Original subtitles

You're guilty, I say. Guilty!

I was there tonight.

I saw the body. And I saw it fall.

You're gonna have a hard time making this stick, Inspector.

All right, so the strap broke and it fell off.

It's not our fault or the girl's.

5 murders in London, right, in a week,

and he's worried about a broken g-string.

Not in my parish!

None of those murders happened in Soho.

That's all I care about.

So just you keep that filthy sewer of yours clean.

We run a legitimate sewer! A club!

Legitimate? The Salt & Pepper club? Ha!

Where did you get the capital to start it, eh?

That's a lie. Club!

It's more like a haven for half-nude harpies!

Oh, now, Inspector, think of it more as a mission.

We've given those girls a home.

That's quite enough of your cheek, Mr. Salt!

I'm Pepper, he's Salt.

Odd. Isn't it?

Quiet! One more infraction and you've had it.

I'll have that club of yours closed

and you two beauties on the inside. Clear?

- Inspector. - Huh?

What have you got against us, huh?

What have I got against you? Yeah.

You? Yeah.

Well, look at you. Your hair all down,

and you're wearing that funny dress.

Why aren't you at home starting a riot, eh?

[Both snickering]

[Crabbe coughing]

And what are you doing with him, eh?

I know all about your father being a lord, you know.

Everyone in London knows that you're the black sheep.

Here, here.

I beg your pardon, lad. Nothing personal.

I expect you've heard of unscrupulous police methods.

But almost all such stories are untrue.

Only in very exceptional cases do such officers exist.

And I am one of them!

To me, everyone in Soho is guilty unless he is proved innocent!

I shall bully, browbeat, blackmail,

bend every rule, lie in the witness box, and do anything

to make sure that the police prevail!

Is that clear?

Makes you want to join up, doesn't he?

Now get out!

May I have this? It's part of a matching set.

Out!

[Chattering]

[People chattering]

♪ [Music playing]

[Dishes clattering]

[Whistle blowing]

[Car horn honking]

[Sighs]

That was close.

Now the only thing we have to worry about is insp. Crabbe.

Oh, that's no problem. We'll just have a nightly g-string check.

Well, I'll take care of that.

Yes, you are about the right height.

What do you mean by that?

Hi, Bill.

Hello, Charlie. Hello, Chris.

See that this gets home, will you?

Oh, sure.

Any messages?

Charlie, you know no one ever calls you.

[Gasping]

[Silenced pistol firing]

(Receptionist) A very good group in tonight.

Lord Silverstone, and Mr. Fisher with a party of 8.

Hmm. There.

Look there.

The immovable object is back.

And I bet you $1, old buddy of mine,

that you don't make it with that lady.

Make it 5 pounds.

Hi, Chris. How about our date tonight?

Go check in.

Good evening.

Oh, Mr. Pepper, isn't it?

Nice of you to come in again.

Well, we find your partner's act so amusing.

Oh, is that the only reason?

No. The food's good, and the atmosphere is marvelously decadent.

It's even better in my apartment.

Perhaps we could have a drink later.

Mr. Pepper, it's very boring being chased around a sofa.

Suppose I give you a head start?

You're a very attractive man.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Do you mind? No.

Thank you. Cheers.

Cheers.

But I'm sure you'd do almost better with any other woman.

Or do you, uh, thrive on rejection?

Oh, Charles. Darling.

Mr. Pepper, this is Lord Ponsonby.

Mr. Pepper. How do you do?

And this is Mr. Salt, who is the reason we come to the club.

Ah. He is?

He is.

(Charles) This way, darling.

Give me the money.

All right.

That lady stays around long enough, I'm gonna retire a rich man.

Mr. Salt, Mr. Salt, please, you're late again.

It is really impossible. Everybody is waiting.

Ta, ta, ta, ta, shh, let me see. Am I late?

You are late.

Why are you keeping me here, talking to me,

when I should be on the stage?

Say, Janice, I was wondering.

A few of the kids are getting together after the show. I thought...

Charlie, I have a date.

Oh, you have a date. Maybe some other time.

Jill, do you think it's possible if we all get together,

maybe we could have...

My fella wouldn't like it.

Your fella? Mmm-hmm.

That's the big guy, that's the boxer.

I don't think he'd be too thrilled.

No.

[Shuddering]

Thank you, and good evening. I...

[Yelling]

[Whistling]

[Claps]

[Applauding]

♪ [Music playing]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, very, very much.

I was... no, you wouldn't believe it, anyway.

May I welcome you, first of all?

My... my name is... is Charles Salt and I own half of this.

I think this is about the half I own.

[All laughing]

We'll do a little thing here. Here we go.

Can I borrow this?

Don't leave, we're integrated!

No serving while I'm on, please!

Psst, psst, I want your name, and then your rank, and out!

♪ [Music playing]

♪ [Playing]

Are you sure you can see well enough from there?

Very well, thank you.

Let's get a little something going on here!

Ah, ready? Let's go.

Something to report, Mr. Rack?

Mai Ling is dead, sir.

Well done.

But, uh, Col. Woodstock... Mmm?

I... I had to leave her body in the club, sir.

Oh, not to worry. Did you find anything on her?

Only this. Ah.

It had been fired, and Straw has disappeared.

Never saw him after we split up at the Salt & Pepper club.

I see.

Well, that is a loose end, Mr. Rack.

I do not condone loose ends.

No, sir.

I suggest that you check back there immediately.

Uh-oh.

Hi, there. You waiting for Charlie?

Holy Loch...

Oh, no, sweetheart, those are carnations, not hollyhocks.

June 3.

June 37 Yeah, I'm sure that'll be all right.

[Clearing throat] I'm free, I think.

If it's ok with Charlie.

[Breathing deeply]

Whatever you're on, it's working, isn't it?

Well, well, well, are you busy?

No. None of that. No. She's out of it. She's grooving.

I found her here on your carpet.

Hey, do you think maybe somebody sent us a goody?

Oh, we'll have to send her back unopened.

This girl is really out of it.

I wonder who she is.

I don't know. Let's have a look.

"Mai Ling, 21, Cadogan Cloisters, Chelsea."

Take my advice, call the limousine service.

Home. Home.

[People chattering]

♪ [Music playing]

(Girl) Good evening, sir.

Hi.

Who hired the new girl?

Who else?

Big spender.

More chips.

It's my table. It's all mine.

Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me.

But... but sir, you've gone over.

Hit me!

Hit me!

But, sir, uh...

Hit me! But... but, sir...

Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me.

I just got a hell of an idea to save some money around here.

How?

With dealers like that, who needs cards?

[Laughing]

♪ [Music playing]

I just don't understand it.

Why she keeps giving me a hard time.

I know that she likes me.

This is something you don't imagine.

But, Chris, you can imagine anything you want to!

I imagined that I saw a dead body in my closet tonight.

Why? Because I'm allergic to bodies.

I mean, I could be cured.

[Chuckling] I can see what you mean.

Insp. Crabbe is here, in your room.

What? A g-string?

No. Not this time.

Oh, happy hour again.

Excuse me, madam.

[Clearing throat]

A remarkable likeness.

Would you like me to sign it?

Was a Chinese call-girl called Mai Ling here tonight?

What did she look like?

