All language subtitles for Cold Lazarus BBC 1996 4 of 4 eng sub

Answer by noon tomorrow.
Tick one box.

He's offered us...
the kingdoms of the world.

That head is going to outrate
every damned show we got.

He can guarantee all our funding.

Do it, Emma.
Go for it.

Does it include...
- The whole team.

Yes!
- Except Blinda.

He was one of them, OK?
Everything here tells me.

Your budget will be maintained.

I can outmatch that old witch
cent by cent, dime by dime.

We ought to be able
to disconnect

ten leads or capillaries
in each quarter of an hour.

Which gives us?

Which gives us one hour
and a quarter.

I'm sorry. We are about to move you, Mr Feeld

You're just a bum. Period.

All I can do...

all I can beg is...
forgive me this once, just this once, Martina.

Hah!
- This is the first time I ever...

well... First time I haven't risen
to the occasion, my darling.

Don't darling me, you jerk!
- But that's what you are.

To me, that's what you are.
My darling.

If there's anything worse than a dickhead,
it's a limp dickhead.

Just get yourself outa here. Prontolo.

Perhaps if you'd let me try later... or...
- Later?

It's already climbing towards midnight, Bill.

Yeah, but thats... phoo...
Who cares about time...?

How the hell do you think I stay
so slender and svelte and sparky eyed

as well as run a trillion-unidollar business
at one and the same time?

Not by missing my beauty sleep,
that's for sure!

Well... I don't think myself as...
like... a stud or a...

I'm not macho...
I get all tangled up in my feelings...

Try.
Try talk it through, Bill.

And maybe...
Yes... I just might begin to...

God damn and shit on it!
- Martina... ? What... ?

A one emergency.
Stay where you are!

NECESSARY INTERRUPTION: VITAL.

NECESSARY INTERRUPTION: VITAL.

We have contact? You sure?
- Wow-ie. - We're there, General.

It's seven a.m. Western Europe time,
Ms Masdon,

which must make it
late enough at night for you.

Get out of shot. Lie on the floor.
Now! Or behind the bed!

You're on the call, Ms Masdon.

Who are you? And what are you doing i
n my laboratories?

I am Inspector-General Challender and I...
The Challender?

Are you really Colin Challender?
- Certainly I am.

Well, I'm really glad to have
a chance to speak with a man

who almost single-handedly
smashed a whole cell of RONs...

I doubt whether you'll be quite so glad
when you hear what I have to say.

OK. Give it to me straight.
- Between one fifteen a.m.

and three-forty-five a.m. this morning, our time,

the Reality Or Nothing organization,
dressed as police,

raided your cryogenic lab A...
and only this lab...

sprayed `Reality Or Nothing'
on the living wall

and escaped without injury
or apprehension with the...

Eh, madam...
You have an intruder!

Keep your butt down, you dickhead!

It's OK, General.
It's... eh... a new biochemical Experiment.

I'm trying to put some brains
into a man's arse. Forget it.

You don't seem
to have succeeded as yet.

But as long as you are all right...
- I'm OK! Shoot, for Christ's sake.

Stop coughing, Chief.
- Sorry... Please excuse me... hooo!

The long and the short of it is,

they've taken the head.
I'm sorry.

But it's not in its biobox!
- The head!

My head!!! No!

No! No! No! No!

A million bucks for anyone
who brings it back.

Ten million bucks for anyone who brings it back
and kills the fuckers who took it!

Is that a contract, ma'am?
- You bet your life it is! Signed and sealed!

Get back the head, General.
Get it back.

We'll do out damnedest, Ms Masdon.

I think the final entry into this room
could only have been made by staff's biobrace.

That's where I'll start...
- The bastards!

I'll soon find out which one of those
who regularly work in this room

is most vulnerable to pressure.

And when I find that person, madam,

I can assure you
here and now...

That person will crack.

Why aren't you at your post?
- Sorry. My guts is like Vesuvius this morning...

and the two-guard roster doesn't start
until eight-thirty a.m., ma'am.

Yeah, you shouldn't leave your post!
It's not safe there!

Well, if you don't mind
stepping in some fresh shit, lady...

What's your unit?
What is your number?

FG170535. Move of...
- WILL DO.

