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Um... You... I'll go buy your medicine for you. An equivalent exchange... to apologize for us lying. Here. Thank you very much. Both of us have it hard when our older brothers act rash, huh? Aren't you angry? You must have your reasons, right? I'm sorry. For us to participate in Mugwar's research, we needed to use names such as yours. To be a child, and still be a State Alchemist - the Elric Brothers are the only ones around. You need the Philosopher's Stone that badly? It's something that my dad spent his whole life researching. Then, your father was an alchemist, too? Mm-hmm. But then, one day, he was suddenly gone. That's why my brother is forcing himself to carry on after my dad. That's the complete opposite of our family. My brother hates our dad, who was also an alchemist. Our dad was completely absorbed in alchemy, and so our mom suffered because of it. We've also seen a bunch of other people who have met with sadness because of alchemy. Listen, if your brother is doing something wrong, then you're the only one who can stop him. You can't make others do it. If you do, I think your brother will be deeply hurt. I've been a little concerned about this, but aren't there a lot of people coughing around town? U-uh-huh. Is this cough medicine, then? I-it's... Brother...!
Sorry, I have to go now. Hey, what's your name? Fletcher! Brother! ? What's the matter? The impostor is here! The older one! Have you seen him? Uh-uh. That bastard! What a hypocrite! He's been fixing the townspeople's hoes, and transmuting wheels for them! That's better than having him do bad things, though. I don't like the way he operates! He's ignoring the Law of Equivalent Exchange! Al, we're going to sneak in there again tonight! Even though it's the very next day! ? Because it's the very next day! Brother... There's something I want to talk about. Today, we're going with the mole-man campaign! Mole-man...? All right, we should just about be under the building now. Are you sure? Well, we're going to come out somewhere. We're there! What is this? Could it be... that this is the water that forms the base of the red stone.
Red stone? I read some documents about it at the library in Central. It's a stone, made of a compound of roughly the same material as the Philosopher's Stone, which you get by refining red water. Then, you can make a Philosopher's Stone from this water? Apparently, it won't be the exact same thing, but yeah. As I remember, some alchemist named Nash-or-similar was researching it. But in the end, it didn't work out. Brother? For some reason, I suddenly feel... Brother! Brother! Over here! Who's there! ? It's me! Quickly! Hurry up! Fletcher... Brother, are you all right? Huh? What is this place? What are you doing here! ? I-I'm sorry... W-what? What are you crying about? Fletcher... If you know something, tell us. You really don't like what's going on here, do you? That red water...
It's water that's very dangerous to humans. But it's vital for creating a red stone. You mean, the people in town are also coughing because of that? I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Geez, this is ridiculous. I'll just smash all of this up. I can't let you do that. We've finally raised up a red stone this far. My dad sacrificed himself for this. If his experiments go unfulfilled, he'll never be redeemed, right? What's so great about that half-baked rock? That sword is just a fake too, right? I'm going to mess you up, together with your rock! Mine is the genuine article! What! ? It's the red water. If you're showered with it, you're done for. You won't just lose consciousness! Fine! Brother! This is crazy! You're brother is right! Get out of here! No way! I'm not going to lose to someone who's chasing after his own pop! Fletcher! Fletcher, hang in there! Brother, Dad was researching the red water to bring happiness to people, right?
And yet, what we're doing is making the people in town suffer, aren't we? Brother, you should have known this! It doesn't matter who gets credit, does it? Dad... Dad would not be happy about this! Fullmetal Alchemist! Episode 12: "Earth of Gravel, Part 2" Now that you've taken on the name of Edward Elric, are you prepared for the consequences! ? - Who is to fire the fatal shot? - I do not know his name. Only that he is a Jesuit sent from France for the purpose. Where is he now? Perhaps fled, or hidden by his fellow conspirators, but the king's life is yet in grave danger. What danger? He will be poisoned. So now it is poison? And who will do the deed, or do you not know that either? I know his name well. It is Sir George Wakeman. The queen's personal physician? ! He is the most honest and upright of men! He's a Papist, is he not? The queen's household is riddled with treason. If you're lying, I promise you, your torture will be cruel! Who wrote these? They were brought to me at the Royal Society by an honest Christian preacher named Israel Tonge... Never mind the Royal Society!
Who wrote them? One who knows the conspirators intimately. His name is Titus Oates. The final rites of their black mass spoken, Jesuit priests, crazed with bloodlust, swept into the village to seize two young virgins - children of no more than eight years. Angels! - Torn from their mothers' arms! - Stop, Titus! I cannot listen! No, go on. What did these foul monsters do to their victims? The screams of burning innocents are a horrible thing, Israel! God save us! The Catholic religion is guilty of horrors beyond imagining! Kirkby must have acted by now. If not, England is lost. Where is Titus Oates? At your service, sir! Scholar, philosopher and loyal guardian of the flame of truth! My Lord Danby wishes to speak to you. As news of the king's death became known, 6,000 Catholics were to rise as one and slaughter us all in our beds. Picture it, my lord! London's streets running crimson with honest Protestant blood! How did you come by this information? I overheard it in the queen's household. Do you now claim intimacy with the queen herself? No, sir, but your lordship well knows that the palace is open to anyone that has business at court What does the French King know of this? That demom and the Pope are the authors of the plot! - I thought you said it was the queen and the Duke of
York? - Papists all, shoulder to shoulder in villainy! There's not a moment to waste. The French army are massing at Calais. An invasion might be launched at any moment. I think my spies would have informed me if there was a French army at Calais. Perhaps the Pope invoked some dark magic to render them invisible. I need more than gossip and mischief! I will see all three of you in the stocks in the morning. - God have mercy, It is the truth! - If you condemn us Sir, the king will die and you will be held accountable. Your Majesty! Your loyalty and concern for my safety do you credit, Mr Oates. Where is your proof? Safely hidden from prying eyes, Your Majesty. A wise precaution. and tell me who are the English Catholics behind this terrible conspiracy? Give me names. Beyond the queen and the Duke of York, there are the Lords Stafford, Arundell, Wardour, Powis, Petre, Belasyse, Wakeman, the queen's physician, and Edward Coleman, secretary to the Duchess of York, among many others. This is nothing more than a list of every eminent Catholic in the land! I have letters proving their guilt. Follow me, Mr Oates. Bring your friends with you. You never said anything about letters! If I had, the Jesuits would have cut your throat to find them. Stand firm. We shall beat the devil yet. What was your business at Whitehall, Mr Oates? Who invited you here?
I attended on your ministers many times to warn of the Catholic peril. Alas they never had time to see me. My sympathy. Sometimes they're so busy they hardly have time for the king himself. But still, after so many hours here, you must have come to know my palace well. Intimately, sir. Then you will have no difficulty in leading us to the place in the Queens house where you heard this treason being plotted. This is where I heard them planning your death, Your Majesty. Most convenient for any traitor with a weak stomach! Your Majesty, I remember it clearly. It was a long room... with tall double doors... You do not know your way because you've never been here in your life before! Nothing this scoundrel says can be believed! I'm off to Newmarket in the morning. Do not bother me with this again. At your service, my lord. (DANBY) Let me hear your explanation again Sir. I have known Lord Powis these many years. - This is not his hand. - The writing is disguised. - The Jesuits teach such skills to their disciples. - They teach well. Not one of these seditious letters resembles its author's customary hand. You say you know these conspirators intimately. - Who wrote this? - Lord Stafford. Of all these villains, he is the worst. Stafford is a distinguished Fellow of the Royal Society and nigh on 70 years old.
He has a vicious spirit of a villain half his age and is closely allied to the Duke of York. Examine the Duke's household, and you will find all the evidence you need of treason. Strike now, my lords! Hesitate and all might be lost! Stop! There is no conspiracy, is there? Hm? The truth now, or I'll beat the life from you. Every word is gospel. Bring me a Bible and I will swear... I know baseless malice when I see it. What is your purpose in all this? - Is it money and preferment you seek? - You insult me, sir. Christ himself, he came to me in a dream! He charged me with the protection of the Protestant faith in England. I was a minister... in a Catholic school... and the boys laid false and filthy charges against me, and I lost my position. I'm determined to have my revenge on their whole stinking blasphemous faith! You have chosen the moment for your game well. In such a desperate time, even your ridiculous lies might be believed. What will you do with me, sir? I have reasons of my own to let your poison circulate unhindered. If others cannot tell a fake when they see one, that is their misfortune. What of the king? He doesn't believe me. The king has more pressing concerns, schoolmaster. 5,000 pounds on a single turn of the cards? ! If you shout at me, I shall faint. Now you expect me to honour your debts.
Well, I cannot afford it! You have stolen my honour! Now you mean to make me a beggar! If you need money, why don't you ask your patron Louis? - The King of France gives me nothing. - Of course he does! - He values his little spy in my bedroom too much to neglect her. - I am not a spy! Do you think I don't know about your clandestine audiences with the French ambassador? What do you talk about, I wonder,the English weather? I cannot live with such wicked treatment! You know how delicate I am. If I fall ill and die, it will be your fault! You are not going to die over a few cross words. Of course I'll pay your creditors. But you must be more careful in future. 5,000 is not very much. Is it? We won't talk about it any more. There, now. It's all better, isn't it? The king still loves his little Fubs. These letters were for Louis. You say you will work to destroy the Protestant heresy and restore the Catholic faith to England, that you pray for the day the Duke of York takes the king's place! As God is my witness, I meant no harm to anyone. These are dreams, not plots. Opinions of no significance. You shared your ambitions with the Duke of York. He encouraged you in this! The Duke of York is innocent of any crime.
