Who's gone? Carmen. She... she's gone.
CORINNE: The rumours are true - you're flying hookers in.
Again, not the issue.
And you've lost one? Seriously?
I haven't seriously lost one, but one may be seriously lost.
Identify yourself. It's Leo, General.
You should know they've brought the test forward to tomorrow.
Do you actually know what they're really doing here?
Because I don't!
Word is the Defence Minister has certain appetites.
MOLLY: Maybe some insurance might be useful.
You're gonna have to stay put for a while.
But this is where we send people to die.
You know Alice? She told me last week that she'd been raped.
(EXPLOSION)
MURPHY: Hilly, mate, this is ridiculous.
You know? Carmen could be any-bloody-where.
If we had more men... HILLY: It's just you and me!
We can't have more men. Do you understand?
MURPHY: I know we can't have more men. I'm saying "IF"...
HILLY: Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.
Jesus.
(JEEP DOOR CLOSES)
Fuckin' hell.
Oh, shit!
Dead? Nuh.
You right, mate?
He's out.
Hey, Murph...
..there's a girl over here.
Please, God, let it be Carmen.
Ahh...
(CLEARS THROAT)
Shit.
Hilly...
..do you think it could be him?
Who? The rapist, mate.
Jeep.
Pretty girl.
Leo said this is what happened to Alice, wasn't it?
Who is she?
NEWSREEL NARRATOR: After the detonation,
much of the real work begins.
Scientists and soldiers at Maralinga
examine equipment and infrastructure
to see how they've responded to the bomb.
As our boys trudge through the desert and the heat,
they amass vital data,
which will inform both government and the military
as to how to wage a nuclear war.
(GEIGER COUNTER CRACKLES)
(MEN CHATTER)
(GEIGER COUNTER CRACKLES)
(MEN CHATTER)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(LAUGHS FORCEDLY)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(SUITCASE LATCHES UNCLIP)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
(HEAVY KNOCKING AT DOOR)
MAN: (OUTSIDE) Lunch is being served in the mess, sir.
Right. Yes.
Thank you.
(WIND WHISTLES, VEHICLE APPROACHES)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
WILLIAMS: (MUFFLED) Hello?
Hello? Testing.
Can you hear me?
Ugh. Bloody things.
Oh, God. (STATIC)
BRESTON: (MUFFLED) Oh, yes.
I think I have you now, Williams.
WILLIAMS: Ah. (INHALES)
Didn't get to 60, then? What?
(LOUDLY) Didn't get to 60, then?!
Oh. Oh. Uh, it'll be about 40 by 10, or thereabouts.
(STATIC) Not for long.
(BREAKING UP) Not quite what we predicted.
MYER: What?
Shut up, Myer. We're talking! (STATIC)
What?! Ugh.
BRESTON: You'll find it was 40 by 10.
They've shut it off? What?
MYER: It only put out 35... (STATIC)
(ALL SHOUT IN FRUSTRATION) (STATIC)
(MEN CHATTER)
So, if you'll forgive me, Mr Moore,
what is the purpose of your stay?
His Excellency thought it might be a good idea
for me to spend some time...
..to...
..observe things around here.
Observe?
I see.
Your bloody marys, General.
Thank you, Swanny.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Keep 'em coming.
And we'll have the chablis with the main.
SWANNY: Very good, sir.
Any particular part of the camp you'd like to observe, Mr Moore?
MOORE: Let me assure you both
that His Excellency is a great admirer of the work
you chaps are doing here.
And you well know the esteem
in which he holds you personally, General.
But? No, Major, there is no 'but'.
(CHUCKLES) Please understand, I'm not here to poke holes.
You must know the huge importance of this project
to Britain and the Empire.
There is no greater priority for the cabinet
because nuclear is our future.
Her Majesty herself
is constantly briefed on the subject.
She's keen to know all there is to know about this place.
I say! That's a damn fine show, isn't it, Leo?