Move alongside the car in front.

The other blue and black.
- WILL DO.

Window.

Blinda!

...Yes, sir.
- Guard lane. Check lane one.

Guard two. Check lane two.
- Yes, sir. It's clear.

I have a list of all personel.
- What the... ? What... ? Jesus... !

Yes, there was a RON raid last night.
Chief, this is Dr Tony Watson

my personal assistent in biogenic cryology.
- Oh, I wondered exactly what I was.

This is the first you know about any of this?
- Yes, it is. Holy Moseolo!

But what in God's name have they...
- They've taken the head, Tony.

Do you mind, Professor?
- Sorry, I thought...

They've what?
- You heard.

But what in thundering blazolo
would they want with a...

Oh, I see, yes.
- What do you see, Doctor?

Ransom money. It must be.

Must be? Why? Why must?

Professor. I don't know to whom I...
- Why must be?

On, um...
on the principle of Occam's Razor...

You cut away all
the most impropable things

and what you are left with
is the bare-faced or, so to speak,

probable answer.
Something like that.

Occam. Mmm.
You refer to the antique monk, yes?

Yes.
- All right, youngish man.

Give me
an improbable explanation

for all this

Improbable?
Oh, but...

Come. You said you had to cut away
all the improbabilities

in order to expose the probable.
What did you cut away?

Oh, isn't this rather... Well,

it's a bit silly,
surely?

Come, come.
Humour me.

Well...
it could be...

it could have been a protest...

a meaningless stupid protest
about the way we treat our own species...

Um. Huh.

Or it could equally well have been,
um, a rival... yes!

A commercial rival like Chemicure
or... or.. you know,

seeing what we're up to.
Those sort of things.

Did you ever want to be
an actor, Dr Watson?

An actor?

W-what do you mean?
-Oh, now. What do I mean?

Surely you know what an actor is?
What an actor does?

Of course I do!

But why on earth should I
want to be an actor... ?

Well.
It was a wise choice, in any event.

I'm not sure whether to be pleased
or offended by that!

My name is Challender by the way.
Inspector-General Challender.

I'm Head of All-Corporate Security.

So if it should turn out
to be a case of inter-company rivalry,

I should be considerably embarrassed.

Do you think, then,
that you are not a good actor?

I don't think about it at all,
thank you very much.

Thank you,

ladies and gentlemen. I'm so sorry
that all this should have been awaiting you.

I'm quite sure you have been
as helpful as you intended to be.

Chief. Chaps. I think
we are done here for the present.

This place has been finger printed, fluid printed,
gene-laundered, odometered,

hyrocycled. All in the wee small hours. So
if you have any meaningful work left here.

You and your staff may
proceed with it unhindered.

Forgive us our interruption.
- Thank you, Inspector General.

Not at all.

One...

Two...

Three!

I'm so sorry.
But there's just one other little thing

Would you be kind enough
to accompany us, Dr Watson?

Me? I mean...
where to? What for?

I would like to find out just how sharp an instrument
Occam's Razor might actually be.

Come along, Doctor.

Poor old Tony.
He's the least shifty character I've ever met.

There must be something
about him that irritates.

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All that whatsname's Razor stuff.
Why does he do that?

Oh, they'll soon see
he's a babe in the woods.

Christ. Where do we start...
and what do we do?

There's not much we can do.
If they've taken the head, those bastards,

they're sure to have damaged it
beyond anything we can repair.

And where the hell is Blinda!

Well, the bells are ringing for us, Daniel.

I think they always will, Beth.

I hope they always will.
- I'm...

I feel shy. Isn't that silly?

So do I.

And, no,
it isn't.

Is that it?

Is that the best that you can do?
- I'm afraid so. Alas, yes.

Just when they where really
about to get down to it!

Nice tits, too.

Harry! Do you have to be
so fucking vulgar all the time?

OK, OK, so you're in a bad mood.
Don't take it out on me.

I am not experienced in the ratio
of those new neuropeptides.

That is not my particular field.
You need that Slav fellow

and the black woman...
and the old lady.

But I would have thought
you would have been pleased, Mr Stiltz.

Pleased!
- We have shown that the head is capable of

`working',
so it has survived its...

um... it's...
- Kidnap.

