You can't borrow any more chairs! There's only one left in here now...
- and I need that to sit on! - What?
Sorry.
Who are you?
My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.
Oh, yes, the new boy from next door.
My name's Lime. Harvey Lime.
Welcome to Expediting.
Would you mind if I borrowed your computer console?
I'll let you have it back in 10 minutes.
You want to take my console into your office?
Yes, just for a few minutes.
I'll tell you what...
you tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you.
I'm a bit of a whiz on that thing.
All right.
- I need information on a woman named... - A woman?
- I see. - Yes.
I know her age and distinguishing marks, but I need an address, her place of work.
This your dream girl, is it?
Look, let me use your console.
You must be joking.
When there's a woman involved, there's no stopping me.
Let's have that sheet.
Sod it, it's broken!
But you haven't switched it on.
Oh, yes.
You're putting me off standing there. Go back to your office.
I'll give you a knock when I've finished.
Go on, I'm not going to elope with her.
All right.
Sam!
Sam.
Don't go.
Please.
Well?
- Computers are my forte. - Let me see.
"Gillian Layton. Coloring: White. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5'4".
"Distinguishing scar on left..."
Is this all you've got?
Best to take things slowly where some women are concerned.
Let me see.
Hey, that's mine!
"Layton.
"Truck driver. All inquiries...
"reference officer 412IL. Room 5001."
Lowry, glad I caught you...
Send that back. Settling down? I want this order rescinded.
There's a query about a personnel transporter you took out from the pool.
Or was it a personnel carrier you took?
Send that up to Security. Anyway, tidy it up, there's a good chap.
Get a new suit. You want the lift?
Can I help you?
I'm looking for Officer 412IL.
He won't be very long now.
I thought so.
You may go in now.
Not that one. That one.
Yes.
Excuse me, are you officer 412IL?
Excuse me!
Jack!
I heard you were coming aboard. Congratulations.
- DZl015. - Thanks.
Are you officer 412IL?
That's me. For Sam.
- A very happy Christmas. - Thanks, Jack.
- You're settling in all right? - Yes, fine.
I need some information.
This is Information Retrieval, not Information Dispersal.
Amy, don't throw the ball around in here.
I'm not Amy, I'm Holly. Did I call you Amy, darling? I'm sorry.
- A triplet? - One of them, I think.
Barbara's taken the other two Christmas shopping.
You're not gonna keep calling her Barbara, are you?
Why not? Barbara's a perfectly good name, isn't it? Don't you like it?
Yes, it's fine.
Come on, let's get these together.
I need to find out about a woman.
Come on, Chloe, let's show Uncle Sam how we make the word "cat."
- Shall we? - I'm Holly.
Sorry, love. So you are.
This is her.
Layton. Oh, shit.
- How much do you know about this? - Not much.
- What does B58l732 mean to you? - Buttle.
I knew it. You always were bloody quick.
Who else knows?
Warrenn? Helpmann?
I don't know. I only know you got the wrong man.
Information Transit got the wrong man.
I got the right man. The wrong man was delivered to me as the right man.
I accepted him on good faith as the right man.
Was I wrong?
You killed Buttle?
There are rigid parameters laid down to prevent such things happening.
It wasn't my fault that Buttle's heart condition wasn't on Tuttle's file.
How are you getting on?
- I really need to know about... - Tuttle?
We'll bring Tuttle in...
and interrogate him at the same voltage as Mr. Buttle.
And juggle the books in electrical banking.
- What has Tuttle done? - We suspect him of freelance subversion.
Freelance subversive?
Then all I need to wrap up the case is the Layton woman.
- What has she done? - She witnessed the Tuttle... Buttle arrest.
Since then she's been going around making wild allegations...
trying to exploit the situation.
She's working for someone, and I don't think it's us.
Terrorist?
Mr. Lint, the next customer has been delivered.
- Thank you, Myrtle. - What're you gonna do about Layton?
I put her on the detention list. Security should have her here before 6:00.
What, here?
So that she can spill the beans inside the department?
Don't do that.
Why don't I try and get to her for you? I'll...
- I'll deactivate her. - What does that mean?
I want nothing unsavory.
Trust me, Jack.
Come on, put these away. Mommy will be back.
Let me have her file.
Trust me, Jack.
All right.
But for Christ's sake, don't lose it.
