01x01 - Episode 1

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I-I-I-I-I

I-I-I-I-I

I'm counting on you

Ever since we met, darling,

I've been keeping score

Every day, I count your charms

Every day, I love you more

It's plain to see why you're

the lover that I've waited for

I'm counting

the different ways you melt me

Your smile, your voice,

your touch

What are you doing?

That move me oh, so much

What are you doing?

And 'cause I thrill as I do

Oh, that's what you're doing.

Time to rise, sleepyhead.

What time is it?

sh*t.

You've got to get ready. Your

plane leaves in half an hour.

I want breakfast.

There's no time.

Leo! You said

we'd have breakfast.

I can't do that trip

without having breakfast first.

You know what I'm like

when I get hungry.

Why didn't you have dinner?

I begged you to have dinner.

I told you,

I wasn't hungry then.

This is

bloody inconvenient, d*ck.

I know.

I have 12,000 things

to do in Canberra.

Bloody Rupert!

Actually, where is Rupert?

He's the reason for the sodding

change. Why isn't he here?

He's commandeered a plane

and flying in, apparently.

Flying in?!

Why aren't we flying in?

Why didn't the PM let us

charter a plane?

Rupert is Her Majesty's

High Commissioner.

We're cabinet ministers!

Mere cabinet ministers,

I think the PM would have it.

As far as he's concerned,

we are nothing more

than obstacles on the road

to his grand vision.

Which road?

Can't you tell? We're on it!

OK, I'll get you something.

Will a banana do?

Just get dressed, please.

A banana will certainly not do!

I cannot do that journey

on an empty stomach.

I want burek.

Burek?

Mm-hm.

What the hell is burek?

It's a traditional

Yugoslavian breakfast.

It's a kind of pastry

Oh! Right. Burek.

..that's hard on the outside

and soft in the middle.

I think cook keeps the burek between

the partridge in a pear tree

and the crocodile

in hummingbird sauce.

Your plane leaves in 25 minutes.

I will get you a banana.

Oh! Leo, that trip is hours!

A banana won't do.

Give that here.

What are you gonna do?

Ooh! Yuck.

Thank you.

Ugh. Now I have to wash my hands.

Late night?

Indeed it was.

How old this time?

One of them was in

their early 20s, I think.

One of them?! Good God, man!

How do you do it?

Well, I honestly have no idea, d*ck.

Bon appetit.

Leo?

Yeah?

Carmen's gone.

Who's gone?

Carmen. She she's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Well, I woke up this morning

and she wasn't in my tent.

That kind of gone.

'I can't find her' gone.

Gone gone!

sh*t.

Yeah, well, I thought maybe

she might be in the latrine

and she hasn't returned.

And I can tell you, I've had

a bloody good look around.

Ohh! Jesus.

Hey. Back inside, you.

It's Carmen. Leo, I

No. No, you stay here.

You cannot be seen.

Do you understand?

Or a world of pain

will consume us all.

Molly, do you understand?

Yes.

How much did she drink?

About two-thirds of

a bottle of vodka.

Jesus! Can you keep it down

in there, Murph?

The whole f*ck' camp

can hear you.

Dammit! sh*t, Leo!

You've put me off!

What, is it time?

You two seen Carmen?

What?!

Leo!

Sorry, Yvonne.

What do you think?!

Well, I woke up

and she was gone, so

I have to make sure

Bernie doesn't piss off.

One of you, check with Jonesy

and see if he or Lydia saw

Actually

..everyone's to go

to my quarters

and stay put until I get back.

God, this is disgusting.

Where are all the girls?

Mate, Carmen's gone AWOL.

We we just need

a little time, OK?

Mate, I'm leaving at eight.

I told you.

Come on, Bern.

Leo, I'm picking up

the British High Commissioner.

I can't be late.

He's coming here today?!

But n-nobody's told me.

He wasn't due till

till Tuesday. Why?

I'm leaving at eight.

Hey I've

..I've looked after you,

Bernie, haven't I?

Now, I would appreciate

a little dispensation.

I have to be in Adelaide,

fuelled up and ready

in a Bristol by noon.

It's not like I've got

a choice here, mate.

