♪ I, I, I, I, I ♪
♪ I'm counting on you ♪
♪ Ever since we met, darling, I've been keeping score ♪
♪ Every day I count your charms ♪
♪ Every day I love you more ♪
♪ It's plain to see why you're the lover ♪
♪ That I've waited for ♪
♪ I'm counting the different ways you melt me ♪
♪ Your smile, your voice, your touch ♪
♪ I'm counting ♪
What are you doing?
♪ That move me oh, so much ♪
♪ I'm counting your kisses and caresses ♪
What are you doing?
♪ And 'cause I thrill as I do ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
Oh, that's what you're doing.
Time to rise, sleepy-head.
What time is it?
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Shit. You've got to get ready.
Your plane leaves in half an hour.
I want breakfast.
There's no time.
Leo, you said we'd have breakfast.
I can't do that trip without having breakfast first.
You know what I'm like when I get hungry.
Why didn't you have dinner? I begged you to have dinner.
I told you, I wasn't hungry then.
[ Vehicles approaching ]
MAN #1: This is bloody inconvenient, Dick.
-I know. -I have 12,000 things
to do in Canberra.
Bloody Rupert.
Actually, where is Rupert?
He's the reason for the sodding change.
Why isn't he here?
He's commandeered a plane and flying in, apparently.
Flying in? Why aren't we flying in?
Why didn't the PM let us charter a plane?
Rupert is Her Majesty's High Commissioner.
We're cabinet ministers.
Mere Cabinet Ministers, I think the PM would have it.
As far as he's concerned, we are nothing more
than obstacles on the road to his grand vision.
Which road?
Can't you tell?
We're on it.
Okay, I'll get you something. Will a banana do?
Just get dressed, please.
A banana will certainly not do.
I cannot do that journey on an empty stomach.
I want burek.
-Burek? -Mm-hmm.
What the hell is burek?
MOLLY: It's a traditional Yugoslavian breakfast.
-It's a kind of pastry -- -Oh, right, burek, right.
No, I think the cook keeps the burek
between the partridge and the pear tree
and the crocodile in hummingbird sauce.
Your plane leaves in 25 minutes. I will get you a banana.
Oh, Leo! That trip is hours. A banana won't do.
-Give that here. -What are you gonna do?
-Ooh, yuck. -Thank you.
MOLLY: Now I have to wash my hands.
Late night?
Indeed it was.
How old this time?
One of them was in their early 20s, I think.
One of them? Good God, man. How do you do it?
I honestly have no idea, Dick.
LEO: Bon appetit.
-Leo? -Yeah?
Carmen's gone.
-Who's gone? -Carmen.
She's gone.
What do you mean, gone?
Well, I woke up this morning, and she wasn't in my tent.
That kind of gone. I can't find her gone.
-Gone, gone. -Shit!
Yeah, well I thought maybe she might be in the latrine
and she hasn't returned.
And I can tell you, I've had a bloody good look around.
Oh, Jesus!
Back inside, you.
It's Carmen. Leo --
No, I want you to stay here.
You cannot be seen, do you understand?
Or a world of pain will consume us all.
Molly, do you understand?
Yes.
MAN: The aquatic team is confident about our chances.
How much did she drink?
About two thirds a bottle of vodka.
[ Woman moaning ]
[ Scoffs ]
[ Moaning continues ]
Jesus, can you keep it down in there, Murph?
The whole fucking camp can hear.
Damn it! Shit, Leo! You put me off.
-What, is it time? -You two seen Carmen?
-Leo! -Sorry, Vonne.
What do you think?
Well, I woke up and she was gone, so...
I have to make sure Bernie doesn't piss off.
One of you check with Jonesy and see if he or Lydia saw --
Actually everyone's to go to my quarters
and stay put until I get back.
God, this is disgusting.
-Where are the girls? -Mate, Carmen's gone AWOL.
We just need a little time, okay?
Mate, I'm leaving at 8:00, I told you.
Come on, Bern.
Leo, I'm picking up the British High Commissioner.
-I can't be late. -He's coming here today?
But nobody's told me!
He wasn't due till Tuesday.
Why?
I'm leaving at 8:00.
Hey, I've looked after you, Bernie, haven't I?
