Fleming (2014): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

In my estimation, you're quite
easily the worst
stock broker in London.

- Haven't we met?
- We have now.

I am not my father or my
brother, nor do I have any
intention of being.

So what exactly are you?

The lesser Fleming.

Cheer up, Mr Fleming,
I'm about to offer you a job.

- Second Officer Monday.
- What a pleasure.

Esmond says you're a bad boy.

It's finally starting, Monday.

Welcome to bloody Lisbon.

Neutral territory and
the crossroads of the world.



Positively
crawling with Nazis.

Every variety of refugee,
traitor,

fascist, arms dealer
and black
marketer you can imagine.

I like it already.

Best behave here, Fleming.
We don't need
a diplomatic incident.

We're already at war.

Not currently with Portugal.

She's probably
waiting for an exit visa,

or she'll be stuck here
like the rest of them.
Poor devil.

I don't suppose
the Nazis will help her,
even for a high price.

But they trade in hope.

The agenda for tomorrow
is in three separate sections.

Am I boring you, Fleming?

Another country,
another dreary meeting.



- Is it too late
to get out of it?
- Yes, it is.

All this admin.
We could be out there
getting our hands dirty.

Contingency plans
for a Nazi victory
in France, hardly routine.

If we abandon France,
the Germans walk into Paris.

Simple as that.

The Atlantic
would be wide open

and their U-boats could
threaten British supplies.

So what will happen
to the French Navy?

Well, Darlan is the key
to this whole thing.

Churchill wants the French
ships, but Admiral Darlan
won't play the game.

If their fleet
falls to the Nazis...

We lose the war.

- Can't Churchill
persuade Darlan?
- It's tricky.

We can't send him to talk
to Darlan, and Darlan won't
talk to anyone else.

Any thoughts, Fleming?

Perhaps we should give him
the Isle of Wight
for the duration.

Just turn it into
French territory.

I wish I found the situation
as amusing as you.

War isn't a game, you know.

Fleming?

I think I'm going to
call it an evening.

Let's sleep on the Darlan
business. I'm sure we'll come
up with something.

- You've hardly
touched your drink, sir.
- Night-night.

- Can you cash a cheque?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

Don't you think
we'll be done by Thursday?

Well,
Philips will have us back
by Friday at the very latest.

My chips, please.

This will never
be the same again,
really. It's awfully sad.

Yes, I know what you mean.
Oh, sir,

do you know,
I think I might have
left my lighter.

- Right-o.
- Well, goodnight then.
- Goodnight, sir.

Fleming,
what on earth
do you think you're doing?

I'm having a little fun.

I'm going to clean
the bastards out.

Let's raise the stakes,
shall we?

Bank is now at
100,000 escudos.

How much is
that in real money?

About 1,000.

Do you have that?

- Of course not.
- Sir?

100, 000 escudos.

I'm afraid I need to be sure.

Thank God for petty cash.

- Fleming, you can't.
- I just did.

Is...
Is that good for us, or bad?

Did we win?

Damn.

Oh, Fleming, don't despair.

It's only money.
It's completely replaceable.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Danke.

- I've changed my
mind about this place.
- Yes, I have rather too.

- Come on, let's go.
- I'll just finish my drink.

Well, excuse me.

- Come on.
- Fleming?

Are you telling me you knew
absolutely nothing
about the dead Nazi?

Nothing at all.

This is war, Fleming.

Your place is here with me,

not trying to
bankrupt the Germans
at baccarat, is that clear?

We need people
who can go in and improvise.

Thought it was my imagination
that got me this job.

Your job is to aid
Naval Intelligence,

not play games
with other people's money.

- Your behaviour was reckless.
- Thank you.
Compliment accepted.

If you're going to be
insolent, it wouldn't kill
you to call me "sir".

# Don't let's be beastly
to the Germans

# For you can't
deprive a gangster
of his gun

# Though they've been
a little naughty... #

Look,
there's the chocolate sailor.

Commander Fleming.

- Hello.
- So pleased you could make it.

Lady Ann O'Neill,
this is Miss Muriel Wright.

Oh, forgive the laughter.

I'm so pleased you came.

It's...
It's just that you look...

Ridiculous? I know.

I was going to say...

Rather wonderful. Miss Wright?

- Can I call you Muriel?
- Of course.

Happy birthday.

- Thank you, Fleming.
- Congratulations.

You should hang
on to that girl.
She's quite a catch.

Everyone knew
you'd meet Miss Right
eventually and now you have.

Miss Rights are two-a-penny.

It's Miss Wrong
I'm looking for.

Mmm. Aren't we all?

Now, tell me, who do you know?

Well,
of course, that's Esmond,
the birthday boy.

Viscount Rothermere,
he owns the Daily Mail .

Rothermere,
I thought he was your husband.

