(gentle music) (knocking) - Darling, our guests are arriving.

- [Freddie] She wanted me to help her.

- And did you?

- [Freddie] I lived with the Elms family during the war.

- Please come this weekend.

- And you must come too, Mr Lyon.

- I must.

- Yes.

- I left my raincoat.

You don't know what you've got yourself into, and now you know too much.

What do you know?

What is Brightstone?

- Who.

The question is who.

(pensive music) (slow mysterious music) - Ron, can we do something about camera two today?

- Already done.

- Good job.

- That scoop over there.

- Hurry up, boys, we've got a show to do tonight.

- Mr Madden.

- Miss Rowley.

You seem very bright this morning.

- Well, I had a great night.

I didn't sleep a wink.

- How extraordinary.

Neither did I.

- Miss Rowley.

- Audacious.

- Papers are in.

- Chronicle, Telegraph, Mail, all leading with Suez.

We could be at war this time tomorrow.

- Isaac, darling, what are you doing?

- Filming a light bulb.

- Right.

- Can you turn it back on, please?

- [Lix] What's Isaac doing?

- Calder Hall.

Opened Wednesday.

The first nuclear powered electricity will be lighting up London today.

I'm humoring him.

- And where's that going?

We've got Hungary.

We've got more than enough to grapple with on Suez.

Is this the best that Freddie can come up with on the home desk?

- It's not Freddie, it's Isaac's idea.

- Because he's paddling without a steer.

Doesn't Freddie do any work any more?

- This week is fine.

Hungary and Suez can take the load.

Calder Hall is back up.

John, have you seen Freddie?

I need a camera at the House of Commons.

If he's not here in 10 minutes, then you go.

- Bel, stop protecting him.

If Isaac's farting around with light bulbs, then Freddie clearly doesn't need him.

I do.

Where's my bloody assistant?

We're on air in 10 hours.

I'm sorry.

They keep promising to send a replacement for Mr Kish, but they're probably worried I'll finish another one off.

Seems such a bloody waste.

He was only 33.

Someone's telling me something.

Note to self, drink more whisky.

- 10 o'clock, viewing theater.

We'll have a last look at the Hungary footage.

And there's no chance of footage of Israeli troops leaving Egypt?

- With or without coverage, sweetheart, we need an angle for tonight's show.

- A world in revolt.

Whilst demonstrators rage on the streets of Budapest demanding freedom from the Soviets, Israel finally stands up to Nasser, crossing 120 miles over the border into Egypt and Britain looks set to invade.

- Great news day.

- Mmm-hmm.

- He's a clever boy.

A beautiful tie, Hector.

It goes so nicely with your eyes.

Weren't you wearing it yesterday?

- [Reporter] Israel is advancing on the Suez canal and has met with heavy gunfire.

With Colonel Nasser's rejection of Sir Anthony Eden's ultimatum, Britain could invade Egypt today.

- So, when do you think he'll do it?

- What?

- Eden.

Invade.

John, if you do that again, I'll put you over my knee, do you hear?

Now go to your room.

Sorry.

Tom never mentioned you.

- No, he wouldn't have.

We'd only recently met.

- Right.

Thank you for bringing back his raincoat.

They brought back most of his things.

All the sort of oddities that one keeps at one's desk.

Spectacles.

I don't know what I'm going to do with those.

- I was given a film.

It's of your husband with Peter Darrall and Ruth Elms?

I think you shot it.

Your hand...

The ring on your hand, you can see it as it waves them into frame.

I'm not here to hurt you.

I'm from the BBC.

I knew Ruth.

As a child.

I'm trying to find out what happened to her.

I don't know if you know, but Ruth committed suicide.

- Is that what they reported?

At least I was spared the shame of that.

Robbery, heart attack or suicide.

It's either one or the other with MI6.

- Your husband worked for MI6?

And Peter?

- I can't talk to you.

Will you please leave?

- Please.

Please, help me.

I just need someone to tell me the truth.

- [Lix] I see our friends are back again.

- About a month before that film was taken, Peter and Tom went away.

On one of their trips.

I didn't ask, he'd never tell me.

But when he returned, he seemed really different.

- In what way?

- Sort of lost in himself.

Drinking more.

He said one thing.

That he couldn't trust Peter anymore.

There was some kind of betrayal.

Tom stopped talking about him.

I stopped asking.

- He just cut Peter out?

