The military are in central Alexandria. Are we going to war?
Egyptian forces are swarming the Canal!
And what is the truth, Mr Hafiz?
If you come onto our programme,
perhaps you'd have the chance to tell the country.
If I'm interviewed by a gentleman.
One young woman in particular
has caught the eye of a certain leading man,
actor Adam Le Ray.
So without further ado I ask you to raise your glasses to my beautiful fiance.
They will kill me
'if they know I'm talking to you.'
This is Mr...?
Kish. Thomas Kish.
This is for Bel...
not for you.
You're still an arse.
Don't be frightened.
Gravity.
You have a natural gravity.
Who sent you? Did they send you?
Come out quietly, you are surrounded.
Hey, Johnny!
You didn't think I'd give up that easily, did you?
Oh, please, no!
He's going to jump!
Don't shoot! Please don't shoot!
Argh!
He's gone.
The man who knew,
he's gone.
Smoke around these lights again and you won't be back next week.
Three o'clock.
And how are you enjoying playing the part, Mr Le Ray?
Well, it's very exciting. Terrific.
One does one's best with the script.
You're staring.
He was surprisingly good.
For a man in mourning.
Great show, Ron. Bloody actors.
Ron.
She's coming over. Hector's awful.
He says you've declined, but I refuse to believe it.
Tell me you will come this weekend?
She's very persistent. I did try.
Wasn't my husband simply brilliant last night?
You dropped that second question. Talk to Lix. I did.
So, what did you think of our Man Who Knew?
Wasn't it ridiculous?
I knew who'd done it five minutes in, didn't I, Hector? I said. Yes.
Don't tell Adam. He's one of my brother's bestest friends
and he's had a terrible time.
It's all tres, tres tragique.
Tell me more. I'm going to grab that.
Oh, here comes our shadow again.
And even when we are not working, you are always near.
We just cannot shake you, Mr McCain.
Remaining vigilant.
Miss Rowley's worried you have no life outside of work.
None as captivating as Miss Rowley and The Hour.
Damn fine programme last night,
I must say.
Transatlantic telephone cable systems have never seemed so interesting.
No, I thought the live call was a stroke of genius.
Thank you. It was Miss Rowley's idea.
Wallace, there you are. Do excuse me.
Wallace, I hear you're shooting this weekend.
Wave and smile.
I hate that man.
On the contrary, it's a mark of how well you are doing
that you've rattled McCain's cage.
Please come this weekend.
The people are awful
and you'll be screaming to go home by Sunday, but...
Darling, this man is brilliant.
You didn't tell me they were all so interesting.
Did you know a python could swallow a baby whole if it had a mind to?
No.
Well, she won't be persuaded.
A Town Like Alice is opening at The Coronet. We could go next weekend.
I'm driving down with Daddy tonight,
but Hector's bringing the car first thing.
I know he'd like the company.
And you must come, too, Mr Lyon. I must.
You might find it quicker on the train.
Surely not.
Come on, darling.
You hate the country. I lied.
Excuse me.
Mr Kish?
We've missed you.
You're surprisingly elusive.
And yet you are here tonight.
Yes.
Everyone says how hard you work at the World Service, yet whenever
I try to get hold of you you're never at your desk.
I hope they pay you overtime, whoever they are.
Were you following me yesterday?
Coming out of Embankment station?
Why would I do that?
You knew Ruth Elms.
I have you on film with her
with her and Peter Darrall.
It looks like it was a sunny day.
You sat at my desk with her obituary stuck on the wall.
You said, "What a pretty girl".
She was.
Both are now dead.
That might unsettle some people.
Did you kill him?
Peter Darrall?
Yes.
Every time we played at cards.
The holiday I presume you are referring to was more of a weekend.
I don't recall anyone making a film.
Perhaps, Mr Lyon, we might have a drink sometime.
Steady. Steady!
Ladies was blocked.
Is he good looking, do you think?
Do you classify that as a good-looking face?
It's all to do with symmetry.
The balance of the left and right of your face.
The more even you are, the more beautiful you are.
You see this eyebrow?
It's wider than me other one.
And my nose, I've got a dip right here.