I swear I am no traitor. (CHARLES) I asked you to end this matter. Now it is infinitely worse. What London believes is more important than the evidence. The mob will soon grow bored of Oates' ridiculous accusations. - Put the perjuring villain in prison. - He's under the protection of Parliament. Oates will give Parliament all the excuse it needs to strike at Catholics. God help any poor creature that gets caught in his net. Oates said Coleman's letters would contain treason, and they did. A lucky chance, nothing more. Picture your own wives and mothers, sons and daughters, tied to stakes in the midst of flames, screaming out to God with hands and eyes uplifted to heaven! On the outside the Catholic looks like us, eats, drinks and sleeps like us, but inside he is not as we are. He hates our liberty and works every moment to destroy it He would make slaves of us in our own country Only Parliament can protect England from the yoke of tyranny! A warrant from Parliament for the arrest of Lord Stafford. - On what charge? - Treason. - Father! - This is some error or false accusation... You are mistaken! Please! Please help me! No! No! No! Please! Please! Please!
No! No! God in heaven have mercy on me! I am innocent... The queen is a Catholic and yet is well known for her loyalty and devotion. This plot cannot be any of her doing. She is mistress in her own household. Nothing takes place there without her consent. I heard from her own lips that she would no longer tolerate the king's lechery and violation of the marriage bed. She told the Jesuits that she would have her revenge, and promised them 5,000 pounds for the deed! I accuse the queen of conspiring to cause the king's death! The man's a fraud. I know you'd never do anything to harm me. You know it, but does England? Oates has the whole country terrified. You understand there is no truth in what he says? - Do I look like a fool? - Clever men hang on his every word. Common sense counts for little where religion is concerned. - Are you not frightened of the Papists, then? - I'm more frightened of the mob. - Mobs have their uses in the right cause. - Parliament's cause. For 20 years, we have fought to see who rules in England. Now the time has come to settle the matter once and for all. This useless body of mine is like some rotting piece of meat. It decays inch by inch, moment by moment. I have little time left, but I am determined that before I die, this country will be freed for ever from the unbridled power of kings. Parliament will rule in England. Attack the king himself, and I can go no further with you.
Let the old goat frolic with his whores in the time he has left to him, but his heir will be Parliament's choice. The king loves you above all others. The bravest and most brilliant of his court. (MONMOUTH) Such virtues come naturally. I must take no credit for them. The king would show you greater favour if he could. He would name you as his heir. The Duke of York's claim cannot be allowed to stand. A Protestant king for a Protestant country. The king will never acknowledge me as his true-born son. The king must appear to support his brother. In private, he yearns for your success. When the tide in your favour becomes irresistible, he will bow to an act of Parliament declaring you legitimate. He told you this? Be bold, and you shall have your reward. God save the king! I have never run away from a fight and I will not start now. It's to avoid a fight that you must leave for a time. With the introduction of the House of Commons bill, your succession hangs in the balance. Your presence here is a constant reminder of their grievance. Will I be allowed to return, or will you betray me in favour of your preening bastard Monmouth? You're my brother... and my heir... and what is mine is mine. I will not allow Parliament to dictate the succession. Now for pity's sake, will you help me? Your Majesty, there is a further matter of the gravest importance. I have in my possession... letters from the king's chief minister begging for aid from our oldest and most implacable enemy! Filthy French money... for the king to rule alone in defiance of Parliament? ! What shall we call this but treason pure and simple? Danby must be impeached before this house for his dealings!
It's that French bitch Carwell! Drag her out and put the Papist whore in the stocks where she belongs! Good people! You are mistaken! I am the Protestant whore! I am called a prostitute, and summoned before Middlesex jury! My God! To stand before the common herd, accused of being no better than a street girl! It is nothing more than a tactic designed by Shaftesbury to provoke me! I'll see that the Chief Justice strikes down the warrant. I am a lady of breeding... I have family and connection... - I am not a harlot! - I know that. They mean to destroy me, Fubs. Shaftesbury has copies of my letters referring to subsidies granted you by the French king. They talk of the secret treaties signed in your name, but there is no proof, thank God. He can be discredited as a liar. The king's position grows weaker every day. He has done everything in his power, but he can no longer defend your conduct. I wrote to the French king on your authority, Your Majesty. - You must stand by me. - You of all people know he cannot do that. Parliament is attacking him through you. His only hope is to cut you adrift. Acknowledge the letters were written on your own initiative. The king knew nothing of them. Parliament already has the scent of blood. I will be torn apart! If you resign, the king may yet come to some understanding with his enemies.
I'm guilty of nothing more than obeying Your Majesty's command. These treaties were your creation in every detail! I know nothing of any secret treaty. I have put the king before everything, and you see my reward? Be careful loyalty does not bring you to the same end! Danby must pay the full price for his treason. (CHARLES) He has resigned. That is penalty enough. I have granted him a pardon for any offence he might have committed. You cannot do that. You have dragged a loyal servant down into the mud. I will not permit you to murder him into the bargain! There are thousands of your loyal subjects in the streets in protest at this Popish plot. We can only guess at what chaos will follow if you save the traitor Danby and allow a Catholic to succeed you on the throne. The people have been greatly excited by false rumours and accusations. You know that better than anyone, George. The peace of the country demands the Duke of York's removal from the succession. The peace of the country has always been my most pressing concern. Then name Monmouth as your heir. You must sign the bill excluding your brother from the throne. - Parliament has yet to pass such a bill. - It will. There can be no doubt of that. Accept what must be, sir. You have no choice but to abandon the Duke of York. He cannot defy the will of Parliament for ever. I will make him crawl to the House begging for exclusion. He is in a game he knows he cannot win. It is a question of WHEN he gives in, not if. Perhaps we must remind him of that.
The mob yearns for blood. Very well. The mob must have it. Your Majesty... I come not as your king, Lord Stafford, but as your friend. And as your friend... I urge you to confess yourself guilty to the verdict of treason found against you. I'm innocent of any crime against Your Majesty in thought, word or deed. - I know that. - Then how can I say otherwise? Confess now and your life can be spared. A few false words... and in a year or two, a few months perhaps, you can return home to your daughter. I would be disgraced, condemned as a traitor from my own lips. All honest men would know the truth. I've been a loyal servant to your martyred father and to Your Majesty all my life... and that is how I shall die. You must sign. - It is the king's prerogative to grant mercy. - Not in such a case. What is a king, then... if he has no power? It is in order to preserve your power that you must sign. The whole of England is baying for Stafford's blood. If you do not give them what they want, they will turn their anger on you. Lord Stafford has been found guilty by the courts. Oates's lies condemned him. If you overturn the law, you give Parliament an excuse to do the same. That path leads to war and rebellion. Is that what we have come to? An innocent man must be sacrificed to preserve the sanctity of the law? Your father chose open defiance of Parliament, and the outcome was his own destruction. You must be more subtle than him.
May God forgive me. God will understand. You have more confidence in him than I. My beloved daughter, your father has this comfort. I die totally innocent of what I am accused, and confident of God's mercy. You must take solace in that, as I do. You summoned me, sir? I've had many accounts of your progress about the country. I'm told that wherever you go, you are greeted as a king. Is it my fault if the people wish to express affection for me? You little fool! Can you not see how you are dancing to Shaftesbury's tune? - Do not treat me like a child! - You could not be more of a rebel if you took up arms and marched on Whitehall! You will never be king! Understand that, and you'll be happy. Dispute it, and you will die a miserable traitor's death. You lack experience and wisdom. But now you must do as I say. You will go to your cousin Mary in Holland... and stay there till I call for you. - I will do anything you tell me, Father. I would sooner die than insult you. On no account return to the court until I summon you, do you understand? Of all my children, you are the first and most beloved. Obey me... and we'll both be content. I never thought to see my oldest friend in the ranks of my enemy. It is a matter of politics. My personal feelings are of no importance. Personal feelings are everything to you. Shaftesbury has only the people's good at heart.
He has no grievance against you. He is sincere in his convictions, but when did overturning kings become a pastime of yours? Perhaps when the king betrayed England for 30 pieces of French silver. - Your name was on the French treaty. - I did what was required of a good servant, and what did I receive in return? Lies, deception, the elevation of others above me in your government! We two together could have ruled Europe, let alone England! But you never trusted me as I deserved. Trust and good government cannot live side by side. You neglected me in favour of worthless placemen. I've forgiven your many betrayals... your schemes and your plots... because in my heart, I knew you loved me. But now I see you always loved yourself more. And I find I am a jealous king. I must have unconditional love or nothing. You have a need for sycophancy, not love. And those who rely on flatterers for their comfort are condemned to live and die alone. Tell your master Shaftesbury to summon Parliament. I will address the House. Then you accept the exclusion of your brother from the throne? What must be must be. Goodbye, George. I received your message. Is it time? Be brave, Charles. What if the king means to fight as his father did? He has too much intelligence and too few principles for that. And unlike his father, he knows when a battle is lost! Talk of the exclusion of the Duke of York from the rightful succession is treason. Any who speak of it set themselves against legitimate authority, and are the heirs in spirit to those rebels who so recently plunged our country into rebellion and civil war. Can anyone here contemplate such evil without horror?
Let there be no confusion. The Duke of York is my heir and will remain so. His right is ordained by God, and no man may alter it. Anyone who denies this truth makes themselves an enemy of God, king and country. Think on that before you take another step towards chaos. All the world may see what a point we have come to. Nothing that begins in such division is likely to end well. I declare Parliament dissolved. Gentlemen, go home. I will not trouble you any further. What is happening? What did the king say? It is not what he said. It is what he is. England has chosen to trust the superstition of kings rather than the wisdom of its own judgment. He has dissolved Parliament and will rule in his own right. Exclusion and Parliament are finished with. Our time will come. Not today... but soon enough, though I will not live to see it. Wait here to be arrested... or make your peace with the king if you can. For my part, I am weary of Whitehall. I have neglected my wife these last 20 years. I think it is time I went home. He is never too busy to see me. The king gave you no authority to return from exile. Such defiance is treason. If you are still in England at dawn tomorrow morning, you will be arrested. How long? How long before I can come back? Never.
