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Mr. Speaker, will the 30s
go down as the decade,

which witnessed the destruction
and downfall of
the British empire?

That witnessed
the wanton self-destruction

of the British empire.
If India were
granted self-government,

it would mark the downfall
of the British empire.

It would mark and consummate
the downfall of
the British empire.

Mr. Inches,
you're wanted!

On my way.
? happy days are here again ?
? all together, ?
? shout it now then ?

good morning, Inches.
Good morning, madam.
You'd better do something
about miss Sarah's gramophone.

I don't want to start the day
with another family altercation.
No, madam.
Hello, mummy.
Good morning, darling.
Inches, kindly tell my daughter
to turn off that
bloody gramophone.

Trashy music all over the house.
There you go, sir.
She knows I can't stand it,
why does she do it?

Leave it to me, sir, will you?
Have you been drinking?
This time of the morning?
Certainly not.

If you have, I hope it's
your damn whiskey and not mine.

What time is
Mrs. P coming?

Early afternoon, sir.
Early afternoon,
why not this morning?

Because you told her not to come
till after lunch, sir.

Pure invention,
I did nothing of the sort.

You said you were
going to town this morning, sir,

so, she would not be required
until after lunch.

Well, I've changed my mind,
I need to redraft this speech.

Yes, sir.
Get her here now!

Thank you.
Mrs. Churchill?
Mrs. landing.
Good morning, madam.
Is something the matter?
What's wrong?

It's Mr. monks,
madam.

Butcher?
Yes, madam.
It seems we haven't paid
his bill for several weeks.

And it says he'd rather not
provide us with anymore meat

until the account's settled.
Inches!
I'll write a check
and you can send one of
the girls to deliver it.

Inches, liver salts.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
Morning.
Randolph, you look dreadful.
Thank you, mama.
All those double brandies
late last night.

I'm not in the same league
as my beloved papa.

It's very bad of a young man
of your age to drink so much.

Don't start nagging at this time
of the morning, please?

Let me wake up first.
Who is it?
Winston, have you
paid Mr. monks?

Have what?
The butcher from Westerham,
have you paid his bills?

My dear Clemmie, I'm trying
to save India from Mr. Gandhi

and his gang of
subversive Hindus

to save British imperial power
from a disastrous eclipse,
and save the Tory party

from an act of
shame and dishonour.

In other words,
you haven't paid the bill.

For God-sake, woman,
I can't do everything!

Good morning,
Mrs. P!

Good morning, Mary!
How she doing?
Fine, thank you.
You look lovely!
I thought he said after lunch.
He did, he's changed his mind.
I do wish he wouldn't do that.
I'd arranged to take the girls
into Westerham to buy some shoes.

Heaven knows when I'll get
another opportunity.

Mr. Churchill?
Ah, Mrs. P,
at last!

Good morning.
We have much to do and very
little time in which to do it.

Inches, please
tell Mr. Churchill

I've decided to go
to town with him.

What time will he be leaving?
11:30, madam.
On the dot.
We'll revise this speech
and go on to the second chapter
on the way up to London.
Today?
Anything wrong with that?
No, no, of course not,
Mr. Churchill.

And bring my notes
for the battle of Blenheim.

There you are, Clemmie,
did I keep you waiting?

Not more than usual.
Good morning,
Mrs. Churchill.

How are you,
Mrs. P?

Well, I think I'm fine...
She's as happy as a clam,
aren't you, Mrs. P?

Don't let him boss you about,
he's a dreadful bully.

Nonsense,
Mrs. P adores me.

How are you getting on with
"the Duke of Marlborough"?

Very well.
Volume two, chapter 20,
the battle of Blenheim.

We're already
on page 800-something.

I think the publishers hoped
for something a little shorter.

Bugger the publishers,
this is more than a biography.

It's a panegyric.
A tribute to my great
and illustrious ancestor.

Get a move on, Jenner,
overtake, overtake!

Remember when
Randolph and I went off

to see the battlefield?
Of course.
Well, I dreamt
about it last night.

