All language subtitles for Who.Dares.Wins.1982.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

One, two, three, four,
we don't want a nuclear war!

Five, six, seven, eight,
we don't want to radiate!

One, two, three, four,
we don't want a nuclear war!

Five, six, seven, eight,
we don't want to radiate!

What do we want...?

What do we want?

Get him over the other side
of the parade now.

Andrew, go over to the other side.
We need some more noise there.

Five, six, seven, eight,
we don't want to radiate!

One, two, three, four,
we don't want a nuclear war!

One, two, three, four,
we don't want a nuclear war!

Five, six, seven, eight,
we don't want to radiate!

One, two, three, four,
we don't want a nuclear war!

Five, six, seven, eight,
we don't want to radiate!

They're bold bastards, aren't they?
A parade, police everywhere

and with a damn crossbow...

And here we are...
High officials, special branch,

the yard's c13, mi5
and the sas...

They've murdered Andrew wilcox

and we haven't the slightest idea
what's going on.

We know it is to be
tremendously destructive,

we know it's due soon
and wilcox was convinced

that it is to be directed
against a foreign power.

Fine, domestic issues out.
I can name 20 foreign embassies

that the people's lobby
might want to blow up tomorrow.

We can name 50 other possibilities.
What about the missile sites?

"No nukes on UK soil".
That's their war cry.

They call it a peace cry.

We must remember that the vast
majority of the people's lobby

- are sincere pacifists. — true.

We are dealing
with the hardcore revolutionaries

who are using the peace movement
as a cover.

Marvellous strategy,
though, isn't it?

Known terrorists
hiding right out in the open,

behind ordinary decent people
committed to peace.

Anyway, let's get back to the point.

Where are they going to do it?
When?

- And how are we going to find out?
- — I have a small suggestion.

Hello Steve. What's this then?
Rest cure?

- They're going to need it after this.
- — come on, then.

- Hey, Neil. — got a jam.

- Get it cleared, then. — Neil?

- Where's colonel Hadley?
- — I think he's at the killing house.

- Thanks. — all right.

It looks like
there is no saluting in the camp.

Right, but if you wave to them,
they'll wave back at you.

- Hold it there, Steve.
- — 'Ready to go...'

'R eady, m ' ' _ go! Ajor.

All right, Steve.

There's the boss.

- Gentlemen, colonel Hadley.
- — captain hagen, sir. Us rangers.

- Captain freund, gsg9.
- — come with me.

Ten seconds to go, captain skellen.

- Dennis. — sir.

You're still framing the doonnay.
Terry, keep your head up on target.

- Thank god, it's Friday.
- — That you can say again.

Captain skellen,
I'd like you to meet

- captain hagen, us army rangers.
— captain freund from west Germany,

- gsg9. — pleased to meet you.

Joining us for three months
to be trained in our techniques.

You'll be in captain skellen's group.
You're not here on holidays, gentlemen.

Your training starts tomorrow
with a trip to wales.

Beautiful countryside.

Morning, gentlemen. This exercise will
take the form of a cross—country pursuit

terminating at the top of that.

Captain hagen, captain freund
are the hares.

Captain skellen and his team
will be the hounds.

You two gentlemen
will have a one hour head start.

At 13:00, the chopper will be at the
top of the mountain to take you all off.

Those who aren't there
will have an even longer walk back.

Remember, Peter,
a full one hour head start.

All right, gentlemen, off you go.
And good luck.

Better get going.

- There they are.
- — I'll be a son of a gun...

I'd have bet a year's pay
we had you guys beat.

Congratulations.

- Hey, what is this?
- — stand still.

- What are you doing?
- — you son of a bitch!

Shut your mouth.
Are you out of your fucking mind?

Right. Hood 'em up.
Come on, move it!

Right, kneel down... right.

I'm going to ask one question only.
Are you two alone?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

That's not the answer.
I said are you alone?

Why don't you try to find out,
you asshole?

Thank you, I will.

Ok, Fritz.
Are you going to talk to me? Eh?

As the English say,
"go and fuck yourself."

Oh, do they?

I want an answer in two minutes.

If you're not going to speak,
you're going to have to choke.

In this outfit, we're allowed a certain
mortality rate on field exercises

and I'm well within my quota.

So you'd better start thinking.
You've got 30 seconds.

Hello, Fritz.

Are you crazy?

'There they are, sir.
Just down there.'

all right, John. One more time around.

Right, wake up!

You're going
to sleep on me, are you?

Come on, no one's talking.

There were two guys killed last week.

I don't think anyone's going
to miss you, are they?

What's going on here,
captain skellen?

- Interrogation, sir.
- — cut them loose!

Now!

'Captain skellen.' — sir.

When the sas is called upon
to do what we're trained to do,

we have been likened
to a surgeon cutting out a cancer.

It's a filthy and difficult job.

We don't like doing it, but it's our duty.

Now you are beginning
to enjoy it too much.

I could have you court-martialled for
torturing two of your men, but I won't.

I don't give a damn about you
but I do care about the regiment.

- I'm having you returned to your unit.
- — I'd rather be court—martialled, sir!

What you'd rather
is completely beside the point.

I won't be returned to unit
after six years. I'm sas or nothing.

Then I'm afraid you're nothing.

I intend to resign my commission, sir.

That is your privilege,
captain skellen.

- Now get out of my sight.
- — sir.

You've stopped at the right stall, sir.

All genuine antiques at unusual prices.

- Unusually high or unusually low?
- — now that's unkind, sir.

Honest to god, I lose money
on every sale, that's a fact.

You're now going to tell me
that this is early 19th century

and was once a gift
from queen Victoria herself

to lady somebody-or-other.

You must be an expert, sir.

Colonel Hadley promised me
you were a darling actor, Peter.

I still feel for those two poor bastards.

He got the chopper in just in time.

How much do you want
for this rubbish?

Now don't be taking
the Mickey, son.

Honest to god, I'd just about break even
if I let you take it for a pitiful £60.

- Speed is very important to us.
- — understood.

Just two people seem to be running
the people's lobby.

A woman, Frankie Leith,
and a fellow, rod Walker.

Whereas, who's behind them
is anybody's guess.

- Frankie Leith, rod Walker.
- — right.

They hang out at the black horse club
in marlborough road.

They're planning something.
We have to know what it is.

Now look at that glorious creation, sir.

The glitter of it! And the history!

Study it well!

