Episode 3

NADIA: He gave advice on how to get American practices into the British healthcare system.

♪ ♪ (tires squealing) DUNCAN: Prisoner comes forward to say he has a daughter.

The next day, he's made minister of Justice.

I'm asking whether she knew.

Of course she knew-- I told her.

The newspaper, they've got photos.

How could she have been so stupid?

LILY: Do you know that Dad has a girlfriend or do you simply not ask?

DUNCAN (on phone): The DNA test was positive.

Peter, you have a daughter.

(Peter cries out, tires squealing) ♪ ♪ (distant chatter) (door closes) (distant chatter) (unlocking door) ♪ ♪ Steff?

Steff!

Steff?!

(banging loudly): Bryony!

Bryony!

Quick!

(unlocking door) What's going on?

ROSE: Go get the defibrillator!

I'm not supposed to leave her.

Go!

Bravo three to SP.

Calling code blue to block four.

(buttons beeping) OFFICER (on radio): All personnel: code blue, block four.

Code blue, repeat, code blue.

(alarm blaring) Steff?

(alarm blaring, box beeps) Steff... ♪ ♪ AUTOMATED VOICE: Remove pads from package in back of unit.

What are you doing?

I've never used it.

You're supposed to be trained!

(alarm blaring continues, distant banging) AUTOMATED VOICE: Remove pads from package in back of unit.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I'd just like to say a word of thanks to everyone who's been so kind and so skillful in these last few days.

Sadly, for personal reasons, this is a hospital I already know.

But you are the people who give healthcare a good name.

And I promise you that when I get back to Westminster, I will be telling everyone who'll listen where the beating heart of this country is to be found: it's in the NHS.

Thank you very much, all of you.

Thank you, thank you.

(applause) Thank you, all right, thank you.

Goodbye, all right, thank you, thank you.

(distant siren blaring) ♪ ♪ Are you all right?

Yeah, fine, they're just making me wear this today.

Lily's making something special.

She's cooking?

Yes.

(seatbelt clicks) That doesn't happen very often.

Well, you don't kill a deer very often, do you?

(engine starts) ("Shut Yer Mouth" by Danny Farrant & Paul Rawson playing) ♪ Why don't you shut shut shut yer mouth ♪ ♪ Why don't you shut shut shut yer mouth ♪ ♪ Why don't you shut yer stupid mouth ♪ (music blasting) (music stops) LILY: Just so you know, we're expecting Susan.

Susan?

You didn't tell me.

You didn't ask.

When are we expecting her?

Have you known where she was all this time?

Yeah, of course, she's my sister.

And you didn't tell us?

She didn't want me to.

Where's she coming from?

Where's she been?

Didn't know there was to be a family reunion.

It's not a family reunion!

It's a family conference.

And if I have it my way, it will be a family trial.

Really?

What are the charges?

You know perfectly well.

Lily, your father needs a day or two to recuperate.

What are you cooking for us, Lil?

I'm roasting a chicken.

And if either of you start telling me how to do it... That is not going to happen.

I'm doing it my way and I don't care.

Lil, I don't know what you're up to, but whatever it is, you have my love and support.

(quietly): Maybe you should have thought about that before you got a mistress.

♪ ♪ What did you say?

That's what we're here to discuss, if you really want to know.

I don't like this.

Hmm, what is it?

You know when you see a squall the size of your hand and it's a long way away, but it's heading towards you?

Isn't it your job to spot those?

It's Yemen.

Mm-hmm.

Three NGOs have been killed working for a charity.

I didn't see.

No, it hasn't been announced.

The Saudis are refusing to say what weapons they used in the raid, but we think it may have been the Normandy rocket, manufactured by the British Defence Group.

So what have we got?

British charity workers killed by British weapons?

The Saudis are trying to hush it up.

Nobody yet knows they're dead and nobody knows how, but it'll just take one journalist.

Keep an eye on it.

Julia, you do tell me everything, don't you?

Everything that's useful, yes.

(retreating footsteps) ♪ ♪ (buzzing, door unlocks) (door opens) (door closes) So you know what happened.

I certainly do.

I saw it with my own eyes.

I hope you burn in hell for it.

I've put in a formal complaint.

I've got your complaint.

It's not going forward.

You need to slow down.

Why?

This is a tragedy.

We all need a period to draw breath.

And what do we need to do that for?

