
WHAT WE BELIEVE SELECTED WRITINGS
John.
What brings you here, friend?
I'm looking for some answers I guess.
Right.
The world's a bastard, isn't it?
You know that, don't you?
If you want to fix it, you came to the right place.
Have a cup of tea, comrade.
Have a sandwich.
Zoey. Get John something to eat and drink.
[footsteps]
[piano music playing]
Relax.
You're with friends.
Excuse me.
Good weekend?
Well, I worked through most of it.
Although I did take the time to listen to a lovely symphony on BBC.
I'm more of a jazz girl.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
The National Trust is a repellent institution.
Your house should be private, how awful for your family.
Pris.
The Minister wants to go over the Bank of England speech.
He's concerned the phrase "State Control" sounds too Soviet.
Well then I'll take it out. [clears throat]
He's the one who said he wanted to lay out to the public exactly
what we were trying to do.
You doing this to everyone?
Yes, we've been instructed to issue bag checks, pocket checks.
Please form a queue.
We're trying to get through this as quickly as we can.
Is this because of the Russian they caught in Canada?
Presumably.
What's the holdup?
They're checking bags.
So sorry for this everybody.
Just a precaution.
[dramatic music playing]
Thank you. Next, please.
[Ms. Garrick clears her throat]
[sighs] Silly.
What?
I've forgotten my umbrella and it's supposed to rain.
[panting]
[keys clicking]
Fuck.
[grunts]
[keys clicking]
Oh, fuck.
[sighs] Fuck.
[closes door]
[music intensifies]
Could you put me through to Nicholas Sullivan?
MI5.
[phone ringing]
[hangs up phone]
[door opening]
[keys clicking]
What do you want?
It's not me.
I don't want anything.
Freddy.
Fucking idiot, Freddy.
I'm sorry.
[sobbing]
Freddy!
You were right.
It's Ms. Garrick.
She panicked at her bag check, she pretended to go back to get
an umbrella, and she returned with no umbrella.
And it wasn't even raining outside.
Now, I want the fucking negatives!
Ms. Garrick wasn't at the meetings.
Someone gave her those documents.
Presumably the secretary.
Jackson found out nothing following her handler so you're all I have.
Just help me find a link, then go. If you want.
With the negatives.
[Feef spits]
I love my brother.
Yes.
He's your twin.
I have to go to work.
Yes, you do.
The Jews went to the west and came back something else.
PALESTINE COMMITTEE
We're not quarreling with anybody who comes from the west.
But our old Jewish cousin has come back with imperialistic ideas
and is trying to enforce them.
First by British pressure,
then by American pressure
and now by terrorism.
Maybe 30 years ago,
the British government had promised to facilitate the establishment
of a Jewish National Home in Palestine.
The Nazi plan to exterminate the Jewish population of Europe
have given new urgency to this promise.
He pretends he has a particular civilizing mission
for our degenerate race.
Well, that has been the pretension of every power that wanted to colonize
that aimed at domination.
My father,
my mother,
my wife,
and my three children,
were gassed in Belzec.
You think that we can ever again
think of Europe as home?
Jews are from Palestine.
We will return.
With
or without your permission.
The excuse has always been that the people are backward.
That one has a human mission to elevate them.
But we stand here and say no.
It is hypocrisy to try to alleviate
the suffering of one people
at the expense of another.
[coughing]
Well, chaps.
I think we'll have this solved before lunch.
[laughter]
Oh, it's funny. It's fucking funny.
I don't know who you think you are, miss.
But I know what you're going to do next. Get your things and get out.
And I don't just mean out of the room, I mean out of the building.
Hold on a second.
-I think perhaps, just apologize. -Yeah
Just let her apologize, it's been a long day. We've heard horrible stories.
Tough for a woman to take, right?
I will not bloody apologize.
You're in charge of this whole...
You men,
you're just waiting for lunch time, aren't you?
And you're waiting for dinner time so you can go home.
And there are people,
skeletons, with no fucking homes.
And they've seen things and they've lived things and...
Oh, what's the fucking point.
