The Halcyon

One, two, a-one, two, three, four.

Go on! Just one drink.

- You know I can't. - You're only the assistant manager.

Love you.

Listen, you

Don't think that I can't get another you

Don't think I'm standing here just feeling blue...

Still doing your reporting from behind a martini glass, Mr. O'Hara?

Well, technically, Miss. Garland, it's bourbon.

Don't know what made me go and change my mind...

Don't know why I was feeling so unkind

Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm.

I'm sure it's just another false alarm.

Quickly, please.

Here we go again.

Check the floors for strays.

This way, please.

- Another place to clean, then. - Yeah.

- Billy, look at you! - Mum, leave off.

Oh, wonderful. She's found the Jew.

Do you want to wait outside, Chef?

Not in front of the guests.

Ladies and gentlemen, a moment, please.

For those of you who have been rudely awakened, I apologise.

And for those still to go to bed, you also have my sympathies.

But I assure you,

this is the safest place to be in the city.

These things are moving fast

No time left in my hourglass

No hopes for you and me

Long gone, they left without apology

Nothing can stop these

Cold clock hands

From turning

Pray it won't stop these

Falling sands

Raining down

Are you serious, Tom?

They don't even use them any more. They've got the Cruiser now.

That's a big pounder, spitting out 100 rounds at the front,

three mounted Vicker machine guns at the back.

Yeah, I know that!

Can, c'est Francais, oui? Une francaise. Bien.

Je suis desolee. Je suis desolee, de vous avoir fait attendre la.

Oui, je suis desolee.

Chef needs these ingredients.

He does know there's a war on, right?

More families coming from France every day.

A lot don't even speak English.

At this rate we'll be running to capacity.

Remember to breathe occasionally.

I still feel like I'm wearing someone else's shoes.

He's... here, Mr. Garland.

Apparently the Count has already checked out of the Dorchester

and the Savoy.

As long as nobody interferes with my job,

I'm sure he'll have a long and happy stay with us.

Your Excellency.

Lady Hamilton...

You are even more radiant than your reputation led me to believe.

You're very kind.

And we're honoured that you chose our hotel.

Emma, the Regent Suite, please.

Mr. D'Aberville.

When did you and His Excellency travel from France?

Oh, we left the Cote D'Azur two weeks ago,

just ahead of the pack.

The German wolves snapping at our heels.

Only a matter of time before they reach Paris.

If there's anything His Excellency needs,

please contact either me or Miss. Garland.

Oh, he'll need something.

He always needs something.

You're not exactly a ray of sunshine.

I thought I could do this job.

I snapped at Chef in front of everyone.

I keep saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

That's because you're thinking about him.

I'm not thinking about Freddie.

Then how did you know 'him' was him?

How's he getting on, anyway?

I don't know.

I haven't heard from him since he left the base.

I appreciate you boys letting me take a look around.

So, you're the gentleman that Freddie hit, aren't you?

Well, it was a sucker punch.

And I guess I was the sucker.

So, I wanted to start by asking you

about the withdrawal at Dunkirk.

We did our best to provide cover, no matter what anyone says.

Oh, I'm not disagreeing.

I'm just trying to understand.

Well, maybe that's the best place to start.

Let people know how it feels to be one of you,

in this situation, at this time.

That's the last of your...

luggage, Your Excellency.

Do you know what this is?

Well, it's a erm...

A gun, sir.

This is my family heirloom.

My great-grandfather went to fight for Napoleon III.

Have you ever held a gun?

No.

Neither had he.

On his first day, they gave him this weapon.

It never left his side.

Not even when he came home.

Saved his life many times.

See, my great-grandfather knew that,

beneath our veneer of respectability,

all men are savages.

What is your name?

Billy, sir.

Thank you, Billy.

Billy's all wide-eyed and excited.

He's only turned 18 today

and already he's put in a request for the Royal Engineers.

I suppose he feels it's his duty.

They were the sewer rats of the last war.

Came home in pieces.

If they came home at all.

Switchboard.

Of course, Your Excellency. I have the manager right here.

He has sent back the tete de veau twice already.

I have made it with gribiche and I have made it with ravigote,

and each one was top notch.

Perhaps if you were to bring the next dish to him yourself.

Right.

So, you expect me to bend and scrape in front of that chump?

I am so glad we understand each other.

Did you make this?

No. It was our head chef.

Ah! I think there is some fire in the eyes

of my little Austrian friend.

Please, speak your mind.

We are just two poor refugees, far from our homes.

This is the third time the dish has been cooked for you.

There are people on rations, starving,

and you're tossing away good food like the world hasn't changed.

But the world has not changed.

Not for me, at least.

It has merely... shifted latitude.

The government wants you to work for them? Really?

Please keep your voice down.

Trading it all in to become a civil servant.

- At least you dress the part. - Thank you, Mother.

You grew up so fast.

Both of you.

Lady Hamilton.

- May I? - Oh, of course.

You don't remember me, do you?

It was a few years ago.

Yes. Of course I do.

No recollection at all.

I'm so sorry.

Weren't you one of Dobby Tucker's set?

And now the good lady adds insult to injury.

- I'll have a coffee, please. - Yes, sir.

Well, obviously, as a woman of taste and good manners,

you find gossip abhorrent.

Absolutely. I can't stand it.

Then I should warn you in advance,

because you were the one who brought up Dobby Tucker.

Now, let me tell you...

Dis pas ca, c'est pas possible!

On me I'a vole, j'en suis sur! On me I'a vole!

Quelqu'un a vole!

Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Excellence?

My gun! Stolen from my room by one of your staff!

You're disappointed.

You came here with your story already written.

Oh, yeah? What story's that?

'Those poor young pilots, fearful of the coming conflict.'

All right, all right.

But with the situation in France, and Britain being next in line,

there's gotta be some trepidation.

There's no space for fear in the cockpit, Mr. O'Hara.

What's happening?

We're air cover for ships, evacuating our people from France.

I thought the evacuation was over. In Dunkirk, yes. But St Nazaire,

Nantes, we've still got a lot of men out there.

That sounds dangerous. Don't worry about me, Mr. O'Hara.

This is a very serious situation.

I know guests like the Count can be difficult.

But if he says the gun is priceless, we must accept that at face value.

And the only people with access to his room

are us, the staff.

Funny, innit?

Nothing ever went missing before.

Then er... Herr Klein shows up.

I did not take the gentleman's gun! You were in his room.

Should have seen him when he came back.

Acting strange.

Most of the kitchen staff act strange.

- Hardly a basis for guilt. - Why not look in his locker, then?

We're not turning this into a witch-hunt.

You could look in mine as well. Look in them all.

This is wrong.

Mr. Klein was the last member of staff to be seen