Whoops Apocalypse Page #4
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- Year:
- 1986
- 93 min
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You're telling me
that the entire population of Great Britain
went and elected
a deranged psychotic
to the highest office of the land...
...again?
OK. OK.
Send him in.
Mr Virgil Grodd, madam,
from the CIA Directorate of Plans.
This is a very delicate matter.
It requires a man with special qualities.
You'll not find me lacking
in tenacity, madam.
I have trained my body
to endure any level of pain by sheer willpower.
I can place my genitalia into a burning
candle flame without flinching once.
Er... that's a very... useful discipline,
I'm sure, Mr Grodd, but I don't think we...
we have... no.
I have a candle here, if you'd like to see.
Er... no, Mr Grodd.
Perhaps we could concentrate on the reason
Yes, you want me to eliminate
Mr Grodd, I, as President, have no knowledge
of whatever it is I've called you in to do.
Naturally. I fully understand,
and I've taken the liberty of drawing up
a provisional plan of operations here.
In approximately three hours, I and two Cuban
agents will board a plane for London,
close to Whitehall.
At 0900 hours,
we circulate rigged Polaroids of the Prime
Minister in an unnatural act with a horse.
Fine. Mr Grodd,
I think I've heard enough of the details for now.
As a diversion to the media, we engineer
an outbreak of herpes in the Royal Family,
- and as soon as Her Majesty checks in...
- Mr Grodd!
Thank God.
I was starting to think this place was deserted.
Howdy-doody pals
May we remind all vacationers
of today's special activities
Relax and enjoy swimming running gymnastics
and tractor maintenance
with our many smiling instructresses
Plus tonight in the Malibu Ballroom
compulsory disco dancing
- Can I help you, gentlemen?
- Hi. We're members of the press,
here on an international fact-finding tour
in the Caribbean.
Could we have a room here for a few nights?
Unfortunately,
all of our rooms are completely taken.
We are at the very peak
of our tourist season.
Listen. I need to make
I am afraid that we do not have
a single telephone on the island.
Oh... out of order.
All the lines were damaged
in the er... monsoon.
- Monsoon?
- Grain shortage... earthquake.
Earthquake? Look...
As I said... sir...
this sunshine paradise is very popular
with your American holiday visitors.
Come this way, please.
And this... this is the dining room.
We regret to announce that all
our dining tables are as booked up as can be
Molotov cocktail,
Gulag Archipelago burger...
As you can see,
we are full right up at the moment.
All the hotels
on this booming-trade tourist paradise
are completely booked.
Take a gander, pally.
There is an 18-month waiting list
to use the lavatory
We could not fit in a single extra body.
So, as you can see, gentlemen,
you have no alternative
but to hire a boat back
to the mainland at once.
But please tell all your friends
about our flourishing holiday industry.
The way out is just over there. OK...
We regret to announce
that tonight's beach party and weenie roast
- has been cancelled due to an avalanche
- Thanks a million, kiddo!
And limbo dancing under the roadblocks
is strictly forbidden Thank you
Na zdorovye.
That's very impressive, Mr Grodd.
Thank you, sir.
And now to business, gentlemen.
This is an exact replica
of the Prime Minister's bath oil.
Scratch down the side. Harrod's price tag.
Worn gold on the cap right here.
We know he uses this every morning.
Tomorrow, things will be a little different.
Concentrated trioxalic acid.
Dissolves solid steel in 15 seconds.
As soon as he steps into
his bathtub... sssss.
Like a snowman in a sauna bath
Now, the main... Are you OK?
Excuse me.
I suppose there's no other answer.
He's got to go.
There's no way this operation can fail,
Mr Sumpter.
You have my personal guarantee.
Ah, Nigel, Michael.
Lovely to see you. Come on in.
You're looking surprisingly well,
Prime Minister, considering the erm...
Well, I'll live, Nigel.
Yes...
What do you think?
Had it done by microsurgery.
British medicine's the finest in the world.
But I'll tell you one thing.
It's a good job I didn't sit down in that bath.
Ha-ha!
Yes. How very lucky that was.
Can't imagine who'd want
to do that. Can you?
Well, I do know one thing.
I'll find out.
Apple?
I have failed you, gentlemen, but have no fear.
I know exactly what to do now.
There was something distinctly odd about
this place that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Hey! Careful what you're doing.
Yet, the more I thought about it...
the more a strange theory
started to form in my mind.
Hello again!
Hi there. Hey, this is Mr McDonald's,
another genuine vacationer.
This afternoon, Mr McDonald's is returning
in his private boat to the mainland,
give you both a ride.
So, thanks a heap, kids.
See you later, alligator.
On your feet. We're going
to take a little walk.
"Tinkerbell's Floral Wonderland?"
Come on. Give me a hand.
God Almighty!
This obscure little island was no tourist haven.
It was being used as a Soviet nuclear missile
base, right on America's doorstep.
If this doesn't get me the Pulitzer prize,
nothing will.
Come on, Slim. Let's move it.
Hey, come on. Wake up.
It's now two weeks
since British forces recaptured Santa Maya,
liberating its population of 7^50
from Maguadoran rule.
And with 48,000 troops
now permanently based in the country,
to guard against future attack,
General Mosquera appears finally
to have abandoned his designs
on this tiny Central American territory.
You are sure you can secure for us
the services of this man... Lacrobat, Mr...?
Nebuchadnezzar.
Harrison Hindenburg Nebuchadnezzar.
Personal management
of the world's leading international terrorists.
Yes.
My client, Mr Lacrobat,
has many prior commitments at the moment.
However, you tell me what you are proposing,
and I'll tell you whether or not he's available.
We need his help
to get the British out of Santa Maya quickly,
before our people turn against us.
Yeah, I see. You realise, of course,
that Mr Lacrobat's fees
are not inconsiderable?
The money is no object.
We would sell our grandmothers for such a man.
Gentlemen, I think we have a deal.
With this Lacrobat's help,
Santa Maya will once again be ours.
Soldier boy, don't point that thing at me
Left and right, we've
got to work all night
My mama never told me I'd be in a fight
I'd lay down my life, I'd lay down my soul
I'd lay down anything I was told
Because we're out here
trying hard to do our best
It's pretty plain for all to see
So, just be careful, soldier boy
Don't point that thing, point that thing
Point that thing at me
Left and right, we've
got to work all night
My mama never told me I'd be in a fight
I'd lay down my life, I'd lay down my soul
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