Very nice.

There's £1,000 in the envelope.

You know the numbers
where you can reach me.

If we decide we need a code name,
let's call it "destroy".

"Destroy". Why not?

- Straight ahead. — thanks.

- Good morning. — morning, sir.

Can I see your passport, please?

And what is the purpose of your visit
to the United Kingdom, mr malek.

Pleasure first,
and some business meetings.

- Do you have anything to declare?
- — no, just a lot of money to spend.

How long do you plan to stay?

Ten days, perhaps.
Possibly a bit longer.

I've given you a month.
Enjoy your stay.

Thank you, I will.

- About time, too.
- — hello, my beauty.

Your favourite man.
Come on, up you come.

Now then,
who do I have to kiss first today?

Me, I'm the eldest.

Ah, only just. Sorry I'm late.

- Anything I can do to help?
- — no. Go and sit down.

Put her in the high chair.

- You're starving, aren't you?
- — she's eaten already!

There you go. Here you are, Sam.
Tear that apart.

- What's this? — it's for you.

She's not Sam.
She's Samantha, remember?

Is she? You don't like being called
Samantha, do you?

There you are. She likes that name.
You sure she's not a fella?

You just said it louder.

- What do you think?
- — Peter! How much did this cost?

Ah, a fortune, never mind.

That means I won't be able
to take any leave for a while.

You only live once, don't you?
Here, let me give you a hand.

Are we celebrating that?

Now then, madam,
what have we got for you?

Can't wait to get
your fingers on this, can you?

Here she comes. Ta-da!

That's Geraldine.
Say hello. Ah, she likes it! Look!

Going for walkies.

- What's that?
- — you've had it before. It's minestrone.

- It looks like army rations... bread.
- — here you are. There you go.

Thank you.

Peter, whatever it is,
when does it start?

Tomorrow morning.

I'm going to be away for a while, Jenny.

Any calls, I'm overseas, ok?
Say yes.

Now, don't look at me like that,
it's not serious, I promise.

- Morning. — morning, sir.

£600,000, mr malek.

- And no pence. — correct.

To be distributed as usual
to these worthy charities.

The international group
for workers control.

Radical action for peace.

The marxist institute etc., etc.

- Right, it shall be done at once.
- — excellent.

Oh, mr malek, my wife and I
would like to invite you

to dinner and theatre
one night next week.

That's very kind of you.

Unfortunately, I have to leave
for Boston on Sunday.

There are some equally
deserving causes over there.

Maybe when I get back.

Mr malek, this list only adds up
to £500,000. What about the rest?

Please transfer the other 100,000
to the account of the people's lobby,

a new institution
my principles wish to assist.

Here are the details
of their bank and account number.

Now we've gone
over the 9mm ingram submachine gun

carefully enough for you
to be completely familiar with it.

You recall it's American made,
it takes a magazine of 32 rounds.

It can fire 1,000 rounds a minute,

with an effective target range
of 100 metres.

It is one hell of a murderous weapon.

First four to the table.
Pick up your weapons.

Inject magazines.

Cock guns...
What's the matter with you, Kevin?

We've done that
a thousand times. Now do it!

Right, put on earphones.

Ready? Now remember, short bursts.
Ready? Commence firing.

(Performers on stage whistling
♪ yankee doodle came to town ♪

- Hello Frankie.
- — hi, sorry that chair is taken.

Yeah, Peter skellen.

No, no. This is my table.

Oh, is it? Two large vodkas
and tonic please. Thank you.

- Are you a policeman? — oh no.

- What do you think I am?
- — I think you're a jerk.

I saw your poster. It's very exotic.

So, how do I compare in the flesh?

I wonder...

How did you find this place?

I just saw a queue of radical,
chic fun lovers and just followed it in.

- And you're a radical?
- — no, I'm chic and fun loving.

No, actually these places
have begun to interest me lately.

- Why's that?
- — oh, a long story.

Well, you've got nothing better
to do obviously,

- so why don't you tell me all about it?
— In private, maybe.

So what do you think of the show?

I thought it was
a load of anti—american crap.

That's quite a penetrating analysis.

The dancing was good,
but you made a sensational rocket!

Are you always such
an intellectual conversationalist?

No. I've been dying to meet you.

So has half the world.
What's your excuse?

I'd like to take you to bed.

Have you got a car?

Yeah.

Then why don't you drive me
back to your apartment

and I'll tell you all about me.

Why would I want to know
anything about you at all?

Why are you still talking to me?

You're a confident bastard, aren't you?

I'm not an easy lay, you know.

Don't worry, I won't hurt you.

Who the hell is that?

What I should be saying
to you now is piss off!

- I'm glad you didn't.
- — I still may.

- The option is always open.
- — Frankie, where are you going?

- Oh, why?
- — no particular reason.

- Peter skellen, rod Walker.
- — hello rod. Goodnight.

See you in the morning.

Well, you didn't get
all this decadent luxury

from cavorting around
in your underwear, did you?

- Do you Rob banks?
- — not that it's any of your business.

But...

But once upon a time,
I had a very rich daddy

who divorced mummy
then died and left it all to me.

- Oh, I am sorry. — don't be.

He was a bastard, like you.

Well, I'm happy for you.

All this wealth
and beholden to no—one for it.

Now that is what I call a bed.

The floor has
its own peculiar charm, too.

'What are you thinking?'

'I'm thinking...

'That you make love like a man
who's just got out of prison.'

was I that frantic?

Oh, no, no.
You were absolutely inspiring.

No, you're very good at it.

Thank you.

Ok, tell me about yourself.
Are you married?

Yes...

And separated.
In the process of getting a divorce.

- What kind of work do you do?
- — I don't.

- What do you mean?
- — I'm out of work.

Well, what kind of work did you do?

Whilst being an officer
and a gentleman, I killed people.

I was a captain in the sas.

The sas?

Oh... I'm impressed.

Don't be. I wasn't.

So you were in the sas.
What do you mean? What happened?

- I was kicked out. — why?

Political problem.

- What kind of political problem?
- — It's a long story, Frankie.

You were going to tell me
about yourself.

Yes, but that's rather personal
and it gets me a little bitter.

And it's not that kind of evening, is it?

So... what were you doing
down at the club?

Or what would you call it -
radical hangout?

I wouldn't exactly call that radical,
flitting about in tights on a stage.

What were you, the dove of peace,
destroyed by capitalism?

