♪♪
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Crows caw ]
[ Brakes squeak ]
[ Truck approaches ]
[ Brakes squeak ]
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Truck doors open, close ]
You're Molly, right?
Who are you?
VON: Is everything okay?
[ Von screams ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Tense music plays ]
[ Groans ]
VON: Molly? Molly?
[ Groaning ]
Lyds!
[ Sobbing ] Oh!
Oh, sweetheart!
♪♪
Who was that bitch?
Someone ratted us out.
She's gotta be ASIO, or hired by ASIO, whatever.
[ Groaning ] Oh! We need a hospital.
[ Breathing heavily ]
♪♪
[ Thematic music plays ]
♪♪
What are these scribbles?
This rubbish!
These hieroglyphics?
You call yourselves scientists!
There's an unexploded nuclear bomb out there,
for Christ's sake!
It needs to explode!
Damn!
BRESTON: The problem is that we haven't yet determined
whether the bomb itself is fit for purpose
or whether it's a simple detonation issue.
-Leo! -LEO: I can manage
whatever contingency they come up with, sir.
Six hours, twelve hours, even a day if you need it.
-Six hours. -Two days to be sure,
and to do it properly.
-Sounds right. -Oh, what would you know?
WILCOX: Two days?
We can't wait two days!
We have the press corps here!
We don't have enough booze in the world!
Two days, Myer?
Two days.
[ Men sigh ]
WILLIAMS: Why don't we bomb it?
What?
Build another bomb to bomb this one.
Build another bomb to bomb a bomb?
We're in enough trouble with this one as it is.
I don't want them breeding.
We have to dismantle it or blow it up.
Which is it?
-Dismantle. -Blow it up.
Right.
We blow it up.
You two run cable.
WILLIAMS: Run the cable?
You want me to run the cable?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Sam breathes heavily, coughs ]
You'll feel better in a few ticks, Sam.
Promise.
[ Sam wheezes, coughs ]
[ Wheezing ]
[ Breathing weakly ]
[ Tense music plays ]
♪♪
[ Telephone rings in distance ]
[ Clears throat ]
[ Bird caws in distance ]
I'm a Scot, so I'm not much for cricket.
Please tell me what's going on, darling?
He's about to die.
You know that.
You know what I'm talking about.
I'm sorry.
[ Voice breaking ] Are you sorry 'cause you won't tell me?
Or are you sorry for what you've done?
I can't...
[ Voice breaking ] I'm so ashamed, Roy.
I didn't do it.
It was...
-It - It was -- -It was what?
-It was something
that was done to me.
It was something that was done to you
by a man against your will?
I'm so ashamed.
[ Groans ]
You know who it was?
No.
It's all a blur.
I thought maybe it was an officer,
-but I don't know. -An officer? Why?
Because he didn't sound like a regular.
He was well spoken.
[ Groans ]
But, Roy, please don't go smashing things.
If you show some forbearance,
I know I can trust you and will only love you more.
I'm not renowned for my forbearance, darling.
[ Sobs ]
DALGLEISH: It's okay.
I'm so ashamed.
You've done nothing wrong.
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
[ Sobs ]
♪♪
[ Footsteps approach ]
Are you alright?
Yeah.
Is Corinne busy?
I need to have a word.
Corinne had to leave for Adelaide,
a few -- few hours ago.
Oh.
Adelaide.
Um...
Did she say why?
Uh, I didn't -- I didn't get to speak to her.
Okay.
Thanks.
WOMAN: ♪ It seems to me I've heard that song before ♪
♪ It's from an old familiar score ♪
♪ I know it well, that melody ♪
♪ Please have them play it again ♪
This is the Attorney General, Bill Wilcox.
-♪ And I'll remember just when ♪ -This is two of my best.
Gentlemen.
♪ I heard that lovely song before ♪
-[ Cheers and applause ] -I love you!
