♪♪
[ Tense music plays ]
MURPHY: Hilly, mate, this is ridiculous, you know?
Carmen could be any-bloody-where.
-If we had more men... -HILLY: It's just you and me!
We can't have more men, do you understand?
MURPHY: I know we can't have more men.
I'm saying if!
HILLY: Alright, alright, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
Jesus.
[ Jeep door closes ]
MURPHY: Fuckin' hell.
Shit!
[ Insects buzzing ]
HILLY: Dead?
Nuh.
You right, mate?
Yeah.
HILLY: Hey, Murph?
There's a girl over here.
MURPHY: Please God, let it be Carmen.
Aah.
[ Murphy clears throat ]
Shit.
Hilly.
Think it could be him?
Who?
The rapist, mate.
Jeep.
Pretty girl.
Leo said this is what happened to Alice, wasn't it?
♪♪
MURPHY: Who is she?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
NEWSREEL NARRATOR: After the detonation,
much of the real work begins.
Scientists and soldiers at Maralinga examine
equipment and infrastructure
to see how they've responded to the bomb.
As our boys trudge through the desert and the heat,
they amass vital data,
which will inform both government and the military
as to how to wage a nuclear war.
[ Triumphant music plays ]
♪♪
[ Geiger counter crackles ]
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Laughs hysterically ]
[ Sighs heavily ]
[ Smooches ]
[ Suitcase latches click ]
[ Sighs heavily ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Knocks on door ]
MAN: Lunch is being served in the mess, sir!
Right. Yes.
Thank you.
[ Triumphant music resumes ]
[ Wind whistles ]
[ Vehicle approaches ]
WILLIAMS: [ Muffled ] Hello?
Hello? Testing.
Can you hear me?
Bloody things!
BRESTON: Ah.
Oh, I think I have you now, Williams.
WILLIAMS: Ah. [ Inhales deeply ]
Didn't get the sixty, then?
BRESTON: What?
Did it make the sixty, then?
BRESTON: Oh, oh, um...
it'll be about forty by ten,
or thereabouts.
WILLIAMS: Not quite what we'd predicted.
MYER: What?!
WILLIAMS: Shut up, man. We're talking!
MYER: What?
BRESTON: He'll sign off on forty by ten.
WILLIAMS: He'll fob it off?
-What? -BRESTON: Bloody...
[ Static, men groaning ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
MAN: So, if you'll forgive me, Mr. Moore,
what is the purpose of your stay?
His Excellency thought it might be a good idea for me
to spend some time to observe things around here.
Observe? I see.
Your Bloody Marys, General.
Thank you, Swanny.
[ Clears throat ]
Keep 'em coming.
And we'll have the Chablis with the main.
SWANNY: Very good, sir.
Any particular part of the camp
you'd like to observe, Mr. Moore?
Let me assure you both that His Excellency
is a great admirer of the work you chaps are doing here.
And you well know the esteem, in which,
he holds you personally, General.
But?
MOORE: No, Major. There is no but.
Please understand, I'm not here to poke holes.
You must know the huge importance
of this project to Britain and the Empire.
There is no greater priority for the Cabinet
because nuclear is our future.
Her Majesty herself is
constantly briefed on the subject.
She's keen to know all there is to know about this place.
I say. That's a damn fine show, isn't it, Leo?
It is, sir.
CRANKY: She's such a delightful young thing, isn't she?
So, you're a career diplomat,
eh, there, Mr. Moore? -I am, sir.
CRANKY: Well, if they've sent you here,
you're clearly prospering.
One has one's hopes.
CRANKY: Tell me, where did you school?
-Winchester. -Ah!
Good.
And then?
Cambridge.
CRANKY: Tell me, did you ever make the acquaintance
of those two utter bastards,
Burgess and Maclean?
No, I...
never had the pleasure, s--
Or should I say the shame, sir.
Hanging's too good for them, I say.
Commie traitors.
Actually, you know, when I think about it,
Russia's probably worse than hell.
So let them rot in Moscow with Khrushchev, eh?
