All language subtitles for The Rise And Rise Of Michael Rimmer (1970) UK2

I'd like to see the managing director
please. Buffery's the name.

Just one moment...

Mr Ferret?

With cream, please.

No, Mr Ferret.

But I always have cream.
And sugar.

There's a Mr Buffery to see you.

Oh. Send him up, please.

Third floor, please.

Yes?

Yes.

Mr Ferret?

Oooh!

Just popped in to cancel our contract.

Good morning. You all right?

Mr, er...

- Rimmer, sir. 'Co-ordination'.
- Ah, yes.

Keep it up. Vital work.

Thank you.

'Co-ordination'?

I'll read those figures back again.

That's, er...

two pounds to win on 'Lively Lady'

and, er... a fiver on 'The Groper'.

- Ah.
- It's Mr Federmann, isn't it?

That's right. Yes.

Thank you.

Mr Pumer?

Yes.

- Who are you?
- Rimmer. 'Co-ordination'.

- Ah.
- Please carry on.

Hello again, Mr Federmann.

Ah, hello.

Ah, well. Back to the grindstone.

- It's, er - Mr, er...?
- Crodder.

...Crodder.

Crodder!

Is nothing sacred?

Extraordinary thing
just happened in the toilet.

I was just going in and there's
a fellow there with a stop-watch.

That's Mr Rimmer. 'Co-ordination'.

Is he one of those ghastly
time-and-motion people?

I think he's working
for Mr Fairburn himself.

- Hello.
- Oh, morning.

- Can't hang about. Lots to do.
- Of course.

Mr Fromage and
Mr Waring, Mr Ferret.

Ah.

Good morning...

Well, you've come about
the advertising, I suppose?

Just over six months ago you undertook
our new advertising campaign.

We heard from you for
the first time yesterday.

You sent us some slogans
for advertising our dog food.

Good.

We don't make dog food, Mr Ferret.

We... make... humbugs.

Oh.

And you're not thinking of
branching out into dog foods?

No.

And if we were,
we would want something

more original than "Woof makes
doggies bounce with health!"

We are working on a new
presentation concept, Mr Waring.

Mr Ferret will have it ready next week.

One week it is.
Make a note of that, Tanya.

♫ TANGO 'LA CUMPARSITA'
FROM RECORD PLAYER

- Tango...
- Ah, yes.

My wife and I have been selected
for the South-East.

Congratulations!

Thank you.

I practise in the coffee-break.

Of course.

I don't have coffee...

Good Lord!
Well, coffee-break over.

- Thank you.
- Fine.

Thank you, Tanya.

That will be all for now... I'm afraid.

All right, Mr Ferret.

If it's alright by you, sir,
I'll take over the office next door.

Oh, good. Yes.

Look, I tell you what -
why don't you take it over?

Thank you.

Well, must be off.

- Time waits for no man.
- Yes.

What have you done
to my water, Tanya?

The water board
have cut it off, sir.

- Whatever did we do to them?
- We never paid them, sir.

Money, money, money.
Whatever's the world coming to?

See you in the pub, later.

- 'Night, Mr Ferret.
- Goodnight.

- 'Night, Mr Ferret.
- Goodnight.

They'll be cutting off
the electricity next.

Hello.

Oh, Mr Rimmer.

I was just conducting
a little experiment.

On the effect on office efficiency
of total darkness.

Oh, yes.

I shouldn't bother to tell Mr Fairburn.

He's a little out of touch
with modern methods.

Good evening.

- Where have you been?
- I've been to lots of places...

- Paris... Rome...
- Tonight?

Ah. Tonight I've been working late.

You come back here,
reeking of sex and scent

with a love-bite on your neck,
and you say you were working late!

It's not scent, my dear.

Nor is it a love-bite.

I've been washing my face
in Coca-Cole... Cola.

When all the lights went out
and I banged my neck on a fire...

extinguisher.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Yvonne.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Tanya.

You'll be working
in my office this morning.

Thank you, sir.

♫ TANGO - 'LA CUMPARSITA'

- Morning.
- Morning, Mr Pumer.

- Good morning, Mr Rimmer.
- Good morning, Mr Federmann.

- Any sign of Ferret yet, Tanya?
- No, sir.

- Good morning!
- You're late, Mr Ferret...

Terrible traffic.
Terrible traffic yesterday.

Just like last week.

- Can't stop. It's all go this morning.
- Terrible traffic.

- Mr Rimmer's anxious to see you.
- Ah, good.

- Mr Ferret!
- Yes, ah...

Ha-ha. Didn't see you!

Sorry about the hole in the wall.

Terrible traffic today.

Have you got the results
of the Wheety-Flakes survey?

Er... not as such. But I've got the one
on boot polish.

And what does it show?

Well, it shows, er...

...it shows that ninety percent
of British families

don't like boot polish for breakfast.

Been some sort of a mix-up here
with the questionnaires.

I'll go into it right away.

I'd rather you didn't.

Right. I'll...

...I'll not go into it.

I've got it all here,
Mr Fairburn.

What? Who are you?

Rimmer, sir. It's the Business
Efficiency report you commissioned.

Did no such thing! Never seen you
before in my life.

I must say your decision
to investigate was very timely.

Well, that's what decisions should be.

Must have slipped my mind.

I'm afraid my wife's been
a bit under the weather.

Nothing serious, I hope?

No, no. She'll linger on
for quite a while yet.

I've got the report here
if you'd like to see it, sir.

It's a bit large...

Couldn't you give me a run-down?
I'm rather busy today.

Well, basically
your firm is running

an annual deficit
of seventy-five thousand pounds.

Seventy-five thousand pounds!
My God!

Do you know the words
that come to my mind?

No, sir. I don't know the words.

Fire Ferret!

Those are the words. Fire Ferret!

England now really in
a commanding position...

...and the wicket is still playing
absolutely perfectly...

...my goodness me,
what a glorious exhibition...

Fire Ferret!
Those are the words.

Of course I know my way!
Think I've never been here before?

...beautifully timed leg sweep,
gone for four runs...

Let's get rid of him. Fire Ferret!

Ah, Mr Fairbum.

- Fairburn!
- Fairburn, yes.

...and another leg sweep,
and again it's gone for four runs...

We're doing, er, market research on people
watching television on the cricket...

Yes.

Do sit down, Mr Creambun...

er, Fairburn.

Throw those files
somewhere. Anywhere.

What are you laughing at, Ferret?

Nothing really.
Just trying to break the ice.

You're fired!

Well. Better be off, then.

One moment, Ferret!

Seventy-five thousand pounds, sir.

Seventy-five thousand pounds...

Seventy-five thousand pounds!

That is a lot.

You owe me a lot of money, Ferret,

and you will remain with this firm,
working very hard

in a menial capacity, for a pittance

until such time as I've decided
that you have worked off your debt!