No, I would appreciate a little dispensation.
I have to be in Adelaide, fueled up and ready
and at Bristol by noon.
It's not like I've got a choice here, mate.
I can't.
[ Engine starts ]
I've been looking everywhere for you, Carmichael.
Where the hell have you been?
There's been a change of plans.
The High Commissioner has to leave for London Saturday,
so we have to pull forward.
We're going at dawn.
-I'm sorry? -We're going at dawn.
-Tomorrow. -That's impossible.
You want to have the tower locked and loaded,
ready to go by dawn?
It's a Meccano set, Carmichael.
So can you please get out your tiny spanners and do your job?
We've done ours.
What was that, Quentin?
Just so you know, Leo, we're expecting a strong
north-westerly to develop overnight.
-Which means? -Nothing, surely?
Nothing much.
It's just rare to have a strong nor-westerly
at this time of year.
None of the other tests so far
have been conducted under such conditions.
There'll be no comparable control so one
has to question the utility of the data we'll gather.
You're saying it'll be a waste of time?
-No, but -- -Carmichael, they arrive today!
We're going tomorrow at dawn.
So if you would be so kind,
finish the fucking tower tonight.
Thank you so much.
It's never easy. Never fucking easy.
[Brake clicks]
Girls in safe?
Yeah, they've got the shits.
Bye-bye, Bernie.
Okay, the new plan is...
The new plan is we keep the girls under wraps.
Bern will be back in about six hours.
You two will have found Carmen by then. We'll be sweet.
Yeah, what if we haven't found Carmen by then?
Well, we pack these three off with Bern and we keep looking.
Yeah, well that might be a little tricky.
Why?
Better speak to the girls, Leo.
Okay, Bernie had to head to Adelaide.
He'll be back in about six hours.
I'll compensate you for the time.
Okay, fine.
Just so long as you know we're not leaving without Carmen.
Look, girls, here's the thing.
There are some very important people arriving here today.
Didn't you know that?
No, I didn't, Vonne.
There's been a change of plan, so it's really very simple.
Yes, it is. We're not leaving without Carmen.
We will find Carmen, I promise.
Just stay put.
I've got to check in on Cranky
and get things moving on the tower.
What's the rush? We've got four days.
-We're well ahead. -Not anymore.
We're going at dawn tomorrow.
-Well, that's impossible. -I'm aware.
Hilly.
MAN: The Academy Award-winning actress Grace Kelly,
star of movies such as
"Rear Window" and "High Society",
has become Princess Grace of Monaco
after marrying Prince Rainier.
Damn it.
[ Choir singing ]
[ Knock on door ]
-Identify yourself. -It's Leo, General.
Come, Leo.
-Morning, sir. -Morning, Leo.
Everything tickety-boo?
Not quite, sir.
Oh, dear.
I don't like the sound of that.
Am I needed?
No, sir, but you should know
they brought the test forward to tomorrow.
The test?
Yes, sir, the next test will be tomorrow at dawn.
The next test, sir. Operation Buffalo.
Oh, of course, yes, the test.
Tomorrow, you say? Right, the test.
Well, get on with it then.
Yes, sir, but you'll realize that if the test is tomorrow,
Sir Rupert and Mr. Wilcox and Mr. Lachlan
will now be arriving today.
Rupee's coming?
Splendid!
-Dinner then, I expect. -I expect so, sir.
CRANKY: Well, get the chef on alert, Leo.
No time to waste.
Come on, man. We are the military!
Yes, sir!
Wonderful. Dinner!
LEO: Now I'm sure you blokes will be nothing but delighted
to know that instead of having four days to finish this tower,
we have a little over 16 hours.
[ Groaning ]
Not only that, the test impact team has to move bloody fast.
We need the tank in place,
the test dummies in place, the goats in place.
[ Laughter ]
That wasn't your answer last night.
[ Laughter ]
But seriously, fellas, these things are important
because we need to know what our bombs do.
Now there are some very big-wigs coming, so we can't fuck this up
because we all know who'll get the blame.
Captain Allen is here if you have any questions,
but if you do have any questions,
Captain Allen will reduce you to tears.
Off you trot.
[ Murmuring ]
What do you think, Jack?
