Brazil
Where hearts were entertained in June
We stood beneath an amber moon
That softly murmured someday soon
Someday
We'd kiss
Someday
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...the Ministry of Information,
Deputy Minister Eugene Helpmann.
Good evening, David.
What do you believe is behind this recent increase
in terrorist bombings?
Bad sportsmanship.
A ruthless minority seems to have forgotten
certain good old-fashioned virtues.
They can't stand seeing the other fellow win.
If they played the game,
they'd enjoy life more.
There are those who maintain
that the Ministry of Information has become too large.
In a free society, information's the name of the game.
But the cost, Deputy Minister.
7% of the GNP.
I understand the taxpayers' concern.
People want value for money.
That's why we always insist on the principle
of information retrieval charges.
It's absolutely fair
that those found guilty pay for their detention
and the information retrieval procedures
used in their interrogation.
Is the government winning the battle against terrorists?
Yes.
We're fielding all their strokes,
running all of them out.
We're consistently knocking them for six.
I'd say they're nearly out of the game.
The bombing campaign is in its 13th year.
Beginner's luck.
Thank you, Deputy Minister.
Thank you, David.
And a very merry Christmas to you all.
"Scrooge was better than his word.
"He did it all, and more.
"And to Tiny Tim, who did not die,
"he became a second father.
"He became as good a friend in the good old world.
"And so, as Tiny Tim observed,
"'God bless us, every one. "'
You're giving me the runaround.
Hey, don't throw that. That's only for long distance.
Sorry, boys. We haven't got any vacancies.
Got no vacancies.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Who's there?
Who is that?
No!
Under powers entrusted to me
under section 476,
Mr. Buttle, Archibald, of Shangri-la Towers,
has been invited to assist the Ministry of Information with enquiries,
and that he's liable to certain financial obligations
as specified by Council.
Sign here, please.
Let go of him!
Where are you taking him?
There.
Thank you.
Same again, please. There.
Press harder this time.
Good.
What is this all about?
That's your receipt for your husband.
Here's my receipt for your receipt.
Are you okay?
We're Department of Works.
Department of Works up here.
Careful with those bloody things.
Get the hell out of here!
Don't you worry, love.
There's nothing to worry about.
It's Tuttle downstairs who can worry.
His name's Buttle. There must be some mistake.
Mistake?
We don't make mistakes.
They've gone back to metric without telling us.
Mrs. Buttle, are you all right?
"Buttle. "
"Buttle, Archibald. "
Damn!
Oh, shit!
Mr...
Mr. Lowry, would you step in here, please?
Uh...
I say, has anybody seen Lowry?
Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?
Sam.
Hello.
What?
Mr. Kurtzmann.
God, you're up late.
Is it?
The electrics here are up the spout.
Oh, yours, too?
Well, I'll be there as soon as I can.
What's this gun for?
This one, sister,
is a 9mm submachine gun
used for close-quarter combat fighting.
Sam!
Jack.
Long time no see.
Hey!
What are you doing here?
What's the problem?
Problem? No problem.
Everything's fine. Wonderful. Marvelous.
Alison's in great shape.
I'm on security level five now.
It's a great year.
You sound worried.
Worried, me?
It's you I'm worried about.
Whatever happened to you? Records?
Sam?
It's great to see you. I'm going to be late.
Sam, your life is going wrong. Records is a dead-end department.
It's impossible to get noticed.
I know. Wonderful.
See you, Jack. Give my regards to Alison and the twins.
Triplets.
Triplets?
God... How time flies.
Very clear delineation of picture. Highly mobile.
Next.
I want to report a wrongful arrest.
You want the Information Adjustment Department.
I've been there.
You have a form I need to fill out.
Got an arrest receipt?
Yeah.
Is it stamped?
Stamped?
There's no stamp here.
You can't have the form until this is stamped.
Where is that?
Information Adjustments.
It keeps picking up old films.
Perhaps the machine's on the blink.
There's a mismatch on the personnel code numbers.
Tuttle should've had £31 debited, not Buttle!
A mistake!
At least it's not ours.
Isn't it? Whose then?
Information Retrieval.
Expediting has put in for electrical procedures
for Buttle, Archibald, shoe repair operative.
Security has invoiced for Tuttle, Archibald, heating engineer.
What a relief! Well, finish your tea, son.
What? Oh, thanks.
I don't know what I'd do if you ever got promoted.
No worry there.
But if they did promote you?