Otherwise, it is
P... R... I... S... O... N!

P... R... I...? Prison?

Good thinking.

I'm sorry about all that unpleasantness.

Why don't you take the afternoon off?

Oh, and you'd better send off some money

to Oxfam, as well.

Mr Fromage and Mr Waring
to see you, Mr Rimmer.

Good morning, Mr Fromage.
Good morning, Mr Waring.

Good morning.

Very nice to see you again.

Please sit down.

Well, our new survey
shows the reasons

for the declining sales
of The Olde English Humbug.

You can be quite frank with us,
Mr Rimmer. What does it say?

Basically, the consumer strongly dislikes
the taste of your product.

Furthermore, its extreme hardness
makes it almost impossible to eat.

- Very true.
- Nobody knows this better

than us, Mr Rimmer.

I don't think there's any cause
for worry, though.

With the right sort of campaign

we can make a virtue
out of these defects.

What's keeping him?

Why doesn't he come?

Suddenly she remembers
her tube of Scorpios.

Scorpio... Scorpio...

♫ Scorpio... Scorpio...

The refreshing hardness

tingles on her tongue.

♫ Scorpio... Scorpio...

She doesn't need him any more.

Enjoy yourself

with a Scorpio.

♫ Scorpio!

Good God! Is that our old humbug?

Here's the coffee
you asked for, sir.

It was tea, Ferret.

Ah. Tea, was it?

Well, I think there may be
some tea in it.

Good morning, Mr Rimmer.

Morning, Tanya.

- Morning.
- Morning, Mr Rimmer.

What are your plans
for this week, sir?

- Please call me Michael.
- Oh. Thank you, Michael.

This week, I thought we'd
concentrate on sex.

- Oh. Good idea.
- Yes!

I'd like to suggest
an all-embracing probe

into British sexual habits.

Isn't that rather close
to the wind?

Well, I don't know about
your personal sexual habits, Mr Crodder

but there is wide
public interest in the subject.

My sexual habits?

- I don't want anyone enquiring in...
- In yours, and everybody else's.

I think an honest and extremely
detailed investigation of this kind

is the quickest way
of getting us onto the front pages.

Hear, hear!

Excuse me. We're conducting a poll

into the sexual habits
of the British.

Oooh! Come on in...

Hello. I wonder if you could help me?

We're doing this sex survey...

How many times a week?
You're joking!

The last time was Tuesday...

June the 3rd, 1953.

It was the Coronation
that got her going.

Oh, it's quite enjoyable work.

But it's not really my profession,
you know.

No, I regard it more as a sort
of stepping-stone to show business.

Oh, Mr Mandeville.
I'd forgotten all about you!

It's a pleasure!

Five times an hour!

Why are they always in Latin?

I thought this one
was a cough linctus.

Keep it up.

If you spent a little less time
reading about sex

and a little more time
doing something about it!

I do.

Err, err, I mean - I don't.

I'm reading about the Pound.

On the floor again.

- Well, I must be off to work.
- Have you been fired?

Fired? Oh, dear. Fired!

Then why is the car for sale?

Oh, that? No, that's a mistake.

That's one of Rimmer's cock-ups.

That should read "FORS ALE".

It's a new beer we're advertising.

'Fors Ale...'

'Keeps you hearty and hale.'

- I've never heard of it.
- No, you may never.

Very hush-hush.

And then the moon climbs,
a great copper ball, until she tops

the long, dark line of the elms,
and laces the countryside silver

for then you'll hear a nightingale sing.

Thank you very much, Percy.

Do grocers indulge in sexual intercourse

twice as often as butchers?

Is Doncaster the wife-swapping capital

of Great Britain?

Do money and sexual inventiveness

go hand-in-hand?

A sensational poll published this morning

purports to give the answers.

I have with me Michael Rimmer,
of Fairburn Polls

and Peter Niss, of the rival
International Opinion Polls.

- Mr Rimmer, I have the feeling...
- Congratulations!

I get the impression that you
conducted this survey

because you felt that this kind of
scientifically-disguised smut

would give your firm maximum publicity.

Could you tell me why you
asked me on the programme?

To find out your real motives
in publishing the poll.

And to talk about sex.

Do let's try not to be frivolous.

Well, sex may be frivolous to you, Mr Niss,

but it's not to me, and the vast majority
of the people in this country.

Yes, but do we really want to know
how many times a week

and how satisfactory the results?

- Yes, I do.
- Oh.

I think everybody's interested.

Well, it's not the sort of poll
we could conduct at IOP.

Well, I think that's a pity because I think
the more we know what people

really want and feel, the better.

I think polls are just beginning.

In fact, it's the only way we can adapt
our society to fit its real needs.

Well, now let's see how our
cross-section of society

feels about your particular sex poll.

You, sir -

What do you think about publicising
people's personal sexual habits?

I think you seem to disapprove...

I wonder if your wife agrees?

I'm not his wife. Go away, please.

Anybody else here from Doncaster?

- And you knew
they weren't married, all the time?

Yes. Poor sods.

What you might call a moment
of real television.

Well, I'd better go
and look after Percy.

He gets a bit broody.

Peter, I was just jotting down

a few reasons why
you might like to leave IOP

and come over to us
at the Fairburn Organisation.

Ah, yes. Yes, I see -
that's very well put.

Yes, I particularly like the noughts.

Thanks to you, Peter,
IOP have built up

a fantastic reputation for accuracy.

How very kind.

Scotch, please.

I suppose if their next poll
turned out to be wildly *in*accurate

it might divert a little custom our way?

Yes.

What was the normal sample
you took there?

We usually asked about a thousand.

That's all one normally needs.

- Only a thousand?
- Yes.

So if we knew
which particular thousand

were going to be asked next time...

Well, of course,
it would be very unethical of me

to reveal my knowledge
of IOP's next poll.

Yes. Yes, I think unethical is the word.

- Practically criminal...
- Cheers!

Inside your folders, along with your
twenty-five pound bonus,

you'll find detailed instructions
and photographs of twenty men.

These twenty men are undertaking
a survey on religious attitudes

for International Opinion Polls.

Tomorrow - Wednesday -
they will be in Nuneaton.

So will you. Lights please!

Those of you in Group One
will go immediately

to the Rawleigh Shopping Precinct

where you'll see this man.

Ferret!

Sorry!

What's the matter with Crodder?

Well, I'm afraid the sex survey's
rather taken it out of him, sir.

Where you'll see this man.

When he questions you,

you will give the answers provided
on your sheet.

Come on. Quickly.
Come on. Come on.

Twenty-five past. We want to be going
by half-past. Come on.

Okay, now you all know
your groups, right?

