Brazil

This film contains some strong language.

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'..the Ministry of Information Deputy Minister, Eugene Helpmann.

' - Good evening, David. - What is behind these bombings?

'Bad sportsmanship. A ruthless minority seems to have forgotten good, old-fashioned virtues.

'They hate being on the losing side.

'If they would just play the game,

'they'd get a lot more out of life.

' - Nevertheless, people maintain that your Ministry is too large.

' - No. In the information game, you can't win if you're a man short.

' - And the cost, Mr Helpmann... 7% of the gross national product!

' - I understand public concern. People want value for money. That's why we always insist

'on Information Retrieval Charges.

'It's absolutely right that people should pay for their detention,

'and for the retrieval procedures used during their interrogation.

' - Are you winning the battle against terrorists? - We are.

'Our morale is higher than theirs. We're running a lot of them out,

'and knocking them for six!

'They're nearly out of the game!

' - Mr Helpmann, the bomb campaign is now in its 13th year!

' - Beginners' luck! - Thank you, Deputy Minister.

' - Thank YOU, David. And a very merry Christmas to you all.'

"..Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more.

"To Tiny Tim, who did not die, he became a second father.

"He became a good friend in the good old world.

"And so, as Tiny Tim observed, 'God bless us, every one.'"

VOLUME ON

A DOOR OPENS >

Who's there?

Who's there?

Father Christmas can't come if we haven't got a chimney. You'll see!

AAAARRGGGHH!

What's going on?

I hereby inform you, under powers entrusted to me by section 47 of Council Order Number 538476,

that Mr Buttle, of 47, Shangri-la Towers,

will assist us in certain inquiries.

He's liable to financial obligations as specified in Order RB/CZ/907/X. Sign here, please.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Where are you taking him?!

There... Thank you.

Same again, please. Press harder this time.

Good. What's this all about?

Your receipt for your husband...

and MY receipt for YOUR receipt.

Are you OK?

We're Department of Works! Department of Works up here!

Careful with those things!

All right, love...

-Don't touch me! Just get out!

-Don't worry! It'll only take a jiffy.

It's Tuttle who should be worrying!

Tuttle? He's BUTTLE. It's all a mistake.

Mistake? We don't make mistakes!

GLASS SMASHES

-They've gone back to metric!

-Mrs Buttle, are you all right?

Yes...I...I...

HECTIC BUSTLE

BUSTLE STOPS ABRUPTLY

GUNFIRE FROM MOVIE

Buttle...

Buttle, Archibald...

Oh, shit!

-HIGH VOICE

-Mister...

-DEEPER VOICE

-Mr Lowry, will you step in here?

MELODRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

MUSIC RESTARTS...

..AND STOPS AGAIN

Er....

I say, has anyone seen Lowry?

HAS ANYONE SEEN SAM LOWRY?

DREAM MUSIC: 'Brazil' Theme

Sam!

Sam!

TELEPHONE RINGS

Er...what? Oh, Mr Kurtzmann!

You're up late!

..Is it?

The electrics are up the spout!

..Yours are, too? I'll be there as soon as I can. ..Bye.

RADIO ON

CHILD: What's this gun for? It's a 9mm machine gun,

used for close-quarter combat. Have a look...

NUNS GIGGLE

< Sam!

Jack!

Long time no see!

Why are you slumming it in Records?

-What's the problem?

-No problem. Everything's marvellous.

I'm on Security Level 5,

Helpmann relies on me. A great year!

-You sound worried.

-Me? Worried? Only about you.

I mean, Sam, whatever happpened to you?

Sam...?

-Er, great to see you. I'll be late.

-SAM!

Your life is going wrong. Records is a dead-end department.

-The Security Level is minimal, it's impossible to get noticed.

-I know. Wonderful. Perfect.

-See you, Jack. My regards to the twins.

-Triplets.

Triplets? God! How time flies!

Very clear picture delineation. It's elegant, mobile...

< Next!

-I'm reporting a wrongful arrest.

-You want Information Adjustments.

I've BEEN there. They sent me here. You have a form I need to fill out.

-Have you got an Arrest Receipt?

-Yeah.

-Is it stamped?

-Stamped?

-No. There's no stamp on it. I can't give you the form until this is stamped.

-Who by?

Information Adjustments.

Ahem...

Er, it's nothing.

It keeps picking up old films. The machine must be on the blink.

No, it's a mismatch in the codes.

Tuttle should have had £31.06 debited from him, not Buttle.

-A mistake!

-But it's not ours.

Whose is it?

-Information Retrieval.

-Oh, good!

Expediting has put in a bill to Buttle, Archibald, Shoe Operative,

but Security has invoiced Admin for Tuttle, Heating Engineer.

-What a relief! Finish your tea, Sam.

-What...? Oh!

I don't know what I'd do if you ever got promoted...

-Don't worry about that.

-No. But if they did promote you...

-I told you before, I'd refuse it.

-Would you? Really?

-Really.

You've been promoted.

It's your mother pulling strings, isn't it?

Sam, it's time for you to grow up and accept responsibility.

Your father would be appalled at your lack of promotion.

Mother, just stop interfering! I don't WANT promotion! I'm happy where I am.

No, you're not! Jack Lint doesn't have your brains, but he has ambition. You haven't.