I could see everything.
The enemy being routed,
Europe saved
from those ravaging hordes,

and there was Marlborough,
riding into history.
Our eyes met.
I think he smiled at me.
You shouldn't have had
so much cheese.

Stilton always
gives you nightmares.

Mr. Speaker,
the loss of India
would mark and consummate
the downfall

of the British empire.
If we cannot
do our duty in India,

we shall have shown
ourselves unworthy

to preserve the vast empire
which still centres
upon this small island.

It is alarming
and also nauseating
to see Mr. Gandhi,

a seditious
middle temple lawyer,

now posing as a fakir of a type
well known in the east,

striding half naked up the steps
of the viceregal palace

to parley on equal terms
with the representative
of the king emperor.

Councils, private
members, bills, second reading.

What a monstrous speech.
You're his friend, bracken.
You should tell Winston
to stop making

it's pathetic.
Britain is losing her grip
on its imperial affairs.

He's trying to stop the rot.
Rubbish.
Winston's a self-serving
opportunist.

That's why nobody trusts him,
no sense of loyalty.

Thanks, tom.
Does this party
count for nothing?

Is it disloyal
to defend something

one believes in passionately?
He's attacking
government policy,

which means he's attacking
his own damn party.

It's about time he toed the line
and stopped being
such a bloody nuisance.

It's the wrong hat, tom.
Mr. woods,
this is appalling.

You must remember
that your husband
lost a very substantial sum

as a result
of the wall street crash.

We're bankrupt.
Not exactly.
But I have made it clear
to your husband

that economies are necessary.
What did he say?
He promised to cut down
to three bottles of champagne
in the evening.

There was a time
when people used to
rush into the chamber

to hear me speak.
"It's Winston," they'd cry.
"Winston's
on his feet."

Now they hurry away,
as if to avoid
an embarrassing accident.

I'm finished, Brendan.
Nonsense.
A ghost...
Witnessing my own demise.
Diana.
Desmond.
Have you met my husband?
Briefly at the wedding,
good to see you again.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.
Hello, Morton,
how's the spying game?

I'm not a spy, Randolph,
I'm a civil servant.

Yes, yes. Where's your father?
I'm afraid he's having
a black dog day.

We're relying on you
to shake him out of it.

He came back from London
in a terrible mood

and he's been like that
ever since.

Winston!
C'mon, Winston,
lunch in five minutes.

Dogs look up to you,
cats look down on you.

Pigs treat you as equals.
What is it?
India?

Partly.
Partly these.
What about them?
Full of Herr Hitler.
Made me think.
When I was 35,
I was home secretary,

37, first lord of the admiralty,
at 50, chancellor of the
exchequer, doing pretty well.

Not bad.
Now look at me.
No power, no prospect of power.
Look at Hitler.
From bugger all
to head of state in 10 years.

Come and have some lunch.
Not hungry.
Everyone's waiting.
Let them wait.
Come and have a drink at least.
What have you got there?
I'll show you indoors.
Will it cheer me up?
Not exactly.
You may be right about Germany.
What do you mean?
What is all this?
It's a report from
our air attaché in Berlin.

He says the Nazis have in
training over 8,000 pilots.

Sounds as if Hitler
is creating an air force.
I would say so.
Yes, but the prime minister
would not.

God help us, Desmond.
England is lost
in a pacifist dream.

People prefer that
to the nightmare of war.

Passchendaele and the Somme
are all too close for comfort.
If people are dreaming,
it means they're asleep.

It's time they bloody woke up.
Mr. Baldwin?
Prime minister.
My government is very displeased
by a number of scurrilous
and totally unfounded attacks
on the third Reich

that seem to emanate
from the office of

sir Robert?
Yes, I'll make
the appropriate inquiries.

If it's true, we shall take
immediate action.

I deplore any attempt
to create feelings
of doubt and suspicion.

I am anxious to
work closely with Germany

under the new order.
Thank you,
Mr. Baldwin.

Mr. Wigram,
perhaps you will let me know
the results of these inquiries.

