LILY THOMAS: January the 8th, 1963.
Official statement of Mrs Flora Solomon
of 19 Spencer Square, Kensington.
Erm...
Before I-I begin, erm...
..I'd like to make it clear, I... I didn't go to MI5.
You came to me.
All because of a private conversation...
..or at least one that I was lead to believe was private...
with a friend.
And, as unlikely as it may sound,
I have known Kim Philby for a very long time...
..and, erm...
..I simply didn't put... two and two to...
I still can't quite believe that...
I very much regret that it has taken me all these years
to realise who he really is...
..and the despicable, hateful things he's done.
PAPER RUSTLES
I'm sorry, Nick.
I know you always considered Kim a close... I'm fine.
DOOR OPENS
Fine.
You should know, Mrs Solomon's statement to MI5
is the final piece of the puzzle that confirms everything
that Golitsyn told us when he defected in Helsinki last year.
I read his debrief file.
He only ever mentioned an unidentified Soviet agent.
I have a team standing by to go to Beirut first thing.
But what you're now telling me is that, in fact,
Golitsyn specifically identified Kim
as the traitor? PHONE RINGS
A team from MI5? That'll never fucking work.
CAR HORNS BEEP, PEOPLE CHATTER
Kim has to be handled by SIS, not MI5.
That would be madness. And by "SIS"...
I mean me. Utter bloody madness.
'I disagree, Sir Roger.'
Philby must, for the time being,
be viewed and treated as a potential asset.
He must be handled with care by an SIS man
for foreign intelligence purposes,
not arrested by MI5 for criminal prosecution.
Forgive me, but... ten years ago, when MI5 suspected Philby
of helping Burgess and Maclean escape to Moscow,
you, as I recall...
..were his staunchest ally.
So, I'll say it again -
sending you to Beirut would be a colossal mistake.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Hello, Kim.
I rather thought it would be you.
CAR HORNS BEEP
Bet you wish you were still in Beirut.
PHILBY RETCHES
E! Zakhodim v port. Dvadtsat' minut do stykovki.
In English, please.
Russia, huh? Russia!
HE PANTS
TYPEWRITERS CLICK AND PING
HE GRUNTS
We can send a man... into space, but...
Ah.
I wouldn't shut that all the way again if I were you.
Oh, right. Well, is there another room I can use...?
It's the damp. Expands the wood, see.
This is all there is, I'm afraid.
PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY
Don't forget, curtain's at eight.
ON TAPE: 'What theatre?'
'That'd be telling. Spoil the surprise.
'Nice try, though.'
Go. 'We'll get through this.
'I believe in you.'
Kiss me.
CHURCH BELLS TOLL
BELLS CHIME
THEY CHAT INDISTINCTLY
Uh-oh. Don't tell me - we lost. What?
The cricket, Tim, the cricket.
Actually, it was a draw. England were 223 for four.
Thanks to Barrington, who was 134, not out. Hm.
DOOR RATTLES
Oh, give it a good, hard...
Always forget about that. You think I'd know by now.
Mr Elliott.
It's been like that as long as I can remember. You must be Mrs Thomas...
How do you do? ..of MI5 fame.
Hardly.
Ah... What?
We need another chair. Hello?
How do you do? Hello.
Tim Milne.
My instructions are to debrief Mr Elliott alone. Ah.
Well, what you need to understand, Mrs Thomas,
is that Mr Elliott is one of SIS's most respected officers,
and C has asked me to sit in
and make sure that everything is, er...
..you know... Tickety-boo.
May I speak freely? In this building (?)
My orders are to debrief Mr Elliott alone
with no SIS involvement or assistance,
but should you need clarification, I'm to ask you to...
..call this number.
Before you go, is there someone here...
..who might be able to do something about that door?
There's a good fella.
Mr Elliott, I'd like to begin by saying how sorry I am.
I realise how painful this must be for you and everyone else here
at the Intelligence Service who counted Mr Philby as a friend...
..and trusted colleague...
..for such an awfully long time.
Is that Northumberland I hear?
You and Mr Philby were friends for, what, 25 years?
23.
Could you please explain to me how he was able to escape from Beirut?
Smart money's on a boat.
No, thank you.
Newcastle...
..the accent?
Mr Elliott...