It has survived.
And the very first time I stimulate

the particular area of the neocortex,
which is my field, Mr Stiltz,

lo and behold you have given unto you
a proud pair of knockers.

I fail to see what is so devastatingly amusing

when I choose to descend occasionally
into what I believe is the vernacular.

OK. OK. Enough.
I'm damaging something inside.

I felt it go twang!
Oh... OK...

We'll have to wait for the real team...

A goldmine, Harry. We're talking

of a goose which'll lay
a golden egg whenever we want!

Yeah... or a lot of feathers.
- Just think of it!

Spilling out everything
that's locked away in there!

Who'd want made-up stories
from a bunch of lazy overpaid hacks

when you can mainline
into the real thing.

This Daniel Feeld fella...
he is, Christolo...

he's immortal.
- Immoral too.. We hope.

There is a good chance.
It is a characteristic of the male species.

What?
- We'll plug that brain into everybody else's!

What's his is ours!

What he has tucked away,
all his secrets, his behaviour,

everything...
it's ours.

At last
privacy has a true market value!

Zillions! Harry... Harry boy...
- Yes, massa.

Haven't we always tried
to get inside people's heads?

Isn't that what this game is all about,
showbiz and that part of it we call politics?

Owning people.

But... and this has been the drag...

we've never been able
to get right inside,

to own the tiniest little fragment
of the inside of a person's head.

Now we have the chance!

And David Sylvester Stiltz
is just the man to do it.

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ARTICLE 16 SECTION 312
WESTEUROPA SUPREME COURT. 2349.

... but what is even more interesting to me
is that those cops didn't wait for her to come.

They tried all their sniff-sniff stuff with all of us,
and Tony so stupidly fell for it.

But, no, they weren't interested in her.
I'm sure she's a snoop for them.

I'd eliminate her if I had half the chance.

And when does the killing stop?

When it has to.

Luanda. What's wrong?

There's a hell of a kerfuffle
going on down the corridor...

And it's full of cops again.
It seems Blinda's turned up.

What's happened, Luanda?
- She's dead.

They found her in her bubble.
Somebody'd shot her in the head

after she'd given her journey instructions.

My God. What is going on?

And what is Tony going to do? Or to say?

I feel scared.

I wish we'd never gotten
into any of this.

Tony may be foolish,
but I don't think he's a coward...

The silly boy.

We've got to get out of this place.
Out of the whole Masdon thing.

I don't care what it looks like,
but I'm formally to resign.

The sooner we can move
to the ICB labs the better.

God knows if that head will survive all this.

It's going to look bad.
- I don't care. Tony might crack at any moment anyway.

We're already under suspicion.

I've got nothing to lose now.
And neither have you.

OK, Karl. OK, OK, OK, OK!

Let the cheapskates go.

Good fucking riddance, I say.

Anyone in the biochemical business
who is so stupid

as to resign from Martina Matilda Masdon

is taking a long walk without water
out into the wilderness.

Yes, ma'am.
Too damned right.

The wilderness.

Shhhh...

Ohh...
Oh, yeah.

Fidelity.
- Martina?

It's a wonderful world

for a wonderful wonderful concept

Yes.
It is.

It really is.

Be strong.
Be strong.

What will you do with him?

No one has laid a finger on him.
No one has said a word to him.

But he's not made of much.
He weeps at night, every night,

and every afternoon he listens
to our scream machine.

And each time the door opens
he wets himself.

Poor creature. How long have you
had him now... six days, seven?

Six.

we still have another eight
under the Anti Terrorist Charter. But...

well...
he's well and ready for you now,

if you want him to eat out of your hand.
Or any other equivalent.

I'll take your word.

Ah! Lovely smell.
Lovely colour.

That's the cherries. Of which life
is supposed to be a bowl of.

That or a bowl of dog biscuit.

Equally fine for a pair
of cunning old hounds, eh?

Stand to attention!

Yes, sir.

You got a visitor.

Oh, I... I... didn't know th...
- Did I say speak?

No sir.
- Then shut your mouth.

Sit down.
- Yessir.

Good evening, Dr Watson.

Mr...

Mr Stiltz...
But... But..