What do you expect a Chinese call-girl to look like? Was she here?

(Salt) Yes, but we got rid of her.

You admit it?

She was stoned. Stabbed.

What? In the back.

Murder? The very word.

Whoops.

(Crabbe) Precisely.

Who did it? Any leads?

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Oh, now, wait a minute, Inspector. I go along...

She arrived home dead in one of your cars.

D-d-don't look at me. She was fine when she was here.

Define "fine," Mr. Pepper.

Well, she remarked about those flowers. And, uh...

Oh, yeah. She made a date with me.

Commented on the floral decorations, and made an assignation

while bleeding to death!

I repeat, Inspector, she was fine.

Stoned, but fine.

Walkin' about quite happily, eh?

No, lying about quite happily, as it happened.

As what happened?

Well, she was lying on this rug...

Well, people often...

No, they don't.

On this carpet, eh?

[Gasping]

[Groaning]

[Gasping]

Oh, wait a minute, hold on.

Inspector, if my partner says he's innocent, he's innocent!

And remember, I have friends in high places!

So you better lay off of him, because you'll be back

pounding a beat in Blackpool!

[Whispering] If you'd only kept your mouth shut.

Psst.

Examined the knife?

Yes, sir. Uh-huh.

Fingerprints?

Yes, sir.

Whose?

Mine, sir.

Blood?

Yes, sir.

Hers?

Yours, sir.

Mmm?

Yours, sir.

[Both snickering]

Do you find murder humorous, Mr. Salt?

Nobody finds murder humorous, Inspector.

But use your head. Do you think we'd kill someone

and put them in our car to send them home?

I don't know what you think, Mr. Pepper.

But I shall find out.

Sooner or later I shall find out, in my own sweet way.

Out!

Which only goes to prove the hand is still quicker than the eye, sir.

(Policeman #1) Insp. Crabbe's compliments, gentlemen.

He insists we drive you back to your club.

(Pepper) No, we'd much rather walk. We're only a block away.

(Salt) Look, we can walk.

What is this? We don't have to...

[groans]

[Salt sighing]

(Salt) Hey, Chris.

Wake up, sleeping beauty.

[Groaning]

Where are we?

I don't know.

What a shot I got.

Can I ask you something?

What?

Did you kill that girl?

Are you mad?

Well, it is all your fault, you know.

What is my fault?

We could have been in Chicago now

in a nice swinging little club, but no,

you said, let's open a club in beautiful, quiet, sedate, super London.

So what happens?

We got a swinging club and a dead Chinese call girl,

and all hell breaks loose.

You hit one bent cop.

Oh, no, no, no, I didn't hit him. He hit me.

And you know somethin' else?

It's the first time I've ever been innocent,

and I can't take it lying down!

I'm gonna get out of here.

[Dog barking]

Help! Hey!

Can you hold it down just a little?

There's gotta be a way out of here.

Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, Chris, I saw a movie once

where 2 guys were in a cellar like this

and the guy got out by bustin' down the door, right. With karate.

Now I'll see if my karate lessons pay off.

Just watch.

[Yelling]

[Panting]

[Grunting]

Get us a lawyer! We want a lawyer!

Christopher Pepper and Charles Salt, I believe.

Um, I'm Salt, he's Pepper.

I see.

First of all, it wasn't the police who brought you here, it was me.

And who are you?

The name is Balsom. Col. Balsom.

I apologize for the rough treatment.

But I had to make sure you had nothing to do with the death of Mai Ling.

By bashing us over the head, huh?

No, by listening in to your conversation.

Now you wouldn't know it,

but Mai Ling was an absolutely first-class little operator.

She was a call girl, the police told us.

She was also a British intelligence agent.

British intelligence?

Now, normally I wouldn't come into the open like this,

but I believe she was killed because she had vital information.

The point is, did Mai Ling say anything before she died?

Anything at all?

Well, you were with her.

Well, all I can remember, she pointed to some carnations

and she said hyacinths, and then made a date with me.

No, it can't be.

Almost certainly she was trying to get some message across.

So you must remember it exactly.

Well, I can't. What's left of my head is splitting.

Weston. Sir?

Bring in a bottle of scotch. Sir.

I can't overstress how important this is.

I've got it.

Yeah?

She pointed to some flowers and she said, "hollyhocks."

Damn it, man! She wouldn't have been thinking of flowers!

Sir. Whiskey, sir.

This will clear your head.

Cheers.

Aren't you gonna join us, colonel?

I have an ulcer.

[Chuckling] He has an ulcer. So do we.

Oh, for heaven's sake, you don't think it's doped, do you?

Here.

There you are.

Thanks, chum.

That is definitely what the man said, sir.

2 uniformed policemen knocked them unconscious,

dragged them into a car, and then drove off.

If this is the Special Branch treadin' on my corns,

I'll have their guts for garters!

(Woman) Yes?

Get me the commissioner.

Brought the wrong bottle, didn't you, Weston?

Sir, I must have mixed...

You know that job in red China that nobody wanted?

Sir!

Well, I hope you know how to use chopsticks!

Sir!

Dismissed!

Sir.

[Dog barking]

[Sighing]

I won't detain you any longer.

But you can help by trying to remember what Mai Ling said

and by searching for any clues or messages she may have left behind.

Colonel. Colonel, let's get one thing straight now, huh?

We don't want to get mixed up in this thing.

I can give you 4 good reasons why we don't want to get mixed up in this thing.

1: It ain't any of our business!

2: We're nightclub operators.

3: If you want secret agents, then go get James Bond

or those 2 guys on television, the one that plays tennis, you know?

4: Our dance card is filled!

So, ciao, colonel! Let's get out of here.

You may be mixed up in this already.

What do you mean by that?

If the other side thinks Mai Ling talked to you.

Ring this number if anything crops up.

The British government wouldn't be offering 50,000 pounds reward

to anyone who cracks this thing

unless it felt its very existence was at stake.

Existence?

50?

You mean $150,000?

Yes.

Uh, colonel, sir,

you mean to tell me that $150,000 goes to anyone who cracks this thing?

Anyone.

This is urgent, gentlemen.

Mai ILng was my 6th agent murdered in the last 2 weeks.

You mean 1, 2,

3,4,5...

6!

Well, as I always say, colonel,

better to live poor than to die rich.

[Chuckling]

(First sea lord) Finally, prime minister,

I have to report that the polaris crew training program

is well up to schedule.

Thank you.

Well, I think we all find the first sea lord's report most encouraging.

What's next?

Ah, yes. Uh, home secretary.

Prime minister, I have to report that intelligence agent 02,

otherwise known as Mai Ling,

was tonight killed in the Salt & Pepper club, Soho.

Order, gentlemen, please.

Carry on, home secretary.

There is a likelihood that this agent was in possession of important information.

Did she have time to say anything before she died?

I think not, prime minister.

The matter is, of course, being most urgently investigated.

