The Hour (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript

I don't know what you want from me.
You have more power than you think.

Your lady - I don't trust her.
Take care of it.

Get out while you can, Kiki. Promise
me. You can get free from all this.

So can you.

Guess who is on
Mr Tufnell's board of directors?

Raphael Cilenti. And the name

of the company in line to
secure a million-pound contract
on the bases, post the NATO summit?

Tufnell Engineering.

The Chancellor is going to resign.
McCain has offered us the exclusive.

Why is Mr McCain giving this to us?

OK. Somewhere, Cilenti
is pulling McCain's strings.



What if we're about to go live
with the story Cilenti wants us
to run? Too damned late.

'Opening the Commons'
defence debate yesterday,
newly-appointed Defence Minister,

'Mr Howard Satchell, told ministers
that, until there's agreement
on disarmament,

'any major attack from Russia,
even with conventional forces alone,
would have to be met

'with nuclear weapons. Without
such devices, the West would have
to submit to defeat and occupation.

'American missiles in Britain are
essential, not only to the safety'

'of the country,
but also to affirming a commitment
to a nuclear alliance

'with the United States of America.'

'Now for news from home and the body
of a woman has been found in a back
street of London's West End.

'The woman, in her twenties, has yet
to be identified, but is believed
to be foreign to the country.

'The Metropolitan Police suspect
she was murdered. Detectives are
appealing to the public for help.

'The rise of...'

Bastards.

Still no Mrs Lyon?



She's, um, still with friends.

Better scrub it off
before she gets back. I'm sorry.

It's not going to wipe
the smile off my face today.

You're hiding something.

Want a lift?

Sissy? Not in yet.
Miss Rowley, I was just wondering...

Not now. When she gets here, tell her
to try Miss Ramirez again. Mrs
Williams, CND, is in your office.

She's very forceful. And?

You're late! Sorry. Sorry.

Miss Ramirez, try her at home
and try her at the club.
I already... Try her again! OK.

Henrietta Williams. I just
read her article in The Granta. Did
you listen to the radio this morning?

Yes. Why?

Apologies for keeping you waiting.

Someone's rattled today. A brilliant
write-up on the Chancellor scoop.

Not a scoop. A plant, Miss Storm.

Has anyone spoken to McCain yet?
Randall asked me to hold fire.

Ha-ha! Which you ignored.
He's not taking my calls.
Do they mention me anywhere?

No, but Mr Brookes from
the Chronicle is very much
in love with Hector's hair.

The toys they are playing with
arm a silent war,

where fear is the currency
to control us and our lives.

Politicians advocate armament
as a means to maintain peace. It is
a weary mantra that is designed

to disguise the truth.
Are you a mother?

No. Yet you roll your eyes.

I patronise you
if I assume you to be mother?

But is there nothing greater than
to bring life onto this Earth?

And yet how terrifying that it is
amidst such inevitable annihilation.

Look, I don't want to depress you,
but Hiroshima, Nagasaki...

we cannot add London, Glasgow,
Manchester to that appalling list.
We are staring into an abyss.

Well, you speak even better
than you write. It does not save

Hector from him helping him sideline
us and that Cilenti was behind it.
Do you have Tufnell's accounts?

I want to go through them again.
There must be something ripe
to trip Cilenti up with.

Christ!

Our views will be seen by the
pro-nuclear world as hysterical,
so find me a worthy opponent.

We're talking to
the newly-appointed Defence Minister.
Mr Satchell? Yes, please.

He's more in favour than anybody
of the American-British alliance.

Excuse me a moment.

Oh, God.

What have we done?

What have we done?

Name that dinner guest!
Ladies and gentlemen,

I wonder who's going to grace us
with his presence?

Oh, Mr Hector Madden, star of
The Hour. The face of the future!

I haven't had the meeting yet.
A star in the making.

Sit down at my dinner table and let
me tell you what is on the menu.
HE LAUGHS

Oh, don't. Sorry! Sorry!

It is rather ridiculous.
We had that funny little man
that plays the banjo last week.

