"♪♪ [ Guitar ]" "♪ Brazil ♪" "♪ Where hearts were entertained in June ♪" "♪ We stood beneath an amber moon ♪" "♪ And softly murmured someday soon ♪" " ♪ Someday ♪ - ♪ We'd kiss ♪" "♪ We'd kiss ♪♪" "♪ ♪ [ Fanfare ]" "[ Female Chorus ] ♪ Central Services ♪" "♪ We do the work You do the pleasure ♪ ♪" "Hi there." "I want to talk to you about ducts." "Do your ducts seem old-fashioned, out-of-date?" "Central Services's new duct designs... are now available in hundreds of different colors... to suit your individual taste." "Hurry now, while stocks last, to your nearest Central Services showroom." "Designer colors to suit your demanding taste." "[ Man ] Tonight we have with us, from the Ministry of Information..." "Deputy Minister Eugene Helpmann." "[ Helpmann ] Good evening, David." "What do you believe is behind this recent increase in terrorist bombings?" "Bad sportsmanship." "A ruthless minority of people... seems to have forgotten certain good old-fashioned virtues." "They just can't stand seeing the other fella win." "If these people would just play the game... they'd get a lot more out of life." "Nevertheless, Mr. Helpmann, there are those who maintain... that the Ministry of Information has become too large and unwieldy." "[ Helpmann ] David, in a free society, information's the name of the game." "You can't win the game if you're a man short." "[ David ] And the cost of it all, Deputy Minister." "Seven percent of the gross national product." "[ Helpmann ] I understand this concern on behalf of the taxpayer." "People want value for money." "That's why we always insist on the principle of information retrieval charges." " [ Fly Buzzing ]" " It's absolutely right and fair... that those found guilty should pay for their periods of detention... and for the information retrieval procedures used in their interrogation." "Do you believe that the government is winning the battle against terrorists?" "Oh, yes." "Our morale is much higher than theirs." "We're fielding all their strokes, running a lot of them out... and pretty consistently knocking them for six." "I'd say they're nearly out of the game." "[ Buzzer Buzzing ]" "[ Buzzer Buzzes ]" "[ Helpmann ] ..." "law-abiding citizens to have to subsidize criminals?" "But, Mr. Helpmann, the bombing campaign is now in its 1 3th year." "Beginner's luck." "[ Chuckles ]" "Thank you very much, Deputy Minister." "Thank you, David." "And a very merry Christmas to you all." "[ Woman ] "Scrooge was better than his word." ""He did it all, and infinitely more." " [ Imitating Machine Gun Fire ] - "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."" "[ TV:" "Chattering ]" " Are you boys giving me the runaround?" " Where are you?" " [ Woman Laughs ]" " Step right up." "This way." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Don't throw that." "That's only for long distance." " All right." " [ Horn Honking ]" " I'm sorry, boys, but we haven't got any vacancies." " Got no vacancies." " We got plenty of rooms." " That's all right." "We take a room." " All right." " All right." "We take a vacancy." " [ Laughing ]" " Boy, take the gentlemen's baggage." "[ Laughing ]" " [ Buzzer Buzzes ] - [ Bells Jingling ]" " Who's there?" " [ TV:" "Men Chattering ]" "Who is that?" "Father Christmas can't come if we haven't got a chimney." " You'll see." " ♪♪ [ Music Box: "Deck The Halls" ]" "[ Bells Jingling ]" "[ Screams ]" "[ Alarm Blaring ]" " [ Alarm Continues ] - [ Boy ] No!" "[ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" " What's going on?" " [ Alarm Continues ]" "No!" "[ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" " [ Alarm Stops ] - [ Whimpering ]" "[ Clears Throat ] I hereby inform you, under powers entrusted to me... under section 47, paragraph 7 of council order number 438476..." " [ Muffled Murmur ] - that Mr. Buttle, Archibald, residing at 41 2 North Tower, Shangrila Towers... has been invited to assist the Ministry of Information with certain inquiries... and that he is liable to certain financial obligations... as specified in council order RB/CZ/907/X." " Sign here, please." " [ Muffled Groans ]" "[ Shouting ]" "Where are you taking him?" "There." "Thank you." "Same again, please." "Just there." "Press harder his time." " Good." " What is this all about?" "That is your receipt for your husband." "Thank you." "And this is my receipt for your receipt." "Mrs. Buttle, are you okay?" " Ho!" "Ho!" " We're Department of Works!" "Department of Works up here!" "Careful with those bloody things." "Don't take any notice of them, love." "Don't touch me." "Why don't you just get the hell out of here." "Don't you worry, love." "We'll have everything shipshape in a jiffy." " That's it." "Nothing to worry about." " Right." "It's Tuttle downstairs who can worry, eh?" "Tuttle?" "His name's Buttle." "There must be some mistake." "Mistake?" "[ Chuckles ] We don't make mistakes." " [ Crash ]" " That's bloody typical." "They've gone back to metric without telling us." "Mrs. Buttle, are you all right?" "Yeah." "Uh, uh —" " ♪♪ [ Music Box: "Deck The Halls" ] - [ Whimpering ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Ticking ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "♪ ♪ [ Orchestral Soundtrack ]" "[ TV:" "Gunshots ]" ""Buttle."" "Buttle, Archibald." "Ridiculous name." "[ Mutters ]" "On the twenty —" "Oh, shit." " [ Sighs ]" " Mr. —" "[ Clears Throat ]" "Mr. Lowry, would you step in here, please?" " ♪♪ [ Orchestral Soundtrack ] - [ Gunshots ]" "♪♪ [ Stops ]" "♪♪ [ Resumes ]" " ♪♪ [ Stops ] - [ Bell Dings ]" "Ah." "I say, h-has anybody seen Lowry?" "Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?" "Sam." "Sam." "[ Buzzer Buzzing ]" "[ Buzzing Continues ]" " Hello." " [ Man ] Hello?" "Sam." "Where are you?" " Hello?" " It's 1 1:00." " What?" " 1 1:00!" " Mr. Kurtzmann." " Yes." "[ Chuckles ] You're up late." " It's 1 1:00." " Is it?" "[ Electronic Chirp ]" " [ Alarm Beeping ]" " Oh." "The electrics here are up the spout." " I know." "Look —" " Oh, yours too?" " Yes." " Oh, well, um, I'll be there as soon as I can." " Yes." "Thanks." "Bye." " Hurry up." "[ Bell Dings ]" " Hello, Sammy." " ♪♪ [ Jazz ]" "What have you got to say?" "♪ ♪ [ Continues ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "♪♪ [ Continues ]" "[ Man On TV ] Oh, very good, Sammy." "♪ ♪ [ Ends ]" "[ Children Chattering ]" "[ Man ] ...famous statue pairing truth and freedom." "This is not the only statue — Shut up!" "What's this gun for?" "This one, Sister, is a nine-millimeter submachine gun... used for close-quarter combat fighting." "Very effective weapon." "Would you like to see it?" "♪♪ [ Speakers: "The First Noel" ]" "[ Chattering ]" " Oh." " [ All Giggling ]" "Ooh!" "[ Giggling ]" "[ Chattering ]" " [ Buzzer Buzzes ] - [ Electronic Chirping ]" "[ Steam Hissing ]" "Sam!" "Jack!" " Well —" " Long time no see." " Hey." " [ Laughing ] What are you doing here?" "I don't expect to see you slumming it in Records." " What's the problem?" " Problem?" "No problem." "Everything's fine." "Wonderful." "Marvelous." "Alison's in great shape." "Kids are fine." "I'm on Security Level 5 now, so Mr. Helpmann relies on me more and more." " It's been a great year." " You sound worried." "Worried?" "Me?" "If I'm worried about anyone, Sam, it's you." "I mean, look at you, Sam." "Whatever happened to you?" "Records?" "Sam, you were one of the brightest —" "Sam?" "Uh, Jack, it's great to see you." " I'm gonna be late." " Sam." "Let a friend tell you." "Your life is going wrong." "Records is a dead-end department." "No security level worth a damn." " It's impossible to get noticed." " I know." "Wonderful." "Marvelous." "Perfect." "See you, Jack." " Give my regards to Alison and the twins." " Triplets." "Triplets?" "God." "How time flies." "A very clear delineation of picture this has." "Adamant, mobile." "[ Man ] Next." "I want to report a wrongful arrest." "You want Information Adjustments." "Different