yesterday? 16:02.
I was faster. Shit!
...has shattered the peace
of this East Side neighbourhood
on this traditional Jewish holiday
of Yom Kippur.
Two men have been killed
in this accident.
An explosion and fire,
which you see behind me.
I'm going to talk to some people
to find out what happened.
- "What were you doing here?"
- "I was taking pictures."
- "Can you tell me what happened?"
- "Boom", that's what."
One of the men killed here
was Klaus Szell,
the brother of the infamous Nazi
Christian Szell,
thought to have perished
fleeing Berlin at the end of WWII.
Tom Ellis, reporting direct
from the scene.
- What's this?
- They are protesting against pollution.
They are a pain in the ass.
Janey!
London was hectic, but I'm fair.
Get a cab and get over here.
I've got plenty of room.
Oh, screw appearances.
I miss you.
Just a second.
Excuse me, that's not my suit.
I don't know what it was about.
The valet came into the wrong room.
I'm not jittery.
Who else knows I'm here?
Are you sure?
Why don't you finish what you're doing
and get your ass over here?
- ...in francs is a lot of money.
- Is it really?
The price is too high.
You do speak English?
I'd like to offer you half.
- "Bon appetit, bon appetit."
- I guess I didn't do it right.
We haven't done anything right
on the whole voyage.
I'm far too sensitive
for this kind of work.
Something for your crash diet, LeClerc.
- The least I could do.
- "Merci," Scylla.
My diet is going badly.
I'm beginning to think I lack willpower.
- Why were you surprised to see me?
- I wasn't.
You were when I came in.
Did you think I was dead?
That's ridiculous. I expected you
three days ago, that's all.
London got busy. I'm over here to do
a lot of things. You're only one of them.
- I haven't got anything for you here.
- Why not?
Well... I couldn't keep it in the shop.
Look... I'll have it for you tonight.
- You'll have to come to the opera.
- The opera!
It's worse than that.
It's a very long French opera.
You'll have it tonight, won't you?
Leave the ticket at the box office.
I'll be there before it's over.
Plaza Athenee.
Mike, who you have for English Lit?
Bayley? He sucks.
- Which room is Biesenthal's?
- 107. You were picked for his seminar?
You weren't?
Ah, Levy. Good of you to come.
Won't you join us?
Tell us the subject
of your dissertation, please?
Tyranny, sir. The use of tyranny
in American political life.
Such as?
Maybe... Coolidge breaking up
the Boston police strike,
Roosevelt putting Japanese-
Americans into concentration camps.
You might consider
the McCarthy business. Hmm?
- Sir?
- McCarthy.
Senator from Wisconsin?
Ran a series of purges in the 50s?
Yes, I'm aware of that, sir.
I was planning a chapter on him.
A chapter, I see. Yes, interesting.
Well, you four have the dubious honour
of having been picked from over
200 applicants for this seminar.
There's a shortage of natural resources,
breathable air and adequate claret,
but there's no shortage of historians.
We grind you out like link sausages.
It's called progress.
Manufactured doctorates
is called progress.
I say, "Let us hush this cry of progress
till 10,000 years have passed."
That's a quote. Who said that?
Come on. Who said that?
Well, somebody
must know the answer!
Tennyson, Alfred Lord Tennyson.
You can't compete on a doctoral level
and not know "Locksley Hall".
I hope you all flunk! Dismissed.
- Levy?
- Yeah.
Come.
Sit.
I knew your father.
Rather well, in point of fact.
He was my mentor.
I know.
- There was another of you.
- I have an older brother.
A rich successful businessman.
My father would have disowned him.
Why are you at Columbia
for your doctorate?
It's not just the way things worked out.
You're father got his at Columbia.
You can't fill his footsteps,
I'm sorry to