♪ [I like the way you dance by Sammy Davis Jr. playing]

♪ Yes, I like the way you sing ♪

♪ Mmm, I dig the way you swing ♪

♪ And I like the way you move ♪

♪ You know I dig the way you groove ♪

♪ When you stand still my world gets hazy ♪

♪ When you start to move you drive me crazy ♪

♪ Wow, I like the way you walk ♪

♪ Yeah, I dig the way you talk ♪

♪ Yes, I dig the way you groove ♪

♪ And I like the way you move ♪

♪ But when I say stop I don't mean maybe ♪

♪ When I say go sock it to me, baby ♪

♪ Wow, I like the way you dance ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Now stop ♪

♪ go! ♪

♪ Go, blimey! ♪

♪ Oh, sock it me, baby ♪

♪ Sock it, sock it, sock it to me, baby ♪

♪ Oh, I dig the way you groove ♪

♪ And I dig the way you move ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Bring it on down ♪

♪ Bring it on down ♪

♪ Sock it to me, baby ♪

♪ Oh, bring it all up ♪

[All cheering]

♪ Yeah, sock it to me, baby ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Bring it on home ♪

♪ Sock it to me, baby ♪

[Crowd cheering]

(Rack) Col. Woodstock?

Yes, Mr. Rack?

I located Straw.

He's dead, in Salt's dressing room.

[Laughing]

There it is, you beautiful bird, you!

That's what I thought.

Pepper! Pepper! Pepper!

What? What is it?

[Growling]

He's dead, top to bottom.

That's the same guy I saw in my closet. I wasn't imagining things.

How did he get in the bathroom?

Maybe he wasn't feeling well!

Come on, help me get him out. Not me!

Oh, he's about as dead as they come.

[Both grunting]

2 in one night. What are we gonna do?

I don't know, but I tell you one thing. We...

Hello, Inspector!

Inspector.

Excuse me.

Where did you go after leaving my office?

Why?

No, he... he gave them up, remember?

I received a report that you were seen

kidnapped by 2 men in police uniform.

Oh, no, Inspector. We... we just went for a little walk.

Come on, now. What is it?

Trouble with the protection boys, eh?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

Here, who is this?

Well, he's a silent partner.

[Tittering]

Something is going on around here.

But be warned!

I don't miss much, you know, lads.

I'm sorry to have interrupted whatever it was you were hatching.

[Sighing]

I've just passed scared and I've moved into terror.

Let's call Col. Balsom, huh?

No. Remember we decided to live? That's right.

Come on, we gotta find smiley a new home.

(Policeman)may we have your name and address, sir?

Never mind my name. Check the Salt & Pepper club. Right?

In Salt's dressing room.

(Salt) He'll enjoy this trip.

(Pepper) Ok, buddy-boy, you sleep in the tourist coach.

Yes, you had a nice time.

Here we are.

Here we are! Come on.

Get him in there! Easy!

[Both grunting]

He's loaded, all right. Enjoyed it, haven't you?

Don't worry.

In we go!

It's his one night out, you know?

There we are!

There's a good boy. Wonderful!

(Salt) Take him back home.

[People chattering]

There. Make sure you use color!

What do you mean by that?

Live it up! Goodbye!

Goodbye! Have a good trip!

Take it easy, will you?

I was only trying to help.

Chris.

[People clamoring]

That's the guy I saw in the club!

With the scar and twitch, like this!

Stop! Your imagination is running away with you.

That's the guy I saw! You never listen to me!

No.

(Crabbe) All right, open up.

[Knocking on door]

I..-

Oh, no!

Do you have a warrant to live here?

I received a report that a man was shot dead in this room.

Mind if I, uh, look around?

No, as it turns out.

(Pepper) Be our guest.

Now then, what's in these cupboards?

Clothes, mostly.

Clothes, eh?

Costumes.

(Pepper) Winter, summer... aha!

Aye, aye.

Guns, eh?

They're what Charlie uses in the act.

In his what?

I have a permit to use 'em in my act.

Don't let me find you with this gun on the street.

Oh, no, sir. You see, I wear them on stage.

And it's quite amusing when you see it done,

because I walk out and they play music. Western music.

And a lot of twirling, and back and forth, like this.

[Groaning]

I guess I'll never get it.

Sooner or later, I'll get you.

For something!

Why doesn't he arrest his tailor?

That's a good idea.

(Man)what do you say, Ernie?

(Ernie) It's a nice ring, mate. I'll give you 50 quid for it.

(Man)50 quid? The reward's more than that!

(Woman)look, my price is 3 pounds and I don't do no spankin',

I'm not your nanny.

[Knocking on door]

Um...

Uh...

Who is it?

(Crabbe) Who do you think?

Oh.

Anything new?

Same old thing, sir.

Now look here, Walters,

I want you to bug Salt and Pepper

at the first opportunity! Right, sir.

They're up to no good. I can smell it.

Well, go on, Walters. Thank you, sir.

Oh, here, Walters, get this repaired for me, will you?

Go on, jump to it!

Yes, sir.

Huh!

[Gun fires]

Have I got somethin' to lay on you.

Sit down.

Yeah, well, this better be good.

What are you doing?

Put your 20/20's on that, old buddy.

I found it right on this couch.

It obviously belonged to the dead Chinese call girl.

Look at that! It's got everything. Dates, names, numbers, prices.

She was a busy little fortune cookie, wasn't she?

Beats me how she found time to spy.

Look at that list of names.

F.M. Sir Edmund Brisket.

It's our army chief of staff.

Admiral Sir Reginald Greengates.

That's his naval counterpart.

Gen. Mark Rutner.

United States liaison officer for defense.

All right, then who is this cat, Mr. William Dove?

[Sighs]

Odd man out.

Headmaster of Halliwell college. That's my old school.

You're kidding.

But what are these men doing with a call girl?

Oh, come on. How many guesses are you gonna give me?

Yeah, right.

Hey, do you want a taste?

Please.

All right.

In that case, you know,

it really would be unfair to turn this over to balsom or the police.

A thing like this could ruin their careers in a half-minute.

[Snickering] Oh, I can see insp. Crabbe

with that in his hot little fist!

So we destroy it, huh? Get rid of it?

I don't know.

It would be wrong if it was important.

There is one alternative.

What?

I know Brisket and Greengates pretty well.

You know them kind of cats, huh?

My father did.

That's right.

Why don't we pay them an unofficial visit tomorrow?

If they are just clients, we drop it.

If there's more to it, we turn it over to Balsom.

Look, partner, if there is more to it,

you and me are sittin' on a keg of dynamite.

All right, we start in the morning with Admiral Greengates.

♪ [Greengates humming]

[Greengates groaning]

Poor old Greengates.

What do you think it was?

Heart attack, I suppose.

Getting a little old to fool around

with those Chinese chicks. Yeah, I'm hip.

Hey, do you think it's true?

What?

That once you take out a Chinese girl, an hour later you...

No.

All right, what's next?

Well, F.M. Brisket lunches every day at Locke's club.

Let's go!

Will you do me a favor? What?

Will you change that outfit?

Very exclusive club.

Oh, it is, eh?

[Hiccupping]

(Secretary) Oh, Pepper.

Uh, Charlie, this is Maj. Dern... Dernwood.

Dashwood.

I beg your pardon. Our club secretary. This is Charles Salt.

My pleasure.

Delighted, Mr. Salt.

Always glad to see our friends from overseas.

We had an extraordinary nice chappie from, uh, Nigeria

to lunch, only the other...

Um, about 2 years ago.

Well, enjoy yourselves,

have a look around. Thanks.

See you later. Bye-bye.

