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(BELL RINGS)

(CROWD CHANTING)

ALL: 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!

One, two, three, four...

MAN: What do we want? ALL: Ban the Bomb!

MAN: What do we want? ALL: Ban the Bomb!

(PLAYING MARCHING MUSIC)

MAN: What do we want? ALL: Ban the Bomb!

MAN: What do we want?

ALL: 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!

Get him over to the other side of the parade now.

Andrew, could you go over the other side, we need some more noise there.

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

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

Five six, seven...

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!

One, two, three, four...

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

WOMAN: My God, what happened to him?

PICKLEY: They're bold bastards, aren't they?

A parade, police everywhere and with a damn crossbow.

And here we are, high officials from Special Branch,

the Yard's C-13, MI-5 and the SAS.

They've murdered Andrew Wilcox

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

Well, we know one or two things.

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 issue is out.

I can name at least twenty foreign embassies

that the People's Lobby might want to blow up tomorrow.

We can all name 50 other possibilities.

What about the missile sites?

"No nukes on U.K. soil." That's their bloody war cry.

They call it a peace cry.

Now we must remember that the vast majority of the People's Lobby

are sincere pacifists.

True.

POWELL: We are dealing with the hard-core revolutionaries,

who are using the peace movement as a cover.

It's a marvelous 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're we going to find out?

I have a small suggestion.

Hello, Steve, what's this then? Rescue?

They're going to need it after this.

Come on then.

(GUNS FIRING)

Neil, got a jam.

Well, get it cleared then.

BAKER: Neil. Yeah.

BAKER: Where's Colonel Hadley?

Hadley, I think he's at the Killing House.

BAKER: Thanks. All right.

It looks like there is no saluting in the camp.

That's right, but if you wave to them, they'll wave back to you.

Hold it there, Steve.

STEELE: Ready to go? MAN ON RADIO: Ready, Major.

Go!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

All right, Steve.

BAKER: There's the boss.

Ah, gentlemen, Colonel Hadley.

Captain Hagen, sir. US Rangers.

Captain Freund. GSG9.

Come with me.

(GUN CLICKING)

Ten seconds to go, Captain Skellen.

Dennis. Sir.

Ken, you're still framing the doorway.

Terry, keep your head up on target, you're still looking at the ground.

Thank God, it's Friday.

FREUND: You can say that again.

HADLEY: Captain Skellen.

I'd like you to meet Captain Hagen, of the US Army Rangers.

HAGEN: Captain. Hello.

Captain Freund from West Germany GSG9.

Pleased to meet you. Hi.

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

You'll be in Captain Skellen's group. He'll show you around.

And you're not here on holidays, gentlemen.

Oh, your training will start tomorrow with a little 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.

Now you two gentlemen will be given a one hour head start.

Now at 1300 hours, 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's head start.

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

Better get going.

FREUND: There they are.

HAGEN: I'll be a son of a gun!

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

Congratulations.

Hey, what is this?

Stand still!

What are you doing?

Ah, you son of a bitch!

Shut your mouth!

Are you out of your fucking mind?

(GRUNTS)

Right. Hood them up. Come on, move it!

Come on, kneel them down. Right.

I'm going to ask one, one question only, now that shouldn't be too difficult.

Are you two alone?

(PANTING)

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

That's not the answer.

(GRUNTS)

I said are you alone?

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

Thank you, I will.

(GROANING)

Okay, Fritz, are you going to talk to me? Eh?

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

Oh, do they?

(GROANS)

Now I want an answer in two minutes.

And if you're not going to speak to me, I'm afraid 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?

PILOT: There they are, sir, just down there.

All right, John, one more time around.

Right.

Wake up!

(GROANING)

Ah, 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!

HADLEY: Captain Skellen. Sir.

When the SAS is called upon to do what we are 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-martialed for torturing two of your men,

but I'm not going to do that.

The fact is Captain Skellen, I don't give a damn about you

but I do care about the regiment.

So I'm having you returned to your unit.

I'd rather be court-martialed, sir.

What you'd rather is completely beside the point.

I'm not being RTU-ed 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.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

You've stopped at the right stall, sir.

All genuine antiques at unusual prices.

Unusually high or unusually low?

Ah, 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 once was a gift from Queen Victoria herself to Lady Somebody or Other, right?

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.

Okay. How much do you want for this rubbish?

Ah, now don't be taking the mickey, sir.

Honest to God, I'd just about break

even if I let you take it away for a pitiful 60 quid.

Speed's very important to us, boyo.

SKELLEN: 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 guess.

Frankie Leith, Rod Walker.

Right.

They hang out at the Black Horse Club in Marlborough Road.

They're planning something. We've got 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 a thousand pounds 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, sir.

Thank you.

Good morning.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER: Morning, sir.

Let me 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 quite 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.