STORM: Proper timely assessment.

Apart from anything, Steff had siblings.

We hate the thought of alarming them unnecessarily.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Rose, for once, think of it from their point of view.

Why upset them?

Talk to Bryony.

She's in pieces.

She knows she failed and it's killing her.

KEANE: I've looked at your complaint and I don't accept it.

You can blame Parallax if you like, but I blame you.

Because any system, however crappy, works decently when it's administered by decent people.

You're a convicted fraud, Rose.

Please, don't talk to us about decency.

I'm in touch with the justice minister, and I'm gonna put this case in front of him.

KEANE: Rose, if you think you can use a friend's death to pursue some sort of vendetta against the prison and the people who run it... No, what we're talking about is power.

You have it, I don't.

You forfeited power when you committed a crime.

And does that mean you can just leave us all dead on the floor?

Steff was a known troublemaker who burned down the prison canteen.

She did violence to a prison officer.

Right, and so she deserves a lesser standard of justice, does she?

And thanks for expressing your condolences.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ I just came in from Gatwick, so I haven't got the slightest idea of where I am or what time it is.

You're home and it's just before lunch.

Did Mum see me?

Not yet.

How is she?

Shaky.

She's got her concert tonight, and Lily up at the pulpit is the last thing she needs.

That's your view, is it?

Where have you come in from?

I came from the Arctic.

(humorless chuckle) That is perfect.

When the history of the 21st century comes to be written, who do you think it's going to be with any credit?

Greenpeace and a few feminists, and that's about it.

I wish you'd told us where you were.

And I wish you ever told us anything at all.

Okay.

I can see Lily's spoken to you.

At length.

I always believed in my daughters.

So your absence never bothered me.

But it's different for your mother.

She's scared of you.

She thinks she's failed and it's all her fault.

It gave her a nervous breakdown.

(chuckling): Oh, right, you put that down to my absence, do you?

You don't think there were any other factors involved?

Come on, Susan.

I love the idea of you being prisons minister now.

Thank you.

A fine line, don't you think, between running prisons and being in them?

Actually, no, I don't think that.

Don't topple over.

(clicks lighter) It's freezing out here.

Why don't you come inside and say hello?

Who is this girlfriend, anyway?

Does she mean something to you?

Or is she just... someone convenient?

(humorless laugh) Silence here suggesting convenient.

I don't presume to know everything about your life.

Why do you think you can guess about mine?

Oh, because I grew up with you, remember?

Only I grew up and you didn't.

(birds chirping) PETER: Susan's outside.

I was just living my life.

I'd found some small corner, some crevice, so I could get on with my life, and then three days ago, any peace I had, any dignity, was taken from me.

If you wanted to leave me, why didn't you say so?

I don't want to leave you.

We... we've been together since we were kids.

You're only with me because you think I can't cope on my own.

I... No, I have never thought any such thing.

I don't want to be someone you feel you have to take care of.

That's not who I want to be.

I can explain.

Please, don't.

Lily wants you to explain in front of the whole family.

Helen, I'm an open book, I'll talk about anything, you know me, but do you really think it's a good idea for us to discuss our relationship in front of the girls?

Do we have any choice?

Oh, you look terrible.

Yeah.

It's 'cause I've had bad news.

Charmian Pepper's dead.

She's dead?

Yeah.

How did it happen?

She was hit by a vehicle.

Wow.

At night.

Where's the driver?

Gone.

It was an accident?

Hit-and-run?

That's what the police are saying.

And do you have any evidence to the contrary?

No.

But you don't believe them.

They didn't see it.

So?

Nobody saw it.

You're not going to start suggesting a conspiracy.

You're a lawyer, for God's sake.

You're meant to examine the evidence.

Ten minutes before she died, I was on the phone to Charmian.

And?

And she had just met a woman who was finally willing to confirm Peter Laurence's stay in Washington.

And did she by any chance mention this woman's name?

Exactly, there you are.

No actual name.

She was about to.

Sure, so tell me, had Charmian been drinking when you spoke to her?

What makes you ask that?

Well, how was she on the phone?

Her manner?

No, really.

Tell me.

Okay, she was a touch slurred.

"A touch slurred."

All right, fine, if you want to know everything...

I do.

The police are saying she was jaywalking.

When they found the body, a bottle had smashed in her bag.

She was soused in vodka.