department." "I've been to Information Adjustments." "They sent me here." "They said you have a form I need to fill out." "Have you got an arrest receipt?" "Yeah." " Is it stamped?" " Stamped?" "No, no." "There's no stamp on it, you see." "I can't let you have the form until this is stamped." " Where do I get it stamped?" " Information Adjustments." "[ Clears Throat ]" "It's nothing." "It's nothing." "It keeps picking up old films." "That can't be right, can it?" "Perhaps the machine's on the blink." "No, it's not the machine." "There's a mismatch on the personnel code numbers." "Tuttle should have had £31 .06 debited against his account, not Buttle." " My God!" "A mistake!" " Well, at least it's not ours." "Isn't it?" "Whose is it?" " Information Retrieval." " Oh, good." "Yeah." "See, Expediting has put in for electrical procedures... in respect of Buttle, Archibald, shoe repair operative... but Security has invoiced Admin for Tuttle, Archibald, heating engineer." "Oh, what a relief." "Finish your tea, Sam." "What?" "Oh." "Thanks." "I don't know what I would do if you ever got promoted." " Oh, God, don't worry about that." " No, but if they did promote you, uh —" "I've told you before." "I'd turn it down." " Would you?" "Really?" " Really." "You've been promoted." "It's your mother, isn't it?" "Pulling strings again." "Sam, it's time for you to grow up and accept responsibility." "Your poor father would be appalled at your lack of promotion." "Ooh!" "Mother, I just wish you would stop interfering." "I don't want promotion." "I'm happy where I am." "No, you're not." "Jack Lint is a lesson to you." "He doesn't have your brains, but he's got the ambition." "You haven't got the ambition." "Luckily, you've got me and the deputy minister." " Mr. Helpmann was very close to your father." " Now, please, Mrs. Lowry." "Don't get upset." "Mr. Lowry, please wait in reception." "You're giving her wrinkles." " You see?" " [ Sam ] God!" "Just try and relax, Mrs. Lowry." "I'll make you 20 years younger." " Ha!" " Yoo-hoo, Dr. Jaffe." "You are a genius." "Would you like to be surgeon general?" "I know simply everybody." "Well, they won't know you when I've finished with you." " Mmm. [ Chuckles ]" " First... we remove the excess derma." " So." " Mmm." "Now the flaccid tissues under the eyes and the forehead." " Zip." " Oh." "Now, I lift... the wrinkles and the worry lines... right up into the wig, into the hairline." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Jaffe ] Now the template." " Mercy." " There." "Now a bit of sticky." "Like so." "And already she's twice as beautiful as she was before." "Voilà!" "Mr. Helpmann was very close to your poor father." "He was very close to me." "Still is." "He'll take you under his wing when you get to Information Retrieval." " Thank you, sir." " You'll like it there." "[ Sam ] You're not listening to me, Mother." "[ Alarm Blaring ]" " [ Alarm Beeping ] - [ Man ] What the hell is this, lady?" " It's a present for my son." "Really!" " [ Alarm Stops ]" "I hope you like it." "It's very exclusive." "What on earth is it?" "Something for an executive." "[ Giggles ]" " [ Clears Throat ]" " Ah, Madame Lowry." "You look exquisite today." "Merry Christmas." "Hello, Spiro." "Merry Christmas." " Sorry." " Uh, you remember my son, Samuel." " Of course." " We're joining Mrs. Terrain." " Yes." "The lady's waiting." " Are we?" "God." "This way." "Mother." "Mother, I thought we were going to be able to talk." " We will." "We will." " [ Woman ] Ida, Sam." " Oh, God." "She's got what's her name with her." " Yoo-hoo!" "[ Whispers ] Sam!" "Well, Alma." "How are you?" "You look wonderful." "Hello, Shirley." "Thank you, Spiro." " Salt?" " Not yet." "Sam, happy Christmas." "Oh!" " [ Ida ] So sorry we're late." " Thanks." "Now, Alma... what are you going to have?" "I can't make up my mind whether to have the number one or the number two." " What do you recommend, Spiro?" " Between you and me, madame... today the number two." "Thank you, Spiro." "Shirley." "Shirley, what are you going to have?" "Between you and me, mademoiselle, today the number one." " Madame Lowry?" " Oh, to hell with the diet." "I'm going to have a number eight, please." " A most perceptive choice if I dare say so, madame." " Oh, Ida!" " Monsieur." " Steak, please." "Rare." "Mother —" " Monsieur, quel numéro?" " I don't know which number." "Mother, please —" " That one." "There." " That's fine." "Thanks." " Mother, will you please listen to me." " Alma!" "You wicked girl." " You've started your treatment." " Say the number, please." " You noticed." " You have to say the number!" " Will you please go away!" "I'm trying to talk —" " I must tell you all about it." "Number three." "Mother, will you listen to me." "I haven't —" "Numéro huit." "Braised veal in wine sauce." " [ Alma ] Ooh!" " [ Ida ] Mmm!" "It's too exciting." "I've left Dr. Jaffe and gone to Dr. Chapman." " Numéro deux." "Duck à l'orange." " Dr. Chapman?" "Chapman?" " Excusez-moi." " [ Gasps ]" " [ Dog Growls ]" " The acid man?" "Really, Ida!" "Just because his techniques are revolutionary..." "I don't go around calling Dr. Jaffe the knife man." "[ Spiro ] Numéro un, crevettes à la mayonnaise." " I am sorry, Alma." "I didn't mean to sound so —" " It's all right, Ida." "It's just —" "Steak." "Numéro trois." "Mesdames, monsieur... bon appétit." " Merci." " Merci. [ Giggles ]" "Acid, on the other hand, can be used for such wonderfully subtle shading." " Hmm." " Such delicate nuances." "Like a Rembrandt etching." " And it is so much quicker." " [ Sam ] God!" "If it wasn't for this complication — the doctor says it could have happened to anybody —" "I'd have had this dressing off yesterday." " Mm-hmm." " Shirley." "Salt?" "[ Chattering, Gasping ]" "[ People Screaming ]" "[ Explosion ]" "♪♪ [ "Hava Nagila" ]" "What were we saying?" " This isn't rare." " Oh!" "By the by, Alma..." "I saw the most wonderful idea for Christmas presents at the chemist's." "Gift tokens." "Medical gift tokens." "Oh, that sounds marvelous!" "It's good at any doctor's and most of the major hospitals." "It's also accepted for gynecological examinations..." " including cesarean section." " [ Siren Wailing ]" " Spiro." " I'm sorry, madame." "I don't know what to say." "It never really happens to us." "I'm going to do something about it straightaway." "Really, Sam!" "Why can't you do something about these terrorists?" " It's my lunch hour." " [ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" "Besides, it's not my department." "Actually, Alma, that was one of the little things I've been dying to tell you." "Look." "Sam's been promoted to Information Retrieval." "Oh, that's wonderful!" "Congratulations, Sam!" "Stop it!" "I'm not being promoted." "I'm not going to Information Retrieval." "If I want you to stick your oar in, Mother, I'll tell you where to stick it." " ♪♪ [ Continues ] - [ Chattering ]" "Pepper?" "I've gotta go." " Sam, you haven't had your dessert." " I don't want dessert." " I don't want promotion." "I don't want anything." " Of course you want something." "You must have hopes, wishes, dreams!" "No, nothing." "Not even dreams." "Sam." "Sam!" "[ Moaning ]" "[ Panting ]" "[ Sighs ]" " [ Electronic Chirp ] - [ Sighs ]" "[ Alarm Beeping ]" "[ Grunts ]" " [ Hissing ] - [ High-pitched Whistle ]" " [ Explosion ]" " Oh, God." " [ High-pitched Whistle ] - [ Coughing ]" "[ Coughing ]" "Hello." "Central Services?" "I'm at 579B, Block 1 9, Northwestern Section "D."" "That's exit one on Green Pastures Highway at the Orange Blossom Flyover." "And I've got trouble with my air-conditioning." "It's an emergency." "[ Woman ] Thank you for calling Central Services." "I'm sorry." "Due to temporary staff shortage..." "Central Services cannot take service calls centrally between 2300 and 0900 hours." " Have a nice day." "This has not been a recording." " This is an emergency." "Thank you for calling Central Services." "I'm