[ Chuckles ]
[ Cheers and applause continue ]
WOMEN: ♪ You made me love you ♪
♪ I didn't want to do it ♪
♪ You made me want you ♪
♪ And all the time you knew it ♪
♪ I guess you always knew it ♪
♪ You made me happy sometimes ♪
-♪ And you made me glad ♪ -[ Camera shutter clicks ]
♪ But there were times dear ♪
♪ You made me feel so bad ♪
♪ You made me cry for ♪
-♪ I didn't want to tell you ♪ -[ Cheers and applause ]
♪ I didn't want to tell you ♪
♪ I want some love, it's true ♪
Fuck!
♪ Yes, I do, indeed I do ♪
♪ You know I do ♪
♪ Gimme, gimme what I cry for ♪
♪ You've got the brand of kisses that I'd die for ♪
♪ You know you made me love you ♪
Problem?
Corinne's gone to Adelaide.
MAN: One more time!
Adelaide?
Do you mean gone, or gone?
I don't know.
What'd you do?
-What? -Who did you tell?
You dobbed her in, didn't you, to your creepy
-little mates at MI6. -I did no such thing.
Oh, if you couldn't get a confession out of her,
may as well send her to ASIO and see what the boys can do.
-Oh. -Oh, shit.
WOMAN: ♪ Make me happy sometimes ♪
You really think I'd do that?
Lady, I have no idea what to think about you.
I've told no one other than you about Quentin's confession.
Other than Corinne clearly has something you want.
Now Corinne has gone to Adelaide.
And it has something to do with your dearly departed Quentin.
Oh, come on! You're...
You're unbelievable. You know what?
-You've overstayed your welcome. -I'm sorry?
I'm revoking your visitor status.
-You can't do that. -Yes, I can.
Both the General and I believe you're a disruption to the camp
and potentially a security threat.
I'll have the paperwork done in 20 minutes.
You'll be on the next plane out of here,
and there's not a damn thing MI6
or whoever you work for can do about it.
Alright then. Fine.
Put me on the next plane.
I'll happily go to Adelaide.
WOMEN: ♪ You know you made me love you ♪
♪ You know you made me ♪
-♪ Love you ♪ -[ Camera shutter clicks ]
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Engine sputters ]
Oh, my God.
[ Wind whistles ]
MOLLY: You're kidding me.
You're fucking kidding me.
[ Whimsical music plays ]
[ Laughs ]
Why are you laughing?
Because they think this is a fucking boundary.
Look at it.
There's --
There's no boundary out here.
Isn't that the point of this place?
It's infinite.
[ Laughs ]
Oh, this could be the end of the world, Vonnie.
VON: Mm, oh.
MOLLY: Why are you crying?
They're gonna kill us, aren't they?
Probably.
VON: Yeah.
[ Sobs ]
Jesus.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
Jesus!
[ Tense music plays ]
I think it's Hilly!
HILLY: Christ, what are you two doing here?
We're in trouble, Hilly.
-You can't be here. -Well, we are here!
Von, you know you can't be here.
Why is he being so rude?
[ Engine turns off ]
Hey, Hilly.
[ Jeep doors shut ]
Hilly?
Hilly, what are you thinking?
HILLY: Friends of ours.
Very good friends, and they need our help.
They also need as few people as possible to know about it.
-[ Alice gasps ] -Understand?
ALICE: I can't keep something like this secret, Hilly.
She'll require surgery.
HILLY: I understand that this is a pretty delicate situation.
I get that.
I'll see what I can do.
[ Footsteps depart ]
Vonnie?
I'm here, darling. I'm here.
[ Groans ]
She'll be okay. It's just her shoulder.
[ Groans ]
♪ I'm counting on you ♪
You'll be fine.
She says it was ASIO.
They came all that way for us.
They tracked us down to a place you told Molly
only you and Lenny knew about.
What happened?
Is it Lenny?
I -- I don't know.
You'd better fucking find out.
Jesus!
I know Molly got pissed and made a stupid phone call.
