Churchill's Secret Page #2

There was just one other thing.

He was singing.

- Singing?

- Yeah.

"I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles".

The thing to stress in Bermuda,

Prime Minister,

is that your approach

will not be seen as unilateral.

If they see is as a personal crusade

by yourself, they'll block it.

But it has to presented

as a united diplomatic effort.

Obviously. What's next?

- They are onto Bermuda now.

- That's more than halfway through.

Seems to be going smoothly

as far as we can tell.

What's he got for the rest of the day?

We've cancelled the German trade lunch,

so Prime Minister's questions at 2

- which we hope he'll be alright for.

- What if he isn't?

What if he starts singing

in front of the whole house?

Charles is recommending

complete rest, so...

I'm taking him away today

to where he'll be properly looked after.

I suppose we could say he's gone

to Chequers early to prepare for the summit.

No.

You can't get away from anything there,

I'm taking him home.

Chartwell?

Millie, there's a policeman

from the special branch with Dr Strand.

- They want to see you.

- Me?

Where are we going?

Priorities on my desk

and the rest over there.

Hello? We've arrived.

Start putting the calls through.

Who are you?

Er, Nurse Appleyard.

Ah, yes.

Follow me.

We haven't much time I'm afraid.

Oh, thank you.

This is her ladyship's bedroom

and is strictly off limits

as is the library and the office beyond.

His studio's at the back where he paints

but I don't imagine he'll be

doing much of that this weekend.

Where who paints?

- You signed the Act?

- I don't know.

I signed something.

Those men wouldn't speak to me.

You signed the Official Secrets Act

which means that any discussion

of this assignment anywhere, ever

will be severely punished.

Do you understand?

Bedroom and study are through here.

- Do you want to see his bedroom?

- Excuse me, Mr er...

- Colville.

- Colville.

Who lives here?

The Prime Minister.

He'll be here within the hour.

The Prime Minister has had a mild stroke.

You're here to look after him for a few days.

Why me?

I've been asking myself

the same question, Miss Appleyard.

Wait.

I can't nurse him in here, it's too small.

I need to be able to get round

both sides of the bed.

I want the bed moved

into this bigger room.

Oh, God! Charles!

- Darling?

- Support his head, Clemmy.

- That's it, good.

- Darling.

Drive on quickly as you can, Sergeant,

we're almost there.

Any minute now.

You're gonna think I'm a bit daft.

What?

Will he mind I didn't vote for him?

- Nurse, quickly.

- Oh, take his weight.

Arm under his shoulder.

- Sergeant. There.

- Yep.

Mind his arm.

Gently with him.

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