- When I read about the robbery in the newspaper, I knew that Tom had done it.

What do you mean?

- He had killed Peter.

(baby crying) Ssh.

Ssh.

- Ooh!

Careful.

Freddie's cake.

- Oh, birthday.

Christ.

Sissy, what time is Mr Tripp in?

- Car's picking him up at five.

- Can you let me know as soon as he gets here?

- Oh, I got a card if you wanna sign it.

- Right, great, thank you.

Oh!

Chocolate, he doesn't eat chocolate.

You didn't get him chocolate?

- Vanilla sponge.

- Fine.

That'll be fine.

- Good.

- A little jumpy?

- Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

You haven't seen Freddie, have you?

- No.

Do you ever stop looking after that man?

You even know what birthday cake he likes.

- Nasser's retaliating.

Israeli forces are coming under fire in the Mitla Pass.

- Well, have you got a man inside?

- [Lix] Yep, yeah, I'm on it.

Ron, I want the latest transcripts for Budapest radio.

- Are you jealous, Mr Madden?

- So, they were in again?

- Mmm-hmm.

Asked the same questions.

They wanted to speak to Freddie again.

Police?

- No, no, no.

Secret Service.

Coat and shoes.

Government issue.

And?

- I covered for him.

- Be careful.

- How's your Hungary copy going?

- Swimmingly.

(Bel laughing) What?

- Nobody says swimmingly any more.

You are jealous, aren't you?

- Well, for future reference, I hate icing.

- Right.

- She's gone back to sleep.

He's a very naughty boy.

Always fussing around her.

- Did Tom ever talk about Brightstone?

- No.

I've never heard that before.

- Do you think he killed Ruth?

- No.

No, I really don't know.

It could have been Tom.

It could have been any one of them.

He was my husband.

What do I do now?

- I'm so sorry.

- That poor, poor girl.

And her parents.

They were so welcoming that weekend, letting us into their home.

Lord and Lady Elms.

You keep it, if it fits.

Do you know, I do like your program.

But it does make the world seem just unbearably real.

(solemn music) - That's enough.

Thank you, Mr Albert.

You're running... - The footage.

It speaks for itself.

Hector and Lix felt it complemented all that's going on in Egypt.

- I feel they demand equal billing.

We might never get a week like this again.

The West is on the edge of victory over Soviet colonialism in Budapest while joint French and British action is stoking the flames of Western Colonialism in Egypt.

It's more or less what Dulles said last night.

- It's still brilliant, Hector.

Could we not have someone, say perhaps McCain, to answer the speculation that Downing Street had prior knowledge of Israel's plan to invade Egypt?

- Do you think you'd get the truth out of him?

- I'm very persuasive.

- What of the 14 day rule?

Anything debated in the House cannot be fodder for broadcast political debate.

- The gag rule.

Who says we live in a democracy?

- Show me how you get round it and I will happily concede.

- Well, I don't think McCain will stray very far from the official party line anyway.

- Darling, don't be so unbelievably wet.

Clarence?

- You can ask him yourself.

He's coming here in exactly five minutes.

He wants to brief us on Suez.

Shall we?

Where's Freddie?

- I don't know.

- I hear MI6 were in.

- What's the point of the Secret Service if they're not actually secret?

How did you know?

- Lix told me.

- They wanted to speak to Freddie again.

- [Clarence] Is he any better?

- Well, he's washed this week.

I don't know.

He's late again.

- Tell him I want to see him when he comes in.

(suspenseful music) - Eden is defending his polices in the House this afternoon.

So, we will be going into Suez today?

- I can't comment at this precise moment.

- Here we go.

- His critics are coming out in full force, Angus.

You're giving them ammunition and they will use it against him.

- Yes, some decisions are based on principle, not on political gain.

Now, Nasser's seizure of the canal triggered Israel's actions.

We have no choice but to go in.

- But without United Nations support, Eden leaves himself vulnerable.

- All we are asking for, Hector, is some balance in your reporting.

- Will you come on The Hour and state the Government's view?

- I'm a little camera shy.

- Well, that's unfortunate.

Stephen Tripp has kindly agreed to present the opposition's view, on the show tonight.

- Well, this is highly irregular.

Clarence, need I remind you of the rule?

Tripp's a cad.

I wouldn't share a taxi with him.

- I wouldn't share a taxi with you, Angus.