But they're sending killers, Leo.
The government is sending killers.
You're the only one who can make it stop.
Okay. I -- I will go to Adelaide.
-Yeah, go to Adelaide. -Yeah, I will.
And go to Canberra and see the fucking Prime Minister
if you have to.
Get them, Leo.
We are two down, and from what I can see,
this isn't fucking over.
[ Indistinct announcements on P.A. ]
Bastard!
News?
I have to go to Adelaide, sir.
Family. My son's ill.
-Now? -Now's the perfect time, sir.
If they'll take two days to sort out the bomb,
I can go tonight and come back tomorrow.
-What's wrong with your son? -They don't know.
-Gravely ill? -I hope not, sir.
I'd like to meet your family.
I'm sure they'd be honored to meet you, sir.
-You may pack. -Thank you, sir.
[ Tense music plays ]
♪♪
[ Engine starts ]
♪♪
It's not all here yet, Doc, but we're close.
The government has been lying through its teeth.
It's extraordinary.
And I'm told the next drop will be the stake through the heart.
Devastating for Menzies.
The atomic plume definitely does travel across the whole country,
which is what we surmised, but can now confirm.
-You can confirm it now? -Yes.
After the next drop.
Look, Doc, Menzies is gonna call an early election
the second he's sure he's got us beaten.
We just wait till then and then bang,
we drop the bucket on him.
What does this bucket look like, Terry?
An election-winning bucket of Grade-A atomic shit, Doc.
Do you understand any of this stuff yourself?
-The science? -Yeah.
The science.
[ Music plays faintly ]
[ Telephone clangs ]
MI6? I've never seen one of these before.
-Oh, really? -Yeah.
Ah, so -- so this, um, woman that we're holding downstairs.
Um...
-Syddell. -C. Syddell, that's the one.
She's a known lefty.
We've got files on her already.
I'd be keen to see them Colonel.
We suspect she's been passing on crucial data.
Yeah, well, we have surveillance photos of her passing documents
to the Shadow Attorney General, Terry Ryan.
A real pain in the freckle.
S-Sorry. Sorry.
-Have you seen these documents? -Ah, no.
Ah, yes.
Yes. Ah, yep.
7-5-7-B-C-4.
Yes.
Ah, Lloyd-George.
Yes.
Thank you.
Ah, of course.
Dr. Lloyd-George would like to have a word again.
Yep, here you go.
Munroe,
does that cover extradition?
Well, in case we have to.
I don't want to have to call again
and spend another bloody half hour here.
Time is of the essence.
Yes, will you please tell the Captain --
Sorry, Colonel, that?
Yes, ah, Colonel Barrie again.
Right.
Very well.
Thank you, sir.
Very well,
Dr. Lloyd-George, come with me.
Oh, and, um, one last thing.
I presume you'll be sharing whatever you may learn with us?
I do wish you'd asked that before I ended the call.
You see, Colonel Barrie, this operation is top secret.
We'd have to get security clearances,
and that could take time that we simply don't have.
But I'm cleared for top secret, Doctor.
Not MI6 top secret, I'm afraid, Colonel.
No Australian is.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Okay.
Uh, excellent.
Uh, yeah.
Follow me.
Oh.
Yes.
In there.
-I am not persuaded! -TERRY: So, you'll run scared
because I can't explain the science to you?
Run scared? How dare you!
The science is for fucking scientists!
I'm a lawyer!
You don't get the point, do you, Terry?
Menzies will have plenty of scientists of his own
who people will believe, and they're going to say
these reports are bullshit!
Science may be truth, but it's not reality anymore.
Oh, so now we have a semantic gulf
between truth and reality, do we?
And since have we not?
You're asking me to go to the people
and explain the inexplicable.
My source is solid!
Your source is the Cambridge Professor.
-Indirectly. -How indirectly?
Two more pairs of hands.
Am I to infer from that you've never met the Professor or
-indeed anyone from Maralinga? -The information is solid.
