The Halcyon (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

One, two, a-one, two, three, four.

Go on! Just one drink.

- You know I can't.
- You're only the assistant manager.

Love you.

Listen, you.

Don't think that I can't get
another you.

Don't think I'm standing here
just feeling blue...

Still doing your reporting from
behind a martini glass, Mr. O'Hara?

Well, technically, Miss. Garland,
it's bourbon.

Don't know what made me
go and change my mind...

Don't know why I was feeling
so unkind.



Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain calm.

I'm sure it's just another
false alarm.

Quickly, please.

Here we go again.

Check the floors for strays.

This way, please.

- Another place to clean, then.
- Yeah.

- Billy, look at you!
- Mum, leave off.

Wonderful. She's found the Jew.

Do you want to wait outside, Chef?

Not in front of the guests.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a moment, please.

For those of you who have been
rudely awakened, I apologise.

And for those still to go to bed,
you also have my sympathies.



But I assure you,

this is the safest place to be
in the city.

These things are moving fast.

No time left in my hourglass.

No hopes for you and me.

Long gone,
they left without apology.

Nothing can stop these.

Cold clock hands.

From turning.

Pray it won't stop these.

Falling sands.

Raining down.

Are you serious, Tom?

They don't even use them any more.
They've got the Cruiser now.

That's a big pounder, spitting out
100 rounds at the front,

three mounted Vicker machine guns
at the back.

Yeah, I know that!

Can, c'est Francais, oui?
Une francaise. Bien.

Je suis desolee. Je suis desolee,
de vous avoir fait attendre la.

Oui, je suis desolee.

Chef needs these ingredients.

He does know there's a war on,
right?

More families coming from
France every day.

A lot don't even speak English.

At this rate we'll be
running to capacity.

Remember to breathe occasionally.

I still feel like I'm wearing
someone else's shoes.

He's... here, Mr. Garland.

Apparently the Count has already
checked out of the Dorchester

and the Savoy.

As long as nobody interferes
with my job,

I'm sure he'll have
a long and happy stay with us.

Your Excellency.

Lady Hamilton...

You are even more radiant than
your reputation led me to believe.

You're very kind.

And we're honoured
that you chose our hotel.

Emma, the Regent Suite, please.

Mr. D'Aberville.

When did you and His Excellency
travel from France?

We left the Cote D'Azur
two weeks ago,

just ahead of the pack.

The German wolves
snapping at our heels.

Only a matter of time
before they reach Paris.

If there's anything
His Excellency needs,

please contact either me
or Miss. Garland.

He'll need something.

He always needs something.

You're not exactly
a ray of sunshine.

I thought I could do this job.

I snapped at Chef
in front of everyone.

I keep saying the wrong thing
at the wrong time.

That's because
you're thinking about him.

I'm not thinking about Freddie.

Then how did you know
'him' was him?

How's he getting on, anyway?

I don't know.

I haven't heard from him
since he left the base.

I appreciate you boys letting me
take a look around.

So, you're the gentleman that
Freddie hit, aren't you?

Well, it was a sucker punch.

And I guess I was the sucker.

So, I wanted to start by asking you

about the withdrawal at Dunkirk.

We did our best to provide cover,
no matter what anyone says.

I'm not disagreeing.

I'm just trying to understand.

Well, maybe that's
the best place to start.

Let people know how it feels
to be one of you,

in this situation, at this time.

That's the last of your...

luggage, Your Excellency.

Do you know what this is?

Well, it's a erm...

A gun, sir.

This is my family heirloom.

My great-grandfather
went to fight for Napoleon III.

Have you ever held a gun?

No.

Neither had he.

On his first day,
they gave him this weapon.

It never left his side.

Not even when he came home.

Saved his life many times.

See, my great-grandfather knew that,

beneath our veneer of
respectability,

all men are savages.

What is your name?

Billy, sir.

Thank you, Billy.

Billy's all wide-eyed and excited.

He's only turned 18 today

and already he's put in a request
for the Royal Engineers.

I suppose he feels it's his duty.

They were the sewer rats
of the last war.

Came home in pieces.

If they came home at all.

Switchboard.

Of course, Your Excellency.
I have the manager right here.

He has sent back the tete de veau
twice already.

I have made it with gribiche
and I have made it with ravigote,

and each one was top notch.

Perhaps if you were to bring
the next dish to him yourself.

Right.

So, you expect me to bend and scrape
in front of that chump?

I am so glad
we understand each other.