- I was a missile.
- — oh, the rocket...

Yes, I'm afraid
that was 50 years ago.

Oh, is that right?
Well, I think if you had a look around

you'd find it's pretty much
what's happening today.

I'm fully aware
of what's happening today.

But what will you fight it with?
Your people's lobby?

They're a bunch
of powerless middle class families.

Wandering down a street
with their little banners,

ministers and mothers
wheeling babies in prams.

It's a bloody Sunday outing.

You couldn't knock down a paper wall,
let alone a society.

So you don't think public opinion
can influence politics?

- I don't.
- — It might surprise you to know

that those middle-class families
are desperate to survive.

And I am desperate to survive
and to see those babies grow up.

I don't relish the thought of armies
sweeping up radioactive ashes...

It may surprise you to find out
that I am desperate to survive.

I have a 12 month old baby that
I don't relish seeing in a pile of ashes.

I know more about nuclear devastation
than you ever will.

So what are the sas
going to do about it?

The sas will do
what the politicians tell them to do.

They're the people you've got to hit.

The people at the top
with their finger on the button.

- So what are you going to do?
- — I'm going to try that bed.

My knees are killing me.

- Hi. — hello. How are you?

- Nice to see you. Are you well?
- — yes.

- Good. Have a good day.
- — we will.

Good morning.

Frankie, this came
for you this morning.

- How are you? — fine, thanks.

What do you think
of the new boyfriend, ray?

I never noticed. You know what's
she's like. It's none of my business.

- What the hell is he doing here?
- — following me.

- Sorry, am I in the way? — no.

I'd like a private word
with you, and now.

I'll just be a second. Take a look
around, make yourself comfortable.

- You don't know a thing about him.
- — I know enough.

I'm not speaking
about our personal relationship.

Glad we got that straight.

We're close to pulling off the biggest
coup this country has ever seen.

We're the only ones here
who know what we're going to do

and you walk in
with a complete stranger!

Have you still got
your contact at whitehall?

- Yes, why?
- — I need something checked out.

All right, who is he?

He's ex sas.

- What? — listen to me.

They've thrown him out for some political
conflict. I think he's on our side.

And you know this because
you spent one night in bed with him.

Would you listen to me for a minute?

It's likely we're
going to be confronted with the sas.

No-one knows how they operate.
We've got one of them here.

He probably knows
every technique they own.

Don't you think
that might be helpful to us?

You believe him? How do you know
he's still not sas — undercover?

You're going to check your contact
and find out.

- Frankie, I don't want him around.
- — well, I do!

If he wants to stay.
Check him out. Understood?

Peter?

Close the door.

- Nice guy. — sit down.

I'd like you to do
something for me.

It's a bit early, isn't it?

Fire away.

I want you to join us.

The people's lobby?

- Not my style.
- — might be interesting.

Look, separated or not,
I've got a wife and kid to support.

That takes a real job.

We could pay you.

Ok, what do you want me to do?

A bit of everything.

And how much
are you going to pay me?

£500 a week?

£500 a week, for a man who doesn't
know anything about what you do?

I expect we'll need your expertise.

- Is it a deal?
- — of course it's a deal. I'm not crazy.

Great.

Oh, there's one other thing.

I could... make life
a bit easier for you.

You could move in with me
if that interests you.

- I've got a problem. — what?

The mice in my flat.

What about the mice in your flat?

They'll miss me. I'm serious.

Bring them along, then.

Want some coffee?
I'll make some more.

Two sugars.

'Ministry of defence.'
— Mary tinker, please.

'Thank you. One moment, please.'

Reference section,
miss tinker speaking.

Hello, Mary. It's rod.

'Sorry to be so abrupt
but can we meet at the usual place?

'One o' clock?'

- I have made plans for today.
— we... need some help.

I don't know. I...

It's very important, Mary.
Look, I wouldn't ask you if it weren't.

Yes, I know...

All right, I'll be there.

So far, so good. He's moving fast.

Yes, he seems
to be enjoying himself.

Says the job has some perks.

- Just one other thing, sir.
- — wait, hold on a minute.

Again.

He did manage to get a quick look
at a bank notice.

Apparently, the banque generale
recently forwarded £100,000

- to the people's lobby account.
— £100,000?

Keep in touch.

He took a boat to greenwich
from westminster pier.

- Now why would he do that?
- — I don't know.

He went straight upstairs, stood next
to a man and they started talking.

- Did it look pre-arranged?
- — how should I know?

It could have just been
two blokes chatting.

Greenwich...
Only tourists go to greenwich.

Gentlemen, I should watch this
very carefully 'cause you're next.

- Well, did you get that?
- — yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.
- — good. On your bikes.

At least they've got an ambulance.

I hope they've got
a hospital to go with it.

- Who's up, Andy?
- — hagen and freund.

- Well, that was no sweat.
- — yeah, that was not bad.

You didn't check that other carriage.

You bastard.

Live bastards, dead soldiers!

Yes, sir.

- Learning anything?
- — oh yes, sir.

- A lot, sir. — good.

I just came across a piece of
information which might interest you.

By chance, I found out where mr Peter
skellen happens to be living in London

- in case you wanted to say hello.
— we would, sir. Very much.

I thought you might.
Give him my regards.

- We will, sir.
- — thank you, sir.

- Yeah? — rod?

I've got that information
you asked for.

Just hold on a second.
Get Frankie, quick.

- 'Shan't be a second.' — ok.

'All right, Mary. Go ahead.'

Peter skellen
was chucked out of the sas.

He resigned his commission.
He's now a civilian...

- The minister wants you right away.
- — all right, thank you.

I've got to go, rod.

All right, Mary. Thanks very much.

Well, you look disappointed.

- I still don't trust him.
- — why?

- I don't know why.
- — I do. It's not a question of trust.

- You just don't like him.
- — that too.

If you get bored
with this peace business

you ought to take up
grand prix racing.

For me, peace is not a business.
You'd better remember that.

Hi there!

Peter... stop it!

Stop it, leave him alone.
Bastards! Leave him alone.

If you get up again,
I'll fucking kill you.

You bastards.

Come on, you son of a bitch.
Get up!

How does it feel?

- Well... that evens things up.
- — you can get up now, sweetheart.

'A wage and productivity agreement

'is to be reached today.

'The foreign secretary
was at London airport yesterday

'to receive a delegation
of American statesmen

'on the first leg of their tour to inspect
present and future missile sites

'here and in Europe.