- [Clarence] Bel... - But I would happily have you on the program.

- Miss Rowley, why do you ask when you know it is frankly impossible?

There will be no debate on any matter that is currently occupying the House.

Which it most emphatically is today.

- How is the Prime Minister holding up under the strain?

- He's remarkably cheerful, thank you.

Perhaps that is a mark of a great leader in the midst of a crisis.

- Surely you must have known, someone must have known that Israel was planning this attack?

- That is a ridiculous assertion, Miss Storm.

- Or perhaps, like many of your colleagues, you are not as well informed as you seem.

Rumor has it that you've all been banished to the back room.

- You know, I didn't think she'd last as long as she has, Clarence.

Douglas said you thought a lady would be easier to steer.

You were obviously wrong.

No-one was more surprised than I at Israel's actions.

- Stories are circulating in American newspapers.

- Well, I hope you don't believe everything you read in the foreign gutter press.

- The opening of Calder Hall nuclear power station by her Majesty the Queen marks an epoch in the history of nuclear power.

For Calder Hall is the first power station in the world to generate nuclear electricity.

Hold it still!

- It's got a wobble.

You fix it.

- The first nuclear powered electricity will reach London today.

We at the BBC hope to capture this historic- - Isaac, there's something I've got to tell you.

- Yes?

- My dad reckons our phone lines are bugged.

- What?

- The click.

He thinks that maybe someone's listening in.

They'll think I'm off my bleeding rocker if I say something like that, don't you think?

- Isaac, what are you doing?

- I thought I'd try and catch the moment.

With a light bulb.

When it goes on.

- Did I ask you to do this?

- No.

- Thought not.

- Leave it to me, Sissy.

- I knew you'd know what to do.

- Did you say it?

A woman would be easier to steer?

- Be sure Hector does not raise the issue of Suez with Tripp.

We cannot break the gag.

- Then why have him on the show?

- He can talk about Hungary.

- Did you say it?

We have quadrupled our viewers in less than three months.

I have constantly delivered this program.

The reviews have dramatically improved in the last two months.

I deserve this job.

- No-one deserves this job.

You're not royalty.

It is not bestowed on you.

There are no lifetime guarantees.

- Did you say it?

- Yes.

- I hope you appreciate how much I've enjoyed watching you prosper over the last few months.

You are a natural frontman, Hector.

- I'm only as good as the team around me.

- Nonsense.

You're ambitious.

And ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.

The only person you can really trust is yourself.

But it is important to do one's job.

Especially in a time of crisis.

Duty, Hector.

You understand that.

- Yes, of course.

- In certain circles, The Hour is gaining a reputation for real journalistic integrity.

It would be disappointing if it fell into the trap of legitimizing unsubstantiated rumor and gossip.

It may come back to haunt you, Hector.

Good luck tonight.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Out.

- No, not good enough.

It's nearly midday.

You just missed McCain.

- Yes, I saw.

- And they've been in again.

Apparently you can tell by their shoes and coat.

- Who says?

- Hector.

- She said I could keep it.

- In here.

You went to see his wife?

Are you insane?

They could have seen you, they're obviously suspicious.

- I was delivering my condolences.

They were following me again.

- You look terrible.

Why don't you go home and go to sleep?

We have everything in hand here, you can take the rest of the day off.

- I can't sleep.

- I told them you were with me.

I assured them we all liked Tom.

No, no.

It was the weekend.

Yes, I did think he had been drinking.

Young for a heart attack but not out of the realms of possibility.

- I called an ambulance.

- Anonymously.

- I have this feeling of someone standing by my shoulder.

I can't seem to shake it.

- Freddie, tell me what happened.

If it's a story, then just tell me, maybe we can do something with it.

- I can't.

God, my head hurts.

A beautiful girl falls in love with a traitor, who is passing secrets that don't make any sense.

What is a Brightstone?

Who is a Brightstone?

It's a secret dangerous enough to get you killed.

Even by a friend.

- You're rambling.

Have you even eaten today?

- It's my fault.

- You said he just fell.

Step away from the story.

Wait until the heat has passed on Tom's death and then... At worst, it was an accident.

- There are no accidents.

Apparently.

Remember that when I'm found floating in the Thames.

God, I don't wanna die like that.

I want to just disappear.

- Happy Birthday.

- You forgot.

- No.

- Yeah.

Did.

What?

He's not gonna need it.