What's his name? I told him the best
things come in small packages.

And he found it a hoot
when I served him those little
parcels of deliciousness.

Your invention, that first night.

You had one gas ring and nothing
in your fridge, bar cheese
and champagne and...

Olives.

Sorry. Oh, no, no, Alistair.
Hector was just leaving.

He's got a meeting with Uncovered.
Top secret. Ah!

Really? Good luck. Thank you.

Oh! Give them your best.

So, do you think that Scottish smoked
salmon starter blows it too soon?

We don't want to give it away!
Disaster!

We don't want what happened.

Oh, Di Dors is back!
Got bored of you, did he?

Bugger off.

Morning, Kiki. Where's Rosa?

Holiday. Liar.

Close the door, Mr Wengrow.

We need to stop pursuing this.
We need to stop it now.

He murdered our source. All the
more reason not to turn our backs
on a story we've been trying

to sell for weeks.
She sent us that photograph.
She didn't want us to stop.

Oh, so we carry on
until another girl is murdered?
Shouldn't we go to the police?

The police don't care. They're
selling it as a racial attack.
Perhaps it was.

Cilenti warned us and he has
made good on that warning.

While the police hover, inert.
We should talk to Stern.

Absolutely not.
Bullying is smoke, courage is fire.

I am not listening to this.

Don't back down now.
We have rattled Mr Cilenti's cage.

He corrupts our programme,
by blackmailing his Westminster goon

into feeding us
a crafty backhanded scoop.

We can expose McCain. And sink
to the level of the gutter press?

It's a good story, perhaps
one of the most important stories.

A blackmail racket that's already
controlling one of Westminster's
leading press agents.

Who else is in his grip?
Who else will he silence?
But this is exactly my point.

We should have run the story
when we promised we would.

It is too late now. We've put
ourselves in too much danger.

Well, you can run it, but I'm not.
Come on. It's another form
of subterfuge.

A girl dies. We feel bad. And we
stop asking the bigger question.

What other strings is Mr Cilenti
pulling? And I'm not talking about
hostesses and seedy affairs.

Isaac. I have looked
into Tufnell Engineering.

As we know, Mr Cilenti is a silent
partner, but there is a buyer
investing heavily in their shares.

It's an offshore company,
listed as Castlecore.

I'll bet Castlecore's
also connected to Cilenti.

Bel... Bel. I leave it in your
hands, Mr Lyon. Leave McCain to me.

Go away. Don't do that.

She's dead. I'm sorry.
It's not right.

It's very far from right, but we're
journalists. This is what we do.

We pursue the best story,
the most important story.

Oh, my God! This is just about you -
spinning on the ice!

If it exposes the unexposed, yes.
If it gets the story, yes.

Winning applause
and a perfect score? Why not?
What's wrong with that?

Normally, they shoot the messenger.

Yes, exactly.
You are charging towards a loaded gun

and you think you can
miraculously dodge the bullet.
Well, you can't. Not this time.

You couldn't before.
You left for ten months
and only came back because Randall

flattered your vanity and so you
could show off your new wife.
Another well-laid plan. Thank you!

Has Camille come back from wherever
she was? You look terrible.

I'm fine.
She's.. She's just with friends.

Oh, Freddie!
I don't want to talk about it.

You just run through life scraping
past injury. Nothing touches you.

You pretend it does,
but it doesn't. Not really.

That girl... That girl sat in this
office, in her best coat, and WE

persuaded her to rush US information
for a story that we didn't tell.

So, tell it now!

It's too late. She's dead!

I want you to feel guilty.
To feel like I feel.

Like..

Like I've killed someone
and I will never be able to look them
in the eye and say, "I'm sorry". No!

Miss Rowley... Isaac, not now!

In the past... In the past,
you WOULD have felt guilty.

If I feel guilty, I stop being able
to do what I do best.

So I'm going to be excited.
I'm excited. Be excited.

For what? YOUR ambition?

You didn't kill her.
It's not your fault.

Then whose fault is it?

Rein this in, rein this in, now.
You know what Freddie's like.