'The distinguished group includes
Arthur currie, the secretary of state,

'general ira Potter, the head
of the us strategic air command,

'several senators and congressmen
and a number of high level aides.'

there's a lovely target for you.

A whole pride
of American statesmen.

Just one well placed bomb.

Wouldn't waste it on 'em.

'As well as the official welcome,

'there's been an unofficial welcome
by supporters of the people's lobby

'to protest against
the arrival of the Americans

'and the purpose of their visit.'

Look at that. That's great!

Great.

Terrific. That's what
I call good coverage.

That's all I need,
to wake up to a demonstration.

Better than a bugle.

- How are you feeling?
- — I don't know.

- How do I look? — fine, yes.

- Stay away from mirrors.
- — thank you.

I've got to go. I'm a bit late.
Stay here and rest.

Ah, what more could a man ask?

- No, no...
- — I just want to kiss you goodbye.

Hey, you smell lovely.

- Do I? — yeah.

Not bad for a revolutionary.

Jesus! You look like you've been
trampled by a herd of elephants.

- Thanks, Andy.
- — If it's any consolation,

hagen and freund aren't exactly
beauty contest winners either.

- Hagen has a broken nose.
- — happy to hear it.

- Anything new? — no.

The girl was with me.
She got stuck into the fight like a pro.

That's beautiful.
Just what the colonel wanted.

He had you set up
to strengthen your credibility with her.

He sends his apologies
and hopes you'll understand.

Bullshit!

Boss, it's for you.

- Hadley. — Ryan here, sir.

- Got anything?
- — 'nothing of interest.'

- what are you calling me for?
— just reporting in.

Oh, there was one thing.

He'd like to thank you
for a gorgeous kick in the bollocks.

He's welcome.

That was bloody rubbish!
Do that again!

♪ Somethin's burnin'

♪ 'cause you only did your best

♪ but how much time is left
is anybody's guess

♪ one thing's certain

♪ when nothin's left...

♪ You came right on time

♪ doin' fine

♪ it's only life after all

♪ so burn it up and have a ball

♪ makes me wonder

♪ I would go so far
just to throw it all away

♪ all this is clear
if you take the time to listen... ♪

- They're a great band, aren't they?
- — what?

I said they're a great band.

Can't hear you
because this great band is playing.

What?

There are so many people here,
it's fantastic.

It's free, you see. They'll sit
through a few speeches for that.

♪ It's only life after all

♪ so bang it up and have a ball

♪ you know you came right on time

♪ doin' fine

♪ it's only life after all

♪ so burn it up and have a ball

♪ you know you came right on time

♪ you came right on time

♪ you came right on time ♪

Friends, comrades, would you
please give a warm welcome:

The very reverend Horace w crick,

the bishop of Camden!

Thank you, thank you!

Thank you.

The truth is, there are times

when I would rather listen
to metamorphosis than to myself.

- So would we, mate.
- — then, dear friend,

we are in complete agreement.

But, the doomsday clock
is ticking away.

And the time has come for
all christians to declare themselves.

Jesus Christ was a militant radical.

And were he here physically today,

he would be standing
at the forefront of our ranks,

eyes blazing with anger
at the destructive horrors

that humankind
has heaped upon itself.

And do you know
what they would call him?

They would call him a subversive.

Jesus Christ our lord

would be termed a subversive.

Perhaps even a terrorist.

- Shut up, you commie bastard!
- — not true!

I have neither of those qualities...

And they would try to crucify him.

- Bollocks!
- — but they would fail.

For there is a new force
alive in the world today.

You, shut up!
Sit down, give him a chance.

We must say
to our lords and masters, "no more.

"No armaments, no missiles,
no bases, no death and destruction..."

Time is running out

and the people
are beginning to say, "enough!"

Shut up and get on with the music, eh?

We bring a simple message of peace.

Please, please,
peace must begin here.

You are destroying
your brothers and sisters.

Stop this carnage! I beg of you.

You make
a mockery of our reverence...

You degrade yourselves.

In the name of humanity... stop!

Come on.

In the eyes of our
lord Jesus Christ, this is madness.

All people should long for peace.

All of you should long for peace!

Yet you make war against each other.

Stop this, I beg of you!

Come on, sir,
you're going to get hurt.

Beautifully staged.

I can see tomorrow's headlines:
"Skinheads attack peace group".

Perfect.

Up we go! There's a good girl.

Would that be a good idea?

I'm not here, Jenny.

Oh god, Peter.
What happened to you?

I was mugged, believe it or not.

I'm ok, just temporarily ugly.

I can't stay,
I just wanted to see you both.

- How is she?
- — wonderful, like her dad.

I'd best be going.

When will I see you?

Soon... don't worry,
everything's going to be all right.

- Take care now. — you too.

Jenny“.

- I love you, Jenny.
- — and I love you.

- Who is she?
- — his wife and child.

- No-one gave you instructions.
- — I told Mac and Helga to follow him.

We do not operate
independently from each other.

- Whatever you think my motives are...
- — I know what they are.

You don't. He's met the same man
twice in unusual places.

On the boat to greenwich
and on the south bank.

They make it look very casual.
But it's not.

I'm sure the man's a contact.

The police, sas, mi5, I don't know.

He's informing on us
and I want him out.

And I want him in. Don't worry.
I'll make sure he behaves himself.

He could destroy everything
we've been working for.

If it begins to look like that,
I'll destroy him. Now leave me alone.

- Hi. Peace, sister — hi.

- Hey, what's wrong?
- — nothing's wrong.

- Come on, what is it?
- — nothing's wrong.

- What's wrong with you?
- — I'm fine. No problem.

Fine...

Look do you mind sleeping
on the couch tonight?

I don't sleep well when
we're together

and... I've got
a very busy day tomorrow.

Sorry, I'm in a bad mood.

- Are you getting on?
- — no, it's all right.

- You lost him? — yeah.

- So? — it's today.

- What is it? — I don't know.

- What time? — I've no idea.

I can't get a thing out of her.

Well, that's beautiful.
That's really beautiful.

Well, for Jesus' sake, if you do
find out anything at all, ring me.

That's the number.

I'll be there all day and all night.

Fares, please. Any more fares.

Any more fares, please.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Hydrogen cyanide gas? Unfortunate.

Most. Your man skellen wasn't
exceptionally cautious, was he?