..I completely understand why you might need a moment or two
to break the ice - believe me, I do.
Would you mind if we now consider it broken?
The word "escape"... would suggest that
Philby was in some sort of custody, which he was not.
But I do understand the drive of your question,
and the answer is this - I simply didn't think he'd run.
I was offering him complete immunity and secrecy,
with a nice little retirement in the country with his wife and children,
for a full confession of everything he ever did for the KGB.
I didn't for a moment think he'd choose Russia over that.
Durham. My accent.
Ah. Mr Elliott, you are aware that we have all the...
..34 hours of recordings of you and Philby in that flat?
ON TAPE: 'Hello, Kim.'
PHILBY: 'I rather thought it would be you.'
What did he mean by that, "I rather thought it would be you"?
I don't know. If you were to guess?
Well, that would be playing his game,
and I'd sooner not do that at this juncture. Game?
'Come on in.'
DOOR CLOSES
Can I offer you some tea?
You look a little peaky. How's your health?
Oh, it's... perfectly tolerable,
despite recent bouts of flu AND bronchitis.
Oh, nasty. Yes, they were both against me.
Ah, little did they know.
I must say, I'd rather hoped "tea"
was code for something a little stronger.
LIQUID POURING
Kim, I don't have time to postpone this and...
we've known each other forever, so...
if you don't mind, I'll get right to the point.
Oh, bloody hell.
Would you believe it? I've left my pipe at home.
Ah...
Ah, good man.
I came to tell you that your past has caught up with you.
Oh?
We found additional information about you
that puts everything in place.
And now... even I'm convinced, absolutely convinced...
..that you worked for the Soviet intelligence service...
..right up until the end of the war.
TAPE DECK CLICKS
Within the first few minutes of the tape,
you state loud and clear, as if for the record
and anybody else who might be listening,
that he stopped spying for the Soviets at the end of the war.
Yes. Did he?
So, that was a lie.
A nuance... A nuance.
..to protect the relationship with our American cousins
who, I assumed, had to be listening...
Not as far as I know. ..or would get hold of the tape.
Again, to my knowledge...
Because if they ever discovered that he had been active for the KGB
all the way up to now,
especially during his stint in Washington from '49 to '51...
They'd be out for blood. Not just HIS blood.
So, am I right in saying that you were letting him know
from the beginning you were willing to protect him from the Americans?
I'd... rather like to think of it as protecting the service...
And the country. ..whilst, at the same time...
..trying to offer him every incentive to tell the truth.
By the way, why wasn't he in some sort of custody?
Well, that's not how we...
I was trying to appeal to his better nature.
As an Englishman. And husband.
And father.
How did you and he first meet?
Not sure what that has to do with what happened in Beirut.
Oh, er, wh-what happened in Beirut...
..erm, is that the most dangerous Soviet penetration agent
this country's ever known legged it on your watch.
Odds are to the Soviet Union, who, just a few months ago,
aimed missiles at America from Cuba.
So we - you and I -
are gonna look into every single nook and cranny
of yours and Philby's friendship.
ANNOUNCEMENT OVER TANNOY
METAL DOOR SLIDES
How do you do, Comrade Philby?
Or I should say... Agent Stanley?
I'm Sergei.
May I...?
I'd like to begin with an apology. Is not necessary.
Even so...
You are sorry that your hand was forced in Beirut
and that you had to escape to Soviet Union.
Actually, what I'd like to apologise...
I say... apology is not necessary.
First... you are KGB hero for work as penetration agent
into British and American intelligence since '34.
'33.
Second... we keep you active too long.
In all honesty, I would've liked to have gone on forever.
And to never leave England.
To never underestimating the English again.
GLASS THUNKS ON TABLE
SIGHS
I first met him in 1940.
'At my club.
'My closest childhood chum had just been shot down and killed
'by the Luftwaffe.'
The first thing I noticed about Kim
was that he had this capacity to draw people in...
and sort of appeared, just in how he carried himself,
to know things no-one else knew...
LAUGHTER AND CHATTER
Thank you, sir.
'..exuding what I can only describe as this very British confidence
'that everything would be all right in the end.'
They were not in any...
EXPLOSION
That was, as it happens, the first night of the Blitz.
STAGGERED BREATHING
All right there, old bean?
Your hand.