This from the woman
who was always first in
and last out on any front line.

Don't try that
wry naivety with me, Randall.

You know exactly what you are doing.
Reckless, to the core.

Paws off. That's Rosa's.

Ain't you heard?

She's dead?!

She's dead. She must have been
attacked on her way home.

Don't upset yourself.
It's very sad, but...

Table four, lots of smiles tonight.
Play your part.

Yes.

So what do you think?

I take the offer very seriously.
But I'm tremendously proud of what
we're doing on The Hour.

It's a very hard programme to leave.

Chancellor scoop last week.
I hope you were suitably lauded
by your team.

Always.

Mr Satchell. You know Mr...

Mr Madden, never miss your show.
What can you promise us this week?

We're toying with a story
on the launch of CND.

Your pro-nuclear arguments are
winning votes, but raising a lot
of fear in the anti-nuclear lobby.

A frightfully arty lot, these CND
people. A handful of renegades
querying the debate.

Along with 9,000 scientists,
petitioning for a ban on nuclear
testing only last month.

Those same scientists who,
in five years, will be thanking us

for the medical discoveries made
as a result of that testing.

Isn't this really about
who will be first to stick
their flag on the moon?

Someone get the camera now
and get them in the studio.

We're trying to convince
Mr Satchell to come on the show.

I believe we're trying to do the
same thing. Do I sniff a Cold War?

We'll be with you
in five minutes, Mr Satchell.

We're hoping for Macmillan
the week after next.

That's quite a coup.
If the right man were in place.

Someone with integrity.
Someone with a weight to square off
against seated across the desk.

You've done this before.
And we haven't even got
to the small print yet.

Sign now, Mr Madden. As fun as
this is, we've laid out our shop.

We can close it just as quick, if
need be. No, that won't be necessary.

So, we are agreed?

Talk to my agent. She can firm up
the details by end of today. Good.

Does Miss Rowley know you're here?
Only if you told her.

I did not.

She's obviously not sleeping
with the right people.

Shall I show you the dressing rooms?

Er... another time.
Can't be late for Marnie.

Rumour has it she gets more fan mail
than Noddy. You must be very proud.

Yes, I am.

A man goes to the doctor - "Doctor,
there's a monster under my bed."

Doctor says, "There's nothing
I can do. It's all in your head."

Next week, the doctor passes the man
in the street and says, "Good day.
You look remarkably well."

Man says,
"Last night, I slept like a baby."
Doctor's amazed. "What did you do?"

"Well, I looked again,
I saw that monster,

"so I just cut the legs off my bed."

You're saying this
because you think I'm frightened?

We all have different ways
of dealing with our fear.

I just don't want anyone else
to lose their life over this story.

That way, madness lies.

No man is sane who doesn't
know how to be insane
on the proper occasions.

Madness is a prerequisite
for any good journalist.

Come in, Mr Lyon.
Police stations make me nervous.

I was about to leave.
But I caught you before you did.

Such bravado, Mr Lyon.
Miss Ramirez's death.

Miss Ramirez? She worked
at El Paradis. Found dead
in an alleyway this morning.

Yes.

Doesn't it make you angry?

Doesn't a death on your watch
make you angry?

Yes, of course it does.

There is a story that we will run.
You can choose to do something.

If you do, we may be able to
overlook your major indiscretion...

a police officer who beats girls,
then desperately tries to hide it.

How many years
would you get for that?

I suppose one can't arrest oneself.

Your refusal to curb
Mr Cilenti's backroom dealings,
his blatant corruption...

I presume he has a number of
officers in his pocket, as well
as you? Any internal corruption,

I can assure you,
has been dealt with.

Transfers I've made over the last few
weeks have put paid to any period of
leniency to Cilenti and colleagues.

Go one better. Arrest him.
Before he can kill anyone else.

Everyone loves a hero,
don't they, Mr Stern?

But the person who loves him
most of all, I tend to find,
is the hero himself.

Why else would he polish
his buttons so shiny?

Commander Stern?

We are going to expose Cilenti?
You know we will do that?

