it's so good to see you. since this bloody terrorist business, the old man has me literally chained to the office.
it comes with the job. how are things in the eye, conrad?
i'm afraid so. we're dealing with a pathological psychotic in the most extreme case. we'll catch him though. i promise.
goodbye, helen. conrad.
until you're half the woman of helen's sophistication, i'd keep your little mouth shut.
really, just look at the way you dress.
everyone is so worried about the terrorist. especially susan. you know why? because nobody knows what he's going to do.
if i were him, i know what i'd do.
i'd blow that fat bastard to kingdom come.
am i?
there's an old train line under the new government building. it collapsed when they poured the foundation. you could haul in enough tnt to launch our leader's ass all the way to the moon.
you need to be careful, helen. your mouth is going to get you into trouble one day.
you never know who might be listening.
i don't want to hear it, rosemary.
i don't have to take any crap from you! i have that fat bastard riding me all day. i don't want to listen to you, so shut your fat gob!
and me not wanting to fuck you is obvious. take a look at yourself.
get out of my sight. i'm cleaning my gun.
bang.
don't worry, rose. i didn't load it.
not tonight.
almond. what?! where?
oh god, yes! god, thank you!
don't move an inch, you bloody bastard.
you didn't hear me arrive, did you? didn't know we'd rumbled you?
it's all finished, chummy. all of it. the old man told me it was my head or yours and what do you know. it's yours.
because you're standing over there with your bloody stupid knives and your fancy karate gimmicks --
and i've got a gun.
bang.
who -- who are you?
horrible! god, it's horrible!