GASPS
GLASS SMASHES
Ups-a-daisy! Arms, legs, all present and correct.
You couldn't scare us up a couple of pink gins, could you?
Are you a member, sir? What?
I'm sorry, sir, only members are allowed to...
Put it on my bill, Sam.
He didn't seem at all rattled by the near miss.
Which I have to say at the time was really rather reassuring.
Kim Philby.
Do you think Philby was playing you...
from the very first moment that you met?
No.
I don't know.
You didn't ask him that in Beirut?
That would've been the first thing I'd have asked him...
..if I hadn't killed him first.
So...
..why it was so easy for you to escape SIS in Beirut?
I wouldn't exactly call it "easy".
'Mr Philby?'
Mr Philby? Sir?
Breakfast.
From... a friend.
After I received the warning in Beirut from Moscow Centre,
I first had to see if there was a way to weather the storm.
'After all, ten years ago, I managed to survive a full-force hurricane...
'..brought on by Donald Maclean and Guy fucking Burgess.'
PHONE RINGS
Philby.
Oh, hello, Peter.
No, no, no, wide awake.
The next morning, Peter Lunne, our Beirut station chief,
he rang to invite me to tea that afternoon at his secretary's flat,
which, as I'm sure you know, is code for one of the safe houses.
KNOCK ON DOOR
But when Nicholas Elliott opened the door,
I'll admit, I was caught more than a little off-guard.
I rather thought it would be you.
Come on in.
He looked like he wanted to kill me.
And four days later, you confess?
That's not exactly how I'd put it, no.
A typed, signed confession, no?
After four days of denying everything...
and getting nowhere, I felt my time was running out.
I needed to give him something to get him to drop his guard.
So, yes, I signed, which you would know, if you'd actually seen it,
what amounted to a few pages of chicken feed.
No more.
To give myself an opening, a chance to make a move
before this whole... bloody nightmare got any worse.
Why did they send Elliott to Beirut?
Knowing him, he talked them into it.
SONG: 'Colours Out Of Grey'
CHATTER
PHONE RINGING
CLEARS HIS THROAT MAN: 'Hello?'
Speak.
'Elliott met a Russian in a cemetery.
'Handed him a newspaper.
'Now I'm watching that same Russian sitting in a coffee shop.'
'Well, stay on him.
'And do not fucking lose him.'
How long were you and Nicholas Elliott friends?
Since 1940.
When you were both already in SIS?
Different sections.
I ran operations in the Iberian Peninsular,
he covered Holland.
Friends... for over 20 years.
Not easy.
Requires a certain attention to detail, I suppose.
Hard to believe he never suspected.
You must understand...
A friendship within the British ruling class...
it's built on an ingrained belief that victory over one's enemy
is preordained, God given.
When you think about it, it's really remarkable,
the... the level of sentimentality and arrogance that it must take
in order to be so wilfully blind
to the possibility that one of your own might see things differently.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Tony's the only one who knows the words!
Happy new year, darling.
Happy new year. Happy new year, old socks.
To peace, at last. To us.
And to getting away with it. KIM CHUCKLES
Why did you let him go?
I didn't. He ran.
At night.
He waited until after dark. That's all it took?
Do you not think that in hindsight,
perhaps MI5 should've gone to Beirut, not you?
Kim gave me an eight-page, signed confession,
that he never would've given anyone from MI5.
Ooh, right, yeah. Sorry, you mean this?
Yeah.
Er... Yeah.
Isn't this what you SIS chaps call, er... "chicken feed"?
Or is there something you're not telling me?
When I... grasped the scope of his betrayal...
..I realised that our friendship had led, over the years, to...
..the deaths of hundreds...
..possibly thousands of people at the hands of the Soviets.
Try to imagine for a moment, if you will...
..how that might feel, and...
..give me one good reason why I'd deliberately let him go.
I can give you several. Firstly, you were friends for years.
Second, there's his wife and children, not to mention SIS,
all of whom I'm sure you wanted to protect from a public scandal.
So I have to ask if the two of you came to some sort of quid pro quo
out there in Beirut?
I'm sorry, I need...
DOOR RATTLES Fucking thing!
It's all right. I can manage.