-I promise you, Doc. -No.
You can't even understand the documents,
let alone verify them,
and you complain to me about semantics?
Now, it's not entirely out of the question
that this solid source could be a false flag
so that when we cry scandal at Menzies,
the bucket of atomic shit
could well fall on our heads, could it not?
Doc...I think people are already dying.
And if they are, you bring me names.
We'll review the situation.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪♪
Ms. Syddell.
Give me a yell when you're done, Doctor.
Thank you, Colonel.
♪♪
How do you do?
My name is Eva.
My name is Catherine.
EVA: The strange truth of this
is that, actually, I didn't come to see you.
I'm here to see someone I can only guess
or hope is a relative of yours.
Corinne.
Okay.
I'd like to talk to you about documents Corinne
has been smuggling out of the camp.
Documents concerning the weather.
The atomic plumes.
[ Sighs ] You're pretty.
EVA: I'm guessing you have something
to do with these documents.
Does she send them to you?
Do you then pass them on
to someone in the Labor Party, perhaps?
You do your hair in a very...
European style.
It's flattering.
♪♪
WILLIAMS: Oh, I'm done.
[ Groans ]
I'm spent.
MYER: That was barely 20 minutes.
Well, if I'm spent, I'm sorry, I'm spent.
You can rat your way through the next half an hour.
I beg your pardon? Rat my way?
WILLIAMS: Yes, rat.
Ferret, whatever.
Search, you know. It's a trope.
Oh, it's a trope, is it, Williams?
WILLIAMS: It is a trope.
God, where did you school?
Oh, I can't!
[ Insects buzz ]
[ Sneezes ]
Lydia is dead.
LENNY: Shit!
They sent a shooter.
LEO: How did that happen?
I don't know.
Did you tell anyone where they were?
No, no one. Jesus Christ!
-Did you? -No.
Come on, mate.
LEO: You wouldn't believe the amount of shit
I'm having to eat at the moment, Len.
Where are you staying?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
The Croft.
LENNY: Okay.
Well, what time do you want to meet up?
I-I'll pick you up.
We'll head down the river.
Have a little smoke on the water.
That'll calm you down.
♪♪
I'll meet you at 9:00.
Okay.
See you then.
[ Telephone clangs ]
♪♪
[ Knocks on window ]
♪♪
-Cup of tea? -Hello.
I presume you have booze in the back.
-Shilling a bottle. -Right.
What is it, actually?
Shilling a bottle.
Just keep it coming, then.
[ Scoffs ]
Is she alive?
I don't know.
-What do you mean? -I saw her aunt.
Her Aunt? What the hell!
Name's Catherine.
-And what did she say? -Not much.
ASIO have photos of said Catherine passing documents
to a senior Labor Parliamentarian.
So, where's Corinne, do you think?
So, I've been to five lawyers today.
I've explained the situation, and none of them will touch it.
They all told me to drop it,
or I'll be the next to disappear.
Official Secrets.
But I can't drop it.
Our government is betraying the nation.
Just a second.
Can you bring me a copy of the Miller transcript, please?
Ta.
So your Aunt was picked up on Tuesday,
and you were contacted...
CORINNE: Wednesday afternoon.
There's someone in ASIO who's sympathetic.
I don't know his name.
Have you considered the possibility
they might be trying to curry favor with you?
-You could be useful for them. -No, actually, I hadn't.
And no lawyer'll touch your aunt's case?
None that I could find.
Oh, they're fuckin' pissweak, lawyers.
[ Chuckles ] Excuse my French.
You should have come to us first, sweetheart.
Lawyers are ASIO's favorite breakfast food.
You want to scare the shit out of the government,
you go to the press.
That's how you get things done quickly.
So...
Tell me what you know about Maralinga.
So what was it like killing Nazis?
Not fun.
I-I don't think many of them were really Nazis.
I mean, most soldiers are kids, you know.