The most recent dispatch
from our ambassador

reported that Nazi policy
is intensely anti-Jewish.

Is that "scurrilous
and totally unfounded"?

The Jews have become
far too prominent

in many aspects of German life.
Their influence
is disproportionate.

Our policies are merely
adjusting the balance.

Is that why you built a
concentration camp outside Munich?

It is a place of protective
custody, Mr. Wigram.

And remember, please,
it was the British

who invented
the concentration camp,

during the Boer war, I believe.
We are merely following
your good example.

Jolly good
what you said in there.

Nothing but bully boys,
these damn Nazis.

Well, they get away with it,
that's the trouble.

And nobody does
anything about it.

That's right, they don't.
Very alarming.
It is.
Desmond Morton.
Ralph Wigram.
Foreign office,
central department.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry,
have we met before?

I'm terrible at faces.
I'm afraid it's my training,
military intelligence.

I have a filing cabinet
instead of a mind.

I'm going to Charring Cross,
can I drop you somewhere?

Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Deuce.
I think she wants to
do it professionally.

Annoying people?
No, the stage.
Nonsense.
Girls go on the stage
to marry into a good family.

Sarah already belongs
to a good family.

Ladies do not
become chorus girls.

There's no cake.
Pardon, sir?
You've forgotten the cake.
There isn't any, sir.
That's what I'm telling you,
we don't have any cake, Winston.
That's what she means.
We don't have any cake,
of course we have cake.

Dundee cake from Fortnum's.
Thank you, Peggy.
Yes, ma'am.
What on earth's going on?
We have to make
economies, Winston.

What are you talking about?
I'm worried about money,
I went to see Mr. woods.

Four queens, why?
He's my accountant
as well as yours, Winston.

You could've told me,
we could've gone together.

I wanted to see exactly
how bad things are.

Could be worse,
that's the answer.

We've got the most
enormous overdraft.

We're paying it off.
No, we're not.
For God-sake, Clemmie,
I'm working day and night.

All these articles
for the evening standard,

not to mention
the constituency work.

I know, that's why
we have to economize.

Like depriving me
of my Dundee cake.

You're paying
all of Randolph's debts.

Randolph is hopeless with money,
we all know that.

He's irresponsible.
I'll talk to him.
It's your turn.
What?
Oh, it's not...

It is, come along.
You just won the last trick.
Bezique, double bezique.
Well, score it.
Double bezique, 500 points.
Winston, I know how to score.
Well, do it.
It's not just Randolph, it's
this house, it's Chartwell.

That's where all the money goes.
All-right, all-right.
We employ 18 people here.
Surely not.
It's ruinously expensive,
we should never have bought it.
Don't start that again, please.
You went behind my back.
I did not.
You knew I didn't like it and
you deliberately deceived me.

That's not true.
I've never saw
such an ugly house.

You may find the house ugly,
I do not.

Anyway that's beside the point.
Come with me.
What for?
I want to show you something.
Don't change the subject.
I'm not.
Come with me, please.
That's why I bought it.
Not because the house
is beautiful,

but because of that.
What you can see from the house.
England.
Look at it, Clemmie.
Nowhere in the world
could you find a landscape
more ravishing than that.

And it's ours
to look at and to cherish
for the rest of our lives.

I would die for it Clemmie.
Oh, Winston.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Ralph!
Some rather unwelcome news,
I'm afraid.

The cabinet has decided
to sell aircraft engines

to the Germans.
I don't believe it.
To be precise,
118 rolls Royce PV-12 Merlins.

God almighty.
Designed for civilian use,
I am told,

but we both know they can
be used for fighter planes.

This is total madness.
Trade should have no boundaries,
says the chancellor
of the exchequer.

If we don't sell
the Germans engines,

well, I suppose there's
some sort of logic in that.

What are we doing here, van?
We make recommendations,
write briefing notes,

nobody listens,
nobody in downing street
gives a damn.

Well, they're not
very interested in

uncomfortable things
like political reality.

Bumpity-bump,
one more Charlie.

Bumpity-bump,
one more, hey.

