Operation Buffalo (2020) s01e05 Episode Script

1
Dad!
In 90 seconds, there'll be
a knock on the front door.
They're men I work with.
Oh, shit!
If you want a divorce,
I won't stand in your way.
That's not what I want.
You and the other girls
have to disappear, starting today.
Somewhere very remote.
Lenny can help with that as well.
It seems your secret truths
about the wandering
atomic clouds have been leaked.
Prof, have you been indiscreet?
I know it's you
who's been doing the leaking.
I want you to know
that I've seen things here
that I couldn't in conscience
stay silent about.
If you do find a note
and I'm mentioned in it,
it'll raise suspicion.
There's nothing we can do.
I didn't hear an explosion.
Did anyone hear one?
You're Molly, right?
- Who are you?
- Is everything OK?
Molly! Molly?
- Oh!
- Lyds.
Oh!
Oh, sweetheart!
Who was that bitch?
Someone ratted us out.
She's got to be ASIO or
hired by ASIO, whatever.
We need a hospital.
What are these symbols?!
This rubbish?!
This hieroglyphics?!
You call yourselves scientists?!
There is an unexploded
nuclear bomb out there,
for Christ's sake!
It needs to explode!
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?!
I can manage whatever contingency
they come up with, sir.
Six hours, 12 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?
Two days?! 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.
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.
- Sir?
- Run the cable?
- Mmm.
You want me to run the cable?
You'll feel better in a few ticks,
Sam. I promise.
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.
Are you sorry
'cause you won't tell me?
Or are you sorry
for what you've done?
I can't
I'm so ashamed, Roy.
I didn't do it. It was
- It it was
- It was what?
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.
Do 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.
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.
I'm so ashamed.
You've done nothing wrong.
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Thank you.
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.
OK. Thanks.
It seems to me
I've heard that song before
It's from an old, familiar score
I know it well, that melody ♪
Beautiful!
Please have them
play it again ♪
This is the Attorney-General,
Dick Wilcox.
- These are two of my best.
- Gentlemen.
- Jones.
- Sir.
I heard that lovely song before. ♪
I love you!
You made me love you
I didn't want to do it
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
But there were times too
You made me feel so mad
You made me sigh, for
I didn't want to tell you
I didn't want to tell you
I want some love
- Oh! Fuck!
It's true, 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 die for
You know you made me ♪
Problem?
Corinne's gone to Adelaide.
One more time!
Adelaide?
- Do you mean gone or gone?
- I don't know.
What did 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.
Do you really think I'd do that?
Lady, I have no idea
what to think about you.
Other than Corinne
clearly has something you want
I told no-one but you
about Quentin's confession.
and it's 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.
You made me love you
You know you made me
Love you. ♪
Oh oh, my God.
You're kidding me.
You're fucking kidding me!
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!
Oh, this could be the end
of the world, Vonnie.
Mmm.
Why are you crying?
They're gonna kill us,
aren't they?
Probably.
Yeah.
Jesus.
Jesus!
I think it's Hilly.
Christ!
What are you two doing here?
- We were 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?
Hey, Hilly.
Oh.
Hilly.
Hilly, what are you thinking?
Friends of ours. Very good friends,
and they need our help.
They also need as few people
as possible to know about it.
Understand?
I can't keep something
like this secret, Hilly.
She'll require surgery.
I understand that this is
a pretty delicate situation
I get that.
I'll see what I can do.
- Vonnie?
- I'm here, darling. I'm here.
She'll be OK.
It's just her shoulder.
Oh.
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.
Well, 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!
- OK, I-I will go to Adelaide.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I will.
- Go to Adelaide.
And go to Canberra and see
the Prime Minister if you have to!
Get them, Leo.
We are two down,
and from what I can see,
this isn't fucking over.
Bastard!
News?
I have to go to Adelaide, sir.
Family. My son's ill.
- Now?!
- Now is 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 honoured
to meet you, sir.
- You may pack.
- Thank you, sir.
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 bam,
we drop the bucket on him!
Yeah.
What does this bucket
look like, Terry?
An election-winning bucket
of grade A atomic shit, Doc!
You understand
any of this stuff yourself?
- The science?
- Yeah.
The science.
MI6. I've never seen
one of these before.
- Oh. Really?
- Yeah.
Uh, so, this woman that
we're holding downstairs, um
- Syddell.
- C. Syddell. That's the one.
She's a known leftie.
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?