JENNY: About time too.

Hello my beauty.

Here's your favorite man. Come on, up you come.

There you are. Now then, who do I have to kiss first today? Eh?

Me. I'm the eldest.

Ah, only just.

Sorry I'm late. Anything I can do to help?

No. Go and sit down.

Oh, sit down, sorry.

Put her in the high-chair.

You're starving, aren't you?

She's not starving. She's eaten already.

There you go. There you are, Sam, tear that apart.

What's this?

It's for you.

Thank you. And she's not Sam, she's Samantha, remember?

Is she? You don't like being called Samantha, do you? No.

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

(LAUGHING) You just said it louder.

Smoked salmon.

What do you think?

Peter, how much did this cost?

A fortune, never mind.

It means, of course, I won't be able to take any leave for awhile.

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

Are we celebrating that?

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

Hey.

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

Here she comes. Ta-da.

Now that is Geraldine. Say hello.

Ah, she likes it! She loves it!

She's gone for walkies.

Here, come on. Right?

Okay? What's that?

You've had it before, it's minestrone.

It looks like army rations. Bread.

Here you are, sweetheart. 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, okay.

Say yes.

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

(HONKING HORN)

Morning. Morning, sir.

Six hundred thousand pounds, 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,

etcetera, etcetera.

Right, it shall be done at once.

Excellent.

Oh. Mr. Malek,

my wife and I would like to invite you to dinner and the theatre one night next week.

Any night.

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 pounds.

What about the rest?

Please transfer the other 100,000 to the account of the People's Lobby.

A new institution my principals wish to assist.

Here are the details of their bank and account number.

Right.

Now we've gone over the 9mm Ingram sub-machine gun carefully enough

for all of 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 meters.

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.

(ALL FIRING)

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALARMS BLARING)

(THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER PLAYING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Hello, Frankie.

Hi, sorry, that chair's taken.

Yeah, Peter Skellen.

No, no. This is my table.

Oh, is it?

Two large vodkas and tonic, please, thank you.

(EXHALING)

Are you a policeman?

Oh no.

What do you think I am?

I think you're a jerk.

(FRANKIE SCOFFS)

I saw your poster, it's, um, very exotic.

So, how do I compare in the flesh?

I wonder.

How did you find this place?

Oh, I just saw a queue of radical, chic fun-lovers

and just followed them in.

And you're a radical?

No, I'm chic and fun loving.

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

Oh yeah, 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.

Uh-huh.

(CLEARING THROAT)

So, what do you think of the show?

I thought it was a load of anti-American crap.

That's quite a penetrating analysis.

Dancing was good, er, you made a sensational rocket!

Are you always such an intellectual conversationalist?

No. I have been dying to meet you.

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

I'd like to take you to bed.

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?

Then 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's that?

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

I'm glad you didn't.

I still may.

The option's always open.

Frankie, where are you going?

Oh, why?

No particular reason.

Peter Skellen, Rod Walker.

Hello, Rod.

Good night. 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?

(FRANKIE LAUGHS)

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. Oh, don't be.

He was a bastard, sort of 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.

(FRANKIE LAUGHING)

SKELLEN: What are you thinking?

FRANKIE: I'm thinking that you make love like a man who's just got out of prison.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

SKELLEN: Was I that frantic?

FRANKIE: Oh no, no. You were absolutely inspiring.

No, you're very good at it.

(LAUGHING)

SKELLEN: Thank you.

FRANKIE: Okay, you're going to tell me all about yourself. Are you married?

SKELLEN: Yes.

And separated.

In the process of getting a divorce.

Good.

So 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?

Well, whilst being an officer and a gentleman,

I killed people.

I was a Captain in the SAS.

The SAS? Uh-huh.

Oh.

I'm impressed.

Don't be. I wasn't.

You say you were in the SAS, what do you mean? What happened?

I was kicked out.

Why?

Political problem.

What kind of political problem was that?

It's a long story, Frankie.

But you were going to tell me all 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, um, what were you doing down at the club?

Or what would you call it, radical hangout?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call that radical,

flitting about in tights on a stage.

What were you, the Dove of Peace

destroyed by capitalism. Missile.

I was a missile. Oh the missile, 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 would find it's pretty much what's happening today.

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

But what are you going to fight it with?

Your People's Lobby? Huh?

They're 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?

No, I don't.

Well, 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 piles of radioactive ashes...

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

and 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.

Uh-huh.

Hi!

Hello, how are you? Nice to see you.

Hello. Yes, I'm fine, thanks. Are you well?

Good. Have a good day.

We will. Goodbye.

Morning.

Oh Frankie, this came for you this morning.

Thanks. How're you? Fine, thank you.

What do you think of the new boyfriend, Ray?

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

ROD: What the hell is he doing here?