[ Laughter ]
My wife loves
anything to do with spies.
Can't get enough Graham Greenes in her diet.
You know, I have it on good authority,
Greene is a part-time spy, too.
I've heard the same thing, General.
[ Knocks on door ]
[ Door opens ]
Sir, Mr. Moore, I'm afraid I'm being paged.
-May I be excused, sir? -Yes, of course Leo.
Thank you, sir. We'll get to the reports later.
Mr. Moore.
-[ Door closes ] -Please tell me
you've found Carmen.
We found someone else.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Softly ] Fuck!
It's just never easy, is it?
Dead or alive?
Alive.
Man or woman?
Both.
-[ Clears throat ] -[ Sighs ]
[ Newsreel clicking ]
I thought you released three of those last night,
Dr. Ratchett.
RATCHETT: Six last night, actually.
And another six this morning.
Need to establish a trail.
If ever there is one.
-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -BAXTER: No trails so far?
Guess that's good news, then.
Very good news, Baxter.
It means the plume doesn't travel,
which means the radiation doesn't, either.
BAXTER: Whoo!
Well, looks like that balloon's travelling.
RATCHETT: That's nature's work, my boy, not the bombs.
It's a question of radium's atomic weight, you see?
Very heavy.
The cloud goes up. The cloud comes down.
But for my purposes, of course, I need to track the wind.
Now you've lost me.
That's one of the great things about science.
It's a marvellous conversation stopper.
[ Wind whistles ]
[ News music plays over P.A. ]
ANNOUNCER: Prime Minister Menzies
is to set out on a tour
to the United States and the United Kingdom,
in which, he will have a series of meetings
with both President Dwight Eisenhower
and British Prime Minister, Anthony Eden.
The atomic bomb tests at Maralinga are set to be
at the top of the agenda at both meetings.
Australia is clearly doing its bit.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Conversations continue ]
[ Tense music plays ]
MAN: Dave, mate.
Feeling a bit butchers, eh?
[ Sighs ] Yeah, Vic.
I feel like shit.
[ Retches ]
Okay, okay.
-Hey. -[ Groans ]
We'll get you up to the RCU.
Thanks, Vic.
I feel really cold, all of a sudden, mate.
You get crook enough, they'll send you to Adelaide
for a few weeks recovery.
Yeah.
It'd be pretty sweet.
Thanks, mate.
That's alright.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
BAXTER: Doctor Ratchett?
Yes?
BAXTER: Scientists want to have a word with you.
Just give me a couple of minutes.
Right-o.
♪♪
MAN: X-rays are fine, Leo.
No fractures.
It's a nasty blow, though.
-Just needs bed rest. -Mm-hmm.
Lewis, is there any sign of sexual intercourse?
LEWIS: And that would be relevant here because...
Because I'd assumed
that you'd given her a complete examination.
Well, it depends what you mean by "complete," Leo.
I'd be surprised if a consulting physician
when presented with a patient
suffering from evident cranial contusions
and potential subdural hematoma
would instantly stampede towards the vagina
in order to ensure the examination was complete.
[ Clears throat ]
Just being thorough.
Well, I must say, yours is a very strange
and specific brand of thoroughness.
[ Horn honks ]
CORINNE: Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.
-Marilyn? -MARILYN: Yes?
MARILYN: Oh, yep. Yep, onto it.
CORINNE: Okay, take him straight through to Private Room 3.
Oh, God. Here we go.
Come on. That's it.
I've got you now. Come on.
WOMAN: [ In Russian ] You promised you wouldn't be
naughty tonight.
[ Chuckles ]
People are watching.
[ Chuckles ]
-That's Russian. -I know.
Can you speak it?
Just the little I picked up in the war.
Did you get any of what she said?
-Well, a bit. -What bit?
The word "people," I think.
We need Jones.
Check her luggage will you, Lewis?
I need to call Baxter.
Jones speaks Russian? Really?
Don't leave her unattended.
Jones speaks Russian?
Nice luggage.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-LEO: Hi, Alice. -Hi, Leo.