Uh, I can't.

Eugh!

I've been looking everywhere

for you, Carmichael!

Where the hell have you been?!

There's been a change of plans.

The High Commissioner has to

leave for London Saturday,

so we have to pull forward.

We're going at dawn.

I'm sorry?

We're going at dawn.

Tomorrow.

That's impossible.

You want to have the tower

locked and loaded,

ready to go by dawn?

It's a Meccano set, Carmichael.

So, can you please get out your

tiny spanners and do your job?

We've done ours.

What was that, Quentin?

Just so you know, Leo, we're

expecting a strong nor'-westerly

to develop overnight.

Which means

Nothing, surely.

Nothing much.

It's just rare to have

a strong nor'-westerly

at this time of year.

None of the other tests so far

have been conducted

under such conditions.

There'd be no

comparable controls.

So one has to question

the utility

of the data we'll gather.

You're saying it'll be

a waste of time?

No, but

Carmichael, they arrive today!

We're going tomorrow at dawn!

So if you'd be so kind, finish

the f*cking tower tonight.

Thank you so much!

It's never easy.

Never f*cking easy!

Girls inside?

Yeah, they've got the shits, but.

Bye-bye, Bernie.

OK. The new plan is

The new plan is

we keep the girls under wraps.

Bern will be back

in about six hours.

You two will have found Carmen

by then. We'll be sweet.

Yeah, what if we haven't

found Carmen by then?

Well, we pack these three off

with Bern and we keep looking.

Yeah, well, that might be

a little tricky.

Why?

Better speak to the girls, Leo.

OK. Bernie had to

head to Adelaide.

He'll be back

in about six hours.

I'll compensate you

for the time.

OK, fine. Just so long as you know

we're not leaving without Carmen.

Look, girls, here's the thing.

There are some very important

people arriving here today.

Didn't you know that?

No, I didn't, Von.

There's been a change of plan.

So, it's really very simple.

Yes, it is. We're not leaving

without Carmen.

We will find Carmen, I promise.

Just stay put.

I've got to check in on Cranky

and get things moving

on the tower.

What's the rush? We've got

four days. We're well ahead.

Not anymore.

We're going at dawn tomorrow.

Well, that's impossible.

I'm aware.

Hilly!

The Academy Award-winning

actress Grace Kelly,

star of movies such as

Rear Window and High Society,

has become

Princess Grace of Monaco

after marrying Prince Rainier.

Oh. Dammit!

Identify yourself!

It's Leo, General.

Come, Leo!

Morning, sir.

Morning, Leo.

Everything tickety-boo?

Er, not quite, sir.

Oh, dear.

I don't like the sound of that.

Am I needed?

No, sir, but you should know

they've brought the test forward

to tomorrow.

The test?

Yes, sir.

The next test will be

tomorrow at dawn.

The next test, sir?

Operation Buffalo?

Oh, of course. Yes. The test.

Tomorrow, you say?

Mmm.

Right. The test.

Well, get on with it, then.

Yes, sir, but you realise

that if the test is tomorrow,

Sir Rupert and Mr Wilcox

and Mr Lachlan

will now be arriving today?

Rupie's coming?

Mmm.

Splendid!

Dinner, then, I expect.

I expect so, sir.

Well, get the chef on alert, Leo!

No time to waste!

Come on, man!

We are the military!

Yes, sir!

Dinner!

Now, I'm sure you blokes

will be nothing but delighted

to know that instead of having

four days to finish this tower,

we have a little over 16 hours.

Not only that, the test impact

team has to move bloody fast.

We need the tank in place,

the test dummies in place,

the goats in place.

That wasn't your answer

last night!

But seriously, fellas,

these things are important,

'cause we need to know

what our bombs do.

Now, there are

some very big wigs coming,

so we can't f*ck this up,

because we all know

who'll get the blame.

Captain Allen is here

if you have any questions,

but if you do have

any questions,

Captain Allen will

reduce you to tears.

Off you trot.

What do you think, Jack?

Bloody tighter than

a nun's nasty, mate.

It's possible, though, right?

I mean, we're halfway through.

The foundations are fine.

We did it before. In May.