Following me.

Sorry, am I in the way? No.

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

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

ROD: You don't know damn thing about him!

I think I know enough.

Look, I'm not speaking about our personal relationship.

Oh, I'm glad we've got that straight.

We are very close to pulling off the biggest coup this country has ever seen.

You and I are the only people in this building even to know what we're going to do.

And you walk in here with a complete stranger.

Listen, have you still got your contact at Whitehall?

Yes, why?

'Cause 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 kind of serious political conflict,

and I think that he's on our side.

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

Would you listen to me for a minute?

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

Nobody knows how they operate, we've got one of them right here

who probably knows every technique they own.

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

And you believe him.

How do you know he's still not SAS undercover, uh?

Because 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. So you check him out, understood?

Peter.

Close the door.

Nice guy.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Look, I'd like you to do something for me.

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

Fire away.

I want you to join us.

What? The People's Lobby?

Not my style.

It 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.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

Oh, a bit of everything.

And how much are you going to pay me?

Five hundred pounds a week.

Five hundred pounds a week?

What, for a man who doesn't know anything about what you do?

I expect we'll need your expertise.

Is it a deal?

Well, 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 can 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.

(LAUGHING) Well, bring them along, then.

Would you like some coffee? Yeah.

I'll make some more. Two sugars.

FEMALE OPERATOR: Ministry of Defense.

Mary Tinker, please.

Thank you, one moment please.

(BUZZING)

Reference Section, Miss Tinker speaking.

Hello Mary, it's Rod.

Listen, I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but can we meet at the usual place?

Er, 1:00?

Well 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.

Oh, all right, I'll be there.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUN FIRING)

So far so good. He's moving fast.

Oh yes, he seems to be enjoying himself.

Says the job has some perks.

Oh, just one other thing, sir.

Ah, 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 pounds

to the People's Lobby account.

100,000 pounds?

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.

Well, did it look pre-arranged?

How should I know? I mean, it could have just been two blokes chatting.

No. Greenwich.

Only tourists go to Greenwich.

Right, gentlemen,

I should watch this demonstration very carefully.

'Cause you're on next.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

STEELE: Well did you get that?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Good. On your bikes.

At least they've got an ambulance down there.

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

Who's up, Andy?

Hagen and Freund.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

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.

Yes, sir.

Learning anything?

Oh yes, sir.

A lot, sir.

Good. I just came across a piece of information

which might interest you.

Now just by chance,

I happened to find out where Mr. Peter Skellen

happens to be living in London.

Just in case you wanted to say hello.

We would, sir.

Very much.

Thought you might.

Give him my regards.

We will, sir.

Thank you, sir.

(RINGING)

Yeah?

MARY: Rod?

Yeah?

I've got that information you asked for.

Just hold on a second, would you.

Get Frankie. Quick.

I shan't be a second, Mary.

Okay.

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 a not a question of trust. You just don't like him.

Yeah, that too.

Listen, you know, when you get bored with this peace business

I reckon you ought to take up grand prix racing.

With me, peace is not a business,

you'd better damn well remember that.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hi there.

(GASPING)

(FRANKIE EXCLAIMS)

FRANKIE: Peter! Stop!

(GRUNTING)

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

(GROANS)

HAGEN: You get up again and I'll fucking kill you.

You bastard!

C'mon, you son of a bitch. Get up.

(GROANS)

HAGEN: Come on, how does it feel? Huh?

Well. That evens things up.

You can get up now, sweetheart.

(SKELLEN GROANING)

WOMAN ON TV: A wage and productivity agreement

is expected 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, Head of the United States Strategic Air Command,

several senators and congressmen

and a number of high level aides.

Now, there's a lovely target for you.

A whole pride of American statesmen.

Just one well placed bomb.

I wouldn't waste it on them.

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.

(CROWD CHANTING)

FRANKIE: Now, look at that.

That's great.

Great.

Terrific. Now, that's what I call good coverage.

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

It's better than a bugle.

So, how are you feeling?

I don't know.

How do I look?

Fine. Oh yeah?

Stay away from mirrors.

Thank you.

Look, I've got to go now, I'm a bit late. So why don't you just stay here and rest.

What more can a man ask?

No, no... Just want to kiss you goodbye.

Hey, you smell lovely.

Do I? Yeah.

It's not bad for a revolutionary.

Oh, Jesus!

You look as though you've been trampled by a herd of elephants.

Oh thanks, Andy.

Well, if it's any consolation, Hagen and Freund

aren't exactly beauty contest winners either.

Hagen has a broken nose.

I'm happy to hear it.

Anything new?

No.

The girl was with me, she got stuck into the fight like a bloody pro.

Ah, that's beautiful, that's 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.

Go!

Hadley.

Ryan, here, sir.

Have you got anything?

No, nothing of interest yet.