Now, Groups Two and Three,
go to your stations -

you'll find them up that way.

Groups Four and Five, your stations
you'll find up that way.

Right, now Group One, the rest of you,
follow me. Walk naturally.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I was just, er,
cleaning my pockets out

over in that, er... thing.

Oooh! Ah, ah...

- Banged my leg on this bench...
- Oh.

Oof, er...

Yes, I, er... banged my leg

against this... this old bench.

Erm... are you all right?

Yes, fine. Fine, thanks.

Yes, I like to keep fit,
plenty of exercise.

Yes, you could almost say
it was my, er, religion.

Erm, I'm awfully sorry. What I
really wanted to ask you was,

could you possibly tell me
the time, please?

Oh, sorry. Yes, er, yes...
It's just before nine-fifteen.

Ah, thank you very much indeed -

because I was saying to my wife when
we were praying this morning...

Excuse me. We're doing a survey

of people's religious attitudes
and habits

...er, excuse me, madam...
we're just doing a survey

of people's religious
attitudes and habits

and would very much value
your opinion.

Oh, yes. Certainly.

- What religion are you?
- I'm a Buddhist.

- A Buddhist?
- Yes.

- I see. A practising Buddhist?
- Yes.

How long have you been a Buddhist?

All my life.

Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me, erm...

- We're doing a survey of religious...
- I'm a Buddhist.

You're a Buddhist?

There's a lot of us
in Nuneaton, you know.

Er, well...

I'm awfully sorry
to bother you once again.

Could you possibly tell me
what time...?

Yes, yes, sorry. Yes, sorry -

It's just past nine-sixteen, so you're
all right there.

Oh, yes. As I was saying
to my religious father...

Excuse me... excuse me, madam.

Erm, excuse me, madam.
What... what religion are you? What...

I'm Church of England.

Have you always been C of E?

Oh, no. Only since I married.

And before that you were...?

A Buddhist.

I'm frightfully sorry...

Look, would you please stop
asking me the time!

Now, stop it!

I'm a Buddhist...

There has been strong reaction in Nuneaton
to the poll published today by IOP

showing that forty-two percent
of the population of Nuneaton

are practising Buddhists, twenty-two percent
are Mohammedans, only eleven percent

are Church of England, and that nine percent

are worshippers of the Great White Ram.

From Nuneaton now,
Gerald Pringle reports.

This astonishing result
has raised strong feelings

among the God-fearing people
of Nuneaton.

The man in the street is shocked
and bewildered.

I'm shocked and bewildered, Gerald.

I'm, er, bewildered and shocked!

Was that alright?

I'm not saying that Buddhism
is a bad thing.

But is it a good thing?

It's possible to approach God
in a great many different ways -

but there's no need
to be silly about it.

From the angry streets
of Nuneaton... goodnight.

The Leader of the Opposition,
Tom Hutchison

in a speech at Beccles,
soundly condemned

the Government over this incident.

In our manifesto at the last election

we pointed out, in no uncertain terms,

the danger of opinion poll firms

operating without proper control.

If I may quote -

"There are many other fields"

"in which the Tory Party
might not hesitate"

"to take action."

'Scene One, Take Eight.'

Mr Rimmer, doesn't this result

clearly demonstrate that we place rather
too much trust in opinion polls?

Not at all. Although
I do think it raises

some doubts about
the sampling methods of IOP.

But why should we believe
that your methods are any more reliable?

I just want to be judged
by results, Steven.

Take the forthcoming by-election
at Lymholt.

I'm prepared to guarantee
that our forecast

- will be within one percent.
- Cut!

Thank you very much.

Bloody idiot! How the hell can you
guarantee one percent?

We'll ask everybody.

- Oh. Mrs Spimm...
- Hello again!

We're conducting a survey
into people's voting habits.

Come on in...

And now here is the
Returning Officer, Alderman Poot

to announce the results.

The Fairburn opinion poll has predicted

a Conservative victory by 4.1 percent.

- "Edith Melon."
- Liberal.

"Three thousand,
two hundred and twelve."

- "Kevin Parrot."
- Labour.

"Twelve thousand,
seven hundred and ninety-one."

That's down, and it is
possibly a low poll.

"Colonel Richard Pryor-Grafton."
Conservative.

"Fourteen thousand and eight."

Oh, Conservatives in
by 4.1 percent.

Tremendous triumph for Fairburn Polls

- and, of course, the Conservatives.

- Hello, Geoffrey!
- Morning, Tom.

- I must say I like the, er...
- Ah, yes.

Well, if the people won't come
to the church

the church must come
to the people.

I like the steeple particularly, don't you?

The feeling that, er...

Julian! Lovely exhibition.
Thought it was absolutely super...

...marvellous. See you later.

- Lady Dorothy, how very sweet of you to come.
- I wouldn't have missed it...

Hugh! I loved your speech
on abortion.

- It was really gorgeous.
- Thank you...

- How very good of you to come, sir.
- Hello, Michael.

- Nice to see you. Like some champagne?
- Thank you.

Lots of food all around.
You can just pick it up as you want.

Thank you very much.

My goodness. You seem
to have half of London here.

Just a few friends, really.

I think parties are such a good idea.
Do you like them?

Nice place, too.

Have you managed to find time
for our little survey?

Yes. I think we've managed
to put our finger

on the reason for your
declining attendances.

We've tried everything, you know.
Pop groups. Bingo.

Hallucinogens in the wafers.

Son et Lumiere in the graveyard,

and, of course, these clothes are
a bit out for the 1970s.

I think that's very good thinking,

but there is one basic
stumbling block.

What's that? What's keeping them away?

God.

I had a nasty suspicion it was that.

You see, seventy-three percent
of the population

find it very difficult to believe in Him.

Well, I do think that doubt

is a terribly important part of belief.

You mean if we were
to fade out the God-side

of the worship, we'd get
better attendances?

I think it's worth trying
in any case.

Yes. A sort of "Our Father,
which might be in Heaven"?

Yes, that kind of thing. Good.

Delicious kedgeree!

- Hello, sir. Nice to see you.
- Mr Rimmer, sir!

- Thank you.
- Ferret...

...I'd like *that* mackerel!

Peter, how very super
of you to come.

Anything for a laugh.

- Have you got that dossier?
- Yes.

Better go have a word
with Tom Hutchison...

No, not that one, Ferret...

*That* one!

Just shout for champagne if you need any...

Oh, excuse me.

Looks great...

Everything all right?

Sorry to neglect you, sir.

Not at all. Excuse me...

I must say I was most impressed

with the Lymholt prediction.

Thank you very much.

I believe you're conducting a survey

as to the relative merits of
the Prime Minister and myself.

Yes. Very interesting results.

"Vapid". Oh dear.

"Cold... tedious... uninspiring."

