Fleming (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript

You see, I'm not
designed for marriage.

Ann means everything to me.

- Your team,
did they win or lose?
- Win.

Congratulations.
You've survived training.

You seem to be
under the impression
you're going with them.

You should join
the winning team.

I'm not interested
in being somebody's widow.

I like being married.

30 Assault
Unit is being expanded.

- And the bad news?
- They're taking
it away from us.

They're relieving
me of my command.



- It's Ian, isn't it?
- Don't.

Esmond. He's going to
ask me to marry him.

Ah, Monday.
They said I'd find you here.

Have you done
something with your hair?
You look wonderful.

It's the same as it ever was.

What do you want, Fleming?

Can a man not pay a woman
a compliment without her
assuming an ulterior motive?

Thank you very much.
My hair accepts
the compliment.

Well, since you asked,
there is a favour
you could do me.

I knew it.

I need a signature.

Uh-uh, not yours.

Admiral Rushbrooke's.

The old man's far too busy.



You know I can't do that.
It would cost me my job.

Oh, come on, Monday.
Live dangerously.

On your head be it.

Thank you.

I don't know
whether you noticed,

but there's something
rather special about this pen?

Really?

And that, gentlemen,
is the future of
military espionage.

Interesting.

I'd love to try that
on my wife sometime.

You all right, Monday?

Monday?

I thought it was
a demonstration.

You didn't have to use
the real damn thing on her.

Oh, she'll be all right.

Won't you, Monday?

What happened?

First, I poisoned
you with nerve gas,
then I stole your identity.

You bloody sod.

What a tawdry, cheap stunt.

It has
the stamp of Ian Fleming
all over it.

A gas pistol
disguised as a fountain pen,

a shaving brush
with secret cavities?

You can't win
an intelligence war with toys.

I disagree.

You have to give people
tools for the job.

A few magic tricks.

I just want to
win the fucking war.

Hitler's on the run,
the Soviets will soon
trample him like a rat.

We don't need exploding pens,
we need a game changer.

Something that'll finish it
once and for all.

The atomic bomb,
in other words.

You see? We both have
our own magic tricks.

How far off are you?

You know I
can't tell you that.

Months. Possibly weeks.

And the Germans?

You know, I'm pretty sure
we're ahead of them.

This is a list of
all the information

our commandos in Germany
have found so far.

One thing is wrong,
there is not a single item

related to
the Nazi nuclear project.

The Americans haven't heard
anything either.

This question is becoming
an obsession to you, isn't it?

There's no Nazi programme,
or we would've heard about it.

Are you willing
to take that risk?

Berlin's about to fall.
This will soon all be over.

I disagree.
This is just the beginning.

Good to see you, sir.

It's just as I remember.

I wondered whether
to come, you know.

I almost convinced myself
I wouldn't miss the place.

Or the people.

What about you?
Still up to your tricks?

On occasion.

It's not the same.

Ah, Godfrey, there you are.

Excuse me.

So, this is it.

Hitler all but defeated.

I suppose we should be happy.

You're not still
angry with me, are you?

I should be.

But, as peace seems to be
in vogue, perhaps,
we should call it a truce.

The spirit of
goodwill and all that.

Aren't you going to join me?

What are you looking at?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Perhaps it's staring you
straight in the face,
hidden in plain sight.

What's wrong?
Have I got
something in my teeth?

Yes, of course.

Oh, you've got that look
in your eye again. Sir!

I just don't understand it.

We found nothing in the west,
nothing along here...

Why?

Nuclear secrets
need a good hiding place.

Perhaps
the Nazis destroyed them,
perhaps they moved them,

perhaps they never even
had them at all
in the first place.

Maybe they're over here
in no man's land.

In which case, the Russians
will get to them first.

I just cannot understand why

trucks have been seen
fleeing from Wiesenburg,

Weisenfeld...

- And Altenburg.
- And Altenburg.
All heading southeast,

away from their military
stronghold, caught between us
and the Russians.

If they went any further,
they'd be in
Russian territory.

It has to be.

It's been staring at me
right in the bloody face,

where the lines intersect.

Tambach.

It's the only explanation.