What the hell are you calling me for?

I'm just reporting in.

Oh in fact, there was one thing.

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

He's welcome.

Now that was bloody rubbish, get back up and do it again!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Something's burning

♪ Of course you only Did your best

♪ But how much time is left Is anybody's guess

♪ One thing's certain If we throw you A ten for effort

♪ When nothing's left You won't pick up a two

♪ Well, now you came Right on time

♪ Push those nukes You're doing fine

♪ It's only life after all

♪ So burn it up And have a ball

♪ Makes me wonder When I look at us today

♪ How we came so far Just to throw it all away

♪ Our wish is clear If you'd take the time To listen

There're a great band, aren't they?

What?

I said they're a great band.

I can't hear you, there's this great band playing.

What?

(LAUGHS)

So many people here, it's fantastic.

Well it's free, you see, they'll sit through a few speeches for that.

♪ It's only life after all

♪ So burn it up And have a ball

♪ You know you came Right on time

♪ Push those nukes You're doing fine

BOTH: (CHANTING) Sieg heil.

♪ So burn it up And have a ball

♪ You came right on time

♪ You came right on time

♪ You came right on time

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

MAN: Friends, comrades. Would you please give a warm welcome

to the very Reverend Horace W. Crick, the Bishop of Camden.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

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.

WOMAN: Sit down, damn it.

Not true! Not true!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

REVEREND: I have neither of those qualities.

WOMAN: You troublemaker.

They would try to crucify him.

(AUDIENCE JEERS)

But they would fail.

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

You! Shut up! Sit down and...

You must say to our lords and masters

no more, no more. No armaments, no missiles,

no bases, no death and destruction.

Time is running out and the people are beginning to say,

"Enough! Enough!"

Shut up and get on with the music, eh?

(AUDIENCE SHOUTING)

Please! Please!

You're destroying your brothers and sisters' good hopes.

Stop this carnage! I beg of you to stop!

We've besmirched the very cause

for which we have come together for tonight.

You make a mockery of our efforts to persuade the government.

You degrade yourselves

in the name of humanity.

Stop!

Come on.

REVEREND: This is sacrilege here

in the eyes of our lord Jesus Christ.

This is madness.

All people should long for peace.

All of you should long for peace.

If you make war against each others' hearts, I ask you why.

Stop this! I beg of you to stop this!

(AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING)

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

Beautifully staged.

I can see tomorrow's headlines.

"Skinheads Attack Peace Group."

Perfect.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Up we go with the birds.

There's a good girl.

You've seen that.

Would that be a good idea?

Here you go.

I'm not here, Jenny.

Oh God, Peter, what happened to you?

I was mugged, believe it or not.

I'm okay, just temporarily ugly.

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

How is she?

Wonderful, like her dad.

I best be going.

When will I see you?

Soon.

Don't worry, everything is going to be all right.

You take care now.

You too.

Jenny.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

I love you, Jenny.

And I love you.

Who is she?

His wife and child.

Nobody gave you instructions...

I took the initiative. I told Mac and Helga to follow him.

We do not operate independently from each other in this organization.

Whatever you think my motives are...

I know what your motives are...

No you don't.

Now he's met the same man twice so far

and in unusual places.

On the boat to Greenwich and on the South Bank.

Now they make it look very casual. But it's not.

I'm sure the man's a contact.

The Police, SAS, MI-5, I don't know.

But Frankie, 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.

Frankie, 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.

What's wrong? Nothing's wrong.

Come on, what is it?

Nothing's wrong. What's wrong with you?

No, I'm fine. No problem.

Fine.

Look, do you mind sleeping on the couch tonight? Cause...

I don't sleep very well when we're together.

I've got a very busy day tomorrow.

Sorry, I'm in a bad mood.

You're getting on?

No, it's all right.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BELL RINGING)

You lost him?

Yeah.

So?

It's today.

What is it?

I don't know.

What time?

I have no idea. I can't get a thing out of her.

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

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

That's the number.

I'll be there all day and all night.

Okay.

CONDUCTOR: Any more fares?

Any more fares please?

Thank you.

(COUGHS)

(CHOKING)

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.

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.

Scotland Yard, Central Operations.

Skellen might even be dead. That's possible, isn't it?

I think we should put a watch on his house.

Hey, get rid of those earrings.

Two inches.

How are you doing? Almost ready.

Rod!

ROD: Yeah.

We're almost ready.

Okay, give me a minute.

Listen, we're going. Get them all dressed and ready by the time we come back.

FRANKIE: Hurry up, will you?

Frankie! Frankie!

Shall we? Okay.

Rod and I are going now. Nobody's to leave this barn while we're away.

Where are we going?

We'll explain it to you when we get back.

WOMAN: Helga!

SKELLEN: Frankie!