It's not so good over the page.

It's all very well being warm and lovable

but what this country needs is some
tough thinking at the top!

I couldn't agree more, sir.

Excuse me, sir.
The Prime Minister's on the phone.

Tell him I'll call him back,
would you?

You know, Rimmer. This survey of yours

isn't going to make it any easier for me
at the party conference.

There have been
some rumblings, you know.

I suppose if we only publish
the more... positive aspects

of your leadership, it might, er...

Ah, yes, well, hmm...

Have you ever thought
of going into politics, Michael?

We need some dynamic
young blood in the party.

But are there any seats available?

Oh, yes. There are always
seats available to the right man.

Old Eric Bentley's thinking of retiring.

Well, I would be very interested.

Of course, it depends on
what happens at the conference.

- I think I can help you there, Tom.
- Really?

No, no, Ferret!

*That* one!

"And the first priority"

"must be that of trades union reform..."

What about unemployment?

"Don't talk to me
about unemployment!"

Very good. Keep the turn,
that was beautiful.

Now if we could just try it once again.

"Don't talk to me
about unemployment, young man."

"I was... unemployed
before you were born."

"My memory of those
terrible days in the Thirties"

"still brings tears to my eyes."

Now. Cry now.

Don't worry, Tom.
We'll supply your tears.

Oh, thank you!

Right - next heckle.

"The people's flag is deepest red..."

"It shrouded oft our martyred dead..."

"Thank you for your
charming rendition"

"but I do not think the group"

"is ready to record yet."

Lose the smile, love.

Right, applause, applause.

- Hurray!
- Bravo!

- Wonderful!
- Well done, Tom!

Well done, Tom!

What a ham.

Tom, that was absolutely terrific!

Fantastic warmth!

So natural this time...

- You've done it again!
- Keep expecting the students -

everything's going to be
all right on the night!

Police violence!
Police violence!

Shame! Shame!

Fascist pigs! Fascist pigs!

And how did you persuade
the authorities

to establish a Faculty of Applied Violence?

Direct action. It's the only way,

with the minimum of non-violence.

U.S., plus napalm, equals - what?

Fascism, Ranjit.

First class, Gary.

Now, as I understand,
you guarantee

maximum TV and press coverage,

travel expenses, and
a bonus for speaking parts.

Plus your usual
personal appearance fee of...

Oh, don't let's go into
bourgeois things like money.

Speak to my agent about it.

Get up! None of that old
Gandhi rubbish!

Get up and hit someone!

Oh, Che. Forgive them,
for they know not what they do.

Would you all come over here, please?

Will the group singing
'We Shall Not Be Moved'

move over here, please?

Fellow students. Next week,
the Conservative Party

is holding its annual conference...

Hold on to the handkerchief, Tom,

and no smiling.

Ladies and gentlemen.
The next Prime Minister

of Great Britain, and leader of

the Conservative Party... Tom Hutchison!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen...

♫ "The people's flag is deepest red..."

♫ "It shrouded oft our martyred dead..."

Order! Order!

Throw them out! Throw them out!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone...
Down with the fascist pigs!

♫ "The people's flag is deepest red..."

Throw them out!

No, no! No, no -
I would ask the ushers

not to eject our friends of the left.

The Conservative Party believes

in freedom of speech.

And I only wish they did!

Thank you for that charming rendition

but I don't think the group of vocalists

of the left are ready to record yet!

It's going very well.

And now, if I may turn

to economic matters...

What about the Old Age Pension?

That's not in the script...

What about the Old Age Pension?

Don't talk to me
about unemployment, young man!

I was unemployed
before you were born.

My memory of those
terrible days in the Thirties

still brings tears to my eyes.

And I, and the whole
of the Conservative Party

are strongly committed...

and I emphasise this...

We are committed to a policy

of full employment...

Lower taxation...

social justice...

and... and... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

Amidst amazing scenes at

the Conservative Party conference
this afternoon

the Leader of the Opposition was accorded

an unprecedented seven minutes ovation.

Mr Hutchison. Your position as leader

must now be completely secure.

How do you feel about
the violent heckling

that punctuated your speech?

I am not saying that the Labour Party

was responsible
for this disgraceful episode.

But I will say this -
it did seem to be organised.

- One more, sir!
- Look this way, sir!

Michael! Niss!

Well done, Tom!
Very good indeed.

What's the next move then, Michael?

At the moment, Tom, I've got
my personal life to consider.

- I'm thinking of getting married.
- Oh, congratulations, Michael.

- I think an MP needs a wife by his side.
- Quite right.

Who is it?

That... I'm not entirely sure of.

Have you got the result
of that poll yet?

Yes. Queen,
number one, as usual.

She's out.

Oh, yes. Number two.

Second most popular girl in Britain -
Pat Cartwright, showjumper.

- Very nice.
- Love at first sight?

- Pretty girl, isn't she?
- You romantic fool, you!

Morning.

Hello.

Would you like to have a drink?
My parents would love to meet you.

I'd love to, the trouble is I've got to dash
and see the Prime Minister.

- Oh.
- How about dinner some time?

Hello Michael.
Nice of you to come.

My privilege, Prime Minister.

- Make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.

Tell me, Michael. Have you ever thought
about going into politics?

We're always on the lookout
for fresh blood

and there are one or
two seats available.

Well, I've never really thought of myself
as a socialist.

Can't see why that
should be an impediment.

We're not bound by dogma.

Think it over. The offer's there.

Thank you.

Now then, my spies tell me -
not literally, of course!

...that your firm
has been investigating the reasons

for the slight decline in
the popularity of my government.

I'm afraid it's you, sir.

But your polls have always
shown me as being

more popular than
the government as a whole.

Exactly. The public haven't
been seeing enough of you.

I mean, you haven't been
on our TV screens

for quite a while now.

Well, I try to give the impression
that we work as a team.

But every team needs a leader.

True.

So you think a little more exposure

on the silvery tube?

The more the better!

Good evening, and hello again.

A lot has happened
since ten o'clock this morning,

so I thought it was about time
we had another of our little fireside chats...

Never seen a man
dig his own grave before.

Go turn him off, Michael.

I must tell you how much
I've always admired your seat.

It's been an inspiration to me
over the years.

With this ring...

Stop it. We mustn't...

Once doesn't count as breaking training.

I've got the Olympic Heats tomorrow...

...I've got the 'olympic heats' tonight.

I think I've achieved
a new personal best!

The surprise upset
at the White City

was the defeat of Pat Cartwright

who failed to complete her round.

She complained afterwards
of stomach cramps.

...We see her now coming out

on Brown Goblin.
She's safely over the first -

riding slightly higher
in the saddle than usual -

a quick turn here...

Where's it all gone?

Huh? Where's all what gone?