- Er, no.
Uh, yes. Yes. Uh
Yep. Uh, 757BC4.
Yes.
Yes. Uh, Lloyd-George.
Yes.
Thank you. Uh, of course.
Dr Lloyd-George
would like to have a word again.
Yep. Here you go.
Monroe.
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 capt sorry, colonel that?
Yes. Colonel Barrie again.
Right. Right.
Very well. Uh, thank you, sir.
Very well, Dr Lloyd-George.
Er, come with me.
Oh, and, um
and 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 cl-cleared
for top-secret, Doctor.
Not MI6 top-secret,
I'm afraid, Colonel.
No Australian is.
OK. Uh, excellent.
Uh yeah. Follow me.
Oh Yes.
In there.
I am not persuaded!
So you'll run scared because
I can't explain the science
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 in.
They're gonna 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?
And since when 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.
Well, if they are,
you bring me names.
We'll review the situation.
Miss 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.
The strange truth of this
is that actually,
I didn't come here to see you.
I'm here to see someone
I can only guess or hope
is a relative of yours.
Corinne.
OK.
I'd like to talk to you
about documents
Corinne has been smuggling
out of the camp.
Documents concerning
the weather, the atomic plumes.
You're pretty.
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.
Oh, I'm done.
I'm spent.
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?
- Yes, rat. Ferret.
Whatever. Search.
You know, it's a trope.
Oh, it's a trope, is it, Williams?
It is a trope! God!
Where did you school?
Oh, my God!
Lydia is dead.
Shit.
They sent a shooter.
How did that happen?
I don't know. Did you tell
anyone where they were?
No, no-one. Jesus Christ!
Did you?
Mate!
Come on, mate.
Oh, you wouldn't believe
the amount of shit
I'm having to eat
at the moment, mate.
Where are you staying?
- The Croft.
- OK.
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.
It'll calm you down.
I'll meet you at nine.
OK.
See you then.
Cup of tea?
Hello. Um I presume
you have booze in the back?
A shilling a bottle.
Great. Uh, what is it, actually?
Shilling a bottle.
OK.
Just keep it coming, then.
Is she alive?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean?
I saw her aunt.
- Her aunt? What the hell?
- Her name's Catherine.
- And what does 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
to explain 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?
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 favour with you?
You could be useful to them.
No. Actually, I hadn't.
And no lawyer
will touch your aunt's case?
None that I could find.
Oh, they're fuckin' piss-weak,
lawyers!
Ooh. Excuse my French.
You should have come to us first,
sweetheart.
Lawyers are ASIO's
favourite 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 don't think many of them
were really Nazis.
I mean, most soldiers
are kids, you know?
Mmm.
Most of the ones I killed
were a lot younger than I was.
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 will just go wrong sometimes.
It's all pretty shitty.
To shit.
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?
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.
Come.
The Miller transcripts
you asked for, sir.
Thank you, Eunice.
Where the fuck have you been?!
I've been listening to her bullshit
for fucking decades
and I've got a fucking
late edition to get out!
You know we always
look after you, Mungo.
Miss Syddell. We're from ASIO.
Would you please accompany us?
Welcome to the real world,
sweetheart.
I have a good memory of the 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.
- Mm-hm.
- 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
"You haven't changed one whit.
"You are so beautiful."
Mmm.
I think it would be better
if we joined forces at this point.
Don't you think?
I think that's a good idea.
Mmm. So
did you write
Quentin's suicide note?
Yes.
Did Corinne confess?
- Yes.
- Hmm.
You two were lovers?
Not recently.
We met in Paris
at the end of the war.
We spent a week together.
It was nice.
Oh, my God!
- Oh!
- Good?
I don't know
if that's gonna help.
Oh. You're not hungry, right?
- Mmm! No.
- Because
No, no, no. I rea
I just Well
Mmm!
This has got to be the worst soup
I have ever tasted.
Mm-hm.
I should, um
I should go to my hotel.
Freshen up.
I have a meeting at nine.
You have a room?
Do you not have somewhere to stay?
Uh-uh.
I'm sure we can
rustle you up something.
It was delicious. Thank you.
Leo?
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.
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?
Their official office hours
are 9:00 to 5:30.
Thank you very much.
First line of national
security and intelligence.
It's OK.
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.
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?
- Mmm.
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.
Yours?
I guess in Australian terms, it is.
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.
I need to see a friend.
I thought you were meeting him
at nine.