I need to talk to Baxter.
How do I...
Allow me.
-Baxter, are you there? -BAXTER: Yeah, Leo?
Mate, can you get someone to find Jonesy
and send him to the hospital post haste.
BAXTER: Consider it done, mate.
Tell him he may be here for some time.
He should bring a book.
[ Telephone clacks in receiver ]
Thank you.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Wings flapping ]
You've spent time in Cairo, Rupe.
What do you make of it?
Between you and me, Prime Minister?
Of course.
I'd get the hell out of there.
Egypt, Middle East, they're ancient.
Their problems are entrenched.
You know I've always toed a positive line
for you and Winston,
but God, Tony, it'll take at least two decades
to sort out the issues of Jerusalem alone!
Winston bequeathed you
a political and military disaster,
and he did so deliberately.
Churchill never wanted my sun to rise, did he?
[ Gunshot in distance ]
I'm not sure how to put this, but...
are you in any way vulnerable?
[ Gunshot in distance ]
I beg your pardon, Prime Minister.
Vulnerable to what, specifically?
Your Mr. Moore.
I've had word that he was
a very close acquaintance of Guy Burgess.
Did you know about that?
Really, Tony.
Tongues are wagging in Whitehall, Rupe.
I've been told.
What are they wagging about, specifically?
That your Chief of Staff
was having it off with a KGB spy.
That enough?
That was at least two years
before he came to work for me.
Nevertheless...
The most sensitive place in the Empire,
apart from Suez right now is Maralinga.
It's in your patch, and it's nuclear.
I can't have tongues wagging, Rupe.
What are you suggesting?
Do you love him?
I do.
I'm sorry, but if you persist
in maintaining this relationship,
you'll have to resign from the FO.
Oh, don't worry.
I'll make it as dignified for you as I can.
Make you a Lord or something.
On the other hand...
if we were to come to some arrangement,
I could make you Permanent Secretary of the Foreign Office.
Well, you know, Dutchy's about to retire.
Listen to me, Rupe.
We have been friends
for 35 years.
I want to look after you.
What do you mean by...
"some arrangement"?
[ Gunshot ]
[ Dog barks in distance ]
Ee-yore!
How many have you bagged, you mad bugger?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Breathing shakily ]
SCHNEIDER SISTERS: ♪ When the joint is jumpin'
♪ And the night is right ♪
♪ When everybody's feeling right ♪
♪ We get out the thimbles and the old washboard ♪
♪ The kids go crazy, and they yell for more ♪
♪ Gonna dance and romance ♪
♪ Through the washboard rock 'n' roll ♪
♪ Wanna do that washboard rock 'n' roll ♪
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Glass thuds ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Line trills ]
Uh, hello, I'd like to speak with Minister Lachlan, please.
It's Molly Lipton.
Yes.
[ Man speaks indistinctly ]
Oh, okay.
Yep.
Yes, it's Adelaide 9239.
Yes, I know the Minister.
We were together yesterday in Maralinga.
Tell him it's very urgent.
[ Line clicks ]
Hello?
[ Beeping ]
[ Speaks foreign language ]
LEWIS: So, these labels tell us that everything in this trunk
was made in France and Italy.
It's expensive stuff, and nothing from here or Russia.
Any papers?
None that I could find.
You know this luggage is English.
Hamstrow & Young. My family swears by it.
I think she's English, and she's well-connected.
You don't dream in a second language.
Well, who says you don't?
Anyway, you're an Australian, Leo.
If only you had a first language.
She speaks Russian.
Is that what we've come to? Are we that paranoid?
Someone just has to be able to speak Russian?
Do you have any idea how parochial that sounds?
You recognize any of these?
Never seen anything like them in my life.
JONES: What's up, boss?
Did Hilly and Murph fill you in about the girl they found?
-Yep. -Well, she can speak Russian.
She came to momentarily.
Do you really speak Russian, Jonesy?
-Yeah. -Fluently?
JONES: Reasonably fluently, yeah.
How? Why?
