"I want to talk to you about ducts." "Do your ducts seem old-fashioned?" "Out-of-date?" "Central Services' 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." "...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 G.N.P." "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?" "Ah, 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." "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, everyone."" "You're giving me the runaround." "Ha ha ha!" "Hey, don't throw that." "That's only for long distance." "Sorry, boys." "We haven't got bacon." "Got no bacon." "Ha ha ha!" "Who's there?" "Who is that?" "Father Christmas can't come if we haven't got a chimney." "You'll see." "No!" "Under powers entrusted to me under section 47, paragraph 7 of Council Order 438476," "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." "Mmm!" "Mmm!" "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 OK?" "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!" "Mister" "Mr. Lowry, would you step in here, please?" "Uh..." "I say... has anybody seen Lowry?" "Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?" "Sam." "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 9 millimeter 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." "Allison'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 Allison 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." "Ahem..." "It's nothing." "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 is 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." "Mmm." "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." "Voila!" "Mr. Helpmann was close to your father." "He was 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." "You're not listening to me, Mother." "What the hell is this, lady?" "It's a present for my son." "Really!" "I hope you like it." "It's very exclusive." "What is it?" "Something for an executive." " Ahem." " Ah, 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 numero?" "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!" "Numero... huit!" "Braised veal in wine sauce." "Mmm!" "Mmm!" "It's too exciting." "I've left Dr. Jaffe for Dr. Chapman." "Numero deux... duck a l'orange." "Chapman?" "Excusez-moi." "The acid man?" "Really, Ida!" "Just because his techniques are revolutionary." "I don't call Dr. Jaffe "the knife man."" "Numero un... crevettes a la mayonnaise." "I'm sorry, Alma." "It's all right." "Steak... numero trois!" "Mesdames... monsieur... bon... appetit!" " Merci." " Merci." "Acid, on the other hand, can be used for such wonderful, subtle shading, such delicate nuances, like an etching." "And it is quicker." "If it wasn't for this complication- it could have happened to anybody" "I'd have had this dressing off yesterday." " Mm-hmm." " Shirley." "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 caesarean 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!" "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 hours." "This has not been a recording." "It's an emergency!" "I've got to have a heating engineer." "Thank you for calling Central Services..." "Aw, shit!" "Hello." "Hello." "Hello." "Hello." "Hello." "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." "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?" "Ha ha ha!" "Yes." "Ha ha ha!" "Machines don't fix themselves." "He's tampered with it." "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?" "A 27B-6?" "27B-6..." "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, uh..." "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, uh... you wouldn't by any chance..." "Would you?" "My good friends call me Harry." "Information Retrieval, huh?" "The big boys." "Ha ha ha!" "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." "OK." "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..." "There we go." "Buttle, Veronica, Mrs." "Veronica?" "What's the check number?" "271... 56789..." "O74328K." "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." "What's the address?" "Everything's in here." "What shall I do next?" "Pink and blue receipts." "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?" "Hmm?" "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?" "Uh..." "Mrs. Buttle?" "Uh... are you Mrs. Buttle?" "Uh..." "My name's Lowry." "Uh, Sam Lowry." "Um..." "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." "Not in my department." "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 I suppose we're all human." "Oh!" "What happened to the, um..." "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?" "Oh!" "Gosh." "Uh..." "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?" "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." "Um..." "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." "Come the time they want something from us, oh, yes." "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!" "What are you doing?" "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" "Uh..." "Thanks." "It's reply paid." "Is it?" "Oh." "Um... 2, 3..." "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 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!" "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." "Oh!" "I'm