And when we've finished exposing
Cilenti, Mr Stern, the failures
of your force will come to light.

You know,
we're all polishing buttons, Mr Lyon,

otherwise, why would you be pursuing
this story with such fervour?

You talk of my ambition,
when all I can see is your own.

Take care.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to
Name That Dinner Guest,

the programme where you,
the audience, must guess
who I'm cooking for today.

Well, he has worked his way
into all our hearts

and if you slice him,
you will find Wales to the core.

Now, the most important thing
about lamb is that you mustn't
be afraid of it.

You need a sharp knife and a lot
of pluck, to bone the haunch.

Would you excuse me
just for a brief moment?

Mr Brown.

Sit down.

I didn't think you frequented
this Westminster tavern. I don't.

That's you. Oh, Christ.

Although another man might be
sorely tempted to take your money

or to use this against you,
I hope that we, at The Hour... "We"?

Christ. Christ. Christ.
..are more fixated on the tale
of the news story,

rather than financial gain.
Sent anonymously to Miss Rowley.

The Chancellor story.

It was a good scoop
and my simple attempt...

to make amends to Mr Madden.

You failed.

At the NATO summit in December there
was a man called Mr Francis Tufnell.

He owns Tufnell Engineering.

They have newly won the contract
to supply the British missile bases

with air conditioning units
and the like. A long-term associate
of Mr Cilenti, it seems.

How did they get that deal?

Did you broker a meeting?

Who are Castlecore?

Pick it up.

How do you plan to use this?

I don't.
Blackmail is an insidious crime.

It casts a shadow across
the most private of intimacies.

And one should imagine,
must make one so very tired.

Yes.

If you... change your mind...

They've been working on a deal.
It's ready to be signed tonight.

They will be in El Paradis.

They?

Who's they?

Where have you been?
Nowhere. Mr Wengrow?

Darling,
do you really want to keep this up?

It's the cost, Lix.
It's the cost of what we do.

That girl was dumped in a back alley
just for talking to us.

Does it not weigh heavy on you?
Am I the only one?

I refuse to become immune
to the consequences of what we do.

We may work in a man's world, but
I will not become as brutal as them.

And this is why we won the vote?

Ah, ah! Is that real?
Are we getting married?

Popped the question this morning.
Congratulations!

Sissy, that's wonderful.

Maybe we should all find ourselves
a nice doctor. Now there's an idea.

Let's marry the whole office off!

Miss Rowley. We've got the
civil defence film this afternoon.
Shall I... Yes, thank you, Sissy.

You're late.

I'm so sorry, Dotty.

We overran and then Alistair
insisted I stay and chat

to this frightfully dull man
from Bisto, determined that

I should be plugging his gravy
on the programme.

Now, it does add a certain bite
to a consomme, but it simply
does not stand alone.

So... what did they say?

They want you. Joint contract.

Oooh, didn't I say, Hector, didn't
I say? Alistair hinted as much.

Dotty, you are a marvel!
Calm down, dear girl.

No need to inflate.
What are they offering?

12 months. Plus advertising
revenue. Advertising?

Soap. Custard powder. Mr Bisto. That
might be a link-up for you both.

Isn't that marvellous, darling?

I want to read it first.
Of course.

Better have the plaice. Steamed.
You need to watch your figure.

I wasn't talking about your wife.

Mr Madden, Civil defence film.
All to attend.

Really? What, now?

BBC initiative. All departments have
been asked to view it.

Nice of you to join us.

Have you, er...
read about Miss Ramirez?

I'm so sorry.

It's my fault. No it's not. I
brought in the McCain scoop.

Hector, look.

What's this?

At last there's a firm
that's taking

the manufacture of anti-nuclear
shelter seriously.

There has to be everything to make
it possible to stay down there

until the fall-out's dispersed
and it's safe to come up.

What a marvellous place to play in.

When the warning system has given
the alarm, there's complete

protection against fall-out as soon
as father closes the hatch.

Preparing for an H bomb exercise...

Stock went up in
Tufnell Engineering.