Oh, no.
My husband's in the army,
overseas on active duty.

Please tell me
you're not a prude.

That would be terribly boring.

I suppose
the war changes things.

I thought life was simple.

But it's very complicated.

I can see we're
going to get along
very well indeed.

# ...and he brought
us all to hell again

# But don't let's be beastly
to the Hun #

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

Hurray!

Come on.

Thank you very much.

You didn't return my calls.

Why wouldn't you speak to me?

I wasn't sure what to say.

I was surprised to
get a formal invite.

Rather bold inviting me
to your lover's
birthday party.

Esmond likes you.

He wanted a party,
just a few friends.

And we were both anxious
to meet Miss Wright.

What a lovely little girl.

Esmond says I
should hang on to her.

She's a child.

Are you afraid of playing
with the grownups?

I'm not afraid of anything.

Especially not
your little games.

Thank you.

How kind. Thank you.

Thank you. And a round of
applause for our pianist.

And many happy
returns to our host.

- Excuse me.
- It's a tradition.

Handsomest man in the room
must go round
and kiss everyone.

- You're it.
- This is
terribly embarrassing.

Very, very unfair.

That's rather nice.

No, no, no, no.
I'm not celebrating
my bloody birthday

-by kissing a man.
-That's Esmond.

Ooh, hello.

I know who that is.
I know who that is.

Oh, I like the feel of this.

Very good game.

What are you doing?

I could ask you
the same question.

Months of silence,
ignoring and now this?

I have lots of friends,
close friends.

What makes you think that
one little
moment of excitement

-was the start of anything?
- Why did you invite me here?

And don't give
me that nonsense
about Esmond.

I saw you at
the jazz club with her.

Thought it might be fun.

Oh.

More games?

I suppose that's
for you to decide.

Do you want to play?

So good to have you back.

To be honest, I wasn't sure
I was going to make it.

And that's not just bravado.

My friends are
all dying out there.
Bloody massacre.

Chased out of France
with our tails
between our legs.

And the war office,
they're talking
about negotiating surrender.

I don't believe it.

What would you know about it,
sitting behind
a desk with your feet up?

Sorry, that was uncalled for.

Excuse me.

- He's upset.
It's not his fault.
- He is right.

I'm stuck here behind a desk

while he's leading
teams of commandos
in the fjords.

Your brother has always been
an adventurer.

It doesn't mean
you have to copy him.

Succeeds at bloody everything.

Even surviving.

He's had a ghastly time.

I'm getting him transferred.

Desk job,
military intelligence.

Do you expect
him to thank you?

I lost my husband
in the first war,
I won't lose my sons, too.

Put your napkin straight.

I mean,
what's the use of a war

if I'm stuck
behind a bloody desk
for the entire thing?

There's my brother leading
teams of commandos
on midnight raids.

And what do you do
in the war, Daddy?

Mmm. I file.
I was very good at filing.

Are you even listening to me?

Who was she?

Oh, her?

Oh, nobody.

A silly little girl
with an empty head.

- I didn't even like her.
- Is that what you think of me?

A silly little girl looking
for love in a place she
knows she can't find it.

No, Mu, it's not.

What made you like this?

Who said anyone did?

A girl, I bet.

What was her name?

Please, I'd like to know.

Ian?

Monique.

French?

Swiss.

I asked her to marry me.

You were in love with her?

Bought her home for
Christmas one year.

It was a disaster.

My mother hardly spoke to her.

She threatened to disinherit
me unless I broke the whole
thing off immediately.

Well,
we couldn't have that now,
could we?

I've never forgiven her.

And I never, ever will.

Three, maybe four days

the Germans will have taken
complete control of France.

And Darlan?

Holed up in Montbazon,
apparently,
with his head in the sand.

They've sent him
numerous envoys,
but it's a brick wall.

Sly old fox,
keeping us all guessing.

Leave it to me.

Their panzer divisions are
100 miles outside Paris.

The first thing they'll do
is raid our bureau.

We can't risk leaving
tactical, secret
information to the Nazis.

You drew up our protocol.

But it's no bloody use
if it isn't followed.

- I could fly out tonight.
- You?

I have a list of
all our offices,
safe houses, dead drops.

All I need is a radio operator
and a car.

No, you know too much.

It really wouldn't look good
if our information
fell into German hands.

Or if you fell
into German hands.

There is no one else.

I could be your eyes and ears
on the ground, sir.

- You're up to something.
- No, sir.

You just called
me "sir" twice.

There's only one way
I'm going to find out,
isn't there?

So, you're going away?

Not for long.

Where? France?

Shh.

I'm going to go and
win the bloody war.

Give Hitler a bloody nose.

You can come and see Winston,
pin a medal on me.

I never know which
of you I'm gonna get.

But I like this one.

I want you to come back.