But what am I doing here?
Is that what you mean?

May I sit down?
- Oh.. um... Yes, of course.

You seem a bit edgy, boy.
- Edgy? You can say that again.

These are not nice places.
- No, they... My God.

There are some terrible screams here sometimes

I can't imagine what it is
they are doing to the poor devil. But... it...

plays on the nerves.
And the worst thing is...

Why are you here?
- We've only met via vidphone.

But I liked your sense of humour
when I introduced Dr Rawl, the sexologist.

Oh. Him. Yes.
- He's part of the team.

Yes.
I didn't mean to be rude.

Listen. The guy makes me laugh, too.

Jeezolo, I wouldn't want him
anywhere near my erectile tissue,

if that's what he calls it!
He should marry that Masdon cow.

Wouldn't they make a terrific couple?

But he is family. And that's how
I think of my team. Family.

And as in the morning, bright as
a cockerel of whatever it is in the morning sky,

your Professor Porlock,
Dr Glazunov

and Dr Luanda Partington
will be on the team, too.

Oh, that's nice.
They escaped the Masdon clutches, then?

Not much she can do, is here?
Except scream green murder.

Green for envy. Envy.

Anyway, I've been looking into things.

And I want you on the side too.

Oh, Christ.
I wish. Oh, how I wish!

I've been checking on you.
Family. Friends. Right back to school.

Every nook and cranny, and I've prodded
at every little pimple, blackhead or bogey.

And there's not enough dirt on you
to grow a mustard seed.

Thank you.
- I can't understand why they want to execute you.

They what?
- Well, that's what they always go for

when they think
they got one of the top RONs.

The big needle and no noise.
You never hear much about it, but...

I know for a fact that
that's what they're up to.

Safety first, they call it.

Hey, here.
C'mon.

Sit down.

Let's deal here.

D-deal?
- Sure.

Please, tell me.
What sort of deal?

What can I do? I mean...

If there's anything...
Anything at all!

Please, Mr Stiltz.

I'm your man.

Hi! I was looking at you
when you came in and Ithought...

the kind of...

You'd like a drink? Please?

You where staring at me, weren't you?
In that caf� place?

I... yes.
- And you followed me in here, didn't ya?

Yes. I did.
What do you want? What are you plaing at?

Please, what is your name?
- Beth.

What's the matter?

And the man you were with,
he was called Christopher, wasn't he? Christopher?

Yeah. But... what's that got to do with you?
You know him, or what?

Christopher. Chris. My twin.
Me.

You. Whatchewmean you?
- I... I'm a writer.

I put words in other people's mouths..
And at the moment, I...

oh my God! My stomamach!
It's all coming true in front of me.

The reason I'm ill.Sick.
I'm not fit for this world. I'm... worthless.

Listen. I said I put words
into people's mouths.

Well, now I want to
but I can't get them out of my own...

My brother,
they let him come home

for a trial week
when he passed this degree...

his degree in physics,
cryophysics...

Are you getting any of this?
Can you understand at all?

Hey. Steady on, Romeo.
- He drove straight at her.

Says he didn't know she was there.

But that's what he said
about the first one. The boy.

Straight at her! And he is me. And I am him.

And I feel it...
him...

I feel in my bones I'm not fit to...

I should be put away!
Put Away!

Somebody! quick!

Children in Jesus,
today has been a special day in our chapel

because the band has marched
through the streets

carrying our banner...
Daniel! Daniel! Oh Dan!

It's Daniel, not me.
It's Daniel, not Christopher!

Not me! I didn't do it!
- Give him some air!

Dan. Dan o'butty!
Oh Dan... What's happened... ?

This has happened before.
It comes at a particular trauma,

and it follows a great deal of displaced memory
and visual distortion...

And the distortion, the trauma

is connected directly or inderectly
with sexual activity. Yes?

Probably.
- Dr Rawl.

that scene mixed up his meeting
with a girl who was at his deathbed

with the girl he had been due to marry,
and with a homosexual assault

Daniel had ensured as a boy
while alone with his dog in the woods.

And with what seems to me
to be a lot of self hatred...

or certainly a sense of unworthiness.

He must have been difficult to know or to like
if that's what he felt about himself.