They're being moved.

That's why our commanders
couldn't find
anything on the ground.

There are reports of trucks
heading southeast from
sites we uncovered.

I've narrowed the area down.

- Are you drunk, Fleming?
- No, sir.

Well, you should be.
Come on, man.

The world will still be there
for you to save
in the morning.

The Russians are
almost at Tambach.

If they get hold
of the documents...

Yes, we'll
discuss it in Committee.
The Russians are our allies.

With respect, sir, I disagree.

The Russians are in
it for themselves.

I hate to say it, he's right.

You can't ignore him.

Not this time.

You're as mad as each other.

- Is this a hunch?
- Something more.

If we could get there
before the Russians
and the Americans,

it would be
a feather in your cap.

Maybe, but it's a risk.
A bloody big risk.

We're running out of time.
Send me or I'll
hand in my resignation.

I'll wait for your decision.

I want to know what
you're thinking of
doing after the war.

Peter thinks you should
go back to stockbroking.

Peter is wrong.
I'd rather stick
hot pins in my eyes,

thank you very much.

We get away with
certain things in wartime,

certain ways of living.

But that's coming
to an end now, Ian.

You have to let
go of all that.

You have to
consider your future,
your good name.

Especially
concerning that woman.

I take it you are
still seeing her.

I take it you already know.
Otherwise you wouldn't ask me.

Well, maybe it's time you
stopped running around with
that society whore.

I shall do as I see fit.

Sometimes I despair.
You live in a fantasy world.

Lies and inventions.
Nobody believes
a word you tell them.

You wonder where I
get it from, do you?

Eton, sports day, 1925.

Shall I continue?

You returned
from months abroad
with a little baby girl.

You said you adopted her
because you only had sons,
but everybody knew.

They laughed at you.

They laughed at Peter,
they laughed at all of us.

You had a lover.

- That baby was yours.
- It is not the time and place.

All of my lives
are based on lies,
especially yours,

so don't ever pretend
you're better than me,

and you don't you dare
ever lecture me on Ann.

# If I didn't care... #

Will we carry on
dancing forever?

- I can't keep
putting Esmond off.
- Why not?

You don't seem to realise.

I want to be married.

And have a husband,
a father for my children.

I will not have people
talking about me
behind my back.

- Who cares what people say?
- I do.

It's different for a woman.

# Then darling,
why do I thrill? #

I know you love
me in your own way.

# What is it
that makes my head
go round and round? #

Don't you?

# Whilst my heart
just stands still #

The war will be over soon.

Celebrations will start.

And finish.

Then what?

I have something to tell you.

I may be going away.

Perhaps for some time.

Congratulations.

It's what you wanted,
isn't it?

To see some action.
Play the hero.

To prove myself.

To show that I'm
good for something.

That's what my
husband thought.

He wanted to be a hero.

Didn't do him
much good in the end.

Go to war.

I may not be here
when you return.

Don't answer that.

Hello.

It looks like you might have
a war after all. He said yes.

- Good luck, Ian.
- Thank you, sir.

This means a lot to me.

Yes, you can thank me
when you're home
again safe and sound.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

You don't have to tell me.

You've got what
you always wanted.

Not yet.

I'll come back for you.

I promise.

- Fleming.
- I know who you are.

What the hell are you
doing here?

You're talking to
a senior officer.

We don't need
Whitehall amateurs
coming over here,

telling us how to
tie our shoelaces.

One man, a vehicle.
That's all I need.

The shooting
party isn't over yet.

Do yourself a favour,
get on the next
plane back to London.

Remember me?

What's it like out there?

You don't want to know.

Why the hell are you
coming with me, then?

You're an arsehole, sir.

You're a danger to yourself
and everybody around you.

- Thank you.
- But...

If you hadn't have picked me
out of the brig for 30 AU,

I'd still be there, or worse.

One good turn
deserves another, eh?

Since I'm putting my neck
on the line for you,

I don't suppose
you'd mind telling me
what we're searching for.

Nazi documents.

Nuclear secrets.

Everything's
vanished from here.

It's all been
loaded into trucks
and driven away.

