He starts the car and pulls into downtown London traffic. He winds it and the lullaby begins to play. Fatima enters and regards him lovingly.
He turns and smiles. Moves to her and caresses her belly. They kiss. Then he goes to a yardstick on the door. She smiles as she goes to him, loops her arms around his neck. Just how many were you planning on having? How handy are you? He takes the cell from his pocket, reads the caller ID.
She reads his expression and covers her anxiety. She forces a dutiful smile. Walter smiles with his eyes before he climbs into a waiting truck and drives away. Fatima looks after him, caressing her belly and their unborn son - or daughter. Sixteen commandos with duffles walk to the plane and file on board.
Inside, commandos sleep, read or keep their own counsel. Walter and Harry sit next to each other but might just as well be miles apart. Inside, commandos relax in the rec room. We find Harry and Walter, again side-by-side, Harry catching up on soccer matches on his Kindle, Walter looking at a digital slide show of Fatima on his cell phone. Later the commandos prepare to leave the sub: they put dog tags and other personal belongings in kit bags.
Walter takes a long, last look at Fatima then powers off his cell phone and puts it in his kit along with his wedding ring. The kit bags are collected by a submarine crew member. After the commandos speed off into the night, the sub sinks back beneath the waves. Fucking harsh. A caravan of 16 Bedouin riding camels moves slowly across frame. One of the Bedouin looks up. Looking for us, no doubt. X-ray 1 will go in at zero, locate and extract the prince.
X-ray 2 will cover our evac from here and here. He takes a beat, looks hard at his men. Grim nods from the commandos. You see this bugger, Prince Bernhard is likely close by. A baker? The fresh smell of bread in the mornings. Especially at the weekend.
Walter thinks for a few beats as he sharpens his commando knife on a flat stone. Her folks had a place in Beirut Just like at home.
Poor Lady Abigail. Thank God Her Majesty was unharmed. Walter stops sharpening the knife. Stares at his reflection in the gleaming blade. They walk down the hallway toward the elevator. Abby looks at him. MORE Think of the sideshow her life would become. Apparently, even you. The elevator opens. Walter steps inside. They stare at each other until the doors close between them. She walks to a waiting Rolls-Royce. Walter holds the rear door for her. She pauses before getting into the car, meets his eyes.
I leave for Sennybridge tonight. He closes the door. The Rolls-Royce pulls away. Walter looks after it. Tests the edge with his thumb and draws blood. Two RAF choppers circle overhead. No one has claimed responsibility for the bombing that shocked the whole of Great Britain. Miraculously, the queen escaped injury and is trying to recover emotionally while under heavy security at Balmoral Castle in Scotland The brutal attack comes at an extremely difficult time for the young queen. Her fiance, Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands, remains a hostage to terrorists who have vowed to publicly execute him Elizabeth stops.
Closes her eyes to shut it all out. Fiona puts an arm around her. Security agents and an entourage are just steps behind them. He offers her pills and a glass of water. I want to remain clear-headed. A damp towel is all I require. As she does, Wallingham enters. You must try to get some rest. The nurse returns with a cold compress and hands it to Dr. Sir Francis, please stay. Fitzhume leads the others out. Fiona looks at Elizabeth before closing the door on her exit. Now please, Dr. Fitzhume is right.
You need to rest. Fiona answers a phone call. Around half past three? Wanted to offer his consolenses to Her Majesty. With the IRA apparently back in business and prince Bernhard, well, in deep peril to say the least, the people need to know their monarch is keeping a stiff upper lip as it were. He checks caller ID. Coughlin exits.
Wallingham answers the cell. He looks nervous. You were totally useless on the last attempt. He never said a word about Lady Abigail. An MP steps out of the guard shack. MP Identification, please. McQueen, dressed as a bakery deliveryman, hands over his phony identification. Deadly serious MPs go over the van with a fine-tooth comb - undercarriage, roof, rear, etc.
In the kitchen he removes bread from pallets and puts them in a pantry as kitchen workers go about their business. They both go into the: INT. A security agent gives him a curious look. The deliveryman nods casually then drives off. Nigel answers his desk phone. Are you sure?! Fine, all right. On my way. He hangs up, exchanges a look with Fiona. Back for more. Nigel exits. After a beat, Fiona opens her desk drawer, reaches inside.
They pass shoulder-to-shoulder without a glance. McQueen dispatches the agents - one shot each to the head before any of them unholsters his weapon. Looks up at Fiona standing over her. How long have I been asleep? Something in the way she says it strikes Elizabeth oddly. She sits up. Fiona, what is it?
Elizabeth looks past her as McQueen slips inside, closing the door behind him. Is everything all right? He flashes a malicious smile. OFF Elizabeth looking at Fiona Two security agents stand guard in the foyer. The agents exchange puzzled looks. Who is your superior?
Elizabeth stands, temper rising with her. And this is my brother, Philip. McQueen chambers a round in his Walther. You served Father for years! FIONA The war between us - the war started by your tyrant ancestors and continued by your lecherous father - has never ended. You were just too blind and weak to notice. Like that vapid cousin of yours. It never MORE And you people call yourselves "divine". Try chromosomally challenged.
Sees the dead security agents. Takes a gun from one of them Enraged, Elizabeth starts after McQueen but Fiona grabs her. McQueen turns and shoots him twice in the chest. Wallingham keels over face down on the floor. Elizabeth rushes McQueen. He turns just in time to catch a kick to the balls.
