The Halcyon

Thank you.

Excuse me, do you know if a Mr. Garland works here?

Yes, sir. He's the manager.

Toby.

I haven't... I haven't been able to copy out all the data.

- It's not easy keeping it in my head. - No, I understand.

But I will need it completed by tomorrow.

And that's not a request.

- What are you doing here? - I'm looking for work.

I'm sorry. That's not possible.

Oh, right, you think I'm not good enough for a place like this?

It isn't about that.

It's about us, about what happened. You know that.

Sam, please. I've got nothing.

You shouldn't have come here.

I think you and I may have something to talk about.

These sands are moving fast

No time left in my hourglass

No hopes for you and me

They're long gone, they left without apology

Nothing can stop these

Cold clock hands

From turning

Praying won't stop these

Falling sands

Raining down

If you fall, make sure you land on your head.

The preparations for this evening are nearly complete.

Hopefully you'll be pleasantly surprised.

What about my speech?

- Your speech? - Well, I am the owner of the hotel.

I assume I'll be making some sort of address.

Yes, of course.

Why not ask the American to write it?

Apparently, he's rather popular on the wireless.

Sorry, it's...

It's work. But I thought they'd cleared you of any wrongdoing.

They've allowed me to continue, but they're watching me very closely.

Will you smile, please?

You have a lovely smile and I never see it any more.

Toby.

Is it Mr. D'Abberville that's bothering you?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Look, what do you really know about him?

Why is he here? What does he do?

Listen, Mr. D'Abberville is not going to try and replace your father.

No, no, no, I don't mean that. Lucian!

Will you please reassure my son? He has his doubts about you.

Oh, no!

Well, that's all right. Sometimes I have doubts about me.

Well, Toby, what about you and I have drink and a chat later on?

About four o'clock? I'm sure we can find one or two things to talk about.

Looking good.

Mr. Klein, a word.

Despite difficult personal circumstances and a rocky start,

you've excelled.

Which is why I'm giving you the rest of the week off.

I'm happy to keep working, sir.

I thought you might want to spend some time with your family.

We've managed to track them down to an internment camp outside Liverpool.

They're on the train to London now.

When are they arriving here?

This evening.

Mr. Garland... one day I will repay you for this.

That's not necessary.

- I'm just glad we could help. - Thank you.

Going soft, you are.

You never would've given him time off before.

Maybe I'm just getting caught up in the anniversary celebrations.

- Are you coming this evening? - I didn't know staff were invited.

Apparently, I'm not as strict as I used to be.

You...

You could be my guest.

Well, I'd like that. Thank you.

Toby. Toby.

He's making you work for him, isn't he?

Toby, you need to find a way out.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this bloody situation!

I know.

Look, I can't change what happened, but you can't let him do this to you.

- And who's gonna help me? You? - You can't do this alone.

Anything you tell me... will be in the strictest of confidence.

I am being... I am being blackmailed...

by...

erm, by Mr. D'Abberville.

What does he want? Money?

He wants certain classified... documents.

Information.

He's working with the Germans?

Toby, we must inform the authorities.

It's... not that simple.

He found out about certain aspects of my private life...

and who I choose to spend them with.

- Does he have evidence? - I'm not sure, but he knows.

Well, knowing isn't everything.

So this is why there were leaks coming from your Admiralty department.

Then the authorities are out of the question.

You're already implicated and the word treason does lead us down

- a particularly ugly road. - I don't know what to do.

Blackmail... relies on the recipient being too scared to act against it.

But you came to me.

I will deal with our Mr. D'Abberville.

No, there.

Thank you.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Garland.

Mr. D'Abberville.

I was just thinking, you've been here five months,

it seems we've barely spoken.

Well, I always thought you rather disapproved of me.

Oh, disapprove is far too gentle a word.

I know about the blackmail.

I know about Toby Hamilton.

And if you think you can act this way without consequence in my hotel...

You're not going to do a thing.

- On that you are very much mistaken. - I know who you are...

Sergeant Green. And I know what you did.

In the forest at Villers Cotterets.

Whatever information...

- you may think you have... - No, the game is over.

Sam.

The pieces are already off the board.

Now, if you insist on continuing, then you give me no choice but to... expose you.

You seem to be forgetting Toby.

I think we both know Toby's not gonna go to the police.

Lady Hamilton...

Lady Hamilton already believes her son has got an unreasonable vendetta against me.

And as for you, well, we all know what Her Ladyship thinks about Mr. Garland.

Whatever move you make... you lose.

So, swallow your pride, do nothing

and stay out of my way.

It's only for another day.

You've built yourself a nice life here.

And for your daughter.

Don't let it go to waste.

So, what happened?

- I'm working on it. - But you spoke to him?

It isn't a simple situation, Toby.

What happened?

Mr. D'Abberville finds himself in a position of strength.

The wrong move could ruin a lot of lives.

So you're just... you're going to do nothing?

No.

There is still one more option.

Wait. When did you kiss him?

Can you say it a bit louder? Some of the staff didn't hear.

- The other day after dinner. - That's good. Is it good?

It is. Sort of.

But it's Joe O'Hara, so...

It's almost as though he's deliberately holding back.

This has nothing to do with Freddie?

No.

Well, I don't know, maybe.

Hotel's on fire, you can only save one of them. Who do you choose?

I can't answer that.

You spent a long time loving Freddie.

That won't just disappear.

I've also seen the way you look at Joe.

And if he's serious, he'll show it.

That's how it is with you and Sonny? He's told you he loves you?

He said he felt it since the day we met.

And you've told him, too?

This isn't about me, Garland.

Hell, there's a war on. Choose them both!

I need to speak to you about Mr. D'Abberville.

I believe he has not been entirely honest about his reasons for being here.

What reasons are these? His continued presence in the hotel

is purely to obtain official secrets

and sell them on to the Germans.

Is that really the best you could come up with?

Why do you think Toby is so suspicious of him?

Toby thinks Mr. D'Abberville is trying to replace his father.

With all due respect,

does that really sound like something that would trouble Toby?

Why do you think Special Branch targeted the hotel?

- Mr. D'Abberville has helped us. - Mr. D'Abberville is leaving.

Possibly today.

If not, tomorrow.

And do you have any evidence

to back up these ludicrous claims?

Your Ladyship, no matter what you may think of me,

you know I would not stand here and lie to you.

You've been lying to me for years!

Covering up for my husband. Offering me tea in the atrium

while he was up here carrying on with his mistresses.

You forget your place, Mr. Garland.

You're not welcome here.

- Demanded Brazil nuts. - It's true.

What are you doing, Mr. O'Hara?

I am composing a speech for your mother.

Feel free to throw in your two cents.

No, I didn't mean about the writing, I meant about her.

Her being...

Emma.

- We're having that conversation? - Yes, we are.

Well, then, in the politest way possible, Your Lordship,

- it's none of your goddamn business. - And what if I disagree with that?

Fine. I'll make it simple. Are you in love with her?

I refer the honourable gentleman to my previous answer.

If you say you are, I'll walk away.