Which tie would sir like to wear now? Spoilt for choice. So bloody wonderfully spoilt for choice. (MUSIC: HANDEL'S "MESSIAH") Missing Melinda? Yes. - She didn't go home to escape the war? - No. You were too much in love. No one steps back from love. Not even if there's a war on your doorstep. It was something I told her. What did you tell her? I told her about me. About what you do? Yes. I don't want you to tell anyone else about this. Don't tell Moscow. We can deal with this. Can't we? Can't we? This is highly irregular. What is it? - Has something happened? - Yes. You seem a little nervous. One of our mutual friends in trouble? I just wanted you to know there are no British agents working inside Russia. None.
Anything else? I want out. I want to stop working for British Intelligence. I'm more tired than it's possible to be and my nerves are shot. - Moscow doesn't let well-placed men leave. - Unless they're better-placed elsewhere. - For example? - The royal family, chatting with the King. We've lost a man, or rather, he's in limbo. He worked for us, then he went quiet. You've changed the subject. We think he may have access to very important secrets and the responsibility has affected him. It can happen. A weaker man than you. Where is he? His name is Cairncross and he's working in Bletchley Park. I wonder if you might dig him up and see how he's feeling. If you did a good job, Moscow would look favorably on your request. I'm getting nods and winks. I think promotion is in the air. - Anthony? - I'm being followed. - Are you sure? - No, not entirely. Will you do something for me? Moscow wants me to visit a friend who's gone quiet. - Where? - Bletchley. Tomorrow. I want you to follow me.
And see who else is forming a queue behind Anthony Blunt. (WHISTLE BLOWS) Mind the doors! Stand clear! Mind the doors! - I know who they are. - Is the game up? Are they MI5? They're Soviet, Anthony. They're Soviet. Bletchley is half a mile from here. Is there anything you said that could have been misinterpreted? - No. Nothing. - I don't understand. Why? - The look on his face. - Who? What? Henry. When I told him Britain had no agents inside Russia. His look was disbelief. - But it's true. - I know it's true. But Moscow has an ego that doesn't believe that Britain isn't paying them attention. - They think we're lying? - Feeding them disinformation. - They think we might be... - Double-crossing them. Moles?
What do we do? Tell them we're not? No. We'll make sure we get the biggest secret there is and pass it on. If a gift is large enough, it always comes with love, and they'll see that. I know why you're here. It must be a lonely life. 12-hour shifts of code breaking and then back here to the gas fire and the crossword and damp bread for tea. You won't get at me. I've made my mind up. Are you thinking straight? Codes, codes, codes. It must dominate the mind. It's very simple. The Red Army is hopelessly infiltrated by German spies. If we tell the Soviets what we're getting from Enigma, the Germans will pick it up. Have you seen the casualty figures? 30,000 a week on the Eastern front. 30,000 Russians every week. I think there's a moral obligation to help them. But I understand. Your world is small. I don't blame you for not seeing the moral perspective. It's winning us the war! Breaking the code. We know so much about what the Germans are doing, and if the Germans find out and change the code... that would damage us very, very badly. Us? The 30,000 are us too. Aren't they? If the average Russian weren't prepared to die fighting the Fascists,
Hitler would be in Downing Street now. Churchill doesn't mind if Russians die in their millions because they're not "us". That's his moral perspective. "Let the Reds die." The answer is no. I won't do it. That's my choice. The answer is not no. The answer is you made a bigger choice some time ago to work for Moscow to fight Fascism. And that doesn't go away...ever. I hope you understand that. - Are you threatening me? - Of course. Of course I am. Not tonight, Jack. - It used to be so exciting. - Sex? - Spying. - I don't like that word. It's so underhand. Excitement was one of the main reasons for doing it - apart from the good reason. The whiff of danger, all that. I think I've been running away from boredom all my life. A flight from ennui. - It's funny... - Funny? You, I talk to. Is it getting too much? Anthony... Is it?
Look at me. Look at me. Melinda. I lost the baby, Donald. He died. - He was born and he died. - He? - We missed you yesterday. - I went to see an old friend who's unwell. Would you mind, Angleton? Walter Krivitsky. He's with the Soviet Embassy in Washington. - Or he was. - Where is he now? He's coming over to us and we've got a taster. We've got a mole inside the British intelligence services. Does he give a name? A tall, fair Scot with bohemian tastes from a well-to-do family. - No name? - Not yet. - Is he the real thing? - We're checking. We have Krivitsky holed up in a hotel in Washington. A tall, fair Scot. Bohemian tastes. Any ideas? Can I have a look at the file? Krivitsky. To D-Day - the start of the end of the war. - I didn't know you two knew each other.
- Americans in London. We're a couple of swells, we stay in the best ho... Hello, darling. - Drink? - Uh-huh. Happy again. Dangerous thing - happiness. - We should have dinner. - Donald's very busy. - Just the two of us. - He's the jealous type. So tell him you're meeting a woman. How about it, Melinda? A couple of swells and a hell of a dame. (MELINDA) Kim. Excuse me. What was all that about today at the office? - It's secret. - Secret? It must be something big if the Yank is not permitted to know. But not so secret that Mr. Blunt can't hear it. - A tall, fair Scot with bohemian tastes. - Donald. Donald. Krivitsky will have to be taken care of. Few people know of his intended defection and I'm one of the few. If he is "taken care of", some others - not many - and me. We have no choice. If he identifies Donald, we all go down. We're like skittles - one goes, we all go.
- The domino effect. - Dominoes, skittles - we fall together. No choice, Kim. We're in this together. Moscow will have to be told. And don't tell Donald. You look like a ghost walked through you. Cheer up, Anthony. It could be worse. I need to pass water. Shut up, can you? Just shut up. You always kept parts of your life in separate compartments. Painting, spying, sex...royalty. You can close a compartment down and it's as if it's never been there. But this time it's your friends that you're trying to close down. And they don't belong in one of your compartments. They're your heart. You're closing down your heart. That's the end of life. - Guy... - Top secret. Private. - Guy... - Quick. Out. Whelk? Don't you Soviets understand English any more? Would you like a fucking whelk? Do you know what that is?
A list of agents we're dropping into Albania by parachute. Where, when, who. And it's all yours, Boris. So Moscow can arrange to catch them as they fall. Bumpy landing, eh, Boris? Out of the sky and into the arms of death. Bump 'em off, Boris! Bump-bloody-bump! Walter Krivitsky, Washington. Your embassy thinks he's on leave, but he's in a hotel. If the Americans think he's the real thing, he'll defect. You know which hotel? Yes, I do. We're grateful. Moscow is grateful. Thank you. There is something delicate we would like you to undertake on our behalf. It's a retrieval job. And it concerns the Duke of Windsor - my fool brother - and some letters he wrote to a relative in Germany. What kind of letters? Letters that speak of his love for Germany and his... fondness for Herr Hitler. Letters we should like to have under our control. It would be an honor. Here's a note authorizing you to take possession of the letters. I know that we can rely upon your finesse in retrieving them and your tact once you have brought them home. - The hush-hush work... - If you do this for us... it will be the last hush-hush thing you do. I shall see to that. I don't care if the Queen of Sheba has given you authorization. This castle is American territory in Germany and we decide what stays and what goes.
- Would you at least call your HQ? - This is my HQ. Then call your commanding officer. Wait there. - Head for the attic. - Why the attic? Aristocratic families are all the same - secrets at the top of the house. Bad news, I'm afraid. My CO says nothing leaves. I understand. I quite understand. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? We are very grateful. We should like you to accept a position. Surveyor of the King's Pictures. Welcome to the family. - Did you manage to...? - No more hush-hush. Thank you, sir. - Safer life in art. - Yes, sir. Much safer. (DOOR CRASHES) (LOUD JAZZ MUSIC ON RADIO ) You heard? - Suicide. There was a note. - Three young children left. - You should have looked after him better. - What?
He was in Washington. He was your man. You let him slip. You Americans have got a lot to learn. - James Jesus Angleton. - What about him? - Haven't you noticed? - What? - I think he's keen on Melinda. - Aren't you becoming a little paranoid? (JAZZ MUSIC QUIETLY PLAYS) I've got something to tell you. - I've made us safe - all of us. - What do you mean? The one thing about this country of ours is that we have a royal family who are loved and cherished by all. Nothing can be allowed to tarnish their image. Windsor cosying up to Adolf? The nation couldn't bear it. The Duke and the Fuhrer cheek to cheek would break our heart. What are you getting at, Anthony? I went to Germany and I took photographs of some letters - letters that suggest the Duke and the Fuhrer were very good friends. If someone were to suggest that any of us might be traitors... I'd be perfectly happy to whip out the photographs. I think they'd dissuade any prosecution. We're safe. Brilliant! Come on, you. I'm in with the King. - The Kremlin's interested... - Tittle tattle.
They want me to spend more time with the Windsors. How much more time? All of my time. My God. My God, you're backing out, aren't you? You've lost your nerve, haven't you? Anthony? - Anthony. Tell me I'm wrong... - I've made you safe, Kim. Safe? ! You've left me in charge of two mewling infants! I trusted you. I gave you all my trust. We trusted each other. I had a man killed to keep us safe and what have you done? You've smashed it up! One fucking skittle has taken a walk. You bloody fool. You bloody, bloody fool. (ALL SING) For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow And so say all of us... Give me 15 seconds. Let's talk about it. - Do excuse me. Wait here. - What?
