Oh!
So you told ASIO where the girls were?!
The girls are dead because of you!
(GUNSHOT)
EVA: My ex-husband was the London bureau chief for Pravda.
Now he works for Khrushchev.
I see my daughter... three times a year.
So you are a double agent?
We blow it up. You two run cable.
Two days, Myer? Two days.
Miss Syddell. We're from ASIO.
My job is to stop all leaks and recover the documents.
Because if they do see the political light of day,
they'll take down two governments.
CRANKY: Is he going to die soon?
DALGLEISH: Yes. Very well, then.
I think I'll come along with you.
I should like to be of some assistance.
EMMA AND HARRY: Surprise! Happy birthday, Dad!
LORRAINE: Happy birthday, darling.
It's a present from the Attorney-General.
CRANKY: # And did those feet
# In ancient time
# Walk upon England's mountains green?
# And was the Holy Lamb of God
# On England's pleasant pastures seen?
# And did the countenance divine
# Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
# And was Jerusalem builded here
# Among these dark, satanic mills?
d Bring me my bow of burning gold... d
(DOOR SLAMS) Eva.
Not quite.
(SIGHS) What are you doing here?
They're Quentin's last reports?
Yeah.
Where's Eva? I don't know.
I've been waiting here for hours.
(THEME MUSIC)
OK, just... just tell me.
Are these as damaging as you seem to think they are?
Look, I don't understand them either,
but Quentin seemed to think
that they would bring down Eden and Menzies if they got out.
What I think they prove is that the atomic clouds travel.
It's radiation being blown all over the country.
OK.
Have you seriously been kidding yourself all this time?!
You don't know about the legs.
Do you?
(DOOR FLIES OPEN)
What the...? Tell me about the legs, Lewis.
Just... c-calm down, will you?
Corinne says you've been hacking legs off dead soldiers.
Oh. Oh, those legs.
It's... it's simply science, Leo.
They're already dead. It's nothing improper.
I thought the science was about bombs, not legs.
Leo, the science is about the troops.
The bombs are a-a necessary part of the experiment.
There will inevitably be nuclear war, Leo,
so we need to prepare.
Every contingency must be thought through.
So, if we were to drop a five-kiloton payload on Moscow,
how long would we have to wait
before we could send in a 1,000-strong force?
Assuming we wanted the force to have a 40% survival rate?
You know, that sort of thing.
I don't know anything about that sort of thing.
We're testing the troops
under a variety of combative nuclear scenarios.
How close can they be positioned near a blast
to survive radiation poisoning?
Or not? Or... or for how long?
Or what are our losses going to be?
What's the damage to the tanks, the armour,
the water supply, flora and fauna?
Think about it, man.
How contaminated is the grass the cows feed on?
How affected is the food chain? Milk, meat?
The problem is we haven't had a nuclear war yet,
so we have no experience.
Therefore, by definition, testing is required.
Not just of the bombs themselves,
but all elements and assets.
Hence the cutting off of legs.
You are cutting off legs, then?
Off the dead.
Those who've died from cancer or radiation poisoning.
It's vital information and will save lives.
I see. And if they're dead soldiers, they can't object?
Well, exactly.
Don't worry, it's not just soldiers.
Civilians of all ages.
This is a cradle-to-grave operation.
Babies? Yes. The younger, the better.
A baby's leg yields much more information
than a 50-year-old's.
The cells...
(THUD!)
I have to get these to Eva.
What?
I think we need insurance.
You... you can't type any faster?
Leo, I am a nurse, not a secretary.
You may not be aware, but the training is a little different.
I know that men think
that all women should be nurses and typists,
but the truth is, you can probably type faster than I can.
I can't type. That is my point.
Where's the M?!
Um...
Oh, for God's sake! There.
(COUGHS)
Oh! (CHUCKLES) Pardon me.
Must be the dust or... sand or... whatever.
(SIGHS) Christ.
Uh...
Where are we going?
To the weather lab.
Why?
I need a favour.
I need you to type some copies of some documents.
Now? Yeah.
Are they secret documents?
Yes, as a matter of fact, they are.
Top-secret?
Super-duper top-secret, as it happens.
Wow!