Bloody tighter than a nun's nasty, mate.
It's possible, though, right?
I mean, we're half way through, the foundations are fine.
We did it before, in May.
That tower was half the height, mate.
I know, but we've got no choice.
I've got these nobs arriving in a bit so
if you need me use the radio or send a runner to Watto.
I'll check in with him every half hour.
MAN: Right away, gents!
NARRATOR: It's all hands on deck here at Maralinga,
deep inside the Australian desert
as our troops and scientists prepare for the next
British atomic bomb test.
The timing is down to the second,
as our boys swelter in the heat constructing the tower
from which the bomb shall be dropped.
But they know it's all worth it, for they're helping
to secure the empire's future in the atomic age.
-Can we stop? -Why?
Jesus, Murph, you know why. Just pull up, would ya?
[ Coughs ]
Hey, what if she's dead?
She's not...
She's not dead.
Murph, why...
Why would you say that?
Because if she is dead and someone else finds her,
we're going to be in a world of shit.
You don't think that if we find her dead
we're not going to be in a world of shit anyway?
-Right. -Huh?
So if we find her dead, we have to bury her.
No other choice.
Murph, she's not...
She's not dead.
In the car, mate.
She's not dead.
YVONNE: This is such rubbish.
Seriously, it's just dwarves and goblins.
JONES: They're not dwarves and goblins.
This is a children's book, Jonesy.
"Lord of the Rings" is not a children's book, Vonne.
It's a complex moral allegory.
A whole new world.
Tolkien is a Professor of English at Oxford University.
Looks to me like he can barely spell.
MOLLY: I like James Bond.
You ever read James Bond, Jonesy?
Jonesy's read everything.
He's a real brain box.
So, Jonesy, James Bond?
Uh, Fleming's good at what he does. It's fun.
-I'd love to meet a spy. -But how would you know
they're a spy?
Like if he was a really good spy,
you wouldn't know it, right?
-I guess. -So what are you
reading now, Jonesy?
Hm? Ah, "Lolita" by Nabakov.
So what's that about, then?
Um...
MAN: ...cricket Ground last Saturday,
St. George defeated Balmain 18 points to 2.
Bloody Dragons.
Leo, what can I say? They said they'd be here Tuesday.
So the order's coming Monday.
They'll just have to do like the rest of us.
Doug, you know how it works with these people.
If there's good food and decent plonk
and they get pissed enough,
they go back to Canberra raving about us.
If not, I end up in the shit with the Minister,
you end up in the shit with me.
So here's what I want you to do. Cable another order.
Make sure someone picks it up in Adelaide
and gets it to Bernie before he takes off
with the High Commissioner.
[ Laughs ] Is that all?
It doesn't sound hard to me.
Doug, do I really need to make this an order?
[ Sighs ]
-How do they know it's empty? -What?
PHIL: Well, they keep telling us there's no one out here.
How do they know that, Dick?
Surveyors, I expect.
Surveyors?
I can't account for every square inch of the nation, Phil,
but that's how we've been briefed.
Terra nullius.
Empty land.
Jesus.
We both know there are people out here, Dick.
Don't we?
Depends on how the Constitution defines people, Phil.
-Corinne! Cor. -Leo.
What can I do for you?
It's not another little rash, is it?
I, um...
Can we have a quiet word?
Mm-hmm.
CORINNE: What's the problem?
LEO: I need to be able to trust you.
CORINNE: I thought it was the other way around, but anyway.
To be discreet. For old time's sake.
Well, I certainly won't do it for old time's sake.
Hey, we'll always have Paris, won't we?
That was different. That was war time.
I was feeling combative.
What is it, Leo?
I'm just wondering if you may have seen a girl here today
that you don't recognize.
Leo, there are only six women on this base.
Well, the girl I'm talking about isn't from this base.
-Short, blonde -- -What was she doing here?
Well, that's not the issue.
Ah, the rumors 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.
Have you seen an unfamiliar female face
in the last five or six hours or not?
-No, I haven't. -Okay.
It was a long shot.
Thought she might have had an accident. Thank you.
Leo, before you go, can I rely on your discretion in return?
Of course.
You know Alice?
Yeah, what about her?
She told me last week that she'd been raped.