sorry." "Sam!" "You remember Allison?" "Evening." "Allison, Sam Lowry." "Old friend." "Allison." "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, Allison- 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." "My name's Lowry." "Sam Lowry." "I'm reporting to Mr. Warrenn." "30th floor, sir." "You're expected." "Don't you want to search me?" "No, sir." "Want to see my I.D.?" "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 7:00." "Half as terrorists, rest as victims." "Mr. Warrenn!" "Yes." "No." "My name's Sam Lowry." "Hello, Lowry." "Yes." "No." "Cancel that." "OK." "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." "I need information on a woman..." " A woman, eh?" "I see." "I know her age and so on, but I need a place of work." "This your dream girl, is it?" "Look, 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, it's broken!" " you haven't switched it on." "Go back to your office, and I'll knock when I've finished." "Go on." "I'm not going to elope with her." "All right." "Sam!" "Sam!" "Don't go." "Please." "Computers are my forte." " Let me see." ""Gillian Layton." "Hair, blonde." "Eyes, blue." "Height, five-foot-four." "Distinguishing scar on left..."" "Is this all?" " Best to take things slowly with some women." "Let me see." "Hey, that's mine!" ""Layton." "Truck driver." "All inquiries reference officer 412IL, Room 5001."" "Lowry, glad I caught you." "Send that back." "Settling down?" "Rescind that." "There's a query about a personnel transporter you took out." "Tell them no." "Tell them yes." "0r was it a personnel carrier?" "Send that up to Security." "Anyway, tidy it up, like a good chap." "Get a new suit. you want the lift?" "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for 0fficer 412IL." "He won't be very long now." "I thought so." "you may go in now." "Not that one." "That one." "Excuse me, are you officer 412IL?" "Excuse me?" "Jack!" " Sam." "I heard you were coming aboard." "Congratulations, DZl015." "Are you officer 412IL?" " That's me." "For Sam." "A very Happy Christmas." " Thanks." "you settling in all right?" " yes." "I need some information." "This is Information Retrieval, not Information Dispersal." "Amy, don't throw the ball around." "I'm not Amy, I'm Holly." " Did I call you Amy?" "Sorry." "A triplet?" " 0ne of them." "Barbara's taken the others shopping." "you're calling her Barbara?" "Why not?" "Barbara's a good name." "Don't you like it?" "yes, it's fine." "Come on, let's get these together." "I need to find out about a woman." "Chloe, show Uncle Sam how we make the word cat." "I'm Holy." " Sorry, love, so you are." "This is her." "Layton. 0h, shit." "How much do you know?" " Not much." "What does 858l732 mean to you?" " Buttle." "I knew it." "you always were bloody quick." "Who else knows?" "Warrenn?" "Mr. Helpmann?" "I don't know." "you got the wrong man." "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?" "There are very rigid parameters laid down to prevent such things." "But Buttle's heart condition wasn't on Tuttle's file." "Come on, love, how are you getting on?" "I need to know about..." "We'll bring Tuttle in and interrogate him at the same voltage as Buttle." "And juggle the books." "What has Tuttle done?" " We suspect him of free-lance subversion." "Free-lance subversive?" " I need Layton to wrap up the case." "What has she done?" " She witnessed the Tuttle, the Buttle arrest." "Since then she's been going around making wild allegations." "She's working for someone, and it isn't us." "Terrorist?" "The next customer has been delivered." "What will you do about Layton?" " She's on the detention list." "Security will have her here soon." "Here?" "So, that she can spill the beans inside the department?" "Don't do that!" "Jack, why don't I try and get to her for you?" "I'll deactivate her." " What does that mean?" "I don't want anything unsavory." " Trust me, Jack." "Let me have her file." "Trust me, Jack." "All right, but for Christ's sake, don't lose it." "Don't worry." "I'll get to her." " you'll get nowhere in that suit." "Try this." "Bye, bye." "Put it on, big boy." "I won't look at your willy." "Let him go." "Shit!" "Come out of there." " What?" "That's the Deputy Minister's lift." " Sorry, I'm in a hurry." "Come here, sonny." "Let's see your I.D. card." "My I.D. card?" "This isn't my suit." "Look, my name is Sam Lowry." "Can't this wait?" "No, sir." "I'm going to have to fill in a report on this." "Now, then, what is the date today?" " It'll have to wait!" "0i!" "you, stop!" "Stop!" "Well done, men." "Quick thinking." "Excellent work." "I'll take charge of her now." "It's a classified matter." "I'll include your fine handling of the situation in my report." "Merry Christmas, Dawson." "Come along with me." "Well done, men." "Excellent." "Good turn-out." "Just keep moving." "Hey, you!" "Come back." "Pick up all these things." "Come on." "you illiterate foreign pig!" "you come here from your filthy country and think you can mess up our streets." "Well done!" "Let's go!" "What are you doing?" "For Christ's sake, keep moving!" "Get out of my cab." " What?" "Just drive!" "you've touched me." "Nobody touches me." "Please, drive