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♪

♪ Not now, you keep saying ♪

♪ You're not ready to fall ♪

♪ But me, I keep praying ♪

♪ My heart's to the wall ♪

♪ It's all to exciting ♪

♪ How can you resist? ♪

♪ I never seen eyes ♪

♪ Nearly that size ♪

♪ You gotta be kissed ♪

♪ Not now, you're repeating ♪

♪ For mercy I plead ♪

♪ It's no way of treating ♪

♪ A lover in need ♪

♪ Although I keep trying ♪

♪ The fruit's still on the bow ♪

♪ It's meant to be picked ♪

♪ But you got me licked ♪

♪ And how ♪

♪ How can you say ♪

♪ Not now? ♪

♪

Come on Rose,

let's have a smile.

Yeah, come on.

Can you smile for me?

[speaking Russian]

Could we have one of

Comrade Petrovyan on his own?

[speaking Russian]

Lovely, lovely.

♪

Oh! Lovely.

♪

♪

[whistles]

Oi, look at this, lads.

[men whistling]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[all clamoring]

Incredible.

♪

[laughter, shouting]

[men speaking Russian]

[grunts]

Ah! Ooh!

Hey!

MAN: What's she doing?

In the car boot! Hurry!

In the car boot!

In the car boot! Hurry!

♪

Ah!

♪

Rudi!

[gasps]

[all shouting]

Look out! Maniac!

[all shouting]

♪

[birds chirping]

[sobbing]

Afternoon, Hoskins.

Afternoon, Commander.

All well?

Aye, aye, sir.

How's the car running?

Oh, not bad.

Seems to have developed

a slight bump

in the rear end, though.

♪

Psst!

Psst!

Psst!

Excuse me!

Oh, my God.

[opera music plays]

Nancy!

Nancy!

[mouthing along with opera]

Nancy!

[mouthing opera]

[shuts off radio]

[continues mouthing]

Oh!

Hello.

Hello, my darling.

Is your mother in?

No, no, she's gone to London.

Shopping.

That'll cost me something.

[chuckles]

Mm. Any important messages?

No, it hasn't rung all day.

Ah.

Maybe the Prime Minister

doesn't love you anymore.

Nancy, please.

That's how rumors start.

How was the Ministry

of Defense today?

Absolute hell.

Oh, poor daddy.

A cup of tea?

No thank you, my darling.

A nice bath,

and then I'm going fishing.

Fishing? You can't!

Why not?

Gerry's coming down

this afternoon.

Staying the weekend.

Gerry, huh?

Who the devil is Gerry?

Gerry Buss.

I told you about him.

He's my boyfriend.

Not another arty-crafty

dropout.

He's a civil servant.

My God. They're the worst.

You should have a lot

in common.

He's a PA to the PPS to the PM.

Oh, never mind, darling.

He'll get over it.

I'll meet Gerry in the morning.

I'm going fishing.

I hope you don't

catch anything.

I will. I'm not like you

and your young men, you know.

When I get my hooks

in some poor fish,

I land him, just...

[panting]

[classical music plays]

[panting]

All right, Hoskins.

[wheezing]

Take your time.

[wheezing]

Something's happened

in the garden?

[wheezing]

You've got two big

chrysanthemums?

[wheezing]

You want to rejoin

the navy?

Commander!

Defective in the car!

I'll get the garage

to fix it.

No, no! Some Russian bloke.

This sexy beast put him

in your father's car.

It's been a long day,

Hoskins.

[on radio] We interrupt

this program to give you the

latest news on the defective

Russian.

Uh...

[on radio] Russian dancer

who defected in London today

has been named as Rudi Petrovyan

and the young British girl

who assisted him

has been named

as Barbara Wilcox,

a strip tease artist

working in a London nightclub.

I might have known it.

[on radio] Eyewitnesses

described her as blond,

of medium height,

wearing brown shoes,

pink panties,

and no brassier.

[shuts off radio]

And he's in the boot

of Father's car!

Your father didn't know

nothing about it.

[unintelligible]

What, the one with the

brown shoes, the pink and...

No, she's covered up now.

And she's here?

In the rhododendrons.

Oh!

I hope this doesn't affect

my pension.

[on radio] The defection

of Petrovyan comes at a

particularly embarrassing moment

for the government,

with the visit of the Russian

foreign minister

less than a week away.

[man shouts]

Father must have the key

with him.

Mad, that's what you are.

Aiding and abetting criminals.

Nonsense.

You heard what the poor girl

told us, it was love

at first sight.

I heard what she told us,

all right. This Russkie

picked her up in some London

club where she strips

twice nightly.

You have no soul, Hoskins.

[knocks]

You'll have to wait

till I get the key.

[man yells in Russian]

Is he all right?

You keep out of the way.

I'll have to get the key

from my father.

Oh. You're a darling...

Get back in the bleeding

bushes!

Would you moderate your

language, Hoskins!

[unintelligible] language.

[man shouting in Russian]

You can piss off-ski

for a start.

Daddy?

Daddy!

Daddy!

What is it?

Oh! Um,

have you got the keys

for the car?

Um, I want to put it

in the garage for you.

That's OK, darling.

I'm just off.

Off?

I told you.

I'm going fishing.

Are you... are you taking

the car with you?

Yes.

No!

Um, no, you must walk

to the river, do you good.

15 miles?

Oh, yes. Marvelous.

Don't be ridiculous.

If you mother gets back

before I do, tell her

not to wait up.

Um, you need a fishing hat.

It's in the study, I think.

I don't know whether I do.

No, you have got to have

a fishing hat.

Must I...?

Yes.

I don't need...

I need your car keys.

So I can start the engine

and you can get away

really quickly.

Have you been at Hoskins'

homemade wine?

Find your hat.

Uh...

Is everything OK?

Get him out of Father's boot

and away as soon as possible.

There. Good luck.

Nancy, I... I can't find

my... my...

Who's that?

Hoskins.

Hoskins? [sniffs]

He's wearing a very expensive

perfume.

Yes. [sniffs]

Very nice.

He sailed with me

for 20 years.

I've never noticed it before.

Well, never mind about that.

Now where is your hat?

I just remembered,

I left it in the...

in the kitchen.

That was close.

You're a darling.

Who was that?

What?

Oh. Hoskins again.

Well, I'm off.

Uh, Father.

What?

Have you got everything?

Well, I did have...