And of course he was disguising
his own condition from himself

by the fact that he was a writer.
- Precisely.

Meaning?
- Well, he is then

by nature more adept at what
most of us do rather more awkwardly...

Make a shape out of our own lives,

murmur comforting consoluaions about
what we have or have not done...

rewrite the past, in effect.

There's quite a bit of material recorded by now.
I haven't seen all of it myself.

Has Mr Stiltz got this stuff?

Tony, why are you so concerned
about Stiltz's interests?

Because he's been fair to us.
- Oh...

We owe him.
- I don't.

Well, you should!

I mean, I just think that...

Fair's fair. That's all.
- All the material recorded goes automatically to Stiltz.

It's in the contract.
You needn't worry about that.

Worry instead about what
he's going to do with it.

Excuse me, Professor.
- Yes, Valerie.

I took over... whatwashername... ?
Blinda's log...

and there's a difference in footage
between the amount of tape actually recorded

and the amount entered
each day in the log.

Difference plus or minus?
- More was recorded than was entered.

How very strange.
- Much more? And every day?

Nearly every day.
And the differences varied

between twenty-two seconds
and one minute fifteen seconds.

George, do you record the amount
of time we are in the lab

and the head is, so to speak, switched on?
- To the second.

It's also done automatically...
And they always match.

Could someone else be
coming in here after we've gone...

and managing, somehow,
to get the head to...

No. That's utter nonsense.
- Especially for such short periods of time.

I mean, it is... what?
A minute and fifteen seconds?

He did it himself.

Oh, come on, that's bloody cretolo!
- Cretolo, is it?

You think I'm that stupid, do you?
- Hey. I wasn't trying to be personal, or...

I am telling you what is
the only logical deduction.

We have
always soothed ourselves

with what I'm beginning to think
is an anodyne lie. Yes?

What lie, Fyodor?
- The lie...

that Daniel Feeld does not
in any meaningful sense know

that he is in this half dead,
half alive state.

The lie that his memories
are to him in this condition

as dreams are to a sleeper.

The lie
that Daniel Feeld has no volition.

You mean, you mean that Daniel
has been transmitting his memories

when we�re not here,
and he�s in that neutral,

just ticking over state that...
he is in now.

That�s exactly what I mean.

Oh, the poor creature...

Valerie, what day was the first day
where there was more tape

than there was time recorded
for making that tape?

Actually, it was day one.
Very fist day.

And how long is it? The extra.
- Thirty-two seconds.

We want Lazarus Project, Daniel Feeld,
Day One. Final thirty-two seconds.

Punch it through quickly.
- It might not be at the end,

Could have been any time
we weren't here... lunch, for instance.

Could be. But this is the most likely.

TAPE DAY ONE. DANIEL FEELD.
FINAL 32 SECONDS.

Better? Eh?

Listen. No biog...

Daniel. Say it. Say it, old lad.

No biog...g...gah.

What? No what?

Ben!

No biography!

But we saw that...

The extra footage must be from somewhere else.
- Must it?

I don't believe you'll find those 32 seconds
anywhere else on Day One Tape.

I think he was deliberatly
summoning up that memory again.

And he cut it short, too.
- Exactly.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong,
but didn't the memory we saw go up to the...

what did you call it, Luanda?
The out-of-body experience.

Yes, It did.
- The what?

He saw himself on his own deathbed,
as though from the ceiling.

That has also been known to happen
during a particular energetic copulation.

Has it?
- Oh, certainly.

When enough energy
has been spent, so to speak,

the oxygen supply can get rather limited
and what is then

alleged to be the ectasy of ejaculation

is at times accompanied
by the out-of-body description

associated with the narratives
of those who have been brought back

from the very point of dead.
If I may say so,

this is especially true in the descriptions
subsequentily given by young ladies of their carnal activities,

and more particularly
when they experienced multiple orgasms.

Have you ever found that to be so?
- Me?

Yeah... Why aren't you looking at me, Doctor??

The point is...
the point surely is...

that he choose to cut off the out-of-body
experience and the tunnel experience

in order to leave it
precisely

at his final
two mortal words.

No biography.

We are his torturers.

Of course I don't want to
interrupt Mr Stiltz unnecessarily.