I'd turn it down.
Would you, really?
Really.
You've been promoted.
It's your mother, isn't it? Pulling strings again.
It's time for you to accept responsibility.
Your father would be appalled at your lack of promotion.
I wish you'd stop interfering.
I don't want promotion. I'm happy where I am.
No, you're not. Jack Lint's a lesson to you.
He doesn't have your brains, but he's got the ambition.
You've got me and the deputy minister.
Now please, Mrs. Lowry, don't get upset.
Please wait in reception. You're giving her wrinkles.
Just try and relax.
I'll make you 20 years younger.
Dr. Jaffe, you're a genius.
Would you like to be surgeon general? I know simply everybody.
They won't know you when I've finished.
First, we remove the excess derma, so.
Now the flaccid tissues under the eyes and forehead.
Zip.
Now, I lift
the wrinkles and worry lines
right up into the wig, into the hairline.
Now the template.
Easy.
A bit of sticky.
And already she's twice as beautiful as she was before.
Voilà!
Mmm-hmm.
My God, it works.
Madame Lowry.
You look exquisite today. Merry Christmas.
Hello, Spiro. Merry Christmas.
You remember my son Samuel.
Of course.
We're joining Mrs. Terrain.
Yes. She's waiting.
I thought we'd talk.
We will.
Oh, God! She's with what's-her-name.
Alma, how are you? You look wonderful!
Hello, Shirley.
Thank you, Spiro.
Salt?
Not yet.
Sam, Happy Christmas.
So sorry we're late.
Thanks.
What are you going to have?
I can't decide between number one or number two.
What do you recommend?
Between you and me, number two.
Thank you, Spiro.
Shirley, what will you have?
Between you and me, number one.
Madame Lowry?
Oh, to hell with the diet.
I'll have a number eight.
A most perceptive choice, Madame.
Monsieur?
Steak, please. Rare.
Monsieur, quel numéro?
I don't know which number.
That one there.
That's fine. Mother...
Alma, you wicked girl. You started your treatment.
Number?
You noticed.
Say the number!
I'll tell you about it.
Number three.
Mother, listen!
Numéro huit!
Braised veal in wine sauce.
Hmm! Hmm!
It's too exciting.
I've left Dr. Jaffe for Dr. Chapman.
Numéro deux, duck à I'orange.
Chapman? Excusez-moi.
The acid man?
Really, Ida! Just because his techniques are revolutionary.
I don't call Dr. Jaffe "the knife man. "
Numéro un, crevettes à la mayonnaise.
I'm sorry, Alma.
It's all right.
Steak. Numéro trois!
Mesdames, monsieur, bon appétit!
Merci. Merci.
Salt.
What were we saying?
This isn't rare.
I saw the most wonderful idea for Christmas presents at the chemist's.
Gift tokens, medical gift tokens.
That sounds marvelous!
It's good at any doctor's and most major hospitals.
It's also accepted for gynecological examinations,
including cesarean sections.
I don't know what to say. It never happens here.
I'll do something about it.
Really, Sam! Can't you do something about these terrorists?
It's my lunch hour.
Besides, it's not my department.
That was one of the little things I've been dying to tell you.
Look. Sam's been promoted to Information Retrieval.
That's wonderful! Congratulations, Sam.
Stop it!
I'm not going to Information Retrieval!
Don't stick your oar in, Mother.
Pepper?
I've got to go.
You haven't had dessert.
I don't want dessert, a promotion or anything!
Of course you do.
You must have hopes, wishes, dreams!
No, nothing. Not even dreams.
Sam!
Ah, ah!
Oh, my God!
Hello? Central Services?
I'm at 579-B, block 19, northwestern section D.
That's exit one on Green Pastures Highway.
I've got trouble with my air-conditioning.
Central Services cannot take service calls
between 2300 and 0900.
This has not been a recording.
It's an emergency!
I've got to have a heating engineer.
Thank you for calling Central Services...
Shit!
Hello.
Hello, Mr. Lowry?
Yes, who is this?
Put the phone down, and raise your hands.
What? Who is this?
Nice and easy, now. Nice and easy.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
What are you doing?
Harry Tuttle, heating engineer, at your service.
Tuttle?
Are you from Central Services?
I called Central Services.
They're a little overworked these days. I intercepted your call.
You did what?
Just a minute. What was that business with the gun?
Just a precaution, sir. Just a precaution.
I've had traps set for me before now.
