You can't borrow any chairs.
There's only one left now.
What?
Oh.
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.
Could I borrow your computer console?
What?
For 10 minutes.
You're taking my console into your office?
Yes. For a few minutes.
I'll tell you what.
Tell me what you want.
I'll do it for you.
I'm a bit of a whiz on that thing.
All right.
I need some information
on a woman named Layton.
A woman, eh?
I see.
Yes. I know her age
and distinguishing marks,
but I need an address.
Your dream girl.
What?
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's broken!
You haven't switched it on.
Oh, yes.
You're putting me off.
Go back to your office.
I'll knock when I'm finished.
I'm not going to elope with her.
All right.
Sam!
Sam.
Don't go.
Please.
[Knocking]
Well?
Computers are my forte.
Let me see.
Gillian Layton.
White... Blonde... Eyes: Blue. 5-foot-4.
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 412-L,
room 5001."
Lowry, glad I caught you. Send that back.
Are you settling down? Rescind this order.
There's a query about a personnel transporter you took from the pool.
No. Yes.
Or was it a personnel carrier you took out from transportation?
Anyway, tidy it up, Lowry.
There's a good chap. And get a new suit.
Don't you want the lift?
[Bell Ringing]
[Whirring]
[Static Crackling]
[Buzz]
- Oh, God! Help me! - Can I help you?
Oh, no! No!
I'm, uh...
I'm looking for Officer 412-L.
- No! Help me! - He won't be very long.
[Bell Rings]
I thought so.
You may go in now.
Not that one. That one.
Yes.
Excuse me. Are you Officer 412-L?
[Moaning]
Excuse me!
Jack!
Sam!
I heard you were coming aboard.
Congratulations! D-Zed-015.
Are you Officer 412-L?
Uh-huh. That's me.
Oh, and, Sam. A very happy Christmas.
Thanks, Jack.
You settling in OK?
Fine.
I need some information.
This is Information Retrieval,
not Information Disposal.
Amy, don't throw the ball in here.
I'm not Amy. I'm Holly.
Did I call you Amy?
Triplet?
One of them.
Barbara's taking the others shopping.
Are you going to keep calling her Barbara?
Why not? Isn't Barbara a good name?
Don't you like it?
Yes, it's... fine.
Let's get these together.
- Jack. - Get the blue one.
I need information about a woman.
Chloe, show Uncle Sammy how to spell "cat."
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 B58-732 mean to you?
Buttle.
I knew it.
You always were bloody quick.
Who else knows?
Warrenn?
Helpmann?
I only know you got the wrong man.
Information Transit got the wrong man.
I accepted him on good faith as the right man.
Was I wrong?
You killed Buttle.
There are rigid parameters
to prevent such things.
It wasn't my fault that Buttle's heart condition
didn't appear on Tuttle's file.
Jack, I really need to know about...
Tuttle?
We'll interrogate Mr. Tuttle
at the same voltage as Mr. Buttle
and juggle the books.
What's Tuttle done?
We suspect him of free-lance subversion.
Free-lance subversive.
I need Layton to close the case.
What has she done?
She witnessed the Tuttle... Buttle arrest.
She's been making wild allegations,
trying to exploit the situation.
She's working for someone, and it's not us.
Terrorist?
[Buzzing]
The next customer has been delivered.
Thank you, Myrtle.
What are you going to do about her?
I put her on the detention list.
Security should have her here before 6:00.
Here?
So that she can spill the beans inside the department?
- [Toys Clattering] - Don't do that.
Why don't I get to her for you?
I'll, um... I'll deactivate her.
I don't want to get involved in anything unsavory.
Trust me, Jack.
Put these away.
Let me have her file.
Trust me, Jack.
All right.
Come along.
All right,
but for Christ's sake, don't lose it.
Sit down there, darling.
Sam?
I'll get to her.
You'll never get anywhere in that suit.
Here.
Try this.
Bye-bye.
Bye.
Jack, l...
Put it on.
I won't look at your willy.
Let him go.
- [Man Grunting] - [Elevator Bell Dinging]
He's a tryer, isn't he?
Just...
I've been to the Department of Works.
You've stamped this before.
Why won't you stamp it now?
We've already stamped it.
No! No!