Well, what's done is done.

The dangerous thing is
our pipeline's cut.

And we still don't know
what's going to happen or when.

Skellen will make contact direct.

I wouldn't have thought that
he even knows his contact is dead.

I wouldn't either.
Skellen might even be dead.

- That's possible, isn't it?
- — we should put a watch on his house.

Hey, you get rid of those earrings.

Two inches.

- How you doing? — almost ready.

- Rod? — yeah.

- We're almost ready.
- — ok, give me a minute.

Get them dressed and ready
by the time we come back.

- Hurry up, will you?
- — Frankie? Frankie?

- Shall we? — ok.

Rod and I are going.
Nobody leaves this barn.

- Where are you going?
- — we'll explain when we get back.

- Helga!
- — Frankie?

- Ok, where is she?
- — waiting. We'll take you to her.

Will you guys
give me the horn back? Come on!

What are you gonna sing tonight?

Oh, Jesus. Are you all right, ma'am?

- Get in the bus! Move!
- — what are you doing? What's this?

- Move it! — we're under attack!

- What is this? — move! Move!

- Quiet! — stay down!

And no noise.

- Shut up and keep still.
- — what the hell's going on here?

You'll find out in tomorrow's papers
if you keep your mouth shut.

You're driving too fast.
Slow down, will you?

- Shit! Watch out!
- — get the gun!

Drop it!

Jesus!

- No, no! — Jesus! Jesus!

No! No, no, stop! Please!

If anyone moves again,
we're gonna kill the lot of you.

There's no turning back now.

All right, out! Let's move!

- Out! — come on, move it!

I want this bus cleaned up.

Come on.

Move!

- Move!
- — get those bodies over there! Move!

- Come on, over there! Move it! Move!
- — do as he says.

Over there! Move it! Move it!
Over there! Come on, move!

Move!

Down on your knees.
Hands on your heads.

Face the wall! Face the wall!

All right, everybody. Let's go.
Let's get the name tags off.

I want them typed up right away.

- So what's this place?
- — this is it.

- Good luck. — and to you.

Over here.

Yeah, it's fine. Yeah, it's ok.

Yeah, that's ok.

- Well? — nothing.

Except what the hell's going on?

Put that uniform on
and you'll find out.

Thank you.
How do you know it'll fit me?

It'll fit you.

Gentlemen.
What have you come up with?

Nothing but possibilities
at the moment, sir.

Greenham common.

The intended base for
the deployment of cruise missiles.

I know that. That would be
a permanent target, wouldn't it?

- What's immediate?
- — several things, sir.

First is the eec conference.
That starts on Monday.

And any number
of foreign embassies.

Three different state visits
in one week.

Missile sites. Every foreign
airline office in London.

- Quite a list, sir.
- — and not a clue.

We'd have to spread ourselves
awfully thin to cover all of them.

Plus everything else
we're responsible for.

Not exactly
the most comfortable situation.

No, sir.

- Carry on. — yes, sir.

Carry on? With what?

A dinner is being given tonight at
the home of the American ambassador.

There'll be a number
of high—ranking officials there,

including
the American secretary of state

and the British foreign secretary.

We're gonna take over that place

and hold it
until our demands are met.

Now, remember, we're taking
those guns along for a reason.

Ok, let's go.

Come on, move along.

I suppose there's no chance
that I'll be given a gun?

You know, ma'am,
your trust is ovennhelming.

Still, I'm surprised
you need me, really.

It's very well organised.
I'm impressed.

I forgot to tell you something.

Your wife and child
have been taken hostage.

Now, it only takes one phone call,
so you'd better cooperate.

What gives you the impression
I won't cooperate?

What the hell do you think
I'm doing here in the first place?

I wonder.

Come on, we're late.
You stay here.

Nobody leaves the barn.
They give you any problems, kill them.

Got it.

842. I'm in position. Over.

'12342. Keep in contact.'

You can't go in there.

- Why not?
- — we're friends of the skellens.

I said nobody goes...

Shit.

Break in at skellen's mews.
Get everything down here.

Get over there!

Oh, god!

Get his handcuffs.

Sweetheart.

- Blast you! Shut up!
- — tell me what you want!

Take your kid and sit over there.

It's all right.
It's all right, sweetheart.

You give me a problem,
I'll kill you, both of you.

Can I help you?

- Oh, excuse me, sir.
- — not unless you play alto sax.

- We're the band for the party.
- — yes, sir.

We expected you
about 40 minutes ago.

Well, keep this to yourself,
but we got lost.

Yes, sir.

Ok, let's go.

- Hold it right there.
- — what's the problem?

- Where do you think you're going?
- — In there?

No way, buddy.
Service entrance is around the side.

Come on, this way.

Service entrance.
How about that? It's an honour.

Get that bus out of sight.
Come on, this way.

Get that bus out of here.

- It's the band, at last.
- — thanks.

- You're welcome, captain.
- — can you show me where we set up?

- We're late.
- — right this way, sir.

Hey, what's going on here?
Who are you?

We're from lakenheath.
The very hip dance band.

The hell you are.
I've never seen you around...

Don't move!

Guns out. Collect all the servants
and take them to the dining room.

You two, get rid of that body.
Move! Go, go!

- This is a very beautiful room.
- — a beautiful room, yes.

- What do you think you're doing?
- — quiet! Everybody quiet!

Now, let me explain this.

Firstly, you are now hostages

of the revolution for peace
movement of the people's lobby.

Second, anyone who gives us
any problems will be killed immediately.

And third, we're gonna make demands
of the government

which if they're not
carried out promptly

will result in the death
of everyone here. Now, I suggest...

Miss, why don't you all go and
hijack an airplane? It's a lot more fun.

- Quiet, please!
- — kids can hijack a dinner.

Stop that damn crying
in front of this rabble.

- Shut up!
- — you, sit down, right now.

I said sit down!

I think he means it.

- What are your demands?
- — where's your nearest telephone?

It's over there.

- Albert!
- — Move it!

Move it!

Put me through
to commander Powell.

'Who's calling?'
— this is Frankie Leith,

'thank you.'

quiet, everybody.
They've made contact.

This is commander Powell.

Frankie Leith of the people's lobby.

Well, good evening.
What can I do for you?

It's complicated. We've taken over
the American ambassador's residence.

You wouldn't believe
the number of important people here.

Oh, I believe it.

The American secretary of state.

