♪ ♪ PETER: A daughter that I don't know about... Where is she?

Not ready to meet you yet.

DAWN: A newspaper accused you of profiting from your time in government and lying about it.

CHARMIAN: Peter Laurence was in Washington at a dodgy think-tank called British-American, selling off the NHS.

I'd like you to take over at the Ministry of Justice.

Justice?

DAWN: Unless, of course, there's a reason why you shouldn't.

No reason.

I'm going to Washington.

I'm going to get the bastard.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ DUNCAN: Minister is ready to say a few words.

(reporters clamoring) PETER: Good morning.

Most of you will know that I've only just been made minister of Justice.

But I wanted to come down to Shephill as soon as possible, because I know how important this is.

First, I want unequivocally to thank the emergency services for their brilliant handling of the situation.

Things were bad, but they might have been a great deal worse.

I mean no disrespect to any of my predecessors, but the time has come for a totally new approach.

We are the European champions at locking people up.

We lock up more than anyone else.

Don't you believe in locking people up?

Someone should be asking the question: why are we wasting so much public money on a policy that's not working?

Of putting so many people in prison-- in particular, so many women in prison.

REPORTER: It looks like you're saying this violence is going to be rewarded.

PETER: No, I'm saying that I am a new minister and I will be looking at all the department's policies with an objective eye.

I have come to Justice.

Let there be no mistake, I am going to shake things up.

(on TV): Justice deserves that.

All right, uh, thank you, everybody.

Thank you so much, thank you, thank you.

(reporters clamoring) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (distant chatter, keys jangling) (unlocking) Dietl.

KEANE (voiceover): Well?

Are you gonna tell us how this happened?

Who planned it?

Nobody planned it.

KEANE: That isn't true.

STORM: You talk to Andrea every day.

I talk to a lot of women.

There's strength in solidarity.

KEANE: "Solidarity"-- wake up, Rose!

You're not in a trade union here.

It's not a protest movement, it's a prison.

But we still enjoy basic human rights.

You're the smartest prisoner in Shephill.

I refuse to believe anything significant happens here without your participation.

Well, it doesn't matter what you believe.

It matters what you can prove.

STORM: We've been through the video.

Then you know I didn't take any part.

You threw a sweatshirt over a camera.

We got a screen-grab.

I find it hard to believe that you would have done that if you weren't a ring-leader.

I wasn't a ring-leader.

The final bill for the damage could be hundreds of thousands of pounds!

ROSE: I'm sure Parallax can take it.

Did you see the dividend they just paid shareholders?

It was in the "Financial Times."

It was on Tuesday, I think.

You've made the point-- you're clever.

Yeah, I'm a good deal cleverer than Parallax.

They just told the government they could run their prisons at half-price.

This prison is run efficiently.

ROSE: You must be worried about your own job.

Do you have anything else to fall back on?

Anything else in the skill set?

The director wants you to confirm who was behind the riot.

I'll only testify to a public inquiry, judge-led.

That isn't going to happen.

That's not what the justice minister said.

An internal inquiry, that's it.

Inquiring into your own failings?

Ah, you won't get away with that.

KEANE: You are smart.

And your friend Steff isn't so smart.

(lights buzzing softly) (cup clatters on floor) Please sit down.

(door closes) Steff.

You did violence to a guard who had to receive hospital treatment.

No, that was just an accident.

She's ready to bring criminal charges.

That'll see you back in Crown Court.

You could be in this prison for a very long time.

STORM: We want to ask you, Steff... You had a visitor last week.

STEFF: I don't want to talk about it.

It's private.

KEANE: You're looking at an extra 200 days.

If you want to help your case, then you can help us.

What was Peter Laurence doing at Shephill?

And why was he talking to you?

♪ ♪ Morning, Minister.

WOMAN: Good morning, Minister.

♪ ♪ PETER: There's only one word for this.

It's "scandalous"!

Good morning, Minister.

No, it's not a good morning, because I've been reading that!

I assume this is the Shephill visit.

Yes, it is, Dame Vanessa.

The prime minister's office... (shuts door) has been on.

I'm sure they have.

They saw the interview.

That's the briefing paper.

I'm permanent under-secretary.

If there was an official briefing paper, I should have seen it.

It's something I ran up.

The minister wanted some bullet points.

Do you know how many people have killed themselves in British prisons in the last 20 years?

I don't have that figure to hand.

