Yes, Prime Minister S02E06?

The Patrons of the Arts

Bernard: Do you think perhaps…I mean, would it have been wiser, you know, with hindsight…Was it a mistake??

Hacker: Yes, Bernard?

Bernard: You didn't have to agree to present the awards.

Hacker:? Bill recommended it. Didn't you?

Bill: I didn't actually recommend it. I just said the British theatre Awards Dinner was televised live and, as guest of honour, you'd be seen by 12 million people in a context of glamour and fun and entertainment and you'd be associated with star actors and actresses who give pleasure to millions.

Hacker: You don't call that a recommendation?

Bernard: Isn't it a bad idea to be associated with actors? Well, their job is pretending to be what they're not. If you're seen with them, people might realise.

Hacker: Go on, Bernard.

Bernard: Well, I…I mean, er, not realise…might suspect…might think that you were, er…not that you were pretending, er entertaining…What was it you wanted to speak to Bill about?

Hacker: You said this wouldn't be a controversial occasion.

Bill: No other politicians will be there. Actors and actresses are usually nice to politicians. They live on flattery and some of them dish you out as eagerly as they lap it up.

Hacker: Do they??

Bill: Sometimes.

Hacker: What about this??

Bill: Yes, I'm sorry. We didn't know how small the Arts Council grant increase is going to be when we accepted the invitation.

Hacker: You knew the government is being criticised for not doing enough to the arts.

Bill: All governments are always criticised for not giving enough to the arts.

Bernard: It is a standard way for arts journalists to suck up to actors and producers. And that's how they get back on speaking terms after giving bad reviews.

Bill: And the grant was only finalised yesterday.

Hacker: With almost no increase for the National Theatre. And the managing director of the National theatre is going to make a speech introducing me at the Awards Dinner.

Bill: Yes.

Hacker: Snide remarks, sarcastic jokes. Attacking me for my meanness-The philistine at No. 10. Live in front of 12 million people.

Bernard: Yes, but Bill didn't know.

Hacker: What about when I speak? A hostile audience. Do you think there'll be boos?

Bernard: Bound to be and we don't have to pay for it.

Hacker: Not booze, Bernard, I mean boos. Boo! Ssss!

Bill: Why not send the Arts Minister along instead, so they can all blame him. That's what junior ministers are for, isn't it?

Hacker: Yes I just see the headlines. "Jim chickens out. PM runs away from his critics."

Bernard: If there was a major crisis, you wouldn't need to go at all.

Hacker: Is there a major crisis coming up?

Bill: Not really, Prime Minister.

Hacker: Is there a distant crisis that we could bring forward?

Bill: What sort of crisis would justify cancellation?

Bernard: Pound plunges, small war in the South Atlantic, nuclear power station catches fire.

Hacker: No, no, no, I don't think any of those things will improve my image.

Bernard: I know, but it would justify you staying away. I know, what about the death of a cabinet colleague?

Hacker: Is one imminent?

Bernard: Er, no, but that would justify your absence without damaging your image.

Bill: We can hardly hope for that to fall on the right day. Well, not by accident.

Hacker: Humphrey, I need help.

Humphrey: You do! - You do?

Hacker: I got to make a speech. It could be very embarrassing.

Humphrey: Prime Minister, your speeches are nothing like as embarrassing as they used to be. In fact…

Hacker: I didn't say the speech will be embarrassing, Humphrey, I said the occasion could.

Humphrey: Ah, yes, indeed. Why?

Hacker: It's to be to a hostile audience of posturing, self-righteous theatrical drunks.

Humphrey: The House of Commons, you mean?

Hacker: No, Humphrey. The annual Awards Dinner of the British theatre. I'm to be their guest of honour.

Humphrey: You're worried that they won't honour their guest in view of the small Arts Council grant. Well, It's very difficult to influence the managing director of the National Theatre. I do know only too well. I'm on the board of governors.

Hacker: Are you indeed? Perhaps you can tell me, how do I make them feel that I'm one of them?

Humphrey: Well, surely you don't want them to see you as a posturing, self-righteous theatrical drunk.

Bernard: Perhaps they do already.

Hacker: It'll be live on television. I don't want a hostile reception.