on!" "Drive on, will you?" "Shit." "I'll drive." "Don't touch that!" "Don't touch anything!" "It's okay, officer." "I've got everything under control." "0h, shit!" "Listen, please drive." "Trust me." "you're in terrible danger." "you're an embarrassment." "Drive." "Trust me." "Drive and I'll explain." " Please, get out of my cab." "0kay, you asked for it." "I'm Information Retrieval 0fficer" "DZl015 and I'm arresting you, so drive, or I'll blast your fucking head off!" "Go!" "Look, I'm sorry about that." "I mean, touching you without permission." "Hello, my name's Lowry." "Sam Lowry." "I've been... you won't believe this." "I know it will sound incredible." "I've been dreaming about you." "No, not like that." "I mean, I love you." "I mean, in my dreams, I love you and..." "Extraordinary, isn't it?" "you don't believe me." "you probably think I'm bonkers, right?" "Mad, raving." "No!" "No, I think you're very attractive." "What?" " yeah." "Sit Back." "Let me have a look at you." "yeah." "Good looking, sexy." "Just my type." "I don't believe you." " Why not?" "Well, 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've got a job to do." "But they'll be lying in wait!" "Christ, you're paranoid." "you got no sense of reality." "Wait!" "Wait!" "Let's take the lorry and get away!" "Get away at to?" " To anywhere." "As fast as possible." " There isn't anywhere." "Just far away." " It's not far enough." "Jill!" "What's in the parcel?" " Christmas present." "It's heavy." "Heavy Christmas present." "If you don't trust me, open it." " No, no, no." "It's fine." "I'd spoil the wrapping." "If I want you to trust me, then its only fair that I should trust you." "Doesn't it bother you, what you do at Information Retrieval?" "Suppose you'd rather have terrorists." "How many terrorists have you met, Sam?" "Actual terrorists." "Actual terrorists?" " yeah." "It's only my first day." "A roadblock." "What you gonna do?" " Stay calm." "Don't slow down!" "Don't stop!" "Please, do as I say." "Go straight ahead." "Go!" "What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?" "We did it!" "We broke right through them!" "We did it!" "Faster!" "Don't let them see you." "Just go!" "Keep going!" "Faster!" "Go faster!" "What if we lose the house?" " Don't touch anything!" "We did it!" "We did it!" "We did it!" "0h, no!" "What would you like for Christmas?" " My own credit card." "Why have we come here?" " Go away." "Why don't we go back to my flat?" " Forget it." "you don't trust me?" " Trust you?" "you hijack my truck, loses me my job, have security men looking for me." "I was only trying to help." " yeah." "0.K. you don't trust me, I don't trust you." "What's in that parcel?" "you saved it from the lorry." "It must be something very special." "I saved you from the lorry." "you're not something very special." "I'm opening it." " Don't touch that." "Sam!" "It's me and Shirley." "Mrs. Terrain!" "That should hold it." "What 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?" "yes, a little something." "Shirley and I come here regular-larly." "We love romantic lingerie." "Picture me in these." "Are you all right?" "you don't deserve to be!" "What a stupid thing!" "How could you?" "Look at these people!" "It was a bomb!" "I should've opened it." "I sat there with it next..." "There's your bomb, asshole!" "Bribes, for official monkeys like you." "Make yourself useful." "Don't touch her!" "She's hurt." "Don't touch her!" "Stop!" "Sam, no!" "These helmets make your scalp itch." "Don't mention it." "And they make you sweat." "Half the time I can never see where I'm going." "It's a great niagara of perspiration coming down." "I'm lucky." "I got these thick eyebrows." "That keeps it up and channels it out to the ears." "He's somebody from Information Retrieval." "They hang around in lingerie." "Where is she?" "Jill, is that you?" "Excuse me, sir." "That is government property." "Jill!" "Answer me!" "I'm looking for a girl with blonde hair." "Medium height, green eyes." "I don't know." "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 fill in an application form if you're a relative." "Now do stop, sir, please." "Sorry about that, sir." "Regulations." "This is a black eye for the department." "I don't care how you behaved when you were at Records." "We are an executive branch." "We're proud of our reputation and we protect it." "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." "Notices from Accounting about unreturned receipts!" "I have to find..." " Shut up!" "I don't know what's going on here, Lowry." "But you can't intimidate us, with your friends and relatives in high places!" "Now shape up!" "Lime, I have to use your computer." "Sorry, I'm a bit busy." "you seem to have a lot to do yourself." "Shit!" "Come off it, Jack." "you can see if she's been arrested." "This case has become much more complicated since last we talked." "But she's innocent." "She's done nothing wrong." "Tell that to the wives of the men she blew up today." "She's not alone in this." "We just got a report that Tuttle wrecked an entire flat." "It looks like in your block." "I'd keep my eyes open if I were you." "Bye." "you don't think Tuttle the girl are in