Eyewitness

Firing squad, shun!

Take aim!

Fire!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa!

Grandpa, do you wanna know something?

- I am prepared to listen to facts, sir, not gossip.

I just seen a ship sunk!

Just sailing along, and then it blew up!

Torpedoed!

Don't think there are any survivors.

Really?

Where?

Over there!

Can you see anything?

No, it's as you said.

No survivors, sunk without a trace.

- Grandpa? - Yeah?

When sailors drown,

do they wear St. Christophers?

- That's a very good question, very good.

But being an army man,

I'm not prepared to commit myself.

Nevertheless I've always held the view

that the Navy was improperly dressed at all times.

Speaking of which, I suggest, sir,

that you see your batman.

Sort yourself out, smarten yourself up,

otherwise you're gonna be late for parade.

Hop it, dismissed.

Good boy.

One gun, fire!

- President's launch is approaching.

In a few moments, he will step on to the quayside

to be received by our prime minister

as the first head of state to visit this island.

Chief Inspector Galleria, controller of security,

will escort the President to Independence Square

for the official reception ceremony.

The Marine Band, looking splendid in their dress uniforms

are standing to attention,

ready to play the national anthem

as the President, dressed in traditional costume,

comes into view.

The scene is one of rich pag-

- Go and check the security on the square.

I've already done so, sir.

- Go and check the security on the square.

Sergeant?

Yes sir?

Get the car.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

We have to recheck the security.

Tell me, you've been here a lot longer than I.

Is he the same with everyone?

Or is it just me he doesn't like?

He doesn't trust anyone

until he's known him a long time.

And he's afraid.

Ah, Borneo, I see.

Yes sir.

Ziggy!

Come on!

Oh, stand still, Ziggy.

If your hair is untidy,

the President will see it when he drives past,

yes he will.

Then what will be the result?

He will say "Who is that disgusting little boy"

"who can't be bothered to brush his hair for my visit?"

No he won't.

He doesn't mind things like that.

We're old friends.

Aren't we, Grandpa?

Yes, known him for ages.

- Don't say things which aren't true.

You ready, Ziggy, you ready?

- Now you're keeping your sister waiting.

- I shall tell the President what you said

and he'll probably have you shot.

- Give him my regards, won't you?

Listen.

I'll lie if I feel like it.

It's my lighthouse.

Help, help!

Pippa, is that for the President?

No, sunshine.

It's a hearse.

Come on, monster.

Partners!

Partners.

Whoah!

Mommy, mommy!

Mommy!

I can play the drum.

In fact I can play most instruments.

No!

Come on.

Well now, I didn't know you played the drums.

What other instruments do you play?

Bagpipes!

Oh really?

Come on, MacVee.

Ziggy, Ziggy, would you please come here?

Will you try and stay close to me?

- Look, I'm supposed to be at the front.

The President said I must be at the front.

He wrote to me and said so.

- Oh, and I suppose he invited you back

for tea afterwards?

Yes, and he's going to-

You little liar, be quiet.

One of these days, something you say

is gonna come true.

What's that?

Have a look for yourself.

All right.

Guard, shoulder arms!

At ease!

Guard, present arms!

Thanks.

- Right, Sergeant, get me a radio.

Clear the square.

Roger, come on.

Where's my brother?!

Where's my brother, I can't leave my brother!

Ziggy!

Ziggy, where is he?

I searched this place, nothing here.

Try next door, come on.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

All clear in there, sir.

Right, check the roadblocks.

On the double, come on!

You got it Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

I can't go home without him.

- Look, he'll be all right, I promise you.

Boys are always all right.

Blast.

Would you rather I drove?

Look, he knows his way around, doesn't he?

Move on please, move on.

Yeah, yeah, fine, okay sir.

Well, I expect like us

he was just moved along by the police.

Oh come on, he's probably having the time of his life.

Where do we go, home?

Which way is home, this way?

Look, soon as we get to your place,

we'll organise something.

But I bet you any money you like

he's there waiting for you.

My name's Tom, Tom Jones.

And I don't sing.

What's your name?

Pippa.

Huh?

Pippa Armstrong-Smith.

Okay Pippa Armstrong-Smith.

You show me the way home.

We'll look for your brother on the way.

Pippa!

Pippa!

Pippa!

Ziggy, where have you been?!

I've been so worried about you, I looked for you everywhere,

where have you been!? - Let go!

And I'll tell you

if you'll just listen! - Tell me.

- Well, your sister's been very worried.

You're telling me.

I don't know what I'd done if this gentleman

hadn't been here!

- Look, let me explain, give me a chance!

All right, what now?

You're such a chronic little liar!

Can't we get in the car?

No, we jolly well cannot!

You'll wait here, you can walk home now.

Please, Pippa.

What's the matter?

They're chasing me!

Oh, don't listen to him.

Who are?

I'm Tom, by the way.

The people who did it!