That tower was

half the height, mate!

I know, but we've got no choice.

I've got these nobs arriving

in a bit, so if you need me,

use the radio

or send a runner to Watto.

I'll check in with him

every half-hour.

Right away, Jack!

It's all hands on deck

here at Maralinga,

deep inside

the Australian desert,

as our troops and scientists

prepare for the next

British atomic b*mb test.

The timing is

down to the second,

as our boys swelter in the heat

constructing the tower

from which the b*mb

shall be dropped.

But they know it's all worth it,

for they're helping to secure

the Empire's future

in the atomic age.

- Can we stop?

- Why?

Jesus, Murph, you know why!

Just pull up, would you?

Hey, what if she's dead?

She's not

She's not dead. Murph, why

Why would you say that?

Because if she is dead

and someone else finds her,

we're gonna be

in a world of sh*t.

You don't think

that if we find her dead,

we're not gonna be

in a world of sh*t anyway?

Right.

Huh?

So if we find her dead,

we have to bury her.

No other choice.

Murph, she's not

she's not dead.

Get in the car, mate.

She's not dead.

This is such rubbish.

Seriously, this is

dwarves and goblins.

Not dwarves and goblins.

This is a children's book,

Jonesy.

Lord of the Rings is not

a children's book, Von.

It's a complex moral allegory,

a whole new world.

Tolkien is a professor of

English at Oxford University.

Looks to me like

he can barely spell.

I like James Bond. You

ever read James Bond, Jonesy?

Jonesy's read everything.

He's a real brain box.

Oh.

So, Jonesy? James Bond?

Uh Fleming's good

at what he does.

- It's, uh it's fun.

- I'd love to meet a spy.

But how would you know

they were a spy?

Like, if he was a really good spy,

you wouldn't know, right?

I guess.

So, what are you

reading now, Jonesy?

Hmm?

Oh, uh, Lolita by Nabokov.

So, what's that about, then?

Um

The Sydney Cricket

Ground last Saturday.

St George defeated Balmain

18-2. Bloody Dragons!

Leo, what can I say?

They said they'd be here Tuesday.

So the order's coming Monday.

They'll just have to do

like the rest of us.

Doug, you know how it works

with these people.

If there's good food

and decent plonk

and they get pissed enough,

they go back to Canberra

raving about us.

If not, I end up in the sh*t

with the minister,

you end up in the sh*t with me.

So, here's what I want you to do.

Cable another order.

Make sure someone picks it up

in Adelaide and gets it to Bernie

before he takes off

with the High Commissioner.

Is that all?

It doesn't sound hard to me.

Doug, do I really need

to make this an order?

Whew!

How do they know it's empty?

What?

They keep telling us

there's no-one out here.

How do they know that, d*ck?

Surveyors, I expect.

Surveyors?

I can't account for every

square inch of the nation, Phil,

but that's how

we've been briefed.

Terra nullius.

Empty land!

Jesus.

I mean, we both know

there are people out here, d*ck.

Don't we?

Depends on how the Constitution

defines 'people', Phil.

Corinne? Cor?

Leo. What can I do for you?

It's not another little rash, is it?

I, um

Can we have a quiet word?

Mmm.

Mm-hm?

What's the problem?

I need to be able to trust you.

I thought it was the other way

around. But anyway

To be discreet.

For old times' sake.

Well, I certainly won't do it

for old times' sake.

Hey, we'll always have Paris,

won't we?

That was different.

That was wartime.

I was feeling combative.

What is it, Leo?

I'm just wondering if you may

have seen a girl here today

that you don't recognise.

Leo, there are only six women

on this base.

Well, the girl I'm talking about

isn't from this base.

Short, blonde

What was she doing here?

Well, that's not the issue.

Ah. The rumours are true.

You're flying hookers in.

Again, not the issue.

And you've lost one? Seriously?

I haven't seriously lost one,

but one may be seriously lost.

Have you seen

an unfamiliar female face

in the last five or six hours

or not?

No, I haven't.

OK. It was a long shot.

I thought she might have had

an accident. Thank you.

Uh, Leo, before you go,

can I rely on your discretion

in return?

Of course.