Central Services would love to get their hands on Harry Tuttle.
Are you telling me this is illegal?
Officially, only Central Services can touch this stuff.
Hold this, please.
But nowadays they can't get decent staff.
So they turn a blind eye, as long as I'm careful.
If they could prove I worked on their equipment,
that would be different.
Wouldn't it be simpler...
Hold this, please.
Wouldn't it be simpler to work with Central Services?
Couldn't stand the paperwork.
It's getting warm.
Couldn't stand what?
The paperwork.
Your whole system could be burning, and I couldn't do anything
without filling out a 27B-6. Bloody paperwork.
One has to expect a certain amount.
Why? I came into this game for the action.
Travel light, get in, get out, a man alone...
Now you can't move without a form.
Found it. There's your problem.
Can you fix it?
No, but I can bypass it with one of these.
That's fine by me.
Are you expecting anyone?
No.
No!
Wait, wait!
Shh!
The flashlight.
Central Services.
You rang, sir?
Trouble with your air-conditioning?
Air-conditioning, sir?
No, it's all right.
It's... It's fixed.
Fixed? Fixed?
Yes, I mean... It fixed itself.
Fixed itself?
Yes.
Machines don't fix themselves.
He's tampered with it.
Sorry you've had a wasted journey.
Oh, that's all right.
I think we ought to have a little look.
Have you got a 27B-6?
27B-6?
Now look what you've done!
Well... Have you got a 27B-6?
Not as such!
But we'll get one.
It's all right, it's all right.
Sorry, I'm a stickler for paperwork.
Where would we be if we didn't follow procedures?
We'll be back.
We'll be back!
Thanks for coming.
We'll be back, you bastard!
Righty-O!
Thanks, Lowry. You're a good man in a tight corner.
Listen, Tuttle...
I just happen to work at the Ministry of Information.
What?
Well, I just happen to know that Information Retrieval
are looking for an Archibald Tuttle, heating engineer.
You...
You wouldn't by any chance... Would you?
My good friends call me Harry.
Information Retrieval, huh? The big boys.
What do they want you for?
Time to go. Sorry.
You must let me give you something.
How much will it be for the work?
Oh, come on. You did me a favor. Just check the corridor.
Well, thanks.
Listen, kid, we're all in it together.
Go on.
Right.
Okay.
All clear.
I think Kurtzmann is getting suspicious.
What's playing today?
Casablanca.
Mr. Lowry, step in here, please.
Lowry!
Damn it, Lowry!
Psst.
We're in terrible trouble.
Shh!
Look at this.
It's a check.
It's the refund for Tuttle.
Tuttle!
I mean Buttle.
It's been confusion from the start.
He's been overcharged for information retrieval procedures,
and someone's trying to blame us.
Can I see? I've never seen a refund.
I'll bet it's Jeffries.
Yes, he believes people should pay more for their interrogation.
We must get rid of it.
Send it to somebody else.
Send it to Buttle. It's his check.
I've tried that. Look at this.
The census has him down as dormanted.
The computer's got him down as deleted.
Hang on.
Information Retrieval has him inoperative.
Security has him as excised. Administration says he's completed.
He's dead.
Dead?
Well, that's awful.
We'll never get rid of the thing now.
What will we do, Sam?
Could try next of kin.
Next of kin...
What's the check number?
074328K.
Write into memory.
Central Banking.
Veronica Buttle,
Mrs.
Deposit.
Thank God for that.
Would you like some tea?
There's a problem. She doesn't have a bank account.
That's it, then.
I might as well hang myself now.
This couldn't have happened before this seventh tier reorganization.
That's Simmons's doing.
He and Jeffries sit together at lunch. Bastards!
We could lose it behind a filing cabinet.
Look, there is one solution.
Drive out to Mrs. Buttle, let her endorse the check,
and let her cash it.
That's brilliant, Sam.
I'll do it for you.
Authorize the check. Sign there, there and there.
I think I've broken a bone. My wrist is all limp.
What a pathetic creature I am.
I'll do it for you.
Right. I'll be on my way.
Sam?
You are good to me.
Here's looking at you, kid.
Here's looking at you.
Brazil
Where hearts were entertained in June
We stood beneath that amber moon
We interrupt with news of a terrorist bombing...
Brazil
And clung together
Then
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
And now
When twilight beams the sky above
Recalling
Hello, could you tell me where...
Piss off!
Hello.
I'll never confess!
Mrs. Buttle?