Well done, Charlie.
Let's go home and warm.
Surely the Germans
aren't allowed to rearm.

Try telling that
to Mr. Hitler.

Why doesn't the government
do something?

They don't want to provoke
another war, who does?

And they feel guilty.
About what?
The treaty of Versailles,
it was far too punitive.

It robbed the Germans
of their self-esteem.

He's tired out, ma'am,
I'm getting him ready for bed.
Thank you, Ethel.
Shall we go up?
Mr. Baldwin believes
a strong Germany

will keep Russia in its place.
The government
regards the communists

as a greater threat
than the Nazis.

And are they?
I think not.
Nazism is more than just
a political movement.

It's a cult,
a religion based on the idea
of racial purity.

Mankind, the Nazis believe,
is divided between

the man-gods and the sub-humans,
aliens who will be used
as beasts of burden

or merely disposed of.
Those with pure Aryan blood
are the man-gods.

The beasts are the Jews.
You ready for bed?
Charlie.
Daddy.
Oh, Charlie, my boy.
Hello, beautiful boy.
You ready for bed?
Yes, you ready for bed?
Sweet dreams, big man.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
Goodnight.
What part of Germany
are you from, Herr Barron?

Bavaria, some
10 Miles from Munich.

Do you know it?
I was there last year
with my family.

On holiday?
No, researching for my book
on the Duke of Marlborough.

Having a look
at the battlefields.

How very exciting.
One has to visit
the actual places,

tread the terrain, as it were.
We nearly had tea with Hitler.
In Munich?
At the ambassador's hotel.
The Regina hotel.
The ambassador's in Vienna.
Please don't interrupt me when
I'm trying to interrupt you!

Have you ever seen Herr Hitler?
I've met him.
Really, when was this?
Quite recently, I was
having dinner with friends.

Hitler was the principal guest.
What's he like?
My first impression...
Insignificance.
Utterly insignificant.
A Gray face, slate Gray.
Melancholy jet black eyes,
like raisins.

A figure out of a ghost story.
He talked on and on endlessly.
Out of Parsifal, he said...
"I shall make
a religion."

His oily hair fell into
his face when he ranted.

Then...
Quite suddenly he left.
He bowed to me like a waiter
who has just received
a fair tip.

When he left,
nobody moved,
nobody spoke.
We all sat in silence.
Rather like this.
After the great war
we were told that Germany

would be a democracy with
parliamentary institutions.

All this has been swept away,
what do you have?

Dictatorship,
the most grim dictatorship.

You have the persecution
of the Jews.

You have militarism and appeals
to every form
of fighting spirit.

Baldwin won't like that.
He sincerely believes that
Hitler does not want war.

Baldwin.
Not just Baldwin, many others.
Well, they're wrong.
You think so, I think so.
But don't
underestimate them, Winston.

They admire Hitler.
Genuinely, they won't like it.
Well, they can lump it.
Order! Order!
You have dictatorship,
most grim dictatorship.

Order!
You have the persecution
of the Jews.

You have militarism,
and appeals to every form
of fighting spirit.

Germany wants peace!
We have steadily marched
backward since the great war.

Fears are greater,
rivalries are sharper.
Military plans are
more closely concerted,

and because of our disarmament,
Britain is weaker.

Order!
Order!

The right of the good gentleman
must be heard!

The war mentality...
The war mentality
is springing up again.

Britain's hour of weakness
is Europe's hour of danger.

Mr. Pettifer.
Mr. Speaker,
although one is loathe

to criticize anyone
in the evening of his days,

nothing can excuse
the right honourable member

for Epping for having
permeated his entire speech

with the atmosphere that
Germany is arming for war.

May I remind the right
honourable member,

that a poll conducted
by the league of nations

found that over 90%
of the British people

favour international disarmament.
And let us not forget
that a child born on the day
the great war ended

is now just old enough
to die in the next great war.

It is our duty
Mr. Speaker,

to ensure that there is
no next great war.

This country wants peace!
People say, "oh,
Winston won't mind,

he's used to
being shouted at."