But if you could give him this message...
- Will do.

Tell him Inspector-General Challender is on his way
to the hotel via the Central Station,

and that I will be there in about forty-five minutes
if he could speak to me.

Tell him it is sensitive.
- Will do.

Operation Lazarus sensitive.
Repeat.

Operation Lazarus sensitive.
Will do.

More.
More. Yet more.

I want to slither like an eel!
- Yes Mr President!

Yeah, atta girls!

It's great stuff, isn't it?
The pictures.

Yes Mr President.
- Turn me over.

Inspector-General Challender
would like to see you briefly

in about forty-four minutes, Mr President.
- Tell him to fuck off.

I've got the hag-hour coming up,
with that batty old Professor.

Certainly, sir. But he says its
quote sensitive unquote.

Still tell him to fuck off. Dealing with the dame
is enough to spoil one evening..

Quote Operation Lazarus sensitive unquote, sir.

Then tell him to fuck hurry up!
Come on girls. Get me sitting up.

I've got to see an old lady.
And then another old lady.

Who'd be me?
Who'd be me?

Well, it's no worse than
the relax room at the other place.

And I suppose we can trust
the no-bugging notices.

Which is supposing a great deal.
- Fyodor, you really are cynical.

But you know that, don't you?
- No, I don't.

At least, you know where you are with him, Emma.
- Yes.

Which is not always where you would wish to be.

All I'm saying... No, listen, Emma...
all I'm saying is that from now on,

everything we do to or about that head
has a moral dimension

Which we too easily persuaded ourselves
was not actually there

I mean, it seems to me the one .............
which is the end justifys the means.

No, Fyodor, that is not
what I'm saying at all.

I'm not justifying the unjustifiable.

It's simply, and I think fairly,

that I want to be absolutely sure
about this `volition' business.

And so do I.
- Well, I am sure. I am absolutely sure.

And I'm sick to my stomach
with the thought of it.

Daniel Feeld must be
put out of whatever misery

we are inflicting upon him...
And I tell you this.

If and when I get the chance,
I'm willing to do it myself.

Destroy the head.
- Destroy it?

Isn't that right,
Emma?

Emma?
- I agree with you, Fyodor.

We should not allow us
to become torturers...

Particularly in the name of mass entertainment!

But it should not be impossible
for the three of us together

to devise a very specific response test
to establish for sure

that, A, he has volition
and B, he is aware of his own condition.

Fair enough.
I accept that.

And I accept the need
to release him from bondage

if that really is what he is in.

If Stiltz finds out, we'll be hunted down
for the rest of our given days.

There will be nowhere to hide,
you can be sure of that.

Come on, don't be
so prissy piss-arse English...

It's one of the oldest games known
to mankind. And it's good for the spirit, too.

Fine. If you know what you're doing.
But I don't!

Sharpens up your sense of perspective.
Get the right angle on things.

And... maybe...
win a little on the sidolo, eh?

We have to wager?
We have to wager.

But what's a game if there is no winner?
Christ, just a hobby, that's what.

Hey, c'mon. We'll play for...
- Fifty.

A hundred.
- OK.

But I get to start.

You get to start.

We at Central
believe that one of your Lazarus team

is a RON.
Brown ball.

I don't want my team disturbed.
This is a very, very delicate process.

A team is a team is a team.

A RON is a RON is a RON.
To be eliminated.

Who is it?
And what are you smiling about?

Nothing. Nothing.
I simply have amiable features, Dave, old man.

Who?
I don't think you'll be totally knocked of your horse.

Glazunov. Fyodor Gazunov, the slav.
- Evidence?

What is your fucking evidence!

Principally... at fist, that is...
the notes given by our agent in the lab, Blinda.

An accumulation of small details.

Small details.
Itsy-bitsy, eh? Scraps.

Little lumps of frog shit.
Is that what you mean?

All pointing to something.
And then this morning

we recovered a scrap of paper
from a man called Milton,

who was a senior RON,
which has the name Glazu..

G-L-A-Z-U...

the rest incomplete,
but it tells us something.

Glazudyen, Glazupoff, Glazukon.
Shall I go on?

No. But it's...
- Nobody disturbs my team. Got it?