Well, since I was a child,
the Russians were always my favorite writers.
I wanted to read exactly what they wrote,
so I taught myself.
You taught yourself Russian?
-That's impossible. -Okay, listen.
-Can we focus here, please -- -I've got a gift for languages.
Admittedly, I did have five or six lessons when I was about 12.
Had to do odd jobs to pay for it.
Alright! A heart-warming story, to be sure.
Jonesy, I want you to stay in this room.
Do not leave under any circumstances.
Corinne'll give you a bed pan.
-Really? -Yeah, if she wakes up again,
I want you to write down every word she says.
In English or in Russian?
Well, Russian's gonna do me a whole lot of bloody good,
-isn't it mate? -Okay, Leo.
What, so you're just assuming she's a spy?
My sentiment exactly.
I'm not assuming anything, Cor, until we know more about her.
Why can't she just be a woman
-who speaks Russian? -Well, she could be, of course,
because there are buckets of those in South Australia,
Corinne, especially well-dressed rich ones
who happen upon a nuclear facility.
I need to see the driver. Are you coming?
CORINNE: Alright. She needs some housekeeping.
I'll just be five minutes.
Don't you leave before speaking to me first.
LEO: Yeah, okay.
And, Jonesy, if she does wake up
and you start chatting, for God's sake,
don't give anything away, especially about the camp.
we need to know why she's here and what she knows,
not the other way 'round.
You speak any other languages, Jonesy?
JONES: French, German, Spanish, Turkish.
A little Japanese. Won't take it out at night.
God, why haven't you applied for Intelligence?
Oh, I did.
But Australian Intelligence doesn't trust anyone
who speaks Russian or German, so...
You know I pass my spare time writing a spy novel.
-Do you? -I find it very therapeutic.
Not a bad little story, either,
even if I am banging my own drum.
This one's gone blind.
Jesus.
-Temporarily? -Don't know.
He probably dislodged his retina in the accident.
Ironically, we're not all that well equipped for eyes here.
Could have been blinded by the flash of the bomb,
of course.
Academic, really, at this point.
We need to send him to a specialist in Adelaide
as soon as he can travel.
Oi. Oi!
-We need to talk. -I can't right now, Cor.
[ Sternly] Yes, you can.
[ Sighs ]
Okay.
[ Softly ] Never easy.
What is it?
I found it in the RCU this morning.
Beside a bag we keep for storing instruments
that have been exposed to radiation.
What sort of instrument is it?
It isn't an instrument, Leo.
None that I know of.
I think it's a woman's ring.
This? Who could -- Who could possibly wear this?
If I had to take a guess,
perhaps a woman who'd been exposed
to an atomic explosion.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
They brought her in this morning.
I was thinking it might belong to the girl you lost.
Did she wear a large silver ring?
[ Sighs ]
Maybe.
This is a melted woman's ring, Leo.
Why was she out there?
I don't know.
What was her name?
Carmen.
There's every chance that she was abducted and raped
-just like Alice, isn't there? -I don't know.
-Yes, you do. -So was she raped?
You must have checked.
She was remnants, Leo.
There's very little to check.
[ Sighs ]
Who found her? Why wasn't I told about this?
[ Scoffs ] Well, the reason that no one can know about this
is that she was brought in with two other blokes
in the same state she was.
Lewis thinks they were probably Black.
They were less than a mile from the blast site, Leo.
Well, that's impossible.
There are no Blacks here.
Oh, for God's sake, Leo.
Stop being so ridiculous!
If there are no Blacks here,
then why does the Army pay Dalgliesh to drive out
and push them out past the perimeter?
I mean, I saw what was left of them, Leo.
Christ!
You know you can't say anything.
I know, Leo.
They could shoot you without a trial.
Leo, I bloody know!
Can I see the bodies?
They're gone.
And they weren't bodies.
Just spirited away in lead-lined trucks.
And if they were in the RCU,
you know that I couldn't show you in there.
Then I probably would be shot.
You keep it.
