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Uh, we've got a problem. - A cyberattack? - Yes, Prime Minister. (SIGHS) Took me two bottles of wine and half a packet of sleeping pills to finally nod off. - Ah, oh... - And you wake me because some fat-fingered hacker's - pinched your PIN number. - Well, it's a little more serious than that, Prime Minister. - Mm! - The identities of every one of our serving agents have been exposed. What?! - Who's doing this? - We're not sure, ma'am. So one week before I host my first G12 summit, Britain's entire security apparatus has been taken down, and you know absolutely nothing? That does pretty much sum up the situation, - ma'am, yes. - Well, you'd better get someone on it and find me some answers. Yes, but that's the problem. We don't have any agents left. They've all been outed. So bring back an old one! ♪ (BIRD HOOTING IN DISTANCE)
Johnny English Strikes Again
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BOUGH: Let's see what they've given us. (SIGHS) Exoskeleton. Exploding cotton buds. The old shoebox inflatable. Hmm. Ooh. What are these? Instant Release Super High Energy Pills. Like sticking your fingers in an electric socket. - Highly recommended. - Right. So the red ones must be the Total Knockout Sleeping Pills. - Correct. - Oh. Probably worth labeling these. Um... Ooh. (CHUCKLES) Look, sir. Sweeties.
Johnny English Strikes Again
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It's a mixtape, Bough. ("I'M YOUR MAN" BY WHAM! PLAYING) ENGLISH: So, destination? BOUGH: South of France, sir. That cyberattack seems to have been launched from the Wi-Fi signal of a hotel in Antibes. ♪ Call me good ♪ Call me bad ♪ Call me anything you want to, baby ♪ ♪ But I know, uh-huh ♪ That you're sad ♪ And I know I'll make you happy ♪ ♪ With the one thing that you never had ♪ ♪ Baby ♪ I'm your man ♪ Don't you know that? ♪ Baby ♪ I'm your man ♪ You bet! ♪ If you're gonna do it, do it right ♪ ♪ Do it with me ♪ If you're gonna do it, do it right ♪ ♪ Do it with me ♪ If you're gonna do it, do it right. ♪ (PEOPLE COUGHING)
Johnny English Strikes Again
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Sir? Sir, I've just had a fax through from HQ. Background checks on all the guests that accessed the Wi-Fi network. You see? Who needs e-mail? Un peu de champagne, monsieurs? Oh. Danke schön. Um... one name has raised a red flag, sir. Sebastian Lynch, ex-Army and Military Intelligence. Now selling his services to the highest bidder. Where do we find him? Directly ahead, sir. He's got an 8:00 reservation at the Côte de Roc restaurant. - ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Johnny English Strikes Again