You know Alice?

Yeah. What about her?

She told me last week

that she'd been r*ped.

What?

Here, on the base.

Jesus. Why hasn't she reported it?

You can't report anything

in this place.

Especially if you're a woman.

And especially if the r*pist

is someone with clout.

Who was it?

She wouldn't tell me.

An officer?

I promise you, if I knew,

I would tell you.

It might be an officer.

He spoke well, apparently.

How did it happen?

She was going to the latrine.

It was just before dawn.

He knocked her out.

She woke up in the back

of a jeep, bound and gagged.

He drove her out about

five miles and he r*ped her.

He left her there to die.

She managed to break free

and make her own way back.

Do you think she'd tell me

who it was?

Oh, God, men can be so stupid

sometimes!

What makes you think that

she would trust you over me?

If she makes a charge, and if

it's an officer or a scientist,

it'll be her word against his

and she'll go down.

They'll lock her up.

Or worse, they'll pull out

the Official Secrets Act.

The girls are scared, Leo.

Do all the girls know?

Of course all the girls know.

It was scary enough when there

were 2,000 men to six women,

and now at least one of

the 2,000 is a r*pist.

We walk in pairs after dark now.

If Alice won't talk, I don't

have anything to go on, Cor.

Nor do I.

But you really run the place,

so I thought you ought to know.

I've had enough of this!

Where do you think you're going?

I can't just sit here

and do nothing, Jonesy.

You girls really need

to think this through.

Yeah, I have. It's all

I've been doing, is thinking!

Oh, you have? Oh, good.

'Cause if you have,

you know you'd be busted

a few seconds after

you walk through that door,

which means we all get busted,

which in turn means

no-one's gonna be out there

looking for Carmen

Is that it?

No, Molly.

There is one more thing

you should be aware of.

Being found on a top-secret

military facility

without official authorisation

is a serious criminal offence.

The trial will be held

in camera,

which, ironically,

means in secret.

You probably won't be

allowed a lawyer.

And if the charges were to relate

to allegations of espionage

and you are found guilty,

you will be ex*cuted.

But then, so will we,

if that's of any comfort.

So, what do you think?

I think our price just

went up considerably.

Well, where the f*ck are we?!

Have you considered

the possibility

that this might be the PM's way

of getting rid of us?

You've got to be kidding me!

I told you

To have us disappear

in the desert?

Nothing would surprise me, Phil.

Well, I can understand

why he'd want to get rid of you.

But me?

I've never been

out here before, alright?

I'm sorry?

f*ck!

Well, you're

the only alternative.

The only person who could

really put up a challenge.

Has it not occurred to you?

Three men who've never

driven this route before

I stand by the Prime Minister

100%, Phil.

You'll find no more loyal support

than mine to our current leader.

Oh, Christ.

It has occurred to you.

And I'm no threat.

Hello!

To be honest,

I don't think the PM likes me.

You know, on a

We're f*cked.

..on a personal level,

I always feel like

he's suffering my company.

Rough show, old boy.

Uh

No idea, boss.

I mean, we can go further out,

but in which direction?

Leo, we're hungry!

Uh, well, we'll we'll get you

something to eat, Mol.

We are hungry, mate.

Well, then go to the mess.

It's not f*ck'

rocket science, Murph!

Hey, um

..there's something

I need to tell you guys.

That'd be bloody Rupert.

Driver, I suggest

you follow that plane.

Yes, sir.

Leo!

Whoa! I hope Frank is

bloody up for it.

Raring to go, Your Excellency.

You remember St John.

Afternoon.

Er, Henskens.

Sorry to bugger up

your timetable, Leo,

but I can't keep my PM waiting,

can I?

He's absolutely sh1tting himself

over this Suez thing.

At least we'll soon have

a resolution

for the bloody Middle East

one way or the other!

Hey, St John, did you know,

Leo here blew up a whole load

of Nazis at the Meuse at Givet?

Bit of a legend

with the engineers.

Of course I knew, sir.

I thought everyone knew.

Oh, that's alright. Rub it in.

I'm getting on, I know.

Come on, let's go.

Thank Christ.

This is the only good thing

that's happened today.