Are you Mrs. Buttle?
My name's Lowry.
Sam Lowry.
I'm from the Ministry of Information.
I've come to give you a check.
It's a refund, actually. There was a mistake.
Mistake?
Yes. They don't usually make mistakes,
but I suppose we're all human.
What happened to the...
Actually, my coming here is rather unorthodox,
as payments are normally made through central computer,
but as there were certain difficulties,
we thought that rather than cause delay,
we'd let you have it now,
it being Christmas and all.
My husband's dead, isn't he?
I assure you, Mrs. Buttle,
the ministry is very scrupulous about eradicating any error,
but if you have any complaints,
I'd be happy to send you the appropriate forms.
What have you done with his body?
Gosh.
I don't know anything about that. I'm just delivering the check.
So if you wouldn't mind signing these two receipts,
I'd be only too happy to leave you in peace.
He hadn't done anything.
He was good!
What have you done with his body?
This isn't being very helpful.
I didn't have to come here.
Aah!
Are you all right?
Mrs. Buttle, are you all right?
It's you.
Wait! Stop! Don't go! Stop!
Stop! I had nothing to do with it!
Stop!
He's coming back.
Jesus Christ!
Go away.
Her name's Jill.
What? Jill?
Jill who? Jill who?
Layton.
Jill Layton.
You're a good girl. What are you doing here?
Waiting for my daddy.
He'll be pleased when he gets home.
I had the transport pool onto me.
Do you know about a missing personnel transporter?
Personnel transporter? What?
Oh, the pranets. I had a personal transporter.
I'll do the paperwork tomorrow.
Is it all right about Mrs. Tuttle...
Buttle's check?
Can I forget it?
Yeah.
What a relief. I'm going to have nightmares.
Damn! Blast!
What's the matter?
Do you know how to get round an IRQ-3?
Information on third-level suspects is classified.
Inquiries through Information Retrieval. They never tell you anything.
There's one way round it.
I could accept my mother's promotion.
Yes.
No!
You can't. You just turned it down.
I didn't sign the form.
I did it for you.
You didn't.
I did.
You didn't!
I did.
What'd you do that for?
That's what you wanted, isn't it?
Oh, I don't know.
I don't know what I want.
Come on. Before they turn the lights out.
There's one way round it.
I could always accept promotion to Information Retrieval.
Sam!
My God! What's going on?
Emergency procedures.
I haven't got an emergency.
This is an emergency.
Have a nice day.
Here. Sign that.
What is it?
A 27B-6. What do you think?
Spoor, come here. I found it. Spoor!
Spoor, come here.
A bypass on the transformer.
You've had that scab Tuttle here, ain't you?
What are you talking about?
Who fixed your ducts?
They fixed themselves.
Oh, yeah? Then where did this come from?
Out of your nostril, eh?
Central Services.
They don't take kindly to sabotage.
Sabotage, sir.
This place is in a terrible state.
You're not leaving it like this, are you?
Why not?
Just blow your nose, and it's fixed, isn't it?
Well...
Oh, my...
My Jesus!
What have you done with his body?
Yah!
Mrs. Ida Lowry requests the pleasure of your company
At her apartment tonight
From 8:30
To midnight
To celebrate the completion
Of her recent cosmetic surgery
Thanks.
It's reply paid.
Is it?
Oh.
Mother, I'm sorry
But I'm unable to come to your party
You don't have to sing it.
I don't?
Oh.
Aren't you late?
The party started an hour ago.
Yeah. It's the backlog. Everybody complains.
Was it all right otherwise?
Mr. Helpmann, I'm keen to get into Information Retrieval.
I'm dying to get at this woman.
Oh, God!
Hold it.
What? Who are you?
Where's your invitation?
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Mother!
Sam, I'm so glad you came.
Come in.
Mother?
Come in.
Oh, God, Mother, is that you?
Of course. Isn't it wonderful?
The bandages came off just this afternoon.
Come, darling, join in the fun.
Simply everybody's here.
Is Mr. Helpmann here?
Yes, and he wants to talk to you.
I want to talk to him.
Nobody's ever refused a promotion before.
He thinks you need medical attention.
Actually, I've decided...
Oh, Louis! Louis, you know Sam.
Can you believe it?
Just me and my little knife.
Snip, snip. Slice, slice.
Can you believe it?
Congratulations.
This is just the beginning.
Christ, you've seen her with her clothes off.