- The furniture.
- Ah.

Well, while you were out this morning
it started getting a bit shaky.

So I just popped it
into the furniture shop

to have it re-pawned... repaired.

I rather like it like this.

A great feeling of space.

Care for a glass of 'Fors'?

Good morning!

Nice to see you again so soon, sir.

- You know the way, I imagine?
- Oh, yes.

We thought of building you
a flat up there, sir.

Oh, no, no. Very amusing!

Because I'm here so often,
you mean?

Bloody Capricorns! I'll have
a word with Bob about him.

A little regional unemployment,
I think.

Oh, Michael. Let me introduce

my old friend Teddy Mandeville.

The next Chancellor of the
Exchequer, eh, Teddy?

Very nice to meet you
in the flesh, sir.

- It's a pleasure.
- Hello.

I must say that Blacket idea's
working out awfully well.

Even our gardener's sick of him.
I mean, he's never off the box!

I hope he doesn't die
of over-exposure.

Such a ghastly little man!

He is a big help. You know
what's going to decide the election?

Law and order.

That, and the race issue.

I think we should be tougher
with the immigrants.

Well, I don't see
how we can be any tougher

than the Labour Party.
We can't let in less than zero.

We could let a few out.
I mean, Uncle Eric's

got this super idea about a boat race.

Five thousand pounds
for the first West Indian

who can row back to Jamaica.

When they all sort of row off,
it'll be fantastic!

- I mean...
- Spot. Your shot.

Oh, my shot...
Coming, Auntie Vanya!

As Sir Eric is retiring
in any case

why don't you allow him
to express his real views?

The man's a lunatic!

Good shot, Eric!

Exactly. He could make
a grossly inflammatory speech -

you could sack him
and emerge as a man of principle,

yet the impression would still get about

that we are tougher on immigration
than the Socialists.

Peter, I wonder if
I could tear you away

from my fiancée for a moment?

Like you to call up
a few newspapers...

Nobody could accuse me
of being a racialist...

...but when I hear stories
as well-authenticated as this

which I heard from a very close friend
of a constituent

who had been talking
to somebody in a pub

who had heard from
an extremely reliable source

that a fragile old lady of ninety-two

had been locked in a lavatory

by a group of ten immigrants

who proceeded to poke at her
with sharpened broomsticks

for a period of fourteen hours
whilst they chanted

anti-white slogans,
and finally forced her to use

a newspaper photograph
of Mr Enoch Powell

in a way... that I'd
rather not go into here.

When I hear stories
like that, I wonder -

are we mad, to allow,
in this country, fragile old ladies

to be ruthlessly poked by blacks!

Could we take it from
the end again, please?

- Eh?
- 'Are we mad...'

Are we mad?

Are we mad?

- Are we mad?
- Look to the right, sir!

Are we mad?

Are we mad!

Are we mad?!

- Look to the right, sir...
- Are we mad? Are we mad?

Are we mad? Are we mad?

Are we mad? Are we?

Have you read this filth?

Yes, I have.
Dreadful, quite dreadful.

Dearie me. Oh, dear.

What are you going to do?
I can't be Home Secretary

in a party that condones racialism.

Don't you worry, Hugh.
I will act -

I will act.

In fact, on matters of principle
I am acting the whole time.

Sir Eric is announcing his
resignation this evening.

Yes, Michael's taking his seat
at the General Election.

But that still gives the impression
we're a lot of racialists!

I admire your integrity, Hugh

but you must realise
we must win this election.

And let's face it - this won't do us
any harm at all. No harm. At all.

It's no good. I must speak out!

You see, Hugh - I don't think Tom wants
another five years in opposition.

I don't care. I won't be muzzled!

Hello, whitey!

Good evening.

You're trash, man.

- I'm on your side!
- I've got rhythm...

I understand your motives.

Now let's discuss this rationally.

Violence breeds... violence!

Cool it, baby!

"Hello, whitey."

"Hello, whitey."

"Hello, whitey."

" 'ello, whitey."

Hello, whitey.

"Hello, whitey." "Hello, whitey."

"Hello, whitey." "Hello, whitey."

"Hello, whitey." "Hello, whitey."

"Hello, whitey." "Hello, whitey."

Well, sir?

I couldn't swear to it,
but it might just possibly

be the one in the green shirt...

A kiss Mr Rimmer, sir. Please.

Thank you, sir.

Bye bye, my darling!

Bye!

Mummy, put that hankie away -

you promised me!

Bye!

Calculating sod!

Now, darling. Where's this
super secret surprise honeymoon?

Have you ever heard of
a little place called Budleigh Moor?

- One more, Mr Rimmer, please, sir.

This way, please. Thank you.

Thank you, gentlemen.
That'll be enough.

Thank you.

Deirdre? Would you say
my career-line

comes to an abrupt halt?

No, no. No need for too much
on the face, dear -

I've got most of it left
from this afternoon.

Just, erm, a few drops in the eyes

to get the merry twinkle going!

And, er, could you make the mouth

more generous?

Keeping fit?

That's about all there is
for me to do around here.

Yes, I used to be pretty fit
when I was in the army.

The only trouble was, it made
me so incredibly

...randy.

Yes. It does.

Incredibly randy.

Yes, you must be... pretty fit.

How's married life suiting you?

How should I know? I've hardly
seen him since the ceremony.

What about all those lovely pictures
of you together in the papers?

That's about the only time
we've been together -

when there's
a photographer around.

Yes.

Yes, I must admit there is
a calculating side

to Michael that I find very...

disturbing.

But do you actually
know anything about him?

I mean, where does he come from?

Never talks to me about it.

Just tells me that he was found
in the bulrushes.

You can't stand him, can you?

No.

Er, no, no, no - nothing like that.

I just don't like to see what
he's doing to you.

What he's *not* doing to me...

Good evening!

Before you vote next week
I'd like you to remember

that basically, you know, friends,

this election isn't about money
and material things -

it's about morality.

The Labour Party's nothing
if it is not a moral crusade.

It's hardly necessary for me
to remind you

what we stand for.

The Labour Party stands for...

Well, er, it stands for, er...

Well, it stands for...

we stand for, er...

Look! I'm not standing
for any more of this!

Look, stop the cameras, get
the bloody man off the autocue!

It's live, sir!

Pull your fingers out!

It's a live broadcast, sir.
They can see you...

What? Oh, oh...

Oh, oh... dung!

I'll sack the lot of you!

Stop it! Stop the bloody thing!

Stop the machine!

Is there nobody in control here?

I must say, Michael, you did
an excellent job with Blacket.

I hope I can continue to do well, sir.

I've been thinking about
the composition of the Government...

And I was trying to work out

where your many talents
would bear most fruit.

Well, as all my experience
has been in financial matters

I thought Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Oh, my dear Michael.