The alcohol level in her body was five times over the legal limit for drivers.

Looks to me like she had no idea where she was or what she was doing.

So tell me this: why did the driver not stop?

What, do we just let them kill her, do we, because she fell off the wagon?

(distant phone ringing, door closes) (Lapidus exhales) If it's any consolation, I'm feeling just as guilty as you.

We shouldn't have let her go.

She was in no fit state.

Her reputation had just been trashed in court-- she was in no condition to handle a major investigation.

What do we do?

Nothing we can do.

She got family?

Her parents.

Send them some flowers from us.

(door opens, closes) This... this is inedible.

I knew you'd find fault.

I'm not finding fault.

I'm just pointing out that if we eat this, we're all gonna die of salmonella.

This is actively dangerous.

I don't eat chicken anyway.

Hastings is a long way to come for food poisoning.

I don't want to know what's wrong with my cooking.

I want to know how you can treat our mother so badly!

First of all, explain to me why you were in that state to begin with.

Because like my sister, I have a weakness for recreational drugs.

SUSAN: Not anymore.

I'm clean.

That's good, darling, I'm happy about that.

LILY: And I'm coming out of a miserable relationship with a man who confused sex with violence.

Do we have to hear about this?

Look, I'm sorry, but it's my concert today.

For me, it's the biggest day of the year.

I'll discuss anything you want at any time, but can we please leave it till later?

SUSAN: Do you mean that your boyfriend was hitting you?

LILY: I'm saying he diminished me in every way he could, and I was looking for an escape, and I didn't see why I shouldn't have it.

And it didn't occur to you that your father was minister of Justice?

You weren't minister of Justice, you were minister of something else.

Sorry, I wasn't following your career that closely.

I was minding my own business, when suddenly, there was a photographer.

And I felt what Susan feels and what my mother feels, and what the whole family feels: "Will I ever escape?

Will I ever be able to live my own life?"

You are exaggerating.

Everything is about you.

We're all stuck in this broken-down lift called Peter Laurence.

Why do you think Susan ran away?

I don't see it that way.

I hope you're not going to light that thing in here.

I wasn't running away from anything, Lily, I was running towards.

PETER: I've said to both of you, right from the start, you're free.

You can do what you want.

I don't judge you and I don't control you.

Except when I want a cigarette.

LILY: And you're free to sleep with whoever you want.

It works both ways.

If freedom means anything, it means freedom for all of us.

Dad, you are one member of the family.

You talk about our freedom as if it's yours to give.

Lily... Dad behaves all the time as if this family were his personal property.

He behaves as if he can make the rules.

And in the process, he has royally screwed up both his daughters.

Speak for yourself, Lily.

I'm not screwed up.

Stuck away on some boat in the Arctic?

That's chance, is it?

I hate to say it, but I think it's about trying to save the planet.

(phone buzzing) Not that I expect anyone else here to care about that.

SUSAN: And, after all, Dad, your government's so determined to have fewer people on the island, so I thought I'd do my patriotic duty and leave the country so I could leave a little more space for all of those lovely white people who are feeling a bit cramped.

I'm pro-immigration, which you would know, if you bothered to find out.

Is your girlfriend a foreigner?

Why do you ask that?

I Googled her.

She's Danish.

She had a German husband.

And how did you two meet?

Do you really want to go into this?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.

Right.

When I was at the Department of Culture.

(scoffing): In the line of work?

So, I suppose the question I'm really asking: were you going out with her when Mum had cancer?

Well, I mean, it's a simple enough question.

Lily, I was ill for a long time.

It was hard for all of us.

We went through a lot.

When Mum had breast cancer, were you going out with Madeleine?

You were screwing a librarian while Mum was having her breast off.

God, you disgust me.

And, and... What exactly is her appeal?

Oh, come on, Lily... No, really.

What does Madeleine Halle have that, that we all don't?

(Susan chuckles) Don't look at me, Dad, you got yourself into this mess.

You are going to have to get yourself out of it.

Do you really want to know?

LILY: I do.

She had lost a child.

So?

So, she was very raw when I met her.

I like to think that I helped put Madeleine back together.

Intimacy can come from grief.

(crying): You had a family of your own!

Of course.

Don't we count?!

Don't we need help?!

If you tell me that when I see a person who's suffering, I can't help them, that's your outlook.

Person here meaning woman?

In this case.