Faces are a doddle compared to tits and ass.
Oh, really, Louis.
I've been looking for you everywhere, Ida.
Mother, I have to talk to Mr. Helpmann.
You stupid sod!
Dear boy.
What do you think of your mother now?
It'll never last.
Excuse me.
Dr. Chapman, did you say something?
That technique. I've tried it.
Nice effect, but highly unstable.
In six months, she'll look like Grandma Moses.
Now see here, Chapman.
At least mine don't look like they've been mugged.
Sam. Sam.
What have you done with his body?
Sam!
What's happened to you?
A little complication.
Dr. Chapman says it often happens with delicate skin like mine.
Nothing to worry about.
These bandages will be off in a jiffy.
There's someone I want to meet...
I know. I know.
Here we are.
I'm going to leave you two lovebirds in peace.
Hello, Shirley. Oh, my God.
Come on.
You want a drink?
Oh, hello.
Chase those years away.
Listen, Shirley.
Your mother and my mother seem to have the idea...
Look, I'm very flattered,
and I don't want you to...
Oh, it's all right.
I don't like you, either.
Sam.
Jack.
Excuse me, Shirley.
I'm sorry.
Sam!
You remember Alison?
Evening.
Alison, Sam Lowry. Old friend.
Alison. Yes, of course.
You look different.
I'm two years older.
And seeing Dr. Jaffe.
She doesn't like me telling people.
I noticed the difference.
Remember how they stuck out?
What? Oh, yes. Well, rather.
I always wondered if they were real.
What, my ears?
Dr. Jaffe pinned her ears back.
Yes, that's what...
I wondered if she wore falsies.
Oh, Mr. Helpmann.
False ears.
Mr. Helpmann.
Hello, Jack.
Remember my wife?
Of course. Barbara, right? How are you?
Actually...
Barbara's very well. How are you?
Fine, thanks. Hello, Sam.
Ida said you might come.
Would you excuse us?
Of course, of course. Come on, Alison... Barbara.
Sam.
I need your help.
Thanks so much, Sam.
I'm glad to be of help.
If I can help you...
Actually...
Your father and I were very close.
Jeremiah was senior to me, but we were close friends,
especially after the bombing.
I keep his name alive at the office.
It's as though he's there speaking to me.
"'Ere I am, J. H."
The ghost in the machine.
He would have wanted me to help you.
I promised your mother
I'd take you onto the team at Information Retrieval.
But I gather that...
Well, actually, Mr. Helpmann, I've changed my mind.
I decided I'd accept the transfer,
if I'm not too late.
Too late?
That's for me to say.
Well, then, I...
Welcome to Information Retrieval.
Sam!
My name's Lowry.
Sam Lowry.
I'm reporting to Mr. Warrenn.
Thirtieth floor, sir. You're expected.
Don't you want to search me?
No, sir.
Want to see my ID?
No need, sir.
I could be anybody.
No, you couldn't, sir.
This is Information Retrieval.
The lift's arrived, sir.
Yes. No. I want that by...
Half as terrorists, rest as victims.
Mr. Warrenn! Yes. No.
My name's Sam Lowry.
Hello, Lowry. Yes. No.
Cancel that. Okay.
Glad to have you aboard.
Yes.
Don't be ridiculous, Jenkins.
These invoices?
Yes. Yes. You'll like it here.
We've got a crack team of... Are they kidding? Decision makers.
No. In triplicate. I'm expecting big things. Two copies!
Between you and me, Lowry... No! Tell Records to get stuffed!
The department is being upgraded.
Ah!
Here we are.
Your very own number on your very own door.
Behind that door, your very own office.
Congratulations, DZ-015.
Welcome to the team.
Yes. No. Cancel that.
Send two copies to Finance.
You can't borrow any chairs. There's only one left now.
What?
Oh.
Sorry.
Who are you?
My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.
Oh, yes. The new boy from next door.
My name's Lime.
Harvey Lime.
Welcome to Expediting.
Could I borrow your computer console?
What?
For 10 minutes.
You're taking my console into your office?
Yes. For a few minutes.
I'll tell you what.
Tell me what you want.
I'll do it for you.
I'm a bit of a whiz on that thing.
All right.
I need some information on a woman named Layton.
A woman, eh?
I see.
Yes. I know her age and distinguishing marks,
but I need an address.
Your dream girl.
What?
Let me use your console.
You must be joking.
When there's a woman involved, there's no stopping me.