Okay, where is she?

She's waiting. We'll take you to her.

(ALL CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Thank you for it. MAN 2: Thanks a lot.

MAN 1: Hey, what are going to sing tonight, anyway?

(LAUGHING)

(NEIGHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Go!

Are you all right, ma'am?

Get in the bus. Hey! What are you doing?

What's this? Move!

(SCREAMS)

Move! Move back now!

Stay down and no noise!

Shut up and keep still!

What the hell's going on here?

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

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

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Watch out!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(GUN FIRES)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

No! No!

MAN: Please!

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

There's no turning back now.

ROD: Boys, out! Let's move!

Come on, move it!

I want this bus cleaned out.

Come on.

Get those bodies over there. Move!

Come on, over there. Move it, move!

Over there! Move it! Move it!

Over there! Come on, move! Move!

Get 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 tagged up right away.

So what's this place?

This is it.

Good luck.

And to you.

ROD: Over here.

FRANKIE: Yes, fine. Yes, okay.

Well?

Nothing,

except what the hell's going on?

Put that uniform on and you'll find out.

How do you know it will 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.

Yes, I know that.

That would be a permanent target, wouldn't it?

What's immediate?

Well, there's several things, sir.

First is the EEC Conference that starts on Monday.

Of course, there's any number of foreign embassies.

Yes. Three different state visits in one week.

Missile site.

Every foreign airline office in London.

Quite a list, sir. And not a clue.

We'll have to spread ourselves awfully thin

to cover all of them, wouldn't we?

Yes, sir.

Plus everything else we're responsible for.

Yes, sir.

Not exactly the most comfortable situation, is it?

No, sir.

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

Carry on! With what?

A dinner is being given tonight

at the home of the American Ambassador.

There's going to be a number of high-ranking officials there,

including the American Secretary of State,

and the British Foreign Secretary.

We're going to take over that place,

and we're going to hold it till our demands are met.

Now remember,

we're taking those guns along for a reason.

Okay, let's go.

MAN: Come on, move along.

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

No.

You know ma'am, your trust is overwhelming.

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

It's very well organized.

I'm impressed.

I've got to tell you something.

Your wife and child have been taken hostage.

Now it only takes one phone call.

So you 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 wondered.

Come on, we're late.

Tariq, you stay here. Nobody leaves the barn.

If they give you any problems, kill them.

TARIQ: Got it.

We're in position. Over.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Roger. Keep in contact.

I'm sorry, you can't go in there.

But why not? We're friends of the Skellens.

I said nobody goes...

(COUGHING)

What the hell are you...

I got a break in at Skellen's mews, get everything down here.

(SCREAMING)

Get over there.

MAC: Get over there.

Oh God!

Get his hands.

(GAGGING)

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, sweetheart!

Blast you! Shut up!

Tell me what you want.

Take your kid and sit over there.

(SOBBING)

You give me a problem,

I'll kill you. Both of you.

(HONKING HORN)

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.

Keep this to yourself, but we got lost.

Yes, sir.

Okay, let's go.

Hold it right there.

What's the problem?

Where the hell do you think you're going?

In there.

No way, buddy.

The service entrance is around the side.

Come on, this way.

Service entrance. How about that?

(CHUCKLES)

It's an honor.

Get that bus out of sight. Sure.

Come on.

MAN: 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, a very hip dance band.

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

Now, don't move!

Guns out!

Collect all the servants and aides

and take them to the dining room.

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

(ALL CHATTERING)

Beautiful.

(MAN YELLING)

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 here who gives us any problems at all we kill immediately.

And third...

We're going to make demands on 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 out and hijack an airplane, it's a lot more fun.

Quite please.

Hell, kids can hijack a dinner.

(CRYING)

Miriam, stop that damned crying in front of this rabble.

Shut up!

Sit down. Right now!

I said sit down!

I think he means it.

What are your demands?

Where's your nearest telephone, please?

It's over there.

FRANKIE: Put me through to Commander Powell, it's urgent.

MAN: Thank you. Who's calling please?

This is Frankie Leith.

Thank you.

Quiet, everybody. They've made contact.

Yes, this is Commander Powell.

This is Frankie Leith of the People's Lobby.

Well, good evening.

And what can I do for you?

It's a bit complicated.

We've taken over the American Ambassador's residence.

You wouldn't believe the number of important people we have 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.

And what are your plans, Miss Leith?

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.

We want this to be done in the name of peace.

And what if we refuse to give you your nuclear explosion?

Then we begin killing everyone here.

It's 9:00 p.m. now.

You've got until 3:00 p.m. 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,

all the billions of us to be reminded

of the devastation of a nuclear explosion.

To see it live.

Miss Leith, have you thought about the population in Southern 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.

(LAUGHS) You're far too modest.

