[sighs]
There has to be trust.
The thing about trust is you can't prove it.
That's what makes it trust.
And for most people it takes years to build.
I mean, I've been married to my wife for 25 years.
[all laugh]
I keep thinking about what that secretary said.
Ms. Savitt.
"Keep running the world,
keep laughing."
[Hugh] We have to be honest amongst ourselves.
The British contingent
are coming under pressure, from the British powers that be,
to share where we are up to in our deliberations.
[Hugh] The pressure isn't proper
because their main concern is oil.
We're getting the same pressure to spill the beans at our end.
[Morgan] But our guys are only interested in votes.
And I don't know how you responded,
but we didn't tell the ambassador a damn thing.
We didn't say a word to the treasurer.
As you said,
you can't prove trust.
But handshakes among gentlemen used to mean a great deal.
[ominous music playing]
[man clears throat]
[Hugh] Do the right thing.
[scattered chuckles]
[Hugh] I just wondered if she was there.
She didn't come home last night.
-[Freddie] Are you two living in sin now? -No, I just--
Then how else would you know she didn't come home all night?
Don't worry, I won't tell Pa.
-But she's not at your house? -[Freddie] No.
A word to the wise,
if you don't put a ring on it, the pretty ones stray.
My sister's always been a bit of a free spirit, I'm afraid.
[Hugh chuckles]
Thank you so much.
Good morning, goodbye.
[hangs up phone]
[loud knocking on door]
[door lock clicking]
[door lock clicks]
Sit down, take a load off.
Please.
How you doing?
I work with Thomas Rowe.
Was supposed to meet him last night at 11 o'clock,
he never showed up.
You got something there, boy?
[Jackson grunts]
[Caspar] Do either of you know where Rowe got to?
You know, I was meant to be meeting him last night, too, but...
like you said, he never showed.
Anyway,
I figured I'll come here, talk to his trusted driver,
see if he can help me figure out the good man's whereabouts.
Your fender's fucked up, man. Did you hit something?
I hit a dog.
[Feef groans]
[Feef gasps for air]
I'm never gonna hit your face.
Because what you and me got going on is private.
You killed a white guy.
No.
[Caspar] I know your Army number.
GI-1034726.
Want me to get you arrested?
Want to be shipped back to Alabama?
[Caspar snickers]
What's gonna happen when folks out there
-hear that you killed a white guy? -He didn't.
Yeah.
American juries? They always believe the Negro.
It's a fact. Juries always find for the Negro.
Don't they, kid?
And they've got nothing but respect
for the white girl he's fucking.
The white girl with the fag brother.
Yeah, Rowe told me everything.
Bridgeman Creek Drive, Mobile, Alabama.
Oh, I know where your momma lives,
I know where your drunken ma-mah lives,
and I know why that fucking fender is bent.
But let's not dwell on the past.
[both groan]
You guys work for me now.
Get ahold of the Big Five.
Tell them Thomas Rowe is dead.
-What? -Jimmy, brother!
You want to work in the intelligence business,
people get killed.
Relax.
The Russians got him?
The girl and the driver killed him.
And that's good for us, because now they're ours forever,
and we don't have to pay them.
I got to get the girl to work.
What you tell the Big Five is the great guy they met,
the one who was posted in Berlin?
He'll head this new intelligence agency.
Which is actually great news because you always liked him more.
[smacks lips] Rowe was a fucking prick.
We should run.
Run where?
For how long?
He knows the name of the street my kid sister plays on.
[shivering cry]
[car horn honking]
Rowe wanted you to turn Ms. Garrick, right?
He was-- He was going to help me.
Well, he's gone and now I'm gonna help.
[Caspar] Tell her you need to talk. Tonight.
Tell her she can pick the location,
but it has to be somewhere in public, then tell me where.
[Caspar] Rowe said that you had a soft spot for her.
You'd better hope that she has one for you too,
because if she hasn't...
her comrades will already be on to you.
[indistinct office chatter]
Smile, Ms. Symonds.
It might never happen.
[Quick] Before we begin, a quick announcement for the ladies present.
The civil service marriage ban is to be discontinued.
Uh, well, either one of you may marry me.
[Quick] Now, for the latest projections
from health are more ambitious, not less, despite my repeated fiscal concerns.
Nevertheless, write them down.
Three hundred sixty four thousand staff.
These will include
two thousand radiographers,
one hundred forty nine thousand nurses and midwives,
some of whom will be part-time.
One hundred twenty eight thousand ancillary staff
for cleaning, maintenance...
I'm sorry if I'm boring you, Ms. Symonds.