How can you tell someone's MI6 by their raincoat?

Surely anyone could have bought a 100% wool, green-gray, run-of-the-mill... - Actually, no.

Reinforced seams.

They tried to recruit me.

Second year of university.

Frightfully nice chap.

Although to be honest, I was a little worried.

He did seem somewhat, shall we say, over keen.

Inviting me to his parents' chateau in Marseilles, skiing trips, this was all paid for.

When he made the approach on behalf of his Majesty's Government, to be frank, I was quite relieved!

Are you in trouble?

- Yes.

- Then listen to me.

Whatever you know, whatever you've seen, just forget it.

Write your stories about the rest of the world, but my advice...

I don't believe you will find an answer to her death.

Things happen that we can't even begin to understand, nor should we try.

- Things happen?

Things don't just happen.

A series of events take place, a catalog of choices are made, an action takes place and it has consequence.

It all has consequence.

A young woman meets a man, they fall in love, they have a secret affair.

And in this world, right now, today, that is dangerous.

- She told you.

I knew she'd tell you.

Well, you're her best friend.

It just happened.

We didn't mean it to, but... Look, I'd rather you didn't... - Of course.

Yes, of course.

- [Hector] It's all been very sudden and I wouldn't want- - Your wife to find out.

Of course not.

- You've met her.

She's very sweet and I'm not proud of myself, so... - Of course, yes.

- Freddie?

- Yes?

- I was wondering, could you check over my copy?

- Yes, of course.

Absolutely.

- Lix and I have been working on it and I don't quite feel that I'm getting the balance.

- Suez and Hungary, perfect match.

Very different backgrounds, however, a common unifying theme.

Repression and revolt.

Together, casting an interesting light.

Cut in on the second line, third paragraph.

It's pretty brilliant, Hector.

Really, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I couldn't have written better.

- Humph.

- Well, maybe a little bit.

Can I borrow your car?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

- All right.

- Thank you.

Jolly decent of you, Hector.

You should know I don't have a license, but, Bel's taught me the basics, so I think I'll be fine.

- Well, who needs a bumper anyway?

- I didn't think you smoked.

- I don't, but everyone else does, so I'm practicing.

- Not so deep.

Better.

- Mr Lyon, have I done something wrong?

- How exactly?

- Well, when you asked me to be your assistant, I presumed I'd be working with you.

On stories and so forth.

I'm happy to hold the camera or write up the extra copy that you need, but it's not the same as actually working with you.

- Isaac, I'm touched.

- I just hope you feel that I'm earning my place here.

Sissy's dad says the phones are being bugged.

- Right.

- [Isaac] Do you think I should tell Clarence?

- No.

Clarence has got enough to think about today.

Thank you very much, Mr Wengrow.

Very useful.

- Well, actually, it's Wen-grow.

As in to grow flowers.

- Really?

Extraordinary.

(bell ringing) - Frederick?

Is it you?

- I was hoping to speak to Lord Elms.

- Oh, we spend most of our time in London now.

This house is too big for us, really.

So it's just Audrey and I.

She cooks for us and she listens to the wireless, all day long.

Tea?

- No, thank you.

- Do you remember your summers here, Frederick?

- Yes.

- You'd never want to go home.

- But you'd always send me.

Perhaps if I could just talk to Lord Elms.

- Thank you for your card.

I had so many.

Of course, no-one really knows what to say, but everyone's been so kind.

It wasn't suicide.

- No.

No, I don't like to call it that either.

She wasn't in her right mind.

She didn't really know what she was doing and there's such purpose in taking one's own life, isn't there?

So, I don't think of it that way either.

- No, I mean... She didn't kill herself.

She was killed, Lady Elms.

She was- - Now then, Frederick.

You always were a storyteller, weren't you?

- Is he here?

Is Lord Elms here?

I've been trying to get hold of him for weeks.

- He prefers to stay in town.

You know the drive tires him awfully and he gets very muddled.

So we all felt- - We?

- That he was best in Chelsea.

I keep having to remind him that she's not coming back.

And she's not.

Best to put all of that away.

- It's just that I believe it was he who sent me it.

The film of Ruth?

And Peter Darrall?

- Darrall?

Oh, well, yes, Richard did know a Darrall.

Yes, wonderful man.

Heroic in the First World War.

Oh, and he had the most lovely daughter.

What was her name?

Very plump girl.