Straight after the summit.

Castlecore bought up as many shares
as they could

before the missile base's
contract was signed.

It was a tip off? Government
have their fingers all over it.

It's insider trading.

You buy quickly on the nod
and sell just as fast as soon as

the share price reaches its peak,
which I'd say is about now.

Gosh, one could buy a minor
country

with the loose change from the sale
of these shares.

Tufnell and Castlecore are blatantly
profiteering from the arms race.

Do you have any other names?
Perhaps who's heading Castlecore?

There's a Swiss bank account..

Brick wall.
Then how to get them?

Randall?

You might try El Paradis.

McCain seems confident that
Castlecore are meeting there

to sign an important deal tonight.

Is that all McCain gave us?

We work with what we have.

You might want to gather your troops.

This may be your only opportunity
to see who's involved.

What are you doing in the dark?

Trying to find a safe place.

Every office needs to mark a safe
place to hide in the event

of a nuclear attack.

Well, we won't all fit in here.

Maybe if we took out the shelves?

It won't help, Sissy. We'll be toast.

No-one's going to survive.

Don't say that.
What's the matter with you today?

They're recording my play. Now.
Right now. And I'm in a cupboard.

Not that I don't like being
in a cupboard with you.

Well, aren't you going to
say anything?

The ring?

Yes.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Ready? Yes, just, er... just
give me a minute.

Do you think it's a bit odd
if we walk out together?

You go first.

Good. Good.

Don't be nervous.

No, I'm not.

Well, I am, a bit.

Well, we're just going to go to the
embassy and ask them to verify that
she is who she is.

Then, at some point,
if she would like, we could...

Yes.

I know where you've been.

How was the interview?

Marnie...

Yes?

Marnie's very keen
I make the move to ITV.

Of course.

It could be very good for us.

I can see that.

Dotty's optimistic.

There are a number of opportunities,
in the future and..

Did Bill not...

No.

Well, I've been a pretty
awful husband.

She's a remarkably good wife.

Together we're dynamite apparently!
The golden couple.

Perhaps that might be fun.

I can at least give Marnie that.

I can't give her children.

She doesn't know yet but, er...

seems that the problem is with me.

So I was hoping the move might
soften the blow.

Oh, Hector.

So I'll serve out
the rest of my contract and then...

I haven't told Randall yet.

No, of course.

But I am going to sign.

You're terribly angry.

Furious.

I've had the best 18 months
of my career with the best team.

So stay.

Damn you, Hector. It's not you.

Why did you have to tell me
something so sad?

Oh, best not.

She... she didn't even have a family.

No-one... no-one came
to collect the body.

I telephoned
and I sent flowers but...

she isn't even having a funeral.

And all Freddie cares about...

God, he's so frustrating!
He really is!

Well, don't smile.
Why are you laughing?

Because for someone so brutally
honest with everyone else,

you display such blatant deceit
when it comes to yourself.

Freddie's... Back.

I hear his wife is still away.

Well, you always did have
a penchant for the married man.

Are you, um...
actually working today?

Yes, actually...

Going through tomorrow's show.

Then I'm leaving.

Cuban Revolution.
Castro's new front.

He's calling on the government to
make a stand, flush out corruption.

Britain has agreed to supply arms
for the opposition.

It'll go after CND and the alliance.

And I thought we should start
looking at Little Rock

and de-segregation.

Uncovered are vying for Satchell.

Really? Isaac, call Satchell again.

We need him on the show
to oppose CND.

Hector, El Paradis, tonight.

No. Hector, you say "no".

I'm not asking you to come,
just letting you know in case...

In case we find you with
a bullet to your head?!

So dramatic. Really? You know what
they do with their unwanted guests?

I promised I'd pick Marnie up
for dinner.

What are you doing?

I'm meeting Bill.

You don't want to meet Bill.
You want to come out with me.

No, I want to go for a civilised
evening with a civilised man.

I don't know what this is about.

I don't know why you're
behaving like this. It's scared you.

I understand that,
but this isn't you?

How do you know what's me?