And are you sure this relationship was as noble as you make it sound, or was it just good old-fashioned lust?

You just have to take my word for it.

I think that's where we're all hitting a problem.

How you've never been very good at telling the truth.

(phone buzzing) You want the truth?

Well, it's this.

It appears from recent evidence that I do not have two daughters.

I have three.

Evidence from where?

Shephill Prison.

She's a prisoner?

It appears that way.

I'm not sure yet.

Then how do you... DNA: HELEN: Who is she?

Who's her mother?

Some woman I had an affair with.

How old is she?

How long have you known?

Since I drove down.

Only the one, is it, Dad?

And do we come into this at all, or is this another of your famous freedom things?

I mean, 'cause if there are others, then now would be the time to say.

You know, just lay them all out on the table.

Why not?

The more the merrier.

It's only one.

LILY: I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Am I the only one that cares about this family?

I called us together because apart from anything, I saw my father come out of that courtroom, and I know him.

I know him inside out, and I only had to look at him and I could see-- I knew he was a cheat and a liar!

You don't know that.

(yelling): I know that, and so do you!

And it panics me because it's not something I want to inherit.

Well, I'm sure this has all been very useful.

What do you call it, Lily, truth-telling?

But I have to rehearse the "Messiah" this afternoon.

I have to make a phone call.

♪ ♪ By the way, whatever I am, I am not a broken-down lift.

(door opens) (door closes) (cellphone ringing) Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Family meeting.

What are you doing here?

I have news from Shephill.

(knocking) DAWN: Come!

Trevor Quinn is outside.

You've kept him waiting.

Oh!

Send him upstairs.

We'll give him the full treatment, like he's seeing into the mysteries.

That's not going to placate him.

♪ ♪ Ah, Trevor.

I'm sorry, I do apologize.

Quite all right.

(kissing) Amazing, you look younger than ever.

Well, thank you, that's nice to believe.

So, I'm here for the board of the British Defence Group.

I have a substantial personal interest.

Yes, I understand.

Won't you sit down?

(evenly): No.

It's about Yemen.

Yes, well, I thought it might be.

Yeah, but you've suspended weapons licenses.

Well, temporarily.

Trevor, Trevor, Trevor, how far do we go back?

Now, I'm a politician.

My duty is to represent the citizens of the country.

Three Britons have been killed.

I have a moral obligation towards them.

Dawn, do you know what your beloved country now is?

It's arms manufacturing and pharmaceuticals.

Objectively, that's what it is.

Presently, that is all Britain does.

Uh, financial services?

All right, I grant you, those three things.

The Defence Group employs nearly 80,000 people.

200,000 rely on it directly for their jobs.

Now, you've had three years of bad luck with the economy, your poll numbers are in the toilet, and for once, you've done something the British public actually want, and a burst of unexpected popularity has turned your head!

Well, that's not how I see it.

I'm sure.

There's manufacturing on one side.

There's public opinion on the other.

British weapons killed three British NGOs.

The country's in an uproar!

I can't appear to be indifferent.

But the measures you've taken are excessive.

You have lost your judgment.

Well, I don't think so.

And I think if you make that case in public, you won't have the electorate flock to support you.

I don't give a damn about the electorate, I'm arguing it to you-- in private.

If you undermine the British Defence Group, you attack this country's principal business.

And that is a political choice.

You have to trust me.

I have to respond to public anxiety.

That's what I do.

That's democracy.

But at the end of it all, I will be on your side.

I hope so, Dawn.

We thought you'd come straight back to the ministry when you got out of hospital.

So did I. I reckoned without my moonbat daughter.

I've just been arraigned for crimes against humanity.

Any crime in particular?

A multitude.

It seems disapproval skips a generation.

My mother disliked me and now it's my kids.

Does that mean Susan was there?

Susan, Lily.

The whole family turned out.

Not quite the whole family.

That's what I need to talk to you about.

(indistinct chatter) So, what's the urgency?

What's the bad news?

(quietly): I called the director at Shephill.

She confirmed to me that Steff Frost (whispers): has died from a drug overdose.

That's the woman I talked to.

Yes.

And do we think that she was my daughter?

Obviously, we believe she's not.

We think that she talked to you, but on behalf of your daughter.

And now she's dead.

(door opens, bell chimes) Hello.

Hello.

Duncan, I'm just a little bit confused.

I'm sure you are.

Can I ask you something?