But a good looking person, it would all be the same. Equal.
Hmmm.
He doesn't really do much for me, but...
Isaac! Just the man.
Tomorrow, I want you in.
It's Saturday.
Your commitment has been duly noted,
Mr Albert has had a film of mine for weeks, I gave it to him
to look over. Pick it up first thing. Don't let it out of your sight.
Magpie! Damn.
Six to your two.
What are you scribbling, Freddie?
I'm surprised we can lure you away from your desk.
"What is he writing?" I often ask myself.
Mainly the words that will come out of your mouth.
Whenever Sissy thrusts those hot little sheets of paper into my hand, I wonder if at last I'll find out
why Mr Lyon is so intrigued by a debutante's suicide.
My first girlfriend was a debutante.
I wrote her pages of God-awful poetry to her during the war.
Line?
Happily forgotten.
I don't think I've ever been sent love poetry.
Yes, you have.
I do not know what it is about you
That closes and opens
Only something in the...
No, can't remember the rest.
'British and French governments are in close discussion
'in an attempt to resolve the crisis in Egypt. The Suez Canal Company has constructed...
'But the power remains in Colonel Nasser's hands
'and there is growing unease as to which direction he will take.'
You're late. Daddy's furious.
Leave the bags.
Jemima!
Darling!
Ooh, you're freezing! You're all freezing.
You've missed the morning's drive.
Sorry, darling.
Come, come.
The pictures, I know. Daddy thinks they're awfully creepy, but they're all Mummy's relatives.
Thieves and liars every one of them.
Each room is a different decor.
Not entirely to modern taste,
but poor Mummy has very little imagination.
Miss Rowley, this is you,
and you're in the green one.
I wasn't sure if you were together, but Hector thought not.
Even so, I've put you close. We're tres liberal here.
Er, thank you, but there was really no need.
One never can tell how things will work out.
Bugger!
How the hell did Hector get out of it?
He hasn't. I've sent him off to change.
Ralphie, meet our guests. This is my brother.
He's a monster. Hello.
Nice to meet you. Hello.
I've been sent back. Wrong socks.
Did you tell Mother Adam was coming down?
Ralphie, don't be boring.
She's invited those appalling Roedean girls again.
Good! We're a little short of girls. You did bring a dress?
Mummy!
Ralphie, don't be mean. She's lying down. Lunch is at one,
then we always have a big walk afterwards.
C'est magnifique!
Shut up and go and change, please.
Swot!
It's Saturday. Leave immediately.
Mr Lyon wanted me in.
Curiouser and curiouser.
And I had some work to do on my Jackson Pollock piece.
Hmm...
Mr Kish. Almost a full house. No-one told me to expect you in.
Didn't they?
I rather enjoy the place to myself at the weekend.
I've got the most horrible wallpaper. What's yours like? Remind me to lock that.
And your bed's softer than mine.
What are we doing here?
I don't know.
I've missed a gripping Saturday of Scrabble with mon papa...
Then sardines on toast for afters in front of the TV. What's your excuse?
Oh, Christ!
I won't actually have to hold a gun, will I?
Settling in?
Oh, yes, very well, thank you.
You'll need boots. It gets pretty muddy this time of the year. Thank you.
Well, see you later, at lunch.
Oh, what?
He's being kind.
The Man Who Knew...
shoots for real.
And I didn't even bring a dress.
You can have mine.
Oh, hell!
I'm surprised hell can spare him.
It was shot on 8mm.
Mr Albert said it was professionally developed, but he doesn't think over here.
The scratches on the lens could be sand.
And the pot looks eastern.
What else?
I don't know. I've left the rest of the notes on your desk.
Then go and get them.
I can't. He's sitting at it.
Who?
Mr Kish.
He's in? What's he doing?
Eating a sandwich.
If it's of any interest, I think he's been drinking.
It takes one to know one, sweetheart.
What do I do?
Just watch him, and don't let that film out of your sight.
Away! Away!
May I?
Yes, please.
We saw your show last night.
You do that news programme.
The odd outside broadcast.
Did you like it, The Man Who Knew?
Ingenious title.