-What? -Here, on the base.
Jesus, why hasn't she reported it?
You can't report anything in this place,
especially if you're a woman and especially
if the rapist is someone with clout.
-Who is it? -She wouldn't tell me.
An officer?
I promise you if I knew, I would tell you.
It might be an officer.
He spoke well, apparently.
How did it happen?
She was going to the latrine.
It was just before dawn. He knocked her out.
She woke up in the back of a jeep, bound and gagged.
He drove her out about five miles, and he raped her.
He left her there to die.
She managed to break free and make her own way back.
Do you think she'd tell me who it was?
Oh, God, men can be so stupid sometimes.
What makes you think that she would trust you over me?
If she makes a charge and if it's an officer or a scientist,
it'll be her word against his and she'll go down.
They'll lock her up.
Or worse, they'll pull out the Official Secrets Act.
The girls are scared, Leo.
-Do all the girls know? -Of course all the girls know.
It was scary enough when there were
2,000 men to 6 women,
and now at least one of the 2,000 is a rapist.
We walk in pairs after dark now.
If Alice won't talk, I don't have anything to go on, Cor.
Nor do I, but you really run the place,
so I thought you ought to know.
♪ Not a single thing I wouldn't do ♪
♪ To be once more alone with you ♪
-I've had enough of this. -Where do you think
you're going?
I can't just sit here and do nothing, Jonesy.
JONES: You girls really need to think this through.
Yeah, I have. It's all I've been doing is thinking.
JONES: Oh, you have?
Oh, good, 'cause if you have,
you know you'll be busted a few seconds
after you walk through that door,
which means we all get busted,
which in turn means no one's going to be out there
-looking for Carmen. -Is that it?
No, Molly, there is one more thing you should be aware of.
Being found on a top secret military facility
without official authorization is a serious criminal offence.
The trial will be held in Canberra, which, ironically,
means in secret.
You probably won't be allowed a lawyer,
and if the charges were to relate to
allegations of espionage and you are found guilty,
you will be executed.
But then so will we, if that's of any comfort.
So what do you think?
I think our price just went up considerably.
Well, where the fuck are we?
Have you considered the possibility
that this might be the PM's way of getting rid of us?
MAN: You've got to be kidding me! I told you!
To have us disappear in the desert?
You can't be serious!
Nothing would surprise me, Phil.
Unbelievable.
I can understand why he'd want to get rid of you.
But me?
-I'm sorry? -Fuck!
Well, you're the only alternative,
the only person who could really put up a challenge.
Has it not occurred to you?
MAN: Three men who've never driven this route before!
I stand by the Prime Minister 100%, Phil.
You'll find no more loyal support than mine
to our current leader.
Oh, Christ, it has occurred to you.
MAN: How do you normally define a road?
And I'm no threat.
Hello!
To be honest, I don't think the PM likes me.
-It's fucked. -...you know,
on a personal level.
I always feel like he's suffering my company.
Rough show, old boy.
[ Door opens ]
No idea, boss.
[ Sighs ]
I mean, we can go further out, but in which direction?
Leo, we're hungry!
Oh, well, we'll get you something to eat, Mol.
We are hungry, mate.
Well, then go to the mess!
It's not fucking rocket science, Murph.
Hey, um...
Listen, I need to tell you guys something.
[ Airplane passing ]
[ Muffled screams ]
Please!
[ Sobbing ]
That'd be bloody Rupert.
Driver, I suggest you follow that plane.
Yes, sir.
[ Tires squeal ]
Leo.
Oh! I hope Cranky's bloody up for it.
Raring to go, Your Excellency.
-You remember Syngeon? -Afternoon.
Henskens.
Sorry to bugger up your time table, Leo,
but I can't keep my PM waiting, can I?
He's absolutely shitting himself over this Suez thing.
At least we'll soon have a resolution
for the bloody Middle East one way or the other.
Hey, Syngeon, did you know Leo here blew up
a whole load of Nazis at the Meuse at Givet?
Bit of a legend with the engineers.
Of course I knew, sir. I thought everyone knew.
Oh, that's all right. Rub it in.
I'm getting on, I know. Come on, let's go.
Thank Christ.
This is the only good thing that's happened today.