Well, they're wrong,
and it hurts deeply.

Especially from your own party.
The Tory's don't want
to be made to think.

What you're saying is right.
That's what matters.
They don't listen,
that's what matters.

It's like banging your head
against a brick wall.

One can't go on forever.
Most men of my age have retired.
They do a bit of gardening,
enjoy a spot of golf,

enjoy a few years of quietude.
And die.
All those dreams of standing
shoulder to shoulder

with Marlborough
and the other heroes...

Stupid nonsense!
If you give up now,
then you'll never know.

Give up, give up what?
There's nothing to give up.
You're depressed,
black dog's barking.

Perhaps he's barking the truth.
Winston, do you remember last
year when Inches fell ill?

No.
It wasn't the flu,
it was something more serious.

Why didn't you tell me?
Because he told me not to.
The doctor said he should
give up work completely,

but he refused.
"Mr. Churchill
needs me," he said,

and it's not just Inches,
it's Mrs. P, the staff,

your constituency workers,
me, we're all the same.

You have the ability
to make people carry on

no matter what.
You're only trying
to cheer me up, well, don't.

Winston, all these years
I've put up with

the miseries of political life,
because I believe in you

and somehow I survived.
But to have you here
all the time in retirement,

bad tempered,
getting in everybody's way.

That is something
I just could not survive.

You're getting
pretty good at this, Winston.

90 bricks an hour,
isn't that right, Harry?

Nearer to 60, I should say, sir.
Oh, very well, very well.
Between 60 and 90.
I've become a member
of the amalgamated union
of building workers.

Fully paid up.
Very good.
This material you're feeding me
about the German air force.

It's too generalized.
Facts and figures,
that's what I need.

Not easy, that stuff
doesn't come in my direction.

So, how do I get hold of it?
To be honest,
I don't think you can.

It's top secret, eyes only.
Goes straight to
the foreign office.

See what you can do.
I got thrashed again
in the house last week.

I need muscle, Desmond.
I need to fight back.
Come in.
Ah, Ralph, I thought
you left ages ago.

Well, I've been reading this.
Drink?
Yes.
It's a report from Berlin.
Hitler's cabinet
has approved a new law.

It means, in effect,
the compulsory sterilization

of all those suffering
from hereditary illnesses

which are deemed and I quote,
to affect the health
of the nation.

Racial purity, this...
This is just the beginning.
I'll have a word
with the prime minister.

Much good that'll do,
he'll just say

it's German domestic policy
and has nothing to do with us.

Which is true.
In all honesty, Ralph,
there's very little I can do,

if anything.
You, on the other hand,
may think otherwise.

Have you bought any of this
to the attention
of the government?

I've tried.
I've sent briefing notes
to Mr. Baldwin

and all members of the cabinet.
Have you had any reaction?
Nobody pays any attention.
Hitler's war machine's
getting more powerful every day

and the British public's
being deliberately misinformed.

Or at least deliberately
kept in the dark.

I've made a summary of the
figures issued by the government

comparing our military strength
with that of Germany.

On the next page
are my own figures,

which are much nearer the truth.
Germany will soon
be strong enough

to wage an aggressive war.
Which is what I believe
they intend to do.

Your figures are very precise.
Much more so than
the information I have.

Presumably you have access to
other reports, other statistics?

All of it as precise
and detailed as this.

Far more detailed, as I say
this is only a summary.

Then I don't see
how I can help you.

Well, your position...
I may be called director of the
industrial intelligence centre,

but don't be fooled.
I'm no more than a civil servant.
I have no public voice,
which is what you need.

Yes, it is.
In that case, I think
you should talk to Winston.

Winston...
Churchill?

But surely he's...
Past it?
I don't trust him.
First he joins the Tory party,
then he switches
to the liberals,

now he's back
with the Tory's again.

He has no judgement.
Maybe, but he has an
extraordinary instinct.

He knows when something's
important and should be pursued.

He's wrong about India,
of course,

he's been wrong
about a lot of things,

but I believe
he's right about Germany.