We're still waiting on the reviews. You haven't got today's paper?
No. Have we met before?
I covered your engagement party. Frederick Lyon.
Adam Le Ray.
My condolences on your loss.
Ralph, whose idea was it to sit me next to a journalist?
Marnie arranged the seating.
We're all friends here.
You've known each another a long time.
No, not long.
It was all a bit of a whirlwind.
Still...
Leave the boy alone, Mr Lyon.
It's the weekend. And he's an awfully good shot.
You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him.
Gold reserves have taken a tumble. Down ã800,000 since July.
Does Eden know what he's going to do about it?
Let's solve this problem in Egypt, shall we, Wallace?
Then I will talk to you about gold.
When are you going to solve it?
The Soviets have just sent in "volunteers"
to help Nasser run the Canal.
That's very worrying, darling. Please do not worry yourself, dear Mrs Sherman.
I can assure you there is a solution in hand and our Prime Minister
will guide us through this crisis.
You and your boys at Westminster have been feeding us that line for weeks.
It's grown a little tired.
We've offered Nasser Egyptian representation
on the Suez Canal Company board with a share in its profits.
And any pact is seen by Nasser as veiled colonialism.
The truth is you don't know what to do. He's doing too little to provoke a war,
but just enough to provoke our Prime Minister.
And why you think it is a good idea to let him on air
exposing his frailty is...
I'm sure Angus
would dutifully pass on your good thoughts to the Prime Minister.
Well, someone ought to, otherwise he may not take the country with him.
Marilyn Monroe has been sick with gastritis.
They've delayed the shooting of The Sleeping Prince for four days.
Olivier is apparently livid.
I'd have gastritis if I was married to that Mr Miller.
And his plays! Hector and I went to see one last week. What was it called again?
It escapes me now.
Oh, damn!
Bad luck!
Yes, wrong weight. I prefer something lighter.
Stop fussing, Angus.
You're a little liverish today.
I've never understood the point of shooting.
That's cos you live in London.
The only thing they shoot in London is films or each other.
It grows on you.
Especially if you manage to...
When you actually hit something.
Did you get a chance to talk to him?
I thought you'd be interested.
I'm not an idiot.
I know you think you're on to something with Ruth Elms. I am.
Well, you won't have much luck with Adam.
It's obvious as hell he wasn't in love with her.
Well, then he's a fool.
Girls like Ruth Elms are a rare breed.
You don't get it, do you?
You'll see.
He comes alive after dinner.
Marnie's got us all dancing in the dining room.
You shoot, we jive. How many did you miss?
As many as I could. I don't like shooting things.
How do you think they killed that beef you had for lunch?
With boredom.
Are you going to help me pluck them?
No, sorry.
I have to jive.
Isaac, you've been slurping that coffee for nearly an hour.
Surely, it's gone cold by now?
Mr Fendley.
Working the weekend? Very good.
Mr Lyon wanted me to cover a couple of things.
Oh? And what might those be?
What's he paying you?
A pint and a bag of chips.
You've been had.
He's not sure about Mr Kish.
Then he's just one on Mr Lyon's very long list.
You are the definition of enigma, Mr Lyon.
You clean a gun as if you've done it before.
Your father?
A poacher, I bet.
Tell me your secret, do.
Did you put pressure on Clarence to drop my interview with Lord Elms?
It was you, wasn't it?
The buck stops with your producer, I'd say.
You will encourage Miss Rowley and her team to work WITH us, Hector?
That's a little presumptuous, isn't it? What do you mean, "will"?
It is to be advised.
Things in Suez will only get worse
and the BBC may find itself
coming under increasing pressure in the coming weeks if they don't.
You are a guest in my family's house, Angus.
Don't outstay your welcome.
Angus?
Got a light?
The Lord Elms film didn't blow.
Did it?
I'm starving, so you'll have to wait until after dinner if you want a fight.
I couldn't run them both.
I couldn't risk Hafiz and Lord Elm speaking out of turn.
It's censorship.
It is political sabotage...
Hafiz was the better story. You would have done the same thing. No.
Yes.
But I can't even get near him now.
He refuses even to take my calls.