- General ira Potter. — 'yes?'

we've got good old Harold staunton,
your beloved foreign secretary.

Various senators, generals.
God knows what else.

- What are your plans?
- — right to the heart of the question.

Not plans. Demands.
They're quite simple.

We'd like... a nuclear missile,

one of those we Americans have
so graciously planted in your country,

to be fired
at the holy loch submarine base.

- Yes, I understand.
- — to be done in the name of peace.

What if we refuse to give you
your nuclear explosion?

We begin killing everyone here.

It's 9:00pm now.
You've got until 3:00pm tomorrow.

And we demand
that the missile launch

and the explosion
at holy loch be televised

so it can be seen all over the world.

We want everyone,
every nationality,

billions of us to be reminded of
the devastation of a nuclear explosion.

'To see it live.'

have you thought about
the population in Scotland?

I have.

Evacuate them.
You've got 18 hours.

Again, this is being done
in the name of peace.

Thank you, commander Powell.

Well, we go.
Have your men standing by.

They already are.

You can't really believe they'll fire
a nuclear missile at holy loch?

Well, mr secretary...

With a gun at your head...

- Yes, I do.
- — you're out of your mind.

You can kill every one of us,
push us out the door one at a time.

No one will ever push that button.
We're all expendable.

You're far too modest.

Now, I'd like all the men
to be separated from the others.

Servants, wives and aides
to be moved to other rooms.

- Let's start doing that now.
- — Come on. Move it!

In the middle. Move! Come on!

On the floor. Get on the floor!

In the middle. Move!

Come on, quickly!
On the floor with you! On the floor!

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

I'm curious. What do you expect
to accomplish? I'm Arthur currie.

I know that.
The American secretary of state.

I'm honoured to be in your presence.

Cut the bullshit.

Do you really think what you're doing
will make the world a better place?

- Could it possibly be worse?
- — yeah, I think so.

- Consider a nuclear war.
- — exactly what we're trying to prevent.

What the hell do you think
we're trying to do?

But... let's stick
to your little caper here.

No one's going to fire that missile.

So, you kill all of us,

then they'll kill all of you.
Now, what does that serve?

At the very least
it rids the world of all of you.

- Ah, yes, the power seekers.
- — Exactly.

And you're the meek
that shall inherit?

Aren't you forgetting the other power
seekers in every country in the world

just waiting in the wings? And god
only knows what they have in mind.

You haven't got the faintest idea.

Let me guess.

Just let me guess.
Peace on earth, right?

Oh, I think he's got it. Smart boy!
You ought to be in politics.

Isn't it strange that you resort
to terrorism to win your peace?

We represent the common people.
We don't have access to diplomacy,

which is just another name
for corrupt power politics.

- That hasn't succeeded too well.
- — uh—huh.

You think the common people
want to be represented like this?

When they understand they're being
represented, not manipulated, yes.

And the use of terrorism
doesn't upset you?

I don't believe this guy.

Right now,
terrorism suits our purpose.

- Suppose you succeed.
- — which we will.

You've thought about
the horror of a nuclear explosion?

Oh, indeed I have.

The death, the devastation,
the mutilation,

the agony for the next generation.
The horror never leaves my mind.

- But it doesn't bother you.
- — yes, it bothers me! It destroys me!

Well, now, that's encouraging.

So why do you want to drop a bomb
on a base in Scotland?

Because we want the world to see,
finally, what just one bomb can do.

Not in theory, but in fact.

My god. You really are crazy.

In the name of peace,
you could trigger world war III.

You tell me what country
could retaliate, and against whom?

We're not a nation here.
We're 14 people.

You're the ones, man.
You're the ones trying to tell us all

what you call a limited nuclear war
can sound gentlemanly.

The word was "feasible",
and I don't happen to agree with it.

Look, there are ways
to find a permanent peace.

But what you're trying to do here,
it's total insanity.

- There's no point to this.
- — yes, there is.

- What kind of person am I?
- — dangerously irresponsible.

Irresponsible? Come on, Arthur.
That's so mild it's almost pleasant.

- She's a fucking lunatic.
- — am I?

Then what was president Truman?
Did he toss and turn and...

And weep before he dropped
that first atom bomb?

Yes, I imagine he did.
Before and till the day he died.

Ha! But pragmatism won out
over humanity, didn't it?

Humanity? You, talk about humanity?
Truman dropped a bomb to save lives.

100,000 people killed at Hiroshima
is one hell of a way to save lives.

- Why don't you bring up dresden?
- — I was about to!

You do recall a chap
named Adolf Hitler, don't you?

Oh, the foreign secretary is
heard from. Yes, I do.

You show a remarkable
grasp of history.

Stunning. Absolutely stunning.
And she can't make a distinction

between codes of behaviour
during war and peace.

I can. Tell me where you see
peace in this world.

- It does not exist. We are at war!
- — we are? I hadn't noticed.

You're a damn fool!
There's a world revolution going on.

- Ah, the dedicated revolutionaries.
- — that's right!

- Committed to disarming Europe.
- — absolutely!

- Nice to have you out of the closet.
- — you smug bastard!

Rod! Come on.

We're committed
to disarming the world.

But the western democracies first.
Correct?

We're a couple of dumb bastards.

Good evening. Police.
We've got a little trouble next door.

- Can we step inside?
- — what sort of trouble?

If we go inside
I'll tell you all about it.

- All right. — thanks very much.

- Is there anybody else in the house?
- — I'm by myself.

My wife's away for a few days.
Why? What's happening?

- That's a lovely baby.
- — You, shut up.

- What's his name? — Samantha.

I said shut up! No conversation
at all. Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

- Try not to be frightened.
- — shut him up.

Everything will turn out all right.

These things generally do.

Avoid the chimney breast. We need
a better point on the party wall.

- What do you think?
- — that wall there.

- Right. — come on, lads.

Have you got
the plan of the house there?

- Is that all of them? — yes.

Shouldn't we be spreading
the hostages to different rooms?

No. It spreads your men.

They'll be out of contact.
Makes them less effective.

Right.

What will their next move be?

They'll want to talk.

If I refuse?

Well, you can't,
if you want to get away.

I presume you want
TV and press coverage?

Yes, that's absolutely essential.

Well, there you are.

They'll talk your ears off
with psychological mumbo—jumbo.

They won't move
until you kill someone.

I'm not sure if they'll move then.

I think you've got them
where it hurts.