HEAVY BREATHING
METAL CLANGS
HE PANTS
SIGHS WITH RELIEF
# There's one pet I like to pet
# And every evening, we get set
# I stroke it every chance I get
# It's my girl's pussy... #
SHE GIGGLES # Seldom plays and never purrs
# And I love the thoughts it stirs
# But I don't mind Because it's hers... #
Elizabeth Holberton, one of my gals on the Iberia desk.
She's fluent in French, Spanish, German, Italian...
110 words a minute.
Don't pretend you weren't ogling.
SHOUTS: Elizabeth? Over here!
# In giving thrills, never mean! #
What are you doing? Deep breath, old bean.
I'm pretty sure she doesn't bite.
Elizabeth, may I introduce to you my dearest and most eligible friend,
Nicholas Elliott.
GLASS SMASHES
Nick! MAN: All right, old chap?
'Are you all right? Nick!
'Somebody get a bloody doctor!'
SIGHS
In 1951...
..you helped Comrades Burgess and Maclean escape from the West
to the Soviet Union.
In a manner of speaking.
At great... personal risk.
When I found out the codebreakers were onto Maclean,
there was no indication Burgess was also blown.
Maclean had no choice.
He was blown. He had to run - no question about it.
Burgess, on the other hand, he was safe.
But he panicked and decided to run anyway.
And because he'd just been my house guest in America,
drying out for a couple of months...
The British suspected you were also a... traitor?
You don't like that word.
GRAND THEME MUSIC
REPORTER: Mr Harold Philby, on the right,
holds a press conference to deny charges that he was involved
in the disappearance of Burgess and Maclean.
The 43-year-old former Foreign Office diplomat
has challenged his accuser, an MP,
to repeat the charges outside the Commons.
Mr Philby. Mr MacMillan, the Foreign Secretary,
said there was no evidence that you were the so-called "Third Man"
who allegedly tipped off Burgess and Maclean.
Are you satisfied with that clearance that he gave you?
Yes, I am.
Well, if there WAS a third man, were you, in fact, the third man?
No, I was not. Do you think there was one?
No comment.
Mr Philby, the disappearance of Burgess and Maclean
is almost as much of a mystery today as it was when they went away -
about four years ago or more.
Can you shed any light on it at all?
No, I can't.
In the first place, I'm debarred by the Official Secrets Act
from saying anything that might disclose...
WOMAN TRANSLATES IN RUSSIAN ON TAPE
..information derived from my position
as a former government official.
In the second place, the Burgess-Maclean affair
has raised issues of great delicacy
in the sphere of international affairs.
And the Foreign Secretary has said that in the past,
you had communist associations.
Is that why you were asked to resign?
I was asked to resign because of an imprudent association.
That was your association with Burgess. Correct.
What about these alleged communist associations?
Can you say anything about them?
The last time I spoke to a communist,
knowing him to be a communist, was sometime in 1934.
That rather implies that you've also spoken to communists unknowingly
and you now know about it.
Well, I spoke to Burgess last in April or May of 1951.
Would you still regard Burgess, who...
lived with you for a while in Washington,
would you still regard him as a friend of yours?
How do you feel about him now?
I consider his action deplorable.
On the subject of friendship,
I prefer to say as little as possible,
because it's very complicated.
A virtuoso performance.
Good God.
Are you suggesting what I think you are?
What really happened in Beirut between you and Nicholas Elliott?
You are. You're calling me a liar.
Who will go down in history.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Eternal Father...
whose son Jesus Christ was sent to the throne of Heaven...
that he might rule over all things
as Lord and King...
..keep the church in the unity of the spirit
and in the bond of peace...
and bring the whole created order to worship at his feet,
who is alive and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit.
One God, now and forever.
Amen. CONGREGATION: Amen.
And now will you join me in the Lord's Prayer?
CONGREGATION: Our Father Which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in heaven...
KNOCK ON DOOR
Thought you might like a cuppa. Thank you.
DOOR CLOSES
Mm, just a drop.
WHISPERS: Sorry. Thank you.
I'm diabetic.
Sometimes, I forget to take my medicine -
don't tell my wife - and gets the better of me.
We were talking about... I know what we were talking about.
Squashed fly?
Thank you.
DISTANT CHURCH BELLS
There was no quid pro quo.
No final act of friendship.
No.
SHE HUMS
What made you go into intelligence?
We were on the brink of war, and I wanted to do my bit...
without doing all that marching and square-bashing,
if at all... possible.