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

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

Let's start doing that now.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Move. In the middle. Come on, over here.

Get on the floor. In the middle, move!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Get on the floor!

Could I, er, talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

I'm curious.

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

Oh, I know that, the American Secretary of State.

I'm honored to be in your presence.

Cut the bullshit.

On the level now, 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.

Which is 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, right?

(FRANKIE LAUGHS)

But aren't you forgetting all those 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 what we're on about, man.

Well, let me guess, just let me guess.

Peace on earth, right?

Oh, I think he's got it. Oh, smart boy, you ought to be in politics.

Well isn't it a bit 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.

And that hasn't succeeded too well, has it?

Ah. And you think the common people want to be represented like this?

When they understand they are being represented not manipulated, yes.

Uh-huh. And the use of terrorism doesn't upset you?

(LAUGHING) I don't believe this guy.

Right now, terrorism suits our purpose.

Well suppose you succeed? Which we will.

I imagine you've thought about the horror of a nuclear explosion?

Oh, indeed I have.

The death, the devastation, mutilation, the agony

carried on to the next generation.

All of it, the horror never leaves my mind.

But that 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.

(SCOFFS)

My God, you really are crazy.

In the name of peace, you could trigger World War III.

Okay. You tell me what country could retaliate, and against whom.

We're not a nation here, we're fourteen people,

you're the ones, man, you're the ones who are trying to tell us all

that what you call a limited nuclear war can sound almost 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.

Frankie, there's no point to this.

Yes, there is.

What kind of person do you think I am?

Well we could start with dangerously irresponsible.

Irresponsible? Come on, Arthur,

that's so goddamn mild, it's almost pleasant. She's a fucking lunatic.

Am I? Well, what was President Truman? Did he toss and turn and weep

before he dropped that first atom bomb?

Yes, I imagine he did, before and until the day he died.

(SCOFFS) But pragmatism won out over humanity, didn't it?

Humanity? You talk about humanity.

At least Truman was fighting a war. He dropped the bomb to save lives.

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

Why don't you bring up the fire-bombing at Dresden while you're at it?

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 behavior during war and peace.

Yes, I can. You tell me where you see peace in this world.

It does not exist, not now, we are at war.

We are? I hadn't noticed.

Well, then you're a damn fool.

There's a world revolution going on right now.

Ah, the dedicated revolutionary.

Yeah, that's right.

Committed to disarming Western Europe.

Absolutely. Rod...

Well, it's 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.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Good evening, sir. Police.

We've got a little bit of trouble next door,

I wonder if we can just step inside your house?

MAN: What sort of trouble?

Well, if we go inside, I'll tell you all about it.

MAN: All right. Thanks, very much.

Is there anybody else in the house?

Er, no, I'm by myself. My wife's away for a few days visiting her sister.

Why? What's happening?

GUARD: That's a lovely baby.

MAC: 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.

Mac, shut him up!

GUARD: Everything will turn out all right.

These things generally do.

POPE: Avoid the chimney breast,

then what we need is a point on the parting wall for you.

What do you think?

That wall there. Right, come on lads.

Got the plan of the house there, please.

Is that all of them? Yes sir.

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

No, it spreads your men,

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

What'll the 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 just talk your ears off with a lot of psychological mumbo jumbo.

They won't move until you kill someone.

Not sure if they'll move then.

I think you've got them where it hurts.

As for me, personally,

I'd say the same thing about you.

To hurt was not the intent.

Pick an upstairs room and keep watch.

Any one moves towards us, you shout it out. Okay?

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

POWELL: Miss Leith, this is Commander Powell.

I'd like to talk to you.

There it is.

You can show yourself at a door. Or 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 take over 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'd want to keep them.

It would show good faith in our negotiations if they could be released.

All right, you've got them.

Good. Thank you very much.

And you also have a number of wives and aides...

No. Just the servants.

Miss Leith, considering the number

and international importance of your hostages,

why do you need the wives and aides?

Surely they could only be a burden to you.

No they won't. I enjoy their 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.

In that way, should you wish to talk to me you would simply ring me and vice versa.

All the 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 will find the line.

Why do you think?

It makes sense.

Can they tap into our phones here?

Yeah, they can do that anyway. He's asking permission.

It'll be more convenient.

All right.

Thank you very much.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING ON TV)

(WHISPERS) We've got the television line.

Music, Mr. Martin. Rather loud.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN ON TV: Members of the Revolution for Peace Movement of the People's Lobby

have broken into the residence of the American Ambassador, Mr. Harrison Franklin,

and are holding a number of internationally renowned people hostage.

We're interrupting this program to go over

to the American Ambassador's residence, where Robert Snow reports.

SNOW: Just over half an hour ago,

armed terrorists burst through these gates and into the official residence

of the American Ambassador, Mr. Harrison Franklin.