Ah, you're welcome, my son.

Should be quite a feast.

Give us a ride.

Aren't you going back

to Adelaide?

No. Rupe has to leave

first thing.

And they say there's

heavy weather around Adelaide,

so might as well kip here.

A couple of cables, Excellency.

This one from Lady Edgely.

Oh!

Tell her yes

to the swimming pool,

but no to the second gazebo.

This from the Prime Minister.

Ah!

St John, can you imagine it?

Your Grimmett's gonna go

to the hunt.

See, I told you

it was worthwhile going back.

I bet you Eden wants to sh**t

Eeyore's ba*ls off.

Oh.

What?

Oh, this, er Suez kerfuffle

seems to be getting out of hand

a little bit.

Israel and Egypt are

upping their game.

Ah, Cranky, you old b*stard, you!

How are you?

Tickety-boo, Rupe. Tickety-boo.

Ah, you've got drinks.

Excellent.

Well, I may join you.

Oh.

Er, another whisky, will you?

So. How's Marjory?

Oh, fine.

Of course,

I haven't seen her for

Can't even remember

how long I've been here.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So good to see you.

The scientists are here

to give their report, sir.

What? Already?

f*ck, I've barely had

two seconds talking to Cranky!

Apologies, Your Excellency.

Very well.

Herd the boffins in.

Gentlemen.

Good evening.

I'm sorry.

I I don't understand you.

I need to go back to the camp.

I've got to catch a plane.

You know a plane.

This is the BBC.

Facing a hostile and vocal

opposition in the House today,

Prime Minister Eden

assured the House

that after thorough

investigation,

there are definitely

no more KGB spies

in British government agencies.

He says that the likes of Guy

Burgess and Donald Maclean

Ministers. You made it.

Carmichael.

Attorney.

Minister.

Carmichael.

I presume you'd both like to change

and freshen up before dinner.

Of course.

Your your quarters

are just this way.

Really hard and really fast.

I can bat.

Right, you can beat him?

Ask him. I can bat.

Really. Donald Bradman.

Overrated, mate.

Yeah.

He's Batman.

I'm starting to feel

like a prisoner in here.

Um, I'll have one dark beauty

from the top.

OK. One dark beauty

for the flyboy.

If I don't take a bath

soon, I'm I'm gonna go nuts.

I'm out.

Well, I am in for five.

Ooh! Someone's being flashy.

Well, if you've got it, why not?

Well, we'll see about that.

I am out.

Oh, well, unless Molly's

I'm out.

Oh. Hello. OK. Then, um

..Yvonne and I are gonna need

a little bit of privacy.

No, no, no, no, no!

What's f*cking wrong with you?!

You f*cking idiot!

f*cking all in together!

The general and His Excellency

are just through here.

Very well.

They're with the scientists.

Started without us?

Were we that late?

Guess we were.

Hold on.

You're a little off whack.

Major.

I just have the Attorney-General

and Defence Minister.

Bad time, I'm afraid.

Just a couple of minutes.

Oh.

They just need a few more moments,

Ministers.

For what?

That's just what

I was told, Attorney.

Excuse me.

I've had it up to here

with being treated this way!

We're ministers of the Crown!

I served in the Great w*r!

I'm as loyal as any man alive

to Queen and country,

but, Christ, sometimes, Phil

I mean, do you actually know

what they're really doing here?

Because I don't!

I'm just the defence minister.

They wouldn't tell me.

I don't think the PM knows.

And worse still,

I don't think he cares!

Whatever Churchill and Eden

ask him,

Ming just drops 'em

without even blinking!

Gentlemen.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Ministers.

So sorry to have kept you.

Jesus Christ!

I can't help it, mate.

Mate, she's a hooker.

You don't fall for hookers.

It's the golden rule

of prostitution.

In fact, it defeats the whole

point of the exercise

if you do fall for her!

Look, just listen to me,

you idiot.

Step one, you're gonna

go back there

and shake hands with Bern, yeah?

Step two?

Who cares? There is no step two!

You sound like a f*cking

14-year-old!

It's 1956, mate. Grow up.

So, Rupert, how are things

with the Americans right now?

All well.