Go ahead.

Are you on a personal mission to destroy me?

(scoffs) Peter... don't be ridiculous.

Why is that ridiculous?

Three days in hospital gives you plenty of time to think.

Now, if you remember the sequence of events, no sooner had I won in the High Court, that you whisk me away to see a woman that I don't need to meet... Peter... On a mission that I don't need to pursue.

Again... And when I tell you to leave the thing alone, you carry on investigating.

What was I meant to do?

She sent me her comb.

(quietly): It was registered in ministry mail!

I didn't think I had a choice.

So you took an executive decision?

As a matter of fact, I did, yeah.

And you didn't think to check with me first?

You've always allowed me a degree of latitude, Peter.

You've taken it, Duncan.

Whether I allowed it's a different question.

GEORGE: Here's your tea-- hot and sloppy.

Thank you, George.

That's perfect.

Be careful, mind.

Yeah?

(bell chimes) Peter... (exhales): I think I have reasonable political instincts.

And from the very first moment, I believed the story was true.

Now the science bears it out.

You keep telling us you're a rule-breaking politician.

Just go and charm her to bits and you won't need to worry about her ever again.

Look her in the eye.

Acknowledge her.

Otherwise... (exhales) It's never gonna go away.

"It"?

Presumably you mean "she."

Maybe I would have more confidence in your advice, Duncan, if the prime minister hadn't found out about my daughter almost as soon as I did.

You don't have any proof of that.

Don't I?

You are sleeping with that control freak Julia Blythe.

And don't even think about denying it.

I've got some pretty good instincts of my own, Duncan Knock.

Maybe not so inferior to yours.

Dawn has a back channel into everything I do and everything I think.

And that back channel runs through your bedroom.

And may I remind you that I only found myself in court, fighting a long and expensive case, because someone in my office was leaking.

Have you thought about that?

Often.

Well, maybe if you spent less time running DNA tests and more time worrying about who was betraying us, you might earn the title special adviser.

How special are you?

GEORGE: Cod and chips!

Cod back on the menu, George, that is great news-- thank you.

♪ ♪ You working tomorrow?

No.

On stand-by-- he's still off sick.

Have you heard from the lawyer?

Not a word.

What was she like?

Oh, you know.

Driven, a professional.

She probably has a sense of humor, but you'd need teams of divers to find it.

(chuckles) Does she have a partner?

I'd be very surprised.

She's one of those women who'll always choose loneliness over disappointment.

Screw her.

She'd better come through.

I don't want to work for that bastard one day longer.

Come on.

(choir singing "Amen" from "Messiah" with piano) CHOIR: ♪ Amen ♪ (continue singing on "amen") ♪ Amen, amen ♪ ♪ Amen ♪ (tempo slowing): ♪ Amen ♪ ♪ Amen ♪ (choir pauses) ♪ Amen ♪ ♪ Amen ♪ (holding final note) (piece ends) (applause) (flash pops) Wonderful, thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

(indistinct chatter) I think people really did like it.

They loved it!

You could tell the difference.

A response like that has to be genuine.

Of course, we've created an impossible problem for ourselves.

What problem is that?

(phone buzzing) Next year.

That's the problem with a triumph, how do you cap it?

(phone buzzing) Uh, look, I, I've got to take this.

I'll see you back at home, all right?

(kisses): Well done.

Yes, Duncan.

DUNCAN (over phone): More bad news, I'm afraid.

Charmian Pepper has been killed in a hit-and-run in Washington.

PETER: What?

(stammering) I, I don't believe it.

I didn't even know she was in Washington.

DUNCAN: She must have been pursuing the case.

There's nothing suspicious, Peter.

The police say it was an accident.

I'm sure.

♪ ♪ (door opens) And have you identified the mother?

Sorry?

This new daughter of yours.

How many candidates are there?

You're anything but meticulous, so I doubt you kept a record.

You're always ready to move on.

Except from you, Helen, I've never moved on from you.

Never had to, have you?

Nothing you'd done had hurt me... until today.

Because I had my own life, and it was respectable.

Now people will look at me...

I know.

And pity me...

I know.

As I walk down the street.

It's not what I want.

I'd rather be ignored than pitied.

Helen, I am aware of how loyal you've been.

Especially what you did during the trial, I know much you must have hated that.

Do you?

The thing is, something has happened that's going to make life very tricky.