- Come back to me, promise.
- 'Course I'll
come back to you.

You're indispensable.

Who else would
get my cigarettes?

Promise?

Go on, say it.

Say it.

Promise.

- I promise.
- Say it again.

The first thing I do
will be to see you.

I promise.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

- I rather like it.
- Mmm.

Please,
take a seat, Mrs Fleming.

I'll be with you presently.

Look,
the wicked witch herself.

Don't mention Ian.

Why ever not?

How lovely to see you.

This is Ann, Lady O'Neil.

This is Mrs. Evelyn Fleming.

I've heard so much about you.

- We were just
talking about Ian.
- Really?

- Do you know Ian well?
- Lil introduced me.

- Now we are firm friends.
- Oh.

He never mentioned you.

How is he?

Very well indeed.

He has a new girlfriend,
perhaps you know her.

Yes. You must be
very happy for him.

Yes, Muriel's a lovely girl.

Her father was an MP with Val,
my late husband.

So I hear.
Absolutely charming.

Ian says she's a model.

Yes. Some rather racy
swimsuit pictures in
Monte Carlo, but good stock.

And you know the best thing?

Decent pedigree.

- Clean form.
- What do you mean?

Single.

Not a husband, a child,
or a lover in sight.

Commander Fleming.

Don't bother
with that rubbish.

I hope you don't
mind disobeying orders.
What's your name?

Hepworth, sir.

Well, don't salute me
and don't call me "sir".

Remember that and
we'll get on famously.

Copy that.

- Where to?
- Straight to HQ.

I'll explain en route.

And we're going to
need a nicer car.

A much nicer car.

Hello.

- Fancy seeing you here.
- Ann.

- Are you on a mission?
- I come here
quite a bit actually.

Half the War Office stay here.

I am delivering a message.
Top secret, you know.

We must have a drink.

Our men are both away,
I'd really like to chat.

Yes, that'd be lovely.

Burn anything you
can't take with you.

If it won't burn, bury it.

Is this strictly necessary?

Do you really
think Paris will fall?

You have maps of
fleet movements
in the Atlantic, NID codes,

if you don't burn them now,

you may as well hand them
to the Nazis personally.

Godfrey said to give you this.

He said to keep it safe,

so don't make any stops
at casinos on your way back.

Sir!

- I think I found our vehicle.
- What did I say?

Don't salute me and
don't call me "sir".

- Where did you find it?
- The showroom on
the Boulevard Gouvion.

Like you said,
they didn't like the idea
of a Nazi driving a Rolls.

7.6 litre, 50 horsepower.

Nought to 60 in 10.3 seconds.

At least we'll be
going home in style.

Actually,
there's one more thing
I need to do.

- Shall I radio London?
- No, forget about that.

We have a new mission.

Find Admiral Darlan.

We need his bloody navy.

This is more like it.

With all due respect,
has this come from the top?

Up to a point.

Oh, don't look so worried.

-Tell them I kidnapped you.

Besides, how often
do you get to drive a Rolls?

I've only
just passed my test.

Esmond said,
"Ian's been at war for years.

"Mainly with himself."

I thought women
were the enemy.

- Only his mother.

Have you met her?

I'd rather take on Hitler.

I don't know why I fall
for a man like that.

Ian's a puzzle.

You won't be the first
or the last to wonder.

I just miss him.

He said he'd come and meet me
as soon as he got back.

He absolutely promised.

Men say all sorts of things.

It's just the way they are.

Sometimes they forget.

Sometimes life
isn't complicated.

Sometimes people
mean what they say.

Would it matter if
I really loved him?

The trick is to
never let it show.

Bonsoir , Commander Fleming,
Royal Naval Intelligence.

Is that true, sir?
Are we really here on
Churchill's orders?

What do you think?

Right, this is it, Hepworth.

All or nothing.

Salute me, you bloody idiot.

Ah!

I wondered if
the British would have
the guts to pay me a visit.

What took you so long?

It's not too late, Admiral.

With your help
we can still win this war.

My great grandfather died
at Trafalgar.

Now you come here
demanding our French Navy.

We are allies now.

So let's be
honest with each other,
shall we?

The Nazis are moments away
from Paris. Their next stop
will be Cherbourg.

Maybe it would be to advantage
to speak to our
German friends.

The British
government already suspect

a French plan
to collaborate with the Nazis.

Our air force and warships
are ready to
strike at any moment.

The British will destroy
the entire French fleet

rather than hand it
over to the Nazis.

You are saying
Britain will attack us,
their own allies?

Do you actually have
the authority to negotiate?

- Of course.
- I don't believe it.

You're a boy, playing games
he doesn't understand.

There's only one
possible outcome
to this. Don't be a fool.

You're playing with fire.

Admiral.

Commander Fleming.

Excuse me a moment.