[door opens, closes]
[door closes]
-[Sullivan] How can I help you? -[breathing heavily]
I'm handing myself in.
[Hugh] Did Feef come in today?
Yes, she's in a budget meeting.
She did come in this morning?
And now she's in a budget meeting.
Would you like me to pass her some kind of love note?
Hm?
A sonnet?
[Feef] They were blackmailing me.
[Sullivan] Thomas Rowe was?
-Where is he? -[Feef] I have no idea.
He approached me with pictures of my brother.
He's a homosexual.
So his sister committed treason.
The newspapers would love this.
They didn't come to me and say, "Will you betray your country?"
They came to me and said, "There is a Russian spy in the Cabinet Office."
-I'm so sorry, what-- -And I think it's alarming
that you were entirely unaware that England has been compromised.
The Americans took me,
manipulated me, threatened me.
The Russians have penetrated Whitehall.
Why am I being interrogated?
A Russian spy?
[sharp inhale]
I know who it is.
And I won't tell you unless we make some kind of deal.
[Sullivan] Given that both the Russians and the bloody Americans
seem to be spying on us,
I thought MI6 should know.
In my opinion,
there's a way that we can deal with Russia and the States at the same time.
Let the Americans finish what they started.
Let us catch them in the act.
By what method?
Use the girl.
She won't tell us who the mole is unless we guarantee immunity.
[chuckles]
We can guarantee her immunity and not mean a bloody word we say.
Because, really, who gives a shit?
She's a foreign bloody agent.
What's going on?
[door opens]
Who's he?
[Sullivan] Keep working for the Americans.
Just do exactly what they tell you to do.
But...
does this mean I'm a double agent?
I work for us?
Yes, it does.
Welcome home.
[sighs] Oh, come on.
He's coming at 8:00.
You haven't even taken your bath yet.
[Martin grunts]
[Martin] Ouch.
[Martin sings] ♪ I know our mythic history ♪
♪ King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's ♪
♪ I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox ♪
♪ I quote in elegiacs All the crimes of Heliogabalus ♪
How is it that you can remember all of that,
but you can't remember my name?
[Priscilla chuckles]
You're Pris.
Yes!
Yes, Dad.
[both chuckle]
I'm Pris.
[knocking on door]
Oh, ooh.
Well, they're not meant to be here until 8:00.
Being early is as impolite as being late, isn't it?
-[chuckles] -You're Pris.
[chuckles] Yes, I am.
Now, hold tight to the edge of the bath.
There.
That's an order, soldier.
Yes, sir.
Can I come in?
Please.
Yes.
Yes, er, come in.
Uh, wipe your feet.
-[door shuts] -[Feef gasps]
Ah. Something smells nice.
Yes, my father and I just ate.
[loud thud]
-[Martin wails] -Oh, shit.
[Martin groans in pain]
[Priscilla] Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Daddy.
[Martin's groans continue]
[Priscilla] Come on. Out you get.
Come on. Up you get, everything's all right.
Get the towel, come on.
-[Priscilla] There we are. -[Martin wails]
Oh! Oh, sorry.
-Throw me that towel. -[Feef] Yes.
[Priscilla grunts]
I hurt.
[Priscilla] All right. All right.
[Martin groans]
[Priscilla] Oh, dear.
[Martin] Ouchie.
[Martin groans]
[Priscilla] Well done.
-[Priscilla] Dry you off. -[Martin groans]
[Priscilla] Arms in.
What do you want?
Well? What is it?
More trouble at work?
-[Priscilla] Sit down. -[Martin] Oh!
[Martin] She is glorious!
[Priscilla struggles]
You are beautiful ladies!
[chuckles]
Right, into bed, Dad.
Two beautiful ladies!
I think they're playing our song.
Oh, I'm not quite sure that they are. [chuckles]
Madam,
you have nothing to fear.
I'm all chivalry.
Into bed, Dad. Now.
Ah...
Come on.
[Priscilla] Footsies up.
There.
[Priscilla panting]
There.
Now you're safe. [chuckles]
Good night.
[Martin] Door open!
After you.
[Priscilla clears throat]
I don't want anything bad to happen to you.
Ever.
They wanted me to meet you in a public space that they could watch,
so they could protect me, but I came here to your house
because I want to tell you in private how much I like you.
How you've made me see the world so much more clearly.
This does not have to end badly.
It's not too late to change your mind.
Wouldn't it be a relief
to be back on the right side?
I mean, isn't it some sort of primal wrong
to serve a foreign power and walk past their flags?
I don't serve a foreign power.
I serve an idea.
See, I am not a gadabout
having an adventure.