As for me, personally...

I could say the same thing about you.

To hurt was not the intent.

Pick an upstairs room
and keep watch.

Anyone moves towards us,
you shout it out, ok?

I want to know what's going on
at all times.

'Miss Leith,
this is commander Powell.

- 'I'd like to talk to you.'
— there it is.

'You can show yourself at the door
or an open window.

'It's quite safe.
I give you my personal guarantee.

'I'd like to talk.'

it's safe.
They won't try anything.

I want this takeover to be announced

on all radio and television
channels immediately

and given to the press
for tomorrow morning's newspapers.

And I mean immediately.

'Very well. Consider it done.

'I should like to ask
something in return.

'You have a group of servants
in there.

'I can't imagine
why you would want to keep them.

'It would show great faith in our
negotiations if they were released.'

all right. You've got them.

'Good. Thank you very much.

'You also have
a number of wives and aides...'

no! Just the servants.

'Miss Leith, considering the number

'and the international importance
of your hostages,

'why do you need the wives and aides?
Surely they'll be a burden to you.'

no, they won't. I enjoy the company.
Just the servants. That's final.

'Very well.

'I'd like to propose something that
would make things easier for all of us.

'I would like your permission
to put a tap on your telephones.

'That way, should you wish to talk
to me, you would simply ring

'and vice versa.'

all phones have been ripped out
except the one in here.

'Well, that's fine.
We only need that one.

'I'm sure that my men
would find the line.'

- what do you think?
— makes sense.

- Can they tap into our phones?
- — they can do that anyway.

He's asking permission.
It'll be more convenient.

- All right.
- — 'thank you very much.'

- They've got the TV on.
- — good.

Could we have some music,
mr Martin? Rather loud.

'Members of
the revolution for peace movement

'have broken into the residence
of the American ambassador

'and are holding internationally
renowned people hostage.

'We're interrupting this programme
to go over to the residence

'where Robert snow reports.'

just over half an hour ago, armed
terrorists burst through these gates

into the official residence
of the American ambassador,

mr Harrison Franklin.

'Though it hasn't been
officially confirmed yet,

'it's understood that
they're holding several hostages

'including foreign secretary
mr Harold staunton,

'the American secretary of state,
mr Arthur currie, '

and the head of the us strategic
air command, general ira Potter,

as well as the ambassador himself.

What would you say is the chance
of going to the bathroom?

What do we do about
going to the bathroom?

For the time being, you don't.

I'm going to say this one more time.

No talking.

Sooner or later, you'll have to
make arrangements for the bathroom.

You may not need
the fucking bathroom.

- We're going to need more time.
- — for what?

To evacuate the area.
It's an enormous operation.

That's your problem.
There'll be no more time.

'Without more time we cannot do it.'

you'll have to.
What's happening about the missile?

'You don't understand.'

no, you don't understand.
I want to know about the missile.

The cabinet is meeting on it now.

But your president will have
the final word. That will take time.

You know,
I'm getting bored saying this.

You have until 3:00pm tomorrow.

Miss Leith, we are trying,
believe me.

- But we cannot meet the deadline.
- — then you get me someone who can.

'You simply have
to give us more time. We...'

I said, you put me on to someone
who can make decisions, now!

It's already at the highest level.

Miss Leith?

Miss Leith? Are you there?

Then get the highest level moving.
3:00pm tomorrow, no change.

Just a few hours more. A few hours
can't make any difference to you.

We can have a plane standing by
fuelled and ready to take off.

- We don't need a plane.
- — 'how are you going to get away?'

- we don't.
— what exactly does that mean?

It means that if our deadline
isn't met, then we all die.

All the hostages, all of us
and probably even some of you.

No. No, no.

That is not the way, believe me.
No, no, no.

Miss Leith,
listen to me, please.

I've got nothing more to say to you.

Go into the library. Keep mr skellen
company and away from the phone.

Well, what a lovely sight.
How is everyone?

We seem to be holding up rather well.
How about you?

I couldn't be happier,
mr foreign secretary. Thank you.

May I ask a question?
Whether they fire that missile or not,

you won't change history by one inch.

What are you getting
out of this personally?

What do you get
out of being a general?

A tremendous amount of salutes.
You know what you're going to get?

You're going to get killed
either way.

I thought it'd be a little difficult
for you to understand.

If everything doesn't go as I expect
it to, you'll be killed also.

No shit, lady.
That's the business I'm in.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

Right. I'll show you where it is.

Thank you.

There's somebody signalling.

I'll get the commander.

- Morse code, sir. — thank you.

A...

He's signalling sas. It must
be skellen. Get me a flashlight.

"Code name destroy."
It's skellen, all right.

"Set...

"Sas...

"Break in...

"For exactly...

"10:00 hours.

"Will arrange diversions."

"Will... need... home..."

Secretary...

"Secretary's... ok."

If ok...

Will cut power to house...

"Three seconds."

"Message received. Out."

We're down to the plaster.

I'm going to check upstairs.

Be still, for god's sake.

Here they are.

We've got a microphone
through the wall.

And a camera through the wall.
That's the picture.

- Yeah. Where's the baby?
- — on the screen there.

That's the wall.
They're just inside.

Ok. Right, I want the whole place
cleared. Let's get it cleared.

Let's get ourselves out.

- Are the sas here yet?
- — no, I shouldn't think so.

They'll be alerted, though.

But they'll just wait.
No one's in a hurry to kill anyone.

The police will try
and talk you out of it.

Say the missile can't be launched
at 3:00. Technical problems.

They'll ask for a couple more hours.

And they'll expect you
to give them time.

They'll be looking for an extra day.

Maybe two.

It's just tactics,
trying to wear you down.

I don't wear down.

It's three o'clock today
or the killing begins.

Help yourselves.

Help yourself
to your morning heartburn.

And the thrill of staying awake.

God, this smells like varnish.
Thanks.

These bastards aren't wearing masks.
I guess you know what that means.

They couldn't give a shit
whether we see their faces or not.

We're dead.

We've got to do something.

- I'm going for that gun.
- — don't do it, ira!

- What happened?
- — He's dead.

General Potter has been murdered,
miss Leith.

Who killed him? Who killed him?!

- Me. — you fucking idiot!

Sorry, I... I didn't intend
for anything like this to happen.

You bitch!

Isn't it remarkable how your love
for peace killed a good man?

I said I was sorry and I am.
There may come a time when I'm not.