-Hmm. -Most of the ones I killed
were a lot younger than I was.
And th-they're not old enough to have a philosophy...
...let alone a plan for genocide.
I don't understand.
I thought you were -- Well, you are, an engineer.
Things'd just go wrong sometimes.
[ Chuckles ]
It's all pretty shitty.
To shit.
Hmm.
Soldiers don't like to talk about war, do they?
Well, does that surprise you?
Right now, there are 20 million men roaming the planet
who've either killed young men or seen them killed.
Most of us don't like those memories.
So, there are two sets of reports, then?
CORINNE: Yes. Bullshit and truth.
And the people don't get to see the truth,
because the truth is terrifying.
These clouds, they travel all over the country.
They touch everything.
[ Knocks on door ]
Come.
The Miller transcripts you asked for, sir.
Thank you, Eunice.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Where the fuck have you been?!
I've been listening to her bullshit for fucking decades,
and I've got a fuckin' late edition to get out!
Don't we always look after you, Mungo?
Miss Syddell, we're from ASIO.
Would you please accompany us?
MUNGO: Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.
I have a good memory of war.
Good for you.
What's that?
My mother's name was also Eva.
-She was the Russian? -She was the Russian, yes.
My father's name was Kenneth.
He flew Spitfires.
He crashed in a fireball over Normandy.
He had seven surgeries.
Skin grafts.
Four on his face.
It was all experimental back then.
By the time my mother was finally allowed to see him,
he was horribly disfigured,
and my father said to her
"I will understand if you don't want to marry me.
You're free to leave."
And my mother said...
[ Chuckles ]
"You haven't changed one whit.
You are so beautiful."
[ Chuckles ]
[ Music plays faintly ]
[ Chuckles ]
[ Clears throat ]
I think it would be better if we joined forces at this point.
Don't you think?
[ Chuckles ]
I think that's a good idea.
So...
did you write Quentin's suicide note?
Yes.
Did Corinne confess?
Yes.
[ Eva chuckles ]
You two were lovers.
Not recently.
We met in Paris at the end of the war.
Spent a week together.
It was nice.
[ Chuckles ]
-[ Gags ] -[ Chuckles ]
Oh, my God.
Ugh!
Good?
[ Gags ]
[ Laughs ]
I don't know if that's gonna help.
[ Laughs ]
[ Sighs ]
You're not hungry, right?
No.
No, no, no -- I re-- I -- I --
-[ Slurps ] -[ Laughs ]
This has got to be the worst soup
I have ever tasted. -Mm-hmm.
I should, um... [ Clears throat ]
I should get to my hotel.
Freshen up. I have a meeting at 9:00.
You have a room?
Do you not have somewhere to stay?
Mnm-mnm.
Well, I'm sure we can rustle you up something.
[ Both chuckle ]
It was delicious. Thank you.
[ Laughs ]
[ Snorts ]
[ Laughter continues ]
[ Vehicle approaches ]
[ Tense music plays ]
Leo.
[ Car doors shut ]
♪♪
Christ.
I know those guys.
They're not fond of me.
Well, I can handle it myself.
Yeah, I'm sure you can, but I'd call first.
EVA: Call?
Why?
It's Adelaide.
Right, right. I understand.
Colonel Barrie's gone home.
So, who's in charge right now?
I see. Can I speak with him?
Well, how can he be in charge if he's gone home, too?
A birthday party?
I see. I see.
So, who is actually present and in charge
of the ASIO Adelaide office as we speak?
[ Chuckles ]
Their official hours are 9:00 to 5:30.
Thank you very much.
[ Telephone clangs ]
First line of national security and intelligence.
It's okay. They won't kill her tonight.
They'll have locked away all the bullets.
Come on.
It's Adelaide.
So you have a wife and two kids.
And a dog.
Don't forget the dog.
-Major. -[ Chuckles ]
And you?
One kid.
No dog.
But I do love dogs.