Luckily, you have me,

-AND the Deputy Minister. He was very close to your father...

-Please, Mrs Lowry, don't get upset!

-Mr Lowry, you're giving her wrinkles.

-You see!

-God!

Relax, Mrs Lowry. I'll make you 20 years younger!

Dr Jaffe, you ARE a genius! Would you like to be Surgeon General? I know EVERYBODY.

THEY won't know YOU when I've finished!

First, we remove the excess derma...so.

Then the flaccid tissues under the eyes and forehead...

..So.

Now I...lift the wrinkles and the worry-lines

up into the wig, er, the hairline...

Now the template!

Now a bit of sticky...so.

Twice as beautiful as before. Voila!

Mr Helpmann was very close to your father. He was very close to me...and still is!

He'll look after you at Information Retrievals. You'll like it there.

You're not listening to me!

BUZZERS AND ALARMS SOUND

-What the hell's this, lady?

-It's a present for my son!

I hope you like it. It's VERY exclusive!

-What on earth is it?

-Something for an executive!

Ah, Mme Lowry! You look exquisite! Merry Christmas!

Thank you, Spiro. Merry Christmas. Er...you remember my son, Samuel?

-Er...of course.

-We're joining Mrs Terrain.

-She's waiting.

-God!

-Mother, I thought we were going to talk.

-We will, we will!

-< Yoo-hoo!

-Oh, God! She's got what's-her-name with her!

-Sam!

Well, Alma, how are you? You look wonderful!

Hello, Shirley. ..Thank you, Spiro.

Salt? Not yet!

Sam...happy Christmas!

-SO sorry we're late!

-Thanks(!)

Alma, what are you going to have?

I can't decide between Number One or Number Two. What do YOU suggest?

Between you and me, the Number Two. Thank you, Spiro. Shirley?

< What are you having? Between you and me, the Number One.

Mme Lowry?

-To hell with the diet! I'm going to have a Number Eight!

-A most perceptive choice, Madame.

-Monsieur?

-Steak, please. Rare. Mother...

-Quel numero?

-I don't know. Mother...

-That one!

-Fine! Mother...

Alma! You wicked girl!

-The treatment...!

-Say the number!

You noticed!

-SAY THE NUMBER!

-I'm trying to talk!

- I'll tell you about it. - Number THREE!

-Mother, listen, I have to...

-Numero huit!

Braised veal in wine sauce!

I've left Jaffe for Dr Chapman.

Numero deux! Duck a l'orange. ..Excusez-moi!

-The acid man?

-Really Ida!

His technique's just different. I don't call Dr Jaffe the knife man.

Numero un! Prawns a la Mayonnaise. >

-I'm sorry, Alma...

-It's all right, Ida.

Steak. Numero TROIS!

Mesdames...monsieur... Bon appetit!

-Merci!

-Merci! ..Acid can be used for such wonderfully subtle shading, such delicate nuances.

It's like a Rembrandt etching, and so much quicker!

If it wasn't for this complication, I'd have had this dressing off yesterday! Shirley...

Salt?

SCREAMS AND GROANS

ORCHESTRA BEGINS JAUNTY TUNE

-What were we saying?

-This isn't rare!

I've seen the most wonderful idea for Christmas presents. Gift tokens. MEDICAL gift tokens!

-Sounds marvellous!

-They're good at any doctor's and most hospitals.

Also for gynaecological work, including Caesarian sections.

-Spiro?

-I don't know what to say! I'm going to do something about it.

­ Can't you do something, Sam?

It's my lunch hour... Besides, it isn't my department.

That's something I've been DYING to tell you.

Sam's been promoted to Information Retrieval!

Wonderful! Congratulations, Sam!

I'm NOT being promoted to Information Retrieval!

Stick your oar in...somewhere else.

Pepper?

-I'd better go.

-You haven't had your dessert!

-I don't want it!

-I don't want ANYTHING!

-You must! You must have hopes, wishes, DREAMS.

Not even dreams!

DREAM MUSIC

Sam!

MUSIC STOPS

SAM!

Oh, God!

Central Services? I'm at 579 B, Block 19, North West Section D.

That's the Green Pastures Highway, Exit 1. My air-conditioning has gone wrong. It's an emergency!

'Thank you for calling. I'm sorry, due to temporary staff shortages we cannot take Service calls now.

-'Have a nice day.'

-This is an EMERGENCY!

-'Thank you for calling...'

-I need an engineer!

-'..due to temporary...'

-Shit!

TELEPHONE RINGS

-Hello?

-RINGING CONTINUES

-Hello?

-'Hello?'

-Hello?

-'Hello?'

-Hello?

-'Hello.'

-'Hello. Mr Lowry?'

-Yes. Who is this?

-'Put the phone down, and raise your hands.'

-What?! Who is this?

Nice 'n' easy, now. Nice 'n' easy.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

What are you doing?

Harry Tuttle, heating engineer, at your service.

Tuttle...? Are you from Central Services?

Ha!

I called Central Services.

They're over-worked! I intercepted your call.

You did what...?

What was the business with the gun?

Just a precaution, sir. Just a precaution.

I've had traps set for me before. There's people in Central Services who'd love to catch Harry Tuttle!

Are you telling me that this is illegal?

HISSING

Yes and no. Only Central Service operatives are supposed to do this.

