1:01:07
Alice, are you all right?
1:01:10
Sir August's demands.
1:01:12
He wants them delivered
directly to the Prime Minister.
1:01:17
"Ten percent of our gross national product
annually." That's preposterous.
1:01:21
There will be no negotiation.
1:01:22
His words exactly.
1:01:24
He says unless we accept his demands,
the weather will get colder and colder...
1:01:28
...until we'll all have to go to hell
just to warm up.
1:01:32
Did Sir August torture you, Alice?
1:01:36
No, he didn't have to.
1:01:38
Knows everything already.
1:01:40
Breach of security, top level.
1:01:44
Father.
1:01:48
Alert security.
1:01:54
Sorry, Father.
1:01:55
The game's up.
1:01:56
Careful, it might go off.
We don't want another accident.
1:01:59
Half-working, as you are.
1:02:02
Poor Mother, finally figured it out.
But too late.
1:02:05
Nonsense. Mother knows best.
1:02:07
I want you to release Mrs. Peel.
1:02:10
Certainly.
1:02:11
But which one?
1:02:24
It really isn't Mother's day.
1:02:58
On course to base.
1:02:59
Seven degrees east, north by northwest.