Let's have that sheet.
Sod! It's broken!
You haven't switched it on.
Oh, yes.
You're putting me off.
Go back to your office. I'll knock when I'm finished.
I'm not going to elope with her.
All right.
Sam!
Sam.
Don't go.
Please.
Well?
Computers are my forte.
Let me see.
"Gillian Layton.
"White, blonde... Eyes: Blue. 5'4".
"Scar on left... "
Is this all you've got?
Best to take things slowly where some women are concerned.
Let me see.
Hey! That's mine!
"Layton. Truck driver.
"All inquiries, reference Officer 412-L, room 5001."
Oh, God! Help me! Can I help you?
Oh, no! No!
I'm...
I'm looking for Officer 412-L.
No! Help me! He won't be very long.
I thought so.
You may go in now.
Excuse me. Are you Officer 412-L?
Excuse me!
Jack!
Sam!
I heard you were coming aboard.
Congratulations! DZ-015.
Are you Officer 412-L?
That's me. Oh, and, Sam. A very happy Christmas.
Thanks, Jack. You settling in okay?
Fine.
I need some information.
This is Information Retrieval, not Information Dispersal.
Amy, don't throw the ball in here.
I'm not Amy. I'm Holly.
Did I call you Amy?
Triplet? One of them.
Barbara's taking the others shopping.
Jack... Now, bring me the blue one.
I need information about a woman.
Chloe, show Uncle Sammy how to spell "cat. "
I'm Holly.
Sorry, love. So you are.
This is her.
Layton.
Oh, shit.
How much do you know about this?
Not much.
What does B58-732 mean to you?
Buttle.
I knew it. You always were bloody quick.
Who else knows? Warrenn? Helpmann?
I only know you got the wrong man.
Information Transit got the wrong man.
I accepted him on good faith as the right man.
Was I wrong?
You killed Buttle.
There are rigid parameters to prevent such things.
It wasn't my fault that Buttle's heart condition didn't appear
on Tuttle's file.
Jack, I really need to know about...
Tuttle?
We'll interrogate Mr. Tuttle at the same voltage as Mr. Buttle
and juggle the books.
What's Tuttle done?
We suspect him of free-lance subversion.
I need Layton to close the case.
What has she done?
She witnessed the Tuttle... Buttle arrest.
She's been making wild allegations, trying to exploit the situation.
She's working for someone, and it's not us.
Terrorist?
The next customer has been delivered.
Thank you, Myrtle.
Why don't I get to her for you? I'll...
I'll deactivate her.
I don't want to get involved in anything unsavory.
Trust me, Jack.
Put these away.
Let me have her file.
Trust me, Jack.
All right.
Come along.
All right, but for Christ's sake, don't lose it.
Sit down there, darling.
Sam?
I'll get to her.
You'll never get anywhere in that suit.
Here.
Try this.
Bye-bye. Bye.
Jack, I...
Put it on. I won't look at your willy.
Let him go.
He's a tryer, isn't he?
Just... I've been to the Department of Works.
You've stamped this before. Why won't you stamp it now?
We've already stamped it.
No! No!
Up! Up! Up!
Oh, God!
Come on!
Shit!
Come out of there.
That's the deputy minister's lift.
I'm in a hurry.
Come here, sonny.
Let's see your ID card.
My ID?
Oh, God! This isn't my suit.
Can't this wait?
No, sir.
I'll have to make a report on this.
Now, then... Hey, you! Stop! Come back!
You two, after him!
Right! Yes, sir.
Stop!
Aim!
Stop! Don't... Oh!
Halt!
Well done, men.
Quick thinking.
Excellent work.
I'll take charge of her now.
Good. Good man.
Okay.
It's a classified matter.
And I'll include your fine handling of the situation in my report.
Great.
Merry Christmas, Dawson.
Come with me. Please. Okay, thanks.
Well done, men.
Excellent. Good turnout. Nice.
Thank you.
This way, please. Straight through.
We'll just go to my office.
Just keep moving.
Hey! Stop!
Come back here!
Pick these up!
Come on! Pick them up!
Disgraceful!
Can't you read English?
Oh, God!
Stop!
Well done! That's it! Let's go!
What are you doing?
Keep moving!
Get out of my cab.
What? Just drive!
You touched me. Nobody touches me.
What are you...
Please, please. Drive on. Drive on, will you?
Move over. I'll drive.
Don't touch anything!
It's okay, Officer. Got everything under control. Thank you.