Because I do.

Someone in a position of power is
profiteering from this nuclear race.

I want to know who Castlecore is
and I think you do too.

I'm going out with Bill.

And Bel. The flowerpot men.

It's not funny.

It is. It's very funny.

Cut you to your core, you'll find
news running through your spine.

Stuff dinner. Come with me.

Oh, jump when you want me,
you have a wife for that.

It's over...

It's, um...

it's just over with me and Camille.

Freddie... I'm not missing her.

I'm not missing Camille. I want to.

I know that I should, but I'm not.

I should go.

I...I miss you.

I miss YOU more.

I, um...

I wrote you two letters.

One from San Diego.

One from New York.

And I said... Freddie...

Just get on a plane.
Just get on a plane and come.

And I said...

And you...

you didn't write back.

And I told myself, of course,
it's because you love news more.

That doing this will always be more
important than any man.

So I will see you tonight,
at El Paradis.

Because this is what we do.

Mr and Mrs Brown. Yes.

Good afternoon. Hello.

I lied. Just, just go with it.

Yes. So we have a name...

Malfrande with an 'e'.

No, no, no. It's Malfrand
without an 'e'.

There's no 'e'.

Lazy filing. I will call again.

We have had a copy
of her passport through.

Oui. Allo.
C'est Madame Duval a I'appareil.

Oui. Le passport que nous
avons commande de...

de Mademoiselle Malfrande.

C'etait bien sur avec un 'e' la fin?

C'est ce que j'avais pense.

It's the wrong date.

Alors, je les ai aupres de moi,
je les informerai.

Merci, au revoir.

No, no. You've made a mistake.

When I called, I said she was born
on the 24th of June.

Yes, and... and this says
the 24th of July.

Sh... She was born on the 24th June.

There are always false trails.

Of course.

Yes.

One must not give up hope.

You ready? You coming?

Yes. Strength in numbers.

Thank you, Mr Madden.
I need to see Marnie first.

You know, it would look better
if we had Marnie with us.

Oh, no.

Congratulations.

He's a lucky chap.

Thank you, Isaac.

Bill...

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Hellish day?

Oh, just a bit.

I've ordered some wine.

How was your day?

Good. Fine. You?

Freddie's off on some mad antic.

He'll be fine. I hope he'll be fine.

Maybe he won't.
Who knows with Freddie?

Hector will keep him in line.

Has Hector told you yet?

I'm sorry.

It's what he wants.

No-one likes to lose
a member of their team.

I knew it was coming.

I just hope he reads
the small print.

It might be better if he didn't.

He'll be with Uncovered
for six months at most.

It's not that we don't want him,

it's that Entertainment
want him more.

He's a face now, and that
increases his value to them.

The irony is the more he's worth
to them, the less choice he'll have.

They're a brand.

What shall we eat?

You're delighted!

No. Composing my obituary already.

No.

Not quite yet...

but it's bloody brilliant. Is it?

You don't sound very sure.

I'm not.
But if you want to convince me.

Do you know what The Hour can do
with the money they spend on you?

You're a very expensive racehorse
and now we can buy two geldings.

I've already talked
to Randall about it.

Bastard!

What, were you expecting
some kind of lament?

I will not lament a man
who has a long road

of selling Brylcreem ahead of him.

You'll make a bloody fortune!

Evening, girls.

Evening, Mr Cilenti.

Let's pick it up tonight, yes?
Give them something to remember.

All right, Miss Delaine?

Good girl.

Oh!

Sorry. I was just trying out
some flan cases.

Thank you. I like to tidy up myself
at the end of the night.

Make sure everything is in order.

So I thought Caprice.

Now, Alistair said
we'd never get a table,

but I said call and say my name,
and voila - table at eight.

Darling, I can't.
I have to work late.

Of course.

I'll take a taxi. Really, it's fine.

Come with me. If you like.

Where are you going?
El Paradis.

Freddie thinks there's a story.

I'm sure.

Oh, Christ, Marnie, it's work.

Freddie's waiting in the car.