It's only
Oh. Five past eight.
Is it far?
I need to get a cab.
And there's traffic.
At eight o'clock?
On a Wednesday evening?
It's Adelaide.
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.
I hope he does.
The rest of them are useless.
He likes to take a quiet punt,
you know, on the side.
I like that in a politician.
I like a punter.
Yeah.
Good man, Menzies.
Come October, we're gonna get
the bomb and television.
Not much more to ask, is there?
Mm-hm.
Mate, we need to follow that one.
- Are 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.
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?!
- You have a fucking gun?!
- Why do I need a fucking gun?!
Nick got done on possession!
Alright?!
- He tried to cut a deal!
- Lydia is dead!
So he told the cops about
the ASIO bloke in the fucking car!
- They killed her!
- And it all leads to me, Leo!
- They fucking killed her, Lenny!
- That's on you!
You weren't there, Leo!
They fucking threatened me
with death!
All they wanted to know was
whether I knew
where the girls were!
They fucking killed Nick anyway!
You fucking piece of shit!
You told ASIO where the girls were!
Don't you dare get on your
fucking high and mighty horse!
The girls are dead because of you!
If you hadn't have fucking
taken them to Maralinga,
none of this
would have happened!
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.
Do you have a gun, Leo?
No, I don't.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
It's alright. Thank you.
Goodnight.
Good morning.
Welcome to the news today.
- Oh, you want the news?
- No, no.
- You want news?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll give you the news.
No!
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.
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.
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 naught.
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?
- Mmm.
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.
And what's the other thing?
I'm a double agent.
And my Moscow masters
consider you a valuable asset.
They want you back at Maralinga,
fighting the good fight.
Are you kidding?
You're KGB?!
So you want me to place them
into your custody?
We're requesting extradition.
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.
- 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.
Do you trust her?
Not entirely,
but I think everything
she's told you is true.
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.
Why on earth not? How else
will people know why Terry died?
- I demand a trial.
- Excuse me.
I demand the people know!
It is our right to have a trial!
You want a trial?
I want a bloody circus
of a trial!
Catherine, even if you were
to have a trial,
it wouldn't be in public -
that's the point!
Oh, and why not?
Because the government
won't allow it.
None of it would be revealed
to the public.
- We can change that.
- It's state secrets!
If the press did get hold of it,
they couldn't publish anyway,
because the government
would de-notice it.
- Exactly!
- Again, state secrets.
- Poor Terry has been
- Too late, Catherine.
- Oh, shut up! Poor Terry
- Don't tell me to shut up!
- He has been murdered!
- We're aware!
All he wanted was for people
to know the truth!
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.
OK, OK.
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?
No.
And I'd rather she didn't.
She's a pain in the arse.
OK.
It's back to Maralinga, then.
Surprise!
Happy birthday, Dad!
Wow!
Happy birthday, darling.
It's a present
from the Attorney-General.
Happy birthday, Dad.
Did you forget
it was your birthday?
I I
totally forgot
that it's my birthday.
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.
I'm Emma.
What's your name?
Eva, Emma.
What's your surname?
Lloyd-George.
They're both boys' 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?
What about shellfish?
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? Oh, Jesus!
Settle down. That's my spiritual
guide you're referring to.
Taking him home, then, Dally?
Yes. It's time, sir.
It's what his mother wants,
and I think it'd be
in everyone's best interest.
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.
Oh, no
You're clearly needed here, sir.
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 favour.
My career is done.
I should like to end it
with some meaning.
That's the thing, sir.
You can go home now,
with the honour that you deserve,
and you can rest.
Home.
Fascinating concept, Dally.
I haven't really been home
since I was five.
Winchester. Sandhurst.
I don't really know home.
I 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 fossilised 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.
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 am meant to be.
I'm Cranky.
Cranky.
- Cranky.
- Yes!
There we go. Progress!
Ukara.
- U Ukara?
- Ukara.
Ukara. Ukara.
Ukara. How very charming.
And, may I say, becoming.
Ah. Looks like the sun
is about to brag. So
Are these as damaging
as you seem to think they are?
I need you to type some copies
of some documents.
There will inevitably be
nuclear war, Leo.
We are going to give the press
a nuclear explosion.
This time.
- I only speak to you.
- Why me?
Whose ASIO dick can I cut off?
I don't think that's a good idea.
- No!
- Molly? Molly!
Arggh! Get me out of here!