Did you make this?

No. It was our head chef.

I think there is
some fire in the eyes

of my little Austrian friend.

Please, speak your mind.

We are just two poor refugees,
far from our homes.

This is the third time
the dish has been cooked for you.

There are people on rations,
starving,

and you're tossing away good food
like the world hasn't changed.

But the world has not changed.

Not for me, at least.

It has merely... shifted latitude.

The government wants you
to work for them? Really?

Please keep your voice down.

Trading it all in to become
a civil servant.

- At least you dress the part.
- Thank you, Mother.

You grew up so fast.

Both of you.

Lady Hamilton.

- May I?
- Of course.

You don't remember me, do you?

It was a few years ago.

Yes. Of course I do.

No recollection at all.

I'm so sorry.

Weren't you one of
Dobby Tucker's set?

And now the good lady
adds insult to injury.

- I'll have a coffee, please.
- Yes, sir.

Well, obviously, as a woman of taste
and good manners,

you find gossip abhorrent.

Absolutely. I can't stand it.

Then I should warn you in advance,

because you were the one
who brought up Dobby Tucker.

Now, let me tell you...

Dis pas ca, c'est pas possible!

On me I'a vole, j'en suis sur!
On me I'a vole!

Quelqu'un a vole!

Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Excellence?

My gun! Stolen from my room
by one of your staff!

You're disappointed.

You came here with your story
already written.

Yeah? What story's that?

'Those poor young pilots,
fearful of the coming conflict.'

All right, all right.

But with the situation in France,
and Britain being next in line,

there's gotta be some trepidation.

There's no space for fear
in the cockpit, Mr. O'Hara.

What's happening?

We're air cover for ships,
evacuating our people from France.

I thought the evacuation was over.
In Dunkirk, yes. But St Nazaire,

Nantes, we've still got
a lot of men out there.

That sounds dangerous.
Don't worry about me, Mr. O'Hara.

This is a very serious situation.

I know guests like the Count
can be difficult.

But if he says the gun is priceless,
we must accept that at face value.

And the only people
with access to his room

are us, the staff.

Funny, innit?

Nothing ever went missing before.

Then er... Herr Klein shows up.

I did not take the gentleman's gun!
You were in his room.

Should have seen him
when he came back.

Acting strange.

Most of the kitchen staff
act strange.

- Hardly a basis for guilt.
- Why not look in his locker, then?

We're not turning this
into a witch-hunt.

You could look in mine as well.
Look in them all.

This is wrong.

Mr. Klein was the last
member of staff to be seen

in the Count's room,
and if there's nothing to hide...

Very clean locker, Mrs. Hobbs.
Just get to the German's!

Chef!

Well, there's no gun.

These belonged to the late
Lord Hamilton.

Mr. Klein,
why are they in your locker?

It's always the quiet ones.

Miss. Garland, inform the police.

Miss. Garland!

That's what you were doing
during the siren.

Taking the cufflinks.

I'm sorry, Miss. Garland.

It is my family.

I had... I had no choice.

It was the only way
I could get enough money.

One a week for the past two months.

Sent to his wife and daughter,
to where they're hiding in France.

Each letter has been returned,
undelivered, unopened.

Well, there's a simple answer
to that, then. You can't do that.

Well, you shouldn't do that,
but yeah, you can.

It's simple, you just, you know...

Mr. O'Hara, I just wanted
your professional opinion.

Do you think he was trying
to get money to...

To bring his family over here?
Yeah. I'd bet on it.

They're rounding up the Jews
in Europe,

and France isn't exactly
sympathetic.

I feel for the guy.

No, thank you.

Hey, be careful, though.

Because?

I know that look.

Mr. O'Hara, you do not know my looks.

You're thinking of getting involved.

- Maybe.
- You check the temperature out there.

People are increasingly suspicious
about foreigners.

You're a foreigner!

You know what I mean.

Of course. Foreigners!

Austrians. Jews.

Not good, clean-living Americans.

Wonderful, another lecture!

- First Freddie and now you.
- Wait. You saw him today?

Yeah, I went to the airfield.

I wanted to interview
some of the pilots, you know,

get out from behind my beloved
martini glass.

How is he? Is he in danger?

Well, they're flyboys, aren't they?

What does that mean?

You know, I grew up in this place...

Farmersville, Illinois.

Anyway, there was this kid.

Danny Pacelli.

He played ball, ran track.

I never seen anyone so confident
in my life.