I'll get that!

Yeah?

- What were those shots?
- — one of my men was careless.

Now there's a lovely cluster
of bullets in the ambassador's ceiling.

- I heard gunfire. What's going on?
- — nobody hurt?

Nobody hurt. I assure you,
when it becomes necessary for us

to start throwing bodies out
you'll be the first to know.

A gun went off by mistake.
I think she's lying.

Get me the home secretary.
He should be at coldborough.

Home secretary, I think one of
the hostages has just been killed.

Yes, sir. They guaranteed that nothing
would happen until after 3:00pm.

No, sir, I have no proof, although
we've just heard shots from in there.

Sir, I am convinced that they intend
to go through with their plan

unless we launch
that nuclear missile,

and we know
that we will never do that.

Therefore, sir, I do expect
a massacre in there and at the mews

unless you give us
your permission to move now.

Very well, sir, yes.

Talking with the prime minister.
It's just a thought,

but if you storm that house the media
will swarm around you like bees.

If you kill all the terrorists,
you're damned.

If you don't, and some of the
hostages get killed... you're damned.

Difficult to win.

Nature of the beast.

Sir...

Yes, sir.

Very well. Thank you.
Over to you.

Helicopter 456, Hadley.

'Helicopter 456. Go ahead.'

'Operation destroy. Go.'
— come on!

'Unit one, Grant permission
to have clearance for takeoff.'

Sit down! Sit down!
Stay where you are! Sit down!

What's going on?

The shortest power failure
in English history, I should think.

- Everything all right?
- — everything seems to be ok.

Shut up your kid!

Shh. I'm trying to!

She'd shut up
if you'd stop frightening her.

- One more word...
- — Please.

That bloody kid's
getting on my nerves.

Now, shut that kid up.
I bloody mean it!

- Give her to me.
- — don't you touch her!

I said give her to me!
Give her to me, I said!

- Get off me!
- — Easy. Think of yourself.

You bitch! You bloody bitch!

You two, pack it up!

Helga! Helga, stop it!

Come on, you two. That'll do.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you.

I'll fucking kill you!

For Christ's sake.
You'll ruin everything!

Kill you! I'll kill you!

- Are you ok?
- — yeah, I'm fine.

Could you blokes do that again?
It was a bit fast for me.

Jenny?

Are you ok?

Yes.

'Colonel Hadley.
Synchronise watches.

'Make it 09:47. Come on!'

What are the helicopters for?

It could be downing street
arriving to give moral support.

It could be the army arriving,
or the police.

- What are they doing?
- — just aerial observation.

'Go, go, go!'

'come on, come on!'

what's going on?

'Go, go, go!'

keep 'em covered.

'Unit one in position.'

'3-2. Terrorists in building.'

'unit two down.'

'Gol'

'unit three down.'

did you see anything?
Well, look, for fuck's sake!

'3-2. Clear sighting terrorist,
top windows, north side.'

there are three helicopters.

They landed over there.
I couldn't see who got out of them.

You chaps, come with me.
You might learn something.

Come on, answer, dammit!
Answer it!

- What the fuck's going on?
- — they're getting ready! I feel it!

Come on, lads. Calm down. Get back
to your positions! And stay there!

Shut up!

Shut up.

They're coming in.
What are we going to do?

- Shut up! Hello. Hello!
- — when are we gonna start shooting?

When you see something to shoot at.
Now get out!

- Come on. — Frankie!

Duck!

'Two terrorists dead.'

you, grab that gun! Any of these
bastards come in here, you kill them.

'Gol'

'Help me!'

'hold on.'

- 'Going into dining room now.'
— but they just got out.

'Hostages unguarded.
One hostage dead. Looks like Potter.'

no! The guards are dead in here...

'Currie, staunton, ambassador all ok.
Three terrorists dead here.'

Down! Get down!

'Into ambassador's office.'

sit down! Shut up! Shut up!

'Women hostages and aides safe.

'Three terrorists dead.'

'clearing second floor.'

'Terrorist on balcony.
Stay under him.'

'terrorist dead, third floor.
Still clearing second.'

'I've got a track. Second door.'

'Third floor, terrorist dead.'

- 'unit two moving hostages out.'
— come on, get going.

- Move! — get going!

'Hostages coming down
main stairway now.'

'i haven't seen skellen yet.'

'Near main door.
Seems all ok so far.'

what's happening?

Rod!

- Skellen!
- — 'all right, it's skellen.'

- 'we found skellen.'
— is he all right?

- 'Yes, sir.'
— they found skellen.

- Fuck me, nice to be recognised.
- — are you ok?

- Yes. Anyone seen the girl?
- — no.

- Right. On me, boys.
- — 'going after the girl.'

Slowing down a little, Peter.

Come on, man! Move your arse!

Peter. Are you all right?

- Yes, fine. My family?
- — they're fine. Well done.

- Thank you.
- — well done, indeed.

Some American airmen
are being held at a farm.

- Ashley farm, I think.
- — we'll handle that.

- Let's get you out of here. Talk later.
- — yes, indeed.

Er, apologies to the president
for any damage to the wallpaper.

Well done. Get the boys out fast.
Leave it to the police now.

- Hello, lads. How's your nose?
- — terrible. How's your entire body?

I think I left it
in a room somewhere.

I volunteer to pick it up
for you, ok?

- Right. Let's go now, shall we?
- — all right.

I'll say one thing, Harry.
You sure throw a hell of a party.

- Thanks for dinner.
- — you're welcome.

That was a damn close thing
yesterday.

But what a brilliant action
by the sas.

I deplore using violence
to obtain one's aims

but this national wave of euphoria!

The media slobbering with joy
over a brutal slaughter.

Something I find disgusting.

What should we do with maniacs?
Invite them to tea?

All right, they may be misguided,

but actually they were committed
to our own objectives.

In a perverse way we have strangled
a desperate cry for peace.

Peace in our time, eh, Richard?

Oh, sir Richard,
your luncheon guest is here.

Ah! Thank you.

How good to see you again!

A thousand apologies.
I got caught in the traffic.

That is what traffic is for.
How are our friends on the continent?

Fine. Absolutely fine.

A bit disappointing,
that episode yesterday.

Amateurs. But success is measured
in many ways, my friend.

It caused a glorious uproar.
Consider that.

And there'll be many more.
We have plenty of time.

Of course we do.
All the time in the world.

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