And I need to be sure that you can stick to the story and stand by what you said in court.

It's important.

I want you out of here right now.

I don't want to sleep anywhere near you.

Go anywhere-- I don't care where!

And that means not in this house!

Right.

Do I have any value to you except as a liar?

PETER: Sydney, I'm gonna need you to come and pick me up.

Yeah, change of plan.

Right, thanks.

(breathes deeply) What's the verdict?

Sorry?

Family court: did it reach a verdict?

Am I guilty?

(sighing): Where's Lily?

She's gone down the Old Town to get stoned.

Was she satisfied with her day's work?

Nothing's ever going to satisfy Lily.

She's a Jacobin and you're an aristocrat.

She's online-shopping for a guillotine.

And you're not.

You know me, Dad, I never like to blame anyone.

I just knew I had to do something worthwhile or I couldn't live with myself.

It would help if you would speak to your mother occasionally.

I've tried to.

She hates me because I see through her.

I've come to think that vagueness is a kind of crime.

I mean, don't you think, finally, being otherworldly is really just a kind of cowardice?

Now who's the Jacobin?

You should try some time on a boat.

(chuckling): Why would I do that?

Because you get to know yourself.

Really?

It's simple, isn't it?

We are what we do.

Everything else is just guff.

Does that mean you're making plans with this Madeleine person?

No, as a matter of fact, I'm not.

Thank God for that.

Actually, I've got a problem with Madeleine, too.

What's that?

She's just turned down a job in Texas so she can stay close.

Stay close to you?

Oh, you really do have the problems piling up, don't you?

What are you gonna do?

You reach a point where the only thing you can do is just keep moving forwards-- that's all there is.

I've always been so terrified of the past, being dragged down by it.

Anyone with half a brain can see how easy that it is just to get lost.

I remember what happened when you'd just been born.

We were in heaven.

What happened, then?

A man came into the shop and he offered a suspiciously large sum of money for the premises.

He was gonna build an office block, and I thought, "Sod it, I'll build an office block.

"I have a one-year-old daughter.

I have to keep moving."

Poor Dad.

Everyone wants commitment from you.

That's why you were always my favorite.

Because you never wanted anything.

Didn't I?

Maybe I wanted the same as all the others.

I was just too proud to ask.

Is that what you're doing in the Arctic?

24 hours back in England, I'm not exactly desperate to come back.

♪ ♪ (kisses) Still, we miss you.

♪ ♪ (crowd talking loudly) Oh, get a room!

(punk music playing) ♪ One, two, three ♪ ♪ One, two, three ♪ ♪ ♪ (music stops) ♪ ♪ Sydney...

Yes, sir.

I was wondering if you'd followed the trial at all.

Followed it, sir?

In the sense of paying attention.

No, I didn't.

I didn't think it was my place.

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (door closes) What are you doing here?

Am I not welcome?

You didn't ring.

Do I have to phone every time?

Where were you?

Where was I tonight?

Yeah.

(items shifting) (fridge door closing) I had to go and see family.

How was your family?

You don't want to know.

Well, maybe I do.

Maybe that's exactly the problem between us.

(pouring drink) Mmm... Are you sure you... Am I sure what?

Would you like one?

Maybe a small one.

(pouring) In a way, I think Lily was angrier with me than Helen.

That's not surprising.

Why not?

Lily believes in you.

Your wife doesn't.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

Helen was angry, too.

Really?

What about?

Oh, all kinds of stuff.

That's really helpful.

Are you sure you're not giving too much away?

I'd hate you to feel you were betraying confidences.

Here.

(glass clanks on table) Trial stuff.

Ah, yes, the famous trial.

Family stuff.

In particular?

Or are you saying I don't need to know?

You don't need to know.

Why not?

Madeleine, that's not why I come here.

You've made that very clear.

I come here because we're actually good for each other.

Certainly I'm good for you.

Because I'm not real, I'm not real life.

I have one great advantage over your family.

The advantage is I don't really exist!

(glass shattering) Jesus, Madeleine...

I'm a blow-up doll with a degree in art history and a dead child, so you can believe you saved me.

"She was in despair and I saved her."

As if you were Jesus Christ!

(bottle shattering) Madeleine, Madeleine, come on, stop it.

You have no idea what it's like, being the girlfriend.

It's what you wanted!

You told me that!

And you chose to believe me, because it suited you.