I'm trying to eradicate suffering.
Suffering is not inevitable.
Men make the world.
My mother died at 29
because it wasn't any interest of capitalism
-to give her a doctor for free. -England's changing that.
My father lost his mind in the Great War
because imperialists were squabbling over resources
instead of doing the first thing we teach a toddler.
To share.
I think if one idea could make the world a better place,
the world would be a better place.
You serve an idea and you don't even know it.
Capitalism.
Organized selfishness.
You don't serve an idea, you serve the propagators of an idea.
The Russians.
If you weren't having doubts, why didn't you have me killed?
Like Jarvis?
[knocking on door]
[inhales deeply]
I have to get that.
It's the nurse for my father.
-She's here. -[Henry] What?
[Feef crying, panting]
Who do you work for?
[Henry] What is the name of your handler?
What is it?
[Feef grunts]
Tell me!
Who do you work for?!
Mind your own business!
[Feef groans]
[Henry] Your corpse will be found in a burned-out building.
Your family will think it's some random maniac.
But whoever it is you are working for,
they will know...
it is the Russians.
[Feef panting] Are you serious?
You're going to let him do this?
This is what your idea was, you fucking hypocrite?
Henry... Henry!
[Feef shouting] Let go of me!
Get off! Get off!
[Feef screams]
[Feef panting]
[Feef] Get off me!
[screams continue]
[screams]
No, no, Henry. Stop!
-Stop! -[Henry] Get out of the room!
No, Henry! [screams]
[grunts, pants]
[Feef cries, screams]
[Feef] Get off me!
[whispers] It's all right, Dad.
Everything's tickety-boo.
Go on.
It's fine, I'm fine, get to bed.
[Feef grunts]
[yells]
[Henry screams in pain]
[Martin grunts]
-[Martin grunts] -[loud thud]
[loud thud]
-[loud thud] -[squishing sound]
-[Martin grunts] -[loud thud]
[panting]
[Martin chuckles lightly]
♪ I am the very model of a modern Major-General ♪
♪ I've information vegetable, animal, And mineral ♪
♪ I know the kings of England And I quote the fights historical ♪
♪ From Marathon to Waterloo In order categorical ♪
♪ I'm very well acquainted too With matters mathematical ♪
♪ I understand equa... ♪
[Feef breathes heavily]
[drawer opens]
You knew that man was coming, didn't you?
To hurt me.
[Priscilla sighs]
[Priscilla gasps, screams]
-[bone cracks] -[loud gasp]
[screams]
[Priscilla gasps for air]
[Priscilla screams]
[screams]
Do you have a phone?
[Caspar] What a shit-show.
Fuck.
Okay, the driver's good with bodies, right?
[slams phone base]
Disposal.
[Jackson] You going to move my family?
Got comrades waiting for them in Mississippi.
Your boat docks literally 40 blocks from home.
You go straight...
to 616 West 137th Street.
I wrote the comrades there already.
There's a bed waiting for you.
[Caspar] The fuck's going on?
And why are there two of you?
[Richard] This the white guy you told me about?
Ah, that's sweet. I like being talked about.
Let's go, we got places to be.
No.
I'm all done driving.
No, you're not all done shit.
Get in the car, Jackson.
[Richard] We gotta go.
That nigger killed a white man. You think I'm letting him go anywhere?
This car is about to be a murder weapon again.
Niggers killing white people...
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Niggers killing white people?
I've killed no one.
Not a single fucking person.
The whole war, they made me drive.
Didn't even give me a gun.
Yeah, I heard about a whole lot of killing.
Heard about white people killing.
In France, Germany, Poland,
white people killing white people.
In the States you hear about white people killing black people.
Hear about that every day.
But niggers...
killing white people?
You make me fucking laugh.
[car door shuts]
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
I don't want to spend another second in this goddamn car.
[Jackson] You drive it.
No matter where you walk,
no matter where you go,
you people will always be fucked!
[Neville] An American will arrive very shortly.
You will not mention us.
You will answer his questions.
If you deviate from these instructions,
I guarantee you will imminently be hanged by the neck until you are dead.
So all those dinner parties,
where was the Russian listening from?
[Sullivan] Where?!
[Priscilla groans]
[Sullivan] Jesus.
Confirm the embassy's involvement.
[Neville] We need to know who he's working with.
Ms. Symonds.
Don't click at me.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[radio static crackles ]
[deep sigh]
Girl's a mess.
[door shuts]
How did you get in here?
The door was open.
Is Ms. Symonds here?
No.
Okay.
This is the second night she hasn't come home.
Any idea where she might be sleeping?