And you're not doing these tests

in Nevada because?

Well, this is

Commonwealth land, d*ck.

And we're gathering

extremely useful information

and we want to keep it

in the family.

I see.

Because they tell me they don't

want to play sharesies with you.

You know, what with

all your red spy scandals.

I was in Washington

a couple of months ago,

and they seem to fear

there are more British agents

spying for the Russians

than there are spying

for the British.

Nonsense!

It's just blood

under the bridge.

I'm just curious, Rupert.

Of course, after

that press conference

the other day in Moscow

with Burgess and Maclean

confessing to everything,

I feared that might gum up

the works with the Yanks a bit.

Well let me

allay your fears, Dickie.

I'm sure it's all tickety-boo.

I'm so relieved.

You got lost driving around

the nation's attorney-general

and its defence minister?

Not a bloody clue, sir!

They gave me a map

that was printed in 1926.

How did the nobs take it?

Oh, they were OK

about it, really.

Had a right to have the shits

in my book,

but d*ck just read

most of the time.

'd*ck'? You're referring to

d*ck Wilcox,

you know, the Attorney-General.

I don't know his surname, sir.

I know they were both ministers,

but they were just

d*ck and Phil to me.

Phil slept a lot.

Sounds like he had

a busy night before,

if you know what I mean, sir.

Really? A lady?

Well, could be ladies

by the sound of things.

Oh, no!

You wouldn't think so

looking at him, would you?

Not in a million years.

Yeah, but he sounds

like a busy fella.

Still waters, Baxter.

Yeah.

God, he's terrified that

Menzies is gonna find out.

Really?

That's us there.

There was a young man

from Devizes

Who had ba*ls that were

two different sizes.

The right one was small

And was no good at all

But the left one was huge

and won prizes!

Oh, excellent!

Oh, look. Easy. h* h*!

Oh!

Oh!

To progress!

Progress!

It's the riveting, mate.

Takes a f*ck' age.

- Faster, dickhead!

- Sorry, Cap.

Well, we could get there in time

if we just skip two and four.

Skip the riveting?!

Mmm.

On a tower which will explode

a nuclear b*mb?

The tower's going anyway, mate.

Trust me, it'll still take

the weight. It'll be fine.

It's your call, mate.

Two out of four, Jack.

Jesus. It's never

f*ck' easy, is it?

I'll just be a sec.

What the hell's happened here?

The girls and I have

decided to go back to Adelaide.

All we can do here

is sit and wait.

But I want to be very clear

about something.

You have to promise me

that you will find Carmen, OK?

And

..if it's bad, I don't care

what happens to us,

I'll be speaking to some of

my powerful friends in Adelaide.

You've got 48 hours.

And if I can't find her

in 48 hours?

You know what I mean by

"my powerful friends", Leo.

So, what's your plan?

My plan is to make sure

we all don't get ex*cuted

in the next 48 hours.

There are some very serious

people here right now,

including the Attorney-General

and the Defence Minister.

If they find out

about you girls, we all

What?

Leo, what?

Word is the Defence Minister

has certain appetites.

Well, maybe some insurance

might be useful.

Insurance.

Sure. That's how I'd put it.

We could use some.

Well, I'll see you

in the morning, old boy.

I don't know how you managed

to scratch together

such a marvellous dinner out here

in this godforsaken place.

See you in the morning, Rupert.

Goodnight. Sleep well.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Thank you, Corporal.

See you at dawn.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Oh, er, by the way, St John

Ah, yes, the Suez note.

Well remembered, Excellency.

I'll, er I'll dig it out.

Come on in. Goodnight, Henskens.

Goodnight, Corporal.

Thank you, Henskens.

Goodnight, Your Excellency.

Mr Moore.

What is it? What's wrong?

Get me a drink, will you?

Huh?

Yes!

Minister?

Yes?

May I come in?

Wh what is it?

I I need to talk to you

in private.

I'm a friend of

a friend of yours.

Arthur Haskell?

Artie?

Yeah.

He's a very important

politician too, right?

He's a friend.

Oh.

Well, I'm a friend too.

You can't come back with me.

Not to London or Canberra.

What do you mean?