It's 2,000.

I'd need to see the data.

No, you wouldn't, because I've just given it to you-- it's 2,000.

That's 100 a year, that's two prisoners per week.

And no one is doing a blind thing about it.

Don't you think your first priority, Minister, is to restore order?

PETER: No, I think my first priority is to restore sense.

Joy, diary!

The Prison Service has a chief psychiatric officer.

I can give you his survey on self-harm in prisons.

Self-harm?

They're killing themselves!

With respect, Minister, this isn't an authorized paper.

It came from your special adviser.

PETER: So, you're saying the figure's wrong?

Once you get into the granular in this area of policy, things aren't as simple as they seem.

Dead's pretty simple.

And the annual cost of keeping an inmate in prison?

The figures are soft.

Yeah, big and soft.

Depending on the category... All right, it's 40,000 a year-- for a young offender, 60,000!

May as well send them to Eton.

At first appearance, it might... Do you know what it costs of maintaining the entire estate, do you know what that is?

New ministers on arrival at Justice may be slightly misled.

Prisons are costing us 4.3 billion pounds a year.

And that is why we've been trying to bring down costs through privatization.

I've nothing against privatization, as long as it works, but I do have a simpler suggestion.

I think I may have heard it before.

Why don't we stop locking people up?

Well, as you are aware, that is a political question.

It's not something I can decide.

This ministry is drifting.

It's time to set a new course.

Joy!

♪ ♪ The minister's ready to look at his diary.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (door closes) And are you the mysterious Margaret?

Good guess.

Hmm.

Are you going to have a proper drink?

I'm going to have a large vodka, just so you know.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

You were leaving court after the Peter Laurence case.

I overheard you talking to that little boy who always follows you around.

Luke.

What did I say?

You said you loved getting the guilty ones off.

Oh, I didn't say "guilty."

I said "suspect are guilty"-- thank you.

You should learn to keep your voice down.

Whatever that is, I don't want it.

That's your choice.

But hang on to it, it won't do you any harm.

Are you gonna tell me who you are?

I assume you're some kind of nutcase or maybe someone who's nursing a grudge.

Neither.

What, then?

Someone who cares about the truth.

Unlikely.

If you cared about the truth, you would have given the paper's team this dossier, or whatever it is, weeks ago.

It wasn't possible.

Why not?

How well did you get to know Laurence?

Well enough.

How did you find him-- to deal with?

Refreshing.

There's something about Laurence's recklessness that adds up to integrity.

He takes up genuine positions.

The papers are going nuts over his views over prisons, and he doesn't give a damn.

That's class.

Sounds as if you agree with him.

You asked for my opinion.

Look, I put the case behind me.

People don't hire me to investigate, they hire me to win.

And that's what I did.

You're going to take that file home and throw it aside.

And then one night, you're going to get up because you can't resist reading it.

And maybe if you're not interested, the little dude will be.

Thanks for your time.

♪ ♪ (scanners beeping) You all right?

You know someone in there?

Yeah, loosely.

Look, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.

I don't.

♪ ♪ Come on, Steff.

At least talk to me.

Please.

I ain't got nothing to say.

They put me in here 'cause I'm useless.

Steff, we're gonna get out.

We're gonna walk out of here with our heads held high.

We're not gonna let them win.

Rose...

I'm gonna get 200 more days.

(reporters clamoring, cameras clicking) REPORTER: Are you gonna set all the prisoners free, Peter?

Prime Minister.

Oh, I'm glad you have time in your rich and interesting life to come and see me.

Rich, but not interesting.

I'm meant to be at the Law Society.

I don't know if you remember what political party you belong to, Peter.

Why do you ask that?

Because sometimes its founding principles seem to slip your mind.

As you know, Dawn, I believe in pushing back the boundaries of the state.

Oh, is that what you believe?

Yes, I am a libertarian.

I care less about the party than I do about freedom.

And how do you feel about the state protecting its citizens from those who wish to do them harm?

I would never knowingly put anyone in danger.

But you're going to open all the prison doors and let everyone out.

That's not what I said, and you know it's not what I meant.

Don't get smart with me.

I saw you outside Shephill.

And?

You were sent to Justice after a period of riotous over-exposure.

You were meant to administer that department, not overturn it.

Well, maybe you should have checked my views before you sent me there.

I don't care about your views!

What do you think this is, "Question Time"?