You sit down there, darling.
- Don't worry, I'll get to her. - You'll never get anywhere in a suit like that.
Here.
Try this.
- Bye-bye. - 'Bye.
But, Jack, I...
Put it on, big boy. I won't look at your willy.
Let him go.
Come on.
Shit!
Oi!
- Come out of there. - What?
That's the Deputy Minister's lift.
Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
Come here, sonny. Let's see your ID card.
My ID?
Oh, God!
This isn't my suit.
Look, my name's Lowry, Sam Lowry.
- Look, really, can't this wait? - No, sir.
I'm going to have to fill in a report on this.
Now, then, what is the date today?
It's the... Oh, God, it'll have to wait!
You, stop!
Stop!
Well done, men. Quick thinking.
Excellent work.
I'll take charge of her now.
Good.
Okay.
It's a classified matter.
I'll include your fine handling of the situation in my report.
Great.
Merry Christmas, Dawson.
Come along with me, please.
Okay, thanks. Well done, men.
Excellent. Good turnout. Very good, thank you.
Just keep moving.
Hey, stop!
Come back here.
Pick up all these things.
Come on, pick them up.
Disgraceful.
Can't you even...
You illiterate foreign pig!
You come over here from your own filthy country...
and mess up our streets.
God!
Well done! Let's go!
What are you doing? For Christ's sake, keep moving!
Get out of my cab.
What? Just drive!
- You've touched me. Nobody touches me. - What do you...
Please, drive on! Drive on, will you?
Shit. Move over, I'll drive.
Don't touch that! Don't touch anything!
It's okay, Officer. Thank you. I've got everything under control.
Oh, shit!
Listen, please drive. Trust me. You are in terrible danger.
You're an embarrassment.
Please drive. Trust me.
Drive and I'll explain everything.
Please, get out of my cab.
I'm sorry, I...
Okay, you've asked for it. I'm Information Retrieval Officer...
DZl105 and I'm arresting you so...
drive on, or I'll blast your fucking head off!
Go!
Look, I'm sorry about that. I mean, touching you without permission.
Hello, my name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.
I've been...
You won't believe this. I know it will sound incredible...
but I've been dreaming about you.
No, not like that. I mean, I love you.
I mean, in my dreams, I love you and...
Extraordinary, isn't it?
Anyway...
You don't believe me, do you?
You probably think I'm bonkers, right? Mad, raving.
No! I think you're very attractive.
What?
Yeah. Sit back. Let me have a look at you.
Oh, yeah.
Good looking, sexy. Just my type.
I don't believe you.
Why not?
Well, I just don't deserve such terrific luck.
You're damn right.
You don't trust me, do you?
My God, we shouldn't have come here! I've got a job to do.
But they'll be lying in wait!
Christ, you're paranoid. You got no sense of reality.
Wait!
We should take the lorry and get away! Yeah, where to?
Anywhere. As fast as possible. There isn't anywhere.
Just far away. It's not far enough.
Jill!
What's in the parcel?
A Christmas present.
It's heavy.
Heavy Christmas present.
If you don't trust me, open it.
No, it's fine.
I'd spoil the wrapping.
Anyway, if I want you to trust me, it's only fair that I should trust you.
Doesn't it bother you, the sort of things you do at Information Retrieval?
Suppose you'd rather have terrorists.
How many actual terrorists have you met, Sam?
- Actual terrorists? - Yeah.
It's only my first day.
A roadblock.
- What're we gonna do? - Stay calm.
Don't slow down! Don't stop!
Please, do as I say. Go straight ahead. Go!
What the fuck are you doing, you stupid...
We did it! We broke right through them!
Faster! Don't let them see you. Just go!
Keep going! Faster!
- Please, get your foot down! - Stay off of me!
Go faster!
What if we lose the house? Don't touch anything!
Don't touch that!
We did it! We did it!
Oh, no!
What would you like for Christmas?
My own credit card.
Why have we come here? Go away.
- Why don't we go back to my flat? - Forget it.
You don't trust me?
Trust you? A man who hijacks my truck, loses me my job...
has every security man in town looking for me? Of course I do.
I was only trying to help. Yeah!
I don't trust you either. What's in that parcel?
You saved it from the lorry. It must be very special.
I saved you from the lorry. You're not very special.
- I'm gonna open it. - Don't touch it.