Humphrey: With respect, Prime Minister, if one is going to walk into the lion's den, one should not start by taking away the lion's dinner.

Hacker: So what's your advice?

Humphrey: Give them more dinner. Increase the grant to the Arts Council. Only two million or so.

Bernard: It'd make it a fairly expensive dinner.

Humphrey: Well, it is the Grosvenor.

Hacker: As a governor of that subversive body, you have a vested interest, don't you? In fact, a conflict of interests.

Humphrey: How is it so?

Hacker: That bloody place is always putting on plays attacking me. They set "The Comedy of Errors" in No.10 Downing Street.

Humphrey: Oh, Prime…

Hacker: Don't deny it. I know who they were getting at. There is a whole play attacking my nuclear policy. A farce.

Humphrey: The policy?

Hacker: No, Humphrey, the play. Why do they do it?

Humphrey: Well, it's very healthy, Prime Minister.

Hacker: Healthy?

Humphrey: Yes. Practically nobody goes to political plays and half of those that do don't understand them, and half of those that understand them don't agree with them, and the seven who are left would've voted against the government anyway.

Humphrey: It helps people let off steam and you are seen as a democratic statesman for subsidising your critics.

Hacker: People who want to criticise me should pay at the box office!

Humphrey: Oh, Prime Minister, they'd never make enough money. Plays criticising the government make the second most boring theatrical evenings ever invented.

Hacker: They insult…What are the most boring?

Humphrey: Plays praising the government.

Hacker: So they insult me and then expect me to give them more money?

Humphrey: Yes, I would say that it is a rather undignified posture. But it's what artists always do, crawling towards the government on their knees, shaking their fists.

Hacker: Beating me over the head with begging bowls.

Bernard: I am sorry to be pedantic, Prime Minister. They can't beat you over the head if they're on their knees unless of course they've got very long arms.

Hacker: Get off the floor, Bernard.

Bernard: Yes, I'm sorry.

Hacker: But there are no votes in giving money to the arts.

Bill: But there's a lot of terrible publicity if you take it away. The arts lobby is the educated middle class. It's one of the few ways they get their income tax back. Mortgage tax relief, university grants, lump-sum pensions, Radio 3, and subsidised seats at the theatre, opera and concerts. You can't begrudge it to us. Them.

Hacker: People can spend their own money on the arts. And that's why government money should be spent on people's pleasure.

Humphrey: Nobody could call it pleasure. The point is, we have a great heritage to support. Pictures hardly anyone wants to see, music hardly anyone wants to hear, plays hardly anyone wants to watch. You can't let them die just because nobody's interested.

Hacker: Why not?

Humphrey: Well, Prime Minister, it's a bit like the Church of England. People don't go to church, but they feel better because it's there. The arts are just the same. As long as they're going on, you can feel part of a civilised nation.

Hacker:There are no votes in the arts itself. Nobody's interested.

Humphrey:Well, nobody's interested in the Social Science Research Council, the Milk Marketing Board or the Dumping at Sea Representation Panel, but the government still pays to support them.

Hacker: They do some good.

Humphrey: They don't, Prime Minister. They hardly do anything at all.

Hacker: Well, let's abolish them!

Humphrey: No, no, no, no! They are symbols. You don't fund them for doing work, you fund them for showing what you approve of. Most government expenditure is symbolic. The Arts Council is a symbol.

Hacker: You're getting off the point.

Humphrey: I'm sorry, Prime Minister. What was the point?

Hacker:What was the point, Bernard?

Bernard: Er, the point of what? Oh, how to stop the managing director of the National Theatre criticising you in his speech.

Hacker: I suggest you have a quiet word with him. Point out the knighthood that usually goes with the job is within the gift of the PM.

Humphrey: Well, he told me he couldn't care less about a knighthood.

Hacker: Huh! Everybody says that about knighthoods until they're actually dangled in front of them. Don't they, Sir Humphrey?

Humphrey: And then he started talking about your putting on plays attacking him.

Simon: Did you point out no one's ever submitted a play defending him?

Humphrey: Well, I'm not sure that would've helped.

Simon: So what about next year's Arts Council grant? Will they get the extra 30 million?