- It looks pretty recent.

She looked so happy.

- Deceptively.

No.

One can never retain these things.

- Well, I'm sorry for disturbing you.

I thought- - Thinking never helped anyone, Frederick.

Least of all such an earnest young man as yourself.

I never expected you to make so much of yourself.

I don't like to paint over them.

They all have such nice memories.

Rather like a visitors' book.

- Yes.

(tense music) (telephone ringing) - Hello?

- It's Mrs Madden.

- Marnie, how are you?

I'm afraid you've been put through to the wrong line.

Hector's- - Oh!

In the studio.

Silly me.

I forgot.

Could you just tell him I called?

- Of course.

- We had a little tiff, you see.

- Oh?

- [Marnie] It was over wallpaper.

I wanted tiny roses and he wanted plain.

So silly, don't you think?

- These things can be cause for heated exchange.

- You're right.

But then his home is so important to him.

If you could tell him that I've ordered plain.

It will be ready to be picked up on Friday.

If you could just remind him.

- I'm terribly sorry, Marnie, I have to go.

It's frightfully busy today.

- [Ron] Final scripts in, please.

On air in one hour.

- Not now, Ron, go away.

Go away!

- [Reporter] In Westminster, Prime Minister Sir Anthony Eden has just finished giving his speech to the House of Commons in which he outlined the British government's response to events in Egypt.

(car engine revving) (tires screeching) - Mr Tripp, thank you for coming on the program.

We've heard tonight from Hungarian refugees who have suggested that recent events have somewhat shifted the world's attention away from... - Sorry.

- Away from the situation in Hungary.

Some have warned that, should the world look away now, the Soviet Union may feel free to act at will.

Is there danger of this happening, do you think?

- This can't go on.

The missed deadlines, the unexplained absences- - Out today, and yesterday on the street, and again this morning.

Blue car, black interior.

- What?

- Why am I being followed?

- Oh, Mr Lyon, you're back!

- In here.

Freddie.

- Don't lie to me.

- Are you a Soviet agent, Freddie?

- No.

- Somewhere in the BBC is a Soviet agent, Kish was looking for him.

- Christ.

- Looking for- - For the agent.

- Yes.

Whoever killed him... - He was with me.

- What?

- Kish was with me!

We got into a fight.

We'd been in the canteen, I confronted him about Peter Darrall.

They were friends.

- Did anyone see you?

- I don't think so.

- All right, breathe, breathe.

- He was strangling me.

And then he fell.

Christ.

Darrall.

He left this.

The night he was killed, at a newspaper kiosk.

I found it the next day.

If you place it over the crossword, it says, "He knows.

Revert to Brightstone."

I mean you can't see it now.

But the letters, I've worked it out.

You see the perforations?

They mark exactly.

They're going to kill me.

- No, they're not.

Did you tell them?

When they interviewed you, the police.

- No, Bel covered for me.

- Good.

Does anyone else know about this?

- Only Bel.

Christ.

- Right.

What are you doing?

- You never told me any of this.

This conversation hasn't happened.

I have just reprimanded you for failing to attend your own program which you will not do again.

- Clarence.

- It's your birthday, Freddie.

Now stand.

Breathe.

Walk.

And breathe.

Just breathe.

Let's get this show out and then we can celebrate.

- Five... - Good night.

- Four, three... (telephone ringing) - Hello?

Hold on.

Hold on.

Yeah.

We've gone in.

Eden's sent bombers in.

- Put it straight through.

He can take it live on air.

- [Lix] Ron, tell him to pick up the bloody phone!

- Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

I am being told to pick up this telephone.

Hello?

Yes.

Thank you.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, while we've been on air, news has come in that Britain has started bombing military targets in Egypt.

Tonight as the bombs rain down on Cairo, Soviet troops begin to leave the beleaguered city of Budapest.

Two very different countries, two very different conflicts.

And yet, they share a day when the world stands on the threshold of change.

What will tomorrow bring?

Good night.

- Cue music.

Fade out studio.

- Newsroom, everybody now, please.

- [Ron] Thanks, everybody, great show.

- What?

- Oh, darling girl, it's just nice to see you so perky.

- Do you know how irritating it is when you say that?

- Oh, please don't deny me one of life's little pleasures to patronize those younger and fresher than me.

- You don't like him?

- Hector?

God, no, I like him very much.

He's gorgeous.