What is it about you, Peter, a death wish?

Every time you start becoming acceptable, you start making trouble again.

Prime Minister, everyone knows that the prison system is grossly inefficient.

Let's strike out, for God's sake, let's take a risk.

I thought that you believed that politics was about identity, as well as economics.

I do believe that, yes.

So let me tell you something about the British identity.

We lock people up.

We're famous for it.

We do it in the interests of public safety.

And to punish.

Oh, yes.

The British like locking people up.

It's in our character.

So if you start bringing in fancy new policies, you destroy the essential bond between public and our party.

And that is a bond of trust, Peter.

Now, our party own law and order, and I am not surrendering that electoral ground to anyone.

I thought we owned efficiency, too.

Identity trumps efficiency.

If you don't know that, you shouldn't be in politics.

I'm not completely sure what you're trying to tell me, Prime Minister.

The same rules apply to you as to anyone.

You're already beginning to lose the loyalty of your own staff.

Really?

Who do you have in mind?

Dame Vanessa Pollard.

Page one for government ministers: life gets hard when you lose the staff.

Is this meeting over?

I know you, Peter.

You think you're too popular to be sacked.

But if the moment comes, I shall be happy to prove you wrong.

Now it's over.

♪ ♪ Prime Minister.

Peter.

Thank you so much for coming in.

We need to discuss the proposals for the inquiry into the violence at Shephill.

Yes.

There is one thing I should mention before we do.

Please.

Perhaps you already know, the day before the riot, Peter Laurence visited the prison.

You mean a few days after?

No, I mean the day before.

I didn't know that, no.

He visited someone he said was his constituent.

Said?

We've identified her as one of the ring-leaders of the disturbances.

I thought I should mention it before you plump for a formal inquiry.

Yes-- tell me more.

(keys jangling) (phone buzzing) (Peter sighs) Yeah.

DUNCAN (over phone): Bad news.

You need to look at your phone.

You are not going to like it-- take a look.

(phone vibrates) Jesus... (sighs) Did you know about this?

No.

Well, we thought it was a battle, now it's a war.

DUNCAN: Do you want to call Lily?

(glasses clatter) We should warn her.

PETER: No, I'll speak to her later.

Jesus, how could she have been so stupid?

All right.

Oh, my God!

They're hydra-headed, aren't they?

Who?

The press.

Cut their head off one day, and they come right back the next-- I drove a stake right through their heart, and because they can't get me, they come after Lily.

What will you do?

I'm gonna fight.

I'm gonna say this is a sign that we need to be re-examining the drug laws.

I'd rather be a villain than a hypocrite.

You're already saying you want to overturn prison policy.

Now you want to take on drug law, as well?

(sighs) And all because your own daughter likes a toot?

You won't come well out of that.

All right, it's a private matter.

My family's out of bounds.

I brought them up to be independent.

I don't interfere-- they make their own decisions.

How does that sound?

Are you going to call her?

No, she can call me.

♪ ♪ Good morning, Prime Minister.

I thought you should see this.

Is this your doing?

As it happens, not.

Still... Can't help but feel sorry for the poor girl.

♪ ♪ LILY: Charlotte.

Lily, what's going on?

They've got photos.

Who?

The newspaper, they've published photos of me snorting at the party and falling over.

I don't believe it.

(sighs): I'm worried my dad's going to be furious.

Have you spoken to him?

Did you ring?

No, that's not gonna work.

♪ ♪ (music playing on headphones) We haven't met-- I work for the minister.

I'm Vanessa Pollard.

I'm his daughter.

Yes, I recognized you.

PETER: Lily, what a nice surprise.

Come on in.

You haven't even rung me.

No, I didn't ring you because I was too angry.

You were angry?

It didn't happen to you, it happened to me.

But it wasn't me putting coke up my nose.

Come here.

No.

Come here.

No!

Lily, come on, just give me a hug-- I was joking.

You don't get out of it that easily.

Get out of what?

What am I supposed to have done?

Lily, this is your mess.

I've spent my whole life trying to teach you to accept responsibility-- haven't you learnt that?

I, I don't mean to be harsh, I really don't.

Don't you have any sympathy for me, Dad?

Of course I do!

I just want you to accept when something's your fault.

Screw you!

Screw you, Dad, honestly!

I came down here to say sorry to you, but sod it!

Why should I-- I'm not saying sorry to you.