Are you sure?

Yes.

Bait?

Yes, yes.

Flies?

Hm? Oh. Yes, flies.

I've got...

You need a scarf.

No, it's all right.

Really, I'm fine.

No. No.

You've got to have a scarf.

Oh? I don't wanna...

Oh, my poor darling! Oh!

[speaking Russian]

Bloody nightmare this is.

You need a pipe.

Do I? Oh.

I've, uh, got to look

after you.

Very nice. Hm.

Now, look, Miss Nancy.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

What is it you want, Hoskins?

I want to see Miss Nancy.

Can I leave now?

Can he?

Yes.

Thank you.

[sniffing]

Look, that blond bitch

has taken the Russkie down

past my cottage.

It'll be all right.

They'll be gone in a moment.

I don't care.

I'm not having this place

turned into a political asylum.

[speaking Russian]

Oh! Oh...

♪

[speaking Russian]

♪

Hello there. I'm looking

for Commander Rimmington's

place.

Rather short signed

in the jolly old country.

Are you local fellows?

Does Commander Rimmington

live here?

I said, does Commander

Rimmington live here?

Commander Rimmington?

Commander!

All right.

Happy muck spreading.

♪

You must be out

of your mind, Miss Nancy.

Stop being difficult,

Hoskins.

They're staying here

until we've decided what to do.

Oh, you're a darling.

[speaking Russian]

Hardly speaks a word

of English. Mind you, darling,

he makes up for it

in other ways.

Randy...

Here, safe.

Safe.

Miss Rimmington, safe.

Ah!

Oh, I say. I'm honored.

Absolutely honored.

[speaking Russian]

He's a sweetie, isn't he?

Oh, no, don't stop.

[speaking Russian]

What did he say?

Sounded dead sexy,

whatever it was.

Ah!

Get that twit down.

Quick.

Take him up to the attic.

I'll go and see who it is.

Oh, no, not now. Later.

Upstairs attic.

[speaking Russian]

Rudi! You upstairs.

You and me.

[speaking Russian]

He's a blooming sex maniac.

[knocking]

I'm just, uh, gonna

look after my composting.

What about me?

I think you're already ready.

[Rudi speaking Russian]

Calm down, Rudi.

Ah!

[speaking Russian]

OK, don't get your

knickers in a twist.

What's happening?

He's have a tiny

temperament, darling.

He's a star, you see.

[knocking]

Back upstairs!

[speaking Russian]

Yes, all right.

I think he's trying to say

the attic's too small.

What are you trying to do

up there?

It's his practice time.

He needs a lot of space.

[speaking Russian]

Anybody at home?

Ha! Hm! [speaking Russian]

How do you do?

How nice to see you, Gerry.

Yes, yes!

Yes?

Ah!

How do you do?

How do you do? Mr. Buss.

Is Mr. Buss one of us?

Oh, yes.

It's all right,

he's a friend.

Uh, him [speaking Russian].

[speaking Russian]

Ah! [speaking Russian]

Good heavens.

[speaking Russian]

No, no! Not again.

Nancy, he's speaking Russian.

Does the name Rudi

Petrovyan mean anything...

Ha! Petrovyan!

Again!

[speaking Russian]

No, no!

You must not make

a [speaking Russian] out of me.

Ah!

Nancy, he's not only

speaking Russian...

He flees.

Yes.

Barbara?

Yes.

This is terrible.

What are they doing here?

Never mind.

The point is we're going

to help them.

We most certainly are not.

It'll be a serious

embarrassment to out government.

The Russian foreign minister's

due here next week.

You needn't think you're going

to get political asylum here,

you know.

Bravo, bravo! [smacks kiss]

Stop that.

Everybody will be looking

for them. Our special branch,

Russian security officers.

They've already found us.

They're waiting on the lane.

There you are,

they're waiting in the lane.

[unintelligible]

They've seen me.

Me, a PA to the PPS to the PM.

We'll just have

to hand him over.

[speaking Russian]

Shut up!

Ah! Bravo, bravo!

Get rid of him

while we discuss this.

Oh, I'm so pleased

you're going to help.

I'm not helping!

You, upstairs, attic.

[speaking Russian]

I beg your pardon?

[speaking Russian]

I'll look it up in my

English-Russian dictionary.

You, clear off.

[speaking Russian]

Never mind

"Jackie pull the chain".

You, upstairs.

Miss Rimmington

will take you upstairs

for five minutes.

Ay-yi-yi!

Steady, steady. You upstairs.

[speaking Russian]

I think I've got it.

Ah!

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

"Claus-trop-hobia!"

That's English?

Claus-drop-hobia?

Claustrophobia.

He's had it in the attic.

Too bad.

You, upstairs.

Claustrophobia.

You, Siberia.

No!

Right. Let's discuss this

calmly and quietly.

Good idea.

I'll put the kettle on.

And you come and tell us

how you like it.

♪

I don't care how

romantic Petrovyan's story is.

Can't you see,

every night when he's supposed

to be asleep in his hotel,

Russian security guards

out in the hall, there's Rudi

climbing down the drain pipe.

Wish he had broken his neck.

Just so that he can spend

a few hours watching his beloved

dance.

It was my specialty

that got him. [humming]

I can make one boob

go one way, and one the other.

Would you like to see?

Sounds absolutely...

Certainly not.

[tea kettle whistles]

The only thing I want to see

is the back of that fellow

up there.

How do you like it, Barbara?

As it comes, please, Nancy.

What a pair.

Saucy, Mr. Buss.

Here we are then.

Nancy?

Hm?

You, sit there.

[unintelligible]

Thank you.

We can either hand Petrovyan

over to those Russian embassy

officials, or we can telephone

the local police.

Do you realize you haven't

even said hello properly, Gerry?

Hello, properly Gerry. Now...

And my kiss.

Here, Miss Nancy.

No time for that now.

There's a fellow just got out

of a taxi, and he...

Who are you?

He's Mr. Buss.

He should have come by taxi

too.

I'm a friend

of Miss Rimmington's.

Oh, good. You're the

accomplice now.

No!

[knocking]

Oh, please, you will help

us, Gerry.

GERRY: What are you doing

down here?

[speaking Russian]

Get back upstairs!

[knocking]

[speaking Russian]

Shut your great, big,

Russian cakehole.

Whoever it is,

get rid of him.

Me?

Yes, say everybody's out.