It is, sir.
CRANKY: She's such a delightful young thing, isn't she?
So, you're a career diplomat, eh, then, Mr Moore?
I am, sir.
Well, if they've sent you here, you're clearly prospering.
One has one's hopes.
Tell me, where did you school? Winchester.
Ah.
Good.
And then?
Cambridge.
Tell me, did you ever make the acquaintance
of those two utter bastards Burgess and Maclean?
Mm...
No, I...
..never had the pleasure, sir -
or, should I say, the shame, sir.
Hanging's too good for them, I say.
Commie traitors. Hm.
CRANKY: Actually, you know, when I think about it,
Russia's probably worse than hell.
So let them rot in Moscow with Khrushchev, eh?
(LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES)
My wife loves anything to do with spies.
Can't get enough Graham Greenes in her diet.
You know, I have it on good authority,
Greene is a part-time spy too.
I've heard the same thing, General.
Mm. (KNOCK AT DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS)
Sir, Mr Moore, I'm... I'm afraid I'm being paged.
May I be excused, sir? Yes, of course, Leo.
Thank you, sir. We'll get to the reports later.
Mr Moore.
Please tell me you found Carmen.
We found someone else.
(SIGHS)
Fuck.
It's just never easy, is it?
Dead or alive? Alive.
Man or woman?
Both. (CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS)
(MOVIE CAMERA WHIRRS)
I thought you released three of those last night, Dr Ratchett.
RATCHETT: Six last night, actually.
And another six this morning. (CAMERA CLICKS)
Need to establish a trail.
If ever there is one.
No trail so far?
I guess that's good news, then.
Very good news, Baxter.
It means the plume doesn't travel...
..which means the radiation doesn't either.
BAXTER: Whoo!
Wow. Looks like that balloon's travelling.
RATCHETT: That's nature's work, my boy, not the bomb's.
It's a question of radium's atomic weight, you see -
very heavy.
The cloud goes up, the cloud comes down.
But for my purposes, of course, I need to track the wind.
Uh, now you've lost me.
Uh... (CHUCKLES)
That's one of the great things about science -
it's a marvellous conversation stopper.
(WIND HOWLS)
(NEWS MUSIC PLAYS OVER P.A.)
ANNOUNCER: Prime Minister Menzies is to set out on a tour
to the United States and the United Kingdom,
in which he will have a series of meetings
with both President Dwight Eisenhower
and British Prime Minister Anthony Eden.
The atomic bomb tests in Maralinga
are set to be at the top of the agenda at both meetings.
Australia is clearly doing its bit.
(MEN CHATTER)
MAN: Hey, keep those buckets coming.
Keep those buckets coming.
The line's stretching quick. Get in, get out.
BRESTON: Oh, I needed that.
Fresh air is a beautiful thing.
MAN: Oh, Dave! Mate! (GROANS)
Feelin' a bit butchers, eh? (SIGHS)
Yeah, Vic. I feel like shit.
Ah.
(VOMITS, COUGHS)
OK. OK.
(GROANS)
I'll get you up to the RCU. (SIGHS) Thanks, Vic.
I feel really cold all of a sudden, mate.
You get crook enough,
they'll send you to Adelaide for a few weeks' recovery.
Yeah.
That'd be pretty sweet.
Thanks, mate.
That's alright. Ta.
BAXTER: (OUTSIDE) Dr Ratchett?
Yes?
The scientists want to have a word with you.
Just give me a couple of minutes.
Righto.
MAN: X-rays are fine, Leo. No fractures.
It's a nasty blow, though. Just needs bedrest.
CORINNE: Mm-hm.
Lewis, is there any... sign of... sexual intercourse?
LEWIS: And that would be relevant here because...?
Because I'd assumed that
you'd given her a complete examination.
Well, it depends what you mean by 'complete', Leo.