(door bangs) ♪ ♪ PETER: Night.

I shan't need you anymore, Sydney.

Thanks, have a good night.

SYDNEY: Good night, sir.

PETER: Let's walk, it'll do us good.

♪ ♪ Well, Mick, as you know, I was not lucky enough to go to university, but my understanding is that having fun is part of university life.

Oh, right, so you think that taking drugs is just having fun?

No, that's not what I said.

You're a government minister, Peter.

That's right, I'm a government minister and my daughter isn't-- there's a big difference.

This is so bloody typical.

You pose as a man of the people...

I don't pose as anything, Mick.

But when it comes down to it, Peter, there's one rule for you and another rule for the rest of us.

(on speaker): Anyone else would have been arrested by now.

You're the minister for Justice, and your own family's breaking the law.

How much longer can you last in that job?

A lot of people, you know, think you're taking the piss.

In what way?

Because everybody in Britain agrees with me: you lock criminals up and you throw away the key.

But you, for some reason, seem to want them wandering around on the streets out there.

I absolutely do not want that.

Why the hell would you make all this trouble for yourself, Peter, when you just don't need to?

Well, Mick, this may come as a bit of a shock to you, but I happen to be one of those politicians who believes in leading... (chuckles): ...rather than following.

(on speaker): I don't care if people agree, yes.

(phone buzzing) But I do care about what's right.

What's happened?

She doesn't usually let you go this early.

PETER: Throw away the key... By the way, anybody listening to this... Well, it would be a shame to waste it.

Yeah, no, he won't mind, he's flying.

What's the advantage of throwing away a key?

MICK: As a policy.

(chuckles) Okay.

(distant siren, traffic sounds) ♪ ♪ (phone buzzes) ♪ ♪ PETER (voiceover): And I care very deeply about prison reform.

That is, that is something I want very badly.

Oh, I don't doubt that you want prison reform.

I'm not so sure your prime minister does.

And she's got 99% of the country on her side with that one.

Well, Mick, maybe you know her thoughts better than I do.

(shivering) (sniffles) ♪ ♪ (taxi approaches) Marylebone, please.

(sirens) ♪ ♪ (engine idling) Here you go, Phil.

Lovely.

Thank you, good luck.

Now, don't spend it all at once.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (exhales): Feels like forever.

It isn't.

(giggles) (breathing heavily) I don't want to upset you, but...

I did want to ask you a question.

(kissing) Go on, then.

It's just... (sighs): Peter was a bit spooked.

One day, a prisoner comes forward to say he has a daughter, and then the next day, he's made minister of Justice.

Oh, I see-- are you asking... (sighs): I suppose I'm asking whether she knew.

Well, of course she knew.

I told her.

But didn't I specifically... What?

Look, you and I, we tell each other stuff.

But we also ring-fence stuff, don't we?

And this whole thing with the illegitimate daughter, I actually, I remember ring-fencing.

I'm sure I did.

I don't remember that.

I'm wondering what this relationship means to you.

Are you saying you don't want to see me anymore?

No.

No, I'm not saying that.

Okay, then.

But can I just ask...

Ask anything.

Is she out to destroy his career?

Dawn doesn't have to.

Isn't he doing that for himself?

(piano playing intro to "Hallelujah" chorus) CHOIR: ♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah!

♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah!

♪ ♪ Hallelujah!

♪ ♪ For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

♪ ♪ For the Lord God omnipotent... ♪ (seagulls squawking) Wow!

Shaping up.

Are you happy?

Very.

You must have had a very difficult time.

I saw all that stuff about Lily in the paper.

It was awful, wasn't it?

Is she all right?

Well, I've spoken to her on the phone.

Good.

She's shaken, but who wouldn't be?

It's so unfair.

I need to get going.

Oh, I'll walk with you.

Didn't you go up to London?

Weren't you with Peter, for his court case?

Just to testify.

How much of him do you see?

Oh, quite a lot, when I'm not making music.

He's always down here at the weekend.

Remember, it's his constituency.

He knows I'm not keen on dinners and parties and things in London.

Do you ever go?

Oh, you know, if it's the queen.

♪ ♪ Lily!

I've been at the house all night.

There is one jar of olives, the hot water has been turned off, and there is no sign of my dad, so where do you take him?

Lily, you know I can't tell you that.

What, he has another life?

You know I can't.

Always loyal to the boss, is that it?

She's called Madeleine.