If I'm going to step
into that club again,

I'd rather it was with my wife.

Right, don't wait up.
Hector.

Do they serve dinner? I'm starving.

You were a fantastic drunk.

It has been said.

I'm too old to change.

Why not drink?
We might all die tomorrow.

But I don't want to die without
knowing what happened to her.

They'll find her.

Why didn't you just let me sleep,
Randall?

Why did you have to...

come back and wake me up?
Give me hope?

Hope is all we have.

Randall.

That's a start.

Smile for the camera.

♪ Betcha getcha, very soon

♪ It won't take a shiny moon... ♪

Good evening, Mr Cilenti.

Mr Lyon. Mr Madden.

You find us a little subdued
this evening, Mrs Madden.

A terrible tragedy.
You might have read.

Yes. We lost one of our girls.

Yes, I'm so sorry. Please.

Some might think it respectful
after such a death

to close the club for a night,
Mr Cilenti.

And then, where would
all my guests go?

We'd miss you so, Mr Lyon,
if you were gone.

When are you going to invite me
to dinner, Mrs Madden?

Oh, veal escalope with capers
on the side and for dessert...

No, dessert...

Oh, quel dommage.

I'm afraid we only have
this corner table. That'll be fine.

What are you doing with this man?

Everything.

Dangerous place for foreigners,
don't you think?

The streets of London?

Well, I wouldn't know...

as a British citizen.

Enjoy your night.

Freddie. What exactly do we do
when we find Castlecore?

Don't know yet.

Maybe I will when we find out
who they are.

There's one or two familiar faces.

Mrs Madden.

Thanks.

You just need to keep smiling.

Jane couldn't sleep last night.
She has nightmares.

She wakes bolt upright

and I have to sit with her
until she falls back to sleep.

She says, "Where shall we go
when the bomb drops, Daddy?

"Shall we go under the stairs?"

And I always say,
"The bomb won't drop, darling,

"because the nice men
at Westminster will have
their finger on the button first.

"The bad men wouldn't dare."

You should have told Jane that
when the bomb drops we won't know.

I need to be somewhere.

I'm sorry?
I need to be somewhere else.

May I have my coat, please?

Now? Yes. I'm so sorry, now.

I need to be with Freddie.
He needs me. Mr Lyon.

Is all we have now that
you've peeled Hector away.

Thank you. Prego.
You are angry.

No, I'm not, I'm really not.
I just... I can't do this.

I can't be this.

Yes, you can. There's more to life
than chasing history.

No, there isn't.

The truth is something
you don't have to lie about.

You should have told Jane

there won't be any time
to press that button.

That's the point.
That's the idiot lie.

There isn't time. It's now.

Minister for Trade to the left.

Oh, he's a frightful bore.

Got stuck next to him
at a dinner once.

Outspoken critic of everything.

Thinks we give too much to pensions
and not enough to education.

Cites the American model
as inspirational. Pro nuclear.

That Lawson to his right?
Undersecretary to...

Foreign office.

Tufnell's here.

If McCain's right,
we're en route to Castlecore.

I don't know what anyone's
talking about.

The trick is to make it look
like you do.

Watch where he sits.

Nice table.

Who's he waiting for?

♪ ..A merry go round. ♪

Will you excuse me?

I must go to the ladies'.

It's lavender scented.
Good for a cold.

Bel.

I knew you'd come.
Don't wear that one out.

You're very pretty.

Thank you.

Why did you accuse my husband?

Was it revenge?

Because I'll give you a little tip.

Success is the best revenge.

It really is. You shouldn't
waste yourself on anything else.

You're too pretty for it.

Miss Rowley, may I help you?

Oh, I was just looking
for the ladies.

Let me show you. Please.

It's good to see you again.

You know, I watch you ladies
primping and preening

and I often ask myself,
"What's it for?"

Because underneath all that lipstick
and perfume, flesh and bone,

you women are all the same...

showgirls and whores.

Bel.

We are on a stake out.

He's watching us.

Calm.

Oh!

Hector, good evening.
Marnie. Mr Lyon.