Ah, you're welcome, my son.
Should be quite a feast. Give us a ride?
Aren't you going back to Adelaide?
No, Rupe has to leave first thing.
And they say there's heavy weather round Adelaide,
so might as well kip here.
MAN #1: Since the big clouds started,
there's been food everywhere.
MAN #2: What did the bloke at the mission tell us?
It's got shit in it.
MAN #1: According to the mish.
I don't know why you trust that bloke.
MAN #2: They're men of God.
MAN #1: Which one?
MAN #2: Which what?
Which God?
What does it matter?
Could be one of the crap ones.
MAN #1: We can eat it if it looks healthy.
MAN #2: What the hell?!
[ Flies buzzing ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Muffled screams ]
A couple of cables, Excellency. This one from Lady Edgely.
Oh.
Tell her yes to the swimming pool
but no to the second gazebo.
This from the Prime Minister.
[ Laughs ]
Syngeon, can you imagine it?
Ee-yore Grimmet's going to go to the hunt.
See, I told you it was worthwhile going back.
I bet you Eden wants to shoot Ee-yore's balls off.
[ Laughter ]
Oh.
What?
Oh, this, uh, Suez kerfuffle seems to be getting
out of hand a little bit.
Israel and Egypt are upping their game.
[ Knock on door ]
Ah, Cranky, you old bastard, you.
How are you?
Tickety-boo, Rupe, tickety-boo.
Ah, you got drinks. Excellent.
Well, I may join you.
Another whisky, will you?
So, how's Marjorie?
Oh, fine.
Of course I haven't seen her for...
Can't even remember how long I've been here.
[ Laughter ]
-Cheers. -Cheers.
So good to see you.
The scientists are here to give their report, sir.
What? Already?
Fuck, I've barely had two seconds talking to Cranky.
Apologies, Your Excellency.
[ Sighs ] Very well.
Herd the boffins in.
-Gentlemen. -Good evening, gentlemen.
Is she from the place where they make the clouds?
She was in trouble.
Do you want something to eat?
[ Howling in distance ]
Who are you? What do you want?
Leave the girl alone. Can't you see she's hurt?
I'm sorry, I don't understand you.
I need to go back to the camp.
I've got to catch a plane.
You know, a plane.
I think she's from the place where the big clouds come from.
Then take her back to wherever she wants to go.
[ Speaking native language ]
MAN: This is the BBC.
Facing a hostile and vocal opposition in the House today,
Prime Minister Eden assured the House
that after thorough investigation, there are
definitely no more KGB spies in British government agencies.
He said that the likes of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean
are absolutely a thing of the past.
Ministers! You made it.
MAN: In Washington today, President Eisenhower
confirmed that Vice President Nixon would be
-Carmichael. -Attorney.
-Minister. -Carmichael.
I assume you'd both like to change
and freshen up before dinner.
Of course.
Your quarters are just this way.
Really hot and really lost.
-I can bat. -Right mate, you can beat him.
-Ask him. I can bat. -Really.
-Donald Bradman. -Overrated, mate.
-He's a bat man. -I feel like a prisoner in here.
I'll have one dark beauty from the top.
One dark beauty for the fly boy.
If I don't take a bath soon, I'm going to go nuts.
I'm out.
Well, I am in for five.
Ooh, someone's being flashy.
-Well, if you've got it. -Why not?
Well, we'll see about that.
[ Laughter ]
-Oh, well, unless Molly's... -I'm out.
Oh, hello, okay. Then, um...
I guess Yvonne and I are going to need a little bit of privacy.
-Whoo! -Ooh!
No, no, no, no, no, no! No, no, Murphy!
What is fucking wrong with you, you fucking idiot!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Calm down!
The General and His Excellency are just through here.
-Very well. -They're with the scientists.
Starting without us? Were we that late?
Guess we were.
Hold on. You're a little off.
Major.
I just have the Attorney General and the Defense Minister.
Bad time, I'm afraid. Just a couple more minutes.
They just need a few more moments, Ministers.
For what?
That's just what I was told, Attorney.
Excuse me.
I've had it up to here with being treated this way.
We're Ministers of the Crown!
I served in the Great War.
I'm as loyal as any man alive to Queen and country
but Christ, sometimes, Phil...