Nowadays, with all the regulations, they can't get good staff.

So they tend to turn a blind eye.

They try to prove I've been working on their equipment. That's tricky.

-Wouldn't it be simpler to...

-Hold this.

-Yes.

-Wouldn't it be simpler to work for Central Services?

-Couldn't stand...

-MUMBLES

-Getting warm!

-Couldn't stand what?

-The paperwork.

This whole system could be on fire and I couldn't even turn on a tap without filling in a 27 B/6!

-Bloody paperwork! Huh!

-You have to expect a certain amount.

Why? I came into this for action! Go anywhere, travel light, get in, get out, a man alone...

Now the country's sectioned off. Can't move without a form!

-Found it! There's your problem!

-Can you fix it?

-No, I can't.

But I can by-pass it with one of these.

Fine by me!

< DOORBELL RINGS

-Expecting someone?

-No!

-Wait! Wait here!

-DOORBELL

-DOORBELL

-The flash-light!

Central Services. Services.

You rang? You rang?

-About your air-conditioning. Yes, sir.

-It's...er, all right.

It's...er, it's fixed.

-Fixed? Fixed?

-Yes. I mean, it...er, fixed itself.

Fixed itself?? Fixed itself?!

Yes... Ha, ha!

They don't fix themselves. They don't.

-He's tampered with it! He has!

-Sorry, you've wasted your journey.

I think we'll have a little look. I think we should!

-Have you got a 27 B/6?

-A 27 B/6...a 27 B/6...a 27 B/6...

-Look what you've done to him!

-Well, have you got a 27 B/6?

Not...as such!

But we'll get one!

It's all right, son.

I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork, you see.

-Where would we be without it?

-We'll be back. We'll be back!

-Thanks for coming!

-We'll be back, you bastard!

Thank you!

-You're a good man in a tight corner.

-Thanks.

-Listen. I...er...I happen to work at the Ministry of Information.

-What?!

And...er, I just happen to know that Information Retrieval are looking for an Archibald Tuttle.

A heating engineer.

Er...you wouldn't... by any chance... Would you?!

My good friends call me Harry.

Information Retrieval, huh?

-Good boys...(!)

-HE LAUGHS

What do they want you for?

TUTTLE HUMS

Time to go!

You must let me give you something.

How much will it be for the work?

Do me a favour! Just check the corridor.

Well, thanks!

Listen. We're all in this together.

..Come on.

OK?

All clear!

I think Kurtzmann's suspicious!

-What's playing today?

-Casablanca.

'Mr Lowry, will you step in here, please?

'LOWRY! SAM LOWRY!'

Thank God you're here! We're in trouble! ..Shhhh.

-Look at this!

-It's a cheque.

-A refund for Tuttle!

-Tuttle?!

Er, Buttle. I mean BUTTLE! There's been confusion throughout.

He's been over-charged for Information Retrieval, and WE'RE being blamed!

I've never seen a refund cheque!

I bet it's Jeffries.

Yes! HE believes in over-charging for interrogation, and he hates me.

-We've got to get rid of it!

-Send it to Buttle. It IS his cheque!

Yes, but look at this! The Population Census has him 'dormant'.

The Central Collective's Computer has him 'deleted'.

-Hang on...

-I.R. say he's 'inoperative'. Security say he's 'excised'.

-He's 'completed'...

-He's dead.

He's...DEAD?

Well, that's AWFUL...

We'll never get rid of this now!

-What can we do?

-Could try next-of-kin.

Next-of-kin...?

-There we go! Buttle, Veronica, Mrs.

-Veronica...

What's the number on the cheque?

271...56789/074...328...K.

Put that into Memory... Central Banking...

Veronica...Buttle...Mrs...

..Deposit!

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

Thank God for that! Like some tea?

DISPATCH BELL RINGS

She doesn't have a bank account.

That's it then! I might as well hang myself now!

This could never have happened before the 7th Tier reorganisation!

That's Simmonds doing. He and Jeffries have lunch together. BASTARDS! ..Shit!

Perhaps we could lose it somewhere?

-Burn it! Eat it...!

-There IS one solution.

If Mrs Buttle signs the back, she can cash it at the corner shop.

-Brilliant, Sam!

-I'll even take it there for you.

-Authorise the cheque. What's her address?

-It's in here.

Um...what shall I do next?

Pink and blue receipts. Sign there, there and there. And sign that.

I think I've broken a bone. Look, my wrist is all limp. What a pathetic creature I am!

Here... I'll do it for you.

Right! I'll be on my way.

-Sam?

-Um?

-CASABLANCA MUSIC >

You ARE good to me, you know.

'Here's looking at you!'

A MAN CROONS 'BRAZIL' ON THE RADIO:

# Brazil, where hearts were entertained in June

# We stood beneath that amber moon And softly murmured... #

NEWSFLASH: 'We have news of a bombing at...'

MUSIC RETURNS # ..and clung together

# Then, tomorrow was another day

# The morning found me miles away

# With still a million things to say

# Now, when twilight dims the sky above... #

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

-Hello, I wonder if...

-Piss off!

CONVERSATION AMONG CHILDREN

MUFFLED COMPLAINTS

COUGHING >

Mrs Buttle?

Er...Mrs Buttle?

Ah! Are you Mrs Buttle?