Hello, Colonel. - Blunt. - Fancy bumping into you. - Haven't seen each other since... - I packed in the hush-hush. Can't fathom a man giving it up for art. Never trust a man who looks down his nose at art. Although, looking down your nose, you arrive at your moustache and can't see much at all. - Are you trying to be funny or insulting? - Insulting. I'd finished in hush-hush, so I packed it in. Finished what? Passing the name of every MI5 agent onto the Russians. Good to see you, Winter. - About now, he should be telling Liddell. - If Liddell trusts us. - He does. - As a Cambridge man. If every security issue goes through Liddell, he'll block anything awkward. - We're safe. - Liddell the road block. Anthony Blunt's been passing the names of our agents to the Russians. What? ! Says who? - What? - Says Anthony Blunt. He told the Colonel. Pompous fool, Winter. Wouldn't spot a tongue in a cheek in a million years.
- Fool. - He wants me to pass it to the headmaster. - Will you? - Of course not. Make me look an idiot. - Moscow is pleased. - Good. Donald Maclean has been posted to Washington. Stop telling me what I know and tell me what you want to say. You and Mrs. Maclean are friends. She likes you. - I want you to suggest something to her. - What? That she spends some time in New York with her family. Maclean needs to be run by our best man, and he's in New York, so Maclean will have to visit New York. - A wife in Manhattan is perfect cover. - But you need her to agree. We think you might be in a position to persuade her. So how's married life? I bet she knows the difference between cottage pie and shepherd's pie and can quote from all of England's best-loved poems. Am I right? Have you married someone who irons your underpants? Do you think it's possible to love two people at the same time? I think it's possible to be two people at the same time. I'm scared, Kim. - Why? - I'm pregnant again. - Why does that scare you? - Donald. It's hard enough for him as it is.
Becoming a father, having a child, will make it harder still. Do you forget sometimes which is which? The real and the secret? Your question assumes that the two are not the same thing. It might be an idea for you to spend some time apart from Donald. - He'd hate it. He's drinking a lot... - I'm thinking of you, Melinda. Why don't you have the baby in New York? Be with your family. Donald can come over from Washington at weekends. You're very kind to me. Am I safe, Kim? People like me - wives and outsiders - we're not supposed to know, and if we do know, we're a threat, aren't we? Moscow doesn't know. Why not? I haven't told them. That's a kind of betrayal, isn't it? It's the first time I've lied to them. I should go. What's the difference between cottage pie and shepherd's pie? Cottage pie is beef, shepherd's pie is lamb. - Do you believe in ironing underpants? - Absolutely. What is this? "Stand the church clock still at ten to three..." "And is there honey still for tea?" Lights out. - You're highly regarded. - Thank you.
So alongside attending all those interminable Embassy drinks parties, I want you to do an important job for me. Yes, Ambassador. Secretary to the Joint Policy Committee on Atomic Development. The bomb. The bombs. Make it your bag, Donald. I want a good Brit among the Yanks. We should know everything they know. I'm not sure they agree. - Right. - Be aggressive about what you want to know and listen hard. I won't have the Yanks getting possessive about it. - Come for a drink on Saturday. - I can't, I'm afraid. Oh, yes. Wife in New York. Good idea. Wives and work should be kept separate. Or do I mean wives and life? Yes, I think I do. Life on the one hand and wife on the other. (WOMAN GROANS) Will it be long? (GROANING) - Could we have a minute alone? - Yes. I want us to have a new start. I'm going to tell them I can't do it any more. - Don't make promises you can't keep.
- I'm going to do it. I want a normal life. I want to look after my son and not feel that half of me's absent. I have to go. Do you? I'm going to tell them it's over. There's something I want to say. My wife had a baby today. Let's make the world a better place for him. How do you know it's a boy? You're our most important agent. If we could send flowers, we would. Your appointment to the Joint Policy Committee on Atomic Development - you think you might access the Atomic Energy Commission? - It's nuclear physics, for God's sake. - Listen, Homer... Please stop the spy stuff. Homer? It's ridiculous. You know my name. I thought agents weren't supposed to know their codenames. - We can help you with nuclear physics. - An evening course? We have man inside weapons program - a physicist. He can tell you everything. - Then, get him to bring what you need. - He doesn't have your access. So a spot of nuclear physics with my work at the Embassy, my new baby, the Embassy social whirl, keeping my wife happy and my run-of-the-mill spying. America has weapons that could destroy Soviet Union. We do not have same weapons. There are those inside US Government who advocate using these weapons.
This is most dangerous time for our cause. You are very important. We care about the stress you are under. But in the scheme of things, forgive me for seeing your personal problems as secondary. You have something personal with you - a photograph or something? Need a guide? - She is beautiful, your wife. - Yes. Are you married? They tear all our loved ones in half. - Does she know about what you do? - She is dead. - I'm sorry. - Committed suicide. Strange term - "committed suicide." Like a crime. She killed herself because she couldn't stand to live in a world with the Nazis. Her suicide was an act of profound moral principle, not a crime. Donald Maclean. - We're not supposed to exchange names. - No. Against the rules. Klaus Fuchs. - You lived in Germany? - Ja. I came to America in 1939 along with most of the German scientists I knew. Our gift to my new country has been the bomb. I have some glue. You can stick your beautiful wife back together. By the time she is dry, you will know everything you need to know about nuclear physics. - He's in New York.
- She's back in Washington. - You know what the whisper is? - What? - What's the whisper? - That Donald's got a mistress in New York. - Really? - Where did you hear that? An "intelligent" friend. Hello, Melinda. Don't let me interrupt. Go ahead, what were you saying? We were just...gossiping. I love gossip. What's the gossip? Something exciting? - This and that. - This and what? Let me in on it. I can see you're dying to tell. Go on. What's the matter? Mouth a bit dry? Lips dry too? Here, have a drink! Melinda. Lost none of your balls, I see. - It's easy when everyone around you's so... - British? - You still learning from the Brits? - They taught me nothing.
And you know everything? I'm Head of Counter-Intelligence in the new agency - the CIA. Your own acronym. I'm impressed. Are you going to tell me what that limey did or do I need to impress you some more? No. - No to which question? - Both. See you later, James Jesus Angleton. (MELINDA) Darling? Where is he, upstairs? (BABY GURGLES) - How was the party? - You haven't told them, have you? You'll never tell them you want out. It's too important, Melinda. What I'm doing. More important than him growing up with a father who lies for a living? - That's not fair. - No. You're right. You're out there changing the world. I have to put up with a little humiliation because the future of mankind is at stake. Humiliation? They think you're in New York fucking another woman. Do you know how that feels? Do you know how unbelievably humiliating that is? - It's really hard, Melinda. I need you... - Hard for you.
Hard for you! I so badly wanted to tell them - he's not fucking another woman, he's in New York fucking you all! Fucking the entire country, in fact! The irony is I threw a glass of wine in a diplomat's face to protect your honor! Our honor! Which no doubt makes all of them think they're right. You do have a mistress. I've given you the perfect cover. Why else would she be throwing wine about? America is being run by dangerous, paranoid maniacs. They have the bomb, they have the enemy and the power. It makes them capable of anything. I'm working for his safety, his freedom. But where is us in all of this? Where is our life? Where is our family? I want our life back. Just give me a little time. I don't believe you. I don't believe you'll get out. One of our planes operating a long-range detection system tracked a suspicious cloud over the Pacific. They got an air sample - it's radioactive. The radioactivity and the position of the cloud suggests one thing... Oh, my God. The USSR tested its first atomic bomb, probably the day before yesterday. Years early. Our intelligence was saying at least two years... I know what our intelligence was saying! - There must be a leak. - Atom bomb spies.
I've had two-thirds of my stomach removed due to ulcers. I'm planning on keeping the rest of my stomach. - No more ulcers. - Find the leak. Plug it. (RADIO ) The President wants all Americans to know that we have evidence that recently an atomic explosion occurred in the USSR, "Remember this day" - "the day the USSR" tested its first atomic bomb, the day the world changed, the day the world got much colder... During the war, we found a KGB code book in Finland. Roosevelt made us send it back. - To our Soviet ally. - And we did, but we copied it first. By itself, the code book is useless... Cut the crap and give me the beef! The only copies of the pads they used to decipher this are in KGB HQ in Moscow. - If Moscow uses them only once... - Fuck the pads! Give me the damn beef! - We can read parts of their coded messages. - And what have we got? Sections of a scientific report written from inside the Manhattan Project. - Author? - We're working on it. Won't take long. Anything else? - Something sensitive. - It's all sensitive! Spit it out! What we've decoded seems to tell us that there's a mole inside the British Embassy. Seems to? Do you have a name?
- Only his Soviet codename. - Homer. And one clue. Homer has family in New York. Family in New York? Then he must be an American employee. In the kitchen probably. - Somebody downstairs. - A cleaner? Or maybe a commis chef? Leave it to me. We'll root out Homer. Will you be looking upstairs as well as downstairs? Why should we do that? Upstairs is beyond reproach, Angleton. All that complacency and smugness. I can't stand it! "Upstairs is beyond reproach." I have some good news. We've confirmed who was leaking from inside the Manhattan Project. A German Jew called Klaus Fuchs. - Bloody hell! - Darling? - I don't know where the photograph is. - Photograph? What photograph? It's of you. I can't remember where we put it. Jesus Christ. What?
You want my money? Why don't you just bloody say it? The money, mister. Hey, hey! Get outta here! He's under a lot of stress. There's a new baby and a new job. - Yes. - Yes. Melinda, if there was something else, it would be a good idea to tell me. Why do you think there might be something else? Well, how can I put it? Donald has a very solid, very reliable forehand, but he has another side to his game. A heavy slice on his backhand and lots of disguise on his lob. I'm sorry? Well, he has you - his wife - and he has a mistress. That's what people are saying. Have you...? I preferred not to ask. No, no. Quite. Too painful. I understand. - You're sending him home? - He needs it. Slapped wrists and a ticket home for being a violent lunatic? ! You can't do it! It's done. He's on his way home now.