It suited you and your life.

But it never occurred to you to ask me properly.

(indistinct background chatter) I don't know why you didn't call me.

I was worried sick.

You could have been burnt alive.

Mum, there's 500 women in here, some of them for being drunk in a pub.

They're not suffering cruelty, they're suffering neglect.

And my best friend's just been killed.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

This prison killed her.

(exhales) Mum, I've got something to tell you, and you're not going to like it.

Remember when we talked about me getting in contact with my dad?

Rose, I made a decision before you were born... Yeah, that's the whole point: you made the decision, not me.

I did it for you.

I don't believe that.

And even if you did, it didn't work.

I'm old enough to make my own decisions.

For 20 years, I didn't even know his name.

And you don't think there's a reason for that?

Mum, I want a life when I get out.

I want a father.

Rose, I've told you before.

He's a lovely man, he's fun, he's charm itself, but he always has priorities.

And other people aren't among them.

Mum, I want my father to know I exist.

Thanks.

Miss.

(door closes) There's something I need to report to you.

DE BANZIE: How was it?

TREVOR: Exactly as you predicted.

Now, you're chairman of the Conservative Party.

This may be the moment for you to do your duty.

Her colleagues can't be seen to move against her on the issue of arms sales.

Self-evidently.

We'll need a diversion.

Good.

JULIA: Hello.

♪ ♪ Nice to see you.

Hello, John, good to see you.

JULIA: Hello.

(murmurs) Well, this is an unlooked-for pleasure.

I wasn't expecting you.

I can't think why not.

Because your boss seems to be avoiding me these days.

I don't think that's true.

She'll see you any time you want.

I think she's foolish to ignore a groundswell of dissatisfaction on her own side.

Don't you know how close I am to Dawn?

I'll report that remark back to her.

Will you, Julia?

Why?

Because I'm loyal and hard-working.

And you can't put a cigarette paper between her and me.

I just did.

Is this all about the export licenses and your friend Trevor?

As far as the public is concerned, no.

As far as you and I are concerned, yes.

Don't implicate me-- I'm not involved in anything.

The stand the prime minister's taking on the deaths in Yemen is extremely popular with the public.

Remember, prime ministers don't fall because they're incompetent.

They fall when they're caught out in outright lies.

You are the obvious person to provide the world with evidence of a lie.

And why would I do that?

Because people in your line of work generally like to jump from raft to raft.

(chuckles) I didn't think you were being serious.

Deadly.

And the obvious question: who would be the incoming prime minister?

Oh, we have someone in mind.

Excuse me.

MICK (voiceover): I hear you had a bit of a close encounter.

What was it?

Was it a moose?

No, it was not a moose, Mick.

I was in Sussex, not Saskatchewan-- it was a deer.

Oh, dear.

And who came off worse?

Sorry to say that Bambi is dead and I am still minister of Justice.

MICK (on radio): Right now, we're looking at an economy that's tanking.

Some banks have crashed, and the rumor mill says that ex-Foreign Secretary Julian Bishop is about to make a run against the prime minister.

PETER (on radio): I had not heard that.

MICK: You've got a reputation for telling it how it is, Peter, so... How secure do you think Dawn Ellison is?

Dawn does a great job, Mick-- you know that, I know that.

Let's just leave it there.

You know this bloody chaos we've got going on at Defence?

Do you ever remember anything quite like this?

Look, there are no villains here, Mick.

I know the people who run British Defence Group, and they are people of the highest integrity.

And the British, thank God, have the world's most rigorous process for making sure that weapons don't wind up in the wrong hands.

We like to know who we're arming and why.

In my experience, we're pretty good at it.

(car door opens) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (drawer opens and closes) Goat's cheese and beetroot?

(exhales softly) Spinach and feta?

Scotch egg with chili jam?

Well, this is not something I planned.

How did you find me?

You have to stop pissing me around.

You know full well that tampered diary isn't enough on its own.

I need more.

I need to know why you're involved and I need to know what you want.

A journalist has died, so you have got to be straight with me.

(softly): All right.

My mother lived in a flat, okay?

In Gospel Oak.

She died when her boiler leaked gas.

When was this?

Ten years ago.

She reported it three times to the agency.

She wasn't alone; there were others.

Didn't you try to sue?

(sighs): Peter Laurence said he couldn't be responsible for the state of the boilers in all his properties.

