Are you alright?
Yeah.
Well, you don't deserve to be!
Most scenes together: Sam Lowry & Jack Lint (5), Sam Lowry & Jill Layton (5)
Are you alright?
Yeah.
Well, you don't deserve to be!
Better still, send it to Buttle, after all it's his cheque.
I've tried that. Look at this/ [shows Sam a file] You see? The population census has got him down as dormanted. The Central Collective Storehouse computer has got him down as deleted...
Hang on. [goes to computer terminal and begins typing]
...Information Retrieval has got him down as inoperative. And there's another one - Security has got him down as excised. Administration's got him down as completed...
He's dead.
L... [pause] Dead? Well, that's awful!
We'll never get rid of the damn thing now! What are we going to do Sam?
Excuse me, Dawson, can 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 and best, sir.
Thank you, Dawson.
How are the twins?
Triplets.
My, how time flies!
I don't want dessert. I don't want a promotion. I don't want anything.
Of course you want something. You must have hopes, wishes, dreams.
No, nothing. Not even dreams!
I only know you got the wrong man.
Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the *right* man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?
I only know you got the wrong man.
Information Transit got to 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?
Sam, there are very rigid parameters laid down to prevent such things happening. It wasn't my fault that Buttle's heart condition didn't appear on Tuttle's file... We're going to have to bring Mr. Tuttle in, aren't we? 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, uh, free lance subversion. Then all I need to wrap up the case is the Layton woman.
What has she done?
Oh, she witnessed the Tuttle, uhm, the Buttle arrest and essentially is going around making wild allegations, obviously trying to exploit the situation. She's working for someone and I don't think it's us.
Is that one of your triplets?
Yeah, probably.
It's not the machine. There's a mismatch on the personnel code numbers... Tuttle should have had £31.06, debited against his account, not Buttle!
Oh my God, a mistake!
Well at least it's not ours.
Isn't it? Whose is it?
Information Retrieval.
Oh, good!
My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry. I've been told to report to Mr. Warrenn.
Thirtieth floor, sir. You're expected.
Um... don't you want to search me?
No sir.
Do you want to see my ID?
No need, sir.
But I could be anybody.
No you couldn't sir. This is Information Retrieval.
Remember me to Alison and the twins.
Triplets.
Triplets? God, how time flies.
You don't exist anymore. I've killed you. Jill Layton is dead.
Care for a little necrophilia?
What would you like for Christmas?
My own credit card.
Central Services: We do the work, you do the pleasure.
Hi, there. I want to talk to you about ducts.
How do you account for the fact that the bombing campaign has been going on for thirteen years?
Beginners' luck.