You're not even an MP yet!

I must say I admire
your directness and drive...

...but you must see that Mandeville
must be in charge of the Exchequer.

Of course, I've always believed
that a man's personal life is his own affair.

What do you mean?

You haven't heard anything, then?

No. What is there to hear?

Well, I hate to spread gossip, and
they're probably faked, in any case.

What are faked?

The photographs I was sent.

Of Mandeville?

...And friends.

But even if they're real, I don't see why

they should affect his efficiency
at the Exchequer.

Do you have these, erm,
photographs with you?

Yes, I thought it better
to hand them over to you

and say no more about it.

God knows where the negatives are.

That's not Mandeville.

The other way up, sir.

Good God! The continental pig!

Good heavens!

Tut, tut!

Keister!

God... I may have to reconsider.

"Conservative Shadow Chancellor resigns"

"without giving his reason.
Surprise appointment"

"of Tory whizzkid, Michael Rimmer!"

The next Conservative Government

will reduce Income Tax,

reduce Purchase Tax

and increase Old Age Pensions.

This I solemnly pledge.

And now, to help you
make up your minds,

here is a chance
to take another look

at the alternative to
a Conservative Government...

Oh, dung!

Oh, dung!

Oh, dung!

Oh, dung!

I'll sack the lot of you!

Stop it! Stop the bloody thing!

It was clever of Michael
to have thought of that.

Now.

What would be good, now -

Oh, yes. Bed.

- B... E... D...
- 'BED'.

That's eight to you,
and I'll make 'LOYALTY'.

Loyalty?

That is a good word.
That's a very good word.

Er, that's fifteen to you.

What can I do with my...

with my 'X'?

Oh, yes. I can...
I can make 'SEX'

with the S of 'BEDS'.

And I can add U... A... L...

Five more to me.

Yes, but you don't know what
you've let yourself in for -

you see, I can use your
'LOYALTY' to make...

'SEXUALITY'.

Well, all I can do is this -

N...

O...

'NO'? But you can't do that.

I mean, it isn't connected to anything.

Oh yes it is.

Goodnight, Peter.

Good evening and welcome
to Election Grandstand.

The first result should be coming in
quite soon from Clitheroe.

This is Hugh Wilting's seat
and traditionally

the first constituency
to complete the counting.

But first, with no results in,
let's ask Peter Niss

of Fairburn Polls, what he thinks
of the situation.

Well frankly, Steven, I think we've started
the programme about an hour too early...

Well, let's go over
to Freddie Daring

at Clitheroe, to see
if there's any news yet.

Well, these lads have
a great reputation to maintain

and they're absolutely determined
to give us the first result!

I've never seen such
fast, hard counting,

and I think we should have something
to tell you in a few minutes.

Well, thank you Freddie.

And now let's take one more look
at the state of the parties.

Well, that's the position at the moment
with no results in yet,

and now perhaps we can get
a reaction from New York.

So over there now, by Early Bird,
to Tom Stoddart.

I am not your buddy.
Neither am I your mother!

Appalling people!

Ah, yes, well -
over here in New York

we are all, as they say over here,

'dog-gone keen' to hear the first result...

...And so are we here in London.

And we must go back up to Clitheroe

as I think they may
have something for us.

Come in, Freddie.

Freddie?

Can you hear me?

In that case, back to New York!

Here in Stockholm, we are
extremely excited...

We don't want to talk to you
at the moment, Doctor Luns -

if we could talk to you later.

We're going back to Clitheroe
to get the first result.

- Oh, but I want...
- Thank you, Doctor Luns,

we'll come back to you in a moment.

So over to Freddie Daring
in Clitheroe for the first result!

Hello, Freddie?

- Hello, Freddie?
- Over here in New York...

Hello, Freddie?
If we could just get Freddie...

No, we don't have
the result yet, but

in the closing minutes
these lads are going really berserk.

George Winthrop, one of the most
experienced counters,

broke a finger just now -
but he's carrying on.

- Hello, London!
- Well, thank you, Freddie.

Well, still no results from Clitheroe.

Peter Niss?

In that case, let's rejoin our
good friend Doctor Luns in Stockholm.

Are you there, Doctor Luns?

He has gone to the...

He will be back.

In that case, let's go over to Paris
where Pierre Dubois is waiting.

Bonsoir, Pierre!

Bonsoir!

Pierre Dubois,
both candidates at Clitheroe

are keen supporters
of the Common Market.

What's the French reaction
to this phenomenon?

Ecoutez, Monsieur.

Je ne comprends rien
et je m'en fou!

Salut! Le service non compris.

Comme d'habitude d'ailleurs!

...Well, I don't think we've located
the right Pierre Dubois.

But while we were talking to Paris
we did get the first result

- not from Clitheroe
but from Beccles - and here it is.

A Conservative gain of 17,000.
Now let's see what swing that is.

Over to Magnus Orbison
on the swingometer.

Peter Niss...

Well, that's just under a twenty percent
swing to the Conservatives.

It's exactly what we predicted at Fairburn.

If it's repeated it'll give the Conservatives

an overall majority of, what, 265?

Ah. Well now the results
are coming in thick and fast.

And here's an interesting result.

Michael Rimmer has held Budleigh Moor
for the Conservatives

with a greatly increased majority.

He's in. I knew he'd do it!

But only by 17,000.

That's another Conservative gain.

And so, with 435 results in,
we have the news

that the Prime Minister
has conceded defeat.

And now it's six-fifteen in
the morning, there's only

the Clitheroe result to come in.

And here it is. After three recounts

Hugh Wilting has retained his seat
with a majority of only five.

That's over 18,000 down
from the last election,

due no doubt to his courageous stand
on the race issue.

So now we leave Election Grandstand

with a new Conservative
Government in office.

And it's thanks to all our experts,
and good night.

Right, that's it, studio.
Wrap it up.

Luns, here. Doctor Luns.

Er, hello. Hello, London...

This is Stockholm...

The Prime Minister is holding
an emergency Cabinet meeting at Chequers

to discuss what he describes
as the very grave financial situation...

Gentlemen.

The Chancellor is bringing
the exact figures

but I do feel that unless
we announce strong measures

there is a grave danger
of another run on the Pound.

I wonder if you would
excuse me a moment?

I have a rather important call to make
to my wife in Zurich...

Gentlemen. I must ask you
as patriots and ministers

not to speculate against the Pound.

Michael. There you are!

Sorry to keep you, Tom. I wanted
to have all the figures.

Good. We've just been discussing

the appalling mess
we've been left by the Socialists.

We have inherited
a mess, haven't we?

- Oh yes, yes. Yes, we have.
- Good, fine!

In fact, overall, the financial situation

could be described as disastrous.