I shall be seeing him
at the weekend.

If you'd like me to take
anything down to Chartwell,

I shall be happy to do so.
But that would mean...
You're suggesting that
I remove secret documents

from a government office
and show them to someone

who has no right to see them.
It's a criminal act.
But perhaps a necessary one.
Marjorie?
Yes, Mr. Wigram?
An envelope,
I need a large envelope.

An envelope.
Yes, do we have any
large envelopes?

How large?
Just to take some papers.
Just an ordinary
large size envelope.

If you give the papers to me,
I'll post them for you.

What's the address?
No, no, it's nothing
to do with work.

Where do we keep the envelopes?
Is this big enough for you?
It's fine, perfect.
Thank you.
Wigram!
They must be back in the office
first thing Monday morning.

So, I need them back
by Sunday evening at the latest.

You have my word.
If it says
"don't walk on the grass,"

I never do.
Never used to.
Sunday evening then.
Sunday evening.
Out!
Out, definitely out!
Can we have some more lemonade?
Oh, please. No, let's
finish the set first.

Where did you get this?
A chap in the foreign office,
Ralph Wigram.

Head of the central department.
Risky business pinching this.
Useful.
This'll make the buggers jump.
Half-past 11,
where the hell is he?

Morton promised.
Well, perhaps
you should telephone.

Telephone who?
Don't they know
how important this is?

Hello?
Mr. Wigram?
Yes.
Brendan bracken,
just returning that.

Sorry I'm late.
Car broke down, bloody nuisance.
There's a note
in there from Winston.

He'd love to have you
come down for Sunday lunch.

He'll be in touch.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Mr. Churchill?
Mr. Speaker,
before I am derided yet again,

and before any further insults
are hurled at me

in the evening of my days.
It's nearly
midnight, Winston!

Let me give you
some facts and figures,

some food for thought.
Let me describe to you
the method
of aircraft manufacturer

sit down, Winston,
we've heard it all before.

This you will not have heard,
I can assure you of that.

Air-planes destined
for the Luftwaffe

are not manufactured
in one place.

Throughout Germany,
a large number of firms

are making seemingly
innocent component parts,

which are then dispatched
to great central factories

where they're assembled
very rapidly,

into fighter
and bomber aircraft.

Like a Jigsaw puzzle
or Meccano game.

It's very clever,
very effective.

And above all
it conceals the true scale

of German rearmament.
I am reliably informed
that the working
population of Dessau,

a small town near Leipzig,
increased last year
by 13,000 people.

And why was that?
What is manufactured
in Dessau that requires

such an enormous
influx of workers?

Lager beer, hmm?
Lederhosen?
Sausages?
Aircraft.
That is why I say
we must act decisively.

And we must act now,
to put our defences in order.

If we do not,
history will cast its verdict

with those terrible,
chilling words,

too late.
Here, here.
Mr. Ferguson...
Charlie would so love a dog.
Oh, I'm sure
we could find you one.

Off you go.
I'm afraid our garden's
too small.

It's the size
of a postage stamp.

Well, we have an
absolute menagerie, here.

Winston has cats, dogs,
geese, donkeys, wild swans,

pigs, not to mention
the children.

I don't know how you manage.
I've written my own epitaph.
Here lies the woman
who was always tired.

She lived in a world
where too much was required.

Are landscapes your speciality?
On the whole, yes.
Less troublesome
than the portraits.

A tree can't tell me that
I haven't done it justice.

I don't know how you
find time for painting.

I wouldn't do without it,
it keeps me sane.

I mean it.
I couldn't exist without
paints and brushes.

The black dog will get me.
Are you a worrier?
Yes, I'm afraid I am.
Then you should definitely
take up painting.

It's good for the spirit,
calms the nerves.

What do you worry about?
Almost everything, really.
My wife, my son,
are they happy?
Will they be all-right?

The state of my finances,
the state of the world.

The state of my roof.
Your what?
My roof.