I suspect you'll need it more than I do.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]
[ Sighs ]
What do you think it is?
Reminds me of something.
Could it be Carmen's ring?
JONES: A silver ring?
Right, but...
how would that become this?
A nuclear fireball, maybe.
JONES: Last night?
Do you think it's possible?
JONES: I guess.
[ Sighing ] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Poor Carmen.
The little that was left of her was found
with the little of what was left of two Black blokes.
You saying the Black blokes took her?
I don't know.
But you could say that if you wanted.
Solves a lot of our problems,
especially Molly.
Leo, you have to tell Molly that Carmen's dead.
I'll go to Adelaide in the morning.
Mm.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪♪
[ Classical music plays ]
[ Indistinct whispering ]
I never want to hear that name again.
Do you understand?
MAN: Yes, sir.
ST. JOHN: Charlie, please try him again.
I'm begging you.
I need to talk to him.
Charlie.
Charlie!
[ Beeping ]
[ Telephone slams ]
[ Animal howls in distance ]
[ Groans ]
JONES: Uh...
[ Classical music plays ]
It's not my position, General.
I'm not condoning it.
I'm just saying, both our governments
have a position and are adamant about it.
CRANKY: Yes, yes, of course.
but you see, my wife asked me in a letter the other day,
"How many Aborigines have you met, dear?
What are they like?"
Now my wife lives in Dorset,
and I obviously live here.
Or is it Kent now?
One or the other.
Yet she assumes that I have seen Aborigines,
whereas I have been told, as you so rightly point out,
by two heads of government
and innumerable officials
that there are no Aborigines in this region.
Why would my wife be suffering
under this delusion, Mr. Moore?
She's a clever girl.
And when I think about it, you know,
I've never really gone out there to see for myself
'cause they keep telling me they're not there.
But you know sometimes I think,
I damn well should take a look for myself.
Otherwise it's a...
it's a bit remiss of me, don't you know?
Well, why don't you, sir?
Damn it, I will.
We'll get Leo and a driver.
Should be good fun.
But first, I feel as full as a Catholic school.
Swanny?
Be a good chap and fetch the Calvados, will you?
That should expel some slow learners.
Do we really need to bother Major Carmichael, sir?
Doubtless he's busy.
My dear fellow, every time I do something
without telling Leo first,
it turns out to be an enormous cock up.
Sir, I've had a very active career
in the public service.
Quite frankly, I don't merely want to observe,
I want to serve.
Now surely as busy as you are
and as busy as Major Carmichael is,
you could use an extra pair of hands?
CRANKY: Yes, well, you make a good point.
Still, Leo should know if I'm going out there.
[ Knuckles crack ]
Of course, sir.
MOLLY: She's missing, Phil!
Our darling girl is missing,
and she went missing at your camp!
And you're gonna find her.
MAN: Molly, calm down and listen to me.
It's not my camp,
and I don't know who you're talking about!
MOLLY: Her name is Carmen!
Do you hear me?!
Carmen!
And she was on your patch.
She was at Maralinga.
And if she's not found by tomorrow,
I swear I'll take down the lot of ya!
Molly, Christ!
MOLLY: I know what happens over there, Phil.
I know everything.
And I have the negatives,
and I have dozens of copies
of the photos of you and me, Phil!
I will take you down and the government with you!
[ Line clicks ]
He--
[ Shouts in foreign language ]
[ Tense music plays ]
Minister. Minister, please!
Phil, what a pleasant surprise.
Sorry, Dick.
Rude barging in.
Sir Frank, so good to see you.
Phil, you're as white as a ghost.
Well, looks urgent.
Ought I to excuse myself?
No, Sir Frank, it's just, um...
I heard from Maralinga.
FRANK: Oh, we were just... discussing Maralinga.
So, what'd you hear?
PHIL: Oh, it's...
it's good news.
The results from the latest test have just come through.
It's all good.
I just thought you'd like to know
as soon as possible, Dick.
FRANK: All safe and sound, then?
Everything's fine, Sir Frank.