My ex-husband
was the London Bureau Chief for Pravda.
Now he works for Khrushchev.
Khrushchev?
Seriously?
Mm.
I see my daughter...
three times a year
in a tea shop in Moscow.
There are certain rules I must play by for her sake,
by which, I mean my sake,
because I live to see her.
So not the happy, classic marriage.
Well, in Soviet terms it is.
[ Leo chuckles ]
Yours?
I guess in Australian terms it is. [ Chuckles ]
So, you are a double agent?
Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that.
I do throw the KGB an occasional bone.
Helps get access to my daughter.
But nothing major.
Major.
[ Soft music plays ]
♪♪
I need to see a friend.
♪♪
[ Chuckles ]
I thought you were meeting him at 9:00.
It's only...
Mm, only five past 8:00.
Is it far?
I need to get a cab.
And there's traffic.
At 8:00?
On a Wednesday evening?
[ Both chuckle ]
It's Adelaide.
[ Chuckles ]
Of course.
Yes, it is Adelaide.
Let's just sit here for a minute, please, driver.
There's a shilling in it for you.
Your money, mate.
So, you reckon Menzies will call another election soon?
-Don't know. -Hope he does.
Rest of them are useless.
Likes to take a quiet punt on the side.
I like that in a politician.
Like a punter.
Yeah. Good man, Menzies.
Come October, we're gonna get the bomb and television.
Not much more to ask, is there?
LEO: Mm-hmm.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪♪
[ Engine starts ]
♪♪
Mate...
we need to follow that one.
-You a cop? -No.
And there's another shilling in it for you.
Right you are, sir.
♪♪
Hey, you made it.
Yeah, I got caught up.
But since you mentioned it, I figured you'd be here,
so I got a cab.
Come and share this bad boy with me.
LEO: What happened with the girls, Len?
I don't understand, mate.
I don't know.
Things got really very bloody heavy, alright,
and I just -- it wasn't my fault.
Don't waste my fucking time, Len!
You were the only other one who knew where they were!
-Do you have a gun? -Why did you do it?!
-Do you have a fucking gun?! -Why?!
-Do you have a fucking gun? -do I need a fucking gun, Lenny?
Nick got busted on heavy possession, alright?
-I don't care! -So he tried to cut a deal!
So he blabbed to the cops about the ASIO bloke
-in the fuckin' car. -Lydia is dead! They killed her!
-And it all led to me, Leo! -They fuckin' killed her, Lenny,
and that's on you!
You killed her!
They fucking threatened me with death!
All they wanted to know was whether I knew
where the girls were.
They fucking killed Nick anyway.
LEO: You fucking piece of shit.
So, you told ASIO where the girls were?
Don't you dare get on your fuckin' high and mighty horse.
The girls are dead because of you!
If you hadn't have fuckin' taken them to Maralinga,
none of this would have happened.
♪♪
[ Voice breaking ] Now you tell me if you've got a gun, Leo.
Why?
Think about it.
Because if you reach for yours and I have one,
you know you'll be dead before it's even out of your pocket.
[ Breathing shakily ] Do you have a gun, Leo?
No, I don't.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
-[ Gunshot ] -[ Groans ]
♪♪
Thank you.
You're welcome.
♪♪
-Are you alright, sir? -It's alright.
Goodnight.
♪♪
[ Music plays faintly ]
[ Grunts, chuckles ]
[ Groans ]
[ Music continues ]
Good morning.
[ Chuckles ]
Welcome to the news today.
[ Laughs ]
-Oh, you want the news? -No.
-You want news? -No, no, no, no, no.
-I'll give you the news. -No!
NEWSCASTER: Federal Labor Opposition
Shadow Attorney General, Terry Ryan, has died
following a car accident outside his home.
Mr Ryan was 45.
Police say there are no suspicious circumstances.
Never fucking easy.
EVA: I'm MI6.
You may have already guessed that.
The thing is, my job is to stop your leaks
and recover the documents
because if they do see the political light of day,
they'll take down two governments.