I won't have time to get to the shops today...
..and my husband always forgets.
SHE GRUNTS
When I was seven, my parents sent me off to boarding school.
A brutal place that reeked of floor polish and custard.
Sometimes, at night, when everyone was asleep,
I'd climb out on the roofs,
where I'd imagine that I was the Count of Monte Cristo...
..and plot my enemies' downfall by means of surveillance,
disinformation, sabotage.
Why did Philby spy for the Russians?
Espionage can at times be... intoxicating.
'But where the thrill of fooling your enemy
'might be enough for most of us,
'it is not, it appears, sufficient for Kim.'
Double-crossing your friends, lying to your fellow spies...
..must have been...
JOVIAL CHATTER
GLASS CLINKS
APPLAUSE
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Ah, Elliott, oh, hold on.
EXAGGERATED BRITISH ACCENT: Oh, Elliott, oh, just the fellow.
Please, have a seat. I would like a frank word with you.
Certainly, sir.
Does your wife know what you do? Yes.
Er, how did that come about?
Well, she was my secretary for two years,
and I think the penny must have dropped.
Yes, quite so, quite, quite. And what about your mother?
She thinks I work for something called SIS,
which she believes stands for Secret Intelligence Service.
Good God! How did she come to know that?
A war cabinet... A member... LAUGHTER
A war cabinet fell on her at a cocktail party.
Oh, goodness! That must've caused all sorts of damage.
A member of the war cabinet told her at a cocktail party.
LAUGHTER
It's true. It's actually true.
But he IS a communist? Oh. Chicken, egg...
Please.
That does not look like enemies to me.
The reason, by the way, I don't like the word "traitor"
is because I'm not a fucking traitor.
I've been loyal to Marxism and to the Soviet Union
my entire adult life.
What were you talking about here? I don't know.
All I remember is it was getting rather stuffy in that flat.
It was seven days ago.
We were drinking every day, and Nicholas is nothing if not witty.
Witty?
He obviously knew the KGB were watching
and wanted to plant exactly these seeds of doubt in your mind.
And there?
I don't remember.
You know what it looks like to me?
I think you say... "partners in crime".
For God's sake, man, I have not been turned by British intelligence.
I had to run, otherwise, they would've killed me.
I had no other option.
Do you seriously think I wanted to come here?
I'm sorry.
Slip of the tongue.
BRIEFCASE CLASPS CLICK
I don't believe you've ever had a slip of the tongue, comrade.
DOOR CLANGS SHUT
By "quid pro quo", what I mean is... I'm familiar with the term.
..maybe you let him go in exchange for something?
Some important piece of information...
that might resurrect your career?
Wouldn't that be nice? Or, God forbid, protect England.
I didn't let him go.
On the last day, you both go out onto the balcony.
For four consecutive days, you meet in that flat
for roughly eight hours a day.
Only once do you go out onto the balcony,
for a sum total of about three minutes.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Who is it?
TED: 'Come to look at the door for you, miss.'
Oh, right. Erm...
Yeah, hold on a minute, please.
I wanted Kim's Russian friends, if they were out there,
to see him and me together.
Hm.
Were you aware that the bug in the flat
couldn't hear you out on the balcony?
Can't say I gave it much thought. In other words, you didn't care.
What I... cared about was getting Kim to tell the truth.
DOOR CLANKS Hold on, Ted!
Am I under arrest? No.
Good.
Cos my wife's arranged tickets for the theatre tonight.
Oh...
What are you gonna see? She's surprising me.
Apparently, I need cheering up.
MAN: Kensington Palace Gardens, please. Russian Embassy.
'Your typical SIS man, as we all know,
'concurrent with his upbringing,
'considers himself to be part of a secret, elite club,
'which, by design, has no rules.
'Because rules... by design, are strictly for commoners...
'like us here at MI5.'
In many ways, SIS's real enemy is a change to the status quo
that might, erm... threaten the existence of their club.
So for them, Philby's worst crime
is that he broke their one unwritten rule,
which is that no member should ever do anything
that might expose them all to the scrutiny of the peasants...
Or, God forbid, a woman.
So I wonder if Mr Elliott insisted he be the one to go to Beirut
so that he and Philby could find or...
Thank you.
..create some sort of last-minute save.