Unbelievable. The carpet in this office? Wall-to-wall. Only it isn't. There's a loose corner. Far side of the room - furthest from the door. You can lift it right up, sweep anything you choose under it. Knowing what to sweep under the carpet is the art of diplomacy. - How's the Homer investigation? - We're halfway through the waiting staff. - It's been weeks, for Christ's sake! - Methodical is best. Why not look from the top down at the same time as the bottom up? Traitors don't come from the top. Not in England. I'm all yours. My hush-hush days are over. You no longer work for MI5? They're princesses. Do you think they're going to ring up the "Daily Mail"? Are you tired, Charles? I'll take you up. - There, there. - Hello. - Terrific ears for a young chap. - Yes. So... Any skeletons, Anthony? Anything you wouldn't want the "Daily Mail" to know? No.
You're fond of the princesses, particularly Margaret? Very. Pity about your married quarters going missing. - Ma'am? - Your downstairs arrangements. Ladies, so I'm told, are not permitted to show an interest in Anthony's Percy Pointer. Not even princesses. Any other vices you'll be prepared to lie to me about not having? I don't consider the modus operandi of my Percy a vice... I don't do Latin, Anthony. "Honi soit qui mal y pense" is as far as I go. Drink? Thank you. You didn't answer my question about vices. You rather swerved it. Um... I used to be quite keen on Marx. - Groucho? - The other one. - Harpo, the deaf one? - Karl, the bearded one. - Boils. - Lots, apparently. On his married quarters. No, on his bottom. Another country altogether. So... You're a homosexualist, a lapsed Marxist... And I'm related to you. You and me, Anthony.
Two queens in a pod. You and I, ma'am. There's a married Group Captain sniffing about Margaret. Oh, dear. Poor Margaret's completely blinded by his twinkle. I know I can trust you to keep this to yourself. I would never betray a member of the family. Spotted dog. Or is it dick? Language changes so quickly, one can't keep track. Plates. Anyway, it's spotted. - Reminds me of school. - Reminds me of school. - Reminds me of school. - Reminds me of school! - Custard? - Oh, yes, please! Oh, my dog's on fire. Or is it my dick? - Talking of my dick... - It's Bird's custard. Alfred Bird, 1811 to 1878. His wife suffered from a terrible digestive disorder. She couldn't eat anything made with eggs or yeast, so no custard, but she loved custard so her husband experimented and came up with a new custard made with cornflour and milk. Bird's custard. People think of it as inferior, cheap, a substitute. It's not. It's made with love. I've got some news.
It's not official yet, but I can tell you. The Philbys are going to Washington. Kim is replacing Donald. Pity you and Donald won't have time to catch up. Nor you and Melinda. - Delicious custard. - Bought or made? (KIM) You must stay with Donald, you know that? (MELINDA) I take it from you. I take everything you say and do it. It's a relief to be told what to do. Be strong. Help Donald and you'll be helping me. - You wouldn't use me, would you? - Use you? No. God, no. It's a relief to talk to someone who means what they say. I couldn't stand it if I didn't have that. That's the first time you've touched me. The question you asked - can you love two people at once? The answer's no. We'll be moving into your house in Washington. Mr. and Mrs. Philby in Mr. and Mrs. Maclean's house. And because the answer's no, I'm not going to try. I'm going to be Mrs. Maclean. The Americans are deeply unreliable. McCarthy and his witch-hunts, the FBI/CIA rivalry. Everyone's a Communist. We mustn't catch the disease.
Paranoia's crippling. The Homer investigation. I want to do it properly. My way, our way. - I'll go over the waiters and cleaners. - Has to be the place to look. We have to keep our feet on the ground. Just because the Yanks are jumpy, doesn't mean we have to be. I'm glad you're here, Kim. Safe pair of hands. By the way, we've got a new man joining us. Bit of a cove, apparently. Guy Burgess? It's against the rules to have fellow agent in your house, Look, I'm going to be C. I'm going to be head of MI6, and Moscow will know everything in British Intelligence. I won't jeopardize it by letting Burgess run amok. He's going to live with me. End of story. It'll be fine. What can he do? - Mmm. - Guy lives in the spare room. - It's an arrangement that works well. - You didn't invite him tonight? - Separate lives. - (DOOR SLAMS) - Hello. - Hello, Guy. Care to join you? Yes, I fucking well will, actually.
The wifely hand on the husband's arm. "Darling, get him under control or goodness knows what he might do." - Guy. - Kim. - Darling... - Darling, please, really. - Guy. - Kim. What happened, Burgess? I got beaten up by a keen theatregoer, Angleton. Why? In England, when one is having a piss at a urinal and eight urinals either side are unoccupied and a man comes in and doesn't piss seven urinals away or three urinals away, but stands right bloody next to you, it means something. But when he starts up a bit of a chat about new writing in the theatre, it means "Bugger me", frankly. But not here, it would seem. Apparently, in this appallingly friendly country, it means nothing of the kind. It means what it is - passing pleasantries in a public lavatory in the middle of the night. What happened? What happened? What happened? I asked him to say hello to Great Britain's answer to Enola Gay. - Do you know the story of Bird's custard? - We're going home! - James... - I'll be back for my car in the morning. I don't believe in drinking and driving. A little touch of Harry in the night. Does it feel like the night before Agincourt? - We've come a long way together. - 20 years. It still burns.
Belief. In the belly. D'you think we'll be all right? You didn't answer my question. - Are we going to be all right? - The dominoes going... When one of us falls, he knocks the next one down. The second knocks the third man down and the third, the fourth. We stand or fall together. I think you could think about that, Guy. Guy? "The poor condemned English. "Like sacrifices by their watchful fires, "sit patiently and inly ruminate the morning's danger. "And their gestures sad, investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats, "Presenteth them under the gazing moon... "So many horrid ghosts." Lord Halifax, we're down to four and none are downstairs. Homer is upstairs. In the spirit of co-operation between our countries, we thought we'd help. Are you saying that Philby has been slow? What do you think this is? A game of chess? It's real life. Things happen because of people like Homer. People die. Freedom is threatened. It matters! Stiff upper lips and decorum and good manners can go hang! Down to four?
Here's the list of names. I'd be grateful if you kept them to yourself. No one else should see it. (DOOR CLICKS) Gore-Booth. Jendrell... Neame. Maclean. They're down to four. Homer is one of four. Maclean is on the list. I see. What the hell are you going to do about it? What? The longer the inquiry goes on, the greater the chance of connecting you to Homer. - You are very valuable to us. - What are you saying? You could be about to become best-placed agent we have ever had. Having you as C would be more useful than anything in our history. If we need to make sacrifice to protect you, it should be made. - What are you saying? - Homer is burnt out. You're saying I should sacrifice Donald? If you help bring inquiry to conclusion, you and our cause would be better served. - Give Donald up. - Give Homer up. His name is Donald Maclean. I won't do this. I won't. You know I'm right.
You might be angry but you know I'm right. He hasn't been Donald Maclean for years. He is Homer. And Homer is lost. Hello. - What do you think? - Is it safe? I haven't finished. It will be safe, I promise. - Penny for your thoughts, Kim. - My thoughts are more expensive than that. Homer. - What about it? - We were down to four. Now we're down to two: Paul Gore-Booth, Donald Maclean. They both have family in New York. They were both on the Embassy staff. The Russian for "Homer" is "Gomer". It's a near anagram of Gore. Will you excuse me? Nature calls. Philby's known Maclean for years. The British Intelligence Service works like a gentleman's club. They look after each other because they wear the same tie. Ties are everything. Philby's pointing us towards Gore-Booth. Philby doesn't know Gore-Booth. I think we've got our man. So...
Middle of the night, a house call? What's the story? - There are two men who might be Homer. - Gore-Booth and Maclean. Both have family in New York. Both were in the right place at the right time. Yes. - Gore-Booth is short, dark, smart. - Yes. Donald Maclean is a tall, fair Scot with bohemian tastes. So? Some years ago, a KGB man called Walter Krivitsky tried to defect to the West. Murdered in a Washington hotel. Before he was murdered... he gave us a taste of what he could offer. He told us there was a spy in the Foreign Office. He didn't give a name, just a description. What was it? Short, dark, smart? A tall, fair Scot with bohemian tastes. - I know who Homer is. - Maclean. - How did you...? - Philby told me. The British beat you to it after all. - I've had concerns about Philby. - Well, that's the end of them. Kim Philby is on the side of the angels. The Devil was an angel. Don't tell me you're a sore loser, James? Philby got there first.
He shopped Maclean. What kind of a traitor would shop another traitor? Close the door on the way out. I played tennis with him. Do it our way. I don't want the Americans all over this. - Private grief. - It's a huge shock to us all. I'll contact London. He was a friend of yours. - Yes, he was. - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. We're worried he won't go, leaving his son. And his wife. - Hard to leave happy family. - Are they happy? That's what I'm told. He needs an escort. Someone needs to go with him. Drink up, Now get in your car. You're going home, Guy. - How? - Bad behavior gets you sent home. Shouldn't be too hard for a man like you. White picket fences. (MUSIC: HANDEL'S "MESSIAH") God bless America.
White picket fences, apple pie, Shirley Temple. The Ku Klux Klan, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the CIA. White Sox, bobby socks, rednecks. God bless America. String up those niggers! Fry them Communists! God bless America! Land of the Free! (SIREN WAILS) - Burgess is being sent home. - Why? - He invented his own un-American activity. - I can imagine. - It was planned. - What do you mean? - Maclean needs escort. - To Southampton? To France? Philby's valuable, you are valuable. - We think we can keep you safe... - Moscow? - You want Guy to go too? - He doesn't know and he mustn't know. - He thinks he's going to France. - You want me to lie? - Reassure him. - Lie! - He's burnt-out case. - He's my best friend! Maclean gets the 5.19 from Charing Cross every night.