Although it hasn't been officially confirmed yet,

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

including the Foreign Secretary, Mr. Harold Staunton,

the American Secretary of State, Mr. Arthur Curry.

And the Head of the U.S. Strategic Air Command, General Ira Potter.

As well as the Ambassador himself.

MAN: I wonder if we've got any 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're going to have to

make arrangements for the bathroom.

You may not need the fucking bathroom, General.

We're going to need more time.

For what?

Well, to evacuate the area. It's an enormous operation.

That's your problem, there'll be no more time.

Without more time, we cannot handle it.

Well, you'll have to, won't you?

Now, what's happening about the missile?

Miss Leith, you don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

Now I want to know about the missile.

The Cabinet is meeting on it now.

But your President will have the final word.

And that will take time.

You know I'm getting bored saying this.

You have until 3.00 p.m. 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 simply...

I said you put me on to somebody who can make decisions now.

It's already at the highest level.

Miss Leith?

Miss Leith, are you there?

Then you get the highest level moving. It's 3.00 p.m. tomorrow, no change.

Look just a few hours more. Now please, a few hours,

that can't make any difference to you.

Now we can have a plane standing by, already fuelled and ready to take off.

We don't need a plane.

Well what do you mean? How are you going to get away?

We don't.

And 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, no. That is not the way. Believe me, no, no, no.

Now, Miss Leith, listen to me. Please...

I've got nothing more to say to you. When I want you again I'll call you.

Go into the library and keep Mr. Skellen company, and away from the phone.

Well, what a lovely sight? How is everyone?

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

Oh I couldn't be happier, Mr. Foreign Secretary, thank you.

Can I ask you a question?

Whether you get them to fire that missile or not, you won't change history by one inch.

So I'm beginning to wonder what are you getting out of this personally?

What do you get out of being a general?

Well, a tremendous amount of salutes.

Do you know what you're going to get? You're going to get killed either way.

Well, I thought it would be a little difficult for you to understand.

If everything doesn't go as I expect it to,

you'll be killed also, General.

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

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

All right, I'll show you where it is.

Thank you.

Hey, there's somebody signaling.

I'll get the Commander.

It's Morse code, sir.

Thank you.

S...A...S...

(CLEARS THROAT)

He's signaling SAS, it must be Skellen. Get me a flashlight.

Code name "Destroy." It's Skellen all right.

Set...

SAS...

break in...

for exactly 1000 hours.

Will arrange diversions.

Will...need...Home...

Secretary...

Secretary's...okay.

If okay,

will cut power to house...

Three seconds...

Message received. Out.

(WHISPERS) Down to the plaster, sir.

(LOUD MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(FAINT MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm going to check upstairs.

(COUGHS)

Be still for Christ's sake.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Here they are.

Right what we got up to now. You've got a microphone through the wall?

Yeah. And we've got a camera through the wall.

And that's the picture we're picking up.

And where's the baby?

See the bottom of the screen there?

That's the bottom of the wall there. So they're just inside.

Okay. Right, I want the whole place cleared. The whole place.

Let's get it clear.

Are the SAS here yet?

No, I shouldn't think so.

They'll be alerted though.

They'll just wait.

No one's in a hurry to kill anyone.

Police will continue to 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 3:00 today or the killing begins.

Help yourselves.

POTTER: Help yourself to your morning heartburn, Arthur.

And the thrill of staying awake all morning.

God, this smells like varnish.

Thanks.

Since these bastards aren't wearing any masks,

I guess you know what that means.

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

We're dead.

(WHISPERS) We've got to do something.

I'm going for that gun.

No don't do it, Ira.

(MEN SHOUTING)

What happened?

STAUNTON: He's dead.

General Potter's been murdered, Miss Leith.

Who killed him? Me.

Who killed him? Me.

You fucking idiot!

I'm 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.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get that.

Yeah? What were those shots?

One of my men was a little careless,

and now there is a lovely little cluster of bullets in the ambassador's ceiling.

I heard gun fire, what's going on?

So nobody hurt?

Nobody hurt. I assure you, Commander,

when it becomes necessary for us to start throwing bodies out of here,

you'll be the first to know. Okay?

She said the gun went off by mistake. I think she's lying.

Sergeant, get me the Home Secretary, he'll be at COBRA by now.

Home Secretary.

I think one of the hostages has just been killed.

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

No sir, I have no proof, but we 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.

Just a thought, if you storm that house,

the media will swarm around you like bees.

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

And 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.

Hereford 456, Hadley.

PILOT: Hereford 456, go ahead.

HADLEY: Operation "Destroy," go.

Come on, move your ass.

Hereford Unit 1, request permission air clearance for take off.

(ALL CLAMORING)

ROD: Come on, sit down, sit down! Stay where you are. Sit down!

What's going on?