I don't care if he's a fucking leper
or a hermaphrodite,

as long as he's in my team.

As you are.
Tick one box. Yes. No.

Yes. As I am.

Thank you, no.
I'll stick to good, plain mineral water. No ice.

Hey, come on. You never
let your hair down, do you?

You know absolutely nothing
about me, Mr Stiltz.

So please don't make
such categorical statements.

OK. OK. I won't keep you long.

We've got some pretty damn good stuff
coming out of my editors.

When we launch this thing,
it's going to knock everyone's head off.

Rumours are already blowing up
a storm for us, and if the first...

Audcall from Anthony Watson for you,
Mr President. Want to take?

Not at the...

Why the hell not? Sure!
We're all colleagues, right?

How do you do, Tony?
- May I ask if you are alone, Mr Stiltz?

You may. And the answer is No.
I'm having a great time with a Dame.

She's a real flyer!
- Sorry, sir... but there's something you should know about.

F - Y - E - O.
- What's that mean? Lost you teeth, or what?

Um. For your ears only.

Well, I shouldn't think it would bother
the lady I'm with, Tony, but,

Jeezolo, if you're going to go all spooky on me

I guess I'd better hitch a lift
to another room.

Stay on hold.
Excuse me, ma'am.

... If and when I get the chance.
I'm willing to do it myself.

Destroy the head.
- Destroy it?

Isn't that right?
Emma?

I wonder.

009896102, Fyodor.
I think they're on to you.

Get out now. Get out in case.
Message ends.

I'm just getting into the tub, Dave.

so this'd better be good,
I'm not,

repeat not, playing pool again.

OK. Shoot.

I made a mistake, Colin.
You're right.

A RON is a RON is a RON.
What's the world coming to!

Go get him, Colin.
And syringhe the bastard to death.

Oh, brave new world.

Messages!

Fyodor, John. I'd like to arrange a meeting with you
to discuss your equities.

My advice is if you buy
an extra tranche in Rothman bubble you'll,

A, make a small profit and
B, qualify as a full voter in state elections

because you will then have shares
beyond the thirty-corporation equity barrier.

Can you try Wednessday, six p.m.?
- No.

Fyodor. I think they're on to you.. (577)

Get out now. Get out in case.
Message ends. (578)

FG 170535.
Return to the ICB laboratories.

Registered.

I see this whole project
is under threat of sabotage!

The point I'm trying to make, Mr Stiltz,
if you would please stop screaming and shouting...

You stupid stupid stupid old cow!
Don't tell me what to do!

The point is, that head may well
be aware of it's own condition.

And if that is the case, Mr Stiltz,
it'll be a moral outrage for us to proceed further.

For you to, yes!
You prim old bag!

You won't get the fucking chance!

I'll put a new team in by the time
it takes you to widdle yourself!

Work can always wait, mate!

LET ME GO!

Please.

Forgive us.

Forgive me.

Can you hear me?
Can you?

Is there any...

No.

Of course you can't.

LET ME GO!

Take it.. - OK.
- OK. Go ahead.

They've scrawled through
Glazunov's vehicle instructions.

His bubble was told to go to the ICB laboratories. Let's go!

Shit!

He knows.
He's barricaded.

Switch on the address system
and give me the lead.

Fyodor Glazunov.

We know you are in there, and you know
you have no chance of escape.

There is no need for violence.

Come out now
and you will be treated properly.

Come out now,
before it's to late.

Arsehole.

He's here, sir.
He's barricaded.

That's no problem to us, but I understand
there are areas you want undamaged...

Listen. Fyodor.
You've got yourself in a jam, my boy.

Now, I'm here to help you.
I know I can help you.

All I want, and you have
my guarantee on this,

my personal guaaaaaaaaa...

Personal guarantee,
Daniel.

Daniel!

... hush, hush,
here comes the bogey man,

Don't let him come to close to you,
He'll catch you if he can!

Chris. Chris.

He's driving down the line
and England scores a try!

Liquid barium is going in.

Mick.

Will there be any stars, stars in my crown?...

When at evening the sun goes down?

When I wake with the blest,
In the mansion of rest

Will there be any stars in my crown?

Yes!

Yeeeeeeeeees!

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