Pretend you don't understand.

Pretend you're daft and deaf.

Daft and what?

Deaf! Nancy, come help me.

You, upstairs!

We're gonna play lovely games

with you.

What games?

Russian roulette.

[knocking]

Oh, God.

I've been knocking forever.

That's no good.

Ever don't live here.

Can I see

Commander Rimmington?

I don't think so.

Commander Rimmington,

where is he?

He's out.

Blast it! I'll wait.

No, no. You can't do that.

I most certainly can.

This is imperative.

"Go directly to jail,

"do not pass go,

do not collect $200..."

Mivi?

MI6.

MI...

Government security.

How long will the commander be?

Oh, I don't know.

I think... I think he might...

[stammering] Oh, God.

♪

No time for games. [laughs]

What?

Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

I thought I recognized you.

I've come urgently to see

Commander Rimmington.

Oh, dear.

I mean, oh, dear, he's out

at the moment.

So I gather.

May I ask who you are?

Yes, of course, darling.

Don't you know Mrs. Rimmington?

I know neither the commander

nor his wife.

I'm the commander's wife.

Isn't it?

I'll tell the commander

you called.

Mrs. Rimmington, please,

I'll wait till the commander

returns.

Why not just leave a message,

darling?

No, no.

Excuse me, sir. Oh.

Are you definitely going

to insist on waiting here?

Yes, definitely.

All right.

Much safer

to leave a message.

No, it's far too big.

Too important.

Don't be difficult, Gerry!

You look smashing!

He'll know I'm not

the commander!

He's never met him!

Now get down there!

What I have to say is for

the commander's ears alone.

Why me?

Love! Barbara and Rudi

love each other.

What has that got to do

with me?

Love then.

You love me, don't you?

And I love you. [grunts]

Do you really?

Oh, yes.

I love you too.

Now get down there!

[grunting]

Look out, Hoskins.

Aye, aye, Commander

Rimmington, sir.

It was the submarine.

Welcome aboard.

Bit of a swell.

My name's Laver.

Security. Jolly good.

Can I see you alone,

Commander? This, um,

this isn't even for your

wife's ears.

I understand.

I don't understand.

I'll go, my dearest darling.

Why are you...

I'm your wife, you fool.

She's my wife, you fool.

We've been apart so long

it's bigger than both of us.

Is there anything I can

get you, darling?

No thank you.

Anything you fancy,

Mr. Laver?

No, thank you.

How about some tea,

my little Jack Tar?

Tea? Ta-ta.

I know how you like it.

Yes. She knows how I like it.

A nice cup of tea, Mr. Laver?

Very well, thank you.

Sugar?

Two lumps.

Milk?

No, no.

[giggles]

May we get down to business,

Commander?

Of course.

There was a very nasty

stink in Whitehall today.

Fortunately, there was no

suggestion that I

was responsible for it.

I'm glad.

However, a minister spent

a very unpleasant half hour

with the Russian ambassador.

[stammering]

About this Petrovyan fellow.

[stammering]

The minister has sent you

an information signal.

Shouldn't have bothered,

really.

Just wait one tiny,

nautical moment.

Have that back,

it may come in handy.

Clearly, but this is ridiculous.

[speaking gibberish]

I can't make head

nor tail of this.

You will when you've

decoded it.

Decoded it?

As you can see, sir,

it's 4ABF.

Language.

4ABF coded, top secret.

Coded top secret?

That's splendid. Have a pleasant

journey back to town.

Really, Commander.

Surely, you're conversant

with BF procedure?

Intimately.

But until you've gone,

I can't decode the BF message.

Can I?

BF procedure, Commander.

You decode the information

signal, study it, reply

immediately, and then

get rid of it in the usual way.

Yes. Tell you what, Laver.

I'll get down to this

decoding business,

while you take a pleasant,

little stroll in the garden.

Very well, sir.

But time is of the essence.

Don't worry. I'm the fastest

BF decoder in the business.

Look out for the gnomes.

Nancy!

Miss Wilcox!

Kettle's clogging up.

Yes, so is everything else.

Well done, Gerry.

Has he gone?

No, he hasn't.

He's out there and he's brought

this coded message

for your father all about him!

You'll have to go!

[wheezing]

Don't do that!

[wheezing]

The suspense is killing us.

[wheezing]

We're all gonna be shot!

Shot?

There's two blokes down by

my cottage talking all

"ski" and "ich."

♪

We know all about those two.

They're Russian security men.

You wretched fellow.

Yes.

I'll tell you what.

Let's hand him over.

If we hand him over,

Father's bound to be

dragged into it.

What we gonna do, Mr. Buss?

You're in control.

Far from it.

Excuse me, Commander.

I wonder if I...

He's, um...

He's my hairdresser.

Well, actually I, um,

I came back for my briefcase.

Oh. There it is.

Your, uh, your hairdresser.

Yes. He's lost his grip.

Your briefcase.

Thank you. Oh.

I haven't had the pleasure.

That's Commander's daughter,

Nancy.

I'm the Commander's

daughter's nanny.

Nanny.

Yes, the au pair.

I was terribly lucky to get her.

Yes, my wife's got the best

au pair in the business.

Nanny. Nanny. She looks after

our three or four children.

Am I still the gardener?

Tell you what, Laver.

Why don't you go out to the

garden, take a drink with you?

Whiskey? Gin? Vodka?

Vodka!

No alcohol, thank you.

Quite right. Filthy habit.

Just the garden.

Enjoy the fresh air.

I suppose I can spare

a few moments to, uh,

sit on the lawn

and read my newspaper.

Is that this evening's

newspaper?

Yes.

Have you read it?

No.

Oh. Ha!

What on earth?

Very temperamental,

hairdressers.

Good Lord.

Commander, may I have

my newspaper?

Of course.

Thank you.

Come along, Rudi.

If he'd seen your

photograph, we've had had it.

I'm just going down to my

cottage.

Burial money's under the bed.

No! You stay here.

He won't recognize Rudi.

There's a picture of him

in "Swan Lake."

Ah! [speaking Russian] Ha!

Will you stop that!

Ha!

He's got to go.

Come here!

[humming]

How do you turn him off?

Do something!

Hey!

Excuse me, Commander.

Ha!

We'll get the tea.

We'll have to fix up

Mr. Laver. Hurry with the tea.

Fix him?

This should do it.

What are they?

These pick you up.