Like nothing bad
could ever touch him.

Freddie reminded me of him.

A lot.

Chef.

Billy.

One moment, please.

Sit.

Did you really think
you could get away with it?

What? This is the kitchen, son!

We see and hear everything.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you...

You can't hide your birthday
from the Halcyon, boy!

Happy birthday dear Billy.

Happy birthday to you.

Come on! Make a wish, come on.

You tried champagne before?

An example of the Barbizon School.

Realism over romanticism.

Lord Hamilton chose it.

Though I doubt he ever gave it
a second glance.

I find it dreary. Like a wet Sunday.

Then why is it still here?

Lady Hamilton, surely you're not
waiting for permission

to make changes to your own hotel?

Allow me.

There we are.

- Done.
- You are very wicked.

She's doing this to provoke me.

Or maybe she's just
enjoying her freedom.

That woman doesn't enjoy anything.

Apparently she enjoys provoking you.

Mr. Garland. Er... Mrs... Mum.

Billy...

When are his papers due?

Any day now.

There's nothing I can do, is there?

Nothing anyone can do.

Well, yeah, I do know a fella.

But?

Messing with call-ups...

Some might say
that's a bit unpatriotic.

We look after our own.

I'll get in contact with him, then.

Good.

I'll erm...

need you to keep watch tonight.

We shouldn't rely on
the air raid sirens.

Will I get time-and-a-half for that?

I hoped you might do it
out of a sense of duty.

Well, we look after our own, Mr. G.

You worry too much.

You know what they say?

It'll all be over by Christmas.

So YOU took the gun?
Shh! In here.

I thought you were acting strange.
Where is it now?

- I've hidden it.
- Bloody hell, Billy!

I've... I've never held one before.

I was gonna return it later,
when I had the chance.

- Then all hell broke loose.
- Does anybody else know?

No.

When they do...

I'm gonna lose my job.

I won't be allowed in the army.

God. My mum's gonna kill me.

- Give it back, then.
- Yeah, and say what, though?

Say nothing.

Just need to put the gun somewhere
in the Count's room.

Wait till he's having lunch
tomorrow, right?

I'm not saying
what Max did was right.

He stole from Lady Hamilton.

This isn't something that can be
just washed away.

But if he was trying to
help his family, then...

We must be seen as united on this.

Is that why you wanted me
to take this job?

To have someone to blindly
back you up, no matter what?

- Is that all I'm meant to be?
- Of course not.

Well, then,
at least let me speak to him!

- The matter is closed.
- You're forbidding me?

As what? My parent? Or my superior?

Both. Are we clear?

Crystal, Mr. Garland.

So, Mr. Hamilton's a working man now?

Yes. Start next week.

Can't help feeling they've made
a terrible mistake,

accepting me into the War Office.

- This... is confidence in a glass.
- OK.

You know,
some people drink to forget.

I say...

drink to remember.

To remember what?

I don't know.

Maybe that being Toby Hamilton
is something pretty special.

You all right there, Toby?

Not so bad, Mr. O'Hara.

Bourbon on the rocks.
Make that two.

- Housekeeping.
- Come.

I'm sure it'll turn up.

I know you must be feeling
like it won't,

but it's like my mam always says.

Always in the last place
you look for it.

Your kindness is much appreciated.

My mam also says that a smile
doesn't cost anything.

What is your name?

Kate, sir.

You...

have a light.

It shines from within you.

A kindness.

A warmth.

Please.

It would be of comfort.

You scratched me!

I opened one of Max's letters.

One of the guests helped me
translate some of it.

Something tells me it pulled
on the old heart strings.

How would you feel if the people
you cared about were in danger,

and there was so little
you could do to help them?

Well, I've got a rule.

Only one person I care about.

Yourself?

Well, actually,
I was referring to Mr. Jim Beam,

but that's a good answer, too.

Look, I'm making a point.

You're an assistant manager
in a hotel.

There's only so much you can do.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

I apologise for the interruption.

The French have laid down
their arms...

and asked Germany
for an armistice.

It'll be signed
in the next few days,

but as of now,

France has effectively fallen.

I am so sorry to be the bearer of...
such awful news.

Thank you.

It shouldn't be too long now.
Thank you so much.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
for your patience.

Britain stands alone now.
There's no-one else.

We still have our army,
our ships, our air force.

That kid I told you about
from my hometown, Danny Pacelli.

He joins the Marines
straight after high school.

He ships off to Nicaragua.

