Mrs Wilson

Hello.

Hi.

Hello, Anthony. - Hello, Alison.

Alec?

There you are. - Oh, wonderful, thank you.

Those are lovely.

Aren't they?

How's it going?

Nearly there. Final chapter.

When do you think you'll send it? - Next week.

I hope they bite.

Fingers crossed.

Lunch in 15 minutes. Oh, don't forget your pills.

Where are they? - Bedside table.

I've got to get back for two o'clock.

Alec, lunch is ready.

Alec?

Alec?

Alec?

Alec?

Alec!

Alec? Alec! Alec!

Alec! No. Come on. Alec! Come on.

Alec!

Alec! Alec! Alec, please, someone help me. Someone help me!

Wake up!

Come on, don't die on me. Don't die on me, please!

Please!

Help me! Help me! Help!

Alec!

Alec!

Ealing, 6542.

Father Timothy, it's Alison Wilson.

What is it?

It's Alec. It's his heart.

You should tell your doctor. I'll be there within the hour.

Thank you.

Hello? - Hello?

Hello?

Mrs Wilson.

Coleman? - Yes.

Alec told me to call this number...

he's just died.

Thank you for letting us know.

Should I...? - Act normally. Carry on as usual.

That's all we need from you.

And admit him, who has no hope

but in Thy mercy

to the sacrament of Thy reconciliation.

Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Would you like a moment alone

before the undertaker arrives?

Bye, my love.

Mum, Dad, I'm home! I scored a try!

I'm so sorry, Nigel.

But did he say anything...

before...?

He told me to look after you both.

He loved you so much.

Have you called Gordon? - Yes, he'll be home tomorrow.

Hey, come on, Nige - hey, what will Father Timothy think?

Let him let it all out.

Here...

Shh.

They were very close, you see. We were just...

It's alright.

I don't suppose you're hungry

but maybe Nigel...

and if there's anything that we can do...

We're so sorry.

That's so kind of you, Olive. Thank you.

He was such a lovely man.

- I wondered what you were up to. - Who'll do the tree now?

I used to love it when Dad took us to Blakefield.

Shall we switch this off?

- Another sympathy pie? - Yeah.

Hello?

Have I come to the right house?

Alexander Wilson?

Yes.

You must be his landlady.

No. No, I'm his wife.

Mrs Wilson.

Alison Wilson.

Are you alright?

Who are you?

Gladys Wilson.

I'm Alec's wife.

W... His ex-wife?

What?

No. No, he's my husband.

Mum?

I'm here to collect his things. - Sorry, my son needs me. It's very late.

I'm sorry for your wasted journey. Good night.

No! Please!

Who was she?

Just your father's cousin.

Why didn't you ask her in?

Ah, they... didn't get on. A terrible woman.

But Dad likes everybody.

Let's call it a night. You must be exhausted.

Night, Mum.

Read it.

Sign it.

Date it.

You've been cleared to work in intelligence, Miss McKelvie.

Tell no-one.

To all intents and purposes, the department where you're going to work

does not exist.

If anyone asks you about your work, you must lie.

You'll be working under me

in the listening headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Service.

Our work is crucial to the war effort.

We intercept information from every embassy in London.

Our agents listen in to all the phone calls

that are made and received, translating everything they hear.

You'll be working for Major Wilson.

You type up every word of his transcripts. You add nothing, you leave nothing out.

Sit here.

Come to do your bit?

Any advice?

Work hard and you'll survive.

Major Wilson's a bit of a star, actually.

Heard of the Leonard Wallace mysteries?

What, the writer, Alexander Wilson?

He's married.

Oh.

London, 800 hours. Briefing from Cairo

restricted until further notice.

Nationalist sympathies strong in the cabinet.

Plans for post-war independence under scrutiny in Al Araby.

We should have lunch, one o'clock?

Tidy desk, tidy mind, Miss McKelvie.

What does Coleman say to you girls?

You all arrive scared to death.

Oh, nothing, nothing much.

"You type up every word! You add nothing, you leave nothing out."

Something like that.

Major Wilson?

Mm.

Could I ask you about your books?

You could

but it's not very interesting.

I just sit at my typewriter and make things up.

Mmm!

Mmm! - You alright?

Just spilled champagne all over myself.

I'll just go to the ladies' room.

You alright?

I just made a fool myself in front of my boss.

No. No, nothing like that. Just...

clumsy idiot. Spilled my drink.

- Are you glad you came to London? - Yes.

Cumberland's beautiful, but...

there's nothing to do there. You'd die without books.

So, do you write?

A little. Poetry, diaries...

Nothing published, of course.

About what?

Oh, just, er...

feelings inside me, thing I want to express.

Does that sound ridiculous? - Not at all.

You want your life to mean something.

Yes, I do.

Do you think there's a moment in your life when you take a leap

and decide...

"Yes, that's who I am"?

Is that what you think?

Working here, you have to keep secrets.

Even from your family. - Yes.

Coleman told me, in no uncertain terms.

My wife finds it very difficult.

I don't think she trusts me.

I think she's gonna leave me.

No, she won't actually leave you. I'm sure she won't.

What makes you say that?

Well, I wouldn't.

You're very honest, Miss McKelvie.

Mum? It's half past eight.

You alright?

Did you manage to sleep?

Oh, don't go to school today.

Gordon will be back soon - I'll make you both some lunch.

I have to go and get ready.

Where are you going? - I have to go out. I'll be back soon.

Hello?

It's Mrs Wilson.

Alison Wilson.

How did you find my flat?

I followed Alec once.

I just wanted to check if you were still his handler.

I know you told me to carry on as usual, but...

We had a visitor last night.

Alec's ex wife - she thinks they're still married.

I couldn't find the divorce papers anywhere. I was just hoping you might have a copy.

Well I, I thought you might have some sort of file on Alec.

Nothing that can be shared with you.

You must have vetted him, before he joined the service.

Of course.

So you looked into who he was.