And these knock you out.

Good heavens.

Just teaching him the dance

of the Sugarplum Hairdresser.

May I have the front page

of my newspaper?

Uh...

The front page.

Of my newspaper.

Yes, where is it?

In your top pocket.

Tea!

Good heavens! Tea time!

Hm?

You're eating my newspaper.

Yes.

It's tea time.

It's my standard diet.

Tea, Mr. Laver.

Hm? Oh, thank you.

Now, look here.

Cup of tea.

Are you all right,

my dearest?

Probably finding it a bit

difficult digesting the news.

[laughs]

I'm terribly sorry. It's just

that I've never met anybody

before who ate newspapers.

Except bookworms. [laughs]

Bookworms. [laughs]

Bookworms!

[swallowing]

[laughing]

What's come over him?

Drink and drugs.

Oh, I enjoyed that, Nanny.

I say, I say, Nanny,

may I, um,

may I call you Nanny, Nanny?

Mr. Laver, please don't be

with the au pair.

No, indeed.

I don't know what

came over me. Sorry, Nanny.

Made a little boob.

Big boob. [laughs]

Don't know what's come over me.

Commander, the, uh,

the answer to the minister's

message.

Yes.

If you'll just wait outside.

Take a little drink

out there with you.

I'm not actually

used to alcohol, Commander.

You will be, baby,

you will be. Whiskey, gin, rum?

Yes, please. [laughs]

Thank you.

Here you are. Rum, I think.

Heavens, you'll...

You'll have me pitily-twos.

[chuckles] Pitily-twos?

I mean tittily-poos. [laughs]

Pitily-twos. [laughs]

Off you go.

Thank you.

[laughs] Pitily-twos.

Well done, Gerry.

You were wonderful.

Nothing, really.

Oi, 007.

[phone rings]

Hello?

I can't understand you.

Sounds like Russian.

Russian?!

Oh, my God!

♪

There's only one of them

there now.

He's gone back in the lane.

What's this one saying?

Hello!

I can't understand you.

[speaking Russian]

What do you want?

Where he's going.

Psychiatric ward.

Please, speak English.

Now look here.

Do you realize this is British

territory?

[speaking Russian]

If you have something to say,

please don't say it in Russian.

[speaking Russian]

Petrovyan, who's he?

You're talking a load

of Bolshoi.

He's saying "Petrovyan,

Petrovyan, Petrovyan!"

A-ha!

[knocking]

Keep calm.

Keep calm, keep calm...

Where is everybody?

[knocking]

Nancy.

[screams]

I say, Commander.

Have you ever tried

eating tidbits?

[knocking]

[knob rattling]

Nancy, what the devil

is going on there?

Nancy!

[knocking]

Nancy!

Nancy!

Is that you, Father?

'Course it's me!

Why is that door bolted?

And who is that fellow

who slammed the door in my face?

You're supposed to be

fishing.

Car got a puncture.

I had to traipse half a mile

across the field.

Oh, I see.

Nancy...

Uh, Nancy!

Will you open this door!

It is open!

You're not staying, are you?

What do you mean?

I'm staying till the blasted

puncture is mended by

the blasted garage!

What's going on in here?

I say, I don't know you.

Do I?

No, I'm a sailor.

Ah. So I see.

We both wear the same uniform.

Yes.

Damn young to be a commander,

aren't you?

I wear well.

What's your name?

He's Commander Laver

from MI6.

MI6?

What is you want then, Laver?

Nothing.

He's come to see you, Father.

He's got a message for you,

Father.

It's got to be decoded

immediately, Father.

Well, let's have it then.

Yes, Father.

The message.

You are ABF.

You mean it's 4ABF.

Yes.

[phone rings]

Hello? What?

[speaking Russian]

I can't understand

a word you're saying.

Speak English, can't you?

It's for me, sir. Mummy.

I asked her to phone me here.

Sounded like a man's voice.

You haven't met Mummy.

She's speaking Russian.

No, sir, it only sounds

like Russian.

It's my Egyptian mummy.

Hello, Mummy. Yes, it's your

little boy speaking.

No, we don't want any postcards.

Bye-bye.

I'll go and decode this

message.

In the study.

Bloody hell-ski.

No, no! Not in the study.

What do you mean, no, no,

not in the study?

Commander Laver would prefer

that you discuss it

in the garden.

Yes. No! Not in the garden

until Laver... Laver.

Much Laver.

Where would be convenient

for you, Commander Laver?

Not in the kitchen.

No, not in the kitchen.

Upstairs? Upstairs,

in one of the bedrooms.

Bedrooms?

I don't understand...

Just practicing my signals.

I've never seen signals

like that.

You better go and decode

that message, Father.

Yes, in the bedroom.

No, in the study.

Of course. In the study.

How silly of me. [chuckles]

You better put in some leave.

Now to get rid of Petrovyan.

Out!

Out!

Out!

Ah!

Whoa!

What's the noise?

♪

I think my roses

need pruning.

♪

Who are you?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes. He's my boyfriend,

Gerry Buss.

Darling.

Mm!

[Nancy chuckles]

His face seems rather

familiar.

He's a very

familiar boyfriend.

Oh! [laughs]

How do you do?

Yes.

My father, father...

Father. Commander Rimmington.

Ministry of Defense.

British government.

High-up official, commander.

Yes, that just about

sums me up.

Say hello to Daddy.

Ah! Daddy!

[smacks kiss]

[speaking Russian] Daddy.

Is this chap your boyfriend?

Yes! It's quite all right.

Is it?

He's a foreigner, you see,

he can't speak any English.

Foreigner, eh?

French.

Polish.

Half-French, half-Polish.

If he's half-French,

and half-Polish,

how did he come to be called

Gerry?

He was born in Poland.

You said he was

a civil servant.

Yes, with the Polish

government.

He's over here on a course.

[phone rings]

I'll get it.

Hello, Mummy,

I've asked you to stop

phoning me here.

Goodbye. Auf wiedersehen.

[speaks foreign language]

I beg your pardon?

It's your garage for you,

sir, the car's ready.

All right, all right.

All right, all right.

Marvelous.

Off you go then, Daddy.

I've gotta reply to the

signal first.

Blasted nuisance it is.

About some damned defecting

Russian called Petrovyan.

Ah!

Mm!

You say he works

for the Polish government?

Yes.

No wonder they're

a nettle of a mess.