The man in the hat and coat with the briefcase and the brolly. - I've always had my concerns. - I don't want a "told you so" speech now. - Let's put a tail on him. - We've had a directive from above. - What? - No tails at weekends. - It's a money problem. Saves on overtime. - What? - What? ! - We'll pick him up on Monday. He has no reason to suspect we're onto him. Let him come into the office as normal... then swoop. - You should get a coat. - I've got this one. Channel crossings can be chilly, and St Malo's a cold place. Nothing as cold as Cambridge, remember? Permanently the 19th February. I'd like to go back. There isn't time, Guy. No. One or two places as cold... - ..as Cambridge. - One or two. I'll buy you a coat. I'd like to. You should have a good coat. (HORN HONKS)
- You all right, sir? - I'm fine. - You sure you're all right? - I'm fine, thank you. Winter? I think I saw Guy Burgess. Here in London. You know he's here? Why didn't you tell me? Christ! Why would he come back now? It's too much of a coincidence. He's been living with Kim Philby and Philby will know we're pulling Maclean in. Bloody hell! I think Maclean's going to go - make a run for it. - Can't find my copy of "Middlemarch". - Borrow mine. - I'll let you have it back as soon as... - When you can. I know. I know. (URGENT KNOCKING) (KNOCKING) (KNOCKING) The house could be bugged, We'll have supper, talk about nothing, - You and I will go out, drive to the pub. - I see. My name is Roger Stiles for the purposes of supper and the benefit of the bugs. - I'm an old school friend. - Do you think it'll hold?
The swing? Looks like it. I should test it. Do you mind? Did you put the swing up yourself? Two lengths of rope, Roger, and a piece of wood. A couple of holes in the wood, feed the ropes through, and tie the ends with really good knots. Knots that will never slip or come undone. Good strong knots. Good for a lifetime. How about a nightcap at your local? Good idea. Good idea. - How much further? - A couple of minutes. Where are you going, Daddy? - Just out. I'll be back. - Why is Mummy crying? - Mummy isn't crying. - Mummy isn't crying. Up to bed, lovely boy. Up to bed, darling. - Bye, darling. - Bye, Daddy. See you in the morning. - Where the hell are we now? - I don't know the actual house. Best to ask in the pub. I wish it were not dark.
I wish we could see the English countryside. Is he here? Where is he? Melinda, where is he? Can I use your phone? I have to use your phone! He's sleeping. My son - he's asleep. I won't have you wake him. - Hey, what about the car? - Back Monday! Keep looking. Keep looking. There. England. England. ("ODE TO JOY" BY BEETHOVEN) Out of my way! He's gone. Maclean's gone. - Guy's gone too, hasn't he? - I don't know. How would I know? No, of course. You're only friends. Yes. Only friends. (DOOR SLAMS) (HE WEEPS) - Mr. Blunt, isn't it?
- Yes. - How are you, sir? - All right. - And your lot? - My lot? Let me see now... Burgess, Maclean, Philby. Have they all gone on to great things? I don't know. - Lost touch? - Yes. Lost touch. All gone. Great things? Yes... Yes. They all went on to great things. (CHOIR SINGS) And did these feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon... His job was to sell tripe in the market every day, after school. When he was not selling tripe, he would lie on his back in solitude and stare at the clouds for hours and hours. Sometimes he would just lie there and watch the way the wind blew a piece of paper. One day as he was roaming around looking for things to stare at he saw this boat on the riverbank. There was a boy in it, very sick and weak from hunger. His name was Sipho, and he had no parents.
Madiba gave him food to eat and a blanket that kept him warm. Since that day, Madiba and Sipho became very, very close friends. Shit! Is he dead? Hey, man, he's saying hello to God. Gimme that. Yes! Hello. Check it out. Check this out, bro! Take it. Please, let me see. No, I'm fine on my own. Stop it. You are so stingy. Yeah. - Holla. - Benny, my man. - How you doing, man? - Fine, man. - Hi, Louise. - Hello, Benny. - Madiba. - How is it? It's fine, man. That looks cool. Where'd you get it? Secret, bro. Stop it!
It's nice, man. Is that for real? As real as me and you, bro. Check it out. Jeez, it's heavy, man. I know. Check this out! Jeez. One bullet? What are you gonna do with one bullet, Sipho? Show you what I'll do with one bullet. Sit down, Benny. Sit down, man, and relax. Sit down. See this bullet? See it? I'm just gonna put it in here. There's five holes in here-- five. Come on, then. And go like this-- First bullet. Second. Sipho! Stop it, man. - Three! - Are you mad? Four. We're getting there, Benny! Last one. It's coming, coming!
See? Only thing you need is a gun, bullet or no bullet. You're crazy. Let's get out of here. I can get used to this. So, Madiba, what do you think? It looks great, bro. Okay. - Can I try, then? - Yeah, yeah. No problem. This is gonna work. - It's perfect, man. - Okay. There you go. Madiba, please film me, please! Hello! - Hello! - Stop it, Louise. Hello! Please, Madiba, just shoot me! Louise. - Is everything okay? - Cool, man. It's good. Good. That's what I'm talking about. That is great. - Hello! - I've got to find a job here.
It's good, good. Hey, why aren't you at school? It's school holidays, papa. You forgot. But school keeps you away from mischief. You're on TV, dad. That's a toy, man. Tell the camera where you come from. I come from Port Elizabeth, in New Brighton. Why did you become an actor? I became an actor... because I loved it, I wanted to be an actor, I wanted to appear as the Richard Burtons and the Roger Moores and you name them. You name them. I've arrived, yes, yes! Whenever Mr. Shawn came to the township, everyone ran after him and wanted to show him their talent. He taught music and other things, as well. But he made everyone feel special. Hey, filmmaker! People liked him very, very much. - Right here. - Hello. Madiba, doesn't this wooden camera look great? Hey, man, I love it. It's cool. Hey, look at me. Don't I look so fabulous? Look at me, Benny. Yeah, whatever. At least I'm in the picture.
Not like you. Listen, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here, so I wouldn't talk. Actually, talk to the hand, the face is busy. That's great. Anyway, guys, where's this place? This is our township, man. Check. That's Tembiso's house. Isn't that his grandmother? No, it's his mother. The township? How can you film the township? What is there to film? Madiba, man, film me! I give you a story, man! No, man, I'm happy with what I've got. Man, I promise you a masterpiece! Masterpiece! Man, the battery's low. And there's no tape left. Erase that shit. No, man. I don't want to. Madiba, man. Okay, let's make a deal. What? You film me now and then we'll go to Cape Town. I get you new tapes, new batteries. Ya, let's go to Cape Town, please, guys? Please, please?
Let the games begin! This is my home! Cape Independent for 2.80. Cape Independent for 2.80. Cape Independent for 2.80. Get your Cape Independent for 2.80! Is that a little Chinese-- Oh, okay. Really? Fascinating! Let me have a look. You can wrap it. - No chips on it whatsoever. - I see, perfect. - I'll take it. - Will that be cash? - There we go. - Bye, bye. Estelle, we don't throw money away. I wasn't throwing it away! I was giving it to him. - Just get into the car. - I wasn't doing anything wrong. Why do you always have to argue? - I'm not arguing with you. - Get into the car. Okay, Benny, slow down. - Slow down. - Okay. - Yeah. - Good, I like this, man.
- Okay, okay. - Okay, I got it. - It's too bumpy here. - Where, here? Okay, hold on, hold on. Yeah. Careful. Push, Benny! Push! Whatever I do, don't stop. Madiba didn't tell anybody about Estelle. I guess he thought people would start talking about them. He didn 't tell me, of all people. I guess he thought I had a big mouth. But I love my brother and I'll do anything for him. Guys, guys-- Come here. Come here, come here. Have you got a pin? No. Benny, have you got a pin? Benny, have you got a pin? Yah, yah. Wait. Boy, Benny Boy. Always quick with the your hands. I'm fine. With a gun in your hand, you and me can kick this city around. No, no, no. Don't even think about it. Benny, if you're afraid to die, you're afraid to live, boy.
Give that, give that, give that! What about this? Holla. That's our share you got there. Says who? Baby, come on. The BX-5. Sure. All right. 50-50. Sure, sure. My new partners. Sure, sure. I share business with you. Pass it to your pals. Ah, man. They're a bunch of priests, man. They don't touch this thing. Hey, it's bad, hey. Hey, some bad shit. It's a nice thing, you've got there. Can I see it? Don't you ever do that again, man. Don't you ever! Let's go, guys. Someone left his book here. If the object was to humiliate me, you've done a damn, good job. What did I do wrong? You can't put a dead bird on the table. - We were having lunch.
- We were having lunch! I was just trying to make a point-- that we all live once, but die twice. The first time you die is physical. The second time is, when you're forgotten. What's wrong with that? I wasn't trying to humiliate anybody. - Benny, you're hurting, man. - Ow, Benny. Calm down. Calm down. Madiba. You must come clean now. What the fuck have you brought us here for? Watch my camera, man! I'm tired now and I can't walk any farther. We've been walking all day! What have you brought us here for? I'm just looking. Just looking? Yeah...for things. What things? Interesting things to film. - And what about that book? - What book? You've been hiding that book for the whole day! It's nothing. It's just a book. - Let me have a look. - No. We share, remember?
Come on, we can't share everything. Don't be stupid. Where did you get it? From the shops. Since when do you buy books? And where did you get the money? It's my book. - It's your book? - Yeah, I gave it to him. Now you know. You gave it to him? That's what I said. Are you deaf, or what? I gave it to him! Do you get it now? You gave it to him? Fine. You gave it to him. If any one of you is lying-- If any one of you is lying-- If any one of you-- Don't try me, Madiba. Don't try me. Come on! Stop it now, man! Sipho, you're not funny. Oh, come on, man. Don't be stupid. It's too dangerous. Okay.