If I do a good job,
can we change our name to Carmichael-Smith?
Or maybe Carmichael-Fitzhound.
Fitzhound? What? No.
So, what do I get out of this?
The thanks of a grateful nation.
(TYPEWRITER CLACKS)
Are you gonna tell Mum about this?
I wasn't planning to.
I'll get you a new bike.
There we go. Deal.
It's not enough. It never is.
All I've ever wanted was a double-barrelled name.
Since five hours ago!
Well, that's not too much to ask.
See? OK.
I'm not talking about changing the bloody name anymore.
Just concentrate. This is important.
Maybe when you grow up and you start writing books,
then you can become Emma Carmichael-Fitzhound.
Of course! A nom de plume. (CHUCKLES) There you go.
Oh!
(TYRES SCREECH)
BAXTER: (KNOCKS AT DOOR) Cable for you, sir.
It can wait!
Please, kindly bugger off!
Yeah, I just thought you should know,
the Home Office, they need to speak to you.
They've booked a call, sir. It's from London.
Hey.
Er, i-it is from London?
The Home Office? Whitehall?
Uh... the Home Secretary himself?
Oh, not personally, sir.
From his office. The permanent secretary of his department.
He mentioned the royal tour.
The what?!
The Queen or Duke of Edinburgh -
either or both, I don't think it's been decided -
is, or are, coming to open the Melbourne Olympics,
and there's a discussion about
whether they should come here to see a test.
Here?! The Queen?! I don't know any details, sir.
The Queen may be coming here?! Good God, man! Oh!
W-well, we have to... God!
Well, th-this is progress!
This is what the Empire is all about!
Oh!
The Queen! Oh! Oh!
I understand nothing has been confirmed,
but you must understand that I am the Home Secretary's
and the Palace's point of contact for this tour.
Not the Prime Minister. Needn't bother him.
Actually - a wonderful coincidence -
the Home Secretary's niece is working here at Maralinga
as we speak.
Meteorologist.
I'm sorry?
Er, but that's impossible. She's here.
Eva.
Definitely his niece.
Oh! (LAUGHS) Must be my mistake.
I see.
Thank you.
(MURMURS)
(EVA GRUNTS)
(DROPS ROCK)
(OPENS DOOR)
(CRANKS ENGINE)
Come on.
Fuck!
(SCREAMS) Fuck!
(BUZZARD CRIES)
LEO: Boy, you can really type.
I can do a lot of things, Leo.
(CHUCKLES) I think I have a good brain.
I know you do.
That's how I know you're in trouble.
You're in trouble, right?
I just want to know you're safe.
You know, we've all lost a lot of sleep worrying about you.
Especially Harry.
It's not really fair of you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
It actually might be better if you hung on to this for a bit.
It's a secret... of course.
Just hide 'em somewhere. Don't even tell me where they are.
Will it make you safer?
I hope it will make everyone safer.
(LEO SIGHS)
Goodnight, Em.
Good morning, Leo.
Thank you.
Happy birthday.
(CROWS CAW)
(WIND BLOWS)
(GROANS)
(SIGHS)
Oh, bloody hell.
Oi. So we're just gonna wait for the bomb to explode, are we, or...?
Leo! The journos are getting antsy, mate. We've almost run out of booze!
Just make sure they're on the platform
when the bloody thing goes off.
Tell me, have either of you seen Dr Lloyd-George this morning?
Jesus. No.
Well, she's got to be around here somewhere, doesn't she?
Ask around. If you can't find her in half an hour, you know what to do.
That took a while, whatever it was.
Are you ready to come home?
You must have moved on by now.
Haven't you?
No, Leo.
You've moved on.
I haven't.
I'm still at home with the gate and the dog and...
..whatever it was.
You left as my loving husband in '42
and you came back a stranger in '46.
I can take the past, Leo. I can...
I can process France, whatever it was.
The little I understand of it.
But I'm terrified about the present.
We have two beautiful children.
We should do what's right for them.
You know... they are our future.
The war is your past. Past?
Look at where we are now, Lor.
This is my present.
Right here in this camp,
which was created to see
how efficiently we can kill a lot of people.
This is still war.