Um...my name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.

From the Ministry of Information.

I've come to give you a cheque.

-It's a refund actually. There was a mistake.

-Mistake...

Not my department, of course. I'm only Records. No, it's...

It seems Mr Buttle was charged too much by Information Retrieval.

..They don't usually make mistakes, but... Well, we're all human!

Oh, what happened to the...um...

Actually, this is unorthodox.

Any payments are usually made through Central Computer, but...

..as there WERE difficulties, rather than cause any delay...

..we'll let you have it now, it being Christmas and all...

My husband's dead, isn't he?

I assure you, Mrs Buttle, the Ministry is very scrupulous in eradicating any error,

but if you do have any complaints, I'd be only too happy to send you the correct forms.

What have you done with his body?

Oh! Ha-ha!

Um...I really don't know about it. I'm just delivering the cheque.

If you wouldn't mind signing these two receipts...

..I'd be only too happy to leave you in peace.

He hadn't done anything! He was GOOD!

What have you done with his BODY?!

This isn't being very helpful... Look...

SHE SOBS

-I didn't have to come...

-ARRRHHHH!

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

-Mrs Buttle, are you all right?

-You!

Wait! Stop! Don't go!

EXPLOSION

CHILDREN LAUGH

He'll never get that out! > LAUGHTER

HORN BLARES

Stop! It had nothing to do with me! Stop!

She's coming back.

HE SHOUTS

-Go away!

-Her name's Jill.

What? Jill? Jill who? JILL WHO?

Layton.

Jill Layton... You're a very good little girl! What are you doing here?

-Waiting for my daddy.

-He'll be pleased when he gets home!

Sam, the Transport Pool's been on about a missing personnel transporter.

Personnel transporter...? Oh, the pranets! I had a PERSONAL transporter.

I'll do the paperwork tomorrow.

Is it all right about Mrs Tuttle's, er...Buttle's cheque?

-Can I forget it?

-Yes.

-What a relief! I'll have nightmares, you know.

-Damn and blast!

-What's the matter?

How do I get round an IR2/3?

Files on suspects are classified.

Inquiries to Information Retrieval, who never tell you anything.

-Come the time THEY want something...

-There is one way round it. I could accept my promotion.

Yes... NO! You can't. You've just turned it down!

-I didn't sign the form!

-..I did it for you.

You didn't!

I did.

You DIDN'T?!

I DID!

-Why did you do that?!

-That's what you want, isn't it?!

I don't know! I don't know what I want!

Come on, before the lights go out.

'There is one way round it...

'I could always accept my promotion to Information Retrieval...'

DREAM MUSIC

MUSIC BECOMES SINISTER

SAM!

DREAM MUSIC RETURNS, TRIUMPHANT

-What are you doing? Oh, God! What's going on?

-Emergency precedures.

I don't have an emergency!

-SAM'S VOICE ON TAPE:

-'..This is an emergency!'

-Er...well...

-Here. Sign that!

-What is it?

A 27 B/6! What do you think it is! Where's he gone?

Spoor! Look at this! I've found it! Spoor! Spoor!

Spoor! Come here! There's a by-pass valve on the transformer!

MUTTERED CONVERSATION

-You've had that scab here!

-What?

-Who fixed your ducts?

-I told you, they fixed themselves.

Oh, yeah? Did this come out of your nostril?

­ Your nostril, eh?

Central Services...

..don't like sabotage! Sabotage, son!

This place is in a terrible state! THEY LAUGH

Wait! You can't leave it like this!

Why not? All you have to do is blow your nose and it's fixed! Fixed!

But...

Oh, no! ..Jesus!

Aaaarrgghh!!

What have you done with his BODY?!

Aah!

DOORBELL RINGS

RINGS AGAIN

# A - HA - AHA - AHAA - HAAA!

# Mrs Ida Lowry requests the pleasure of your company-y-y-y

# At her apartment tonight From eight-thirty-y-y-y To midnight!

# To celebrate the completion Of her latest cosmetic surgery-y-y!

# Eh - Eheh - Eheheh - Eheheheh - WAAAAAAH! #

Um.

-Thanks.

-It's reply-paid.

Is it...? Well...ahem...

-Two, three...

-#

-Mother...!

-#

-I'm unable to come to your party-y-y-y...

-# YOU don't have to sing it!

-I don't?

Oh...! Right.

-The party started an hour ago!

-Back-log... Everybody complains.

-Oh.

-Was I all right otherwise?

'Mr Helpmann, I'm keen to get into Information Retrieval.

'Mr Helpmann, I'm DYING to get at this woman! No, no... '

Hold up! Who are you?!

-Where's your invitation?

-What's going on? Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Mother! Mother!

Sam! I'm so glad you came!

Come in.

-Mother?

-Come in.

-God, Mother! Is that you?

-Of course. Isn't it wonderful!

The bandages came off today.

Darling, come and join in the fun. Simply EVERYBODY'S here!

-Is Mr Helpmann here?

-Yes, he is. AND he wants to talk to you.

-Good. I want to talk to him.

-He says you're the first person ever to refuse a promotion!

-He says you should see a doctor!

-Actually, Mother...

-Oh, Louis! You know Sam?

I don't believe it! Just me and my little knife! Snip, snip, slice, slice!

