Operation Buffalo

Oh!

So you told ASIO where the girls were?!

The girls are dead because of you!

My ex-husband was the London bureau chief for Pravda.

Now he works for Khrushchev.

I see my daughter... three times a year.

So you are a double agent?

We blow it up. You two run cable.

Two days, Myer? Two days.

Miss Syddell. We're from ASIO.

My job is to stop all leaks and recover the documents.

Because if they do see the political light of day,

they'll take down two governments.

Is he going to die soon?

Yes. Very well, then.

I think I'll come along with you.

I should like to be of some assistance.

Surprise! Happy birthday, Dad!

Happy birthday, darling.

It's a present from the Attorney-General.

# And did those feet

# In ancient time

# Walk upon England's mountains green?

# And was the Holy Lamb of God

# On England's pleasant pastures seen?

# And did the countenance divine

# Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

# And was Jerusalem builded here

# Among these dark, satanic mills?

d Bring me my bow of burning gold... d

Eva.

Not quite.

What are you doing here?

They're Quentin's last reports?

Yeah.

Where's Eva? I don't know.

I've been waiting here for hours.

OK, just... just tell me.

Are these as damaging as you seem to think they are?

Look, I don't understand them either,

but Quentin seemed to think

that they would bring down Eden and Menzies if they got out.

What I think they prove is that the atomic clouds travel.

It's radiation being blown all over the country.

OK.

Have you seriously been kidding yourself all this time?!

You don't know about the legs.

Do you?

What the...? Tell me about the legs, Lewis.

Just... c-calm down, will you?

Corinne says you've been hacking legs off dead soldiers.

Oh. Oh, those legs.

It's... it's simply science, Leo.

They're already dead. It's nothing improper.

I thought the science was about bombs, not legs.

Leo, the science is about the troops.

The bombs are a-a necessary part of the experiment.

There will inevitably be nuclear war, Leo,

so we need to prepare.

Every contingency must be thought through.

So, if we were to drop a five-kiloton payload on Moscow,

how long would we have to wait

before we could send in a 1,000-strong force?

Assuming we wanted the force to have a 40% survival rate?

You know, that sort of thing.

I don't know anything about that sort of thing.

We're testing the troops

under a variety of combative nuclear scenarios.

How close can they be positioned near a blast

to survive radiation poisoning?

Or not? Or... or for how long?

Or what are our losses going to be?

What's the damage to the tanks, the armour,

the water supply, flora and fauna?

Think about it, man.

How contaminated is the grass the cows feed on?

How affected is the food chain? Milk, meat?

The problem is we haven't had a nuclear war yet,

so we have no experience.

Therefore, by definition, testing is required.

Not just of the bombs themselves,

but all elements and assets.

Hence the cutting off of legs.

You are cutting off legs, then?

Off the dead.

Those who've died from cancer or radiation poisoning.

It's vital information and will save lives.

I see. And if they're dead soldiers, they can't object?

Well, exactly.

Don't worry, it's not just soldiers.

Civilians of all ages.

This is a cradle-to-grave operation.

Babies? Yes. The younger, the better.

A baby's leg yields much more information

than a 50-year-old's.

The cells...

I have to get these to Eva.

What?

I think we need insurance.

You... you can't type any faster?

Leo, I am a nurse, not a secretary.

You may not be aware, but the training is a little different.

I know that men think

that all women should be nurses and typists,

but the truth is, you can probably type faster than I can.

I can't type. That is my point.

Where's the M?!

Um...

Oh, for God's sake! There.

Oh! (CHUCKLES) Pardon me.

Must be the dust or... sand or... whatever.

Christ.

Uh...

Where are we going?

To the weather lab.

Why?

I need a favour.

I need you to type some copies of some documents.

Now? Yeah.

Are they secret documents?

Yes, as a matter of fact, they are.

Top-secret?

Super-duper top-secret, as it happens.

Wow!

If I do a good job,

can we change our name to Carmichael-Smith?

Or maybe Carmichael-Fitzhound.

Fitzhound? What? No.

So, what do I get out of this?

The thanks of a grateful nation.

Are you gonna tell Mum about this?

I wasn't planning to.

I'll get you a new bike.

There we go. Deal.

It's not enough. It never is.

All I've ever wanted was a double-barrelled name.

Since five hours ago!

Well, that's not too much to ask.

See? OK.

I'm not talking about changing the bloody name anymore.

Just concentrate. This is important.

Maybe when you grow up and you start writing books,

then you can become Emma Carmichael-Fitzhound.

Of course! A nom de plume. There you go.

Oh!

(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Cable for you, sir.

It can wait!

Please, kindly bugger off!

Yeah, I just thought you should know,

the Home Office, they need to speak to you.

They've booked a call, sir. It's from London.

Hey.

Er, i-it is from London?

The Home Office? Whitehall?

Uh... the Home Secretary himself?

Oh, not personally, sir.

From his office. The permanent secretary of his department.

He mentioned the royal tour.

The what?!

The Queen or Duke of Edinburgh -

either or both, I don't think it's been decided -

is, or are, coming to open the Melbourne Olympics,

and there's a discussion about

whether they should come here to see a test.

Here?! The Queen?! I don't know any details, sir.

The Queen may be coming here?! Good God, man! Oh!

W-well, we have to... God!

Well, th-this is progress!

This is what the Empire is all about!

Oh!

The Queen! Oh! Oh!

I understand nothing has been confirmed,

but you must understand that I am the Home Secretary's

and the Palace's point of contact for this tour.

Not the Prime Minister. Needn't bother him.

Actually - a wonderful coincidence -

the Home Secretary's niece is working here at Maralinga

as we speak.

Meteorologist.

I'm sorry?

Er, but that's impossible. She's here.

Eva.

Definitely his niece.

Oh! (LAUGHS) Must be my mistake.

I see.

Thank you.

Come on.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Boy, you can really type.

I can do a lot of things, Leo.

I think I have a good brain.

I know you do.

That's how I know you're in trouble.

You're in trouble, right?

I just want to know you're safe.

You know, we've all lost a lot of sleep worrying about you.

Especially Harry.

It's not really fair of you.

It actually might be better if you hung on to this for a bit.