What's the fucking point of any of you?
Go on, keep running the country.
Keep running the world.
Keep laughing, don't stop fucking laughing.
-Listen-- -No, you listen.
You don't know what the world is.
Every time you get up, get dressed, and tie your tie in front of the mirror,
just remember.
The world you move around in is imaginary.
You don't know anything at all.
[slams door]
Now, what are we going to do for money?
I don't want to work for the bloody government anyway.
I can get work.
We'd have been no better in England, you know?
Since the Nazis had landed.
We'd have had to take the fucking cyanide pills, Mum.
You don't know that.
There were three Jews in Guernsey weren't there?
Three Jews in Guernsey.
And the Nazis got there and the good English people of Guernsey said:
Our three Jews live on this street.
Go and get 'em.
It's like they're dead in Auschwitz, aren't they.
Those fucking islanders couldn't protect three women.
They fucking hate Jews here.
Same as everyone else.
[piano music playing]
What did you do?
I don't want to die.
[whimpers]
No one is going to die.
[music continues]
[sighs]
[flushes toilet]
She made me feel like a total idiot.
I mean, we were just letting off steam but...
[sighs]
I heard she got herself fired.
What does that mean?
She'd apologized for the last day.
[scoffs]
Well lucky her in a way.
Some people are just trapped.
I'm glad she's not one of them.
Are you?
One of them?
[panting]
[gasps]
[moaning]
[grunts]
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
There is
something else we could try.
I mean, only if you want to.
It's quite embarrassing.
[Feef gasps]
[church bells]
[unintelligible dialogue]
Anything I can do for you?
I haven't quite finished nationalizing coal but hopefully by this afternoon.
Come into my office for a second.
[opens door]
ASSISTANT SECRETARY
You work so hard.
I could have used you during the war.
[both chuckle]
Where were you?
I was at Cambridge.
I think I've already mentioned.
I heard you trained with the SOE.
Who did you hear that from?
Mr. Sullivan mentioned it.
Oh. I just...
They told us not to say anything after the war, so.
Not meant to broadcast it, you know?
Well MI5 know everything.
I hope. [chuckles]
[Feef chuckles]
It's just awfully impressive.
That's all.
I wanted to serve my country.
And in such an interesting way.
You must be very ambitious.
Why else would you have lied about David Hennessy making passes at you?
David likes boys.
[intense music playing]
I am ambitious.
I wanted to be in the Cabinet Office.
I'm very sorry.
All is forgiven.
[gasps]
Listen.
I wonder if you'd come to dinner.
I put together these little evenings at my house and I'd love to include you.
Talk a little politics, not so neutral. [chuckles]
Get to know each other properly.
Well I'd love to.
[opens door]
[footsteps]
[Ms. Garrick] I feel her eyes on me.
Maybe she is just ambitious.
Quite a few girls worked for the SOE.
Doesn't mean anything.
Doesn't have to mean anything.
I'm probably just being paranoid.
This job makes you paranoid. I hate it.
God, I hate it.
Sick of it.
[sighs]
You know he joked, Sullivan.
"She's not one of yours, is she?"
He said she wasn't.
He wouldn't tell me if she was.
It's fine.
She'll come to dinner.
And if she's MI5, she won't be very experienced.
She'll start snooping around.
And she'll slip up. And if she slips up. I can tell him, can't I?
There's nothing wrong with that.
It's just
self-preservation.
Preserving the cause.
Because you know the minute I mention it to him,
he'll have no reservations about getting rid of her.
Just like that.
No
person.
Her whole
characterful life and soul
will be utterly extinguished.
Is it tea time?
[voice crack] I'm making it, aren't I?
Can I have a biscuit?
[groans] My bum hurts.
[suspense music]
[knocking]
[chuckles]
Is your mum here?
What about your grandma?
She's sleeping.
Can you give your mum this?
Yeah?
-Yeah. -[Feef chuckles]
Um, there's some money for her too.
Severance pay.
Okay?
SENT FROM A BACK ROOM
[music intensifies]
[gasps]