No, no, no, enjoy him while it lasts.

But his ambition is his real passion.

What's yours?

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ And so say all of us ♪ (all cheering) - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ear.

Tonight, is not the night for speeches.

- Oh, come on, Freddie.

- Yeah!

- But I do wish to say on this grand occasion of my 26th... - 27th.

- Something stupid o'clock birthday as the world goes to hell, that there is truly nowhere else I would rather be than sitting in the arse-end of London, drinking flat beer, with you.

- Hear, hear!

- Cheers, cheers!

- How much is that?

- [Barman] That's ninepence.

- You're Hector Madden?

- Yes.

- I do love your show.

- Have we met before?

- The Man Who Knew.

- Oh, you played the girl.

Very good.

- I wish the critics had felt the same.

They canceled us after two weeks.

- That's a shame.

I rather liked Mr Le Ray.

- Will you top this up?

- Thanks.

- Haven't you heard?

He was caught in a gentleman's lavatory in Russell Square doing something he shouldn't have.

Apparently, he's out on bail.

Poor sweetheart.

- Mmm.

- Oh, dear.

- Mr Fendley, stay.

- Mr Fendley, please.

Oh, stay don't go!

- No, no.

You young things stay and enjoy yourselves.

But everyone in first thing, hmm?

Goodbye, farewell.

- Goodnight, Mr Fendley.

- Good night, Mr Fendley.

- [Clarence] Farewell.

- Night, Clarence.

- Good night, Hector.

- Good night, Clarence.

- This is really it.

- It's been coming for a while.

Israel had to protect itself.

- Do you think you'll get conscripted, Isaac?

- No.

Flat feet.

- I better get home.

- I need to drink some more!

- There's The Sunlight.

Berwick Street.

My brother's on the door if you- - Sissy, lead the way.

Hector?

- Not tonight.

- Fool!

Lix?

- Well, I don't think anyone will sleep tonight.

Why not?

- I want you all in at eight.

- Well, you better come with us, then.

If you want to be certain.

- You know where I'd rather be.

- You're increasingly reckless, Mr Madden.

Come find us later.

- It will be impossible.

- Oh, plain.

She said plain wallpaper.

Marnie called today.

- Put me through to Whitehall 2995.

Thank you.

(upbeat music) - Buenas noches, guapo!

Thank you!

- Muchas gracias, bonita.

Son aretes preciosos.

- Gracias, chica!

- Boys, boys, boys, close your mouths.

- Have you got a cigarette for me?

- Darling?

Oh!

It is you!

Daddy and Mummy have already arrived.

- Terrific.

- I mixed it all by myself.

- Well done, darling.

- You haven't tried it yet.

- Oh!

(upbeat music) - May I say how exceptionally beautiful you look tonight, Moneypenny?

- Now, I know you say that to all the girls, James.

- Yes, very, very, buenas noches, guapo.

Really.

I'm driving them wild!

- Mmm?

- I've got snake hips tonight.

- I like you like this.

- You didn't like me before?

- More...

I like you even more.

- Hmm.

- I have an idea for some comedy sketches.

Hopefully for The Goon Show... - Oh, great!

- I mean, I've written some, but not for human consumption.

But maybe by the time I'm 22.

- Too late.

One has to leap, Isaac.

One has to throw oneself into life.

Not just shuffle.

It's now or never.

Do it!

- Hello, my beauty.

May I?

- Looks like you already have.

- See?

Too late.

There's always another ready to whisk them onto the floor.

- No, no, I'm out.

Lix.

- Come on, Lix!

- Oh, I'm not... Come on.

Come on!

- Freddie, I haven't danced since the '40s!

- Nonsense, you glorious woman.

Look at you!

- Fundamentally, you don't want an Arab gripping your windpipe.

I say bomb the life out of them if you have to.

- Hmm.

- Darling, these are terribly good.

Little shrimps, are they?

- [Marnie] Mm.

- [Jemima] Ralph despises anything fishy so I never serve it.

But these are really very, very tasty.

- How is Ralph?

- Oh, useless.

- Terrible news about Adam.

- That's not true, Ralph loves salmon.

- [Jemima] Oh, yes.

- How is The Hour?

I was talking to Douglas only yesterday.

- Did you watch it tonight?

- We never miss it.

Our little star.

- Do you want to drive?

- No.

We should be all right here.

I will not have my team watched like this.

