The Halcyon

Buzz, buzz, snap, snap

Another one falls right into the trap

Buzz, buzz, snap, snap

Another one falls right into the trap

Buzz, buzz, snap, snap

Another one falls right into the trap

Buzz, buzz, snap, snap

Another one falls right into the trap

Well, my friends are always saying and to me it's no surprise...

Well done.

You know that sound!

- We all got to move out. - Aw!

I know, I know!

Just time for one last song.

For a lady who turns 50 years old today.

The Halcyon Hotel!

The stories these walls could tell.

So raise your glasses and give a cheer

to 50 golden years!

Emma. I was wrong.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you...

These hands are moving fast

No time left to my old life

No hopes for you and me

They're long gone and left without apology

Nothing can stop these cold clock hands

From turning

Praying won't stop these falling sands

Raining down

No eye contact, no greetings. Just act like they're not here.

Consider me part of the wallpaper.

- Good morning, Lord Hamilton. - Thank you, Feldman.

- Would you? - Come on.

Terrible weather.

The Royal Suite is prepared, Your Lordship.

Thank you, Mr. Garland.

You remember Miss Lambert?

This way, please.

- All right. Step back. - Yes, Chef.

You know what they say.

Nothing good ever comes in through the back.

The vote of no confidence has fatally wounded Chamberlain

and all indications suggest that it comes down to Halifax or Churchill now.

We must use our power and influence to guide this country

in her time of need.

Churchill is an idiot.

Well, he sees things as black and white.

Lord Halifax understands the situation is more nuanced.

Nuanced? I was with Halifax when he met the Fuhrer.

Hitler thought he was a footman. He handed him his coat.

With all due respect, Miss Lambert,

our concerns lie more with economic implications,

rather than social.

The last war plunged our nation into a recession

- from which we have barely recovered. - Hear, hear!

- Gin, please. - Yes, of course.

Anything yet?

Apologies, Mr. O'Hara, but as I explained,

check-in isn't until 12.

Should your room become available before then, I will inform you.

Well, thank you.

Well, you guys seem real busy here today.

I saw some serious-looking men

in some serious-looking cars coming in earlier.

Well, sir, the Halcyon is used for a variety of meetings

and business conferences.

Do they always come in through the back, though?

If... if they wish to.

We try to meet all guests' needs, whether it's how they enter the hotel

or what time they wish to check in.

Oh. Well, thank you.

Oh...

One last question. This is probably the most important.

What is your name?

Emma Garland.

Well, thank you for your help, Emma Garland.

The Fuhrer has already stated that he doesn't view Britain as the enemy.

Hitler also reneged on Munich. We need to exercise caution.

Surely the answer is to join with him.

No, that is not an option.

We're trying to avoid being dragged into a war,

not forming an alliance.

You say you're men of vision but you're blind.

Look at how he has restored Germany's fortunes.

Ten years ago, they were on their knees.

Miss Lambert...

Now they tower over Europe!

Hitler is not afraid to take what he wants,

to take a stand against this plague of itinerants.

Miss Lambert, your connections are very much appreciated

but you will respect the authority of the chair.

This is not up for discussion.

Now, may we address the matter at hand?

I'd like another drink, please.

Stay.

One more, thank you.

- Again. Mm-hm? - Charity...

Please, sir. Can I have some more?

Put that down!

She's on my side, aren't you, girl?

She doesn't want her job taken by some shabby little Jew, either.

Charity...

- Oh, you stupid idiot! - Oh, I'm so sorry!

I think that's enough, Miss Lambert.

You don't tell me what to do, Lawrence,

and you don't tell me what to say!

I shan't be kept in the shadows any more.

Perhaps now might be a good time to break for tea and sandwiches.

Gentlemen, if you could make your way to the Linton Lounge

at the end of the corridor.

- You need to have a lie-down. - Aren't you going to join me, Lawrence?

Always just standing there in the background.

Is that what you like, Mr. Garland?

To watch?

- That's quite enough of that, now. - Shut up, Lawrence.

What were you thinking?

- It was an accident. - I'm not stupid, Emma.

I swear - my hand just slipped.

You heard what she was saying. How can you stand there and listen to that?

Because it's the job.

This is Lord Hamilton's hotel and he's been very good to us.

Well, I suppose I'm an embarrassment as a receptionist and a daughter, then.

Maybe one. Not the other.

Go on. Back to work.

Good morning, Betsey.

- Ugh! - Mm.

You're not supposed to be in here. What if I'd been someone else?

- Someone important? - I'm sorry.

I was too tired to go home after the show.

Besides, a lady needs her beauty sleep.

I think you stopped being a lady somewhere between the seventh and eighth cocktail.

I don't know how you get up in the mornings.

Housekeeping!

Good morning, Mrs. Hobbs. What are you doing in here?

A guest rang to say they'd left something behind.

There's no need to clean. The room is ready.

You can tell your little whore friend

that if I catch her in one of my rooms again

she'll lose more than a shoe.

Whore?

Skinner.

- Lady Hamilton. Welcome home. - Your Ladyship.

Thank you.

She's back.

Mr. Garland, Her Ladyship's here.

She's not due till tomorrow.

- Where is she now? - Where do you think?

Lady Hamilton?

I am sorry.

I'm afraid His Lordship has a rather nasty headache.

He made me promise he would not be disturbed.

Might I suggest you take some tea in the atrium while you wait?

Lady Hamilton...

he really was most insistent.

Don't shepherd me, Mr. Garland.

I know where I'm going.

I'm your employer, not a guest.

I can still smell some tart.

- Her Ladyship's on her way. - Room's clear.

Next time I leave, it'll be through the front door.

Here's a better idea, Miss Lambert.

Consider not coming back at all.

The world is changing, Mr. Garland. You just don't see it.

His Lordship?

I believe His Lordship is feeling better.

He's having a drink in the bar.

Would you like me to escort you down?

If I could show the world how to smile

I could be glad all of the while

I could change the grey skies to blue

If I had you...

I thought the blues were meant to make you feel better.

Blues, jazz, call it what you want.

It's all the same to me, just one big noise.

Easy on the eye, though.

Bloody women. I'm getting too old for it all.

Probably why I'm hiding in here.

Joe O'Hara.

Lawrence Hamilton.

Hamilton as in...?

I'm not sure I know how to address a lord.

"Another drink, Your Lordship?" usually works for me.

Another bloody drink.

If I had you by my side...

Gentlemen. Your mother's in the Royal Suite

and your father is in the bar.

The bar it is, then.

When the wind blows, baby

Play it nice and slow

Say that you'll never

Ever let me go

You know I love you so let's...

The way I see it, appeasement doesn't necessarily mean acceptance

- or approval. - My point exactly.

It's not unpatriotic to explore options.

Hell, America's wanting to steer clear of the whole ball game.

Boys! Congratulations, Freddie. Sir Cyril phoned me himself to tell me you'd passed.

Somebody's got to fly those planes.

Don't put yourself down. They don't accept just anybody.