Cheerio, pip-pip, a bit of all right and all that...

Aren't you overdoing that a little?

Just a pinch.

There he is. F.M. Brisket.

How do you know?

Black glove. Lost a hand during the war.

[Man shoring]

Please don't disturb the field marshal.

He doesn't like it.

I don't know if this means anything or not,

but this is yesterday's newspaper.

Uh...

This is getting to be monotonous!

More than monotonous. Let's get on to Dove.

[Gasping]

What're you playing at, Jenks?

Sorry, Col. Woodstock. Just ch-ch-checking.

Could you tell me where might I find the headmaster?

You'll find him back there in the garden.

Thank you.

Quite a place, isn't it?

Not unlike my old Alma mater.

Harvard, of course.

Of course.

[Birds chirping]

What a place for a sit-in.

Beats me how you started here and wound up in Soho.

(Boy) Good morning, sir.

Can you see me going through life in one of those?

No, I'm all for tradition

so long as somebody else carries it on.

I mean, the next step would have been a bowler...

(Prefect) Fag!

Did he say what I thought he said?

I want 64-penny stamps at once.

Go on, take it. Be quick, let's have it.

Away with you, boy. Buck up!

You see, the older boy's called a prefect.

The younger ones are all called fags.

They run errands and do as they're told.

Oh, that's the lowest, man!

No, no, it's not. I was a fag for 2 years when I was here.

What?

Well, your secret's safe with me, old buddy.

You do promise?

Yes, I do.

Ooh.

I want you to know I greatly appreciate

your motives in coming down here.

Anything you can do to help us, Mr. Dove.

Well, I did know this young person.

But, uh, it may be difficult for you to understand.

But this cloistered, monastic existence, uh...

You don't have to explain, sir.

Oh, oh, but I should explain, perhaps.

I was dining with the Bishop of Risborough down here

at the time you say this poor soul was murdered.

Well, if we decide to show the book to the police, sir,

you won't be in there.

Oh, I'm most gratified.

Good boy, Pepper. Good boy, Pepper.

Thank you, Mr. Salt. Uh, may I?

It's one of my favorites.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, by the way,

a young chap from Nigeria joined the school only this term.

An extraordinarily nice fellow?

No. As a matter of fact, a little beast.

Goodbye, Mr. Dove.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

That proves it. Seems that they were just clients of that chick.

That's what it looks like.

He certainly was grateful.

(Boy) Morning, sir.

I wish I'd had that information when I was at school.

Think of the marks I'd have got.

Well, we'll check the last name on the list, huh?

Gen. Rutner.

Why not?

No harm in having grateful friends high up.

[Car engine starting]

Fag!

You call me that one more...

[chattering]

(Woodstock) Hello. Who's there?

Dove here. 2 men. Trouble!

Salt and Pepper!

Yes, I feared as much when I saw them snooping around the club this morning.

However, we can deal with them.

All right, goodbye.

[Chuckling]

A busy day for you, my friend.

After you kill gen. Rutner,

you will extend the same service

to the messrs. Salt and Pepper.

Find out.

Yes. Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Rutner.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Well?

He's on his way to the green grotto

to have lunch with some German general.

Oh, I see. Well, let's go.

[People chattering]

Hello.

Hey, Chris, let's not take your car today. Why not?

Because it's a 7-passenger car and there's only 2 of us.

Besides, it's ostentatious.

Ostenta... spell it.

Uh, never mind. Let's take my new car.

All right.

Where did you get this?

That's not my new car. There's the car!

(Pepper) Which movie did you get this from?

It's a cute little mother, baby!

It'd make a nice lamp.

(Woman) Hi, Charlie.

Hi. Hop in!

I'm afraid I'll miss.

Nice car you've got. (Salt) Thanks.

(Woman) It's super!

All right, you drive it and I'll burp it.

I tell you, I got the biggest horns in town.

You can say that again.

Put your seat belt on.

Seat belt?

Seat belt. A little music.

Hold on!

♪ [Music playing on car stereo]

[Horn honking]

Sunday driver!

You're going to get us arrested.

Now be... just drive the car, will you?

(Man on radio) We're interrupting the program to bring you a news item.

Gen. Mark Rutner, the chief United States liaison officer

of European defense,

was this afternoon killed when a mystery explosion wrecked his car in Whitehall.

The police are making inquiries.

Wow.

This is more than a coincidence.

What do you mean?

Well, there's Greengates, Brisket, and now Rutner.

Yes.

This is a death list.

Well, it's time to call Col. Balsom, right?

Thank god the other side doesn't know we're involved.

At least it'll stop us from getting a bullet in our back.

[Metal cracking]

What was that? I don't know!

[Metal cracking]

It's a bullet hole!

Well, you'd better... would you keep your eyes on the road?

Oh, oh, oh! Lift up the panel!

Doesn't this pram move at all?

Lift up the panel, will you?

All right, cover off. Cover off!

Press "b."

What for?

Bulletproof panel!

Look at that!

[Laughing]

Hey, you should patent it.

[Laughing]

Wonderful.

[Yelling]

I'd rather have the bullets!

[Tires screeching]

What the hell have you got here?

I don't know! Press that button again!

Ouch!

[Tires screeching]

I can't see anything!

[Tires screeching]

[Car horn honking]

[Gun firing]

Press "n."

What's that?

They're nails. That'll puncture their tires.

[Grunting]

Good shot, sir!

[Cheering]

Oh, no!

[Alarm blaring]

Ah!

I'm glad it's not our neighborhood!

You'd better believe it!

[Gunfire continues]

[Tires screeching]

Turn it off! How?

I don't know! Press "n" again!

I'm Pressing ”n" again!

Good!

[Gun firing]

Press "o."

What'll that do?

It pours out oil. It'll make them skid!

Oil.

[Tires screeching]

We got rid of 'em!

It worked.

[Salt screaming]

Go on, drive. Get us out of here.

[Both screaming]

Hold on!

[Gun firing]

Press "s."

What'll that... Not on your life!

It stands for smoke! It'll blind them!

We've winged them, they're on fire!

All right, get closer! Closer still!

[Gun firing]

Wish you could inhale!

We lost a shoe!

My goodness. We're falling apart!

Next time I'll take the bus!

[Both scream]

Well, I'll see you.

No, wait a minute! We're safe! It floats!

Yes, but do I?

Just wait, you'll see.

Now what're you gonna do?

You'll see. Another surprise!

[Seagulls calling]

They've gone in the water!

Well, we've got 'em now.

Let's hurry up, he's got a whole arsenal up there!

Come on, baby, if you've ever worked for anybody, work for us now.

[Boat motor revving]

Do you ever get the feeling that you just want to lay back

and sort of put your hand in the water?

[Horn honks]

[Water squirting]

[Grunting]

We've sprung a leak!

What's that?

[Muttering]

Hold it!

[Both yelling]

Come on, let's get out of here!

Wait a minute!

[Screams]

What did that little kid do in Holland? I don't know, he...

Oh! He stuck his finger in it, didn't he? That's it!

[Both screaming]

This is the end.

Help! Anybody, help!

Well, what do you want me to press now?

I don't know!

(Salt) Help!

Help! Don't just sit there!

You got them that time!

Well done, let's go.

[Laughing] Look at them!