-Can you believe it?

-Congratulations.

-This is just the beginning!

-Really?

-Christ, yes! You've seen her naked. Faces are easier than tits and arse. No hair-line!

-Really, Louis!

I've been looking for you, Ida!

I have to speak to Mr Helpmann... You stupid sod!

Dear boy...! What do you think of your mother now? It won't last! >

Excuse me. Did you speak, Chapman?

That technique. I've tried it. It's a nice effect,

but highly unstable. In six months,

she'll look like Moses! She won't look like she's been mugged!

Sam! Sam!

What have you done with his BODY?

Sam!

-What on earth happened to you?

-Just a little complication. It often happens with delicate skin.

Nothing to worry about. I'm told the bandages will be off in a jiffy.

-Actually, there's somebody I want to meet...

-I know. I know...

There we are!

I'll leave you lovebirds in peace.

Hello, Shirley.

-(Oh, God!)

-(Come on!)

Do you want a drink?

Listen, Shirley. My mother and your mother... seem to think...

Look, I'm very flattered, and...er, I don't want you to be...

Oh, it's all right! I don't like you either.

< Sam!

Jack! Excuse me, Shirley.

-Oooh!

-I'm sorry.

Sam! You remember Alison?

-Alison, Sam Lowry. An old friend.

-Alison. Yes, of course.

-You look different.

-I'm older.

She's been to Dr Jaffe. She's really pleased.

-I knew there was a difference.

-Remember how they used to stick out?

-What...? Oh, yes.

Yes! I wondered if they were real!

What? My ears?

-Dr Jaffe pinned her ears back.

-Yes...that's what I... ..I wondered if she wore false ears.

Ah! Mr Helpmann!

False ears... Mr Helpmann?!

Hello, Jack. Remember my wife?

Of course. Barbara, how are you?

Actually... She's very well!

Hello, Sam. Ida said you might be here.

Would you excuse us?

Of course! Come on...Barbara.

Sam!

I need your help!

-Thanks very much, Sam.

-I'm glad to be of help, Mr Helpmann.

-If I can help you...

Actually...

Your father and I were very close. Of course, Jeremiah was my superior, but we were close friends.

Especially after the bombing.

Now I keep his name alive at the office every day.

It's as though he's still there. "'Ere I am...

"..J.H.!"

The ghost in the machine...

He'd have wanted me to help you.

I told your mother I'd take you on at Information Retrieval,

-..but I gather that...

-Well, actually, Mr Helpmann, I've changed my mind...

I've decided to take the transfer, if I'm not too late.

Too late? That's for me to say!

Well, then, I...um...

Welcome to Information Retrieval!

Er...my name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.

I've been told to report to Mr Warrenn.

30th floor, sir. You're expected.

-Are you going to search me?

-No, sir.

-Do you want to see my ID?

-No need.

-But I could be anybody!

-No, sir. This is Information Retrieval.

The lift's arrived, sir.

SUDDEN BUSTLE

SILENCE

BUSTLE IS NEARER

SILENCE

UPROAR

­ No! Definitely no!

-My name's Lowry, Mr Warrenn.

-Ah, Lowry! Yes... No... Cancel that... OK...

Glad to have you aboard, Lowry... Yes... No, don't be ridiculous... Yes, yes, yes...

You'll like it here. We've got a cracking team of decision-makers...

No, in triplicate... I expect big things... No... No...

Between you and me, Lowry... No, no...! ..this department... Tell Records to get stuffed...!

..is about to be upgraded... Ahhhh! Here we are!

Your own number on your own door, with your own office behind it.

Congratulations, DZ-015! Welcome to the team.

SILENCE FALLS

-You can't borrow any more chairs! I need the last one to sit on!

-What?

Oh... Sorry...

Who are you?

-The 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?

-What?!

-Yes, only for 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.

I'm a bit of a whizz on that thing!

All right. I need some information on a woman named Layton.

A woman, eh? I see...

I have her age, but I need an address or place of work.

This is your dream girl, is it?

Look...let me use your console.

You must be joking! When a woman's involved, there's no stopping me!

Let's have that sheet.

-Sod it! It's broken!

-Switch it on.

Oh, yes.

Look, you're putting me off! Go away, and I'll knock when I've finished.

Go on! I'm not going to elope with her!

All right.

Sam!

-KURTZMANN'S VOICE:

-Sam!

Don't go!

PLEASE!

KNOCK

KNOCK

Well?

Computers are my forte!

Let me see! Gillian Layton... Colouring - white, eyes - blue, marks - scar on left...

Is this all?

-Best to take things slowly with some women!

-Let me see!

Hey! That's mine!

Layton...

..truck driver. All inquiries to Reference Officer 412/L, Room 5001.

Ah, Lowry! Glad I caught you... Rescind this...

About this personnel transporter... No... Yes...

YOU took it out... Send that out...

Tidy it up, will you? And get a new suit. Don't you want the lift...?

Ahem...

SHE MOUTHS SILENTLY

Can I help you?

SCREAMS THROUGH EARPHONES

I'm looking for Officer 412/L.

He won't be very long now.

BELL RINGS I thought so!

BUZZER

You may go in now.

Oh! Not that one! THAT one!

Excuse me, are you Officer 412/L?

Excuse me!

-Jack!

-Sam! I heard you were coming aboard!