Miss Rowley. All here.

We are.

May I introduce Vera?

Hello. Hello, Vera. Hello, Vera.

Nice to meet you. Lovely.

And perhaps you would like
to go and be seated, my dear?

Angus, I thought you'd give
this place a wide birth.

Well, you know the thing
with El Paradis...

you are no-one unless you are here.

So when one wants
to be photographed,

perhaps with some new
young lady friend,

then, this is quite simply
the best place to be.

I do hope you've had some luck
with Castlecore.

Angus, who is Castlecore?

You are looking at Castlecore.

Satchell?

He's the king of the castle.

Excuse me.

War is a game played with a smile.

Mr Madden. Twice in one day.
Indeed.

You've met Marnie and the team.

This is the man who gave me
a good pasting

when he wasn't even interviewing me.

Unfortunately, I have decided
to say yes, to Uncovered.

Very flattered that The Hour
has been chasing me,

but felt they were
the... safer option.

Wait for it... Wait for it...

Five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

Bingo.

Now, let's prove he's involved.

I need to get closer in.

How? You'll see.

Good evening, Miss.

Now, Sir?

Not yet.

Your very own secretary, Mr Cilenti.

Yes, take a letter, Miss Delaine.

They will kill you.

Now!

This is a raid!

Bel! Get out now.

Freddie, no. You have to... Hector,
take everyone out now. Freddie!

Come on! Freddie!

Laurie. Laurie.

Go home!

How dare you?

You gutter press.

Stoop down too low, be careful
what you might find, Mr Lyon.

You thief.

Murderer.

Mr Lyon, go home.

Raphael Cilenti, I am arresting
you for living off immoral earnings

and for questioning in relation
to the murder of Miss Rosa Ramirez.

No Detective Attwood?

Glasgow.

Transferred.

Take him out.

Come on!

Bel.

Quickly.

Hell.

Yes. That was scandalous!

It was a conflict of interest,
surely?

Satchell, the most pro-nuclear
voice in our cabinet

blatantly profiteering
from the spoils of the Cold War?

Well, there's your story.
We can't sell an assumption.

So we get more evidence.

We get it first and we get it right.

Could you come with me, please?

Miss Delaine, I am arresting you
for soliciting.

I'm going to pick up my bag now.

And I'm going to leave
out that back door.

And you are not going to stop me.

My parting gift.

I hope you all go to hell.

We're clear, Sir.

Sir?

Give me your stick.

I don't want to sleep.
I can't sleep.

Erm... I, I want to walk.

What, now?

Yes, I want to walk.

I want to be outside in the cold.

Hector, will you stop the car,
I'll walk from here.

Well, you can't go on your own.

I'll walk with you.
Thank you.

8am tomorrow.
I presume it's your last day.

Read the small print before you
sign. Promise me you'll do that.

I'm shaking.

If it all ends tomorrow...

Yes?

I don't want to leave
without saying that...

Without saying what?

Um... Oh, let's, let's just walk.

I've put another sheet out for you.

The other one had a hole.

Thank you.

That was quite a night.

Is it always like that?

No, not always.

I understand why you love it so.

Good night, Marnie. Hector...

Do you think you'll be happy?

Do you think it's all
going to be all right?

Marnie. Dotty's right, you know,
you have a face for entertainment.

Don't waste it on earthquakes
in China and...

political whatnot in Guadeloupe.

Everyone thinks so.

Do they?

Because, in spite of everything...

I do want you to be happy.

Darling.

It's too cold to sleep
on the sofa bed tonight.

Is this all right?

Yes, darling.

Westminster are running scared.

It's a sex scandal to cover
a nuclear scandal.

Mr Pike tells me The Hour
have been sniffing around you.

You don't have to be afraid.

Like Rosa didn't have to be afraid?

I've already saved your life once.
And I've been grateful
for far too long.

There are just times when one
becomes weary of hiding things.

Are you saying that you want
to help us? Expose it all.

Who else is implicated?
Who isn't, Sir.

We don't run this story, who will?

Three, two,

one.