Don't be stupid. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving. That's the best thing you ever said. - Isn't it, guys? - Come, Madiba. You go ahead. I'll stay here and do my thing. I've got a news flash for you. I want you to go to your room and stay there for the rest of the day. While you're there, I want you to consider your behavior, young lady. You understand me? She's got her music lesson this afternoon. Not anymore. Hello, Harold. They're gonna put up your 20 million. You're home early, Nunu. So full of crap! Hi. I have been riding all around the city looking for you. Hi, I'm Estelle. So, did you like the book? Ah, the secret book! You don't speak English, do you? I speak English. My name is Sipho. Madiba's one of my great friends. He's a little bit shy, though. But he's cool. He doesn't look that shy.
Second thoughts-- You're right. So, do you guys live in Cape Town? Nah. I live all over-- everywhere. But my friends live in Khayelitsha. Oh, we pass by it sometimes, on the highway. But we can only see the rooftops. - I can take you there, if you want. - Shut up. My music teacher-- Mr. Shawn-- he's always there. Do you know him-- Mr. Shawn? I have a lesson with him now. Wanna come? I'll go with you. - Madiba doesn't know the city. - Says who? I know the city. Come, let's go. Nice. Hello, Monique. Did you practice last night-- - Your flute? - Yes, I did. - Really? - Really. Good, good. - Ah, Estelle. - Hello. Ah, Mr. Filmmaker.
Is it real? Can I see it? Sometime, maybe? Where is your cello? My mom said that I could ride over. Well, then, you'll just have to use mine. Go in. Come on. I'm coming. Hello. So...now. - Try to concentrate-- - Yes. on the intimate contact between you and the instrument, as a single unit. - Understand? - Okay. Okay, I'm listening. And-- Let the music take you. Very good. Getting there. Wow, she's good. Ya, she is. You know, Mr. Shawn called me a filmmaker. What do you think? I don't know. Well, then, maybe you are one. Yeah. Maybe one day my pictures will hang on his wall, next to those other great people.
Yeah, maybe one day. Maybe. Thank you, Johanna. Does she know it's ready? I called her twice. She won't open the door. She's getting her revenge on me. Place is a fucking squatter camp. I suppose you know about all this? We all have our little secrets. Like father, like daughter. Where the hell is she? Hi, dad. Where you been? To my music lesson. Oh, so you went to your music lesson? Yes. I suppose your mother took you, huh? No, she was resting. So I took my bike. You took your bike. Listen, what's all that crap on your walls? It's just stuff, Dad. And those books? Now, c'mon, where do you get those books from? Who gave them to you? I took all my horse books to book exchange. I felt I was growing out of them. Dinner smells nice. I'm going to wash up.
Ma? What? Did my father come home last night? Louise, stop asking silly questions. Wake up and do your work, okay? - Morning, Madiba. - Hello. - Madiba? - Ma? Come here, sweetie. Is your guitar working? Okay. Come on, kids. Come on. Time's up. Quick, quick, you're late for your lessons. Oh, Madiba, my filmmaker. Come in, come in. Sit down. I've seen your tapes. Very good work. - Here's my tape. - Oh, another one. Good. I know a good editor for you. - Will you stop, okay? - Will you stop, okay? Are you sure this is the right place? Yeah. How do you know?
I know. Where is she? Do you see her? I've got her. - Are you serious? - There she is. Are you serious? He wasn't joking. Tshu, boys. Hello, Sipho! - Hello. - How is it, man? Hey, man. How are you? Where have you been, bro? I've been all over, everywhere. I want to introduce you to my friends. Boys! This is my boy, Madiba and this is Louise and this is Benny my boy. Film me, man. On me, me. Hey, old man. Oh, my God. Oh, no. What is he doing? Oh, my gosh, Sipho. What did you just do? No sweat. Boys-- Look at this.
Gotcha! Why you have it on your nose, bro? Baby, I want you to take this money. Go buy yourself some nice clothes. Thank you, Sipho. Hey, girl. But when are you coming home? See, me and these guys-- we've got a nice home here. That's for you, Bennie. Show Boy-- That's for you. It's for you, man. How did you find me? I was looking for Estelle. Look, you can see her all you want. But she's mine now. Watch. - Hey. - Hello, how are you? I'm cool. - Come sit down. - Yeah. Do you know where Madiba is? I was supposed to meet him here. He's hiding by the tree. - Hiding? - Yeah. - I'll come see you again, okay? - Bye. Estelle, I like your braids, man, and the nose ring.
Bye. Come on. Let's go meet him. No, I don't want to. Sarah, you said you'd meet him. I'm going home. - Why? - Because. You know what? Fine, go home. Come here! Fine, I'll come to you. Sipho says you see him now and again. I like Sipho. He's cool. Why do you steal books? Doesn't your father give you any money? It's not about the money. Can I have a look? Oh, come on, please! If you stop seeing Sipho, then maybe I'll show you. Why did you pierce your nose? 'Cause I like it. And it drives my parents crazy. Why? They're too squared. They just never grew up. Grow up? Your parents? Do you like my nose ring?
It's township. All the snazzy girls are doing it. But you don't like it? No... I like it. I like it a lot. It's open. Listen. Doug phoned me today. He said Sarah told him that-- She saw you hanging around with some black kids. I see them on the beach, Dad. She said you were kissing one! I kissed him on the cheek. That's all! Don't mix with black kids. Why not? Just don't. Listen to me, you stay away from them! Okay? Okay, dad. Whatever. And get rid of that thing in your nose. How can I help you? - Hold those still. - Yeah? - Put it right in front of the lens. - Okay. Turn it- - There.
There it is, yeah. - Like this? - Yeah. - Are you sure? - Positive. When I move the camera, you move with it, right? Okay. This is good, man. Can I try like this? Yeah, yeah. Just keep it there. I said I heard the clap of the gun And then I saw this woman fall My mother's scary soul was gone I felt him rise above the light And saw him soar into the night And then I knew God, I knew I found a new kind of love Do it! Do it! What's up? Come, let's go chill together. Where's Madiba and the others? Township, I guess. Come on, let's go. But don't worry, he'll be here. I know Madiba, he's my friend. You know, Madiba brought me my first piece of bread in the township. He adopted me, yeah. He is responsible.
Exec. Come bring some stuff here. Fast, man! Baby, you see this thing? You pull your breath in and then you take it out. Watch. See? Come on, man. This don't bite. Nice, ya? Estelle, what the hell are you doing there? Come on, get in the car. If you don't come, I'll have to tell your father. If you tell my father, I'll tell him that you snort coke. I gotta go. See ya. Sure, pretty. Estelle? I love you. You must come back. Shh. To your left. I have bought new tapes for you. But first, let me show you something. This way. Here. You move, I blow your brains out! Hey, hey! I'm in!
Ah, good. Close the door. Close the door! Close the door! Close the door! Turn this thing around! Come on, man, let's go! Let's go, man! Come on, man! Turn around! Come on, man! Come on, come on! Go on, man. Stop, stop! Faster, man! Don't you dare look at me! Come on, man. Turn it around. Stop this car! Madiba! Hey, Madiba, come on! Hey, Madiba, come on, man! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Piece of shit! Give me money! Get down on your knees right now! Money, money!
Your watch! Down on your knees! I will shoot you. Don't look at me! Who is this boy, Madiba? What is he doing with a gun? He worries me. Is he a friend of yours? It's none of my business, but if you want some advice, leave the boy alone. He don't go anywhere, unlike you. Get out of his life. - He's not good for you. - No! He's my friend. Estelle, you're not concentrating! Let's start again, please. No, no, no! Bach! Bach! More Bach! Be careful. I'm sick of Bach. That's what I'm paid to teach you. But I wanna learn this. Jazz? It all looks like you're having so much fun! It's difficult on the cello. So, if it were easy-- what's the point? - And what about your father?
- He won't know the difference. Oh, come on. Please! Ready? C-C, F-F, G-G, F. I'm going to build a castle. Can I film you? You never asked permission in the book shop. So? Come on, Estelle, please? First, let me see what you've filmed. Please, man. Come on. - No. - Come on! Well, let me see what you've filmed first. Come on, man. Come on, Estelle. No! No! No, Estelle! Come back! No, Estelle, no! This way! This way! This way, quickly! Okay, slow- - Slowly! Come on. Welcome.
This is the dining room. That's the TV room. Hello, Johanna. Who is this, nunu? Madiba, he's my new friend. This is Johanna. I've been telling you all about. It's fine, Johanna. Relax. Nunu, if your father comes back-- Do you want me to lose my job, huh? I'm gonna go now. Would you both stop panicking! It's fine. He won't be home for hours. Besides, I want to introduce you to him. Nunu, you must be mad, or pambe, anyway. Your father's going to kill you. He'll shoot him! Johanna. This is the only place I feel good. Well, this and my room. Table Mountain. We said it at the same time! Give me your hand, make a wish. Close your eyes. Close 'em. If you tell me your wish, I'll tell you mine. No! A wish is a secret.
You're so serious. - I'm serious? - You are serious. Come on, man. Reflection. Where? Come look! Come look! Can you see the reflection of the Devil's Peak, 'cross the water? - Where? - Look. Are you crazy? Look at me now! I'm all wet! I'm sorry, Madiba. I just thought you needed to cool off. No, man. I'm sorry. Whatever. Do you want some lunch? I'm starving. Yeah, sure. Look at this asshole. Oh, my God. What are you doing? Sniff? Ah, man. Come on! It's like the blue train-- takes the blues away. Come on.