As far as he was concerned, it was an accident.

And are you going to tell me how a cocktail waitress has access to that man's private diary?

My girlfriend works on his staff.

What does she do?

She drives him.

Mm.

You've got to be careful, please.

She can lose her job.

Yeah.

So could I.

Did you leave this for me?

Actually, yeah.

Am I going crazy?

It seems to be a photocopy of Peter Laurence's diary.

That's what it is.

How the hell did you get it?

From a sort of whistleblower, I suppose.

Why did they bring it to you?

Well, obviously, because they want me to take it to a newspaper, but they want a firewall between the diary and their identity.

Yeah, but why you?

A photocopy doesn't clinch anything.

I mean, we know Peter Laurence went to Washington and we know he pretended not to.

Call it perjury, sure, but we still can't prove what he actually did there.

Look, I'm sorry about this, but, I did make a phone call to the paper.

Do they know who you are?

No, I just said I was a friend of Charmian's.

That we talked and she was very excited about her latest contact, and maybe there was something on that last tape.

What did they say?

They said they didn't have it.

The tape was sent back with the rest of Charmian's possessions.

Went back where?

To Charmian's parents.

You've got one piece of the jigsaw, I need to get ahold of the other.

Yeah, well, I don't think you can do that.

Why not?

For the obvious reason, of course.

And what is that reason?

We're his legal team, for God's sake-- we got him off!

And now you're claiming that's where you'd like to leave it?

Yes!

I don't know!

I'm not sure.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (dogs barking, birds chirping) EILEEN: If you wait here, I'll get what you want.

Have you opened it?

No.

I'm afraid I couldn't.

You do what you need to.

If you don't mind, I'll leave you to it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) (Joy knocks, phone ringing in office) (whispers): Landline.

(phone ringing) Yes.

ROSE (on phone): Is that Duncan?

Yeah?

Hi, um, it, it's Rose Dietl.

Uh... Look, I've been really stupid, I know that.

I sent my friend to meet my father because I was nervous.

Yeah, I was, I was really scared, and...

But now all I want is justice for Steff.

I don't think we can do any special favors.

That would be unacceptable.

But I just feel if I could at least meet him, now I'm ready.

I want to meet my father.

Do you think he'll agree?

Let me have a word with him-- I'll see what I can do.

Please-- I'd be really grateful.

DUNCAN: I know.

(hangs up) (quietly): Are you all right?

(out loud): Why would I not be?

Okay.

It's just... She's finally stepped forward.

Your daughter.

Her name is Rose Dietl.

I've done some research.

She is a white-collar criminal who defrauded a High Street bank of a hell of a lot of money.

Her name was all over the papers.

When did this happen?

A couple of years ago.

She's saying this time, she'd like to meet you.

Are you going to see her?

Duncan, I think this time, I'll make the decision myself.

Thank you, Duncan.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ CHARMIAN (on recording): So, what went wrong?

NADIA (on recording): I'd seen Laurence once or twice before, actually... (stops recorder) ♪ ♪ NADIA: He said what Britain needed was what he called "discreet privatization" of the NHS.

He gave advice on how to get American practices and drugs into the British healthcare system.

CHARMIAN: Nadia, you're saying he was present.

Can you confirm he was paid for this advice?

NADIA: Depends on what you call paid.

Officially, he was paid to give a speech.

CHARMIAN: How much?

NADIA: Half a million dollars.

CHARMIAN: That's a hell of a price for giving a speech.

NADIA: Lots of expensive speeches at British-American, go fig... (stops recorder) You're doing well at Justice.

Thank you.

It gives us a chance to resume our weekly game.

I love your turbulence, it makes people think.

I wish you'd do some fundraising for the party.

We'd make so much more.

Is Dawn not good at it?

(scoffs) People sense she's a stopgap.

A stopgap.

I don't think Dawn thinks of herself as a stopgap.

All prime ministers are stopgaps.

Just so few of them know.

Is that the first law of politics?

No.

The first law is that every politician expects to be prime minister.

Without exception.

♪ ♪ Check.

Well?

I'm going to have to think about that one.

DAWN: Can I warn you, Peter?

Lately, I've been briefed about your private life.

LADY ROCHE: You could be endangering this newspaper because of an obsession.

I know nothing about it.

If I looked into your eyes, would I be able to tell anymore?

Will you own up to me?

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