I'd be surprised if a consulting physician,
when presented with a patient
suffering from evident cranial contusions
and potential subdural haematoma,
would instantly stampede towards the vagina
in order to ensure the examination was complete.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Just being thorough.
Well, I must say,
yours is a very strange
and specific brand of thoroughness.
(VEHICLE APPROACHES, HORN HONKS)
CORINNE: Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.
Marilyn! WOMAN: Yes?
Oh, yep. Yep, I'll do it.
Quickly, take him straight through to Private Room 3.
Oh, God. Here we go. Come on.
That's it. I've got you now. Come on.
(WOMAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(CHUCKLES)
That's Russian. I know. Can you speak it?
Just the little I picked up in the war.
Did you get any of what she said?
Well, a... a bit. What bit?
The word 'people', I think.
We need Jones.
Check her luggage, will you, Lewis? I need to call Baxter.
Uh, Jones speaks Russian? Really?
Don't leave her unattended.
Jones speaks Russian?
Nice luggage.
Hi, Alice. Hi, Leo.
I need to talk to Baxter.
How do I...? Oh. Allow me.
Huh.
Baxter? Are you there? BAXTER: Yeah, Leo.
Mate, can you get someone to find Jonesy
and send him to the hospital post-haste?
Consider it done, mate.
Tell him he may be here for some time - he should bring a book.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
Thank you.
(GUNSHOT)
(BIRDS SCREECH)
(MEN CHATTER)
You've spent time in Cairo, Rupe.
What do you make of it?
Between you and me, Prime Minister?
Of course.
I'd get the hell out of there.
Egypt, Middle East - they're ancient.
Their problems are entrenched.
You know, I've always toed the positive line
for you and Winston,
but, God, Tony, it will take at least two decades
to sort out the issues of Jerusalem alone!
Winston bequeathed you
a political and military disaster,
and he did so deliberately.
Churchill never wanted my sun to rise, did he?
(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
I'm not sure how to put this, but...
..are you in any way vulnerable?
(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
I beg your pardon, Prime Minister.
Vulnerable to what, specifically?
Your Mr Moore.
I've had word that he was a very close acquaintance
of Guy Burgess.
Did you know about that?
Really, Tony.
Tongues are wagging in Whitehall, Rupe.
I've been told. (SIGHS)
What are they wagging about, specifically?
That your chief of staff was having it off with a KGB spy.
That enough?
That was at least two years before he came to work for me.
Nevertheless...
..the most sensitive place in the Empire, apart from Suez,
right now is Maralinga.
(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
It's in your patch, and it's nuclear.
I can't have tongues wagging, Rupe.
What are you suggesting?
Do you love him?
I do.
(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
I'm sorry, but if you persist in maintaining this relationship,
you'll have to resign from the FO.
Oh, don't worry, I'll make it as dignified for you as I can -
make you a lord or something.
On the other hand...
..if we were to come to some arrangement,
I could make you permanent secretary of the Foreign Office.
Well, you know Dutchy's about to retire.
Listen to me, Rupe.
We have been friends for 35 years.
I want to look after you.
Oh, what do you mean by "some arrangement"?
(GUNSHOT) (BIRD SQUAWKS)
Eeyore! (CHUCKLES) MAN: (IN DISTANCE) Sir!
How many have you bagged, you mad bugger?
Oh, just the one.
(BREATHES UNSTEADILY)
SCHNEIDER SISTERS: ♪ When the joint is jumpin'
♪ And the night is right
♪ And everybody's feelin' right
♪ We get out the thimbles and the old washboard
♪ The kids go crazy and they yell for more
♪ Gonna dance and romance to the Washboard Rock'n'Roll
♪ Wanna do that Washboard Rock'n'Roll... ♪
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(PHONE DIAL WHIRRS)
(LINE RINGS)
Uh, hello. I'd like to speak with Minister Lachlan, please.
It's Molly Lipton.
Yes. Yes.
Oh, OK.
Yep.
Yes. It's Adelaide 9239.