sorry." "Due to —" " No." "I've got to have a heating engineer." " Thank you for calling Central Services." "Oh, shit." "[ Buzzer Buzzing ]" "Hello." "[ Buzzing Continues ]" " Hello." " [ Man ] Hello." " Hello." " [ Man ] Hello." " Hello." " [ Man ] 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." "Just keep your hands where I can see them." "[ Faint Rumbling ]" "[ Faint Rumbling Continues ]" "What — What are you doing?" "Harry Tuttle." "Heating engineer at your service." "Tuttle?" "Are you from Central Services?" "[ Scoffs ]" "I called Central Services." "Well, they're a little overworked these days." "Luckily I intercepted your call." "You did —" "Just a minute." "What was that business with the gun?" "It's just a precaution, sir." "Just a precaution." "I've had traps set for me before now." "And there are plenty of people in Central Services... who'd love to get their hands on Harry Tuttle." "[ Laughs ]" "Are you telling me that this is illegal?" "Well, yes and no." "Officially, only Central Service operatives are supposed to touch this stuff." " Would you hold this, please?" " Uh —" "But nowadays, with all the new rules and regulations... they can't get decent staff anymore." "So they tend to turn a blind eye as long as I'm careful." "Mind you, if ever they could prove that I've been working on their equipment... well, that's a pipe of a different color." "[ Chuckles ]" " Wouldn't it be simpler just to work —" " Would you hold this for me?" "Sorry." "Yes." "I was saying, wouldn't it be simpler to work with Central Services?" "Nah!" "Nah." "Couldn't stand the pa —" " [ Low Rumble ]" " We're getting warm." " You couldn't what?" "Couldn't stand the what?" " Paperwork." "Couldn't stand the paperwork." "Listen." "This whole system of yours could be on fire... and I couldn't even turn on a kitchen tap without filling out a 27B/6." "Bloody paperwork." "[ Scoffs ]" "I suppose one has to expect a certain amount." "Why?" "I came into this game for the action, the excitement." "Go anywhere, travel light, get in, get out, wherever there's trouble, a man alone." "Now they got the whole country sectioned off." "You can't make a move without a form." "[ Hissing, Soft Rumbling ]" "[ Low Rumble ]" "[ Mumbles ]" "[ Electricity Crackling ]" "[ Pops ]" "[ Sighs ] Found it." "There's your problem." " Can you fix it?" " No, I can't." "But I can bypass it with one of these." "Fine by me." "[ Doorbell Rings ]" " Are you expecting anyone?" " No." "[ Shouting ]" " Get down!" " Wait!" "Wait!" "Will you wait!" "Shh." " The flashlight." " [ Whimpers ] Ah!" "Central Services." " Central Services." " Oh, yes." " You rang, sir?" " You rang, sir?" " Trouble with your air-conditioning?" " Air-conditioning, sir?" "No, it's — it's — it's, uh, all right." "It's, um — It's fixed." " Fixed." " Fixed?" "Yes, um —" "I mean, it, um, fixed itself." " Oh, it fixed itself!" " Fixed itself?" "[ Laughing ]" "Yes!" "[ Laughing ]" "Machines don't fix themselves." "No, they don't fix themselves, sir." " He's tampered with it, Dowser." " I think he's tampered with it, Mr. Spoor." "Sorry you've had a wasted journey." "Oh, that's all right." " I think we'll go have a little look." " No, you can't." "I think we should." "Yes, Mr. Spoor." "Have you got a 27B/6?" "27B/6?" " [ Door Panel Rattling ] - 27B/6?" "27 —" "Now look what you've done to him!" "Well, have you got a 27B/6?" "Not... as such." "But we'll get one." " It's all right." "It's all right." "It's all right." " It's all right, then?" "Sorry." "I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork, you see." "I mean, where would we be if we didn't stick to the correct procedures?" "We'll be back." "We'll be back!" " [ Dowser Howling ]" " It's all right." " Thanks for coming." " [ Howling Continues ]" "We'll be back, you bloody little bastard!" " Thank you." " [ Spoor ] We'll show you!" "[ Exhales ] Well —" "Thanks, Lowry." "You're a good man in a tight corner." " [ Pats Back ]" " Thanks." "Listen, um — I, uh —" "Well, I —" "I just happen to work at the Ministry of Information." " What?" " And, uh —" "Well, I just happen to know that Information Retrieval... are looking for an Archibald Tuttle, heating engineer." "You, uh —" "You wouldn't, by any chance —" "Would you?" "My good friends call me Harry." "Information Retrieval, huh?" "The big boys." " [ Chuckling ] - [ Beeping, Whirring ]" "What do they want you for?" "♪ ♪ [ Humming "Brazil" ]" " Time to go." " Sorry." " How's that?" " ♪♪ [ Humming Continues ]" "Listen, you, um — you really must let me give you something." "[ Bell Dings ]" "How much will it be for the, uh — for the work?" "Ah, come on." "You did me a favor." "Just check the corridor." "Oh." "Well, thanks." "Listen, kid, we're all in it together." " Go on." " Right." "[ Exhales ] Okay." "All clear." "I think Kurtzmann is getting suspicious." "What's playing today?" "Casablanca." "[ Kurtzmann On Loudspeaker ] Mr. Lowry, will you step in here, please." "Lowry!" "Sam Lowry!" "Psst!" "Thank God you're here." "We're in terrible trouble." "Shh." " Look at this." "Look at this." " It's a check." "It's the refund for Tuttle." " Tuttle?" " Mm-hmm." "No, no." "Buttle." "I mean Buttle." "It's been confusion from the word go." "He's been overcharged for Information Retrieval procedures... and someone somewhere is trying to make us carry the can." "Can I have a look?" "I've never seen a refund check before." "I'll bet it's Jeffries." "Yes." "He always believes that people should pay more for their interrogation." "And "B," he loathes me." "We've gotta get rid of it!" "Well, send it to somebody else." "Better still, send it to Buttle." "After all, it's his check." "I've tried that." "But look." "Look at this." "You see?" "The population census has gotten him down as "dormanted."" "Uh, the Central Collective Storehouse computer has got him down as "deleted."" "Hang on." "Information Retrieval has got him down as "inoperative."" "Security has got him down as "excised."" " Administration has him down as "completed."" " He's dead." "Le —" "Dead?" "Well, that's awful." "We'll never get rid of the damn thing now." "[ Whimpering ] What we gonna do, Sam?" "Could try next of kin." "Next of kin!" " [ Beeping ]" " Yes!" "There we go." "Buttle." "Veronica." "Mrs." "Veronica?" "What's the number on the check?" "Uh, 271 56789..." "[ Beeping Continues ]" "074328K." "Right." "Into memory." "Central Banking." "Veronica Buttle." "Mrs." "Deposit." "♪ ♪ [ Humming "Brazil" ]" "♪ ♪ [ Humming Continues ]" "[ Air Hissing ]" "[ Exhales ]" "Thank God for that." "Uh, would you like some tea?" " [ Bell Dings ] - [ Spoon Clatters ]" "There's a problem." "She doesn't have a bank account." "Well, that's it, then." "I might just as well go and hang myself now." "[ Chuckles ]" "This sort of thing could never have happened before this stupid seventh-tier reorganization." "That's Simmons's doing." "And he and Jeffries always sit together at lunch." "Bastards!" "Sh — Shh." "Shh." "[ Groans ]" "Perhaps we could lose the thing behind a filing cabinet or something — burn it, eat it." "Look, there is one solution." "What?" "Drive out to Mrs. Buttle, let her sign the back of the check." "She can cash it at the corner sweet shop." "That's brilliant, Sam." "I'll even do it for you." "Here, authorize the check." "What's the address?" "Everything's in here." "Uh, w-what should I do next?" "Pink and blue receipts." "Sign there, there and there." " And sign the check there." " Yes." "[ Groaning ]" "I think I've broken a bone." "Look, my wrist is all limp." "What a pathetic creature I am!" "Here." " I'll do it for you." " [ Sighs ]" "[ Exhales ] Right." "I'll be on my way." "[ Kurtzmann ] Sam?" " ♪♪ [ Orchestral:" "Dramatic ]" " Mm-hmm?" "You are good to me, you know." " [ TV:" "Humphrey Bogart ] Here's looking at you, kid." " Here's looking at you." "♪♪ [ Radio:" "Pop ]" "♪ Brazil ♪" "♪ Where hearts were entertained in June ♪" "♪ We stood beneath