What do you think, Laver?

If he carries on like that

they'll transfer him

to the admiralty.

[laughs]

Is everything all right?

No, it isn't. You, in there!

Father's car!

Will you stop that!

Yes!

You can't get out the front

way because of those Russians.

Right, so you can take Father's

car, cut across the fields,

and it's in the garage

in the village.

Here's the note.

Marvelous.

We go now.

Mm!

Good luck.

Come on, darling.

We're going.

OK.

Head for the big old oak tree

about a quarter of a mile

across the way.

Then keep going.

Thank you.

Goodbye, darlings.

Thank for everything.

Farewell, [speaking Russian]

[sighs] At last,

we can relax.

Relax? What about Laver?

Well, as soon as you

get with my father,

you can give it to Mr. Laver

and off he goes, my clever PA...

to the PPS...

to the PM.

My lovely girl.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

Commander, you're embracing

the au pair girl.

That will be all, Nanny.

Thank you, sir.

Commander, I'm amazed

that you should permit

philandering with the staff

to interfere with matters

of state.

Quite. I stand rebuked.

Especially with your wife

around.

She's very understanding.

You mean she doesn't mind?

No. Plenty for everybody.

Oh, absolutely marvelous.

If you carry on like this,

Commander, you'll never

be made an admiral.

How about a vice admiral?

[laughs]

[mutters]

[phone rings]

Aren't you going

to answer it, sir?

Don't think so.

Hm.

[ringing continues]

Are you all deaf?

Hello?

No, I'll take a message.

Commander Rimmington's not here.

Hoskins!

Oh, uh, well, I mean,

Commander Rimmington is here.

I'll still take a message.

Poor old fellow.

Don't know why I keep him,

really.

All right. Goodbye.

Very well, Hoskins.

Give me the message.

All right.

She's back from London

and would you pick her up

at the station?

Who?

Your wife.

Wife?

It's another one.

Another wife?

No, that would be bigamy.

Very bigamy.

No, it's another girlfriend

pretending to be my wife.

Joining me down here for,

you know...

I say, [unintelligible]

Well, my wife's out

for the evening, so

I invited this girlfriend down.

But you were having it off

with au pair girl just now.

I had five minutes to spare.

Darling, I...

What are you doing back

so early, darling?

I had to return unexpectedly,

darling.

A dash awkward, eh?

She's been out in the garden

with her hairdresser.

Good heavens!

Has he gone?

What's she doing...

That will be all, Nanny.

I wouldn't be in your shoes,

Commander.

Neither would I.

Tell you what, Laver.

I'll get you another bottle.

I've already got two bottles

out there, sir.

Live dangerously, Laver.

The night is young.

And you're so beautiful.

Thank you, Commander.

What are you two doing back

here?

[speaking Russian]

Don't panic, darling.

Our Russian friends

have split up.

There's one watching the front

and one watching the back now.

Oh, no!

Right.

Russians or no Russians,

you two have got to go.

Oh, my God!

[both chattering]

We've had it.

[knocking]

We will just have to plead

insanity and hand him over

to the police.

Police?!

Will you stop that!

Hell of a lot of shouting.

Oh... Good afternoon.

Hello, darling.

I don't think I've...

She's the prospective

candidate for the local council.

Yes. What party?

Liberal.

You better go and decode

that message, Father.

Yes. I wouldn't mind

knowing what the young lady

stands for.

Practically anything.

Get the message, Father.

Oh, yes. Yes, I did.

[knocking]

Keep calm. Keep calm.

Keep calm! Stop shaking!

He was shaking.

Was that a knock at the door?

ALL: No!

RUDI: Yes.

I'll get this reply for you

right away, Laver.

[knocking]

[knocking]

[door slams]

Rudi, quick!

Into the kitchen!

You both deal with the police.

Thank you very much.

Now that was definitely

somebody knocking.

No, sir, no. That was me.

Tap-dancing.

[tapping]

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ I'll come with you ♪

♪ Open the door ♪

♪ We're in a stew ♪

You sit there.

I shall decode this message.

And keep your distance.

Good afternoon, darling.

Afternoon, darling.

Afternoon.

[unintelligible]

Sh, sh, sh, sh!

[unintelligible]

Lovely.

Uh, yes, might I, uh,

inquire who you are?

Yes, of course, darling.

Would you be surprised

if I said I was your local

Liberal candidate?

Yes, I would. That is

Mr. Philips, the undertaker.

Oh, I can't kid you, can I?

What about Mrs. Rimmington?

Have you met her?

No, just the Commander.

Well, how do you do then,

darling?

How do you do,

Mrs. Rimmington?

Thank you for calling.

Put us down for two tickets.

Tickets?

Well, I'm all in favor

of policemen having them.

Having what?

Balls!

Well, my husband and I

love a good dance.

No, madam, I am here

because your neighbor,

Mr. Hargreaves,

has a lady who does.

Lucky Mr. Hargreaves.

[chuckles]

This is a certain Mrs. Frost

and this certain Mrs. Frost

says that she was

in Mr. Hargreaves' garden

earlier today and do you know

what she saw in your driveway?

No.

A young fellow

prancing about

in an effeminate manner.

Effeminate manner?

So with your permission,

I would like to question

your gardener.

Why yes, of course, darling.

I mean, no darling.

I mean, you sit down there

and make yourself

nice and comfortable.

There we are.

And I'll go find him for you.

There.

Oh, I'll just tell

the au pair girl you're here.

Darling!

Yes!

Don't come in, darling.

The police are here.

Constable Pulford,

local police,

in the lounge.

I think I'll just, uh...

What?

Spend a penny?

Go on then.

Thank you.

You better hurry up.

Most kind.

The cops!

Where?

Gave me quite a fright, sir.

Constable Pulford.

Constable Pulford.

Yes, sit down.

Down, yes.

Put your feet up.

I'll just tell the au pair girl

you're here.

Darling!

Yes?

Darling, don't come in

to the lounge, darling.

The local police are here,

darling. Constable Pulford

in the lounge.

I'll just lock the study.

[lock clicks]

Always think it's best

to lock everything up

when the police are around.

Excuse me, sir.

But time is, um... Oh.

Mr. Laver, how nice

to see you. Constable Pulford,

Mr. Laver. Mr. Laver,

Constable Pulford.

Constable...

Commander, the answer

to the minister's message.