Can you let it go just for one weekend?
Gist.
Bright, tree,
rest,
tribe, tone.
Stone, rover.
How the hell do you bloody decode it?
I don't know because I'm not a spy.
Well, it can't be that difficult.
Are you all right?
Bloody dog hair.
What's he doing now?
Translating Nasser's rejection of Menzies' proposals.
Clarence is in, talking to Lix.
'Have you told him anything?'
No.
Er, yes, not much.
Not good, Mr Wengrow.
Not good. Please, will you not just...
Oh, I've seen it all before.
Not on me.
Who are you talking to? Isaac. Ask what he's working on? Pollock.
He's getting up. To do what?
To put his wrapper in the bin.
Isaac, anything else in?
A Swedish ship scuttled in King George Dock, Hull.
Mine's squished over everything in my bag.
Apparently, it's on fire.
'Tell him that Pollock'
only runs if he can get an interview.
He died four weeks ago. It's all right, Isaac.
Oh.
I was worried you might not have towels.
I forgot toothpaste.
Careful not to get any on your silk.
Is it, silk?
One can't tell any more,
what with all the marvellous new cheap synthetics.
Damn, he's leaving. Follow him.
'How the hell does Lix know what you're doing as well?'
Obvious, darling. He's hardly Poirot.
'Don't let him follow him with the film.'
Tell him to lock it in my desk drawer.
'Lix, do you hear?'
God! Marnie just saw me coming out of you bathroom.
And?
I think Marnie's fun.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you the truth about the Lord Elms film.
Yes.
Just because you're one of them,
don't act like them.
I won't.
I promise.
What if I've got it wrong?
What if there's nothing in this bloody crossword and I'm bored and...
Avoiding a grown-up life?
You?
You're right.
A momentary lapse.
They're very even.
Your ears.
Dinner.
Darling?
I knew it. What?
Miss Rowley and Mr Lyon.
I've just seen her coming out of his bathroom.
Really?
Didn't I say?
What's wrong?
Don't put me near McCain at dinner.
What?
Nothing.
Freddie...
You can't possibly wear that jacket.
And those shoes.
It's a little long in the leg but you should make up for it
with the shoes
The jacket would be...
Here's one of my old ones.
I was a little trimmer then.
I mean, no-one gives a monkey's what you wear. It's bloody ridiculous.
We're just sitting down to eat.
No-one's getting married or buried or anything but we just do it.
We just obey these ridiculous rules, because Christ help us if we don't.
It's only a suit.
You need cufflinks.
Here. Thank you.
She's a wonderful woman...
Bel.
Yes.
Well, don't be late. There's never enough soup.
'And now for news from abroad. Talks between the Five Nations Suez Committee and Colonel Nasser
'failed dramatically last night
'when the Egyptian President rejected the proposals put to him
'by Australian Prime Minister Robert Menzies.
'On flying back to London...'
Looks likes he's turned down your proposal.
May I use your telephone?
Of course. In the hall.
'Australia will have nothing to do...'
The only reason they sent Menzies is because America won't help. And now look. Complete farce.
If Eisenhower wasn't running for re-election the Americans
would have stood by us more instead of hiding behind the United Nations and opening the door to Russia.
Perhaps the President knows something we don't.
Like how to win an election.
That was a very good point you made earlier, though.
Can you inform the Prime Minister I'm trying to get hold of him?
This country's become far too entrenched in what it thinks it's entitled to.
Perhaps it needs the likes of you and I to shake things up a bit.
I'm off.
All quiet? Israel is becoming increasingly jumpy.
They don't like the Soviets in their back yard.
They'll be in Suez before us at this rate.
I saw.
Does Edith ever see you?
I pity that poor woman, Clarence, I really do.
And who should I pity, Lix?
No-one. That's the way I like it.
Has Mr Kish gone? No, not yet.
World Service speak very highly of him.
Well, his Arabic's brilliant.
Though I haven't found a single programme he's worked on
in the eight years he's been at the BBC.
Night-night.
Mr Kish.
Still here?
I'm just making final amendments
to Nasser's rejection of Menzies' proposals.
Lix wanted it all down.