Congratulations, DZ-015!

Thanks. Are YOU Officer 412/L?

-That's me! And Sam... a very happy Christmas!

-Thanks, Jack.

-Settling in all right?

-Yes, fine.

-I need some information.

-This is Information RETRIEVAL, not Dispersal.

Amy! Don't throw the ball around!

I'm HOLLY.

-Sorry, darling!

-A triplet?

Yes. Barbara's taken the other two Christmas shopping.

-Are you still calling her Barbara?

-Why not? Don't you like it?

Yes, it's...fine.

Let's get these together.

Jack, I need to find out about a woman.

Chloe, let's make the word "cat"!

-I'm Holly. So you are!

-This is her.

-Layton! Oh, shit! How much do you know about this?

-Not much.

-What does B58/732 mean?

-Buttle.

You always were bloody quick, Sam. Who else knows? Warrenn? Helpmann?

-I only know you got the wrong man.

-Information Transit did that.

-I got the RIGHT man. The wrong man was delivered to me as the right man. Was

-I

-wrong?

-YOU killed Buttle?

-There are rules laid down to prevent these things...

Buttle's heart condition wasn't on Tuttle's file! ..Come on, love.

Jack, I really need to know about...

Tuttle? We'll interrogate him at the same voltage as Buttle, and juggle the electrical books!

-What's Tuttle done?

-Freelance subversion.

-A subversive...

-Then I need Layton.

What has she done?

She witnessed the Buttle arrest. She's been making allegations, trying to exploit the situation.

She must be working for someone.

-A terrorist...?

-< BUZZER

'The next customer's here.' Thank you.

-What will you do about Layton?

-Security will pick her up by 6.00.

So she can spill the beans?

< TOYS CRASH Don't do that, Holly!

Jack, why don't I try to find her? I'll...er, de-activate her for you.

-I don't want to be involved in anything unsavoury.

-Trust me.

-Come on, love...

-Give me her file.

Trust me, Jack.

All right...

but, for Christ's sake, don't lose it!

Sit down, love...

-Sam...

-Don't worry!

..You need a new suit.

Here...

Try this. Goodbye!

-Bye!

-But, Jack, I...

Put it on. I won't look at your willy!

MUFFLED GRUNTS < Oh, let him go!

UNHEALTHY BUZZES

..I've just BEEN!

TRIUMPHANT MUSIC

MUSIC DROWNS CONVERSATION

MUSIC DIES

Oh, God! Come on!

Shit!

Oi! Come out of there!

That's the Deputy Minister's lift!

-Sorry! I'm in a hurry.

-Oi! Come here, sonny!

-Let's see your ID card, eh?

-My ID... Oh, God! This isn't my suit...

I'm Lowry. Sam Lowry. Can't this wait?

No, sir. I'm going to have to fill in a report about this. Now what is the date today?

-It'll have to wait!

-Oi! Stop!

WHISTLE BLOWS

ALARM SIREN RINGS

Ready...aim...

STOP! Don't shoot!

Well done, men! Quick thinking.

Excellent work... Er, I'll take charge of it now.

Good...good man...OK...

It's...er....

um...a classified matter...

and I'll include your fine handling of the situation in my report.

Er...great! Er... Merry Christmas, Dawson.

Now, come along with me, please.

Great...excellent...well done...

Thank you.

-Just keep moving!

-< Hey! You!

Pick up all these things!

-Jesus!

-< Pick them up!

It's disgraceful! Can't you read? You illiterate foreign pig!

-You mess up our streets...

-God!

STOP!

That's it! Let's go!

What are you doing?! For Christ's sake, keep moving!

Get out of my cab.

What?! Just DRIVE!

You touched me. Nobody touches me!

What? Oh, shit! Look...please drive on, will you?

-Move over...!

-Don't touch that! Don't touch anything!

It's OK, officer. Everything's under control!

Listen! Please drive! Trust me. You are in terrible danger!

Please, please!

Please drive!

-Trust me! Drive, and I'll explain everything!

-Please, get out of my cab. I'm sorry, but...

OK! You've asked for it!! I'm Information Retrieval Officer D...er, DZ/105!

I'm arresting you, so DRIVE, or I'll blast your fucking head off!

GO!

Look, I'm sorry about touching you without permission, but...er...

..Hello! My name's Lowry. Er...Sam Lowry.

I've been...er...

You won't believe this, but... um... I've been dreaming about you.

Not like that... I mean, I love you.

Er...in my dreams, I love you, and...er...

..Extraordinary, isn't it?

Um...anyway...

..er, you...

..you don't believe me, do you?

You probably think I'm bonkers, don't you? 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!

Damn right!

You don't trust me, do you?

'BRAZIL' THEME PLAYS

-We shouldn't be here!

-It's my job!

-They'll be lying in wait.

-You're paranoid! You've no sense of reality.

What? Hey, wait!

-We should take the lorry and run!

-Where to?

-Anywhere!

-There isn't anywhere!

-Just far away!

-It's not far enough!

-But...wait!

Jill!

-What's in the parcel?

-A Christmas present.

-Oh.

-It's heavy.

-It's a heavy Christmas present.

-If you don't trust me, open it.

-No, no, that's fine.

I'd spoil the wrapping.

Besides, if I want you to trust me, it's only fair I should trust you.