Yes, I know the Minister.
We were together yesterday in Maralinga.
Tell him it's very urgent. (HANGS UP)
Hello?
(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)
LEWIS: So, these labels tell us that everything in this trunk
was made in France and Italy.
It's expensive stuff. Uh, nothing from here or Russia.
Any papers? None that I could find.
You know, this luggage is English.
Hamstrow & Young. My family swears by it.
I think she's English and she's well connected.
You don't dream in a second language.
Well, who says you don't?
Anyway, you're an Australian, Leo -
if only you had a FIRST language.
She speaks Russian.
Is that what we've come to?
Are we that paranoid,
someone just has to be able to SPEAK Russian?
Do you have any idea how parochial that sounds?
Do you recognise any of these?
Never seen anything like them in my life.
JONES: What's up, boss?
Did Hilly and Murph fill you in about the girl they found?
Yep. Well, she can speak Russian.
She came to momentarily.
Do you really speak Russian, Jonesy?
Yeah. Fluently?
Reasonably fluently, yeah. How? Why?
Oh, since I was a child,
the Russians were always my favourite writers.
I wanted to read exactly what they wrote, so I taught myself.
What? You taught yourself Russian? That's impossible.
OK, listen, can we focus here, please?
I've got a gift for languages.
Admittedly, I did have five or six lessons when I was about 12.
Had to do odd jobs to pay for them.
Alright! A heart-warming story, to be sure.
Jonesy, I want you to stay in this room.
Do not leave under any circumstances.
Corinne will give you a bedpan.
Really?
Yeah. If she wakes up again,
I want you to write down every word she says.
In English or in Russian?
Well, Russian's gonna do me
a whole lot of bloody good, isn't it, mate?
OK, Leo.
What? So you're just assuming she's a spy?
My sentiment exactly.
I'm not assuming anything, Cor, until we know more about her.
Why can't she just be a woman who speaks Russian?
Well, she could be, of course,
because there are buckets of those in South Australia, Corinne -
especially well-dressed, rich ones
who happen upon a nuclear facility.
I need to see the driver. Are you coming?
Alright. She needs some housekeeping.
I'll just be five minutes.
Don't you leave before speaking to me first.
Yeah. OK.
And, Jonesy, if she does wake up and you start chatting,
for God's sake, don't give anything away -
especially about the camp.
We need to know why she's here and what she knows,
not the other way round.
You speak any other languages, Jonesy?
French, German, Spanish, Turkish, a little Japanese -
wouldn't take it out at night.
God! Why haven't you applied for intelligence?
Oh, I did.
But Australian intelligence doesn't trust anyone
who speaks Russian or German, so...
You know, I pass my spare time writing a spy novel.
Do you? I find it very therapeutic.
Not a bad little story either, even if I am banging my own drum.
This one's gone blind.
Jesus.
Temporarily? Don't know.
He probably dislodged his retina in the accident.
Ironically, we're not all that well equipped for eyes here.
Could have been blinded by the flash of the bomb, of course.
Academic, really, at this point.
We need to send him to a specialist in Adelaide
as soon as he can travel.
Wait. Oi! We need to talk.
I can't right now, Cor. Yes, you can.
(SIGHS) OK.
(MUTTERS) It never can be easy!
What is it?
I found it in the RCU this morning.
Beside a bag we keep for storing instruments
that have been exposed to radiation.
What sort of instrument is it?
It isn't an instrument, Leo.
None that I know of.
I think it's a woman's ring.
This? Who could possibly wear this?
If I had to take a guess,
perhaps a woman who'd been exposed to an atomic explosion.
They brought her in this morning.
I was thinking it might belong to the girl you lost.
Did she wear a large silver ring?
Maybe.
This is a melted woman's ring, Leo.
Why was she out there?
I don't know.
What was her name?
Carmen.
There's every chance that she was abducted and raped,
just like Alice was, isn't there?
I don't know. Yes, you do.