(chewing): There's a fresh development.

Concerning what?

(shuts door): I'm about to tell you.

Not if you're going to eat while you talk.

(chewing audibly): I'm not.

You know how I feel about that.

Here.

She's sending her DNA.

She... What?

She wants a DNA test.

Oh, Duncan, Duncan, come on!

Just when we're back in front.

We don't even know who this supposed daughter is meant to be-- is she telling us?

No.

Right, so, even if the DNA is a match, this Frost woman could have got it anywhere.

She's in prison.

Well, how's she planning to send it?

On a comb in the post.

Do we have any way of establishing who the comb belongs to?

Duncan, we... Can we just think about this?

I make a discreet prison visit, 24 hours later, there's a riot, and you're now seriously proposing that the minister of Justice investigates whether or not he has a daughter in Shephill?

(exhales): Something tells me I'm taking this more seriously than you are.

I'm not giving this woman the steam off my (no audio).

You must have been thinking about it.

Well, I haven't!

We need to deal with this before it gets out of hand.

We are dealing with it-- in different ways.

My way is better than yours.

I wouldn't even have gone there if you hadn't caught me off-guard.

(exhales): Minister, have you read any classic literature?

Don't you know there's something called justice and it always wins in the end?

Justice is not a notion, Duncan.

It's a department of state.

And a badly run one at that.

What's the one thing that you and I have learned?

You can get away with anything if you just brazen it out.

ANNOUNCER (over radio): Traffic flowing freely down route 395 this evening all the way from junction 1 to Capitol Hill.

(indistinct chatter, club music playing) Cheers, thanks.

(party chatter, pulsing music) I couldn't help noticing.

Noticing what?

That you've been looking at me.

Have I?

And you've been here for some time.

Well, if you know that, then you've been looking at me.

Is that gin?

No, it's not gin, I just have tonic.

Odd to drink tonic in a bar.

You part of this whole Republican thing?

Not that I know about.

Should I be?

No, it's just, it's a Republican bar.

Really?

It's where we all come.

Okay.

To let our hair down.

Well, I like this bar.

It's comforting.

Why are you drinking alone?

(chuckles): I'm Irish.

We're not frightened to be alone.

And I'd much rather be among people than in a hotel room.

What are you doing in town?

It's my sister's birthday.

Barry Errera.

Stella Jones.

Stella?

I've never met a Stella before.

I'm sorry, but you're not my first Barry.

I know another bar.

It's quieter.

Yeah, okay.

So, what do you do for a living, Stella?

Oh, sort of, um, public relations, you know.

What about you?

I work in a gas factory.

Washington's full of them.

I don't know what that is.

Well, it's a lobby group dressed up as a think tank.

Is that legal?

It's not illegal.

I'll tell you how it works.

Say, for instance, you sell tobacco.

What do you do?

You can't just say, "Tobacco is good," 'cause obviously it's not.

No.

So, you dream up a philosophy.

You say, "Smoking's an issue of individual freedom."

Like every human being has the right to pollute their own lungs?

You have the right to your own cancer.

(chuckles): Sure.

So you get a gang of academics-- they're cheap, they'll say anything-- and you form a think tank.

Open up an office, give it a brass plate, and suddenly you're talking to senators.

Not as a salesman, oh, no, you're the "president of the American Forum for Freedom."

And what do you call this group?

It's called British-American Development Forum.

Heard of it?

No.

I wish I could persuade you.

Uh, you can't persuade me, not tonight.

Another night?

Another night, maybe, yeah, yeah.

Uh, that's my car.

Good night.

Thank you.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (gulls calling) (rock music playing) CHOIR (on recording): ♪ Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

♪ (front door closes) ♪ Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

♪ ("Hallelujah" continues, rock music plays on headphones) Mum?

Goodness, Lily.

("Hallelujah" stops) What on Earth are you doing here?

That's not very welcoming.

Oh, I had no idea you were coming.

It's a surprise.

Of course, I'm pleased.

Surely it's still term-time, isn't it?

I've lost track of everything.

Yeah, it's still term-time.

I'm making tea.

I thought I might hide for a few days.

It's that time of the year, the Hastings Music Festival.

You know how it is.

As always, we're short of men.

Too many women, which doesn't suit Handel; the balance is wrong.

Have you spoken to Dad?

Why?

Did you tell him you were coming down here?

No.

How long are you staying?