The cable from the PM.

What are you talking about?

I think we may have

been rumbled.

What?

But Gladys has known for years.

Oh! It's not my sodding wife

who's rumbled us!

Apparently there are whispers

about us in Whitehall.

I think it's Macmillan.

It seems everybody knows

about you and Guy Burgess.

So

..you're gonna have to stay put

for a while.

At least while I'm in London.

I'll read the room

..and we can talk

when I get back.

Stay put?

Here?

But this is where

we send people to die.

What?!

We'll be picking you up

in 20 minutes, Minister,

to take you to the test.

What?

Yes

..fine.

Yep.

Alright.

d*ck! It's me!

I need to come in.

Yes?

Oh, d*ck!

What?

We've got a problem.

What have you done?

We've got a problem.

I really need your help.

What?

Oh, Christ!

Oh, Christ, d*ck,

we've been set up!

We've got to fix it.

I don't know who's done this!

Why would they do that?

Why do you insist on bringing

your sh*t to my door?!

You're not listening

to me, d*ck!

What do I have to do with it?

We need to fix this now!

You've got to help me

get out of this!

Oh, shut up! Just shut up!

I could have you out of cabinet

in a heartbeat.

Why shouldn't I tell the PM

about this debacle

and throw you under a bus?!

I'll tell you.

It'll hurt you politically

more than it'll hurt him.

You've gone out of your way to

align yourself with this place.

They're flying prostit*tes

into the facility! Booze!

Narcotics, probably!

You're in a tricky

situation, d*ck.

I'm in a tricky situation?!

You're in a tricky situation.

You still want to be

prime minister? Do you?!

Go on.

OK.

In the public's eye, you're

still too much like Menzies.

Stern, patrician.

I mean, it isn't a matter

of trying to bring him down,

it's a matter of

trying to lift you up.

And how do you propose

I do that?

OK, you can make

a few phone calls

in the interest of

making this little debacle

..be handled with

With sensitivity and discretion.

And discretion. Exactly!

And why would I do that?

Because when you do make

your move on the PM,

you're gonna need every

South Australian MP on your side,

and I'm the only

cabinet minister

who can help you do that.

So, come on.

I know. Alright.

Give those to me.

Alright, alright. You go.

We're gonna fix this?

I'll meet you there.

Go on.

I need to get dressed.

The preparations

are coming together.

Military, scientific

and diplomatic personnel

make sure nothing can be left

to chance or error.

Even George the Goat here

is prepared to do his bit

for the realm.

When asked if he had any doubts

about his contribution,

he replied he wouldn't have

a 'baa' of it.

Tension grows

as General the Lord Crankford

and His Excellency

Sir Rupert Edgely

mount the platform

with other dignitaries

to ensure nothing goes wrong.

There are tense moments.

As the countdown approaches,

the tension mounts and mounts.

Time bracket open.

Phase marks completed.

All signals certify compliance.

Zone 1 armed.

Zone 2 armed.

Zone 3 armed.

Ten. Nine.

Eight. Seven.

Six. Five

Turn your backs, everyone!

Three. Two.

One.

Bravo!

Mentite lagrime

Fallaci sguardi

Voci ingannevoli,

vezzi bugiardi

Son le primarie lor qualita

Son le primarie lor qualita

In noi non amano

che il lor diletto

Poi ci dispregiano,

neganci affetto

Ne val da' barbari

chieder pieta

Ne val da' barbari

chieder pieta

Chieder pieta

Chieder pieta

Paghiam o femmine,

d'ugual moneta

Questa malefica

razza indiscreta

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

La la la, la la la,

la la la la

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

A la la, la la la, la la la la

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

Amiam per comodo, per vanita

Please tell me you found Carmen.

We found someone else.

So, you're just

assuming she's a spy?

I thought

you released three of those

last night, Dr Ratchett.

And another six this morning.

Need to establish a trail

if ever there is one.

I think it's a woman's ring.

Why was she out there?

Your Mr Moore. Tongues are

wagging in Whitehall, Rupe.

St John and I have decided

that it's about time

we met some Aborigines.

I'm from the Australian Security

and Intelligence Organisation.

ASIO.