Yes. Two minutes

at the most. Take some sherry

outside with you.

Thank you. Most kind.

Could I bother you

for some ice for the whiskey,

please?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[laughs] [unintelligible]

[laughs]

May I ask

who you are, sir?

Certainly. Uh, do you know

Commander Rimmington?

Yes, sir.

Jolly good.

I'm a friend of his.

Commander... ahem.

I'm pleased to meet you,

Commander... ahem?

Pleased to meet you,

Constable. Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

A minute. I'm here

to see your gardener.

The daily help from next door

is in a bit of a condition.

Well, if Hoskins is the

father, he must pay.

No, sir.

I'm terribly sorry...

Oh, darling.

The constable here

is on the lookout

for an effeminate young man.

Everybody to his own taste.

No, darling.

A young man was seen

prancing outside

Hoskins' cottage.

That's... ha-ha.

[laughs]

Now, look.

I may not be one of your

bright boys from Scotland Yard,

but I think this fellow

was that Russian dancer bloke.

No, no, no!

Well, it sounds like a

dancer, doesn't it, prancing?

You know they got a sort of

a way with them.

That's very good.

You sure it wasn't you?

I want to see Hoskins.

I just remembered.

He said he was going

down to the local pub

in the village.

I wish you said that before,

madam.

I'll go straight down there.

Good idea.

Goodbye, Constable.

Say goodbye to the sexy

little wife.

No!

You got to say goodbye,

darling.

You say your wife, sir?

Of course.

You've done it now, darling.

The constable knows

I'm Mrs. Rimmington.

Of course. And I'm...

Commander ahem!

Oh, you understand.

No.

Well, the Commander ahem...

and I are...

well, while my husband's away

fishing for the evening,

Commander ahem...

and I are... well...

You know.

Well, that's your affair,

if you'll pardon the expression.

You mustn't be too hard

on Mrs. Rimmington.

If only you knew how her

husband treated her.

Beats her three times a day

after meals.

Yes, well, it's a private

matter. I must say, uh,

I wouldn't have believed it,

the Commander, three times

a day seems a bit...

excessive.

This is catastrophic.

Hoskins has been seen

with Petrovyan.

What the devil is he eating?

It's glucose. He's got to

keep up his strength.

Now listen, as soon as it

starts getting dark, you must

slip past those two Russians,

get to the village

and take Father's car.

Oh, you're doing very well,

Gerry, darling.

Marvelously.

I got Mr. Laver out there,

the Commander in there,

we're surrounded by Russians,

I don't know whether I'm

Commander Laver or Commander

Rimmington or Commander ahem,

I've got a wife, nanny,

three or four children,

I'm the sexiest beast

in Whitehall, and after you

with the glucose.

[Commander shouting]

Your father, I'd forgotten.

He's locked in.

[door rattling]

Open this door!

Coming, sir.

Who locked that door?

He did.

You did?

Yes.

It was a joke, Father.

Our Liberal candidate

is still here.

Yes, darling.

I have a very large manifesto.

Excuse me, sir.

Is that the BF reply

to the BF message you have?

Yes, Laver, it is.

You and I will walk down

to the village and get my car.

Your car?

I shall then see Commander

Laver safely onto the train.

I wanted to stay here

with you.

I'll get my hat.

If he takes his car,

you've had it.

If he takes me to the

station, we've all had it.

Why?

Your mother's there,

waiting to be picked up.

Oh, no!

Well, at least we can get

rid of Mr. Laver,

now that we've got that message.

We must keep Father

out of the way.

I've got it!

What?

The answer!

Rudi must make a dash for it.

Now at last

you're seeing sense.

He'll be seen by

those Russians.

That's the whole idea!

And when they've finally caught

up with him, they'll realize

they've caught a red herring.

Someone impersonating Rudi.

A darling decoy.

A decoy! Marvelous!

And in the meantime,

Rudi and I would have made

a crafty escape in the opposite

direction.

Hey. Hey, it could work.

It will work.

Which idiot are you going to

get to impersonate...

[chuckles]

Huh. Commanders yes,

ballet dancers nyet.

Well, at least think

yourself lucky you don't

have to wear ballet tights.

I don't know why

you're laughing, darling.

You're gonna have to be me.

Boom-boom.

Here, Miss Nancy.

That Mr. Laver,

he's cavorting about the lawn

in an intoxicated manner.

Yes, Hoskins, we know.

[Laver singing]

[continues singing]

[speaking Russian]

What's the matter?

[speaking Russian]

Oh, no. Constable Pulford!

He's after you

for questioning!

Oh, my God.

If I don't pull through,

the burial money's

under the bed.

Come on, upstairs.

[knocking]

I was in the middle of

watering me beds.

There are beds there.

Water those.

[knocking]

Just a minute, Constable!

Get him into the kitchen.

[Laver singing]

My lovely Nanny-wanny.

Oh, Mr. Laver, please.

[whistles]

Oh!

[chuckles]

Mr. Laver the reply

to your message.

Thank you, Commander.

[whistles]

Oh!

Thank you.

[knocking]

[Laver singing]

I've been waiting quite

some time...

Look, Commander,

I've been down the local pub

and Hoskins is not there.

No, he's gone back

to his cottage.

Thank you, sir.

I shouldn't let any of the

locals see you...

like that if I were you.

You being a naval man.

Mm-hm.

Nancy!

[knocking]

Laver here, sir.

The key's on its way.

Operation Decoy.

How do I look?

Very nice, but... where?

What is...

One orange, one lemon.

I'll get you one of my wigs.

What do I need a wig for?

To look like Rudi.

Come on, get your clothes off.

Ah!

There's a good boy.

Come on, you too!

And your trousers. Come on!

[muttering]

Come along! [laughs]

Oh!

[laughter from inside]

Gosh, they're versatile.

Here we are.

Oh!

[Rudi laughs]

I see nothing funny.

[Rudi laughs, speaks Russian]

What's he say?

You're not standing

where he is.

Now are you ready, Gerry?

I suppose so.

How's your fruit bra?

It's lovely.

We'll give you two minutes

lead, then we'll head

for the village.

OK, darling?

Good luck, darlings.

Ready?

BOTH: Yes.

Oh! Oh!

[all shout]

Ha!

Yah! Ah!

Ha!

Madam, madam!

What are you doing

to my wife?

Wife?

She fainted, darling.

Fainted darling? Why?

Well, she was there.