Because Dick and I were just discussing
the recent Opposition attacks in the House,
accusing the PM
of keeping secrets about Maralinga.
Nonsense, of course, but it seems to be
cutting through a little.
Dick's opposite, the odious Ryan fellow,
seems to be getting a bit of a profile in the yellow press.
Odious fellow.
Sir Frank was telling me the PM has an interesting idea.
PHIL: Excellent.
FRANK: And whilst it's all perfectly well out there,
the PM is concerned that the public
is insufficiently engaged with the project.
He wonders if it's all a bit distant and technical
to keep the punters interested,
and he was wondering if the whole thing
could be humanized.
-Humanized? -FRANK: Mm.
Move away from the mushroom clouds
a step or two and find a face to promote.
Someone the public will like.
DICK: I told Sir Frank we may have just the fellow.
Good-looking chap.
War hero.
Ticks all the boxes, Phil.
Someone the public will trust.
Make the whole show feel reassuring.
Have him do tours, speeches.
Trust! Right.
Yes, I think it's a great idea, Sir Frank.
Well, I ought to be getting along.
-Nothing else, Phil? -PHIL: No, no.
It was just a rush of blood to the head.
I always like to be the bearer of glad tidings.
Sorry to barge in.
Thank you, Dick.
Sir Frank.
See you in Cabinet in the morning, Phil.
Indeed.
See you, then.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Shit! Fuck!
♪♪
[ Footsteps approach ]
♪♪
-Jonesy! -[ Groans ]
-You scared the shit out of me! -What's happened?
She got away.
[ Tense music plays ]
♪♪
[ Leo groans ]
♪♪
[ Woman screams ]
Who are you and what are you fuckin' doing here?!
[ Sighs ]
You're Australian?
I am.
And you're a soldier.
Am I in Maralinga?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Will you let me go, please?
-LEO: No. -[ Grunts ]
I'm British, damn it!
So, you're a Russian Brit or a Brit Russian.
Either way, we're gonna keep you under lock and key
-until we check out your story. -What story?
-The one you're about to tell me.
Get up.
-Jesus, Leo! -Disappear, Jonesy.
I'll handle this. You gonna talk?
I may, if I find someone worth talking to.
CRANKY: Leo!
I say, Leo!
[ Softly ] Oh, God!
-Sir! -CRANKY: Been looking for you.
They thought you might be here.
Oh, you seem to have company, Leo.
LEO: Uh, this -- this young lady
was going to observe the tests with us, sir.
But her jeep rolled, and she suffered head injuries.
-WOMAN: General Crankford? -Yes.
Eva Lloyd-George.
Lloyd-George? I say.
[ Sighs ]
My uncle is Gwilym Lloyd-George.
-The Home Secretary? -What?
-Gwily? -Yes, Gwily.
I believe he sent you a telegram to say
I was to be stationed here.
Gwily! Yes.
Yes, of course.
Totally slipped my mind.
We've met.
Once or twice when I was younger at my grandpapa's house.
He was the British Prime Minister
during the Great War, by the way.
Oh! Yes, of course.
Come here.
Are you alright?
I say, that's a nasty-looking crack on the noggin there.
Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you.
Oh, uh... This is, um, St. John --
St. John Moore, of the Foreign Office,
Miss Lloyd-George, it's an honor.
How do you do, Mr. Moore?
I should help Miss Lloyd-George
back to her room, sir.
I won't be a moment.
CRANKY: Of course. Of course.
But don't dawdle.
I need to steal you away, Leo,
because St. John and I have decided
that it's about time we met some Aborigines.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Aborigines, Leo.
Out there.
LEO: Now?
Yes, now, if you please.
I see.
Aborigines out there.
Sir, you -- you know there are --
there are no Aborigines in Maralinga.
It's the official line.
Strict government policy.
I was just telling him that.
Yes, well my wife thinks
the government's policy's a load of old rot.
I mean, it stands to reason, doesn't it?
We've seen them in other spots all 'round the place.
Some of them have to be here.
We employ that chap,
the Scotsman, to keep them out, don't we?