So, was she raped? You must have checked.
She was remnants, Leo.
There's very little to check.
(SIGHS)
Who found her? Why wasn't I told about this?
Well, the reason that no-one can know about this
is that she was brought in
with two other blokes in the same state she was.
Lewis thinks they were probably black.
They were less than a mile from the blast site, Leo.
Well, that's impossible. There are no blacks here.
Oh, for God's sake, Leo!
Stop being so ridiculous.
If there are no blacks here,
then why does the army pay Dalglish
to drive out and push 'em out past the perimeter?
I mean, I saw what was left of them, Leo.
Christ!
You know you can't say anything.
I know, Leo.
They could shoot you without a trial. Leo, I bloody know!
Can I see the bodies?
They're gone. And they weren't bodies.
They were spirited away in lead-lined trucks.
And if they were in the RCU,
you know that I couldn't show you in there.
Then I probably WOULD be shot.
You keep it.
I suspect you will need it more than I do.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
What do you think it is?
Reminds me of something.
Could it be Carmen's ring?
Her silver ring?
Right, but...
..how would that become this?
A nuclear fireball, maybe.
Last night? Do you think it's possible?
I guess.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Poor Carmen.
The little that was left of her was found with
a little of what was left of two black blokes.
Are you saying the black blokes took her?
I don't know.
But you could say that if you wanted.
Solves a lot of our problems.
Especially Molly.
Leo, you have to tell Molly that Carmen's dead.
I'll go to Adelaide in the morning.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)
(WHISPERS)
I never want to hear that name again. Do you understand?
Yes.
ST JOHN: Charlie, please try him again. I'm begging you.
I need to talk to him.
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
Charlie? Charlie?!
(GROANS)
Uh...
It's not my position, General, I'm not condoning it.
I'm just saying both our governments HAVE a position
and are adamant about it.
Yes, yes, of course.
But, you see, my wife asked me in a letter the other day,
"How many Aborigines have you met, dear?"
"What are they like?"
Now, my wife lives in Dorset and I obviously live here.
Or is it Kent now?
One or the other.
Yet she assumes that I have seen Aborigines,
whereas I have been told, as you so rightly point out,
by two heads of government and innumerable officials,
that there are no Aborigines in this region.
Why would my wife be suffering under this delusion, Mr Moore?
She's a clever girl.
And when I think about it, you know,
I've never really gone out there to see for myself,
'cause they keep telling me they're not there.
But, you know, sometimes I think
I damn well should take a look for myself.
Otherwise it's, um... a bit remiss of me, don't you know?
Well, why don't you, sir?
Dammit, I will.
We'll get Leo and a driver. Should be good fun.
But first, I feel as full as a Catholic school.
Swanny, be a good chap and fetch the Calvados, will you?
That should expel some slow learners.
Do we really need to bother Major Carmichael, sir?
Doubtless he's busy.
My dear fellow,
every time I do something without telling Leo first,
it turns out to be an enormous cock-up.
Sir, I've had a very active career in the public service.
Quite frankly, I don't merely want to observe,
I want to serve.
Now, surely as busy as you are
and as busy as Major Carmichael is,
you could use an extra pair of hands?
Yes, well, you make a good point.
Still, Leo should know if I'm going out there.
(CRACKS KNUCKLES) Of course, sir.
MOLLY: She's missing, Bill! Our darling girl is missing.
And she went missing at your camp!
And you're gonna find her!
Molly, calm down and listen to me.
It's not my camp. I don't know who you're talking about.
Her name is Carmen!
Do you hear me?!
Carmen! She was on your patch. She was at Maralinga.
And if she's not found by tomorrow
I swear I'll take down the lot of ya!
Christ!
I know what happens over there, Phil.
I know everything.
And I have the negatives and I have dozens of copies
of the photos of you and me, Phil!
I will take you down and the government with you!
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
Hel... Oh...
(RANTS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Minister... Minister, please.