- Catastrophic!
- 'Hopeless' is another good one.

I think we're all agreed
on the nature of the problem.

Now, Michael. What are your proposals

for dealing with this, er... crisis.

Well, first of all I'd
reduce Income Tax,

reduce Purchase Tax, and increase the
Old Age Pensions.

You must be mad!

Well, I think we ought to honour
our pre-election pledges.

No, no, Michael.

- Nobody expects that of us.
- Hear, hear!

No, the normal routine is to say

that we are all staggered and horrified

and then blame it all on the last lot!

I mean, what are our gold reserves
at the moment?

- Two-and-a-half million.
- God Almighty!

No, seriously, Michael.
What are your proposals?

Well, I've been having a word
with our friends

in Paris and Bonn.

I didn't know we had any friends
in Paris and Bonn.

And I think that while
I'm sort of, sorting things out

it would be best to sit back
and do nothing for a couple of weeks.

Good idea!

Will all those in favour of sitting tight

and doing nothing
for two weeks, raise one arm?

Carried unanimously!

Thank you, gentlemen.
That's all I want to say to you.

- Goodbye, Prime Minister.
- 'Bye, Michael.

Oh, and I do think
we should try and create

the impression of some activity.

What about a summit?
That would pass the time.

Very good indeed.
And talk about things

in terms of keeping our options open.

- Right.
- Jolly good idea. Very good idea.

No comment, gentlemen.

I shall speak on my return. Goodbye.

Good luck, sir.

Britain's defences have
never been stronger.

Take a look at the unique
British 'Hover-Bomb'

which hovers over the enemy
issuing instructions to surrender.

If not shown a white flag
within fifteen seconds

it devastates an area
of fifty square miles!

I've never seen that.
Is it one of yours?

Now, feast your eyes

on the giant new 'Caligula' missile,
computer-programmed

to home in on specific targets.

Is it one of yours?

And if that isn't enough
to strike fear

into the hearts of our enemies

what about this jolly little fellow -

the Navy's nuclear-powered
'Water Weasel'.

When it's not annihilating our foes

it's hard at work gathering fish!

I've never seen any of those.

So, for those who think

that the British Lion has lost its teeth
let them be warned

that it can still give them
a pretty nasty suck!

I think this display here
will answer all your questions.

But they're just models!

That's all we need. Thanks
to our Film Department

we have the finest
deterrent force in the world.

This will save roughly
one billion pounds a year,

enabling me to increase your own salaries
by one hundred percent.

- What?
- Twice as much, Willie.

Oh. Mum's the word.

What about the other ranks, sir?

Most chaps joined the army
to do a bit of

- well, not to put too fine
a point on it - killing.

I know I did!

Money isn't everything. The Spofforths
have a tradition to uphold.

It's Moffat of the Spofforths, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You realise, Colonel Moffat,
that your regiment

is due to be disbanded?

But I understood
that under the Conservatives...

Well, I think possibly
we might find

- a special role for the Spofforths.
- Oh.

- You see, Britain needs gold...
- Yes.

- ...as you know, the Swiss have a lot of it.
- Oh.

This is where you come in...

'Ten-shun!

At ease, please.

Here we are, sir.
There's enough elephantiasis

in there to wipe out
the whole of China.

Just think of it -

six hundred million
bloated Chinks rolling around!

- And where are the Union Jacilli?
- Over 'ere.

There we are, sir. The Union Jacilli.

Our latest germ for peace -
incidentally, a big dollar earner

it's already gained the
Queen's Award for Industry.

And there's no known antidote?

Not as yet, sir, no.
It's an highly-concentrated

form of the English common cold.

Acts in seconds, leaves no trace.

- That's the one for us, Colonel.
- Yes, sir!

Right little beggar, he is!

Once he gets in there,
there's no getting him out!

Thank you, thank you!

- I'll see you again, too.
- Next!

Have you anything to tell us sir, please?

I'd just like to say
that my talks with the President

were wide-ranging, full

and exhausting.

And we'll sweep in...

and wipe 'em out, completely.

- No survivors?
- No survivors?

That's a bit rough!
I'd better tell Mary right away.

No, sir. No survivors on *their* side.

Oh. That's more like it.

Simple. Effective.
And bloody good fun!

Better master the machinery.
Know your weapon.

How do these chaps work?

Ah. "Press firmly
with the index finger..."

"first ensuring that all ranks
are wearing gas masks."

Ah.

The Swiss have been asking for it.

I mean, what self-respecting nation

can go five hundred years
without a war?

- The Swiss?
- Exactly.

Enough said.

You see, people
these days have lost

their sense of values.
Honour. Decency.

Courage and loyalty.

Yes. I can't tell you
how grateful we chaps

are Michael, to you, for
giving us this chance

to do something for Britain.

Ordinary people are just sick and tired

of being pushed around.

Pipe-Major!

Gentlemen. I give you...

Operation Cuckoo!

Operation Cuckoo...

God bless her.

Take that!

Come on. At the double!

This way, chaps...

In you go, then.

Quick as you can!

Forward!

"North Sea gold find confirmed!"

"Big boost for Sterling!"

"Swiss government break off
diplomatic relations with Egypt!"

It gives me great pleasure

to show you the first piece
of gold to be mined

from our vast North Sea gold fields!

Can I give you a hand, sir?

No, Michael, it's all right.
I think it's me they want to see.

Can you move back a bit, sir?

...A bit higher, sir.

...Back a bit, sir.

...Back a bit, sir.

...Back a bit, sir.

Let go of the gold, sir!

I was really quite fond of him

but what a stupid way to go!

Talk about a floating pound!

All right, studio.
Nice and quiet, please.

Tonight, the country lies stunned
by the tragic news

of the death of the Prime Minister.

Messages of sympathy
have been pouring in

from all over the world.

The Pope has condemned
the senseless violence of our times.

The President of the USA
has spoken warmly

of the man with whom
he recently spent so much time.

Here in the studio tonight
we have three men who knew him well.

First, the Home Secretary,
Hugh Wilting, who was

with him when he died.

This is a black day... er,
darkish sort of day for Britain.

Your Grace...

I think it ironic that a man
who so loved the sea

should be, so to speak, bitten
by the mouth that drowned him.

Was it St Paul, or Cole Porter who said

we always hurt the one who loves us?

But I'm sure this fine man
has found solace

in Heaven with Almighty God

- if there is such a person.

Mr Blacket. You, at times, have been

on rather acrimonious terms
with the late Prime Minister.

We've had our differences.

On one occasion - indeed,
on several occasions -

you described him as a
'two-faced, weasel-eyed git'.

In the rough-and-tumble
of parliamentary debate

one often says things
that are easily misinterpreted.

But there was a great warmth
between us.

One hates to make, er,
party points, but, erm...