CORINNE: And what would be the problem with that?
I mean, if a government is prepared to lie to
and kill its own people, it should be brought down.
You see, Corinne,
they're in a win-win situation.
By now, ASIO will have raided Ryan's offices, his home,
his staff's home, the Opposition leader's home,
his in-laws home.
Anyone he might have given the documents to.
And Ryan's colleagues will have destroyed anything
he'd given them on hearing of his death.
Corinne...
whatever you've done,
it means it will all have been for nought.
[ Sighs ]
So, why are you still talking to me?
I need to know if there are any documents left
that you haven't given to Catherine.
What are you offering?
The light of day.
For both you and your aunt.
You can get us out of here?
I have no interest in seeing you shot.
I'm betting you held back a couple of reports.
Insurance policy, right?
You're too smart to have given away your whole hand.
Back at Maralinga, perhaps?
So, if there are more reports,
what's to stop you from arresting us
after I give them to you?
-Two things. -What two things?
Leo is number one.
He'd never let me hurt you.
Leo's here?
Yes.
What's the other thing?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
I'm a double agent.
And my Moscow masters consider you
a valuable asset.
They want you back at Maralinga, fighting the good fight.
CORINNE: Are you kidding?
You're KGB?
So, you want me to place them into your custody?
We're requesting extradition.
BARRIE: Well, when those proceedings are completed --
No, I need to take them with me now.
There are urgent intelligence issues.
Which you won't tell me about.
EVA: Which I can't tell you about.
You simply don't have the clearance.
Colonel, I am terribly sorry.
I know this must dent your ego, but I really don't care
what imaginary role you think you play in this affair.
This is not a request.
I am here with you merely as a courtesy.
I am leaving with my prisoners.
Now.
CORINNE: Do you trust her?
Not entirely,
but I think everything she's told you is true.
CATHERINE: She's MI6.
The woman doesn't have a Russian bone in her body.
I think she does, but I know she's right in one thing.
I would protect you.
I can protect you while you're in the camp.
-Here, not so much. -Are you fucking her?
Of course you are.
What about the trial?
There won't be a trial, Catherine.
CATHERINE: Why on earth not?
How else will people know why Terry died?
-I demand a trial! -LEO: Excuse me.
-I demand the people know. -Please!
It is our right to have a trial.
EVA: You want a trial?
I want a bloody circus of a trial!
LEO: Catherine, even if you were to have a trial,
it wouldn't be in public.
That's the point. -CATHERINE: Oh, and why not?
LEO: Because the government won't allow it.
None of -- None of it will be revealed to the public.
-CATHERINE: We can change that. -LEO: It's state's secrets!
If the press did get hold of it, they couldn't publish anyway
because the government would D-Notice it.
-LEO: Exactly. -Again, state secrets.
-Poor Terry has -- -CORINNE: Too late.
-Oh, shut up! -Don't tell me to shut up.
-He has been murdered! -LEO: We're aware!
All he wanted was for people to know the truth!
EVA: This is not a debate!
You are here in my custody.
There is no other deal on the table.
There is no point asking if the air is good
if there is nothing else to breathe.
There'll be nothing left to breathe.
Dr. Lloyd-George, may we have a word?
Why haven't you picked a side?
-Jesus Christ, Leo. -No, tell me.
Because life is more complicated than blind loyalty.
Pick a side, pick a God, pick a war.
It's more complicated than that.
Come on, you're smart.
You know no one side owns the market
when it comes to betrayal and evil.
You bloody know that.
Okay. Okay. You -- You want me to pick a side?
I pick my daughter's side, every single time.
My daughter is my life.
I have no notions of national service.
Politics is a fucking rabble.
And I don't pretend, as you do,
that what I do is for the greater good.
Right now, I will personally profit more
from saving Corinne's life than taking it
which I am thankful for
because it makes my day a whole lot easier.
I will be giving the reports to Moscow.