No sense in sitting here. We might as well...

What now, capt. Bligh?

Swim home?

(Pepper) Col. Balsom, please. Christopher Pepper here.

Ah, good. You remembered.

Remembered? Remembered what?

What a certain unfortunate young oriental said before she died.

What? Oh... oh, that... that.

Ye-yes. Well, I have some very important information now. Not on the phone.

We are not scrambled. We will be in a minute.

Look, I need a bodyguard!

You need 2!

Make that 2!

Not on the phone!

Now listen carefully.

You will be contacted.

What did he say?

We'll be contacted!

Look, Charlie, here on in, it's just you and me.

We have to stick together like leeches!

Like glue. Togetherness!

Like glue! We...

[knocking on door]

Don't answer that.

Could be from Balsom.

So fast?

Here goes.

Easy, buddy.

Who is it?

Marianne Renaud.

Don't you know this... oh, hi!

May I come in?

I was just passing and wanted a nice quiet drink, so I wondered...

Don't you think I'll just leave!

What about togetherness? What about we were never to be alone,

like leeches, like glue, never alone?

What does this look like?

I can't wait to...

Don't you ever think of anyone else?

Get out!

Well, what do you think of it?

Hmm.

It's gorgeous!

[Gasps]

Pepper!

Pepper!

Pepper!

Pepper, that girl. She's in my room again.

That Chinese girl is there!

She's been dead for 2 days.

I know that, but now she's being dead in there!

So sorry, wrong hotel, forgive me.

All right, I made a mistake, they all look alike to me.

Can't tell one from another.

Now wait a minute.

How did she get in your apartment, and why?

I don't know, but...

Look, she was laying right in here.

She was laying right there.

Where?

Right here on the rug!

I walked in my door and there she was, laying here

with her hand up there...

That's a funny place to put a compact!

Can't open it, either.

It's probably a time bomb. A time...

It's ticking! What?

Chris, it's ticking!

It is ticking!

I just said that!

What is a compact when it ticks?

It's no time for riddles!

It's a time bomb! Water! Help!

No, not in the water! It'll explode!

I read it in newsweek!

Did it also tell you what to do when someone throws one at you?

It's your bomb! I don't want it!

Don't give it to me!

Wait for me!

Hurry up!

Excuse me!

I may have to break our date!

Look out!

No!

Here, Chris!

Where?

I gave it to you! Oh, god!

What is this?

What is happening?

[Yelling]

The drain! The drain!

[Car engine revving]

It's in there!

[Car horn honking]

Mr. Salt! Mr. Pepper!

One moment, please!

There, then, what did you put down that drain?

Oh, a-antiseptic, sir. Sewers stink!

Inspector, move your car!

I will not move my car!

Inspector, move your car!

You two are up to something!

And if necessary, I shall stay here until doomsday!

(Both) Doomsday!

[Brakes squealing]

Do me a favor.

(Walters) Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Walters here, sir.

We have bugged Salt and Pepper's apartment, sir.

(Crabbe) Oh, that's good. Everything ok, Walters?

Oh, yes, yes, everything's ok, sir.

You can let them go, sir.

Lovely!

Doesn't look too good.

Now how do you suppose he sprung us so fast?

I haven't the faintest idea!

Why don't we brush our teeth and leave London for a while?

That's a good idea, Ollie.

I mean, it's a nice place to visit, but I don't want to die here.

Oh, Walters, breakfast.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

Did you, uh, search their flats?

Oh, yes, sir. No dope, ammunition, contraband, absolutely nothing, sir.

Nothing at all, sir. Oh, we did find this, though, sir.

It was under Pepper's mattress.

A compact, eh? So he likes women.

Yes. There's only one thing, sir. It won't open, sir.

It's a cheap compact, so he likes cheap women.

You'd better let them have it back, sir.

And let them know we've searched without a warrant? Nit!

The commissioner, sir. Look!

What? Oh!

Good morning, commissioner, sir.

You are an early bird, sir, if I may say so, sir.

What's this I hear about your car being blown up?

True, true, if I may say so, sir.

A write-off. I shall need a new one.

Insp. Crabbe, police officers

who allow their cars to get blown up

will, in future, ride bicycles.

Do I make myself clear?

[Alarm ringing]

Damn! I knew she'd be gone.

Well, I could have won another 5 pounds.

[Grunts]

[Yells]

Shh, shh, you're bugged!

Bugged? I am mortified!

Don't you know where I'm from?

I don't know where you're from, but this definitely ain't a love-in!

I'm from Col. B.!

No, Balsom!

Shh.

That'll fix their eardrums.

Here, you better take one, too.

They've probably bugged your apartment, too.

Who? Insp. Crabbe.

Oh, that's grand.

Now, gentlemen, do you have a report for me for Col. Balsom?

[Screeching]

[Screeching stops]

[Screeching resumes]

Walters!

You have allowed

3 of the greatest defense brains in Britain to be murdered.

Now wait a minute, lady.

I mean, ain't there no chance of getting us any protection at all?

None.

And if the others don't get you, Col. Balsom will.

If the others don't get us...

Col. Balsom will.

Thus 2 attempts to dispose of

Charles Salt and Christopher Pepper have failed, prime minister.

I think you'll find all the relevant details there.

And that's all I've got for you.

Thank you, home secretary.

With the deaths of Admiral Greengates,

M.M. Brisket, and Gen. Rutner,

it's no exaggeration to say

that Great Britain is now a ship without a rudder.

You've heard that intelligence

is striving to discover what's happening.

So far, without success.

But I should like to return to these 2 gentlemen:

Charles Salt and Christopher Pepper.

Don't keep saying you installed the bugs correctly. Listen.

[Screeching]

I can't understand it, sir.

[Screeching]

Shall we try Salt's apartment, sir?

Good idea, Walters.

(Salt)say, did you plant that bomb in the police station,

like I told you, Chicago Phil?

[Mimicking gangster] Yeah, I did that, Charlie, just the way you said.

And you know something, it was easy.

Right in the police station, and it's gonna go off with a big bang!

You mean, you planted it in the police station?

Yeah, that should fix your friend

insp. Crabbe very good, sweetheart!

Walters.

Sir?

I think we must evacuate the station.

Evacuate the station!

Everybody out!

[Shrieks] Evacuate the station!

Women and children first!

It was a hoax, all right.

We've been through the place with a toothcomb!

A hoax!

Salt and Pepper!

Come on, Walters, get some work done!

Get these people moving!

(Policeman) Clear the street!

Well, you really goofed that time, didn't you?

[Mimicking gangster] Maybe we did.

Hmm, but I got a surprise for you, boss.

We planted a second bomb.

A second bomb?

How did you get it in the police station?

Easy. One of the searchers is our man.

Evacuate the station!

No, we've got no time for that now, Walters!

And there's no time for that either, sergeant!

Evacuate the station!

[Ringing]

Christopher Pepper here.

(Man) Pepper, you and Salt report immediately

to Gilbert's barbershop, 21 Soho Lane.

Ask for a close shave.

There's a couple of beauties.

And a pound of tomatoes.

A pound of tomatoes, love?

Did Balsom say why he wanted us to meet him in a barbershop?

He did not.

How much do you tip for being murdered?

I tell you, there's no bomb there!