[door opens]
[door closes]
I'm gonna need a saw.
[Feef, over radio] I can look for one.
You've done enough.
I gave you very specific instructions and you fucked up.
Dear, I'm gonna ask you a lot of questions over the next few days,
and it all begins with this one.
Do you have a saw?
[groaning in pain]
[Priscilla's groans sound over radio]
I think she'll talk to you without you kicking her leg.
Well, she did not answer the first time I asked.
Fine, let's make that the rule.
You tell me what I want to hear the first time around,
or that leg of yours gets kicked off.
But Jimmy Derby said not to hurt her.
[Caspar, over radio] The fuck you talking about?
[Priscilla whimpers]
Jimmy said no such thing.
He said, "Find out what she knows."
Got him.
[Priscilla] You should know that MI5, possibly MI6,
are next door listening to everything you say.
[whimpers]
She set you up.
-[Caspar] You fucking-- -[Feef screams]
[door opens, closes]
[Feef gasps]
[Caspar] Move.
[groans]
Back door.
[Priscilla pants]
[door opens, closes]
[pained gasp]
[panting]
[pained gasp]
[Priscilla's crawling sounds on stairs]
[panting]
[grunts]
[whispers] Everything's going to be fine.
Absolutely fine.
[intense music playing]
[bell tolling]
[gunshot]
Last one.
[whispers] Now close your eyes.
Now...
who are you?
It's me.
Pris.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[emotional music playing]
[crying softly]
[muffled sobs]
[door opens]
[hurried footsteps]
[Feef gasps]
[Feef panting]
[Neville] Easy enough to explain away.
Beloved father had a heart attack.
Spinster daughter committed suicide.
The end.
[Feef panting]
[panting continues]
[Feef cries]
[Feef panting]
[Sullivan] Why are they letting him retire early?
He's a Russian spy with high-level access.
[Priscilla] He's moving into the private sector.
The Atomic Energy...
Research Establishment.
[pencil scratching]
[Sullivan] Quick word, Mr. Stephens?
Of course.
Won't be a second. Duty calls.
[indistinct chatter in background]
[Neville] These tapes confirm that America spied on British nationals.
Obviously without our government's consent,
thus contravening the Atlantic Treaty, as well as the BRUSA Agreement.
Look, I don't see this has to be a giant thing.
[Neville] Then the two of you will leave England.
Within the week.
[Neville] And the story will be as follows.
The Russians never penetrated Whitehall.
You guys never fail to catch 'em.
Oh, so you guys are gonna take credit for busting this ring?
You never recruited an English girl.
[Caspar] She never killed an American citizen?
[Jimmy] Oh.
She didn't tell you that part?
[door opens]
Now what?
[Feef] What's going to happen to me?
[Neville] There's only one option.
There will be a clean slate with some proper training.
To all intents and purposes, you will still appear to work for the government.
But you do not work for the government.
You work for the country.
Prime Ministers come and go.
[Neville] We will be tasked with actions that we support
and some we question.
Regardless,
we do our job.
-[Neville] And are always... -Neutral.
Now go home. Get some sleep.
[scoffs]
[Neville] Oh, wait, one more thing.
I don't suppose you recognize this address?
It was in the Russian fellow's pocket.
Uh, that's my...
friend's address, Hugh Fenton.
The chap in the Palestine Committee?
[Sullivan] In our line of work,
intimates can be something of a liability.
Best way to protect our very close friends is to keep our distance.
It's not a rule.
It's just a fact.
[quietly] Yes.
[Jackson] There's a story I always wanted to tell you about.
Maybe because you have a twin and all.
Me and my brother love fishing.
The summer we turned eight...
We were twins too, you see.
They let us go without any grownups,
and right off the bat, we caught a giant silver sturgeon.
And we were whooping and yelling,
both of us on the rod, dragging it up the bank.
But that thing must have been playing dead or something.
[door closes]
[Jackson] Because the second we got the hook out his mouth,
it'd shimmy back down over the grass and into the water.
Best thing I ever saw,
the way it fought to get home.
I wanted to say goodbye.
And I wanted to say more.
And this is what I came up with.
I'm going home.
I know you'll be okay.
First time I saw you, I thought of that silver fish.
I remain
faithfully yours,
Jackson.
[door opens]
Hey.
I missed you.
Where have you been?
I'm sorry, you must have been worried.
Where were you?
Hospital.
A taxi cab caught me as I was crossing the road.
I'm fine.
It's just a few bruises, but they kept me in for observation.
You weren't in the hospital.
You were fucking an American.
What?
He popped by the flat to say goodbye.