Two weeks later...

they send him back in a box
with a flag draped over it.

He was just a kid.
But that's what they do.

They send out the kids.
Like Freddie and his squad.

They're more than that.
They've been trained.

That won't make a difference.
They're outnumbered.

Stop it.

To go up against the Germans
in the sky with what they've got?

- They don't stand a chance.
- I said stop it!

You're not helping.

All right. You wanna see Max?

Well, let's go see Max.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.

What were France's
terms of surrender?

We don't... we don't know yet.

You must tell them to release me.
That I'm sorry.

More than ever,
I must find a way to help my family.

Max, you stole from the hotel.

From Lady Hamilton herself.

The cufflinks would have lain
in a drawer...

dusty and unused.

They compare us to vermin.

To rats.

My daughter is seven years old.

And because she is Jewish...

she is seen as
worse than an animal.

She's not even a person.

And if they have taken her...

Please, Miss. Garland.

You're the only hope I have.

Get me out of here.

I understand there was er...

an incident with the Count.

Best forgotten.

Are you sure everything's OK?

Just not seemed yourself
the last few days.

Yeah, 'course I am.
Not done nothin'.

'Not done anything'.

Excellent.

Just the man I was looking for.

I believe these are
your call-up papers, Billy.

Well, that's not right. They've...

They've assigned me to
the Royal Artillery.

Just round the bloody corner
at Hyde Park. I'm...

I'm meant to be with the engineers,
out where the action is.

I suppose the army has to look at

how best to distribute
their resources.

Why did the letter come here?

Should've gone to the house.

- Did you do this?
- Billy!

- I promise, I don't know anything...
- I ain't a child no more.

I am so sorry.

I had no idea how upset he'd be.

You've... nothing to be sorry about.

You are officially awful!

Sorry. I thought we were
supposed to be

having breakfast together
this morning.

There's plenty of room at the table.

Mr. D'Aberville is a terrible person

and I want you to ignore
everything he says.

Toby does very important work
for the government.

Or so he tells me.

We were commiserating
over the situation in France.

Well, yes.
It's most distressing.

I know, I know.
I mean, where are they gonna find

decent Sauerkraut in Paris?

Erm... the Count's due to go
for his lunch in a bit.

Gonna put the gun back then.
I just need you to keep watch.

Er... I can't.

I don't wanna go up there.

What? Come on!
You said that you'd help me, Kate...

What happened?

Kate? What...

He was upset.

I was just being nice, but then...

He wouldn't let me go, kept...

pushing himself against me
and then...

he kissed me.

We'll erm...

- We'll go and tell Mr. Garland right...
- No!

Billy, don't.

No-one's gonna believe me.

He's the Count, and I'm...

nobody.

No. Don't say that. You're not.

And I'm not gonna let him
do that to you.

What's the point?
There's nothing you can do.

Just... forget it.

It doesn't matter.

Young William.

I believe they teach you to knock
before entering, yes?

I've got your gun.

That's wonderful!
Wherever did you find it?

William?

Hand over my property.

- She felt sorry for you.
- Who?

Kate! The chambermaid.

There are things
you need to learn about women.

What they say
and what they really want.

No. I don't have to learn anything.
I'm not a child.

What you did, it...
it was wrong and...

- You like her.
- No. It's not about that.

Maybe you are angry
because she wanted a man.

Not a pathetic, mewling baby,

one who shivers and shakes
with fear.

Now, give me what is mine!

This place is meant to be secure.

An oasis from the outside world.

And what do you do?
You threaten a guest.

A count, for God's sake,

with his own gun
that you stole from him!

If word of this gets out...

It's Kate.

What?

What about Kate?

Now, I have no wish to shame her,
but...

to be threatened like that
by the boy?

No. That shall not stand.

I want him arrested.

And I want financial restitution.

More and more royalty are fleeing
Europe every day.

We want them to know that
the Halcyon is their safe haven,

a place they will be taken care of.

Do you feel he acted
inappropriately?

He's a titled man!

Do you feel he acted
inappropriately?

I feel that he disrespected me
and he disrespected my hotel.

Then may I have a free hand
to deal with him as I see fit?

As long as there are
no repercussions.

I'm glad we can work together.

Mr. Garland, you will be
getting your hands dirty,

whilst mine remain
sparkling and clean.

Before he came here,

the Count stayed at both
the Dorchester and the Savoy.

Seems odd that he'd change hotels
twice in eight days.