What we have ever to do with ease, we must first do with diligence.
So beautiful on the page.
There are 28 basic letters.
It's the style that varies the form.
It's remarkable.
I think so. Yes.
Kish? Hungarian?
Russian. On my father's side.
Don't work too late.
I'll be off then.
Good night, Mr Wengrow.
Night.
You don't dance, Angus? No.
Don't dance. Can't shoot.
What are you doing here?
Eden's called an emergency meeting. I may have to leave early.
Well, we'll try not to miss you too much.
They're insisting everyone attends.
They again?
The mysterious they.
THEY don't want you to know who THEY are, do they, Angus?
Have you read it? Middle section.
Adam Le Ray has all the charisma and threat of a carpetbagger.
One can forgive Mr Le Ray most things
but a basic lack of talent
is suspect in a man so devoid of anything else.
Well, I just did what you said.
And now the papers crucify me.
You need to go to bed. Hector, take him up.
Yes, I think sleep would do him good.
You said marry her and everything would be all right.
Now she's dead! Get him out.
Freddie, could you?
I'm all right. I remember you now.
Get him out!
I DID WHAT YOU SAID!
I'm going to be sick.
What was he talking about?
God knows.
What do you mean?
Slap him. Really?
Ow!
Ow! Bastard!
What the hell did you mean? You did what he said? Who?
Was it McCain?
What did McCain tell you to do?
Marry her. Marry her.
Ruth?
Shh, shh!
Well, you didn't think it was for love, did you?
A girl in trouble and me.
What?!
If I married her then no-one would know what I am.
You should have bloody cared.
You should have bloody loved her!
Let him sleep it off.
Is he all right?
Why do you let him get drunk like that? Every time, Ralph!
We were just having a bit of fun.
Oh, yes, of course. Always fun. No. Leave him.
Did you hear what he said?
These silent deals are struck all the time, Freddie. No.
Then consider yourself fortunate.
One learns to recognise it.
A slow deadening in the eyes.
An acceptance of defeat.
I lived with the Elms family.
During the war.
On and off.
My mother, she worked as a secretary for Lord Elms
before she met my father.
They took me in during the Blitz.
The odd summer. Christmas.
I hated shooting then.
I don't understand this world.
I've never understood it.
How any of you live.
There lies the rub.
Have you seen them?
Who? Any of them.
67, 68, 69...
Sardines.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry.
Why do grown-ups insist on playing party games?
Didn't we do enough of that as children?
I never had parties as a child.
Everyone had birthday parties. Not me.
Well, not until I met Marnie. Oh, you're in it for the cake.
97!
98...
99...
Coming!
Not here!
Shh!
Sardines!
Bel?
Precautionary measure.
Revert...
to Brightstone.
"Better rovers tonight."
"Sherbet, invert, grotto."
"Brighteners veto tort."
It's a fair point, but... it just jumps out at you.
Mm. Like "observe trotenite".
Why would you marry someone you didn't love?
Are you asking?
Because you were lonely.
Because you had to.
Because you were in trouble. Pregnant.
Is that... That is what trouble means?
Poor innocent boy.
Because you had something to hide.
Because there was a promise of a career at the end of it.
Because the person that you loved... was doing something they shouldn't.
Because the person that you loved... was a spy passing secrets.
Freddie, it's one o'clock in the morning.
He knows. He knows.
Revert to Brightstone.
You need to sleep.
Good idea.
Not with me.
Boring Moneypenny!
And stop calling me that!
I don't know what it is about you
That closes and opens
Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes
Is deeper than all roses
Nobody, not even the rain
Has such small hands.
EE Cummings.
That's the one.
Hector,
you've just missed a wonderful game of Sardines.
Where were you?
Nowhere.
I'm awfully tired. Aren't you?
Yes.
Hello.
Frederick?
Sorry?
Frederick?
Everyone is still asleep here.
Let me come with you.
It's fine. Stay. He's all right.
Someone broke in last night and he's just a bit shaken up.
Mrs B went over straight away. Ready?
Really.
Can you slow down a bit?
You're very interesting to me, Mr Lyon.
I'd be more interesting alive than dead.