Up! Up! Up!
Oh, God!
Come on!
Shit!
Come out of there.
That's the deputy minister's lift.
I'm in a hurry.
Come here, sonny.
Let's see your I.D. Card.
My I.D.?
Oh, God! This isn't my suit.
My name is Lowry. Sam Lowry?
No, sir.
I'll have to make a report on this.
Now, then, what is the date today?
It's... Oh, God, it'll have to wait!
Hey, you! Stop!
Come back!
You two, after him!
Right! Yes, sir.
Stop!
Aim!
Stop!
Don't sh... Oh!
Halt!
Can't this wait?
Well done, men.
Quick thinking.
Excellent work.
Um, I'll take charge of her now.
Good.
Good man.
Um, OK. Uh...
It's, uh...
classified matter.
And, um...
I'll include your fine handling of the situation
in my report.
Great.
Uh, merry Christmas, Dawson.
Come with me. Please.
OK. Thanks.
Well done, men.
Excellent. Good turnout.
Nice.
Thank you.
This way, please.
Straight through.
We'll just go to my office.
Just keep moving.
Hey! Stop!
Come back here!
Pick these up!
Come on! Pick them up!
Disgraceful!
Can't you read English?
You illiterate foreign pig!
You come over here from your own filthy country...
and think you can mess up our streets!
Oh, God!
Stop!
Well done! That's it! Let's go!
What are you doing?
Keep moving!
Get out of my cab.
What? Just drive!
You touched me. Nobody touches me.
What are you...
Please, please. Drive on.
Drive on, will you?
Move over. I'll drive.
Don't touch anything!
It's OK, Officer.
Got everything under control. Thank you.
Oh, shit!
Listen, please.
Drive. Trust me.
You're 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. L...
OK! OK! You asked for it!
I'm Information Retrieval Officer D...
D-ZED-105!
I'm arresting you!
Drive on, or I'll blast your fucking head off!
Go!
I'm sorry about that.
I mean, touching you without permission.
But...
Hello. My name's Lowry.
Sam Lowry.
I-I-I've been, uh...
You won't believe this.
I know it'll sound incredible,
but I've been dreaming about you.
Not like that.
I mean, I love you.
In my dreams, I love you.
Extraordinary, isn't it?
Anyway, um...
Y-Y-You...
You don't believe me, do you?
Y-You probably think I-I-I'm bonkers, right?
Mad. Raving.
No. I think you're very attractive.
What?
Yeah. Sit back.
Let me look at you.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Good-looking. Sexy. Just my type.
I don't believe you.
Why not?
I-I just don't deserve such terrific luck.
You're damn right.
Aah!
You don't trust me, do you?
We shouldn't have come here!
I got a job to do!
They'll be lying in wait!
Christ, you're paranoid.
No sense of reality.
Wait, wait, wait!
We'll take the lorry and get away!
Yeah? Where to?
Anywhere!
There isn't anywhere!
Just far away!
That's not far enough!
Wait!
Jill!
What's in the, uh... parcel?
Christmas present.
Oh.
It's heavy.
Heavy Christmas present.
Oh.
You don't trust me, open it.
No, no. It's fine.
I'd spoil the wrapping.
Anyway, if you're to trust me,
then I should trust you.
Doesn't it bother you,
what you do in Information Retrieval?
What?
Suppose you'd rather have terrorists.
Here's one now.
How many terrorists have you met, Sam,
actual terrorists?
Actual terrorists?
Yeah.
Well, it's...
It's only my first day.
Uh-oh.
A roadblock.
What should we do?
Stay calm.
Don't slow down!
Please, do as I say.
Go straight ahead.
What the fuck are you doing, you stupid...
Ooh!
We did it!
We broke right through!
We did it! Oowee!
[Police Siren]
Faster!
Get off me!
Keep going. Faster!
Jump it!
Stay off of me!
No!
[Horn Honks]
Go faster. Faster!
We'll lose the house!
Don't touch anything!
Don't touch it!
We did it! We did it!
Oh, no.
And what would you like for Christmas?
My own credit card.
Hmm.
Why are we here?
Go away!
Let's go back to my flat.
You don't trust me?
You hijack my truck,
lose me my job...
Of course I trust you.
I was only helping.