Sir, let's debate about this tomorrow, shall we?
I-It's night.
Even if -- if we knew they were here,
we wouldn't have a clue where.
-It's a beautiful moon. -ST. JOHN: It is, indeed.
Well, that settles it then.
EVA: I'll just get changed, shall I, General?
Um, no.
She needs bed rest.
It's doctor's orders, sir.
General, I'm fine.
Very well, off you pop then. Change away.
Quick sticks.
And call me Cranky.
[ Scoffs ]
Allons-y!
[ Chuckles ]
[ Insects chirping ]
-EVA: I told you I was British. -LEO: Yes, but I didn't realize
exactly how British you were at the time.
-Very, very British. -And the Russian?
My mother was very, very Russian.
So just 50% British, then.
But that 50% is doubly devoted.
So, what do you do, Doctor?
-Why are you here? -I'm a meteorologist.
But we already have one of those.
Dear Quentin, yes.
He was my tutor at Cambridge.
I have a new research project.
It's an enormous opportunity
to be able to describe conditions out here.
Tell me, Major.
We going to see any Aborigines tonight?
No. No chance whatsoever.
Ugh, shame.
You know, I looked in the Britannica,
and the wombat has more paragraphs
than the Aborigines.
As did the koala.
[ Groans ]
-EVA: Is that a fire?
-LEO: What? Where? -EVA: Stop, Baxter, please.
-Cranky. Cranky, wake up. -What? Who's there?
CRANKY: What's going on?
Where the bloody hell are we?
EVA: We're out looking for Aborigines, remember?
Really? When do we leave?
There's a fire over there beside us.
CRANKY: Who the blazes are you?
-Eva. -Huh?
Gwily's niece.
Oh, yes! the niece, of course.
There's a fire, you say?
Well, let's put it out, then.
ST. JOHN: I think what Dr. Lloyd-George is getting at
is that it may be an Aboriginal camp.
-CRANKY: Really? -EVA: Yes.
CRANKY: Well, tally-ho!
To the fire, with speed.
Of course, sir.
[ Jeep doors shut ]
I say...
My name is General Lord Harrington Crankford.
Doubtless you've heard of me.
It's delightful to meet you.
You may, of course, call me Cranky.
So...
tell me all about yourselves.
Uh, Leo, do they not speak English?
LEO: No, sir.
CRANKY: Well, you might have told me.
Look like a damn fool.
Sorry, sir.
Parlez-vous Francais?
-LEO: Nor French, sir. -CRANKY: Damn it, man!
CRANKY: No English? No French?
I'm sure they mean no offense, sir.
Why don't you give them a present?
Present?
We don't have any presents, do we?
May I?
It's Furlong & Enmore.
-It's lovely and soft. -Splendid.
Let's give it a try.
A gift?
Please.
Furlong & Enmore.
Saville Row. [ Chuckles ]
Sir, maybe we should be getting on.
So soon?
Yes, I expect.
Well, it's been jolly nice to have met you.
We'll, um... We'll drop by again, shall we?
My wife will be delighted.
Good show.
[ Tense music plays ]
♪♪
It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen or heard.
Really...
quite devastating.
I will grant you there are some things
you do exceedingly well.
[ Knocks on door ]
What? Who is it?
ST. JOHN: St. John Moore, sir.
Enter.
[ Door opens ]
ST. JOHN: Sir.
[ Door closes ]
Sorry to trouble you, sir.
What is it?
I feel extremely awkward
about this, sir,
but it's something I think you...
I may be wrong,
but there's something I think you need to know.
What?
Major Carmichael has...
was saying some rather disparaging things
about tonight's adventure with the Blacks, sir,
and about you.
Leo?
I find that very hard to believe.
ST. JOHN: I know it's not my place, sir.
Leo?
I just thought you should know, sir.
This is a highly-, highly-sensitive facility,
and you, as Commandant, must know whom you can trust.
I'm a great admirer of yours, sir.
The Boer, Kenya,
France, India.
You deserve respect, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Moore.