Trucks fleeing from the front,
trying to escape the Russians.

They're heading east.

East.

And how'd you know this?

The German petty officer
in the engineering branch.

I need to talk to him.

Give me five
minutes alone with him
and a knuckle duster

- and I'll get
you what you need.
- Christ.

We're not barbarians.

What do we know about him?

He keeps asking for
his wife and child.

Says he won't speak
until he sees them.

We might need to
bring them here.

Ah, that could be tricky.

They died in a bombing raid
a few days ago.

Does he know that?

You see?

That wasn't so hard, was it?

What?

We got our answer, didn't we?

I didn't even
leave a mark on him.

I don't know about that.

Thank you.

I wondered if you'd hear
what I had to say.

You didn't have to
accept my invitation.

I was curious.

I hope you don't mind if
I speak frankly.
It will save time.

Ian.

He's not for you.

I don't understand.

I know him

the way nobody else can.

My son will not marry you.

You must be mistaken.

Ian has not asked
me to marry him.

No, he never will.

But he might ask
you to wait for him,
and that would be a mistake.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I want to help you.

You probably think
you're in love with him.

But he can never
return that love.

He simply loses interest.

Something stopped in him
when his father died.

Ian likes his women to suffer.

The agony of hope,
that's his speciality.

Thank you for your advice.

I'll offer some more.

Marry Rothermere at once

or regret it for
the rest of your life.

Hold it.
Stop right there.

Okay.

Papers.

What the hell is
the British Navy
doing out here?

It's none of your business.

That's signed by
General Patton. Should be all
you need to know.

You know what this is?

The front line.

Word is the German Army
is about to surrender.

Only no one thought to tell
the men you'll meet out there.

Ever hear of the Werewolves?

Nazi soldiers who want to
carry on the fight.

They'll slit your throats
and keep you
alive just for fun.

Beyond them, the Russians.

They make the Germans
look like schoolgirls.

Understand?

I wish you good luck.

Maybe offer you an escort
for a few miles,

but, hey,
it's none of my business.

- Open up!
- Sir.

About 70 miles to go, I'd say.

How are we for fuel?

It's no' the fuel
I'm worried aboot.

Werewolves?

They would've attacked us
already if they existed
at all, wouldn't they?

It's safer to
ambush us in the dark.

Or maybe they're
more interested
in where we're going.

- Are you sure about this?
- Yes, of course.

- Based on what, exactly?
- A hunch.

A hunch?

- A very strong hunch.
- Christ!

Pull over here.

That's just ridiculous.
We're lost, aren't we?

It has to be here somewhere.

I'm right.
I bloody well know I am.

Come on, you've had your
taste of adventure. Go home.

Tell the girls that
you defeated Hitler
all by yourself.

The rest of us have
got a war to finish.

Wasting our bloody time here.

Care to make a wager on it?

No sign of any guards.

You sound disappointed.

Christ.

If they didn't know
we were here before,
they do now.

They were supposed to move
the documents to
a safer location,

but it was too late.

The Werewolves told me to
destroy the whole archive or
they would kill me.

My life's work.

Look at this.

From Bremen.

Top secret,
dated six months ago.
This is it.

This is exactly
what we've been looking for.

Brought in the trucks,
like I said.

Yes,
it can go back that way, too.

- Your English is very good.
- Thank you.

I served at the London Embassy
in Belgrave Square.

Your legacy,
you could help us save it.

We'll protect you.

I give you my word.

We have to move. Now.

You keep watch.

You load the truck.
I'll look for that
assistant of yours.

Oh, don't worry about him.
He's harmless.

I'll be the judge of that.

Fuck!

I'll delay them.

Run!

I don't like it,
we're heading
towards the Russian lines.

The road bends
west in a few miles.

It may be too late by then.

Leave the talking to me.

There's no need for this.
I'm a British officer.

I'm a British officer.

Look...

My papers.

See?

And him?

British, too?

German.

You can go.

Thank you.

But not the German.

He'll stay with us.

And that's the story,
from start to finish.

The boys are going
through the files now.

It could be the breakthrough
we've been looking for.

Your story is a disgrace.