Humphrey: Oh my dear Simon, I couldn't disclose the figure in advance, least of all to the MD of the National Theatre.

Simon: Have some of these.

Humphrey: Excuse me.

Simon: Only six? You're not serious?

Humphrey: I'm afraid that's the new diet. Six breadsticks is the absolute maximum.

Simon: Is that gross breadsticks or net breadsticks?

Humphrey: Net breadsticks.

Simon: So what'll we get at the National? - Only one??

Humphrey: Shh, shh, shh.

Simon:It is disastrous, how can they expect us to manage on one and half million pounds?

Humphrey: ?I don't know where you got that figure from.

Simon: Look, you've got to help me. What can I do?

Humphrey: You mean, if the grant figure, which of course we do not yet know, were to be not merely less than you told the press was the absolute minimum to stave off disaster but lower even than the REAL minimum required to stave off disaster?

Simon: Yes.

Humphrey: I can't help you, even though I'm on the board. Let me be quite clear about this, Simon. I am here to represent the PM's interests. There are certain things which would gravely upset him. I must urge you, on his behalf, not to contemplate them.

Simon:Good. What are they?

Humphrey: You'll be making the speech introducing him at the Awards Dinner. It would be a courtesy to send a draft to No.10 in advance.

Simon: For approval?

Humphrey: Well, let's say for information. Now, the Prime Minister is extremely anxious that the speech should not refer to the modesty of the grant increase. There are certain words he'd like you to avoid. Miserly philistine barbarism skinflint killjoy. He'd also like you to avoid all reference to how much more other countries spend on the arts.

Simon: What are the figures?

Humphrey: Here you are. To make sure you don't mention them by mistake.

Simon: I certainly won't mention them by mistake.

Humphrey: And thirdly, and most important of all, he wants absolutely no comparison between the extra money your theatre needs and certain sums that the government spent last year on certain projects.

Simon: Such as?

Humphrey: ?Well, let's say the figure were to be four million. Purely as an example, of course. The PM earnestly hopes that your speech will not refer to the fact that the government spent five million on radar equipment for a fighter plane that had already been scrapped. Or that the Department of Energy had been able to afford to stockpile a thousand years' supply of filing tabs. Or that another department had stocked up with a million tins of Vim. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Waiter: Thank you very much.

Humphrey: ?Thank you so much. That was delicious.

Simon: He never even goes to the theatre, does he?

Humphrey: Well, he can't, really. He's frightened of giving the cartoonists and gossip columnists too much ammunition. He couldn't go to "A Month In The Country" for fear of starting rumours about a general election. And he couldn't go to your production of "The Rivals" because so many ministers were after his job. He couldn't go to "The School For Scandal". Well, not after the Education Secretary had been found in bed with that married primary-school headmistress.

Simon: I see.

Humphrey: ?And then there was that play by Ibsen. Oh, dear, what's it?

Simon: "The Master Builder"?

Humphrey: Hardly. I was thinking of "An Enemy Of The People".

Simon: Say no more.

(ANNOUNCER) Sir William and Lady Langthorne. Mr and Mrs Simon Monk.

Bernard: No, no, it's me.

Hacker: Oh, sorry.

Bernard: I think that's the lot.

Mrs Hacker: We can stand down?

Bernard: Yes, Mrs Hacker.

Mrs Hacker: Thank goodness for that! Nice you're taking such trouble over these lovely theatre people, even though they're not important.

Hacker: They're extremely important.

Mrs Hacker: In what way?

Hacker: The showbiz people have a hotline to the media. If you're seen a couple of lines on "EastEnders", the press want your opinion on everything.

Mrs Hacker: Why?

Hacker: Editors like to sell their papers. They'll start an article with a picture of Dirty Den, everybody wants to read it. Start one with a picture of the Secretary of the Trade and Industry, nobody wants to read it.

Mrs Hacker: And then they all turn into your supporters after a few glasses of warm sherry?

Hacker: Some do. That's why we dish out a couple of OBEs and a knighthood every New Year. Keeps them hoping. Stops them attacking the government the next time they're on "Wogan".

Bernard: Prime Minister, the Arts Minister's rather anxious to have a word with you.