an amber moon ♪ ♪♪ [ Fades ]" "[ Radio:" "Announcer ] We interrupt this program to bring you news of a terrorist bombing at the Blue Lagoon —" "♪ ♪ [ "Brazil" Continues ]" "♪ And clung together ♪" "♪ Then ♪" "♪ Tomorrow was another day ♪" " ♪ The morning found me miles away ♪ - [ Boys Laughing ]" "♪ With still a million things to say ♪" "♪ Now ♪" "♪ When twilight dims the sky above ♪" "♪ Recalling ♪♪" "[ Boy ] Under Section 972/552." "Hello." "I wonder if you could tell me where the —" "Piss off!" "Hello." "I'll never confess!" "[ Rattling ]" "[ All Laughing ]" "Hey, come on!" "You gotta interrogate me!" "[ Man Coughs ]" "Mrs. Buttle?" "Uh, Mrs. Buttle?" "Ah." "Um, are you Mrs. Buttle?" "Um... my name's Lowry." "Uh, Sam Lowry." "Um, I'm from the Ministry of Information." "[ Clears Throat ] I've come to give you a check." "Um, it's a refund, actually." " There was a mistake." " Mistake?" "Yes, yes." "Not in my department, of course." "I'm only Records." "No, it, uh — I'll tell you what it is." "It seems that Mr. Buttle was overcharged by Information Retrieval." "Yes, they don't usually make mistakes, but, uh... well, I suppose we're all human." "Oh!" "What happened to the, um —" "Actually, you know, my coming here is rather unorthodox, bringing you this check... as any payments are normally made through Central Computer, but, um —" "Well, as there were certain... difficulties... we thought, well, rather than cause delay... we'd let you have it now." "You know, it being Christmas and all." "My husband's dead, isn't he?" "Um, I do assure you, Mrs. Buttle, the ministry is very scrupulous... about following up and eradicating any error." "But if you do have any complaints you wish to make..." "I'd be, well, only too happy to send you the appropriate forms." "What have you done with his body?" "Oh!" "[ Chuckles ] Gosh." "Um, I-I don't know anything about that, Mrs. Buttle." "I'm really just delivering the check." "So, if, um — Look, if you wouldn't mind just signing these two receipts..." "I'd be only too happy to, uh — to leave you in peace." "[ Sobbing ] He hadn't done anything." "He was good!" "[ Paper Tearing ]" "What have you done with his body?" "[ Sobbing Continues ]" "[ Screaming, Sobbing Continues ]" "It isn't being very helpful, Mrs. Buttle." "[ Muffled Screaming ]" "I didn't have to come here, you know, Mrs. Buttle." "[ Boy Shouts ] I'll kill you!" "I'll kill you, you bastard!" "[ Both Shouting ]" " Hey!" " [ Sobbing Continues ]" "Get off!" "Are you all right?" "Are you all right?" "[ Mrs. Buttle Moaning ]" "Mrs. Buttle, are you all right?" "It's you!" "Wait!" "Stop!" "Don't go!" "Stop!" "[ Baby Crying In Distance ]" "[ Man Coughs ]" "Ow!" "[ Explosion ]" "[ Children Laughing, Chattering ]" "[ Child Laughing ] Oh, look!" "He'll never get that out!" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Horn Blasting ]" "Stop!" "I had nothing to do with it!" "Wait!" "Stop!" "[ Child ] He's coming back!" "[ Grunting ]" "[ Engine Starts ]" " [ Children Continue Laughing ]" " Jesus Christ!" "Jesus — [ Groans ]" " Go away." " Her name's Jill." "What?" "Jill?" "Jill who?" "Jill who?" "Layton." "Jill Layton." "You're a very good little girl." "What are you doing here?" "Waiting for my daddy." "He will be pleased when he gets home." "Sam, I've just had the Transport Pool onto me." "You don't anything about a personnel transporter gone missing, do you?" "Personnel transporter?" "What?" " Oh, the prannets." "I had a personal transporter." " Huh." "I'll do the paperwork in the morning." "Um, is it all right about Mrs. Tuttl —" "Uh, Buttle's check?" " Uh-huh." " Can I forget it?" " Yeah." " Oh, what a relief." "I'm gonna have nightmares, you know." "[ Beeping ]" " Oh, damn and blast!" " What's the matter?" "[ Sighs ]" "I don't suppose you'd happen to know how I can get round an IRQ/3, do you?" "Ooh, all information on third-level suspects is classified." "All inquiries through Information Retrieval, and that's hopeless." "They never tell you anything." "Come the time they want something from us, oh, yes." "There is one way I could get round it." "I could accept my mother's promotion." "Yes." "No!" "[ Chuckles ]" "You can't." "You've 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 did you do that for?" "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" "[ Echoing ]" "Oh, I don't know." "I don't know what I want." "Come on, before they turn the lights out." "[ Sam ] There is one way round it." "I could always accept promotion to Information Retrieval." "Sam!" "[ Snarling ]" "[ Shouts ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Groans ]" " [ Rumbling, Crackling ]" " Oh, Christ." "[ Hissing, Pumping ]" "[ Rumbling, Gurgling ]" "What are you doing?" "What — My God!" "What's going on?" " Emergency procedures." " [ Dowser ] Emergency procedures!" " I haven't got an emergency!" " Yeah?" " [ Sam On Tape ] This is an emergency!" " [ Woman ] Have a nice day." "This has not been a recording." "Aah!" " Here." "Sign that." " [ Stammering ]" " What is it?" " A 27B/6." "What do you think it is?" "Where's he gone?" "Spoor, come here!" "Look!" "I got it!" "I found it!" "Spoor!" "Spoor!" "Come here, Spoor!" "It's a bypass valve on this — on the transformer." "[ Dowser Babbling, Indistinct ]" " Tuttle!" " [ Stammering ]" "Tuttle." "It's Tuttle." "You've had that scab Tuttle here, ain't ya?" "What are you talking about?" " Who fixed your ducts?" "Huh?" " Fixed your ducts, all right." "I told you before — they fixed themselves." "Oh, yeah?" "Then where did this come from, eh?" "Out of your nostril?" "Eh?" " [ Laughing ]" " Nostrils, eh?" "[ Laughing ]" "Central Services." "They don't take kindly to sabotage." " Sabotage, huh?" "[ Laughing ] - [ Spoor Continues Laughing ]" " Jesus, this place is in a terrible state." " [ Laughing Continues ]" "Just a minute!" "You're not gonna leave it like this, are you?" "Why not?" "All you gotta do is blow your nose and it's fixed, innit?" "That's right!" "[ Imitates Nose Blowing ]" "Well —" "Oh, my —" "Jesus!" "[ Shrieking, Snarling ]" "[ Shouting ]" "[ Mrs. Buttle ] What have you done with his body?" "[ Shrieking ]" " [ Groans ] - [ Shrieks ]" "[ Gasps ]" "[ Shouting ]" "[ Shouting Continues ]" "[ Groaning ]" "[ Shouting ]" "[ Shrieking ]" " [ Doorbell Rings ] - [ Whimpering, Gasping ]" "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "♪ ♪ [ Vocalizing ]" "♪ 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 ♪" "♪ Telegram ♪ ♪" "Um... thanks." " It's reply paid." " Is it?" "Oh." "Um — [ Clears Throat ]" "Two, three —" "♪ Mother, I'm sorry, but I'm unable to come to your party ♪" " You don't have to sing it." " I don't?" "No." "Oh." "Sorry." "Aren't you a bit late?" "I mean, the party started an hour ago." "Yeah." "It's the backlog." "Everybody complains." " Oh." " Was it all right otherwise?" "[ Thinking ] Mr. Helpmann, I'm keen to get into Information Retrieval." "Mr. Helpmann, I'm dying to get at this woman." "No, no — Ohh!" "Oh, God." " Hold up." " What?" "Who are you?" " Hey!" "What's going on?" " Where's your invitation?" "Don't shoot!" "Don't shoot!" "Mother!" "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." " [ Meter Gun Crackling ]" "Come on, darling." "Join in the fun." "Simply everybody's here." " Is Mr. Helpmann here?" " [ Meter Gun Squealing ]" " Would you stop shoving —" " Yes, he is." "Mr. Helpmann is here, and he wants to talk to you." "Good." "I want to talk to him." "He says that you're the first person ever to refuse a promotion." " Ah, well —" " He thinks you should see a doctor." " Actually, Mother, I've decided —" " Oh, Louis!" "Louis, you know Sam." "Can you believe it?" "It's just me and my little knife." " Snip, snip, slice, slice." " [ Woman ] It's marvelous." " Can you believe it?" " Congratulations." " But this is just the beginning." " Oh, really?" "Oh, Christ, yes." "You've seen her with her clothes off." "Faces are a doddle compared to tits