You put the mission in
jeopardy, and a good man
died because of you.

This tale of
Nazis and gun battles,

pure bloody fiction,
I don't believe a word of it.

If I hadn't taken any risks,

those nuclear secrets
would be in
Russian hands by now.

You showed a complete
lack of discipline.

Well,
I can't say I'm surprised.

Godfrey was a soft touch.

Time and again,
you pulled
the wool over his eyes.

You ruined his career,
you made him look weak.

Well, that's not going to
happen with me.

I have a good mind to
have you court martialed.

I've saved you the trouble.

I resigned my
commission two hours ago.

No point hanging around
when you're not wanted.

Good day, sir.

So you're resigning.

I'll miss you.

What you told Rushbrooke,
hell of a story.

It was, wasn't it?

Was it true?

I actually read all
the field reports.

I may have enhanced
one or two of the details.

Maybe it wasn't all true.

Should've been there.

It was a bloody
good story, wasn't it?

This is for you.

Delivered yesterday. I suppose
they thought we'd
know where you were.

Thank you.

She brought it personally.

Well...

I suppose this is it.

Goodbye, Mr. Fleming.
It's been
a privilege working with you.

Likewise.

I don't know what
I'm going to do without you.

I don't know.

I'm sure you'll manage.

It's me.

I thought you might
like to know, I'm back.

I need to see you.

Congratulations.

I'm sure Esmond
will be very happy.

I had a foolish idea you were
coming to persuade me

to call the whole thing off.

Is that what you wanted?

Maybe I did.

Was it foolish?

Expecting you to change.

I knew what
the rules were, but...

Maybe I allowed myself to hope
that things
could be different.

And would you
have called it off?

I think it's time
we both stop pretending.

Not sure that I know how.

Oh, you love me

in your twisted way.
I know you do.

And you know how
I feel about you.

Tomorrow,

I will be Esmond's wife.

And everything will change.

I'm sorry.

I have nothing to offer you.

Not even a spy any more.

I've never heard
you apologise before.

You make me want to hope
for something, anything.

Don't torture me with hope.

It's easier this way.

Let's say I don't love you.

And you don't love me.

It's easy.

I don't love you.

I don't...

Love you.

See how brave I am.

I won't even cry.

I have to go.

Ian, old chap.

All set for tomorrow?

All set, just off.

You must come and
see us in the country.

Ann's got all sorts of plans.

She's going to be
a formidable wife.

Look, I know she's
had feelings for you.

I won't hold that against you.
Either of you.

- What's past is past, eh?
- Yes.

The best man won.

You see?

That wasn't so hard.

Actually, it was the hardest
thing I have ever had
to do in my life.

But it was my choice,
no one else's.

I need a drink.

Some party.

We made it.

Yes, we did.

I can't believe it's over.

How was it out there?

It wasn't as I imagined.

Nothing turns
out how you think.

What are you going to do now?

I was thinking of getting
a house by the sea.

Somewhere hot.

Maybe I'll sit down and write.

Follow in your footsteps.

I thought you
might get married.

Ann's just upstairs, you know.

I saw her earlier.
I thought you might
want to say hello.

# Sometimes I wonder

# Why I spend

# The lonely night

# Dreaming of a song

# The melody haunts my reverie

# And I am once
again with you... #

My God.

I think I've made
a dreadful mistake.

Then what are you waiting for?

Go to her.

Ebury Street, please.

I'm sorry.

I thought you
were someone else.

Excuse me.

Maybe some other time.

So, tell me about this writing
you plan to do.

I had an idea for a novel.

A novel?

You'll probably hate it.

The spy story to
end all spy stories.

And what's your
spy gonna be like?

Commander in the navy?

He can be whoever
I want him to be.

A hero,

a lover, a brute...

Irresistible to women.

- He always gets the girls.
- So, fiction, then.

Got a name for him?

Do you remember that game
we used to play at school?

We'd mix up each other's
first and last names to
create something new.

I thought I'd
take a couple of boys
from my house.

James Aitken and Harry Bond.

- So, he'll be called...
- Aitken.

Harry Aitken.

Bond. That's what
you should call him,
not Aitken.

Bond.

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