We're killing people here as we speak.
In the present tense.
(SIGHS)
War it is, then.
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
Hey! Dalgleish!
Hey! Hey!
What the hell happened to you, Jonesy?
I hit a rock and this bugger bucked it.
I got thrown clear. Sweet Mother Mary!
You must have been going at quite the fucking clip.
I mean, what... what were you chasing?
There's a rapist on the base, Dally.
He attacked a girl last night.
Who was he, Jones?
He was wearing a balaclava. I couldn't see.
So, been having a rough old time of it, eh, chappy?
Uh... (CHUCKLES) It's been a bit of a day, sir.
Adventures aplenty out here, I dare say.
In the dunes.
I dare say, sir.
(GRUNTS)
Hello, Phil. Hello, Phil.
Have we met?
As you can see, we've been shot. And Lydia's dead.
Who... who the hell's Lydia?
L500.
OK. OK, just...
OK, you can't technically link me to a-any of this...
What the hell are you doi... What?
We call it insurance. I never travel without it.
L500. Do we have a yes?
It's only gonna go in one direction, Phil.
OK. This is Carmichael's fault. It's... i-it...
..it's a misunderstanding! Maladministration!
A-and I-I promise a full, independent inquiry!
I called you.
I was pissed, I admit it,
but the next thing I know, an ASIO agent comes to my door
and tries to kill me!
OK, i-if that happened, it had nothing to do with me.
Oh! O-OK! I'm a... I'm a cabinet minister!
Ohh!
A-ASIO tape and listen to all my calls,
so it's up to them, so, you know, I-I'm blameless!
Arggh! No, you're not.
Yes... yes, I am!
You have 24 hours to pay up.
Or we're coming back with a rusty scalpel.
We're not kidding, Phil. They have them here.
Ooh! Oh!
(GRUNTS)
Oh!
Get out!
Get out! I'll tell you when you can come back!
Get out! And shut the bloody door!
(DOOR CLOSES)
No. No, no, no. Er...
She thinks we're at war with them, sir.
Oh, my God, no! Not at all, I assure you.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Who is it? Dick Wilcox.
Are you alone, Major?
No, sir.
Then will you please join me outside?
Of course, sir. One second.
(OPENS DOOR)
That woman who claims to be a Lloyd-George
cannot be a Lloyd-George!
I've just checked with Who's Who.
Neither Gwilym Lloyd-George nor his wife have siblings.
There are no nieces! Or nephews!
Why wasn't she vetted?
How did no-one know this?
Did you not know this? No, sir, I did not.
She looks and sounds so plausible.
And she seemed to know the general.
The Queen may be coming here, Carmichael!
This woman is obviously a spy. Doubtless communist.
Deal with it! In what way, sir?
Do I have to make all the decisions?
Forgive me, sir, would you be so kind as to clarify
what you mean by "deal with it"?
Arrest, garrotte...
Don't be flip with me, Major! Not my intention, sir.
Just seeking clarification.
I've sent for ASIO agents to arrest whomever this woman is
and accompany her to Adelaide.
Might we not want to establish who she actually is
before we arrest her and send her to Adelaide, sir?
I've seen you two together.
Has she been trying to... recruit you, Major?
Let me remind you that you work exclusively for me.
Do your job!
Put her under house arrest. She's persona non grata!
We are going to give the press a series of lovely photographs
taken with your lovely family
on this lovely day here in Maralinga.
Then we're going to give them a spectacle.
A nuclear explosion.
After that, we're placing a communist traitor
on her plane to Adelaide in full sight of the media.
Today, we run the political fucking gamut!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I told you to fucking wait outside!
DICK: Phil! Phil, it's me!
Dick, thank God you're here! Come in, come in!
We've got a big problem with Carmichael. He...
What the hell?! Phil!
What... what is this? Not the hookers again?!
What is this? You're a sick man!
Oh, for Christ's sake, just help me pick them up!
Jesus Christ, Phil! Why don't you tell the general?!
They're here! They're...
..in the hospital! Th... the hookers!
Please, can you...
..make them go away?
(SINGS SOFTLY)
(WIND BLOWS)
Nice winds.
Did... nobody else hear that?