Phil! What a pleasant surprise.
Sorry, Dick. Rude, barging in.
Sir Frank, so good to see you.
Phil, you're as white as a ghost.
Well, looks urgent. Ought I to excuse myself.
No, Sir Frank, it's just, um...
..I heard from Maralinga.
FRANK: Oh, we were just discussing Maralinga.
So, what did you hear?
Oh, it's... it's good news.
The results from the latest test have just come through.
It's all good.
I just thought you'd like to know as soon as possible, Dick.
FRANK: All safe and sound, then?
Oh, everything's fine, Sir Frank.
Because Dick and I were just discussing the recent
Opposition attacks in the House,
accusing the PM of keeping secrets about Maralinga.
Nonsense, of course,
but it seems to be cutting through a little.
Dick's opposite, the odious Ryan fellow,
seems to be getting a bit of a profile in the allied press.
"Odious fellow"...
Sir Frank was telling me the PM has an interesting idea.
PHIL: Excellent.
And whilst it's all perfectly well out there,
the PM is concerned that the public
is insufficiently engaged with the project.
He wonders if it's all a bit distant and technical
to keep the punters interested,
and he was wondering if the whole thing could be humanised.
Humanised? FRANK: Mm.
Move away from the mushroom clouds a step or two
and find a face to promote,
someone the public will like.
I told Sir Frank we may have just the fellow.
A good-looking chap, war hero. Ticks all the boxes, Phil.
Someone the public will trust.
Make the whole show feel reassuring.
Have him do tours, speeches.
Trust! Right. Yes.
I think it's a great idea, Sir Frank.
Well, I ought to be getting along.
Nothing else, Phil?
No, no, it's just a rush of blood to the head.
I always like to be the bearer of glad tidings.
Sorry to barge in. Thank you, Dick.
Sir Frank.
See you in Cabinet in the morning, Phil.
Indeed.
See you then.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Shit! Fuck!
Jonesy. (GRUNTS)
You scared the shit out of me. What's happened?
She got away.
(CRIES OUT)
(SCREAMS)
Who are you and what are you fucking doing here?!
You're Australian.
I am.
And you're a soldier.
Am I in Maralinga?
Will you let me go, please? No.
I'm British, dammit.
So you're a Russian Brit or a Brit Russian.
Either way, we're gonna keep you under lock and key
until we check out your story.
What story?
The one you're about to tell me.
Get up. (GRUNTS)
Jesus, Leo! Disappear, Jonesy.
I'll handle this. Are you gonna talk?
I may if I find someone worth talking to.
Leo! I say, Leo.
(MUTTERS) God.
Sir. Been looking for you.
They thought you might be here.
Oh, you seem to have company, Leo.
Ah, this young lady was going to observe the tests with us, sir,
but her jeep rolled and she suffered head injuries.
General Crankford. Yes.
Eva Lloyd-George.
Lloyd-George? I say.
My uncle is Gwilym Lloyd-George.
The home secretary. What?
Gwilly? Yes, Gwilly.
I believe he sent you a telegram to say I was to be stationed here.
Gwilly. Yes, yes, of course. Totally slipped my mind.
We've met once or twice when I was younger
at my grandpapa's house.
He was the British prime minister during the Great War, by the way.
Oh, yes, of course.
Come here.
Are you alright?
I say, that's a nasty-looking crack on the noggin there.
Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you.
Oh, this is St John...
St John Moore, of the Foreign Office.
Miss Lloyd-George, it's an honour.
How do you do, Mr Moore?
I should help Miss Lloyd-George back to her room, sir.
I won't be a moment. Of course, of course.
But don't dawdle. I need to steal you away, Leo.
Because St John and I have decided that it's about time
we met some Aborigines.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Aborigines, Leo.
Out there. Now?
Yes. Now, if you please.
I see. Aborigines out there.
Um... sir, you know there are no Aborigines in Maralinga.