I mean, do you actually know what they're really doing here?
Because I don't!
I'm just the Defense Minister. They wouldn't tell me.
I don't think the PM knows.
And worse still, I don't think he cares!
Whatever Churchill and Eden ask him,
Ming just drops them without even blinking.
Gentlemen. Good evening, gentlemen.
Well, wasn't it?
Ministers, so sorry to have kept you.
-Jesus Christ. -I can't help it, mate.
Mate, she's a hooker. You don't fall for hookers.
It's the golden rule of prostitution.
In fact, it defeats the whole point of the exercise
if you do fall for 'em!
Look, just listen to me, you idiot.
Step one, you're going to go back there
and shake hands with Bern, yeah?
Step two?
Who cares? There is no step two!
You sound like a fuckin' 14-year-old.
It's 1956, mate. Grow up.
So, Rupert, how are things with the Americans right now?
All well.
And you're not doing these tests in Nevada because?
Well, this is Commonwealth land, Dick,
and we're gathering extremely useful information,
and we want to keep it in the family.
I see. Because they tell me they don't want to play
sharesies with you.
You know, what with all your Red spy scandals.
I was in Washington a couple of months ago,
and they seemed to fear there were more British agents
spying for the Russians
than there are spying for the British.
[ Laughs ] Nonsense!
It's just blood under the bridge.
DICK: In just curious, Rupert.
Of course after that press conference
the other day in Moscow with Burgess
and Maclean confessing to everything,
I feared that might gum up the works with the Yanks a bit.
Well, let me allay your fears, Dicky.
I'm sure it's all tickety-boo.
[ Chuckles ] I'm so relieved.
You got lost driving around the nation's Attorney General
and its Defense Minister?
Not a bloody clue, sir.
They gave me a map that was printed in 1926.
How did the nobs take it?
BAXTER: Oh, they were okay about it, really.
Had a right to have the shits in, my book,
but Dick just read most of the time.
Dick? You're referring to Dick Wilcox.
You know, the Attorney General?
-I don't know surnames, sir. -[ Laughs ]
I know they were both ministers, but they were just
Dick and Phil to me.
Phil slept a lot.
Sounds like he had a busy night before,
if you know what I mean, sir?
-Really? A lady? -Well, could be ladies,
-by the sound of things. -Oh, no!
You wouldn't think so, looking at him, would you?
Not in a million years.
Yeah, but he sounds like a busy fella.
-Still waters, Baxter. -Yep.
Oh, he's terrified that Menzies is gonna find out.
Really?
That's us there.
There was a young man from devices who had balls that
were two different sizes.
The right one was small and was no good at all,
but the left one was huge and won prizes!
[ Laughter ]
Oh, excellent!
[ Laughter ]
Oh look, easy!
[ Laughs ]
Oh!
To progress!
MAN: Progress!
It's the riveting, mate. Takes a fuckin' age.
-Faster, dickhead! -Sorry, Captain.
Well, we could get there in time if we just skip two in four.
Skip the riveting?
On a tower which will explode a nuclear bomb?
The tower's going anyway, mate.
Trust me, it'll still take the weight.
It'll be fine.
It's your call, mate.
-Lower the hoist! -Two out of four, Jack.
Jesus, it's never fuckin' easy, is it?
I'll just be a sec.
What the hell's happened here?
MOLLY: The girls and I have decided to go back to Adelaide.
All we can do here is sit and wait.
But I want to be very clear about something.
You have to promise me that you will find Carmen, okay?
And...
if it's bad, I don't care what happens to us,
I'll be speaking to some of my powerful friends in Adelaide.
You've got 48 hours.
And if I can't find her in 48 hours?
You know what I mean by my "powerful friends", Leo.
So, what's your plan?
My plan is to make sure we all don't get executed
in the next 48 hours.
There are some very serious people here right now,
including the Attorney General and the Defense Minister.
If they find out about you girls, we all...
What? Leo, what?
Word is the Defense Minister has certain appetites.
Well, maybe some insurance might be useful.
Insurance.
Sure. That's how I'd put it.
We could use some.
Well, I'll see you in the morning, old boy.
I don't know how you managed to scratch together
such a marvellous dinner out here in this
God forsaken place.