You've been seeing him this whole time, haven't you? This whole time.
No.
I want to marry you.
[breathes rapidly]
I want to spend my whole life...
with you.
But...
I have to trust you.
[Feef sniffles]
I love the idea of us married.
[sniffles]
With a garden and...
and a dog.
I'd weed flowerbeds.
[sniffles]
If you were in the hospital...
show me a bruise.
Show me a single bloody bruise.
[emotional music playing]
I loved knowing you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[whimpers]
[crying]
[sobs loudly]
[Hugh] It will be announced formally tomorrow,
but I wanted to tell you personally.
-The Committee has agreed-- -[Rae] Not in the house! Out!
-I'm sorry. -[chuckles]
The Committee has agreed to let the 100,000 refugees into Palestine.
-[sighs] -We had no choice.
-It's a moral imperative. -That's... Thank you.
And we've also made a series of recommendations about Palestine itself.
Yes, the Jews have an undeniable claim.
Yes, we British must give up the mandate.
But Arabs live there, farm there, work there.
They never left.
They have a claim too,
equally undeniable.
So,
what we've decided
is that there can be a two-part solution.
Split the country down the middle.
Half for the Arabs, half for the Jews.
It'll take some negotiating, but we can get it done.
[Hugh slurps from mug]
That sounds wonderful.
Obviously, keep this to yourself.
But like I said, I wanted to tell you personally.
I've thought about you a lot.
Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a line or anything.
-I'm married. -[both chuckle]
This is Neville Chambers, MI6.
Obviously, he's not talking to us in that capacity.
This is just a chum introducing some chums.
Herbert Quick, of the Treasury.
Nice to meet you, chum.
The Palestine Committee are being piously tight-lipped,
and I don't know if either of you know what they will announce tomorrow.
But I do feel duty-bound to tell you this.
Britain has dominated the Middle East and her resources for the last 100 years,
we are now dependent on those resources.
[Quick] We constructed and control two oil pipelines
from Iraq to the Mediterranean.
One through Syria to the coast,
another through Transjordan, to Haifa in Palestine.
In order to continue producing and transporting oil,
we need to keep the Arabs happy.
If the Committee angers the Arabs...
you'll need to find a way to keep them happy.
Diplomacy will not suffice.
Understood.
[reporter] For the last six months,
representatives of the British and American governments
have been deciding on the fate of Jewish refugees
who are attempting to settle in British-controlled Palestine.
The Arab League, defending the interests of those who could lose their land,
had strongly opposed the idea of refugees entering Palestine.
Britain, who relies on the support
of their Middle Eastern partners for its oil,
had been expected to listen to their concerns,
but today the Committee has decided to allow these long-suffering refugees
back to what is their ancestral homeland.
[Neville] Despite what the Committee has decided,
we need to protect our oil interests in the Middle East.
The boats are in France.
You boys will be dressed as engineers.
[Neville] You will enter the boat the night before.
The refugees will not yet have boarded.
You will get on board and below deck where you will assemble the devices.
They take seven minutes to detonate.
After the explosion,
you will go to the police,
say that you saw men, engineers you assumed,
board the boats.
[Neville] Say these men had Russian accents.
All right?
[Neville] This is top secret.
No one knows about it, except the Prime Minister.
But the tide of refugees must be stemmed.
[Hugh] This last year of Labour government,
we have placed a heavier and more important program of legislation
than has been submitted in any previous parliament.
[crowd murmurs in assent]
In every sphere of government,
you have seen our socialist impulse, our socialist outlook.
We have led the world in workers' rights.
We have led the way in health, in housing, in education.
[Hugh] Abroad, we have sought to help all our fellow men toward self-government,
and we have moved toward solving the great inherited problem of India and Palestine
and the colonial Empire.
[crowd murmurs in assent]
[Hugh] It was left to us to deal with the muddle of the past.
We have met that challenge with faith,,
the faith that has carried us to power after years of striving.
The faith that can remove mountains.
The faith in the common people.
[Hugh] The faith that we can build a world of peace.
A world of justice. A world of freedom.
A world of happiness for all.
In that faith,
we shall conquer.
[cheering and applauding]
[loud explosion]
[distant yelling]
[distant warning bell clanging]
Whatever it takes.
[exhales]
["There is Mean Things Happening in This Land" playing]
♪ There is mean things happening In this land ♪
♪ Oh, the rich man boasts and brags ♪
♪ While the poor man goes in rags ♪
♪ There is mean things happening In this land ♪
♪ Too much cotton in our sacks ♪
♪ So we have none on our backs ♪
♪ There is mean things happening In this land ♪