and ass." " No hairline." " Oh, really, Louis!" "I've been looking for you everywhere, Ida." "[ Ida Chuckles ]" "Mother." "Mother, I have to talk to Mr. Helpmann." " Oh, you stupid sod." " Dear boy." "What do you think of your mother now?" "[ Man ] It'll never last." "Excuse me." "Dr. Chapman, did you say something?" "That technique — I've tried it." "Oh, nice effect, but highly unstable." "In six months she'll look like Grandma Moses." "Now, see here, Chapman, at least mine don't end up looking like they've been mugged." "Sam!" "Sam!" "[ Mrs. Buttle ] What have you done with his body?" "Sam!" "Sam?" " What on earth's happened to you?" " There was a little complication." "Dr. Chapman says it often happens with a delicate skin like mine." "Nothing to worry about." "He's promised me these bandages will be off in a jiffy." " Actually, there's someone I want to meet." " Oh, I know." "[ Whispers ] I know." "There we are." "I'm going to leave you two lovebirds in peace." "[ Exhales ] Hello, Shirley." " [ Gasps ] Oh, God." " Come on!" "Do you want a drink?" "[ Ida ] Oh." "Hello. [ Giggles ]" " [ Sighs ] - [ Ida ] Chase those years away!" "Listen, Shirley... your mother and my mother, they seem to have got the idea that —" "Look, I'm very flattered and, uh, well..." "I just don't want you to be under any false impressions." "It's all right." "I don't like you either." "[ Jack ] Sam!" "Jack. [ Chuckling ] Excuse me, Shirley." " [ Shirley Groans ]" " I'm s — I'm sorry." " Sam!" "You remember Alison?" " [ Woman ] Evening." "Alison." "Sam Lowry." "Old friend." "Alison, yes, of course." " You look different." " Well, I'm two years older." " And she's been to Dr. Jaffe." " Ah." "She doesn't like me telling people, but, in fact, she's really pleased." " I knew there was something different." " Remember how they used to stick out?" "What?" "Oh, yes." "Uh, well, rather." " Always used to wonder if they were real." " What, my ears?" "Sorry?" "Dr. Jaffe pinned her ears back." "[ Chuckling ] Yes, that's what I —" "Always used to wonder if she wore falsies." "Ah!" "Mr. Helpmann." "False ears — Mr. Helpmann!" " Hello, Jack." " You remember my wife, Alison?" "Yes, of course." "Barbara, isn't it?" " How are you?" " Well, actuall —" "Barbara's very well, thank you, sir." "Very well indeed." "How are you?" " Fine, thanks." " Good." "Hello, Sam." "Ida said you might be here." "Have you got a minute?" " Would you excuse us?" " Oh, no, of course." "Of course." "Come on, Alison — Barbara." "Sam." "I need your help." "[ Grunting ]" "[ Flushes ]" "[ Exhales ] Thanks very much, Sam." "Mr. Helpmann, I'm glad to be of help." " If I can help you —" " Ah, well, actually —" "Oh." "Your father and I were very close." "Of course, Jeremiah was senior to me, but we were close friends." "Especially after the bombing." "And I keep his name alive at the office every day." "It's as though he's there still speaking to me." ""'Ere I am." "J.H."" "The ghost in the machine." "I know he would have wanted me to help you." "And I promised your mother... that I'd take you on to the team at Information Retrieval." "But I gather that, um —" "Well, actually, Mr. Helpmann, I've, uh — I've changed my mind." "I've decided I'd accept the transfer... if I'm not too late." "Too late?" "That's for me to say." "Well — Well, then, I, uh —" "Welcome to Information Retrieval." "Uh, my name's Lowry." "Sam Lowry." "I've been told to report to Mr. Warrenn." "Thirtieth floor, sir." "You're expected." "Um, don't you want to search me?" "No, sir." " Want to see my I.D.?" " No need, sir." " But I could be anybody." " No, you couldn't, sir." "This is Information Retrieval." " [ Elevator Bell Dings ]" " The lift's arrived, sir." "[ Men Shouting, Clamoring ]" " [ Men Shouting, Clamoring ] - [ Man ] I want that order rescinded!" " Half as terrorists, the rest as victims." " [ Clamoring Continues ]" "Yes." "No." "Definitely no!" " My name's Lowry, Mr. Warrenn." "Sam Lowry." " Ah, Lowry!" " [ Shouting, Clamoring Continue ]" " Yes." "No." "Cancel that." "Okay." " Glad to have you aboard." "Yes." " These requisitions —" " Sir, I'd like to point this out —" " No!" "Don't be ridiculous, Jenkins." " About these invoices —" " Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "You'll like it up here." "Send that back." "We've got a crack team of — Are they kidding?" "Decision makers." "No, in triplicate." "I'm expecting big things — Two copies to Financial!" "No." "No." "Don't let Progress see those." "Between you and me, Lowry, this — No, no!" "department — Tell Records to get stuffed!" "is about to be upgraded and —" "Ah!" "Here we are." "Your very own number on your very own door." "And behind that door, your very own office." "Congratulations, DZ/01 5." "Welcome to the team." "Yes!" "No!" "Cancel that!" "Send two copies to Financial!" "[ Grunting ]" "[ Grunting Continues ]" "Well, you can't borrow any more chairs!" "There's only one left in here now, and I need that to sit on!" "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." "I say, look, would you mind if I borrowed your computer console?" " What?" " Yes, I'll let you have it back in 1 0 minutes." "You want to take my console into your office?" "Yes." "Just for a few minutes." "I-I'll tell you what." "You tell me what you want... and I'll do it for you." "I'm a bit of a whiz on that thing." "Um... all right." "Uh, 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 or a place of work." "This your dream girl, is it?" "What?" "Um —" "Look, let me use your console." "You must be joking." "[ Chuckles ] When there's a woman involved, there's no stopping me." "Let's have that sheet." "[ Blows ]" "Sod it!" "It's broken!" "You haven't switched it on." "Oh, yes." "Look, you're putting me off standing there." " Why don't you go back to your office and I'll give you a knock when I'm finished." " Um —" "Go on." "I'm not going to elope with her." "All right." "[ Beeping ]" "[ Beeping Continues ]" "Sam!" "Sam." "Don't go." "Please." "[ Knocking ]" "[ Knocking Continues ]" "Well?" "Computers are my forte." "Let me see." ""Jillian Layton." "Coloring: white." "Hair: blonde." "Eyes: blue." "Height: 5 foot 4." "Distinguishing marks:" "scar on left" —" "Is this all you've got?" "Best to take things slowly where some women are concerned." " Let me see." " [ Groans ]" " [ Beeping ]" " Hey!" "That's mine!" ""Layton." ""Truck driver." "All inquiries, reference office of 41 2/L, room 5001 ."" "Ah, Lowry, glad I caught you." "No!" "Send that back!" " Mr. Warrenn!" " Are you settling down?" "I want this order rescinded." "There's a query about a personnel transporter you took out from the pool." "Tell them no." "Tell them yes." "Or was it a personnel carrier you took out from Transportation?" "Send that up to Security." "Anyway, tidy it up, Lowry." "There's a good chap." "And get a new suit." " [ Elevator Bell Dings ]" " Don't you want the lift?" "[ Men Clamoring ]" "[ Elevator Bell Dings ]" "[ Static, Frequencies Tuning ]" "[ Buzzes ]" " [ Sam Clears Throat ] - [ Mouthing Words ]" " [ Headset:" "Man Screaming ]" " Can I help you?" "[ Whimpering, Gasping ] No!" "No!" "No!" "Please!" " [ Screaming, Pleading Continue ]" " I'm, uh — I'm looking for Officer 41 2/L." "He won't be very long now." " [ Alarm Ringing ]" " Hmm." "I thought so." "[ Buzzer Buzzes ]" "You may go in now." "Oh, uh, not that one." "That one." "Yes." "[ Whirring ]" "Excuse me." "Are you Officer 41 2/L?" " [ Whirring Continues ] - [ Groaning ]" "Excuse me!" "Jack." "Sam." " Ah!" "I heard you were coming aboard." " [ Whirring Stops ]" "Congratulations, "DZ/01 5."" "Thanks." "Are you Officer 41 2/L?" "Uh-huh." "That's me." "Oh, and, Sam, a very happy Christmas." " Thanks, Jack." " Are you settling in all right?" "Yes, fine." "Jack, I — I need some information." "Oh, Sam, this is Information Retrieval, not Information Dispersal." " [ Chuckles ]" " Hey!" "Amy!" "Don't throw the ball around in