league?" "I do." "Everything's connected." "Cause and effect, that's the beauty of it." "0ur job is to trace the connections and reveal them." "This Buttle-Tuttle confusion was planned from the inside." "She's innocent, Jack." "We've always been close." " yes, Jack." "Until this all blows over, just stay away from me." "0h, my God!" "It's you!" "It's you!" "What's happening?" "What's happening?" "your thermostat's gone, and then some." "What happened to my flat?" "Hello." "What?" "It's for you." "But you don't live here anymore." " What?" "Do you know what this is?" "It's an H2206 authorizing the compulsory temporary requisitioning of this flat, for repairs." "Don't forget your receipt!" "Sorry, but I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork." "Tuttle." "What are you doing?" "It's getting cold in here." "It smells badly." "It's shit!" "We're filling up with shit!" "Shit!" "We're all in it together, kid." "Jill!" "Jill!" "0h, God." "Are you all right?" "What happened to you after..." " your face." "Are you hurt?" "No, I'm fine." "I was worried sick about you." "Who was that?" " That's a friend of mine." "0h, God." "Shit." "We'd better get out of 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." "And don't answer the phone." "Where are you going?" " I know a way to save you." "Trust me." "I can do it." " you can't go without me!" "Dawson, could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office?" "I can't, sir. you have to go through the proper channels." "And the proper channels are classified information." "I see the Ministry's continuing its tradition of recruiting the brightest." "Thank you, Dawson." "Goodbye, Mr. Lime." " Goodbye, Dawson." "No, no, Arthur. you're flat on the G!" "It's your breathing." "Take a deep breath after "Noel"." "Ready?" "1, 2, 3." "Ere I am, J.H." "The ghost in the machine." "Mr. Helpmann?" "Jill!" "Who's there?" "What do you think?" "Is it me?" "you don't exist anymore." "I've killed you." "Jill Layton is dead." "Care for a little necrophilia?" "Merry Christmas." "Something for an executive?" "She's dead." "This is a friend of mine." "No, no!" "93IHKSl608, you are charged with the following:" "Aiding enemies of society." "Concealing a fugitive from justice," "Giving out classified documents to unauthorized personnel." "Destroying government property." "containing several personnel carriers." "Taking possession of said carriers, under false pretense." "Forging the Head of Records signature." "Misdirecting funds in the form of a check to A. Buttle." "Tampering with Central Services supply ducts." "0bstructing the forces of law and order and the exercise of their duty." "Disgracing the good name of the Government and the Department of Information." "Disrupting the Ministry's internal communicating system and wasting Ministry time and paper." "you can either plead guilty to 7 or 8 of the charges which will keep your costs down or borrow a sum from us at a very competitive rate." "We can offer you something at 11.5% over 30 years but you will have to buy insurance to qualify." "0r you may want something against electrical charges over 70 pounds." "All you have to do now is sign this form." "Think carefully." "It's always a wise course in financial matters." "Plead guilty." "It's cheaper." "Sam, what are we going to do with you?" "Where's Jill?" "I've got to find her." "Please, you've got to get me out of here." "I understand." "I know exactly how you feel, so I brought you a bottle of barley water." "Please help me." "I assure you, 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." "It's all a mistake." "you've got to understand that." "From the Department's point of view, there is an own goal." "I'm not a terrorist. you know that." "Please get me out of here!" "Information Retrieval is expensive." "you're running up an enormous bill by not cooperating." "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 a bit confusing but it seems she was killed resisting arrest." "No, it's all right." "I did that." "The odd thing is it happened twice." "A bit of a disputed call, I'm afraid." "All I can say is don't fall at the last fence." "The finish is in sight." "See you in the paddock." "Do cooperate." "Think of your mother." "Good luck, Keep your eye on the ball." "Got to go." "Can't keep the orphans waiting." "Don't fight it, son." "Confess." "Quickly!" "If you hold out too long, you can jeopardize your credit rating." "Jack?" "Shut up!" "Jack, I'm innocent." "Please help me." " Bastard!" "Jack, this is all a mistake." "Take that mask off." "you stupid bastard!" "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." "No, you can't!" "No, Jack, please, no." "No!" "you okay?" " Tuttle!" "Call me Harry." "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." "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." "Madame Lowry." "Mother!" "Mother, mother!" "Stop calling me that." "Mother!" "Mother, please!" "Is this guy bothering you?" "Mother!" "Go away." "This is very sacred moment." "He's got away from us, Jack." "I'm afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann." "He's gone." "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"