Oh, shit!
Listen, please. Drive.
Trust me. You're in terrible danger. You're an embarrassment.
Please drive. Trust me.
Drive, and I'll explain everything.
Please.
Get out of my cab.
I'm sorry. I...
Okay, okay! You asked for it!
I'm Information Retrieval Officer...
DZ-105!
I'm arresting you!
Drive on, or I'll blast your fucking head off!
Go!
I'm sorry about that. I mean, touching you without permission.
But...
Hello. My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.
I've been...
You won't believe this. I know it'll sound incredible,
but I've been dreaming about you.
Not like that. I mean, I love you.
In my dreams, I love you.
Extraordinary, isn't it?
Anyway...
You...
You don't believe me, do you?
You probably think I'm bonkers, right?
Mad. Raving.
No. I think you're very attractive.
What?
Yeah. Sit back. Let me look at you.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Good looking. Sexy. Just my type.
I don't believe you.
Why not?
I just don't deserve such terrific luck.
You're damn right.
You don't trust me, do you?
We shouldn't have come here!
I got a job to do!
They'll be lying in wait!
Christ, you're paranoid.
No sense of reality.
Wait, wait, wait!
We'll take the lorry and get away!
Yeah? Where to?
Anywhere!
There isn't anywhere!
Just far away!
That's not far enough!
Wait!
Jill!
What's in the parcel?
Christmas present.
Oh.
It's heavy.
Heavy Christmas present.
Oh.
You don't trust me, open it.
No, no. It's fine.
I'd spoil the wrapping.
Anyway, if you're to trust me, then I should trust you.
Doesn't it bother you, what you do in Information Retrieval?
What?
Suppose you'd rather have terrorists.
Here's one now.
How many terrorists have you met, Sam, actual terrorists?
Actual terrorists?
Yeah.
Well, it's... It's only my first day.
A roadblock.
What should we do?
Stay calm.
Don't slow down!
Please, do as I say. Go straight ahead.
What the fuck are you doing, you stupid...
We did it! We broke right through!
We did it!
Faster! Get off me!
Keep going. Faster!
Jump it!
Stay off of me!
No!
Go faster. Faster!
We'll lose the house!
Don't touch anything!
Don't touch it!
We did it! We did it!
Oh, no.
And what would you like for Christmas?
My own credit card.
Why are we here?
Go away!
Let's go back to my flat.
You don't trust me?
You hijack my truck, lose me my job...
Of course I trust you.
I was only helping.
I don't trust you.
What's in that parcel?
You saved it. Must be special.
I saved you. You're not special.
I'm opening it. Don't touch that!
Sam!
It's me!
And Shirley!
Mrs. Terrain.
That should hold it!
Sam.
Hello, Shirley.
Oh, my God.
Whatever's happened to you now?
My complication had a complication.
But Dr. Chapman says I'll soon be bounding about
like a young gazelle.
Buying a Christmas present for your mother?
What?
Oh, yes, a little something.
Shirley and I come here regularly.
We love romantic lingerie.
Really? Oh.
Sam, picture me in these.
Oh, my God.
Sam, where are you going?
Sam!
Jill!
Are you all right?
You don't deserve to be.
What a bloody stupid thing!
How could you? Look at these people.
It was a bomb! I should've opened it.
It was right next to me.
There's your bomb, asshole!
A bribe.
For official monkeys like you.
Oh, God.
Make yourself useful.
Here.
Don't touch her! She's hurt!
Damn it!
Don't touch her!
Don't!
Stop!
Sam, no!
Sam, behind you!
These helmets make your scalp itch.
Don't mention it.
And they make you sweat.
I can't see where I'm going.
Well, I'm lucky.
I got thick eyebrows.
That channels it out to the ears.
Jill!
Who's he?
Somebody from Information Retrieval.
They frequent Lingerie.
Where is she?
Jill, is that you?
Excuse me, sir. That is government property.
Jill.
Jill. Answer me.
I'm looking for a girl,
blonde hair, medium height, green eyes.
They check all that at the depot.
We can't allow that.
It's more than our job's worth.
Jill, you must be here.
You can complete an application if you're a relative.
Now, stop, sir.
Jill! Jill.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
No!
Sorry about that, sir.
Regulations.
I don't care how you behaved at Records.
Information Retrieval is an executive branch.
We're proud of our reputation.
We protect it. Damn it, Lowry!
Those personnel carriers are still unaccounted for.