Arts Minister: Jim, I think there's going to be terrible trouble when they find out how small the grant is.

Hacker: We'll just have to brazen it out. Won't you?

Arts Minister: ?I do think we'll have to try to find a little bit more.

Hacker: We've been through all this.

Arts Minister: The theatre brings in tourists.

Hacker: Fine, let the British Tourist Board subsidise them.

Arts Minister: They won't. They have said they've better ways of attracting them.

Hacker: So we're subsidising bad ways of attracting tourists? No, we've spent quite a lot on the arts already.

Arts Minister: We'd have to spend it anyway. It's only a concealed way of preserving old buildings.

Hacker: How do you know?

Arts Minister: All these theatres and art galleries and museums and opera houses, they are all listed buildings we'd have to maintain anyway, and they're totally useless. So we put in central heating and a caretaker to make it look as if we're preserving the arts.

Hacker: Let's sell them.

Arts Minister: We can't. They're ancient monuments.

Hacker: Hm, like the Cabinet. Mind you, I'd sell THEM if I could.

Simon: Isn't it better to wait until the figure is published? If I try to lobby him now, he won't say anything.

Humphrey: But you don't want him to SAY anything, you want him to DO something.

Simon: But if I wait

Humphrey: Then the figure will be published. Everyone will be committed to it and they'll have to stick with it to save face. To change government decisions, you have to do it before anybody knows they're being made.

Simon: Isn't that rather difficult?

Humphrey: Yes. That's what the Civil Service is for.

Simon: To change government decisions?

Humphrey: Well, only the bad ones. That's most of them, of course.

Man: Do you really believe in the British theatre?

Hacker: Oh, yes, absolutely.

Man: Why?

Hacker: Well, it's one of the great glories of England.

Man: You mean Shakespeare?

Hacker: Shakespeare, yes, absolutely.

Man: Who else?

Hacker: Who er Well there's Shakespeare, of course, and er Sheridan, Oscar Wilde, Bernard Shaw.

Man: They were all Irish.

Hacker: Well, Irish, English. Same thing then, wasn't it?

Man: Bernard Shaw died in 1950.

Hacker: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Woman: Do you go to the theatre a lot?

Hacker: Of course I'd love to, but you know how it is in my job.

Woman: Don't you think the PM ought to go, if it's one of the great glories of England?

Hacker: Well, the Arts Minister goes. Part of his job.

Man: Why??

Hacker: The PM can't do everything. Have to delegate some of the work.

Man: Going to the theatre is work?

Hacker: Well, wouldn't like to trespass on another minister's territory.

Man: You can't feel ill without clearing it with the Health Minister?

Hacker: Not exactly.

Woman: But what about when you were in opposition?

Hacker: It was much the same.

Woman: So when you say you believe in the theatre, it's like believing in God. You believe it exists.

Hacker: No, no, I'm a great supporter.

Woman: What was the last play you went to?

Hacker: Last pl er - I think it'd be "Hamlet".

Woman: Whose?

Hacker: Shakespeare's.

Woman: Do you know who played Hamlet?

Hacker: Oh er

Woman: Henry Irving?

Bernard: Er, Sir Humphrey, could I have a word?

Humphrey: Yes, yes of course. Forgive me, Mrs Hacker.

Bernard: Sir Humphrey, I don't think the PM's enjoying himself.

Humphrey: He's not supposed to. Cocktail parties at No.10 are just a gruesome duty.

Bernard: I know, but people keep asking him questions.

Humphrey: He should be used to that.

Bernard: They weren't tabled in advance, so he isn't briefed.

Humphrey: He's not on the record.

Bernard: Yes, but people will think he's a philistine.

Humphrey: Good heavens!

Bernard: I was wondering, should we go and rescue him? - All right, Bernard, leave it to me.

Hacker: We'll do what we can, but there are many calls on the public purse. Inner cities, schools, hospitals, kidney machines.

Woman: Tanks.

Woman: Rockets.

Woman: H-bombs.

Hacker: We can't defend ourselves against the Russians with a performance of "Henry V".

Humphrey: Prime Minister. I'm so sorry, ladies.

Hacker: This isn't a drinks party, it's a siege.