Just once. Try it. No, bro. See-- You pull your breath in. Put it in there. Then you take it out. Come on. That's cool, huh? Fuck it, man. Everything's just fucked up. Hey, man. Don't worry, man. I'm still your brother, man. Haven't changed. Okay, machismos. Do you see this? Yes. I'm only cryin'. Simon, it's your turn. Go make some money. What's wrong? It's a free world here, man. How do you expect these people to eat? They use the money for glue. No! You wanna start? What are you doing? Madiba, come kill this bastard! Come kill this bastard!
Are you crazy? Think you can steal from my friend? I'll kill you, son! There's no bullet in there. There's no bullet? Oh, yeah? Get up! - Hi. - Hi. Do you know where Sipho is? Hey, where's Sipho? He's inside. Oh, baby! Ah, sweetie, relax. This is my territory. Come, relax! Do you know where Madiba is? He took off. Selfish bastard. He only cares about his damn camera. Without me, we wouldn't even have one from the first place. Tell me where I can find him, please. He won't get out of the ghetto. How do I get to his place? It's not for you, man. Forget it. Don't talk rubbish. Look, I'm on the ground with both of my feet, okay? I need to see Madiba. It's important.
Please. He doesn't want to see you. He told me. He made a mistake. What do you mean, "he made a mistake"? The kind you don't have to do, okay? Come on. Be nice. Just tell me how I get to his place. Please. Ah, sweetie-- I love you. You're my friend. Come here. Ah, man, come here. Estelle, come here! Ah, man, you must forget about Madiba, man! Estelle! You're mine, man! You're mine! No, thank you. No, thank you. No. Hi. Hey, do any of you know where Madiba lives? He's about this high. Hey! Leave her alone! Want this? I may be ugly but I am not cruel.
What's your name? Estelle. I'm Professor Shakespeare. How do you do? Do you know where Madiba lives? With the wooden camera? Over there. Nunu, I want to tell you something. Your father is a good man. He cares for you, he loves you. You see, Nunu, your father, in this house, he is our father. He cares for us, he brings us food, Nunu. As for that black boy, Nunu-- stay far away from him. He's not good. I know these street kids, man. They are not educated. They don't go to school. They are just loafers. You study your books, you study your music and keep away from them. You will exist. Yeah, now, there you are. That's my girl. You can go and wash. I'm going to make your favorite soup. Okay? Okay, sweetie. Love you. Okay. Whitey, whitey, whitey. My son is in love with a white girl.
Son, you've arrived. Son, you are one up on me on that one. Viva, Madiba. Viva! Bebuya Africa. Listen, my boy. Listen properly to me. You are hurting me. You are opening my wounds. Listen. When I was your age, I was denied the opportunities that you have now. Can you hear me, boy? Madiba, my son. I was denied the key at your age. I am no piece of shit, boy! I was not given the chance. For whatever reason, they denied me! Mr. Filmmaker. It's a hot day. I imagine you have walked quite a distance. I have some ice-cold lemonade I was hoping I could share with someone. Don't you think? - Your lemonade. - Thank you. I want to show you something. You see the world from a very unique perspective, young man. You think so? I think it's totally beautiful.
Tell me, do your parents know about you? I'd like to meet them. You've met my father, at the cultural festival. You danced with him. Ah, yes. Her father got his daughter back. She was now a princess in a castle, waiting for her Prince Charming to arrive on a white horse. I've never heard you play Bach before. You've never heard me play before, dad. TouchÚ. Listen, I'm... sorry about the other night. I went off. It's just-- You've grown up so quickly. Jumping! Got a minute? Okay, 30 seconds, then. Look, man, about the other night-- I fucked up badly. It was an accident, man. I was drunk. We've been brothers for far too long now. Gotta get back on track. Peace? You wanna get back on track? Sure. Start by throwing that gun away, man. But you won't do it, 'cause you're a gangster now. No, man, I'm not a gangster. Then what are you?
What? A gangster-killer? Sipho, how do I know you won't kill me? I mean, how can I kill you? You're my brother, Madiba, man. We're blood-brothers. I've lost you, man. I've lost you. Why are you killing me now? You're killing yourself, man. Sniffing glue and smoking zor. Killing and robbing people. Okay, what do you want me to do? Get rid of the gun. Come back to the township. It's where you belong. Your home is here, man. Here's some tapes I bought. Brand new. No, I don't want stolen shit. You "don't want stolen shit." So you think you're perfect now-- carrying this little thing of yours around? You think you're better than me. You think you can tell me this and tell me that. Now you can preach all your morals to me. You don't take stolen goods-- fine. Fine. But let me ask you one thing-- where did you get that camera? Did you buy it? Did you buy it?
Think about it. I love you, man. You're my brother. - Morning. - Good morning. Morning, dear lady. Bonjour, Mr. Shawn. Put your cello over there. What about my lessons? I think we leave the cello in its box today. I have... a different type of music I want to play for you today. When last did you see him? He comes almost every day now. Does he ask about me? No, but I can tell by the way he filmed you that the young boy loves you very much. Can I... take the tapes with me? I think it was made for you. Hi, Estelle. What's up? Hi. Look... I came to say I'm sorry-- apologize. It's for you. Peace? Yeah. You changed your hair. Why? Here's my dad. You better go.
Go. Go! What's going on here? Who is this? I thought we'd spoken about this? Listen, go inside. Get inside. You, please, stay away from my daughter. - Dad, please stop it. - Go inside. What you gonna do? Huh? What you gonna do? You wanna mess with me? Is that what you wanna do? Hey, did you get nice pictures? No, I ran out of batteries. Hey, I was watching that. Just a minute. Shortly before mid-day today, a 1 5-year-old boy was involved in a shoot-out with security police while attempting to rob a cash-in-transit vehicle in the Belma Shopping Mall in Longstreet, Cape Town. The following shocking visuals were captured by security cameras. It's Sipho! According to authorities the teenager's gun was unloaded. - He now lies critically wounded - Oh, my God. in the city hospital guarded by police. I'm Jane Miller for W4B - TV, Cape Town. Hey, what's going on here?
Hey, dad. Where's mom? Who the hell is this? This is Madiba, dad. He's my friend. He's a really great filmmaker. I've got some of his videos. I'm gonna show you. I suppose he's got a gun too, eh? Out! Get out of my house! Dad, what are you talking about? I'm going to call the police. Just get out of my house! Don't move! Dad, don't make me choose between you and Madiba. "Choose"? Don't talk to me about "choose"! I'm your father! - I said, get out! - I'm warning you-- If he goes, I go! Estelle, listen to me. I said, listen to me! Look at your hair. Here-- come, come. Look! Look! Look at your hair! Do you want your children to have crissy hair like that little bugger?
Do you want them to run around with people calling them "darky" or their friends or neighbors? Is that what you want? What are you talking about? Why can't you understand? Why don't you explain it to her? Explain it to her. Why do you think you've never met your father's parents-- your grandparents? Go on. Tell her. Stop it. Ask your father why you never met your grandmother. - The most beautiful woman I ever met. - That's enough! I'll tell you why. It's because she's colored. It never bothered me, but for your father-- It's been hell. It was for all of us. Trying to hide it, trying to be... whiter than white. God. You told me that you fought a lot. You told me that there was bad blood. This is crazy. Let's get out of here. Sure. You drive. Come, quickly. Quick, quick, quick, quick! Let's, go, let's go! Let's go!
There-- that's Sipho's. - Come, let's go. - Wow. Come. Wow. - I'll be back. - Where are you going? - To get my camera. - Oh, okay. What happened? She was trying to stop your father from taking your camera. 1 00 rand. I've got 25 rands only. - I'll take it. - Sharp, sharp. Don't! - You start. - Okay. Mom, dad, I love you both, but I can't live with you. And, Dad, this has nothing to do with... all that stuff. Well, you know what I mean. Hell, I can't believe that was such a big deal anyway. So... I guess this is goodbye. Your turn. Father, I want you to know that I'll be somebody one day. And mother, you're a great woman.
And take care of Louise. I'll come back for the both of you when the time is right. Louise, when I make my first movie, you will star in it. Shine bright and goodbye. - Don't wanna. - Come on, man. One drink. Brothers forever. Brothers forever. Film that way. Always face backwards if you want to see the past go by. They didn't know where they were going to. I hoped things could have worked out for them here. They are two, beautiful, talented people. I've kept the wooden camera box. Dad didn 't try to sell this one, at least. Sometimes I open it and I see all these images dancing inside it-- Sipho, Madiba, Estelle, Benny and me, Louise. Heya, it's time for Kaleido Star. When you watch Kaleido Star, please keep room your brightly lit, and sit as far from the TV as you can. Well, well, well. Everyone, it's Marion. Do you love your mom? My mom died in an accident when I was little, but she was very good on the trampoline. She was a star at Kaleido Stage, and she was a very beautiful and sweet mom. Even now, I still love my mom. I want to be a great woman like my mom when I grow up too. Keep going after your dream without being lost.
If you do that, I'm sure the road to being a real Kaleido Star will open for you. My dream... Miss Layla knew that I'd lost sight of my dream. I was inspired by Miss Layla to join Kaleido Stage. When my dream was being a Kaleido Star like Miss Layla, all I had to do was chase Miss Layla with all my might. In order for that, I could do anything no matter how hard it was. But now, I don't know what I want to do. I don't have a dream. Sora! Have you seen my dad? Wow, you look so adorable. What's up, Marion? You're all dressed up. I'm going to see my mom. "Marion's Amazing Debut" Marion's Amazing Debut "Marion's Amazing Debut" Marion's Amazing Debut Here it is. Your favorites, Casablanca. Aren't they pretty? I bought those at a flower shop in the corner of Northern Street. But the store clerk there is so unfriendly, and she always treats me like a child. The other day, she made me so mad. So I told her "As much as I'm paying you, you could at least be nice!" Then, she... Hey, hey, Marion. If you say everything all at once, you'll make Mom dizzy. Oh, that's true.

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