We have a leaky roof,
every time it rains,

but most of all...
I'm worried about these papers,
these documents I'm showing you.
If anyone were to find out
I'd be in the most
terrible trouble.

Nobody will find out,
don't worry, Ralph.

It's is all strictly
confidential.

May I call you Ralph,
if it's not too sudden?

Please do.
The recognizing
and acknowledging a fear

is a mark of wisdom.
For example,
I can't stand to near
the edge of a platform

when an express train
is passing through.

Second's action would
end everything for ever.

My doctor says
it's a form of melancholia,

we call it my black dog.
Painting drives it away.
As does brick laying.
I'm building a wall,
it goes well with writing.
2,000 words, 200 bricks a day.
What's the time?
I feel peckish.

It's nearly
4:00.

I knew it, time for tea!
When we have visitors
we have Dundee cake.

It's a great treat these days.
I'm particularly fond
of Dundee cake.

Come along, Ralph!
I'll take these,
you bring the easel.

C'mon, don't try and fold it up.
It's a bloody nightmare.
I hear you went to Chartwell.
Yes.
Did you have fun?
Yes, we did rather.
I didn't know you were
chummy with Winston.

Well, I'm not, not chummy.
I wonder what he wants you for.
What do you mean?
Winston's
so-called friends

are all people
who are useful to him.

The idea of having a friend
simply because you like someone

has no place in Winston's world.
You have to be very careful.
What of?
He demands total loyalty.
Thou shalt have
no other gods before me.

Do you know what
Lloyd George said of him?

He said he would make a drum
of his own mother's skin,

in order to sound
his own praises.

Walk on.
Who's this article for?
"The daily mail".
Damn good, the daily mail.
Big fee, big readership.
What more could a fellow ask?
Walter Guinness
telephoned this morning.

Hmm, how is he?
He's very well.
He's asked me to go on a cruise.
A cruise.
Very nice.
It's more of
an expedition really.

Fine, you'll enjoy
a little rest.

Where's Walter planning to go,
South of France?
Komodo.
Komodo, where the hell is that?
Just below the Philippines,
near Bali.

The Philippines, that's halfway
around the bloody world.

What on earth makes him
want to go there?

Something to do with
catching dragons.

Dragons?
Well, they're more
lizards really,

but they're very big.
They're for the zoo.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Walter Guinness
is seriously suggesting

going halfway around the world
searching for some damn lizard,

is that right?
Well, yes.
He must be mad,
what's the point of it?

It would be a great adventure.
You'd be away weeks, months.
About four months.
Who else is going on this trip?
Evelyn, of course,
two of their cousins,

and a man called
Terrence Phillip.

Who's he?
Art dealer.
We met him at one of
Walter's dinner parties.

Clemmie, you have four children,
who require your
love and support,

not to mention a husband
who has to work 20 hours a day

to keep this household afloat.
And you think it's all-right,
do you, to leave us,

to go off chasing lizards
with Walter Guinness?

What am I supposed
to say to that?

Well, don't you think
it just might be construed

as just a little selfish?
Well, don't you, huh?
Winston, do not accuse me
of being selfish!

Do not dare!
I spent the last 26 years
of my life trying to please you.

And I've done everything,
and I mean everything!

I put your happiness before
the children's happiness!

Before my happiness!
You are the most self-centred
man I have ever met.

So!
Don't accuse me
of being selfish, Winston!

Don't you dare!
Sorry, sir.
I thought somebody...
The sprouts misbehaved.
Yes, sir.
Mrs. Pussycat.
Mr. pug
is very sorry.

Pussycat, do let me in.
Mr. pug is very
lonely out here.

Mrs. Pussycat, please.
Woof.
Woof, woof.
Meow.
Mummy, open the window!
What darling?
Open the window!
I can't hear you.
That's why you need
to open the window!

The leather strap, pull up!
It won't budge,
you'll have to shout.

We are shouting!
Bye, mummy, find a dragon!
Pull up on the leather strap!
Goodbye!
Goodbye, Clemmie!
Goodbye!
And how are you
this morning, sir?

All-right, I think,
thank you for asking.