And so was I.

I was in a hurry,

so I flashed it.

Flashed it?

Flashed by, I mean.

How do you do? I'm Mrs....

Why have you changed clothes

with Mr. Buss?

That's a very good question.

How do you do? I'm Mrs....

What are you wearing that

thing on your head for?

That's another

very good one.

We were playing charades.

Oh! Good afternoon.

Charades?

Yes, I was miming "you can

"take a horse to water,

but a pencil must be lead."

What's that got to do

with you being dressed

up like that?

Nothing. That's why

she couldn't guess it.

Are you all right, Mother?

Well, dear...

What the blazes are you

miming?

Oranges and lemons.

Could I meet some of

these people?

Oranges?

Well, what do you mean

by locking me in my study?

Is that the damn silly

sort of thing you get

up to in the Polish government?

Yes.

How do you do? I'm...

You'll be all right, Janet.

Yes, dear...

You passed out, Mother.

Who wouldn't,

with Laver flashing it?

Flashing it?

Yes, come on, dear.

I'd rather stay...

I'll give you a hand,

Commander.

I don't believe...

Father, where are you

taking her?

Upstairs, of course.

You won't put her in your

bedroom, will you?

Why not?

Hoskins is in your bedroom.

What is Hoskins

doing in my bedroom?

Very sad, he fell down

the well.

What well?

The well in the garden.

I didn't know there was

a well in the garden.

Neither did Hoskins.

That's how he came to fall

down it.

OK.

Yes, well.

It's been so nice

meeting everyone.

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ Loop de loo ♪

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ Loop de la ♪

♪ Oh, here we come ♪

♪ Loop de loo ♪

[humming]

Comrades! This way.

[whistles]

Mr. Laver, the reply

to your message.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Commander.

And thank you, Commander,

for a simply super afternoon.

Don't mention it.

And now, I'm going.

Splendid.

[mutters]

What are you doing now?

What do you think

we're doing?

We fancy each other.

I'll see if I can find

the smelling salts, my dear.

WOMAN: Who are all those

people?

You are lucky you didn't

break your damn neck.

COMMANDER: Nancy!

He mustn't see Laver,

he thinks I'm Laver.

[grunting]

Smelling salts

should do the trick.

Ah.

You're still here then, Laver.

Just stretching my legs.

Yes.

How's the wife?

She's all, uh...

I'll see if I can...

find the smelling salts.

[yawns]

Well done, darling.

Let's get Rimmington

out of the way.

He's busted the lock.

[knocking]

Keep everybody

in the kitchen.

Come on, you! Hey!

[moans]

Upsy-daisy

COMMANDER: Nancy!

This door's locked again!

Nancy!

Just one moment, sir.

[knocking]

[blows]

Isn't this a lovely shirt?

This is serious, sir.

I cannot find Hoskins

in his cottage or anywhere.

Either he's helping this

Russian bloke, or this

Russian bloke has done him in.

Eh?

Beans for lunch.

Terribly sorry.

Tell you what.

What?

Why don't we look

in the garden?

Gerry.

Where is everybody?

[speaking Russian]

Don't panic, darling.

[speaking Russian]

Sh! We'll leave

as soon as we can!

[speaking Russian]

Quiet!

[speaking Russian]

Rudi! Russian embassy men

are still there.

[speaking Russian]

[chattering from kitchen]

Sh!

Mrs. Rimmington's

hairdresser's talking

in Russian.

BARBARA: Quiet, Rudi.

Rudi! The Russian defective,

posing as Mrs. Rimmington's

hairdresser.

And Nanny Wanny's in on it too.

[speaking Russian]

Laver, this could mean

your knighthood.

[knocking]

Coming, Janet!

Commander.

I must... must find

the Commander.

The front door.

Where's the front door?

Ah. Commander!

Commander!

Oh!

But Constable, I can't

really believe that any harm

has come to Hoskins.

You don't seem

very perturbed that Hoskins

can't be found.

And it is urgent

I talk to Hoskins, sir.

If the poor old boy

is still alive.

Well, he's... get back!

Beg your pardon?

I said did you get back?

Get back? From where?

From where you've been.

I haven't been.

You haven't been?

You should have.

Are you gonna help me

with my inquiries or not?

No!

No?

What do you mean, no?

No, I'm not going

to help you with your inquiries.

[shouting, crashing]

I fell out of the bedroom

window.

Hoskins.

What was the gardener

doing in the bedroom?

Putting some late seeds

to bed.

You must think

I'm a perfect idiot.

No, Constable.

Nobody's perfect.

[speaking Russian]

Sh!

LAVER: ♪ All things bright ♪

♪ And beautiful ♪

♪ All creatures large ♪

♪ And small ♪

Mr. Laver.

♪ All things big ♪

♪ And beautiful ♪

♪ Tooty-fruity ♪

Will you pull yourself

together?

Nancy.

Father!

Ah!

Go! Quick!

[speaking Russian]

It's a menage a trois.

[chuckles]

Something damned

fishing going on in here.

Hoskins!

What are you playing at?

Pulford, what the blazes is...

Pulford!

Anyone for tennis?

[unintelligible]

Anyone at homey?

[bell dings]

Hello?

Wrong number.

Good afternoon. How are you?

The drinks are over there.

Hello.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Rimmington.

You startled me.

Mr. Hargreaves, isn't it?

Yes, from next door.

Anything I can do for you?

Well, I don't wish to

interrupt the party.

Party?

LAVER: ♪ Good King ♪

♪ Wenceslas last looked out ♪

Sh!

♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪

♪ When the snow lay ♪

♪ Round about ♪

♪ Deep and crisp and... ♪

Hello.

Is he with you?

Maybe a friend

of the Commander's.

Certainly a friend

of the Commander's whiskey.

[moans]

Here. Breathe in.

[sniffs, gasps]

[panting]

[inhales, sneezes]

Bless you.

He went that way.

[moans]

I think perhaps black coffee

might do the trick.

Can I get it?

Oh, could you?

The kitchen's through there.

And the coffee's in a tin

marked rice.

[bell dings]

Wish I had a bell like that.

[Laver moans]

It'll be all right.

Oh, dear.

Do I know you, madam?

No, I don't think so.

I'm Mrs. Rimmington.

Mrs...

Are you the Mrs. Rimmington

who rang from the station?

Yes, that's right.

It's quite all right.