Next, Elizabeth lands a wicked right cross to his chin. McQueen feels it but rebounds quickly, unleashing a visious backhand that lifts her off her feet and back onto the sofa. He stands over her, silencer pointed right between her eyes. He falls on top of Elizabeth, who is stunned until she looks at Wallingham, on the floor holding the gun.
She pushes McQueen away and goes to Wallingham, sets the gun aside and cradles him in her arms. Oh Francis! But awfully good of you to say so. Security agents burst in, guns drawn.
She rushes Elizabeth in a rage. The confused security agents hesitate. Nigel enters, taken aback by the bloody scene. Elizabeth looks down a Wallingham. Tears are now welling in her eyes. Well done. He dies. She watches as agents carry a body out in a body bag. Then her eyes fall on Wallingham just as his bag is being zipped.
He goes to the queen, offers her a sheet of paper. Elizabeth scans it. Do I make myself clear? Nigel, Dr. Fitzhume, the nurse, security agents and MPs stare at her for a beat. Then a chorus of obedient "Yes, Your Majesty". However, at the moment, my chief concern is for my people.
He approaches and bows his head respectfully. Inform the PM that I wish to speak with her post haste. He exits quickly. Elizabeth exits, her subjects looking after her in awe. Unfortunately, governments have learned the hard way that even so much as the appearance of a cover up can lead to scandal. Naturally, we should like to avoid that. I prefer to wait until after Operation Orange Peel, at which time I will address the people myself. One of them senses something as a shadow passes behind them.
He turns. Just the wind? Youssef enters the cell. He speaks to his men in Arabic; English to Bernhard. He stands in front of Bernhard and an evil, self-satisfied grin comes to his face. Bernhard looks up at him then at the balaclava in his hand. Youssef raises a hand to strike him but hesitates.
He steps away, returns with a SAIF and unsheaths it. Bernhard fights his fear at the chilling sound and the sight of the gleaming blade. In the dim glow of the match flame, a pair of eyes become visible behind him! The terrorist takes a drag of the cigarette. He aims his modified assault rifle down into the street. The first terrorist tries to shout in alarm but the bullet goes in his mouth before the words come out. The other three fall to the street at the same time, dead on impact.
Point C clear. Point D clear. We hear from commandos that other points are cleared. Youssef looks at the laptop terrorist. He types on the keyboard, checks cables running to the video camera. Bernhard flenches away, glares at him. He signals and they burst inside. Commandos move down the hallway and down the narrowing stairs.
They take position in front of the metal door, Levine signals and they remove their goggles. A commando steps forward and blasts the door lock, kicks it in and tosses a concussion grenade inside. X-ray 1 rush in, guns raised. The cell is empty except for a chair and a bowl. The cameraman, fingers raised, is doing the countdown before starting the live webcast. We hear gunfire. Youssef shouts orders in Arabic. Cameraman and laptop terrorist hurriedly pack their shit.
Terrorists are being mowed down by unseen commandos who are seemingly everywhere. This is Gonzo. The package is not here. Repeat, package not here Levine talks into his com-link. He signals for his unit to exit and they make their way up the stairs.
An explosion as a RPG explodes in the narrow hall. Two of the four commandos are killed instantly. Levine and the other commando return fire. He shoves Bernhard out of the cell, following the cameraman and laptop terrorist through a basement, up stone stairs. Major Levine and the other commando take serveral of them out, but there are too many. Another RPG is fired, killing Levine and the commando. They move through a main room.
A terrorist fires from behind a closed door. A commando returns fire, obliterating the door and ripping the terrorist to shreds. Another terrorist fires from the dark. And another. Walter and the commandos do what they do, picking off terrorists like targets in a penny arcade.
The commandos split up to begin a room search. Walter heads upstairs quickly but cautiously. Get out there and defend our position! The two men exchange frightened looks, then ready their weapons and run out into the street. Youssef uses the distraction to spirit Bernhard out a side entrance. A terrorist sneaks up behind, takes aim. Harry hears him, falls to the ground, spins around and shoots the terrorist.
Then Harry hears something else. Looks up at the night sky. Kicks open a door and scans the tiny room, machine gun leveled. He spins, ready to fire. He curses at Walter in Arabic. In the blink of an eye, Walter pulls his handgun and shoots him in the head. He looks past her into the room. Children and an old man are huddled together, terrified. She turns, steps over the dead terrorist and gathers the children.
Two commandos are killed by a MiG missile. You can also click on the safe to see the latest opinion poll, i. You can only go outside the office when you have a meeting to attend, at which time the game will prompt you to choose your destination. You can advance the time by using the clock, but usually there are enough events that demand your attention simultaneously that this is not usually necessary.
Your actions are limited to choosing from multiple choice options during meetings and telephone conversations. Overall, Yes Prime Minister is a fun, "light" strategy game that focuses more on funny dialogues and political parodies than on taxing your brain. Fans of the show will really enjoy the game, and the British humor may make non-fans curious enough to find out more about this classic comedy.
Recommended, but as a neat adjunct to the show rather than a good game. Screenshots from MobyGames. Jim Hacker 0 point ZX Spectrum version. Great game, written by the original TV writers and you can tell. Also, we try to upload manuals and extra documentation when possible. If the manual is missing and you own the original manual, please contact us! MyAbandonware More than old games to download for free! Browse By Dosbox support Supported on 0.
Download KB. Play in your browser. Description of Yes Prime Minister: The Computer Game Yes Prime Minister is a very rare PC version of a "cult" Commodore 64 game based on the hit BBC comedy series of the same name that aired in the s and was widely hailed as one of the best shows ever made about British politics and humor. Write a comment Share your gamer memories, help others to run the game or comment anything you'd like. Send comment.
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