Um, sorry, um, do you know, I'm even forgetting how you take your tea.

Of course you are.

No reason you should know, but I've started taking sugar.

So that's sugar and milk?

Both.

(traffic sounds, siren) ♪ ♪ (door intercom buzzes) ♪ ♪ (door clanks) Yeah?

You're Zoe Downs.

People say you know more about the Development Forum than anyone in the United States.

So you must be the fool who went up against them?

You used to cover the same turf as me.

I blogged for a while, and then I stopped.

Why was that?

I recognize you from the trial.

Well, I'm back on the story.

I've actually just been talking to someone from British-American.

I know them all, give me a name.

Barry Errera.

You're kidding!

Well, he seemed easy, very amiable.

Christ!

You're a terrible judge of character.

Look, if you helped me, nobody would know about us.

Come on.

CHARMIAN: Thank you.

ZOE: Studying British-American was my whole life for eight months.

So, what happened?

Well, I got scared.

You know, investigative journalism sounds so great when you work at "The Washington Post."

When you're a 20-something woman living alone, well, it's not so funny.

What do you do now?

Travel.

"Ten Best Hotels in Cancun."

(blows raspberry, clears throat) That's the list.

Those are the staff who took non-disclosure agreements.

A lot of people got rich.

(door opens) CHARMIAN: You mean no chance they'll talk to me.

Are you really going through with this?

I was humiliated.

I was humiliated in court when I couldn't tell what I knew.

Can you imagine what that's like?

You're a journalist and you're branded as malicious and incompetent.

Eat.

Can I ask you one question?

Did anyone not sign an NDA?

(distant phone ringing) (knocks twice) This has come through the scanner.

It's addressed to Peter, it seems very odd.

DUNCAN: What's in it?

A comb.

Why on Earth would anyone send Peter a comb?

Is this a joke?

His hair's always perfect, he makes a special point of it.

I think I'd better take that.

Do you know what it is?

Just let me take it!

♪ ♪ What on Earth are you doing?

In the minister's office?

You're not telling me he's sent for his comb.

(chuckles): No.

Then why are you lifting it like that?

Because... (exhales) Look, it's complicated.

Am I butting into something non-governmental?

Is that what you're saying?

No, not at all.

I know he trusts you.

Yeah.

Then carry on.

(drawer shuts) Okay, there's something called Central Biolabs.

It's in Ealing, it's accredited by the ministry to carry out tests on behalf of the civil courts.

What do you want to find out?

I want to know if these two people are related.

Is this the comb that came through the post?

(exhales) Look, Joy... You have three children and you're the family breadwinner because your husband is on a charge of selling cigarettes illegally outside a pub in Bromley.

Am I right?

And we both know how you testified in Peter's court case.

So I think, at this moment, I can rely on you to be discreet.

Yes, you can.

Not a word at the lab when you're there, and not a word to Vanessa when you get back.

Agreed.

They can do it in 90 minutes.

Get up from your desk.

♪ ♪ Here's 50 quid for your cabs.

♪ ♪ BARRY: Sorry about the wait.

How do you like British-American?

Pretty impressive, huh?

Very.

We're giving you the whole treatment.

(door opens) BARRY: It's great you could make dinner.

Thanks.

No, I, I wanted to.

(door closes) I thought this place would make you laugh.

Crazy, isn't it?

(laughs): Yeah, crazy.

A lot of people who take themselves too seriously.

Still, no reason why we can't relax.

So, how do you like Washington?

Yeah, um, I went shopping with my sister today.

Where?

Uh, Benda's, at... Dupoint Circle-- do you know it?

I'm not good on handbags.

Uh, what's this?

It's just grapefruit juice.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thanks.

(water running) ♪ ♪ (phone buzzing) Hello?

Yeah, yeah, it's me.

Oh, my God, that's great.

Yeah, yeah, send it on.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

Thank you.

(sighs) (approaching footsteps) You okay?

CHARMIAN: Sure.

I didn't tell you.

But I think I have to go back to London tomorrow.

When was her birthday-- your sister?

It was last night.

Shame, I was hoping you'd stay longer.

I poured you a brandy.

Thanks.

(puts glass down heavily) I should go.

I'll get you a cab.

Actually, I need to walk.

If you're ever back in Washington, you be sure to look me up.

Sure.

I'll wait for it.

Thanks for dinner.

(thunder rumbling) (raining steadily) (buzzes) Nadia?