That will be all.
Thank you, sir.
[ Upbeat music plays ]
♪♪
[ Knocks on door ]
Just a second!
[ Music continues faintly ]
[ Door unlocks ]
MOLLY: Hello.
Good morning.
My name's Whicker. How are you?
Good. Okay. Thanks.
What can I do for you, Mr. Whicker?
WHICKER: May I come in?
Not until you tell me what I can do for you.
Oh, yes, of course. Terribly sorry.
How rude of me. My apologies.
I'm from the Australian Security and Intelligence Organization.
ASIO.
May I come in?
Mm, a very...
sweet little house.
MOLLY: Uh, how can I help you, Mr. Whicker?
Two days ago you, visited a top-secret
military installation at Maralinga,
presumably in your professional capacity.
[ Scoffs ] There's at least
six things wrong with that sentence.
[ Chuckles ]
I'm here to ask you a few questions.
But, more importantly...
I'm here to help you, Molly.
Listen, mate. You've got the wrong girl.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I see. [ Clears throat ]
Now you listen to me, you little whore.
We know what you've been up to.
We've been tapping Lachlan's phone.
We tap all the Ministers' phones.
Now I could so easily just kill you, you know?
But my super --
well, my super, he must be getting soft.
He said to me, he said...
"She's just a working girl.
She sounds smart.
Why don't you pay her a visit, Whicker,
and tell her to be discreet to the point of silence
about Lachlan and Maralinga
and to never go back there,
or we should be forced to put a very quick
and very final end to the matter.
Not just for her,
but for her little friends, as well."
Now do you understand my super's point, Molly?
Mm-hmm.
Yes. Yes. [ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
Good.
[ Tense music plays ]
[ Knocks on door ]
Hello.
Just leaving.
Good day.
♪♪
What the hell do you think you've been doing, huh?!
[ Whicker grunts ]
Leo! Leo!
Let go of me! Let go of me!
[ Blades sheathes, thud ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪♪
[ Breathing shakily ]
♪♪
-[ Screams ] -LEO: Aah!
Fuck!
[ Knife thuds ]
-[ Gasping ] -[ Groans ]
Are you okay?
Uh-huh. [ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
LEO: Who was he?
I think he said he was ASIO.
-What'd you do? -Nothing.
No, th-there's a dead ASIO agent on your floor.
We're not playing fucking games here!
I called Lachlan.
Jesus! Why would you do that?!
[ Voice breaking ] 'Cause I -- I -- I was pissed,
and I just told him that we would...
blow the gaffe on Maralinga
if we didn't get Carm back today.
I didn't think he'd be the type to do this.
He probably isn't.
ASIO was probably tapping his phone.
That's what he said. That's exactly what he said.
They were tapping his phone.
Mol, we can't fight these people.
-I'm calling the cops. -No, you're not,
because if you do, you'll be found dead in a cell
by sundown.
These are very serious fellas.
Okay?
So, here's what we do.
We both have to clean up. I'll call Lenny.
He'll know someone who can help with the body.
-Yeah, Lenny. -If you have to call anyone,
only use pay phones.
You and the other girls have to disappear,
starting today -- somewhere very remote.
Lenny can help with that, as well.
You have to be out of this house in an hour, tops.
Leo, I'm not leaving without Carm,
not without knowing that she's okay.
What?
LEO: You recognize this?
No.
Should I?
It's a big silver ring.
That's not Carmen's ring.
I'm sorry, Mol, but the news is bad.
What we think happened is,
somebody abducted her when she went to the latrine.
He took her a few miles away.
Probably raped her.
He probably... left her out there to die,
but she managed to walk back towards the camp.
By the time the test went off, she was just too close.
Listen, you can't afford to melt down right down.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but you have to clean up,
get your stuff together, and get out of here.
There's no time to mourn now.
[ Sobbing ]
I wanna help you, okay?
I have some money.
But, Molly, you need to be tough right now, okay?
[ Breathing shakily ]
I am.
Believe me, I am.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
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[ Dramatic music plays ]
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