-Don't they bother you? The things you do at Information Retrieval?

-What?

Would you rather have terrorists?

How many terrorists have you met?

-ACTUAL terrorists?

-Yeah.

Well, it's only my first day.

-Oh-oh!

-A road-block!

.

Look, I'm sorry about touching you without permission, but...er...

..Hello! My name's Lowry. Er...Sam Lowry.

I've been...er...

You won't believe this, but... um... I've been dreaming about you.

Not like that... I mean, I love you.

Er...in my dreams, I love you, and...er...

..Extraordinary, isn't it?

Um...anyway...

..er, you...

..you don't believe me, do you?

You probably think I'm bonkers, don't you? 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!

Damn right!

You don't trust me, do you?

'BRAZIL' THEME PLAYS

-We shouldn't be here!

-It's my job!

-They'll be lying in wait.

-You're paranoid! You've no sense of reality.

What? Hey, wait!

-We should take the lorry and run!

-Where to?

-Anywhere!

-There isn't anywhere!

-Just far away!

-It's not far enough!

-But...wait!

Jill!

-What's in the parcel?

-A Christmas present.

-Oh.

-It's heavy.

-It's a heavy Christmas present.

-If you don't trust me, open it.

-No, no, that's fine.

I'd spoil the wrapping.

Besides, if I want you to trust me, it's only fair I should trust you.

-Don't they bother you? The things you do at Information Retrieval?

-What?

Would you rather have terrorists?

How many terrorists have you met?

-ACTUAL terrorists?

-Yeah.

Well, it's only my first day.

-Oh-oh!

-A road-block!

-What are we going to do?

-Keep calm.

-Don't slow down! Please don't!

Go straight ahead! Go!

Go! Go through it!

We did it! We did it! We broke right through them! WEEE!

< POLICE SIREN

-Faster!

-Get off me!

-Go!

Keep going! Faster!

-Faster!

-Shut up a minute!

Get off!

-What if we lose the house!

-Don't!

We did it! We did it! We did it! WE DID IT!

Oh, NO...!

BRASS BAND PLAYS CAROL

What would you like for Christmas?

CHILD: My own credit card!

-Why are we HERE?

-Go away!

-Let's go to my flat.

-Forget it!

-Don't you trust me?

-Trust you? A man who hijacks my truck, loses me my job! Of course I do!

I was trying to help!

-What's in that parcel!

-Jesus!

-You saved it from the truck. It must be something special!

-I saved you! You're not special!

-I'm going to open it!

-Leave it!

Sam!

It's me! And Shirley! >

Mrs Terrain!

-That should fix it!

-Sam? >

-Hello, Shirley.

-What'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 present for your mother?

What...? Oh, yes! A little something.

Shirley and I come here regularly.

-We love romantic lingerie.

-Really?

Yes! Picture me in these!

Oh, my God!

GROANS OF PAIN

Jill?

JILL?

Are you all right?

You don't deserve to be! What a bloody stupid thing! These people...

My God! It WAS a bomb! It WAS a bomb!

I knew I should've opened it! I sat there with it...!

There's your bomb, asshole!

Bribes. For official monkeys like you!

Come on! Make yourself useful!

Don't touch her!

Hey! She's hurt! ..Damn it!

Don't touch her!!

STOP!

NO!

Cor! These helmets don't half make your scalp itch!

AND they make you sweat!

I can never see where I'm going for a Niagara of perspiration!

I'm lucky! I've got thick eyebrows which channel it out to the ears.

- Who's he? - Someone from Information Retrieval.

They're always in lingerie!

Where is she?

-Jill, is that you?

-Um, excuse me, sir...

That's government property. >

Jill... Jill, answer me!

I'm looking for a girl with blonde hair and green eyes.

Dunno. They check that at the depot.

-We can't allow that, sir. More than our job's worth!

-Jill, you must be here!

You can fill in an application form. Now do stop, PLEASE!

-Jill!

-Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Sorry about that, sir. Regulations.

It's a black eye for the department!

However you behaved at Records, THIS is an executive branch!

We're proud of our reputation. Dammit, Lowry!

The personnel carriers! I told you to deal with it! What's this mess?

An empty desk is an efficient desk!

Queries from Security! Searches about a cheque! Notices about unreturned receipts!

-I have to find out about...

-TURN UP! What's going on, Lowry?

Don't think you can intimidate us with your friends and relatives in high places. Now, SHAPE UP!

Lime! I have to use your computer.

Sorry. Bit busy at the moment. You have a lot to do yourself!

Shit!

Come off it! You can say if she's been arrested.

I'm sorry. This whole case has become more complicated than before.

But she's done nothing wrong, Jack!

Tell that to the wives of the men she blew up! She's not alone in this.

We've had a report that Tuttle has wrecked an entire flat.

In fact, it's in your block.

I should keep my eyes open. Bye!

-You don't really think Tuttle and the girl are in league?

-I do.

Everything's connected. Cause and effect.

Our job is to trace the connections and reveal them.

This whole Buttle/Tuttle confusion was obviously planned. Bye-bye!

But, Jack! She's innocent, Jack!

-Sam, we've always been close, haven't we?

-Yes, Jack!

Until this blows over, just stay away from me.