here." "I'm not Amy." "I'm Holly." "Did I call you Amy, darling?" "I'm sorry." " A triplet?" " One of them, I think." "Barbara's taken the other two Christmas shopping." "You're not going to keep calling her Barbara, are you?" "Why ever not?" "Barbara's a perfectly good name, isn't it?" "Don't you like it?" "Yes, it's... fine." "Come on." "Let's get these together." " Jack." " Now bring me the blue one over there." "I need to find out about a woman." "Come on, Chloe, let's show Uncle Sam here how we can make the word "cat." Shall we?" " I'm Holly." " Sorry, love." "So you are." " Cat." " This is her." "Layton." "Oh, shit." " How much do you know about this?" " Uh, not much." "What does B58/732 mean to you?" " Buttle." " I knew it." "You always were bloody quick, Sam." "Who else knows?" "Warrenn?" "Helpmann?" "I don't know." "I only know you got the wrong man." "[ Scoffs ] Information Transit got the wrong man." "I got the right man." "The wrong man was delivered to me as the right man." "I accepted him on good faith as the right man." "Was I wrong?" "You killed Buttle?" "Sam, there are very rigid parameters laid down to prevent such things happening." "It wasn't my fault that Buttle's heart condition didn't appear on Tuttle's file." "Come and look." "How you getting on?" " Jack." " A, B, C —" " I really need to know about —" " Tuttle?" "Well, we're gonna have to bring Mr. Tuttle in, aren't we?" "And interrogate him at the same voltage as Mr. Buttle." "And juggle the books in Electrical Banking." " What has Tuttle done?" " We suspect him of, uh, freelance subversion." "A freelance subversive." "Then all I need to wrap up the case is the Layton woman." "What has she done?" "Well, she witnessed the Tuttle — Um, the Buttle arrest." "Since then, she's been going around making wild allegations... obviously trying to exploit the situation." "She's working for someone, and I don't think it's us." " That's it." "Over there, love." " [ Whispers ] Terrorist?" "[ Buzzing ]" "[ Receptionist ] Mr. Lint, the next customer has been delivered." " Thank you, Myrtle." " What are you gonna do about the Layton woman?" "Well, I put her on the detention list." "Security should have her here before 6:00." "What, here?" "So that she can spill the beans inside the department?" " [ Toys Clattering ]" " Don't do that!" "Jack, why don't I try and get to her for you?" "I'll, um — I'll deactivate her." "What does that mean, Sam?" "I don't want to get involved in anything unsavory." "Trust me, Jack." " Come on, darling." "Put these away now." "Mummy'll be here soon." " Let me have her file." "[ Chuckles ] Look, trust me, Jack." "All right." "Come on here." "All right, but for Christ's sake, don't lose it." "All right." "You sit down there, Mary." "Sam." "Don't worry." "I'll get to her." "You'll never get anywhere in a suit like that." "Here." "Try this." " Bye-bye." " Bye!" "Uh, but, Jack, I —" "Put it on, big boy." "I won't look at your willy." "[ Rattling ]" " [ Elevator Bell Dings ] - [ Grunting ]" "[ Officer ] Oh, let him go." " [ Grunting ] - [ Dinging, Buzzing ]" " [ Guard ] Trier, isn't he?" " [ Dinging, Buzzing Continue ]" " [ Beeps ] - [ Jingling ]" "[ Buzzer Buzzes ]" " [ Beeping ] - [ Snapping, Crackling ]" "[ Buzzer Buzzes ]" "[ Loud Squeak ]" "[ Beeping ]" "[ Buzzer Buzzes ]" "Just — I've been to the department of —" "[ Beeping ]" " [ Buzzer Buzzes ] - [ Pulleys Squeak ]" "But you've stamped this form before." "Why won't you stamp it now?" "You just said yourself, miss — we've already stamped it." "No, no!" "Stop!" "Up!" "Up!" "Up!" "Up!" "Up!" "[ Beeping ]" "[ Grunting ] Oh, God." "Come on!" "Shit!" "Oi!" "Come out of there." " What?" " That's the deputy minister's lift." " I'm sorry." "I'm in a hurry." " Oi, come here." "Come here, sonny." "Let's see your I.D. card, eh?" "My I.D.?" "Oh, God." "This isn't my suit." "My name is Lowry." "Sam Lowry." "Look, really, can't this wait?" "No, sir." "I'm going to have to fill in a report on this." "Now, then, uh, what is the date today?" "It's the — Oh, God, it'll have to wait!" "Oi!" "Oi, you!" "Stop!" "Come back here!" "Stop!" "[ Whistle Blowing ]" "[ Shouting Orders ]" " [ Grunting ] - [ Siren Wailing ]" " [ Gunshot ] - [ Bullet Ricochets ]" "[ Guard Shouts ] Aim!" "[ Panting ]" "Stop!" "Don't —" " [ Gasps ] - [ Guard ] Up!" "[ Siren Continues ]" "[ Sam Whimpers ]" "[ Sam Chuckling ]" "Well done, men." "Quick thinking." " Excellent work." " [ Siren Fades ]" "Um — [ Clears Throat ] I'll take charge of her now." "Good." "Good man." "Um, okay." "Uh — It's a... classified matter... and, um, I'll, uh —" "I'll include your fine handling of the situation in my report." "Great." "Uh, merry Christmas, Dawson." "Come along with me, please." "Please?" "Okay." "Yes." "Well done, men." "Excellent." "Good turnout." "Nice." "Very good." "Thank you." "No, no, no." "This way, please." "Straight ahead." "This way." "This way." "[ Grunting ] This way." "[ Sam ] Just keep moving." " [ Woman ] Hey!" "Stop!" " What?" "Come back here!" "Pick up all these things!" " Come on!" "Pick them up!" " Geez — Oh —" " Disgraceful!" " [ Barking ]" " Can't you read English?" " Ow!" "Get your bloody —" "You illiterate foreign pig!" "You come over here on your own — ...and think you can mess up our streets!" " Oh, God." " [ Barking Continues ]" "Stop!" "That's it!" "Let's go!" "Vroom!" "Vroom!" " [ Gasps ] - [ Air Brakes Compressing ]" "What are you doing?" "For Christ's sake, keep moving!" " Get out of my cab." " What?" "Just drive!" "You touched me." "Nobody touches me." "What are you — Oh, God!" "Please!" "Please!" "Drive on!" "Drive on, will you!" "For — Oh, shit." "Move over." "I'll drive." " Don't touch that!" "Don't touch anything!" " [ Chuckling Nervously ]" "It's okay, Officer." "Thank you." "It's okay." "Got everything under control." "Thank you." "Oh, shit." "They're coming." "Listen, please drive." "Drive." "Trust me." "You are in terrible danger." "You are an embarrassment." "Please." "Please drive." "Trust me." "Trust me." "Drive, and I'll explain everything." "Please... get out of my cab." " I'm sorry." "I —" " Okay!" "Okay, you've asked for it!" "I'm Information Retrieval Officer D —" "[ Whimpers ] DZ/1 05!" "And I'm arresting you as a —" "Drive on, or I'll blast your fucking head off!" "Go!" "[ Engine Starts ]" "Look, I'm, uh — I'm sorry about that." "I mean, uh, touching you without permission." "But, um — Hello." "My name is Lowry." "Sam Lowry." "I — I'm — I've been, uh —" "You won't believe this, and I know it's going to sound incredible... but, um — but I've been dreaming about you." "[ Stammering ] No, not like that." "I mean, I love you." "[ Stammering ] In my dreams I love you." "And, uh — [ Chuckling ] I mean — Extraordinary, isn't it?" "Anyway, um... y-y-you —" "[ Laughing ]" "You don't believe me, do you?" "You, um —" "You probably think I-I-I-I'm bonkers, right?" "Mad." "Raving." "No!" "No, I think you're very attractive." "What?" "Yeah." "Yeah, sit back." "Let me have a look at you." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "Good-looking, sexy." "Just my type." "[ Chuckles ] I don't believe you." "Why not?" "Well, I-I — I just don't deserve such terrific luck." "Damn right." " [ Beeps ] - [ Air Hisses ]" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Muffled Shouting ]" "[ Screaming ]" "Help!" "[ Muffled Shouting ]" " [ Shouts ] - [ Thud ]" " I love — - [ Mouths Word ]" "[ Tires Screeching ]" "[ Thump ]" "[ Gasps ]" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Stammers ] You don't trust me, do you?" "[ Laughing ] Oh!" "Oh, my God." "We shouldn't have come here." "I got a job to do!" " But they'll be lying in wait." " Oh, Christ, you're paranoid." "You've got no sense of reality." "Wait, wait, wait!" "Wait!" "We should take the lorry and get away!" " Yeah?" "Where to?" " Anywhere, as fast as possible." " There isn't anywhere!" " Just far away!" "That's not far enough!" "But — Wait!" "Jill!" "[ Indistinct ]" "What's in the, uh, parcel?" " Christmas present." " Oh." "It's heavy." "Heavy Christmas present." " You don't trust me, open it." " No!" "No, no, it's, uh — it's fine." "I'd spoil the wrapping." "Anyway, if I want you to trust me, then it's only fair that I should trust you." "Right?" "[ Bell Ringing ]" "Doesn't it bother you, the sort of things you do at Information Retrieval?" "What?" "I suppose you'd rather have terrorists." " [ Ringing Continues ]" " Here's one now." "How many terrorists have you met, Sam?" "Actual terrorists?" " Actual terrorists?" " Yeah." "Well — It's only my first day." " Uh-oh." " A roadblock." "[ Ringing Continues ]" " What are we gonna do?" " Stay calm." "Don't slow down." "Don't slow down!" "Don't stop." "Please." "Please do as I say." "Go." "Go!" "Straight ahead!" "Go!" " Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "[ Shouting ]" " What are you doing, you stupid asshole?" "Whoo!" "We did it!" "We did it!" "We broke right through!" "We did it!" "Whee, whee, whee, whee!" "[ Siren Wailing ]" " Faster!" "Don't let them see you!" "Just go!" " Get off of me!" "Keep going!" "Keep going!" "Faster!" " Get your foot down on it!" "Move!" " Stay off of it!" "[ Sirens Wailing ]" " [ Sam Stammering ]" " No!" " [ Horn Honking ]" " Get off!" "[ Both Shouting, Gasping ]" " Shit!" " [ Sirens Continue ]" "Oh, no." "Faster!" "Faster!" "[ Sam Shouts ]" " What if we lose the house, yeah?" " Don't touch anything!" "[ Jill ] Don't touch it!" "[ Tires Screech ]" "We did it!" "We did it!" "We did it!" "We did it!" "[ Sam ] Oh, no." "♪ ♪ [ "Joy To The World" ]" "[ Santa Claus ] And what would you like for Christmas?" "[ Girl ] My own credit card." "Hmm." " Why have we come here?" " Go away!" " Look, why don't we go back to my flat." " Forget it." " You don't trust me?" " Trust you?" "Trust you?" "A man who hijacks my truck, loses me my job... has every security man in town looking for me?" " Of course I trust you." " I was only trying to help." " Yeah!" " Okay." "Okay." "You don't trust me, I don't trust you." " What's in that parcel?" " Oh, Jesus." "You saved it from the lorry." "It must be something very special." "I saved you from the lorry." "You're not something "very special."" " How can you — I'm gonna open it." " Don't touch that!" " [ Grunting, Shouting ] - [ Dog Barking ]" "Sam!" "It's me!" "And Shirley!" "Mrs. Terrain." "[ Groans ]" " That should hold it." " Sam?" "Hello, Shirley." " [ Chuckles ] - [ Stammers ]" "My God, what on earth's happened to you now?" "My complication had a little complication." "But Dr. Chapman says I'll soon be up... and bounding about like a young gazelle." "You buying a Christmas present for your mother?" "What?" "Oh, um, yes." "A little something." "Shirley and I come here "wegularlarly."" "We love romantic lingerie." " Really?" " [ Groans ]" " Sam, picture me in these." " [ Dog Whimpers ]" "[ Alma Giggles ]" "[ Screaming ]" " Oh, my God." " [ Alma ] Sam, where are you going?" " Sam!" "Sam!" " [ Screaming Continues ]" " [ People Groaning ] - [ Panting ]" "Jill?" "Jill!" "[ Woman Screams ]" "Oh, my God." "Are you all right?" "[ Coughs ]" "Well, you don't deserve to be!" "What a bloody stupid thing!" "How could you?" "Look at these people!" "My God!" "It was a bomb." "It was a bomb." "I should have opened it." "I sat there with it next — I —" "What a stupid thing." "There's your bomb, asshole!" "Bribes... for official monkeys like you." "Oh." "Go on." "Make yourself useful." "[ People Moaning, Groaning ]" " [ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" " Here." "[ Gasping ]" " [ Screaming ]" " Don't touch her!" "She's hurt!" " [ Male Voice Continues ]" " Damn it!" " Don't touch her!" " [ Jill ] No!" "Stop!" "Sam, no!" "Sam!" "Behind you!" " [ Sirens Wailing ] - [ Engine Running ]" " [ Sirens Wailing ] - [ Engine Running ]" "[ Exhales ]" "These helmets don't half make your scalp itch." "Oh, don't mention it." "And they make you sweat." "Half the time I can't ever see where I'm going." "There's a great Niagara of perspiration coming down." "Well, I'm lucky." "I got these thick eyebrows." "That keeps it up and channels it out to the ears." "Yeah." "Who's he?" "[ Officer ♪1 ] Oh, I don't know." "Somebody from Information Retrieval." "They're always hangin' around in Lingerie." "[ Sam ] Where is she?" "Huh?" "Jill, is that you?" "Uh — [ Clears Throat ] Excuse me, sir." "That is government property." "[ Whimpering ] Oh, Jill." "Jill!" "Answer me!" "I'm looking for a girl with blonde hair." "She's medium height, green eyes." "I don't know, sir." "They check all that at the depot." "Uh, we can't allow that, sir." "It's more than our job's worth." "Jill!" "Jill, you must be here!" "Jill!" "Look, sir, you can fill in an application form, sir, if you're a relative." "Now, do stop, sir." "Please." "[ Groans ] Jill?" "Jill?" "Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear." "[ Groans ]" "Sorry about that, sir." "Regulations." "[ Siren Wailing ]" "[ Warrenn ] This is a black eye for the department, Lowry." "I don't care how you behaved when you were at Records." "Information Retrieval is an executive branch." "We're proud of our reputation and we protect it." "Damn it, Lowry!" "That convoy of personnel carriers is still not accounted for!" "I thought I told you to deal with it." "And what the hell is this mess?" "An empty desk is an efficient desk." "Good God." "Queries from Security." "Searches from Central Banking about a check?" "Clarification notices from Accounting concerning unreturned receipts?" " Mr. Warrenn, I have to find out about —" " Get up!" "I don't know what's going on here, Lowry." "But don't think you can intimidate us with your friends and relatives in high places." " Now shape up!" " [ Men Clamoring ]" "Lime, I have to use your computer." "Sorry." "A bit busy at the moment." "You seem to have rather a lot to get on with yourself." " [ Grunting, Chuckling ]" " Shit." "Come off it, Jack." "Of course you can check to see if she's been arrested." "I'm sorry, Sam." "I'm afraid this case has become much more complicated since last we... talked." "But she's innocent, Jack." "She's done nothing wrong." "Tell that to the wives of the security men she blew up this afternoon." " [ Groans ]" " She's not alone in all this." "We've just had a report in that Tuttle has wrecked an entire flat... and sabotaged adjacent Central Services." "As a matter of fact, it looks like on your block." "I should keep my eyes open if I were you, Sam." "Bye." "But, Jack, you don't really think Tuttle and the girl are in league, do you?" "I do." "Everything's connected all along the line." "Cause and effect." "That's the beauty of it." "Our job is to trace the connections and, uh, reveal them." "This whole 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 —" "[ Laughing ]" "[ Lime Screaming ]" "[ Explosion ]" "Oh, my God." "[ Sam ] You." "It's you." "What's happening?" "What's happening?" "Your thermostat's gone, and then some." " And then some!" " [ Phone Buzzing ]" "What's happened to my flat?" "Hello?" "What?" "It's for you." " But as you don't live here anymore —" " What?" "Absolutely." "Do you know what this is?" "This is an H2206... authorizing the compulsory, temporary requisitioning of this flat... for our necessary repairs." " Repairs!" " What?" " No!" "You — [ Grunting ]" " Don't forget your receipt." " Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" " No, sir." "Don't forget your receipt." "I'm sorry, but I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork." "[ Dowser ] He's a stickler for paperwork, sir!" " [ Dowser Laughs ]" " Bastards!" "[ Man ] Shh." "Tuttle." " What are you doing?" " Shh." "[ Sam Groaning ]" "Phew-ee." "[ Gurgling ]" "[ Spoor, Dowser Muttering ]" "Oh, God." " Jesus Christ!" " The smell!" "Stop!" "Filling up with —" " [ Gurgling Continues ]" " Oh, God." "Oh, Jesus!" "[ Both Screaming ]" "Oh!" "[ Groans ]" "[ Laughs ] Shit!" "We're all in it together, kid." "[ Sam Laughing ]" "[ Sam ] Jill." "Jill!" "Jill." "Oh, God." "Are you all right?" "What happened to you after —" "Your face." "Are you hurt?" "Um, no, I-I'm fine." "It's — Well —" "I've been worried sick about you." "[ Clears Throat ]" " Who was that?" " That's a friend of mine." "He —" " [ Sirens Wailing ]" " Oh, God." "Holy shit." "We'd better get out of here quick." "Come on." "Quietly." "[ Sam ] Look out." "Here." "Take this." "Looks big." "Here." "Quick." "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 to anyone." "I won't be long." " Where are you going?" " I know a way to save you." " Trust me." "I can do it." " But you can't go without me." "[ Door Slams ]" "Excuse me, Dawson." "Could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office, please?" "I'm afraid I can't, sir." " [ Elevator Bell Dings ]" " You have to go through the proper channels." "And you can't tell me what the proper channels are because that's classified information." "I'm glad to see the ministry is continuing its tradition of recruiting the brightest and best, sir." "Thank you, Dawson." "[ Elevator Bell Dings ]" "[ Sam Groans ]" " [ Dawson ] Good night, Mr. Lime." " Good night, Dawson." "[ Men Singing ] ♪ The first Noel ♪" "♪ The angels did say ♪" "♪ Was to certain poor shepherds ♪" " ♪ In fields as they lay ♪ - ♪♪ [ Man Singing Out Of Turn ]" "♪ In fields where they ♪" "No, no, no, Arthur!" "You're flat on the "G."" "It's your breathing." "Now take a deep breath after "Noel."" "Ready?" "One, two, three." "♪ The first Noel ♪" "♪ The angels did say ♪♪" "[ Helpmann's Voice ] 'Ere I am, J.H." " The ghost in the machine." " [ Beeping ]" "E-R-E-I-A-M-J-H." "Mr. Helpmann." "Mr. Helpmann." "Mr. Helpmann?" "[ Typing ]" "Jill." "Jill?" "Jill?" "Who's there?" "[ No Audible Dialogue ]" "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?" "Hmm?" "Yee-hah!" "Yee-hah!" "[ Clears Throat ] Merry Christmas." "Uh —" "[ Jill Giggling ]" "[ Jill ] Something for an executive?" "[ Alarm Blaring ]" "[ Male Voice on Speaker, Distorted ]" "[ Sam Whimpering, Stammering ]" "Sh-She's dead." "This is just a friend of mine." " [ Stammering ] She's — - [ Male Voice Continues ]" " What are you —" " No!" " Oh, my God!" " No!" "Sam!" " [ Machine Gun Fire ] - [ Wheels Squeaking ]" "[ Uneven Breathing ]" ""N3/HK/608, you are charged with the following:" ""giving aid and comfort to the enemies of society;" ""attempting to conceal a fugitive from justice;" ""passing confidential documents to unauthorized personnel..." ""viz I.R. dossier Jillian Layton;" ""destroying government property viz an indeterminate number of personnel carriers;" ""taking possession under false pretenses of said personnel carriers;" ""forging the signature of the head of Records, third department;" ""intention to misdirect ministry funds to the form of a check to A. Buttle..." ""through unauthorized channels;" ""tampering Central Services supply ducts;" ""obstruction of forces, Law and Order, in the exercise of their duty;" ""bringing into disrepute the good name of the government..." ""and the standing within the community of the Department of Information Retrieval;" ""attempting to disrupt the Ministry of Information Retrieval's internal communicating system;" "wasting ministry time and paper."" " [ Sam Exhales ]" " Now, either you plead guilty... to, say, seven or eight of the charges... which is going to help keep costs down within your means... or you can borrow a sum, to be negotiated from us, at a very competitive rate." "We can offer you something, let's say 1 1 and a half percent over 30 years... but you will have to buy insurance to qualify for this scheme." "Or, if you prefer something more specific... say, against electrical charges over £70 —" "All you're requested to do at this stage is to sign this form." " [ Women Screaming ] - [ Echoing ] Think carefully before you decide." "Looking ahead in financial matters is always a wise course." " [ Men's Voices Overlapping ] - [ Women Screaming ]" "Sam, what are we going to do with you?" "Where is Jill?" "I've got to find her." "Please." "Please, you've got to get me out of here." "I understand, Sam." "I know exactly how you feel." "So I've brought you a bottle of barley water." "Oh, please help me." "I assure you, Sam, I'm doing everything within my power." "But the rules of the game are laid down." "We all have to play by them." "Even me." "[ Stammers ] It's all a mistake." "You've got to understand that." "Yes, well, from the department's point of view, you're certainly a bit of an own goal, but —" "I'm not a terrorist." "You must know that." "Please, please get me out of here." "Sam, information retrieval is expensive." "You're running up an enormous bill by not cooperating." "Please." "Please, Mr. Helpmann." "Help me find Jill." "Jill." "Yes." "Sam, I think I ought to tell you." "I'm afraid she's upped stumps and retired to the pavilion." "Thrown in the towel." "Dead?" "Yes." "It's all a bit confusing, but it seems she was killed... resisting arrest." "No." "It's all right." "I did that." "The odd thing is, it appears to have happened twice." "Bit of a disputed call, I'm afraid." "Twice?" "So, there you are." "All I can say is, don't fall at the last fence, the finishing post in sight." "See you in the paddock." "Do cooperate." "Think of your mother." "Good luck." "Keep your eye on the ball." "Gotta go." "Can't keep the orphans waiting." "[ Sleigh Bells Jingling ]" "[ Gasping, Shouting ]" "[ Gasps ]" "Don't fight it, son." "Confess quickly." "If you hold out too long, you could jeopardize your credit rating." "[ Gasping, Whimpering ]" "695/6." " [ Sam Trembling ]" " Thank you." "Jack?" "Jack." "Jack." "Jack!" "Shut up." "Jack." "Jack, I'm innocent." "Please." " Help me." " Bastard." "Jack." "Jack, this is all a mistake." "Please, Jack." "Take that mask off." "[ Feedback ]" "You stupid bastard." " Jack." " How could you do this to me?" "Jack, I'm frightened." "How do you think I feel, you shit?" " Jack —" " Shut up!" "[ Feedback ]" "This is a professional relationship." "Jack." "[ Trembling ] Jack, no, you can't." "[ Gasps ] No, Jack, please." "Jack, no!" "Don't!" "Please, Jack!" "No!" "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Gasping ]" "[ Groans ]" " You okay?" " Tuttle!" "Call me Harry." "[ Screams ]" "[ Elevator Bell Dings ]" "Let's go!" "[ Frequencies Tuning, Beeping ]" "Here." "Here." "[ Screams ]" "[ Sirens Wailing ]" "[ Shouting, Laughing ]" "[ Shouting Continues ]" "[ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" "Ah, Mr. Lowry." "So pleased you could make it." "Right this way." "It's a sad loss." "Your mother was with her at the end." "[ Minister ] The gift of eternal life." "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." "[ Clears Throat ] Madame Lowry." "[ Giggling ]" "Mother." "[ Ida's Voice ] Oh." "Sam." "Mother." "Mother!" "Stop calling me that." "Mother!" "Mother, please!" " Is this guy bothering you?" " Oh." "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." "Mother!" "Go away." "This is a very sacred moment." "[ Giggling ]" "[ Explosion ]" "[ Male Voice On Speaker, Distorted ]" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Screeching ]" "[ Grunting ]" "[ No Audible Dialogue ]" "He's got away from us, Jack." "Afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann." "He's gone." "Mmm." "Well —" "♪ ♪ [ Humming "Brazil" ]" "♪ ♪ [ Humming Grows Louder ]" "♪ ♪ [ Humming Continues ]" "[ Man ] ♪ Then ♪" "♪ Tomorrow was another day ♪" "♪ The morning found me miles away ♪" "♪ With still a million things to say ♪" "♪ Now ♪" "♪ As twilight gleams the sky above ♪" "♪ Recalling thrills of our love ♪" "♪ There's one thing I'm certain of ♪" "♪ Return ♪" "♪ I will ♪" "♪ To old ♪" "♪ Brazil ♪♪" " [ Revelers Shouting, Laughing ] - ♪♪ [ Samba ]" " ♪♪ [ Samba, Orchestra: "Brazil" ] - ♪♪ [ Chorus Vocalizing ]" "♪♪ [ Fades ]"