And what's this mess?
An empty desk is an efficient desk.
Queries from Security.
Searches from Central Banking.
Clarification notices from Accounting concerning unreturned receipts.
I have to...
Shut up!
I don't know what's going on,
but don't think you'll intimidate us
with friends and relatives in high places.
Now, shape up!
Mr. Warrenn, what about this?
Lime, I have to use your computer.
Sorry. Bit busy at the moment.
You seem busy, too.
Shit!
Of course you can check to see if she's been arrested.
I'm afraid this case has become much more complicated
since last we talked.
But she's innocent.
Tell the wives of the security men she blew up today.
She's not alone.
Tuttle's just wrecked an entire flat and sabotaged Central Services.
It looks like your block.
You should keep your eyes open.
Bye.
You don't think Tuttle and Jill are in league?
I do.
That's the beauty of it.
We trace the connections and reveal them.
This Buttle-Tuttle confusion was obviously planned from the inside.
Bye-bye.
Oh, but, Jack!
She's innocent, Jack.
Sam, we've always been close, haven't we?
Yes, Jack.
Well, until this all blows over, just stay away from me.
But...
Oh, my God!
It's you.
You.
It's you.
What's happening?
Your thermostat's gone, and then some.
And then some!
What? But, as you don't live here anymore...
What? Absolutely.
Do you know what this is?
It's an H2206,
authorizing compulsory, temporary requisition
of this flat for our necessary repairs.
Repairs!
What?
Don't forget your receipt!
Sorry, I'm a stickler for paperwork.
I'm a stickler for paperwork!
Bastards!
Tuttle.
What are you doing?
God.
It's getting cold in here.
Look at your trousers.
Oh, God.
It smells badly.
We're filling up with shit.
Oh, God!
Oh, Jesus.
Oh.
Oh, shit!
We're all in it together, kid.
Jill!
Jill.
Oh, God. Are you all right?
What happened to you after...
Your face. Were you hurt?
No. I'm fine. It's...
Well...
I've been worried sick about you.
Ahem.
Who was that?
He's a friend.
We'd better get out of here quick. Come on. Fast.
Here.
Quick!
Are you sure this is all right?
Yes. Yes, certain.
My mother's away for Christmas.
She's spending it at the plastic surgeon's.
The wraps come off tomorrow.
Lock the door after me.
Don't answer the phone.
I won't be long.
Where you going?
I can save you.
Trust me.
You can't go without me.
Could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office?
You have to go through the proper channels.
And you can't tell me what they are, because that's classified information.
I'm glad to see the ministry's recruiting
the brightest and best, sir.
Thank you, Dawson.
The first Noel
The angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their...
No. No. No, Arthur.
You're flat on the G. It's your breathing.
Ready! One, two, three.
The first Noel
The angels did say
"'Ere I am, J.H."
The ghost in the machine.
E, I, A, M, J, H.
Mr. Helpmann?
Jill?
Who's there?
What do you think?
Is it me?
Well?
You don't exist anymore.
I've killed you.
Jill Layton is dead.
Care for a little necrophilia?
But she's dead. There's a record. She...
No! No! Oh, my God!
Jill, no!
Don't fight it, son. Confess. Quickly!
If you hold out too long, you'll jeopardize your credit rating.
Jack?
Jack!
Jack! Jack!
Shut up!
Jack.
Jack, I'm innocent. Please, help me.
Bastard!
Jack.
This is all a mistake.
Take that mask off.
You stupid bastard!
Jack.
How could you do this to me?
I'm frightened.
How do you think I feel?
You shit. Shut up!
This is a professional relationship.
Jack.
Jack, no. You can't.
No, Jack. Please.
Jack, no! Don't.
Please, Jack. No!
Sam.
Sam!
You okay?
Tuttle!
Call me Harry.
Let's go!
Harry!
Mr. Lowry. So pleased you could make it.
Right this way.
It's a sad loss.
Your mother was there at the end.
Mrs. Terrain has just received that most wonderful of gifts.
She came to us physically new.
She goes hence, from us, not so physically new.
But the spirit never grows old.
Mother?
Oh, Sam.
Mother? Mother?
Stop calling me that!
Mother!
Mother, please!
Is this guy bothering you?
Mother!
Go away. This is a very sacred moment.
He's got away from us, Jack.
I'm afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann.
He's gone.
Then
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now
As twilight beams the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return
I will
To old
Brazil