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

FRANKIE: Is everything all right?

Yeah. Everything seems to be okay.

(BABY CRYING)

Shut up your kid. Or I'll take it upstairs.

I'm trying to.

She'd shut up by herself, if you'd stop frightening her.

One more word out of you...

JENNY: Please, sweetheart.

MAC: 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.

I'll bloody not. Give her to me.

JENNY: Get off of me.

Easy, Miss, think of yourself.

Oh, bloody bitch!

MAC: You two, pack it up!

(MAC SPEAKING GERMAN)

MAC: Helga!

Helga, stop it!

MAC: Helga...

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MAC: Come on, you two, that'll do.

I'll kill you.

I'll fucking kill you.

For Christ's sake, you'll ruin everything.

(SCREAMS)

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

(GUN FIRING)

MAN: You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

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

Are you okay?

Yes.

Colonel Hadley. Synchronize watches. Make it 0947. Mark.

We want to know what the helicopters are for?

SKELLEN: Oh, could be half of Downing Street arriving to give moral support.

Or it could be the army brass arriving, or the police.

What are they doing?

Just aerial observation.

COMMANDER: Go, go, go.

Come on, come on...

What's going on? You keep quiet!

COMMANDER: Unit 2, go, go, go.

Keep them covered. Keep them covered.

SOLDIER 1: Unit 1 in position.

Three terrorists in room below you.

Unit 2 down safely.

COMMANDER: Go.

SOLDIER 2: Unit 3 down. Squad all okay.

MAN: Did you see anything?

Well look for fuck's sake.

(GUN COCKING)

SOLDIER 1: Three clear. Sighting terrorists, top windows, north side.

There are three helicopters.

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

Okay, you chaps, come with me, you might learn something.

Come on, answer it, damn it! Answer it!

What the fuck's going on?

They're getting ready for something, I can feel it.

Come on lads, calm down.

Get back to your positions. Come on, stay there.

Shut up!

Shut up!

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

You shut up. Hello? Hello...

When are we going to start shooting?

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

Come on.

Frankie...

Down!

(GUNS FIRING)

Two terrorists dead.

Right! You, grab that gun.

If any of these bastards come in here, you kill them.

COMMANDER: Go!

Somebody help me.

Hold on.

SOLDIER 1: Going into dining room.

Hostages unguarded. One hostage dead. Looks like Potter.

No! The guards are dead in here, in the office.

SOLDIER 1: Curry, Staunton, Ambassador all okay.

Three terrorists dead here.

TERRORIST: Down! Get down for God's sake. Get down!

SOLDIER 1: Into Ambassador's office.

Sit down. Shut up! Shut up!

(ALL SCREAMING)

SOLDIER 1: Women hostages and aides are safe. Three terrorists dead.

Clearing second floor.

SOLDIER 1: Terrorist on balcony, stay under him.

Terrorist dead, third floor. Still clearing second.

I've got a jam. Second door.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Third floor, terrorist dead.

SOLDIER 2: Unit two, moving hostages out.

Come on, come on.

SOLDIER 1: Hostages on way down main stairway now.

Haven't seen Skellen yet.

Near main door, seems all okay so far.

Tony, what's happening?

(HOSTAGES SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

Rod!

Skellen! All right. It's Skellen.

We've found Skellen.

Is he all right? Yes sir.

They've found Skellen.

Nice to be recognized.

Are you okay?

Yes, Steve, I'm starving. Anyone seen the girl?

No. Right, on me boys.

SOLDIER: We're going after the girl.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Slowing down a little, Peter?

Come on man, move your ass!

Peter! Sir.

Are you all right?

Yes, fine. My family? They're fine.

Good to see you. Well done. Thank you, sir.

Well done indeed. Thank you. Thank you.

There's some American airmen being held at a farm,

Ashley Farm, I think. Just outside Richfield.

We'll handle that.

Ok, let's get you out of here. We'll talk later, all right?

Yes, indeed.

Apologies to the President for any damage to the wallpaper.

HADLEY: Well done, Dave, get the boys out fast.

Hello lads. How's your nose?

Terrible. How's your entire body?

I think I left it in a room somewhere.

I volunteer to go and pick it up for you, okay?

All right, let's go now, shall we?

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

Thanks for dinner.

You're welcome.

(BELL RINGING)

That was a damn close run thing, yesterday.

But what a brilliant action by the SAS.

I deplore the use of violence to attain one's aims.

But this national wave of euphoria.

The media slobbering with joy over a brutal slaughter.

That's something I find disgusting.

Well what are we supposed to do with these maniacs? Invite them into tea?

Well, 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.

Andrei, how good to see you again.

A thousand apologies, I got caught in the traffic.

Not at all, that's what traffic is for.

How did you leave 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 will be many more.

We have plenty of time.

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