And I tell you there is!

You find the bloody thing, then!

Well, don't just stand there, go and get the place cleaned up!

Well, don't just stand there, go and get the place cleaned up.

[In gangster accent] Don't just stand there, go and get the place cleaned up.

[Snickering]

Good morning.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

2 close shaves.

Yes, but not too close.

Sit down, sir.

I saw a movie once where 2 guys went into a barbershop,

and they sat down in the chair...

What happened?

They were...

[both yelling]

Good morning, sir. Can I help you, sir?

Haircut, sir? Sit down, sir, you're next.

Where are they?

Who?

The 2 men that just came in here.

Nobody here. Take a look for yourself.

Hey, uh,

do you remember that movie you were telling me about?

Yeah?

The 2 men in the barber chairs?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, do me a favor. Don't tell me the ending.

Don't worry, I won't.

Where are we?

I don't know.

But wherever we are, it's not one of their best rooms.

It ain't got no windows.

It's a ship's cabin. It's been hours.

That cat drugged us after we went into the barber chair.

Your friend Balsom goes too far!

He's no friend of mine, and this doesn't smack of Balsom.

You said he called.

I assumed he called. I could be wrong.

All right, the only thing left for US to do is to get out of here.

That's very easy.

I saw this movie once...

Oh, no.

Now listen, please.

In the movie, when the guys fell into a thing,

funnily enough they fell into a ship, right?

And then, the guys were locked into a cabin.

And one of the guys heard the guys walking down the hallway.

He turned around and gave it...

I wouldn't do that if I were you, you'll fall right on your...

As I was saying, he walked in,

unsuspecting of the guys inside.

The guy inside turned around...

[Grunts]

Brilliant!

It's nice to know I'm not just another pretty face!

Let's get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong?

Nuclear missiles.

What?

We're on a polaris submarine.

So?

That means we're safe, Charlie boy.

We are?

This is a Royal Navy sub.

It might be the Royal Navy sub to you,

but to me, it's the Boston tea party.

Let's get out of here, huh?

Uh-oh, these are some of my people.

Hello, lieutenant.

[Both grunting]

(Salt) Your people?

Look at this, will you?

Read that.

"Instructions for r-day:

"The Hercules will, as a warning, fire one nuclear missile

"at the uninhabited island of maccraw.

"The British government will have then

"30 minutes in which to resign.

"Failure to do this will necessitate the fi...

"Failure to do this will necessitate

"the firing of a second missile

at a densely populated area of the British Isles."

It's a revolution.

What?

It's a damn revolution!

Chris. Let's get out of here.

Before one of your people Kills

one of my people, which is namely me!

Tell me, how the hell do you get out of a submarine?

I don't know, but the quicker the better.

He's yours!

Charge!

[Both grunting]

Over there. This way. Follow me.

[Phone buzzes]

It's for you.

[Both laughing]

Now, wait a minute.

It's only fair for me to warn you

that these are lethal weapons!

[Exclaiming]

[Machine whirring]

[Yelps]

[Alarm ringing]

Are you all right? Yeah, I'm all right.

Turn off that damn machine.

[Grunts]

[Whirring stops]

Come on.

(Both) Well!

[Both groaning]

[Both yelling]

Rule britannia!

And a yankee doodle dandy!

Voila!

[Siren blaring]

See anything?

Nothing on deck, sir.

Well, shoot on sight. They mustn't escape alive. Come on, this way.

They've been on deck, we must be on the surface.

[Siren continues blaring]

[Yells]

(Woodstock) Right, come on, this way!

We must get them now!

Can you swim?

No, I can't swim!

Go on, get them!

I can swim!

[Both yelling]

What the...

Look, there they are, get them!

[Machine gun firing]

[Man chattering]

[Whistle blowing]

[Dog barking]

Let's go.

[Whistle blowing]

[Dog continues barking]

Over here.

[Salt yelling]

[Water splashing]

[Salt exclaims]

Now this is a sewer!

That's all we need.

I wonder who owns it.

[Water dripping]

There's only one left.

Good work.

That's the river down there. We'll never get out that way.

Tell you what, let's hole up in here.

They'll think we got away. Daylight, we make our break.

Ok.

2 guys were...

Nobody there, sir.

Follow me, this way.

All right, flash your light over there.

There's no sign of them here.

All right, take your group and search the river area.

The rest, follow me. They mustn't escape.

[Salt coughing]

There you are.

Chris? What?

Is this a nightmare?

I hope so.

There's only one thing I want to know, though. What?

Am I in yours, or are you in mine?

I know it's late in the day, prime minister.

I know that my remarks may sound treasonable.

But one cannot control the dictates of one's conscience,

and mine would not allow me to proceed with the plan as outlined.

And what is your alternative, home secretary?

I'll go ahead with the threat, but no further.

And if the threat fails?

Then we fail.

Not good enough.

We cannot, must not fail.

Now, gentlemen,

we have to decide on which British city the atomic missile is to fall,

should it unhappily be found necessary to fire.

[Birds chirping]

[Chuckling]

Am I glad to see you.

Well, this had better be good, dragging me out at this hour.

Well, try this, colonel.

Last night we were kidnapped and taken aboard a polaris submarine.

Taken aboard what?

A British polaris submarine, called the Hercules.

The Hercules? She's been at sea for months.

I beg your pardon, she's in a field 5 miles down the road.

A 9,000-ton submarine?

On dry land? Yeah.

In a field?

Surrounded by barbed wire, guys with guns, dogs, and tanks.

What he's trying to say is she's under the utmost security.

Fascinating.

Any idea what it's doing there?

Very simply, revolution.

Revolution.

They are going to fire an atomic missile

into a desolate island in the hebrides.

Whatever for?

[Groans]

To show their strength.

Then they're going to ask the government to resign.

If they refuse, they're going to send a second missile

into an inhabited area.

They told you all this, of course. Yeah.

Who are they?

The guys you told us if we ran into, to get in touch with you.

Well, we ran into them.

On the Hercules?

On the Hercules.

In a field?

In a field.

We have proof on... Show him the paper.

Why didn't I think of that?

Of course we can... hurry up.

Oh. Remember when we were in the water up to here,

you had one match, we couldn't see, I lit...

That was the paper.

No paper.

No paper.

No paper, huh?

No, there's no paper.

But you could produce the submarine?

Now that we can do.

Why not produce it now?

I can hardly wait.

Well, come on!

Will you come on?

(Salt) Where did they all go?

I mean, the jeeps, the guys with the guns, and the dogs?

And the submarine?

The submarine! We know where that is!

Right down the road. Come on.

Well, ain't you comin'?

[Ducks quacking]

(Salt) Where is it?

(Salt) What the...

She was lying right here.

I-I-it's gone.

(Balsom) Submerged, perhaps?

I tell you, it was right here, colonel.[Cow mooing]

The cow can tell you that. It...

Cows can't talk. Colonel, wait!

Colonel, wait a second!

Colonel, colonel, you've got to believe us.

Besides everything else, they're trying to Kill us.

Well, then, they can't be all bad, can they?

It's a miracle the mock-up submarine was dismantled in time.

I hope this doesn't slow our men down on their training program.

Salt and Pepper should never have been taken aboard anyway.

