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
♪ 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 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?
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!