It's the official line. Strict government policy.
I was just telling him that.
Yes, well, my wife thinks the government's policy
is a load of old rot.
I mean, it stands to reason, doesn't it?
We've seen them in other spots all round the place.
Some of them have to be here.
We employ that chap.
The Scotsman to keep them out, don't we?
Sir, let's debate about this tomorrow, shall we?
It's night, even if we knew they were here,
we wouldn't have a clue where.
It's a beautiful moon. ST JOHN: It is indeed.
Well, that settles it, then.
I'll just get changed, shall I, General?
No, she needs bed rest.
It's doctor's orders, sir. General, I'm fine.
Very well. Off you pop, then. Change away.
Quick sticks.
And call me Cranky.
LZ.
EVA: I told you I was British.
LEO: Yes, but I didn't realise
exactly how British you were at the time.
Very, very British. And the Russian?
My mother was very, very Russian.
So just 50% British, then.
But that 50% is doubly devoted.
So, what do you do, Doctor? Why are you here?
I'm a meteorologist. We already have one of those.
Dear Quentin, yes. He was my tutor at Cambridge.
I have a new research project.
It's an enormous opportunity
to be able to describe conditions out here.
Tell me, Major, are we going to see any Aborigines tonight?
No, no chance whatsoever.
Oh, shame.
You know, I looked in the Britannica
and the wombat has more paragraphs than the Aborigines.
As did the koala.
Oh! Is that a fire?
LEO: What? Where? EVA: Stop there, please.
Cranky. Cranky, wake up. What?
Who's there? What's going on?
Where the bloody hell are we?
We're out looking for Aborigines, remember?
Really? When do we leave?
There's a fire over there beside us.
Who the blazes are you?
Eva. Huh?
Gwilly's niece. Oh, yes. The niece. Of course.
There's a fire, you say.
Well, let's put it out, then.
I think what Dr Lloyd-George is getting at
is that it may be an Aboriginal camp.
Really? EVA: Yes.
Well, tally-ho!
To the fire with speed.
Of course, sir.
I say.
My name is General Lord Harrington Crankford.
Doubtless you've heard of me.
It's delightful to meet you.
Er... you may, of course, call me Cranky.
So, tell me all about yourselves.
Leo, do they not speak English?
No, sir.
Well, you might have told me.
I look like a damned fool. Sorry, sir.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Parlez-vous francais? Nor French, sir.
Dammit, man! No English, no French?
I'm sure they mean no offence, sir.
Why don't you give them a present?
Present? We don't have any presents, do we?
May I?
It's Furlong & Enmore.
It's lovely and soft. Splendid. Let's give it a try.
A gift?
Please.
Furlong & Enmore, Savile Row.
Sir, maybe we should be getting on.
So soon?
Yes, I expect.
Well, it's been jolly nice to have met you.
We'll drop by again, shall we?
My wife will be delighted.
Good show.
(WOMAN SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)
It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen or heard.
Really, quite devastating.
I will grant you, there are some things you do exceedingly well.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) What?
Who is it? St John Moore, sir.
Enter.
Sir...
Sorry to trouble you, sir. What is it?
I feel extremely awkward about this, sir,
but it's something I think you...
I may be wrong,
but there's something I think you need to know.
What?
Major Carmichael has been saying
some rather disparaging things
about tonight's adventure with the blacks, sir,
and about you.
Leo?
I find that very hard to believe.
I know it's not my place, sir.
Leo?
I just thought you should know, sir.
This is a highly, highly sensitive facility
and you, as commandant,
must know whom you can trust.
I'm a great admirer of yours, sir.
The Boer, Kenya, France, India.
You deserve respect, sir.
Thank you, Mr Moore.
That will be all.
Thank you, sir.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Just a second!
Hello? Oh, good morning.
My name's Whicker. How are you?
Good. OK, thanks.
What can I do for you, Mr Whicker?
May I come in?
