[when finding the therapist dead on the floor, having choked to death on a champagne bottle cork]
He’s drunk himself to death quite quickly, he has. Well, at least he won’t have to have any hangover tomorrow.
She’s Basque, isn’t she?
They say Basques live by the vendetta. If they hate someone it’s to the death. It’s the same when they love.
And you Mr. Brandt, how can you justify this deception?
I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation without the Secretary’s approval.
[explaining to George as the village sings around the campfire]
They are singing the legend of Tarzan. For many moons he was thought to be an evil spirit – a ghost in the trees. They speak of his power over the animals of the jungle. Because his spirit came from them. He understood them. And learned to conquer them. His ape mother, Kala, loved him as her own. And his ape brother, Akut, treated him with kindness and respect. He considered all men to be his enemies, since other tribes would hunt his troop as a rite of passage. Chief Muviro knew what he was. You must get to him. Since no man ever started with less.
What are you doing here?
You die, I die.
Oh. Okay, guys, come on. Let’s go, seriously. We can do that later.
You fight until one of you can’t anymore.
Or until one of you concedes.
A brave man never backs down.
Lucky for you, that wasn’t a rule when we fought.
It’s an unmitigated disaster, English.
I couldn’t agree more, sir.
Well, we need to get these jewels back, English, and fast. Now tell me about this assailant. Because when they searched the room later, there was no sign of him.
Well, the man was clearly a professional. He must have escaped while the Queen was being sedated.
But he’s the only lead we’ve got, English. We have to find him. Now, come in. This is – This is Roger from Data Support. Please sit down. He’ll produce a likeness based on your description. So tell us, what did this man look like?
Um… Well… He was… big.
[He looks round the room and spots a bowl of fruit]
Mmm. And curly. Well, frizzy, actually. Frizzy sort of thing.
An eye patch. Broken nose. Very few teeth. Two, I would say at the most. And a scar on his cheek in the shape… of a banana.
Both cheeks. They sort of met in the middle.
Are you sure about this, English?
[Pegasus shows him what Roger has done on his computer of the assailant Johnny had described and he gasps]
Oh, yes, that’s him. An uncanny resemblance. Why, it’s just as if he’s in the room with us.
The moment we stop fighting for each other, that’s the moment we lose our humanity.