For all your socialist principles,
no-one does as well as you without help.
Please just... Let me out here. I'll take the train.
Don't be ridiculous. There's only one. It won't get you to London until next week.
You think you heard something last night?
Hmmm.
What you actually heard were the drunk ramblings of an actor
whose career is faltering at the starting gate.
I give The Man Who Knew a week. I think you're wrong.
I think Adam Le Ray's a very interesting man with a lot to say for himself
and I plan to listen and find out as much as I can.
I'm a big supporter of the spirit of inquiry.
A different time, I may well have offered you a job.
Work with us, Freddie.
I'd rather not. The hours are appalling and the people are tedious.
I don't think it's privilege you dislike.
I think it's fear that in spite of it, you still won't be let in.
Drive carefully, won't you, darling? We will.
Safe journey. Bye, my dears. Bye, Mummy.
Shall I take these?
You really don't have to drive me.
I insist.
Look after him. Precious cargo.
Drive carefully.
Yes. Do be careful, Hector.
Let's get you a cup of tea.
What are you doing here?
There was a break-in.
At my father's.
Good grief! I'm so sorry. Is he all right?
He's sleeping. I just needed to get out.
Was anything taken? Nothing.
Except a photo of me with my mother.
What's your excuse?
Oh, dinner with a dreadful great aunt.
I'm stalling for as long as I can, but...
The Egyptians have issued a new set of proposals. Is Isaac in?
Somewhere, knee-deep in Pollock.
No, I can't put it off any longer. She gets rather spiteful if I'm not there by the entree.
Did he give you the film?
No, he didn't.
He hasn't been seen all day, our Mr Kish.
Be careful, Freddie.
It's Sunday. Look sad.
Go home or people will talk.
Are you going to say anything?
You haven't spoken the whole journey.
Bel...
just say if you want this.
I left my raincoat.
Perhaps we could go for that drink now?
Coffee. I want coffee.
They really, really do the best.
Shall we?
Good night!
Did you break into my house last night, Mr Kish?
Of course I didn't, Mr Lyon.
You're lying.
You came into my house
and you frightened my father.
Is that what you do?
Frighten people?
You've got a very active imagination, Mr Lyon.
I don't think so.
Who do you work for?
The same people you do, Mr Lyon.
Then why are you spying on me?
You look like you were very good friends.
With Ruth and Peter.
You must miss him.
I do.
Then why aren't you helping me?
I know you know something. Something you're not telling me. Why?
I could help you.
You can't help me.
You are an amateur, Mr Lyon.
You know nothing about me. I know everything about you.
I know that you live with your father.
That you go to the launderette on Wednesdays.
That you have no luck with girls. You work too much.
You don't know what you've got yourself into,
and now you know too much.
You're in the middle of a very dangerous world
but you have convinced yourself that you are somehow immune.
You're not.
We can do this one of two ways.
You can stop playing games with me and tell me everything you know...
Or?
You don't have to do this, Mr Kish.
Mr Kish?
It is the confession, not the priest that gives us absolution.
My mother always said that to me. It always worked.
Stolen cake.
"Bum" scrawled on a piece of paper.
If you kill me you might not meet someone so interested in the truth!
I don't want to die in the bloody office!
Mr Kish.
He knows.
It's you, isn't it? What do you know?
Huh?
Better rovers tonight.
Brighteners veto tort.
Sherbet invert grotto!
Revert to Brightstone.
It's Brightstone, isn't it?
What is BRIGHTSTONE?
Who.
The question is who?
Hello?
'Can I come over?'
Freddie, it's nearly midnight.
Is it?
'Go to bed.'
I can't.
I can't sleep.
Are you all right?
Yes.
'Night.'
Tom never mentioned you.
No, he wouldn't have. We'd only recently met.
You went to see his wife?! Are you insane?
I was delivering my condolences.
You know, I didn't think she'd last as long as she has.
Douglas said you thought a lady would be easier to steer.
Yesterday and again this morning. Blue car, black interior.
What?! Why am I being followed?
Miss Rowley?
Audacious. Papers are in.
At worst, it was an accident.
There are no accidents...
apparently.
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