Not until you tell me what I can do for you.
Oh, yes, of course. Terribly sorry.
How rude of me. My apologies. (CLEARS THROAT)
I'm from the Australian Security and Intelligence Organisation.
ASIO.
May I come in?
Oh, very, uh... sweet little house.
Oh, how can I help you, Mr Whicker?
Two days ago, you visited
a top-secret military installation at Maralinga,
presumably in your professional capacity.
And there's at least six things wrong with that sentence.
(CHUCKLES)
I came here to ask you a few questions.
But, more importantly... I'm here to help you, Molly.
Listen, mate, you've got the wrong girl.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Hm.
I see. (CLEARS THROAT)
(YELPS)
Now, you listen to me, you little whore.
We know what you've been up to.
We've been tapping Lachlan's phone.
We tap ALL the ministers' phones.
Now, I could so easily just kill you, you know?
But my super, well, my super, he must be getting soft.
He said to me, he said, "She's just a working girl."
"She sounds smart."
"Why don't you pay her a visit, Whicker,"
"and tell her to be discreet to the point of silence"
"about Lachlan and Maralinga"
"and to never go back there,"
"or we should be forced to put a very quick and very final end"
"to the matter?"
"Not just for her, but for her little friends as well."
Now, do you understand my super's point, Molly?
Mm-hm. (GRUNTS) Yes. Yes.
Ooh!
Good.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hello.
Just leaving. (CLEARS THROAT) Good day.
What the hell do you think you've been doing, huh?!
Leo? Leo!
Let go of me!
(SLICING NOISE, THUDDING)
(MOLLY GASPS)
(SHRIEKS)
Oh, fuck!
(MUTTERS)
Are you OK? Uh-huh. (LAUGHS)
Who was he?
He said he was ASIO.
What did you do? Nothing.
Look, there's a dead ASIO agent on your floor.
We're not playing fucking games here!
I called Lachlan.
Jesus, why would you do that?!
'Cause I was pissed
and I just told him that we would blow the gaff on Maralinga
if we didn't get Carm back today.
I didn't think he'd be the type to do this.
He probably isn't.
ASIO was probably tapping his phone.
That's what he said.
That's exactly what he said. They were tapping his phone.
Moll, we can't fight these people.
I'm calling the cops.
No, you're not, because if you do,
you'll be found dead in a cell by sundown.
These are very serious fellas.
OK, so, here's what we do. We both have to clean up.
I'll call Lenny. He'll know someone who can help with the body.
Yeah, Lenny.
If you have to call anyone, only use payphones.
You and the other girls have to disappear, starting today.
Somewhere very remote. Lenny can help with that as well.
You have to be out of this house in an hour, tops.
Leo, I'm not leaving without Carm. Not without knowing that she's OK.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
What?
You recognise this?
No. Should I?
It's a big silver ring.
That's not Carmen's ring.
I'm sorry, Moll, but the news is bad.
What we think happened is somebody abducted her
when she went to the latrine.
He took her a few miles away, probably raped her.
He probably left her out there to die,
but she managed to walk back towards the camp.
By the time the test went off, she was just too close.
Listen, you can't afford to melt down right now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but you have to clean up,
get your stuff together and get out of here.
There's no time to mourn now.
(SOBS)
I want to help you.
OK? I have some money.
But, Molly, you need to be tough right now, OK?
I am. Believe me, I am.
I am making you the face of Maralinga.
Dad!
We only have about 90 seconds
before there'll be a knock on the front door.
They're men I work with. Oh, shit.
We can haul you away right now
and keep you in custody pretty much forever.
Are you a spy?
Some of your people may be trying to protect you from yourself.
You're not meant to be seeing blacks, sir.
One of our balloons has landed in the backyard
of one of my son's friends.
WILCOX: Is there something you know that I, as the responsible minister,
ought to know about Maralinga?
I know it's you who's been doing the leaking.
Captions by Red Bee Media
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