It wasn't intended they should be.

A mistake was made, sir.

These last few hours are vital.

Those men must be found and silenced.

Permanently silenced.

[Bell tolling]

We're clutching at Straws, prime minister,

looking for any kind of lead.

Find one, Balsom, and don't fail me.

Need I say more?

(Walters) Hey, Inspector! Inspector. Inspect...

Do you mind, Walters?

I'm terribly sorry, sir. Look sir, we... we just caught a man, sir.

Trying to smuggle 2 parcels into Salt and Pepper's up the fire escape.

I'm... I'm afraid the man got away, sir, but we got the parcels, sir.

Both addressed to Salt and Pepper.

This may be the key. Dope? Drugs?

Contraband.

Exactly, Walters. Come along to the station.

Right.

It seems I'm surrounded by incompetents.

Sorry, sir,

but the police must have been watching the place

and they took the bombs off me.

Oh, go on. Not likely.

Now, about you.

Do you think, uh...

Do you think Pepper suspects you at all?

Not for a minute.

[Whistling]

My partner. My partner.

Where does he find the time?

(Marianne) Women are expected to be changeable creatures.

So who am I to change our image?

Well, I think that's very wise. As a rule...

But it's just that...

Did I ask for a drink?

No, but I did.

♪ [Music playing]

You don't need the music, either.

Don't need the music.

Come here.

Tell me.

Can you only deal with women by numbers?

Well, uh, it's just that...

Oh, come now, Mr. Pepper, where's that celebrated cool?

I just blew it.

[Marianne moaning]

(Marianne) Well, shall we try it again, then?

[Marianne continues moaning]

(Marianne) Oh, no...

You've been bugging again, Crabbe, despite my specific orders!

But you cannot use normal methods in this area, commissioner!

I get 90 percent of my information this way, sir.

If you'll allow me, sir.

Listen.

[Salt imitating gangster] Hey, boss, I gota little newsflash for you.

We planted another bomb in the police station.

Evacuate the...

No, don't you worry, sir.

I'm up to their little tricks.

They know that I'm buggin' 'em.

This is their idea of fun.

You sure?

Absolutely, sir.

[Chuckling] There... there are no bombs in this station!

Now you relax, commissioner, Sir.

Have a cup of tea while you're here. Walters.

I can definitely assure you, sir,

there are no bombs in this station.

Oh, yes, commissioner,

Salt and Pepper hoaxed us twice yesterday, as I expect you heard.

You can take it from me, sir, that today there is nothing to worry about!

[Bomb exploding]

I was only kidding!

[Siren wailing]

[Whispering] Pepper!

Why did you really come by, hmm?

For 2 reasons.

That's the first.

I like the first.

That's a nice reason.

[Gun fires]

Hey, there's Dovel!

(Salt) So what? We're leaving London, remember?

We've got to warn him. He's the only one left alive on that list.

Oh, come on, let's get the plane tickets.

Look, there's the girl.

The one who planted the bomb in your place.

Well, do you still want to warn him?

She may be going to kill him.

Yeah, maybe he's on their side.

And that's why he's walking around alive. Now let's get out of here!

Charlie, we know the score!

Chris, we... we tried to blow the whistle, nobody listened to us!

Now, what more can we do?

Follow Dove and the girl. No!

We've taken enough chances.

Charlie,

this may be difficult for you to understand, but...

It may sound funny, corny,

but once in a while, I get awfully British.

There are a million lives at stake.

You understand?

It's ok. You go ahead.

Yeah.

(Salt) Hey!

Glad to see you.

Glad to see you, too.

Well, I didn't want to get on the plane, you know.

I don't wanna be the first one in. You can't even get a drink.

Yeah, it's very difficult.

Yeah, it always is. Come on.

Follow that car! Why?

Why? Because they're the bad guys, dumdum.

And hurry!

(Pepper) Williamsport military training college?

What's he going in there for?

Maybe he wants to get his rifle cleaned.

What?

Mmm?

Hello.

What's up, lads? What are you doing up there, then?

I, uh...

...I... I was just showing my American friend

some of the more beautiful English sights.

In that case, I suggest Piccadilly Circus.

This is government property.

Right you are, constable.

Right you are, sir. Absolutely right.

Ah, Dove. And how is our new minister of education?

Well, thank you, prime minister.

Splendid. Make yourself comfortable.

There's tea and some rather nasty sandwiches over there.

Oh, thank you. I don't mind if I do.

[Inaudible]

I think Balsom would be very interested in this.

Yes.

Incredible, inexcusable inefficiency!

They know nothing, prime minister.

They're just 2 frightened men who've gone into hiding.

You'd better be right, Woodstock.

[Birds chirping]

(Radio announcer)And now your afternoon news.

The atomic submarine Hercules docked at Holy Loch this morning.

The submarine, which is the first to be equipped

with Britain's new long-range atomic missiles...

That's it! What's it? What?

That's what Mai Ling said.

She didn't say "Hollyhock," she said "Holy Loch."

What was that date?

Uh, June 3.

Holy Loch, June 3.

The polaris docks, then they hijack her.

Balsom! I'm gonna use that phone down the road.

See if you can hear any more. All right.

A warrant has been issued for the arrest

of Christopher Pepper and Charles Salt.

Salt, the entertainer, is believed to be of African descent.

The charges relate to unauthorized possession

and use of high explosives.

Scotland yard is now conducting extensive inquiries...

Get out!

Sorry, just passing through.

Marvelous car, marvelous!

Well? I can't get him. I'll call the police.

No, no, no don't you do that. Come out here.

They've got a warrant for our arrest out.

Why? On account of the bomb.

I heard it on the radio just now.

Well, in that case, Charlie boy, we are on our own.

On our own? You mean,

you and me against all of them guys?

You're looking at a very unhappy African.

What? Oh, never mind.

The mother and all 4 babies are doing well.

And on that cheerful note, we end this news.

Now please tune infor our next news at 9:00.

[Crackling]

(Announcer on t.V.) People of Great Britain,

here is an announcement of the greatest importance.

You are asked to tune in to the unused channel 14 at 7:00 tonight,

when the prime minister will address the nation.

I'm not speaking at 7:00 tonight, am I?

N-n-no, prime minister.

[Seagulls crying]

[Man talking over bullhorn]

Relief crew has reported aboard, sir.

What relief crew?

Sir, the crew which is just coming down.

Do as you're told and nobody will get hurt.

I said do as you're told and nobody will get hurt.

Where are you going?

Uh...

We're one of them. We're going inside.

Who?

One of the... one of the guys of the submarine.

You know, one of you.

The bomb.

Show me your numbered pass.

Oh, just forgot it, did we?

I tell you, I usually have it in my...

[Grunting]

You get better all the time!

My pleasure!

Will you watch it?

Come on, leave it.

Take him off the leash. Come on.

(Woodstock) The first results show

that the whole nation is primed.

Despite official denials, millions will be tuned in to watch you.

Splendid.

(Fake prime minister) Corporal!

(Woodstock) Prime minister, I forgot to tell you.

The lever to signal the Hercules to launch the missile

will be next to you in the T.V. Booth. Understood.

As soon as the outgoing prime minister

has announced the government's resignation,

you'll be joined here by your personal guard

and may then proceed to number 10 downing street.