The Commander's told me

all about you.

I see.

Yes.

Naughty girl. [laughs]

In fact, the matter is your

[unintelligible] will have

to wait.

Will it?

There's something going on

here in which you mustn't

get involved.

Really?

You don't know about

Red Rudi, do you?

No.

Nor the nanny.

The nanny?

I think she's an agent.

She? Travel or state?

Secret.

Oh, come on, you can tell me.

[door opens]

Quick! Down!

[moaning]

Please, please.

Don't get excited.

Don't get excited!

Oh, yes.

Constable!

Madam, get away as quickly

as possible. It will all be

in the Sunday papers tomorrow.

You little sexpot. [whistles]

Constable?

Mr. Hargreaves.

Constable!

Mr. Hargreaves!

[wheezing]

Whee!

[moaning]

You'll find some cakes

in the cupboard, Mr. Hargreaves.

Oh, good afternoon, Constable.

It is not a good

afternoon, madam.

Now madam, I will trouble you

for your name, please.

Certainly.

I'm Mrs. Rimmington.

Rimmington...

I don't care about the marital

arrangements in this place.

Marital arrangements?

My report for this case

will look like a script

for a dirty, blue film.

I think you'd better

explain yourself, Constable.

Me explain myself?

My wife's all for a bit of fun.

But even she would be

horrified if she knew

that the Commander's mistresses

looks on while he beats

his wife three times every day

after meals.

What?

Now who fancies a nice,

little tart?

Who the hell are you?!

Constable, do I gather

that you have met another

Mrs. Rimmington here?

Indeed I have, madam.

A little blond thing

with a neckline plunging

down to her naval.

I don't care if I have to

put my foot in it.

I am trying to uncover

a Communist plot

and not a pornographic love-in.

Hello, darling.

Hello, darling.

Janet, old girl.

Janet!

Janet!

No!

Janet!

I'm not listening!

Janet, old girl!

Helloy?

Helloy?

Helloy?

Helloy?

What did you do that for?

I don't know, I thought

he said the password.

What the devil's going on?

No trick questions, please.

Now isn't the time.

Everybody's chasing everybody

else. You, that way.

[speaking Russian]

There's no time for that!

Go on! You, go with him.

We'll go this way as decoys.

Come on.

Good luck, darlings.

I'm government security!

I don't feel very well.

Right.

Everybody stay where they are.

The Commander's apprehended

Mrs. Rimmington and the nanny.

Well done, Commander Rimmington.

That is not Commander

Rimmington.

That is Commander... ahem.

That's Mr. Buss.

Who?

Mr. Buss.

Look, I'm willing to confess

everything.

Hey! Come back!

Stop that Buss!

She's the Liberal candidate,

darling.

I don't believe a word

of it, darling.

[loud bang]

What was that?

[birds chirping]

The clock in the kitchen.

But we haven't got

a clock in the kitchen.

Well, it's about time

we had one then.

You're as daft

as your mother here.

You never told me

you were the au pair girl's

mother.

Would you kindly just

say who you are?

She's Mrs. Rimmington.

Oh!

[sputters]

I'll get to the bottom of it.

What?! Oh!

I would like to

know something.

Yes.

BOTH: Who the devil are you?!

[speaking Russian]

Ah, Red Rudi.

Yes, my future son-in-law.

What?

[speaking Russian]

I can't speak Russian,

but I reckon he's fallen

in my compost.

[speaking Russian]

Silence.

Move along, please, move along.

[all shouting]

[muttering]

You're not Pulford, are you?

No.

Are you?

No.

You're not Pulford.

No, I'm looking for this

gentleman over here.

[speaking Russian]

Oh!

Ah!

Right.

Which one of you jokers...

pinched my uniform?

Come on. Fall in.

Move yourselves!

[muttering]

Right. That is more like it.

Now then, Mrs. Rimmington.

You got some explaining to do.

And your nanny.

Nanny? Mrs. Rimmington?

May I ask who you are, sir?

I'm Commander Rimmington.

You're an imposter.

You're mad. Who are you?

"It is your birthday.

"Collect ten pounds

from each player."

Laver. Security.

You're not Laver.

Constable, arrest this man.

You must be in league

with Red Rudi and the nanny.

The nanny is my daughter.

Red Rudi is my future

son-in-law.

That's as good as a

confession. Constable,

arrest most of these people.

Shut up!

I must speak!

You know what's going

to happen to you, don't you?

Yes.

Where's the bloke

what pinched my uniform?

Go on!

[blows whistle]

Hey!

Come back!

Pulford!

You trod on my sofa!

Right. Operation Decoy.

Nancy.

Just give us ten seconds' start.

[sobbing]

We go now.

[speaking Russian]

Pull yourself together, Rudi.

[speaking Russian]

Darling, we've got to make

a run for it.

No!

But you can't stay here.

Me go back Russia!

Russia?

Yeah!

What about me?

You... you...

[grunting]

What bloody sauce!

I'm glad I found out

about you in time.

You need a good kick

up the Kremlin.

It's worked.

The Russians are after me.

You're supposed to be

on your way!

He's going back to Russia.

What?!

After all we've been through?

After I've convinced

them I'm Petrovyan?

[speaking Russian]

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

I think I'll just stick

to nice, sexy businessmen

in the future.

Come on, Gerry!

It's all right.

There's no need to run.

It's all over. He's going back.

What?

[sobbing]

Come on, Gerry.

Where are we going?

To a nice, quiet hotel.

Darling, I couldn't possibly.

Yes, I could.

What about me?

♪

Hey, there might be

some nice, sexy businessmen

in that hotel.

♪

[stammers] Constable.

Commander. Constable.

Constable! Ah!

Commander! Ah!

There'll always be

an England.

Oh!

Ooh!

I live next door.

Shut up!

I'm Bobby Hargreaves!

Shut up!

I want to go home!

Shut up!

CONSTABLE: Hoskins!

Huh?

I want you, Hoskins!

Oh!

Oh!

HOSKINS: Oi!

CONSTABLE: Stop!

The law's after me!

I said stop! Stop!

Hoskins!

You can't!

Oh!

That vehicle, you drive!

Oh!

Follow that gardener!

[speaking Russian]

I can't drive!

Yes, you can!

I haven't any...

Shut up and drive!

[engine sputtering]

Oh!

Yah!

[speaking Russian]

[shouting]

[speaking Russian]

♪