- Sir, he just got into...
- Stay there.

He's driving away, sir.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Get on the radio
and call London.
- Copy that, sir.

- We've
received a message, sir.
- What is it?

Fleming's on his
way to Bordeaux.

He's following Admiral Darlan.

I don't know.
Maybe we should
radio for backup.

Darlan is here somewhere.

I'm not giving up.

Make way,
I'm a British Officer.

Move aside.

I'll deal with this.

Find Darlan. Go!

I found him, sir.
On the docks.

We still have time.

Well,
Darlan's given us his answer.

He'll hand his
fleet to the Germans.

And now we're on our own...
England, I mean.

With the Nazis
only 20 miles away.

Here you are,
sir, Avery Street.

Thank you very much.

- Hello?
- Mu.

- I'm back.

I've been so worried.

It's a bloody mess.
I'll explain when I see you.

I'm coming over. Bye.

Bye, darling.

Your housekeeper let me in.
I hope you don't mind.

What on earth are you doing?
You scared me to death.

I was caught in
a raid last night.

- Was it bad?
- There were
only two survivors.

Just two.
Me and
the Bishop of Lichfield.

Maybe God
answered your prayers.

It wasn't God who saved us.

It was a dining table.

-You're hurt.
-No, I'm...

Just... Just a little shaken.

I want to stay
with you tonight.

- No, I can't. I promised...
- Please, please, please.

We should go to the shelter.

I thought I was
going to die last night.

It wasn't the dying
I was afraid of...

It was dying alone.

There we sit in our
gilded little bird cage,

drinking and
dancing and laughing.

Treating the world as if
it's some wonderful game.

But it isn't, is it?

Not when
the bombs start to fall.

And all you want
is someone to love.

Well, you have a husband,
and a lover.

Don't you love them?

What about you?

Are you in love?

With that blonde girl
who brings you cigarettes.

She needs love and reassurance
like a puppy.

- She's not for you.
- You don't know me.

Or her.

Please.

It's the all clear.

It's over.

- There you go, guv.
- Thank you.

For a sweetheart?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose they are.

Mu?

I didn't know
where else to go.

Esmond will be here soon.

I don't want to be on my own.

I'm sorry.

What do you want from me?

What do I want from you?

You came to see me. Why?

You want me to hold your hand
while you cry
into your whisky.

You want me to tell you that
you've lost your true love.

You only would've
hurt her eventually.

You only love her now
because she's dead.

If she was still alive
you would break
her little heart,

like you do all the rest.

That's just you.
You'll never change.

Perhaps it's better this way.

Is that how you want it? Hmm?
Is that how you want it?

You wouldn't dare.

You wouldn't dare!

Like that? Hmm? Like that?

What's wrong
with you, Fleming?

Are you trying to
get us both sacked?

- You told Admiral
Darlan a pack of lies.
- I didn't lie, I implied.

Don't chop logic with me.

- You still think it's a game.
- War is a game.

One we can't afford to lose.

If I hadn't
helped those refugees,

you'd be looking at reports
of a bloody massacre.

Can't you see that?

What am I
gonna do with you?

I was hoping you'd ask.

- Well?
- Intelligence Commandos.

If the Germans have them,
we need them too.

We have to beat
them at their own game.

Go on.

Well, their commandos go in
and pull out whatever
documents are left behind.

But they send them
in at the frontline.

So,
what if we went one better?

Send our intelligence
commandos in ahead, way ahead.

These aren't soldiers,
these are spies.

Thirty men to start,
more later if needed.

Who's gonna run this unit?

I am.

Will it keep you
out of trouble?

Almost certainly not.

It's a bloody good idea.

Thank you, sir.

I thought you might like
to know, Churchill's given
Darlan an ultimatum,

hand over the French fleet
or we bomb it at anchor.

You have good instincts,
use them.

A little less shouting than
I would've thought.

I think the old
man's gone soft.

Nice bracelet.

Another trophy, I presume.

Hmm.

I'm out of cigarettes.

I use to have someone
who would fetch me...

Would you mind?

On your lunch break.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Thank you.

Ian.

Well, Peter.

Good to see you back.
I hear it was
touch and go out there.

Oh, not really.

You're the hero of the family.

Well, not now.

Desk job.

Congratulations.

Now you chaps are exactly
where we were three years ago.

A complete bloody shambles.

- This is unbelievable.
- Keep your boy
on a leash, Godfrey.

I don't your
mothers will miss you.

She'll break you.

You should join
the winning team.

You see, I'm not
designed for marriage.

You feel blood pumping,
you'll feel faint,

but every moment
is crisp and clear.

Most of us won't
come back alive.

I can hear our man's voice.
We need to feel
how he loves, too.

You really do have rather
a flair for this.

At least we
agree on something.

Sync by Sergie Mercury.