Humphrey: Prime Minister, I perhaps have to suggest that you should have a word with the managing director of the National Theatre.

Hacker: You want me to face another salvo?

Humphrey: No, Prime Minister, I've tried to persuade him to make the right sort of speech at the Awards Dinner.

Hacker: Have you, Humphrey? Thank you very much.

Humphrey: Not at all, Prime Minister. But you might have more success.

Humphrey: Simon Monk.

Hacker: Ah, Mr Monk.

Simon: Prime Minister.

Hacker: So you're going to introduce me at the Awards Dinner?

Simon: That's right.

Hacker: Any idea what you're going to say?

Simon: Well um I suppose it depends, really.

Hacker: Yes, yes On?

Simon: On the size of the grant, I suppose.

Hacker: Of course, that's still under discussion.

Simon: Of course, but if it were to be generous, it would give me a chance to say something about the way this government has got its priorities right, believing in Britain's heritage, what Britain stands for.

Hacker: Terrific, terrific. Of course, if I can't That is, if the Arts Minister can't cough up as much as you'd hoped.

Simon: Ah, well, that would be rather difficult.

Hacker: You wouldn't want to make it a political occasion.

Simon: Not for myself, of course not. But my colleagues would expect me to voice their feelings.

Hacker: Well as you know, there are many calls on the public purse. Inner cities, hospitals, kidney machines.

Simon:? Yes, yes.I thought perhaps the best way round it would be to make it funny.

Hacker: Funny?

Simon: Yes. You know, list some of the ways the government spends the money it can't afford for the arts. Did you know that in one year one London borough spent ￡1 million on hotels for families when it had 4,000 empty council houses? Isn't that hilarious?

Hacker: Of course, local government.

Simon: Yes, yes, but it is all government, isn't it? The taxpayer pays the Rate Support Grant. And did you know that another council spends ￡100 a week on a toenail-cutting administrator? One city was employing four gas-lamp lighters eight years after the last gas lamp was removed. That cost a quarter of a million. Should get a good laugh. Not to mention the council that spent ￡730 having two square yards of shrubbery weeded. And the government office block that was scheduled for demolition two weeks before it was completed.That should go down rather well at the dinner and make jolly good TV, don't you agree??

Hacker: So nice to meet you.

Simon: I just hope you realise, Prime Minister, that unless we get a substantial rise, the National Theatre will collapse and there'll be a huge empty building on the South Bank, a decaying monument to this government's barbarism.

Hacker: Where did he get those examples of government waste??

Humphrey: I really can't imagine.

Hacker: Dorothy, the National Theatre may call my bluff.

Dorothy: What is your bluff?

Hacker: My bluff is that I'm willing to risk the National Theatre's bluff.

Dorothy: What's their bluff?

Hacker: Their bluff is that they think I'm bluffing, whereas?

Dorothy: Whereas you are.

Hacker: I don't know now.

Dorothy: You mean you're playing blind man's bluff.

Bernard: May I just clarify this? You think the National Theatre thinks you are bluffing. They think you think THEY are bluffing, whereas your bluff is to make them think you are bluffing when you're not. If you are, your bluff is to make them think you're not. Their bluff must be that they're bluffing because if they're not bluffing, they're not bluffing.

Hacker: Thank you, Bernard. An invaluable contribution.

Dorothy: What is your policy? Will you risk their refusing to continue if you don't increase the grant?

Hacker: I shall just have to go on re-stating my policy, I think, until…until…

Dorothy: Until you know what it is.

Hacker: Dorothy, you've got to help me. This really is a hot potato. If I don't do anything, it could turn into a banana skin.

Bernard:? Prime Minister, a hot potato can't become a banana skin.

Hacker: What?

Bernard: If you don't do anything, a hot potato just becomes a cold potato.

Dorothy: May I make a suggestion? I have a plan.

Hacker: A plan? Yes, good. What??

Dorothy: Call their bluff. Sell the National Theatre building. It's a prime site. It's on the South Bank overlooking St Paul's and Big Ben.

Hacker: Sell it? To whom?

Dorothy: To a property developer. We gather to get ￡30- or ￡40 million for it.