I don't trust you.
What's in that parcel?
You saved it. Must be special.
I saved you. You're not special.
I'm opening it.
Don't touch that!
Ooh! Ah!
Sam!
It's me!
And Shirley!
Mrs. Terrain.
That should hold it!
Sam.
Hello, Shirley.
Oh, my God.
Whatever's happened to you now?
My complication had a complication.
But Dr. Chapman says I'll soon be bounding about
like a young gazelle.
Buying a Christmas present for your mother?
What?
Oh, um, yes, a little something.
Shirley and I come here regularly.
We love romantic lingerie.
Really? Oh.
Sam...
picture me in these.
Oh, my God.
Sam, where are you going?
Sam!
Jill!
Are you all right?
You don't deserve to be.
What a bloody stupid thing!
How could you?
Look at these people.
It was a bomb!
I should've opened it.
It was right next to me.
There's your bomb, asshole!
A bribe.
For official monkeys like you.
Oh, God.
Make yourself useful.
Here.
- [Distorted Voices] - [Woman Screams]
Don't touch her! She's hurt!
Damn it!
Don't touch her!
Don't!
Stop!
Sam, no!
Sam, behind you!
These helmets make your scalp itch.
Don't mention it.
And they make you sweat.
I can't see where I'm going
for all the perspiration coming down.
Well, I'm lucky.
I got thick eyebrows.
That channels it out to the ears.
Jill!
Who's he?
Somebody from Information Retrieval.
They frequent lingerie.
Where is she?
Jill, is that you?
Excuse me, sir.
That is government property.
Jill.
Jill. Answer me.
I'm looking for a girl...
blonde hair, medium height, green eyes.
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 complete an application
if you're a relative.
Now, stop, sir.
Jill! Jill.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
No!
Sorry about that, sir.
Regulations.
I don't care how you behaved at Records.
Information Retrieval is an executive branch.
We're proud of our reputation.
We protect it. Damn it, Lowry!
Those personnel carriers are still unaccounted for.
And what's this mess?
An empty desk is an efficient desk.
Queries from security.
Searches from Central Banking.
Clarification notices from Accounting
concerning unreturned receipts.
I have to...
Shut up!
I don't know what's going on,
but don't think you'll intimidate us
with friends and relatives in high places.
Now, shape up!
Mr. Warrenn, what about this?
Lime...
I have to use your computer.
Sorry. Bit busy at the moment.
You seem busy, too.
Shit!
Of course you can check
to see if she's been arrested.
I'm afraid this case has become much more complicated
since last we... talked.
But she's innocent.
Tell the wives of the security men she blew up today.
She's not alone.
Tuttle's just wrecked an entire flat
and sabotaged Central Services.
It looks like your block.
You should keep your eyes open.
Bye.
You don't think Tuttle and Jill are in league?
I do.
Everything's connected.
Cause and effect. That's the beauty of it.
We trace the connections and reveal them.
This Buttle-Tuttle confusion
was obviously planned from the inside.
Bye-bye.
Oh, but, Jack!
She's innocent, Jack.
Sam, we've always been close, haven't we?
Yes, Jack.
Well, until this all blows over,
just stay away from me.
But...
Aah!
Oh, my God!
It's you.
You.
It's you.
What's happening?
Your thermostat's gone, and then some.
- And then some! - [Buzz Buzz]
- What's 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?
It's an H2206,
authorizing compulsory, temporary requisition
of this flat for our necessary repairs.
- Repairs! - What?
Don't forget your receipt!
Sorry. I'm a stickler for paperwork.
I'm a stickler for paperwork!
Bastards!
Tuttle.
What are you doing?
Shh.
God.
Oohwee.
It's getting cold in here.
Look at your trousers.
Oh, God.
It smells badly.
We're filling up with shit.
Oh, God!
Oh, Jesus.
Oh.
Oh, shit!
We're all in it together, kid.
Jill!
Jill.
Oh, God. Are you all right?
What happened to you after...
Your face. Were you hurt?
Um... No. I'm fine.
It's...
Well...
I've been worried sick about you.
Ahem.
Who was that?
He's a friend.
[Siren]
We'd better get out of here quick.
Come on. Fast.
Here.
Quick!
Are you sure this is all right?