See you in the morning, Rupee.
Good night. Sleep well.
Good night, gentlemen.
-Thank you, Corporal. -See you at dawn!
Good night, gentlemen.
Oh, by the way, Syngeon.
Oh, yes, the Suez note. Well remembered, Excellency.
I'll dig it out. Come on in.
Good night, Henskens.
Good night, Corporal. Uh, thank you Henskens.
Good night, Your Excellency. Mr. Moore.
[ Sobbing ]
What is it? What's wrong?
Get me a drink, will you?
[ Sobs ]
[ Knock on door ]
[ Knocking ]
-Yes? -Minister?
-Yes? -May I come in?
What...what is it?
MOLLY: I need to talk to you in private.
I'm a friend of a friend of yours.
Arthur Haskell.
Arty.
Yeah.
He's a very important politician, too, right?
He's a friend.
Well, I'm a friend, too.
You can't come back with me.
Not to London or Canberra.
What do you mean?
The cable from the PM.
What are you talking about?
I think we may have been rumbled.
What?
But Gladys has known for years.
It's not my sodding wife who's rumbled us.
Apparently, there are whispers about us in Whitehall.
They think it's Macmillan.
It seems everybody knows about you and Guy Burgess.
So...
you're going to have to stay put for a while,
at least while I'm in London.
I'll read the room.
And we can talk when I get back.
Stay put?
Here?
But this is where we send people to die.
[ Sobs ]
[ Knock on door ]
-What? -We'll be picking you up
in 20 minutes, Minister, to take you to the test.
What? Yes.
Fine.
Yep.
Alright.
[ Groans ]
PHIL: Dick, it's me. I need to come in.
Yes?
-Oh, Jesus! -What?
-We've got a problem. -What have you done?
We've got a problem. I really need your help.
-What? -Oh, Christ!
Oh, Christ, Dick, we've been set up.
We've got to fix it. I don't know who's done this.
Why would they do that?
Why do you insist on bringing your shit to my door?
You're not listening to me, Dick!
-We've got to fix this! -Why?
-Why do I have to do it? -We need to fix it now.
You've got to help me get out of this!
Oh, shut up! Just shut up.
I could have you out of Cabinet in a heartbeat.
Why shouldn't I tell the PM about this debacle
and throw you under a bus?
PHIL: I'll tell you.
It'll hurt you politically more than it'll hurt him.
You've gone out of your way to align yourself with this place.
They're flying prostitutes into the facility.
Booze. Narcotics, probably.
And you're in a tricky situation, Dick.
-I'm in a tricky situation? -You're in a tricky situation.
You still want to be Prime Minister?
Do you?
-Go on. -Okay.
In the public's eye, you're still too much like Menzies.
Stern. Patrician.
I mean, it isn't a matter of trying to bring him down,
it's a matter of trying to lift you up.
And how do you propose I do that?
Okay, you can make a few phone calls in the interest
of making this little debacle be handled with...
With sensitively and discretion.
And discretion, exactly.
And why would I do that?
Because when you do make your move on the PM,
you're going to need every South Australian MP
on your side, and I'm the only Cabinet Minister
who can help you do that.
-So come on. -I know. Alright.
Give those to me.
-Alright, alright, you go. -We're gonna fix this?
I'll meet you there.
I need to get dressed.
[ Door closes ]
NARRATOR: The preparations are coming together.
Military, scientific, and diplomatic personnel
make sure nothing could be left to chance or error.
Even George the goat here
is prepared to do his bit for the realm.
When asked if he had any doubts about his contribution,
he replied he wouldn't have a "baa" of it.
Tension grows as General the Lord Crankford
and His Excellency Sir Rupert Edgely
mount the platform with other dignitaries
to ensure nothing goes wrong.
There are tense moments as the countdown approaches.
The tension mounts and mounts.
MAN: Time, thank you gentlemen.
Phase 1 completed.
All signals satisfy compliance.
Zone 1 armed.
Zone 2 armed.
Zone 3 armed.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...
-Turn your backs, gentlemen! -...4, 3, 2, 1.
[ Rumbling ]
[ Woman singing ]
MAN: Bravo!
[ Woman singing ]