Hacker: But we wouldn't have a National Theatre! We'd have to sell it

Dorothy: We'd have sold the building, not the company. The National Theatre gets a grant of ￡7 million a year. Nearly half goes on the upkeep of the buildings. That could go into productions by all the subsidised companies all over the country. Simon Monk said last week they didn't think they ought to have to spend their grant in that way. He said the theatre should be about plays and actors, not about bricks and mortar.

Hacker: Where would they put on their plays?

Dorothy: There are plenty of theatres in London, and all over the country. They could rent them like any other producer.

Hacker: Dorothy, this is brilliant! The theatre's about plays and actors, not maintaining buildings.

Dorothy: And it would make the company genuinely national.

Hacker: And we could give the ￡3 million to put on their productions. And the government would still make a net profit of over ￡30 million! Nobody could call me a philistine then!

Dorothy: Not unless they knew you.

Humphrey: Prime Minister, do excuse me gentlemen, you remember Simon Monk?

Hacker: Ah, Mr Monk, yes.

Simon: This is very bad news about the grant, Prime Minister.

Hacker: Surely not. It's gone up.

Simon: Nothing like enough.

Hacker: Enough for it to be unnecessary for you to?

Simon: I'm afraid not.

Hacker: Oh. Because I was hoping to do something really significant next year. I remember you are saying you had to spend nearly half your grant on upkeep of the building.

Simon: Oh, yes.

Hacker: I have a plan to relieve you of that.

Simon: Really? That would be marvellous.

Hacker: Wouldn't it? And it'd make the National Theatre really national too.

Simon: What do you mean?

Hacker: I'm thinking of selling the National Theatre.

Simon: Selling it?

Hacker: I knew you'd be pleased. That way we can save ￡3 million on upkeep.

Humphrey: Prime Minister, this is impossible

Hacker: No, it's quite easy actually. We've had a terrific offer for the site.

Humphrey: The National Theatre must have a base.

Hacker: And so it will. You could have inexpensive offices in Brixton or Toxteth or Middlesbrough.

Simon: What about the theatres, what about the workshops?

Hacker: You could hire them like any other company. Put on productions in the West End or the Old Vic or provincial theatres. Become strolling players again - instead of civil servants.

Simon: But that would be disastrous!

Hacker: Surely not. Didn't you say the theatre was about plays and actors not bricks and mortar?

Simon: Yes, yes, but that was…Look, the National Theatre must have a home!

Hacker: And so it will. Lots of homes. All the subsidised theatres would be called national theatres. There'd be the National Theatre at Glasgow, the National Theatre at Sheffield, the National Theatre at Bristol, and so on. And that three million can help them all. You'd just be the London branch of the National Theatre. That'd be popular with the whole profession.

Humphrey: Barbarism!

Hacker: What? Spending money on actors instead of buildings?

Humphrey: Yes. Well, no, no…Um?

Hacker: Anyway, it's just one of my options. I may decide against it or I may not.

I could outline it in my speech if necessary. It all depends.

Humphrey: On?

Hacker:Changing the subject. Have you decided what you'll say in your speech yet?

Simon: Yes. Oh er well not finally.

Hacker: Because I wondered if those jokes about government waste were really very funny. Of course, it's your decision. I'm sure you understand me.

(GAVEL BANGED THREE TIMES)

MC: Mr Prime Minister, my lords, ladies and gentlemen, pray silence for Simon Monk, Esquire, the managing director of the National Theatre.

Simon: Mr Prime Minister, my lords, ladies and gentlemen. You will have read of the grant for the Arts Council and the National Theatre. I know many of us are disappointed by the amount. Of course we'd have all liked it to have been larger, but this is a time of national stringency and we must think in terms of national needs. There are many calls on the public purse. Education, inner cities, health kidney machines. We should be glad that any increase at all has been possible and grateful to our guest of honour whose personal intervention made even this small breadstick possible, er, the increase. Ladies and gentlemen, to our guest of honour, the patron of the arts, the Prime Minister.

MC: My lords, ladies and gentlemen, the toast is…

Hacker: Excellent speech, don't you think, Humphrey?

MC: …the patron of the arts, the Prime Minister.

Humphrey: Yes, Prime Minister.

ALL: The Prime Minister.