SAM: Hear what?
The winds?
Probably.
I only speak to you.
Why me?
Because you're a general, you idiot.
You can tell the troops what to do.
(RUBY HUMS SOFTLY)
(AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)
EVA: Hey. Uh...
(FLARE FIZZES)
Jesus. If that's not a sign...
(PANTS)
You know it's me.
Why are you scared?
I didn't... expect you to look quite like that.
Good God!
I like to think so.
It is you, isn't it?
But you're dying.
You can't die.
I'm tired.
I'm basically just a caretaker now anyway.
Time to sleep, General.
Time for you?
Or time for me? Probably both of us.
I don't want us to fight anymore.
Nor do I. But...
But fighting is in man's nature.
Is it not? No.
You invented it. Did we really?
Oh, I see.
You're responsible for the good and not the evil. Is that it?
Oh, it's all my bloody fault, isn't it?
Can't you just be responsible for yourselves?
You're not children. I gave you free will.
Big mistake.
How did ASIO know where we were, Leo?
Lenny was in trouble.
He traded you for a deal with ASIO.
Lenny?
Really?
Lenny's dead too, if that's of any comfort.
Very cold comfort, Leo. (SOBS)
Alright, then.
If Phil doesn't pay up, we cut off his dick.
I don't... I don't think that that's a good idea, Mol.
If not him, then who, Leo?
Whose ASIO dick can I cut off?
And you know I'm not fucking around.
Carmen and Lydia are dead, for Christ's sakes!
They tried to knock me off twice.
If you don't give me another ASIO dick to cut off,
it will be Phil's.
DICK: Whew!
Attorney. (CLEARS THROAT)
Oh. Is she under house arrest?
We can't find her, sir. You can't find her?!
She's a red spy in a British nuclear facility!
Can we have a quiet word, please, sir?
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep my voice down, Major.
Did you order ASIO to murder three prostitutes
who'd been here at Maralinga?! Don't be absurd!
I think you did - to cover things up for Lachlan.
There are photos of him with one of the girls
and I think you've seen them.
I have no idea what you're talking about!
Lachlan panicked, right? He asked you for help.
You made a call to ASIO. That's what happened, isn't it, Dick?!
Leo, let's just calm down, shall we?
I presume these three
were among the girls you were having flown in,
so there's a personal connection.
It must be very distressing.
Now, calm down. They were only hookers.
No.
There are security issues, Leo.
Why would you have innocent young women killed for Lachlan?
That piece of shit?
There are so many reasons to kill in this world.
I think a couple of them are OK.
But there is no reason for these girls to die for him.
So I'm proposing a deal.
I have insurance. I-I don't understand.
Eva, for want of another name,
came here to steal some documents about the weather.
The atomic clouds. What about them?
These documents prove they travel,
spraying all that bipartisan democratic radiation
all over the country.
Nonsense! (LAUGHS) I've seen the reports.
You've been duped.
The clouds don't travel. (LAUGHS)
It's a scientific fact.
They do travel, Dick.
And by the way, should something happen to the girls or me
or my family...
..everyone who's living under those clouds will also know.
The woman has these documents? Yes.
Do we have a deal?
Of course we have a deal.
Corporal Baxter. Agent Cartwright.
Agent Martin. Welcome.
Uh, this way.
DALGLEISH: Sir?
Hmm? Sir, did you hear me?
I'm sorry, Dally, what did you say?
I said it's really now time to take you two back
to what we laughingly refer to as civilisation.
Take him. I'm staying.
We've been through this, sir. Have we really, Dally?
Mm-hm. Excellent.
Then I won't have to rehash my arguments.
Chappy?
I'm staying too.
There. You see?
I can't leave you out here, sir.
I am your commanding officer.
I have issued an order. I require a salute.
I shall have to inform Leo, sir.
(SIGHS) Oh, very well, then. Inform him if you must.
He works for me, after all.
Off you go, then. Inform your tits off.
Your quarters, gentlemen.
Oh, God!
It's so good to see you!
Hello. Hello.
So, what brings you here?
Well, as you know, we work for the... government.
HARRY: Our dad's a hero. Yes. He's quite the hero.