- Everyone is watched at sometime or other in their career.

- There is not a Soviet agent on my team.

The BBC perhaps, but not on my team.

- Clarence.

- I appreciate that the interests of our country must come first but you must see there is irony in my journalists being followed while they are following a story.

- Then you must tell Mr Lyon to stop investigating the Elms story.

- They're journalists.

- Yes.

- That's what he's meant to do.

Investigating a murder.

- That is not newsworthy.

- Promise to allow me to present both sides of the argument.

- But he must leave the Elms story well alone.

- When they stop following my team.

- They won't like it.

- Promise me.

- I'll do what I can.

You do the same.

- That was fun.

- Yes.

- [Reporter] Moving on to foreign news, British forces have made repeated warnings to Egyptian civilians to evacuate Cairo.

But reports confirm the lights of Cairo are still alight.

In East Africa... - I may need to go back into the office.

- Oh, no.

Hector.

- It all went very quiet when I brought up darling Adam Le Ray.

- Daddy's furious.

He's told Ralph to have nothing more to do with him.

- It just seems desperately sad.

- It's fearful what goes on behind closed doors.

Thank God we don't have any children yet.

Imagine if they'd sat down to dinner with him.

- Darling, do you ever listen to yourself?

- I'm serious, Hector.

- Five years from now I'll be doing what I do now.

But better.

I won't live in Clapham.

I'll have an exquisite apartment.

- In Lucerne.

It's supposed to be very beautiful.

- Too many cuckoo clocks.

- We'd never buy a cuckoo clock.

- Oh, good, you'll be there.

- Of course.

- The commute would be a bit tricky.

- Well, I'll buy a sea plane.

- Oh, naturally.

- Land in Tooting Bec Lido each morning.

Up on the Northern line, cross onto the Central.

- What will we do with the children?

- Gilbert and Maude?

Glove compartment.

- Thank God for that.

And we'd be happy.

- Ecstatic.

We wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

With anyone else.

- I think I'm in with a chance.

(upbeat music) - Isaac.

- Shh.

- I rather like the idea of you beavering away at your desk, slaving over a hot little typewriter tonight.

- Don't wait up.

- Shall I walk you?

- No, it's all right.

Sey's got a motorbike.

- Motorbike.

Wow!

Mr Sey.

- Oh, it's just Sey, No Mr. - Oh.

- He's studying medicine.

- A doctor.

It gets better.

- Very nice meeting you, Mr Wengrow.

- Night.

- I should go home.

- No, that's not possible.

Government regulations say you must stay up all night on the eve of battle.

- Do you love him?

- Who told you?

- Does it matter?

Is he nice to you?

- Yes.

- He buys you flowers.

That's a start.

Does he tell you how exquisite you are?

Cause he should.

- Freddie.

- You are exquisite, Bel Rowley.

- There you are!

I found you.

I didn't know if you'd still be here.

You should dance with this woman.

- Come on, dear boy.

The glorious woman is taking you away.

- Bloody brilliant idea.

(upbeat jazz music) ♪ It rains by day ♪ ♪ And the skies turn dark at night ♪ ♪ Ooh it rains by night ♪ ♪ And the skies turn dark at night ♪ ♪ Then trouble's taking place ♪ ♪ And you know everything aint right ♪ ♪ When I woke up this morning ♪ ♪ I couldn't even get out of the door ♪ ♪ When I woke up this morning ♪ ♪ Couldn't get out of my door ♪ - Sorry.

I don't do breakfast.

- Thank you.

- Canteen opens at seven.

If you're light on your toes, you can beat the queue before the electricians.

They're always in first.

(line ringing) - [Lady Elms] Framlingham 2355.

- You're lying to me.

- Who is this?

- A conspiracy is nothing but the secret agreement of a number of men for the pursuance of policies which they dare not admit to in public.

I will find out the truth.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

I will find out the truth!

Clarence.

- Good night?

- You?

- Very quiet.

Straight home.

Good morning.

- Mmm!

- You can hear the crowd chanting, one, two, three, four, we won't fight in Eden's war.

- Whatever you see of Hector...

I know who he really is.

Do you?

- I can't help feeling how tragic it is, that we by our criminal folly, should have lost the moral leadership of which we were once so proud.

- Who is Brightstone?

- She was Brightstone.

- Who?

What?

- Ruth Elms was a Brightstone.

(gentle music)