Yes. 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.
I won't be long.
Where you going?
I can save you.
Trust me.
You can't go without me.
[Door Slams]
Could you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office?
You have to go through the proper channels.
And you can't tell me what they are,
because that's classified information.
I'm glad to see the ministry's recruiting
the brightest and best, sir.
Thank you, Dawson.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Man Grunting]
- Good night, Mr. Lime. - Good night, Dawson.
# The first Noel #
# The angels did say #
# Was to certain poor shepherds #
# In fields as they lay #
# In fields where they lay keeping their... ##
No. No. No, Arthur.
You're flat on the "G." It's your breathing.
Now, take a deep breath after "Noel."
Ready! One, two, three.
# The first Noel #
# The angels did say... ##
'Ere I am, J.H.
The ghost in the machine.
E, I, A, M, J, H.
Mr. Helpmann?
Jill?
Who's there?
What do you think?
Is it me?
Well?
You don't exist anymore.
I've killed you.
Jill Layton is dead.
Care for a little necrophilia?
Hmm?
Ahem. Merry Christmas.
Something for an executive?
She's dead.
This is a friend of mine.
No!
[Gunfire]
93-HS-608, 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:
An indeterminate number of personnel carriers.
Taking possession, under false pretenses, of said personnel carriers.
Forging the signature of the head of records, third department.
Attempting to misdirect ministry funds in the form of a check to A. Buttle
through unauthorized channels.
Tampering with Central Services ducts.
Obstructing the forces of law and order in the exercise of their duty.
Bringing to disrepute the good name of the government
and the Department of Information Retrieval.
Attempting to disrupt the Ministry of Information Retrieval's
internal communicating system.
Wasting ministry time and paper.
Either you plead guilty to seven or eight of the charges,
which is going to help keep costs down within your means,
or you can borrow a sum, to be negotiated, from us
at competitive rates.
We can offer you something at 111/2 percent over 30 years,
but you may have to buy insurance to qualify for this.
If you prefer something more specific, say, against electrical charges...
All you're requested to do is sign this form.
Think carefully.
Thinking ahead in financial matters is always a wise course.
Plead guilty. It's easier and cheaper for everyone.
Sam, what are we gonna do with you?
Where's Jill?
I've got to find her. Please?
You've got to get me out of here.
I know exactly how you feel.
So I've brought you a bottle of barley water.
Oh, 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.
Yes, well, from the department's point of view...
I'm not a terrorist.
You must know that. Please, get me out of here!
Sam, Information Retrieval is expensive.
You're running up an enormous bill by not cooperating.
Please.
Please, Mr. Helpmann.
Help me find Jill.
Jill. Yes.
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.
They're right. I did that.
The odd thing is, it appears to have happened twice.
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 finishing post is in sight. See you in the paddock.
Do cooperate. Think of your mother.
Good luck. Keep your eye on the ball.
Gotta go. Can't keep the orphans waiting.
[Shuddering, Gasping]
Don't fight it, son. Confess. Quickly!
If you hold out too long, you'll jeopardize your credit rating.
Jack?
Jack!
Shut up!
Jack.
Jack, I'm innocent.
Please, help me.
Bastard!
Jack.
This is all a mistake.
Take that mask off.
You stupid bastard!
Jack.
How could you do this to me?
- I'm frightened. - How do you think I feel?
You shit. Shut up!
This is a...
professional relationship.
Jack.
Jack, no. You can't.
No, Jack. Please.
Jack, no! Don't.
Please, Jack. No!
Sam.
Sam!
You OK?
Tuttle!
Call me Harry.
Let's go!
Harry!
Ah, Mr. Lowry.
So pleased you could make it.
Right this way.
It's a sad loss.
Your mother was there 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.
Ahem. Madam Lowry.
Mother?
Oh, Sam.
Mother? Mother?
Stop calling me that!
Mother!
Mother, please!
- Is this guy bothering you? - Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Mother!
Go away. This is a very sacred moment.
[Giggling]
[Explosion]
[Engine Revving]
## [Lush Orchestral Rendition of "Brazil" Plays]
[Orchestra Stops]
He's got away from us, Jack.
I'm afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann.
He's gone.
## [Humming "Brazil"]
# Then #
# 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 #