Do you need Catherine to come back to Maralinga with us?
[ Sighs ]
No.
And I'd rather she didn't.
She's a pain in the arse.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay.
It's back to Maralinga, then.
-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -CHILDREN: Surprise!
Happy birthday, Dad!
[ Chuckles ] Wow!
LORRAINE: Happy birthday, darling.
It's a present from the Attorney General.
HARRY: Happy birthday, Dad.
EMMA: Did you forget it was your birthday?
[ Leo chuckles ]
I -- I...totally forgot
that it's my birthday.
[ Chuckles ]
Hey, mate.
Darling.
Hello. I'm Emma.
I'm Corinne.
What do you do, Corinne?
I'm a nurse, at the camp.
So, you know my Dad, then?
Yes.
Hello, Miss.
Miss.
[ Sighs ] Mm?
I'm Emma. What's your name?
Eva, Emma.
-What's your surname? -Lloyd-George.
-They're both boy's names. -Yes, but it's my surname.
Two names, Lloyd and George, joined with a hyphen.
-It's called double-barrelled. -Double-barrelled?
Eva Lloyd-George.
I like it.
Sounds clever.
What did your father do?
He was a pilot and a lawyer.
My mum's father is a lawyer.
He's what they call a QC.
Is your father a QC?
Yes, he is.
Maybe they've met!
Mum, Eva's Dad is a QC, too.
Really, darling?
How do you do?
How do you do.
Hey, Mum, can we get a double-barrelled name?
[ Jet engine roars ]
-WILLIAMS: What about shellfish? -MYER: I like shellfish.
Well, doesn't that mean you're going to hell?
Or should I just kill you?
What in God's name are you talking about?
Well, isn't it in the Old Testament
that says you people mustn't have shellfish?
Leviticus, I think.
And haircuts.
Leviticus again.
You clearly have regularly rounded your hair,
against the will of your pagan God.
My pagan God?
-Jesus! -Settle down.
That's my spiritual guide you're referring to.
[ Insects buzzing ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
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[ Sam coughs ]
[ Truck doors open ]
CRANKY: Taking him home, then, Dally?
DALGLEISH: Yes.
It's time, sir.
It's what his mother wants,
and I think it'd be in everyone's best interests.
Is he going to die soon?
Yes, sir.
Very well, then.
I think I'll come along with you.
I should like to be of some assistance.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, no. You're clearly needed here, sir.
CRANKY: [ Laughs ] Oh, come on, dear boy.
We both know Leo does everything.
When I first took the bloody job,
I knew then it was for grace and favor.
My career is done.
I should like to end it with some meaning.
Well that's the thing, sir.
You can go home now
with the honor that you deserve,
and you can rest.
Home?
Fascinating concept, Dally.
I haven't really been home since I was 5.
Winchester.
Sandhurst.
I don't really know home.
I'd go back between wars, of course.
Shag the wife.
Have a couple of sprogs, who I don't know.
The thing is...
the shock of the new can create such stimulation.
As fossilized as I may have become,
I now find myself suddenly curious about life again.
I haven't been curious about anything since I was 22.
It's all been army rules.
Told when and where to go.
Whom to kill.
Now...
in my December,
I suddenly want to know more.
I want a voyage of discovery.
♪♪
[ Sighs deeply ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Book thuds ]
[ Animal howls in distance ]
[ Tense music plays ]
It's, uh..
It's frustrating, isn't it?
To share a space and not a language.
I'm fairly fluent in French.
A smattering of Swahili.
But I don't seem to be able to learn one word of your language.
Something terribly wrong with that, isn't there?
Given who I'm meant to be.
I'm Cranky.
Cranky.
CRANKY: Yes!
There we go.
Progress!
Ukara.
U-Ukara?
-Ukara. -Ukara.
CRANKY: Ukara. Ukara
How very charming.
And may I say becoming.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Ah, Looks like the sun is about to break, so...
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