Uh, you could have your photo taken with him.
Everyone wants his photo taken with him now.
Uh, we have things to do. Yeah.
There might be an opportunity for a photograph.
We're so proud. And we love him so much.
Right.
We should go freshen up.
We'll tell Dad you're here. I'm sure he would love to see you.
Uh-huh. OK.
Oh...
Er, don't...
Goodbye!
Ohh!
I can't take much more of that little girl.
She's brutal. Yeah.
Guess who's here. LORRAINE: Who?
The... The ASIO agents.
They're freshening up.
OK, the plane's probably waiting for you.
Baxter, the bags. Come on, let's go.
Yes, sir. Well... (SIGHS)
See you, champion.
OK, come on.
See you soon, OK?
You got 'em? Yeah. They're safe.
Safe trip.
Thank you.
(SIGHS) Goodbye.
(ENGINE STARTS)
EVA: It was Jones.
What was Jones?
He abducted me and was going to rape and murder me.
But I killed him first.
Jones?
Corinne has shown me Quentin's last report.
Is it real?
I don't know.
These seem perfectly authentic.
They make sense.
The sort of thing he'd write.
Is this all you have?
That's everything.
This will change things. I promise.
What I'm about to tell you goes no further than this room.
Major Carmichael will be delivering to you a red spy.
The thing is, it's possible he may be red too.
He's attempted to blackmail me.
Deal with them both.
There's also some documents about the weather
that need to be located as a matter of urgency.
There's also two prostitutes in the hospital.
They're part of the blackmail.
They need to be accommodated as well.
CARTWRIGHT: I'll do the women. You do Carmichael.
Are you sure he was alright? I mean, seriously.
I thought he was very clear.
I thought he was pissed.
And he told us to kill four people.
That's what I took from that.
You're sure he was clear?
I think he was very clear.
Christ!
(FLAMES CRACKLE)
Something bad's about to happen.
I feel it too.
Look after the little ones.
Haven't I always?
No, you have not.
No! (SCREAMS)
Vonnie, what the fucking hell?!
Vonnie!
Von! No! Vonnie?
(YELPS)
LEO: Don't, for God's sake!
Can you take care of her?
PHIL: Please! Guard!
Get me out of here! I'm a cabinet minister!
Oh, mother...!
(GROANS)
(OBJECT RATTLES)
Do I need to kill you, Dick?
I'd really rather not.
But I obviously can't trust you.
Well, I-I can't trust you,
so it makes life somewhat difficult.
Can we stick to our deal, please?
Just don't kill the girl.
She's a spy! I don't have a choice!
O-OK.
Alright. Alright. I-I-I won't kill her.
I promise. I won't kill her!
(STAMMERS) I promise. I-I won't. I won't!
(SCREAMS)
Sorry about that.
Oh! Arggh!
I can't get you straight to Adelaide.
You'll need to stay with us for a couple of days.
Now, to be clear, you're gonna resign this evening
in front of the press for personal reasons.
If you don't resign this evening,
you may be stuck here in this hospital for a very long time.
Just remember, these are my people, Dick.
And there are a million ways to die in this place
and almost all of them are slow.
(WHIMPERS)
Did you make a copy of Quentin's last report?
The idea occurred to me, but... neither Corinne nor I can type.
OK.
Did you make a copy?
And what if I had? Would it be a problem?
Would it... foil your master plan?
I assume you have other identities.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm?
I do.
Which I shall reveal to you over time.
But Eva was my favourite.
May she rest in peace.
The big lies are the best, aren't they?
People tend not to question the really big lie.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
It's about...
Oh. Erm... I beg your pardon, Doctor.
It's about Cranky.
What do you mean?
I mean the general is infatuated with country, Leo.
Neither George nor Cranky will come back.
Thought you should know. Jones?
Jones is there? Aye.
Dally, Jones is the rapist.
(LAUGHS) Jones is not...
WILLIAMS: You know, Myer...
(SIGHS) ..I think we're going to make it.
So do I, Williams.
You know, you've really pulled your weight.
Thank you, Williams.
My papa would have been quite blindsided by you, Myer.
He's a member of the Lords.
"Never, ever trust a Jew," he always said.