...Suffer little ones
and let the little ones suffer.

He giveth and taketh away, and casts
his bread upon the waters.

Well, let's take one more look
at the tragic accident,

this time in slow motion.

Here, we see the Prime Minister

moving to one side
to give the photographers

a better view of the gold.

This is the crucial moment.

The Prime Minister slips. Michael Rimmer
rushes to his side...

...but is unable to save him.

But even so soon after the tragedy

the question on everybody's lips is.

'Who will succeed?'

I can't say I like the man,

but you must admit he's got something.

I can't say I like the man,

but I must admit he's got something.

What about you, Mandeville?

I can't say I like the man, but

I must admit he's got something on me.

And there we are, folks -

that's number five
in our Top Thirty this week,

and I think at the other end
of this telephone -

because it's time for our afternoon
telephone call - is Mrs Ferret.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs Ferret?

That's right, Dave.
But Constance to you.

Great. Now what
do you do, Constance?

I'm just an ordinary housewife.

Great. What does
your husband work at?

My husband, Dave?
Oh, he's a failure.

Fine. And as
an ordinary housewife

who would you choose
to lead the Conservatives?

Oh, Michael Rimmer, Dave!

He's everything my husband isn't!

Well, Constance,
all I can say to that is...

...groovy, baby!

He's ruthless, opportunistic, dishonest,

shallow, evasive, and unprincipled.

But I'm still not sure
he'll make a good leader.

I shouldn't wait up
for me tonight, darling.

I might be a bit late.

- I want a divorce.
- Divorce? Why?

To put it in the only terms
you'd understand...

sexually speaking
we're seventy percent below

the national average.

I shouldn't pay too much attention
to one month's figures.

Seasonal variations can be
very misleading.

I mean it, Michael. I want a divorce.

That's normal. About forty-two percent
of married women

go through this phase during
the first year of their marriage.

How would it affect your chances of
being Prime Minister

if I went on television tonight
and told everybody

where the North Sea gold
really came from?

You wouldn't do that.

I'll ring Steven Hench now.

No, you won't. Bye.

He'd love to get you!

- Peter...?
- Yes?

Pat's a bit upset.
I wonder if you'd look after her.

Don't let her near
a telephone till I get back.

- Right.

I'd leave her in the bathroom
to calm down

if I were you.

Let me out!

Peter!

- Hello?
- Let me out!

I'd love to. But I can't.

Why not?

You can't stand him!

I know, but he's so nearly there.

And there are so many things
we can do together.

Think of all the things *we*
would be able to do together!

I thought you loved me...

I do love you.

And I love you, Peter.

And I love you, Pat.

Well, let me out, then.

- Thank you, sir.
- Look this way, sir!

Oh, don't do that. You'll bruise
your lovely shoulders.

If you loved me
you'd let me out!

- But I do love you.
- And I love you...

so let me out, you stupid,
spineless, sycophantic...

If you let me out

you can have me!

Darling Pat!

May I say how proud
and privileged I am

to have been elected Leader
of the Conservative Party.

I don't believe it.

He's done it!

So he has.

Sorry darling,

but duty calls.

...albeit it under circumstances

which I most bitterly regret.

This is not a time for false hopes.

The situation is critical

and I intend to take immediate action.

Hello, darling.

Let's start improving
our monthly figures...

Colonel Moffat,
late of the Spofforths,

is our new Minister of Defence.

Teddy Mandeville will be
Minister of Labour.

Now happily recovered from his illness.

I've chosen him because, above all,

Teddy is a deeply human man.

And nobody knows better than me

how very human he can be.

As public opinion polls

have become such a vital part
of our democratic way of life

the time has come to take them
out of private hands

where they can possibly be misused.

I've therefore created
a National Poll Board

under the chairmanship
of Mr Peter Niss.

Now, you know that I've
never sought power

and now that I have power
I want to share it with you.

For it is you, the people of Britain,

that have made this country great.

From now on, I want
to consult you directly.

On every major issue
there will be a referendum

in which you can vote, so at last

we can enjoy a real democracy.

Goodnight.

Oh, look. There's more coming.

Isn't it nice!

Makes me feel so important.

We are important, Loretta. A vital cog.

Hats off to Rimmer.

"Should we keep a continuing
military presence in Binwandi?"

Mmm.

The whole country's gone mad.

The public doesn't know anything
about government.

What does he think he's doing?

He's off his head!

I suppose there's one advantage.

He can hardly fail to stay in power.

In power? What power?

The public have got all the power.
Everyone's gone mad.

Are you going to resign?

I'm not mad. They are.

Well, that's done.

Bedtime, I think.

I, er...

I think I was right to take
a firm line on China.

Oh, guess you had to.

Ooh, quick, it's
the emergency tele-vote!

Hello again. The Government

would like to know your feelings
on water pollution.

What could be more boring
than water pollution?

- Regional Development?
- That is a good one.

Hello?

Oh dear...

The postmen are threatening to strike.

Good!

How can I be expected to know

about the agrarian reforms
of Nang-I-Tuot?

Yes, I know
his heart's in the right place

and he's doing it for us.
And let's be fair

he never sought power.
But this isn't democracy.

He shouldn't try and get us involved.

That's his job. He's the leader!

I mean, that's what we're paying
him for, isn't it?

- During today...
- "No more polls!"

...the demonstrations
against the new democracy

have reached their peak.

Pillar boxes have been blown up

and a group of twenty
Post Office workers

have chained themselves to the railings
outside Buckingham Palace.

Earlier today,
National Poll Board chairman

Peter Niss faced a furious crowd
demanding an end

to 'government by referendum'.

...from The Grocer,
and at the post it's...

Hello again. Regional Development.

If you turn to page 98
of your TV voting guide

you will find full details

of tele-vote number 218...

As your Prime Minister,
I hope I've never been afraid

to admit my own mistakes.

In every way, the economy is booming

but I must admit that our experiment
in participatory democracy

seems to have run
into some difficulties.

Perhaps I was too idealistic.

It may well be, that in
these modern times

we need a more streamlined form
of presidential government.

You must let me know
if you share these feelings.

Next week, you'll have
the chance to tell me

in what could be, if it's your wish,

the last referendum for some time.

Right, cut it.
How's that for you?

Okay, Brian. That's the one.

I've read this referendum.
What you're suggesting

is nothing more or less
than dictatorship!

Well you, like everybody else, Hugh,

will have a chance to vote against it.

It's perfectly democratic.

But what you don't realise, is that

ninety percent of the population
are idiots!

I always thought all men were equal.

You won't get away with this, Rimmer!

Venceremos! We shall overcome!

Venceremos! We shall overcome!

Excuse me, may I get by?

Mind out!

Move, man. This thing's hot!

Venceremos! We shall overcome!