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(Phone Vibrating) |
(Phone Ringing) |
Hello? |
Why don't you just tell me what's happened? |
And what is it? |
I'll be right down. |
What's happened? |
Oh, Susannah. |
Susannah? |
Princess Susannah. |
Is she all right? |
I don't know. |
(wailing) |
(Princess Susannah) Don't kill me. |
Please don't kill me. |
(man) Read the statement. |
Yes. All right. |
On this screen? |
(man) That is correct. |
I am Susannah, Duchess of Beaumont. |
Popularly known as Princess Susannah. |
I am in a place you cannot find, |
held by one you will not trace. |
Prime Minister Michael Callow, |
Prime Minister Michael Callow, my...my life... |
my life depends on you. |
If you do not do precisely as instructed... |
...by four pm this afternoon, I will be...... |
...I will be executed. |
What are you doing? Keep it going. |
Prime Minister, at this point I think it's |
important to say that we are 100% certain that this |
is indeed Princess Susannah. |
Her car was intercepted |
shortly after midnight, returning from the wedding |
of a college friend of hers. |
She'd insisted on going. |
But you had security on her? |
Two PPOs, still unconscious, |
heavy sedative, close range, each with a single puncture wound, |
no sign of struggle. |
What do they want? |
Money? |
Release of Jihadi? |
Scrap Third World debt? |
Save the fucking libraries? |
We are convinced both the video and the |
demand it contains are genuine. |
What demand? |
What Susannah says next. |
It concerns you directly, sir. |
Just play it. |
(Princess Susannah) There is only one demand, |
and it is a simple one. |
At four pm this afternoon, Prime Minister Michael Callow |
must appear on live British television |
on all networks, terrestrial and satellite, |
and...no... |
(sobbing) |
... on all British networks, terrestrial and satellite, |
and have full unsimulated sexual intercourse with a pig. |
I don't understand! |
(Julian) The video ends with a series of technical |
specifications for the broadcast. |
Why are you doing this? |
This is a joke? Right? |
Ha-ha, Mike. Ho-ho. |
It's real. |
She said pig. |
Sex with a pig. |
They want me to have sex with a pig. |
Live, on television this afternoon. |
But what... |
Who? |
We're checking with our embedded operatives, |
compiling a list of suspects as we speak. |
Meanwhile, the demand has been made, |
and there's not long to formulate our response. |
Well, I'm not fucking a pig. |
Page one, that's not happening. |
Of course. |
Absolutely, sir. |
Well, have we established a dialogue with this... |
We can't, there's no e-mail address, |
no codeword, no channels for negotiation. |
Okay, so we'll focus on finding Susannah. |
Hmm? We get her back. |
And however it's done, I don't care. |
We stop this now. |
I assure you, everyone's working towards this. |
Yes...no, not everyone, a dedicated core team, |
this can't go wide, |
and keep it so far from the press |
it's on the other side of Jupiter. |
This only exists in this room. |
It's already outside it. |
Well if there are hacks sniffing around, shut them down. |
Bright red D notice. |
Super fucking Godzilla injunction |