Drilled it into me. (CHUCKLES)
Not that he's an anti-Semite.
My mother was parachuted into France
and fought for the Resistance for 18 months.
The Gestapo captured and tortured her.
Vicissitudes of life, eh? (CHUCKLES)
Vicissitudes of life?
You think my mother being tortured by the Gestapo
is... a vicissitude of life, do you?
(BOTH GRUNT)
NEWSREEL: Out here in the desert, 18 hours a day,
these men slave in the heat and sand
to help build a nuclear defence for Britain, Australia,
indeed the entire Empire.
And as of today,
it is a defence that could not be more necessary,
as Soviet troops invade Hungary's capital, Budapest,
in order to brutally crush the Hungarian people's cries
for freedom from communist tyranny.
Get those bombs in Maralinga ready, boys.
They are needed.
P.A.: Confirm Operation Buffalo green ignition capacity.
Beautiful, isn't it?
It is, sir.
Off for a walk?
Mind if I join you? Uh...
Just, um... having a bit of a think... actually, sir.
Uh, family. Ah.
Wouldn't mind some solo time.
Righto.
P.A.: Do we have green ignition capacity confirmed, Sigma?
Confirmation pending.
Ignition sequence commenced.
This time.
What are you doing, sir?
You know perfectly well what I'm doing.
Go on back to the others.
I'm going for a walk.
You're really not a well man. You know that, sir?
Well enough to know a sick man when I see one.
I am as cognisant of my dementia
as you are ignorant of your perversion.
If you take one more step towards that girl,
I will thrash you to within an inch of your life.
(TRUCK APPROACHES)
(TRUCK PULLS UP)
(DOORS OPEN, CLOSE)
Ever the 18th-century aristocrat, hmm?
In love with the sound of your own voice.
You ever killed anyone?
I have. No, you haven't.
You're a bloody coward.
Oh!
(GUNSHOT)
Are you alright, sir? (GRUNTS) I think so.
Just... just give me a moment.
Just lie back and breathe, sir.
No. It's OK. He's OK.
Just close your eyes for a few moments, sir.
I will tell you one thing.
If you've come to take me back, I'll have none of it.
(GRUNTS, SIGHS)
Where's the copy, Leo?
(SIGHS)
Where's the copy?
I'm running out of time.
What's your real name?
Eva.
As it happens.
Former husband working for Khrushchev?
No.
Daughter?
Yes.
I know you made a copy, Leo.
It has to be back at the camp.
Let's go back and get it.
And then we can go away.
To London.
My people are getting very anxious.
They don't want the world finding out about this.
I believe in our Empire.
What's so wrong with that? Seriously?
After all you know about this place?
It's just politics, Leo.
No, it isn't.
Don't make me hurt you.
I really don't want to hurt you.
Then don't.
P.A.: Ten. Nine.
Eight. Seven.
(FIRES)
(SHOCK WAVE ROARS)
Oh!
Leo?
Leo!
(SOBS)
(SOFTLY) Oh, Leo.
I'm so sorry.
Leo.
(NEWSREEL MUSIC)
Mourning and celebration today
as Major Leo Carmichael, hero of Maralinga
and victim of a savage communist assassination,
is laid to rest in Adelaide.
He is survived by his wife and two children.
Whilst in Canberra,
the Prime Minister has announced
that the surviving victim
of the attempted red coup in Maralinga,
former attorney-general and military hero Richard Wilcox,
will take up the post as the Queen's representative in Australia,
the governor-general.
He only had four words on news of his appointment...
God save the Queen!
ALL: God save the Queen!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
MAN 1: I reckon we're screwed. MAN 2: Government?
Well, if we went ahead and published,
we'd have to tell them or I'll be arrested.
It's a big security matter. They'd D-notice it for sure.
It's a bloody good story, though.
Yeah, and it would be the end of Menzies.
It's a great story. We just can't publish it.
(UNDER BREATH) That's bullshit.
Sorry, girls. It's... not for us.
Nothing we can use, girls.
Good luck.
MAN: Hey, uh... Emma, is it?
Yes. And Corinne.
Where did you get this?
My dad.
What does your dad do?
He was at Maralinga.