HE LAUGHS MANICALLY

< SCREAMING

EXPLOSION

God!

It's you! What's happening? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

- Thermostat's gone! And then some! - Then some!

-PHONE RINGS

-What's happened?

-Hello?

For you. But you don't live here.

-What?!

-Absolutely! See this?

This is an H22O6, authorising the compulsory requisitioning of this flat

for necessary repairs. > Repairs!

- Don't forget your receipt! - Your receipt!

I'm a stickler for paperwork!

Bastards!

Ssshh!

Tuttle!

-What are you doing?

-Ssshh!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, Jesus!

Ohhh!

-EXPLOSION

-Shit!

We're all in it together, kid!

Jill! JILL!

Jill!

Oh, God! Are you all right?

-What happened to you after...?

-Your face. Were you hurt?

No, er...I'm fine. It's...

Well, I...

I've been woried sick about you.

Ahem!

-Who was THAT?

-A friend of mine. He...

-SIRENS WAIL

We'd better get out of here quick! Come on!

Come quickly!

-Are you sure this is all right?

-Yes, certainly.

My mother's away for Christmas.

She's spending it at the plastic surgeon's.

The wraps come off tomorrow.

TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYS

Lock the door after me. Don't answer it to anyone.

-Where are you going?

-To save you! Trust me.

-You can't go without me!

-DOOR SLAMS

Could you put me through to Mr Helpmann's office?

I'm afraid you have to go through the proper channels.

And you can't tell me what they are because it's classified information.

I'm glad to see that the Ministry is still recruiting the best, sir.

Thank you, Dawson.

- Goodnight, Mr Lime. - Goodnight, Dawson.

# The first Noel, the angels did say

# Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

# In fields where they... # No, Arthur! You're flat on the G!

Take a deep breath after 'Noel'. Ready? One, two, three...

# The first Noel... #

HELPMANN'S VOICE: "'Ere I am, J.H.

-"The ghost in the machine."

-E...I...A...M...J...H!

Mr Helpmann?

Mr Helpmann?

Mr Helpmann?

Jill?

Jill?

Who's there?

What do you think?

Is it me?

Well?

You don't exist any more.

I've killed you.

Jill Layton's dead.

Care for a little necrophilia?

TRIUMPHANT CRESCENDO

Merry Christmas!

Something for an executive?

She's dead! She's a friend...

NO! NO!

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

93/HKS/608 is charged with this...

Giving aid and comfort to enemies of society. Concealing fugitives from justice. Passing documents...

..Destroying government property, viz numerous personnel carriers...

..Forging the signature of the Head of Records. Misdirecting Ministry cheques...

..Tampering with ducts. Obstructing the forces of law and order...

..Bringing into disrepute the name of Information Retrieval...

..Disrupting the Ministry's internal communication system. Wasting Ministry time and paper...

Either you plead guilty to 7 or 8 charges, which will keep costs within your means,

or you can borrow from us, at competitive rates...

We can offer you 11½ per cent, but you must buy insurance to qualify...

Or, more specifically, against electricity charges over £70...

At this stage, just sign this form.

Think carefully before you decide. That's always a wise course.

Sam... What are we going to do with you?

Where's Jill?

I've got to find her. Please!

-Please get me out of here!

-I understand exactly how you feel,

so I've brought you some barley water!

-Please help me.

-I assure you, I'm doing everything in my power.

But the rules of the game are laid down. We all have to obey. Even me.

It's all a mistake. You've got to understand that.

From the department's point of view, there was certainly an own goal.

I'm not a terrorist. You know that! Please, please get me out of here!

Information Retrieval is expensive. You'll get a huge bill by not co-operating.

Please!

Please, Mr Helpmann, help me find Jill!

Jill...er, 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, it's all right! I did that.

The odd thing is, it appears to have happened twice. A disputed call, I'm afraid.

Twice?

There you are. All I can say is, don't fall at the last fence!

The post's in sight! See you in the paddock! And think of your mother.

Keep your eye on the ball. I mustn't keep the orphans waiting!

Don't fight it, son. Confess quickly!

If you hold out too long, you jeopardise your credit-rating!

Jack?

Oh, Jack!

-Jack! Jack!

-Shut up!

Jack... Jack, I'm innocent. Please, help me!

Bastard!

Jack, this is all a mistake. Please take that mask off!

You stupid bastard! How could you do this to me!

-I'm frightened!

-How do you think I feel? You shit!

-Jack...

-Shut up!

This is a professional relationship.

Jack... Jack! No, you can't!

Jack, please! No, Jack... No...don't! Please, Jack!

Sam!

-Are you OK?

-Tuttle!

Call me Harry.

Ah, 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 here physically new.

She goes hence not so new. But the spirit never grows old.

Ahem... Madame Lowry.

Mother!

Oh, Sam!

Mother...? Mother!

Stop calling me that!

Mother! Mother, please!

-Is this guy bothering you?

-Ooh, no!

-MOTHER!

-..Go away!

This is a very sacred moment.

EXPLOSIONS

He's got away from us, Jack.

I'm afraid you're right, Mr Helpmann. He's gone.

SAM BEGINS TO HUM QUIETLY THE 'BRAZIL' THEME

-SAM'S VOICE, VERY SOFTLY: #

-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 Brazil.

-#

Subtitles by Martin Davies, 1988

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