Well, he is very particular.

The incident with our chambermaid...

It isn't the first time
this has happened, is it?

He won't back down from his demands.

Because he thinks
we won't go public with this.

You wouldn't betray the
confidentiality of your guests.

- Nobody would ever stay here again.
- You're right. We wouldn't.

But there is an American.

Mr. O'Hara.

Journalist.

Quite popular on the wireless.

Always on the lookout for a story.

I would hate to see your name
dragged into this.

Well, I could explain it to him

in a way that would
make him go quietly.

And what would you want in return?

Well, the Count left
a sizeable deposit for his suite.

I'd like to use it for
a more modest room for myself.

You're leaving his service?

War tends to put things
into perspective.

So, how are you finding
your new position?

It's a challenge,

but I feel I'm starting
to get to grips with it.

Of course, you're totally
unsuited to the job.

I don't say it to be cruel.
You're too soft around the edges.

Your father...

even with all his faults,

isn't afraid to make enemies.

So, now would be the wrong time
to talk to you about Mr. Klein?

- He's the kitchen porter...
- The Austrian who stole from me.

Yes, I know who Herr Klein is.

He has a family in France.

A wife. A daughter.

What he did was wrong, but...

he was desperate.

And you want me to forgive him?

To allow him to return?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because my father is against it.

Waiting for someone?

I made a decision about Mr. Klein.

You went behind my back.

Clever.

Using me as leverage
with her Ladyship.

I wouldn't have thought of that.

Are you angry?

- You undermined me.
- I couldn't think of any other way.

As your manager,
I am not happy at all.

As your father...

I'm a little impressed.

Proud, even.

- But angry.
- Exactly.

Mr. Klein.

Mr. Garland.

You're late for work.

Please stop by my office later.

We'll discuss how we can try
to locate your family.

- Thank you.
- Yes, yes. No need for that.

Miss. Garland has shown
great support for you.

Please don't let her down.

Of course, sir.

You can do that again.

No.

No.

That thieving piece of shit
is not working in my kitchen.

Mr. Klein is rejoining us.

I'm not discussing this
with the bloody receptionist.

I fought in the Great War.

We thought that was it.

But it isn't, is it?

It's starting all over again.

I appreciate that.

But I believe we must be measured
by our compassion

and not our suspicion or fear.

I don't give a fig what you believe,
Garland.

This is not a negotiation.

It's him or me.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Chef, er... maybe let it lie?

Very well.

Miss. Garland.

I leave this situation
in your capable hands.

I apologise, Mr. Parry.

You've left me with little choice.

Please clear out your locker.

Robbie.

The head chef station is yours.

Mr. Klein.

Sous chef.

If that meets with
Robbie's approval?

Y-yeah.

I'll try and get some.

Here we go.

What? What is it?

Take her away.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

You've got knees. Do it yourself.

Your Excellency.

I'm so sorry to hear about
your premature departure.

England is finished, Mr. Garland.

Soon your hotel will be little more
than rubble and dust.

We can't put a stage in here.

We'll need something.
I've gotta have space to perform.

Especially if we keep ending up
down here.

Couldn't you just lie
on top of the piano or something?

- That might work.
- No! That was a joke.

I don't know. It could be good.

See?

The big boss agrees with me.

Break her heart,
I'll break your face.

Lovely to have you back,
Lord Hamilton.

How are you?

I've... I've only got an hour.

But I just...

I needed to see you.

What is it? What's happened?

I couldn't make a difference.

They came out of the sun.

And they just opened up
their machine guns

on the survivors in the water.

We...

We just couldn't stop them.

But you'll keep trying.

I don't know what's going to
happen to us all, but...

there's something I've been
wanting to do for a long time.

Was that it?

I'm hoping it was,
because otherwise...

'Everything is changing.

You can feel it in the air.

As I pass through London,

I see it on the faces
of the men and women around me.

Things are different.

Now that France has fallen,
Britain is next in line.

But I don't think
that means they're finished.

Not by a long shot.

They might be scared,
but they won't let fear win the day.

That's the thing I'm learning
about the Brits.

That they know how to make the best
of a bad situation.

They'll pull together.

They'll look out for each other

and they'll surprise themselves
along the way.'

'I don't think it'll be easy,

and I don't envy those
on the front line.

But I know this.

Whatever the coming days and weeks
may bring...

- they'll do their best...'
- Ready.

'...to their very last breath.'

For the people of Britain...

the war is finally coming home.