Charmaine?

Charmian, yeah.

Thank you so much for calling, I, uh...

I appreciate it, I really do.

Come in.

Thank you.

This is really kind of you.

And you're sure you don't mind going on record?

Why wouldn't I-- what have I got to lose?

Mom?

NADIA: Charmian.

Hi.

MOTHER: Hi.

(fridge opens) Um... (television on in background) (bottles opening) Old school.

Uh... believe it or not, they're actually safer.

I didn't like British-American.

It was all meant to be so grand and important and such a high-flown place, but it wasn't.

The other girls they paid off, but me they didn't, because they didn't think I was worth anything.

Can you tell me about Peter Laurence?

This was an international event, meant to be about Western values.

Meant to be?

Really, it was a chance for interested parties to meet in discreet surroundings.

So what went wrong?

I'd seen Laurence once or twice before.

Actually, I really liked him.

He treats everyone the same, however lowly you are.

So what happened?

He wasn't officially there.

He wasn't on the schedule.

But he did have meetings to discuss deregulation, in this case pharmaceuticals.

He was very passionate.

In what way?

He said it was impossible for a public health service to function properly in the best interests of all the people.

And what did he mean by that?

He said what Britain needed was what he called "discreet privatization" of the NHS.

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

Nadia, you're saying he was present.

Can you confirm he was paid for this advice?

Depends on what you call paid.

Officially, he was paid to give a speech.

How much?

Half a million dollars.

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

Lots of expensive speeches at British-American-- go figure.

Can you remember how he got the money?

He got paid through a shell company.

Was it Stanfield Titles?

Yeah.

You don't know how long I've been searching for someone willing to go on the record.

Now you've found her.

Finally, I can prove he lied in court.

Just, thank you, and thanks for the drink.

♪ ♪ (phone vibrating) Hey.

Hey, you still up?

LUKE (over phone): Wanted to be sure you were ok. Luke, I just had the most fantastic meeting.

I finally found someone who is going to go on record and say that Peter Laurence was in Washington on that day.

You're sounding a little blurry, Charmian.

MAN: Hey!

Luke, Luke, can I call you back in, like, 20 minutes?

Will you still be up?

Okay.

MAN: Hey, where you going?

(sirens) MAN: I just wanna talk to you.

(dog barking, sirens blaring in distance) Lady, come on.

You don't even know where you're going.

(classical music playing) Have you spoken to your father about the pictures?

I went to London to tell him.

I have a feeling this family needs to kick up to a whole new level of honesty.

(music continues) Do you know that Dad has a girlfriend, or do you simply not ask?

No, Lily, I don't know that.

I'm not quite sure how you do.

Can you turn from the table and look at me, please?

Thank you.

I'm also not quite sure why you want to tell me.

When he's in London, he stays the night with a librarian.

Not the kind who stamps books, the kind who handles manuscripts.

Did you know that?

Did you?

I did and I didn't.

(sighs) Um... Can you call Dad, please?

I think we need to get the family together.

(knock at door) Sir, it's your wife on line one.

Well, I'm working-- I'll call her back.

ERIKA: She says it's the only time she's ever insisted you pick up the phone, right away.

(shuts door) One second.

Yeah.

Hold on.

Do you mind?

(door opens and closes) Yeah.

(engine stops) DUNCAN: Well?

I've got a problem.

Lily turned up in Hastings and told her mother that I have a girlfriend in Marylebone.

(shuts door) I always assumed Helen knew, didn't she?

PETER: Yeah, uh...

Thanks, Sydney, I think we're, we're done for the night.

Good night, sir.

Here.

Thanks.

(car door shuts) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (classical music playing, phone buzzing) PETER (voicemail greeting): This is Peter Laurence, leave a message.

♪ ♪ (phone buzzing) Yeah.

Peter, I've got some news.

(over phone): I did the DNA test with the comb that she sent me.

What... What on Earth were you doing?

I told you not to do that.

Why did you do that?

What was I supposed to do?

I thought it was important.

What matters... ...is that it's positive.

Peter, you have a daughter.

We don't know who she is, but we know that she exists.

What do you want me to do?

(Peter screams, car crashes) ♪ ♪ Didn't know there was to be a family reunion.

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

Everything that's useful, yes.

ROCHELLE: Be straight with me.

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

All right.

Something has happened, and I need to be sure that you can stick to the story.

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