Sam!
It's me...
and Shirley.
Mrs. Terrain!
That should hold it. Sam?
Hello, Shirley.
What's happened to you now?
My complication had a little complication.
But Dr. Chapman says I'll soon be up...
and bounding about like a young gazelle.
You buying a Christmas present for your mother?
Yes, a little something.
Shirley and I come here regular-larly.
We love romantic lingerie.
Picture me in these.
Oh, my God!
Sam, where are you going?
Jill?
Are you all right?
You don't deserve to be!
What a bloody stupid thing!
How could you? Look at these people!
My God!
It was a bomb!
I should've opened it. I sat there with it next...
There's your bomb, asshole!
A bribe for official monkeys like you.
Make yourself useful.
Here!
Don't touch her! She's hurt.
Don't touch her!
Stop!
Sam, no!
These helmets make your scalp itch.
Don't mention it. And they make you sweat.
Half the time I can never see where I'm going.
It's a great Niagara of perspiration coming down.
I'm lucky. I've got these thick eyebrows.
That keeps it up and channels it out to the ears.
Jill!
Who's he?
I don't know, somebody from Information Retrieval.
They're always hanging around in lingerie.
Where is she?
Jill, is that you?
Excuse me, sir. That is government property.
Jill! Answer me!
I'm looking for a girl with blonde hair.
She's medium height, green eyes.
I don't know, sir. They check all that at the depot.
We can't allow that. It's more than our job's worth.
Jill, you must be here.
You can fill in an application form if you're a relative.
Now do stop, sir, please.
Sorry about that, sir.
Regulations.
This is a black eye for the department, Lowry.
I don't care how you behaved at Records.
Informational Retrieval is an executive branch.
We're proud of our reputation and we protect it.
That convoy of personnel carriers is still not accounted for!
I thought I told you to deal with it. And what is this mess?
An empty desk is an efficient desk! Good God!
Queries from Security. Searches from Central Banking about a check.
Clarification notices from Accounting about unreturned receipts!
- Mr. Warrenn, I have to find out... - Shut up!
I don't know what's going on here, Lowry.
But don't think you can intimidate us with your friends in high places!
Now shape up!
Lime, I have to use your computer.
Sorry, a bit busy at the moment.
You seem to have rather a lot to get on with yourself.
Shit!
Come off it, Jack.
Of course you can check to see if she's been arrested.
Sorry, Sam, this case has become more complicated since last we talked.
But she's innocent, Jack. She's done nothing wrong.
Tell that to the wives of the men she blew up this afternoon.
She's not alone in all this.
We just had a report in that Tuttle...
has wrecked an entire flat and sabotaged adjacent Central Services.
As a matter of fact, it looks like in your block.
I'd keep my eyes open if I were you. 'Bye.
But, Jack, you don't think Tuttle and the girl are in league, do you?
I do. Everything's connected. All along the line.
Cause and effect, that's the beauty of it.
Our job is to trace the connections and then reveal them.
This whole Buttle-Tuttle confusion was obviously planned from the inside.
But, Jack...
She's innocent, Jack.
- We've always been close, haven't we? - Yes, Jack.
Until this all blows over, just stay away from me.
It's you!
What's happening?
Your thermostat's gone, and then some.
What happened to my flat?
Hello? What?
It's for you, but...
as you don't live here anymore.
- What? - Absolutely.
Do you know what this is?
This is an H2206...
authorizing the compulsory, temporary requisitioning of this flat...
for our necessary repairs.
Don't forget your receipt!
I'm sorry, but I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork.
Bastards!
What are you doing?
It's getting cold in here.
Oh, God!
It smells badly.
It's shit! We're filling up with shit!
Oh, shit.
We're all in it together, kid.
Jill!
Oh, God.
Are you all right?
- What happened to you after... - Your face. Are you hurt?
No, I'm fine.
I've been worried sick about you.
- Who was that? - That's a friend of mine.
Oh, God! Holy shit!
We better get out of here, quick. Come on.
Thank God! Here, take it.
It's not so big.
Are you sure this is all right?
Yes, certain.
My mother's away for Christmas.
She's spending it at the plastic surgeon's.
The wraps come off tomorrow.
Lock the door after me. Don't answer the phone to anyone.
I won't be long.
Where're you going? I know a way to save you.