DOOR CLOSES
For example...
..what if he went out there to initiate...
an operation to run Philby back at the KGB?
Bloody hell, you actually mean that.
For our old friend.
I'm sorry, I just don't believe... That SIS are that devious?
If they were running Philby back into the USSR, they'd have told us.
Well, that's sweet, Arthur. Quite unlike you.
Or at the very least,
one would think they'd have asked us to back off.
Leave Elliott alone.
What if he didn't even tell SIS what he was up to?
Taxi's here.
You look stunning.
You lost him? How?
He's a pro, for sure.
He gave me the slip in the church. Switched hat and coat.
Now he's in the fucking wind. Long gone.
Which means he almost certainly is not.
CHILDREN CHATTER
Hello?
ON TAPE: 'Were you aware that the bug in the flat
'couldn't hear you out on the balcony?'
'Can't say I gave it too much thought.'
'In other words, you didn't care.' 'What I...'
Oh! '..cared about...'
How long have you been there? No. Don't let me interrupt you.
Don't be daft. Come here.
Mm. Uh-uh - more, please.
Yeah, boy. That... was what I needed.
Look at you!
What's the time? I totally lost track.
I'm so sorry, you must be starving.
Do you wanna light a fire and I'll rustle us up some supper?
Do you want a beer, love? BOTTLES CLINK
VIOLIN TUNING UP
Thanks, John.
Here we are.
'He's at some Russian port on the Black Sea.'
How was work?
Flu season, you know?
And with all the long waits these days,
which can be up to ten times as long for my patients,
it's all I can do to stop them from catching pneumonia, you know?
I believe in you, love.
Hm!
This is delicious. Very tasty.
Stew left over from the other day.
VIOLIN: 'Are You Lonesome Tonight?'
BAND JOINS IN
LAUGHTER
# Are you lonesome tonight?
# Do you miss me tonight?
# Oh! Are you sorry
# We... We drifted apart? #
What you doing? Well, I-I'm singing, aren't I?
# Are you... #
INHALES SHARPLY
LAUGHTER MAN: Boom!
Give 'em an "ooh", Sid.
Ooh! LAUGHTER
Didn't wanna part with that, did you?
I'll give you a two-in, here we go. A one... two...
A boom. Ooh! Ya-ta-ta-tah.
# Are you lonesome tonight? # A boom. Ooh! Ya-ta-ta-tah.
# Do you miss me tonight? # A boom. Ooh! Ya-ta-ta-tah.
# Are you sorry we drifted... # Just... Just... No, stop!
Boom!
A boom...
A boom. Just a little.
I'm ya-ta-ta-tah-ing, you see.
Oh, of course. No, you shouldn't be.
No, I should be singing Are You Lonesome Tonight?
Cos you've got the sideboards. You're the star.
I go right down to here.
There's something gone wrong with the star.
Oh, I know!
Sid - you start us off. Give us the one-two, will you?
Then you'll be all right. A one, two...
A boom. Ooh. Ya-ta-ta-tah!
# Are you lonesome tonight? A boom. Ooh. Ya-ta-ta-tah!
# Do you miss me tonight? A boom. Ooh. Ya-ta-ta-tah!
# Are you sorry we drifted apart? # A boom. Ooh. Ya-ta-ta-tah!
A boom. Ooh. Ya-ta-ta-tah!
PHILBY, SOMBRE: # Does your memory stray
# To a bright, sunny day
# When I kissed you
# And called you sweetheart?
# Do the chairs in your parlour
# Seem empty and bare?
# Do you gaze at your doorstep
# And picture me there?
# Is your heart filled with pain?
# Shall I come back again?
# Tell me, dear
# Are you lonesome tonight? #
SILENCE
I interviewed this man today...
It's OK, my love. I know you're not allowed to talk about your work.
..who's just found out that his best friend of over 20 years...
..has been betraying him all along.
How long?
23 years.
And he only just found out?
You were spot on. CIA.
Angleton? James Jesus in the flesh.
Let's keep that under our hats for now.
Are you trying to get me killed?
Now, there's a thought.
You don't really mean that.
Give me one good reason why not, Kim.
And it better be a fucking good one.
You know, Nick...
..we're all wondering what happened in Beirut.
And I for one find it hard to believe you came back empty-handed.
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