The end of a long dream, eh, Woodstock? Yes, sir.

Well, let's get on with it. Right, sir.

A missile! Those guys must be nutty as fruitcakes!

Right.

Left! Shoot!

Salt! What?

My pleasure!

Hold it!

[Groans]

Hold it!

Don't use that gun.

I want them alive. And find out how they got in here.

Right, sir.

There's got to be a way though, Chris.

We're still alive, aren't we?

I don't know why.

Hey! What?

Why the television?

Prime minister, 2 minutes to telecast, sir.

Right.

Excellent! But I still think we should put more emphasis

on our doing it for the people.

Our love of them.

I don't know why we need all this sentimental stuff.

Oh, it's easy to seize power, Bob,

but it's easier to hang on to it if they're happy.

All right, all right, I'll do as you suggest.

Well, good luck. Thank you.

Either nothing will happen at all

or it's just some crazy advertising stunt.

If it is, the advertisers can expect a very nasty budget.

Ah, thank you, Thomas.

The top switch, sir.

Now we've got the fuse, the dust.

Now we grind the heads of the matches into a fine powder,

we mix with the dust, put the fuse in,

compress it all very tightly...

What are you raving about?

The smallest bomb in the world!

We can blow that door lock off like that!

Ah, it's nearly 7:00.

Do you know something, Charlie?

What?

This just might work.

(Technician)stand by, sir, the telecast is about to begin.

You're on now, Sir.

People of Great Britain, this is your prime minister speaking.

It's Bob Weedingham!

I claim to be your prime minister

because I and my new cabinet colleagues

will shortly be taking the reins

of government from the hands of those

who are leading this beloved nation of ours

to a new war and inevitable nuclear annihilation.

Has he gone mad?

I must tell you frankly that, in order to save our country,

we are forced toresort to extreme measures.

A specially trained crew of our supporters

has therefore seized the royal navypolaris submarine Hercules.

Damn it, those idiots did know something!

I am giving the incumbent prime minister exactly 30 minutes

in which to publicly tender his resignation.

Failing this, with the deepest regret,

I shall pull this lever which you now see.

This is a signal, which will order the Hercules

to destroy with a nuclear missile

one large center of population

somewhere in the British Isles.

A truly dreadful threat.

But better a million dead now than our whole nation eventually destroyed.

Lest anyone think that this is some idle bluff,

I am now signaling the submarine

[machine beeping]

To fire an atomic missile

at the uninhabited island of maccraw in the outer hebrides.

Hurry up, will you? Yeah.

Now let's get these matches and light the fuse.

Come on, give me one of the good matches, will you?

What? Yeah. One of the good matches.

Um, Charlie.

Yeah?

I ground them all up for the bomb.

That's good, give me one of the...

You ground them all up for the bomb?

We ain't got one left? We don't.

Nothing in the box?

You told me to grind them up. I know, I know.

Oh...

I can't get over it! The one...

Now that's what I call karate!

[Grunting]

(Salt) Psst.

Hey, over here.

[Groaning]

[Yells]

Thank you.

Not me, you dummy!

(Pepper) Charlie!

[Grunting]

Aha, you dare to challenge the Marquis de vain? Aha!

"Beat, pass, send you aslant, asprawl then as I end the refrain"...

Aha, watch this one, baby! Here it comes! "Thrust home!"

Yuck!

Pepper!

Pepper!

Pepper! Where are you?

Pepper!

(Pepper) Over here!

What are you doing in that tower?

I saw this movie once, where 2 guys were...

[shouting]

We will bring you peace and prosperity such as you have never known,

a guaranteed future for your children.

[Grunting]

What took you so long?

I told you not to wander away. You ok?

Yeah. Let's get out.

Good.

I'm sure that when you, my people, learn of our intentions,

you will welcome us with open arms.

Strike!

All right, I'll be down.

[Gun fires]

Where? Your right!

Sergeant! Sir.

All right, use your weapons.

But don't shoot to Kill.

I still want them alive. All right?

[Whispering] Pepper!

Pepper!

[Gasps]

[Groaning]

Gone will be all talk and threats of war.

We shall return to a secure and peaceful way of life.

[Grunting]

Salt!

[Pepper grunting]

[Twanging]

I-I'm sure that, uh, we can rely on your support.

1, 2, 3!

[Machine gun firing]

And at that time, I...

Stop!

Do you ever hear of big Bertha?

Yeah!

Well, this is a long shot.

[Gun fires]

What are you gonna do?

[Grunting] It's our only hope.

Come on, baby!

[Bullets riccocheting]

[Gunfire continues]

For god's sake, pull that lever and release the missile.

Wait, I've given my word.

If you don't do it now, you idiot, then I will.

How dare you threaten the prime minister?

[Grunting]

[Both laughing]

[Crowd cheering]

All right, thank you very much for a great welcome!

All I can say is that it's great to be back home!

(Man) 3 cheers for Sir Christopher and Sir Charles!

Hip hip...

(All) Hurrah!

Hip hip...

Hurrah!

Hip hip...

All right, see you tonight! See you tonight!

(Salt) Bye!

See you later.

Here, these are for you.

[Crowd chattering]

Well, Sir Charles, how does it feel?

Well, Sir Christopher, it feels absolutely beautiful!

Doesn't it, though?

I tell you, I can't get over it!

Hey, that was a nice thing you did for Crabbe.

What's a new Jaguar among friends?

And he promises to be our friend now.

I can't get over it. You and me at the palace.

Something, wasn't it?

They were so nice to us.

Oh, they're such nice people. Natural, charming.

And he's much taller than I ever imagined.

No taller than you today.

Thanks, Chris.

And he was interested in all the things we did!

Did you see him? Compact time bomb!

I thought he was gonna take it apart!

I've never seen...

What is it?

Wait a minute.

How did that get in my pocket?

I haven't seen that since the Chinese... it's ticking!

Oh, Charlie, will you stop... it's ticking!

Oh, don't be silly. You don't...

It is ticking!

[Both yelling]

Over here, man come on, hurry up!

Clear the street! Over here!

The drain!

[People screaming]

[Horn honking]

Oh, no!

One moment please, gentlemen, Sir Charles.

(Both) Move your car!

No, it's quite all right, gentlemen. I'm allowed to park here now.

(Both) He won't listen.

But I'd like to thank you. She's a beauty!

Oh...

Here he comes!

♪ [Salt & Pepper by Sammy Davis Jr. playing]

♪ You and I are Salt and Pepper ♪

♪ you and I are eggs and bacon ♪

♪ and unless I'm much mistaken ♪

♪ we're coffee and cream ♪

♪ We would seem o be sky and sunshine ♪

♪ we need both to make either one shine ♪

♪ you can't name a famous duo ♪

♪ to compare with me and you-o ♪

♪ you and I are great together ♪

♪ so we face our fate together ♪

♪ so in tune they'll wonder ♪

♪ whether we 're Rogers and Han' ♪

♪ if we part, there will be no show, sir ♪

♪ but together there are no two closer, no, sir ♪

♪ we blendlike chocolate and malt ♪

♪ salt and pepper ♪

♪ yeah, pepper and salt ♪

♪ You know the next time, I'm gonna get the girl ♪

♪ That's definite ♪