Trust me. I can do it.
You can't go without me!
Excuse me, Dawson, could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office?
I'm afraid I can't, sir. You have to go through the proper channels.
And you can't tell me what the proper channels are...
because that's classified information.
I'm glad to see the Ministry's continuing its tradition of recruiting the brightest.
Thank you, Dawson.
Goodnight, Mr. Lime. Goodnight, Dawson.
No, no, Arthur. You're flat on the G!
It's your breathing. Take a deep breath after "Noel."
Ready, one, two, three.
"'Ere I am, J.H."
The ghost in the machine.
Mr. Helpmann?
Jill.
Who's there?
What do you think?
Is it me?
What?
You don't exist anymore.
I've killed you.
Jill Layton is dead.
Care for a little necrophilia?
Merry Christmas.
Something for an executive?
She's dead.
This is a friend of mine.
No!
Sam!
93IHKSI608, you are charged with the following:
"Giving aid and comfort to the enemies of society.
"Attempting to conceal a fugitive from justice.
"Passing confidential documents to unauthorized personnel.
"Destroying government property, viz. Several personnel carriers.
"Taking possession under false pretences of said carriers.
"Forging the signature of the Head of Records.
"Misdirecting funds in the form of a check to A. Buttle...
"through unauthorized channels.
"Tampering with Central Services' supply ducts.
"Obstructing forces of law and order.
"Disgracing the good name of the government...
"and the Department of Information Retrieval.
"Disrupting the Ministry's internal communicating system.
"Wasting Ministry time and paper."
Now, either you can plead guilty to seven or eight of the charges...
which will help keep costs down within your means...
or borrow a sum to be negotiated from us at a very competitive rate.
We can offer you something at eleven-and-a-half percent over 30 years...
but you will have to buy insurance to qualify for this scheme.
If you prefer something more specific...
say, against electrical charges over £70...
All you're requested to do now is sign this form.
Think carefully before you sign.
Thinking ahead in financial matters is always a wise course.
Plead guilty.
It's cheaper.
Sam, what are we going to do with you?
Where's Jill?
I've got to find her.
Please, you've got to get me out of here.
I understand, Sam. I know exactly how you feel...
so I brought you a bottle of barley water.
Please help me.
I assure you, I'm doing everything within my power.
But the rules of the game are laid down.
We all have to play by them. Even me.
It's all a mistake. You've got to understand that.
From the Department's point of view, there was certainly a bit of an own goal.
I'm not a terrorist.
You know that. Please get me out of here!
Sam, Information Retrieval is expensive.
You're running up an enormous bill by not cooperating.
Please, Mr. Helpmann...
help me find Jill.
Sam, I think I ought to tell you.
I'm afraid she's upped stumps and retired to the pavilion.
Thrown in the towel.
Dead?
Yes.
It's all a bit confusing, but it seems she was killed resisting arrest.
No, it's all right. I did that.
The odd thing is it appears to have happened twice.
A bit of a disputed call, I'm afraid.
Twice?
There you are. All I can say is don't fall at the last fence.
The finish is in sight. See you in the paddock.
Do cooperate. Think of your mother.
Good luck. Keep your eye on the ball.
Got to go. Can't keep the orphans waiting.
No!
Don't fight it, son. Confess. Quickly.
If you hold out too long, you could jeopardize your credit rating.
Jack?
Shut up!
Jack, I'm innocent. Please help me.
Bastard!
Jack, this is all a mistake. Please, Jack.
Take that mask off.
You stupid bastard!
How could you do this to me?
Jack, I'm frightened.
How do you think I feel? You shit!
Jack... Shut up!
This is a professional relationship.
You can't!
No, Jack, please!
You okay?
Tuttle!
Call me Harry.
Let's go!
Mr. Lowry, so pleased you could make it.
Right this way.
It's a sad loss.
Your mother was with her at the end.
Mrs. Terrain has just received that most wonderful of gifts.
She came to us physically new.
She goes hence from us not so physically new.
But the spirit never grows old.
Madam Lowry!
Mother!
Sam!
Mother?
Stop calling me that.
Mother, please!
Is this guy bothering you?
Mother!
Go away. This is a very sacred moment.
He's got away from us, Jack.
I'm afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann. He's gone.
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now
As twilight beams the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return I will
To old Brazil