All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S12E04 - The Glitch

(celestial music)

(car engine roars)

(horn honking loudly)

- [Woman] Excuse me.

(horn honking loudly)

(rapid alarm beeping)

(upbeat music)

- Coming through.
- Whoa, whoa, make your way.

(youngsters shouting)

- If you lot will ride like
maniacs, at least do it quietly!

- Yes!
- It says in the guidebooks

the valley of Midsomer Sanctae
has an atmosphere of calm,

spiritual repose!

Fat chance!

- [Boy] Almost there.

- Woo-hoo!

- Last refreshment stop before we turn off

the Ridgeway for Midsomer Sanctae.

- Have we heard from the National Trust?

- It's all done.

Portaloos as well.

- First things first, Daniel.

- When you get to my age Emily,

it really does all revolve
around where the next loo is.

(group laughing)

- Look down there you young clowns!

Midsomer Sanctae.

1,000 years of history you can see.

Maybe 2,000 more you can't
see, but you can feel.

- Last one down's exterminated!

- [Boy] Yow, Alex are you going to Sanctae

with that piece of junk?

- Come on, we'll surprise them,
I know a little short cut.

- Hmm.

- [Jeffers] Ha, this is it!

- I suppose this is called cheating.

- No!

It's a handicap, like golf!

(car engine roars)

- Morning, sir.

- Morning Jones, you're early.

Or did you get in in the hope

I wouldn't witness this unusual event?

- I have been on a bike before, sir.

- Yes, nice bit of kit
that, brand new in't it?

- Yeah, doing the Pilgrims' Ride.

- Oh!

Well, I wouldn't bet
too much of your salary,

generous though it is,
on beating Stephens.

A fit girl that!

- It's not a race, sir.
- Yeah, I know.

I also know you, Jones.

Oh, bad tidings from Aspern Tallow.

Your Bucketman struck again.

- No!

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

Bucketman has turned law-abiding villagers

into the three wise monkeys.

- Oh, yeah, it's been three months now?

- Yeah and I'm no nearer
catching him than I was

the first time he threw a
bucket over a sports car.

But there's nothing I don't
know about paint and glue.

- It'll come in handy, Serg.

- Yeah, yeah, if I want a
job as a paint salesman.

- Don't you worry Jones,

you're not going to be fired just yet.

You get the Bucketman

and this weekend your job will be safe.

Mind you, the latest victim
he's shouting very, very loudly.

We're not taking it seriously.

We're on the villagers' side.

We're turning a blind eye to it all.

- That's exactly what the
villagers are saying about us

not stopping their plague of boy racers.

- Yes, but he's been in touch
with the Chief Superintendent.

Take a look at that.

(youth whoop and cheer)

- Whey-hey!

(canning applauds)
- How did you get here first?

- Experience.
(Canning chuckles)

- It's cool here, dad.

- I've always thought so.

- So what went on here?

- Well, for over 700 years
pilgrims gathered at Causton

to walk to this abbey,
to pray to St. Frideswide

for blessings and help.

She was the daughter
of an Anglo-Saxon king,

but people prayed here long before that.

The Romans had a shrine
here, before them the Celts.

(youths shouting)

And I want plenty of
prayers to St. Frideswide

for good weather on the day, please.

- She didn't do very well
for us last year, did she?

It bucketed down.

- Which reminds me the Bucketman
was out again last night.

- I don't know, was he?
(group laughing)

(celestial music)

- We're heading back, Tom.

- Dad was always on about
this place, when I was a kid.

I sort of see it.

- It means a lot to him that you're here.

- It's just a bike ride.

- Ta.
- Thank you.

(clears throat)
- DCI Barnaby?

- That's me.

- Yes, Mr. Finn'll see you now.

- Thank you.

- Is that a smile, Barnaby?

- Certainly not sir, it's the sunlight

coming through the window.

- I'm not amused.

But you wouldn't be here if
you didn't already know that.

- I'm here sir because you complained

to my Chief Superintendent,
and to assure you that we'll do

whatever we can to catch
whoever it was attacked you.

- In three months this Bucketman
has attacked four people.

Now, five.

- And all employees of Soft Earth Systems

and drivers of very fast cars.

- Look, just leave it!

Get picked up later.

And what about this guy, Jones?

If he worked for me I'da cut
him lose a long time ago.

You said you wanted more
of the paint, Sergeant.

Knock yourself out!

Look if you guys can't hack it

maybe we should do something ourselves.

- I do hope that's not a threat, sir.

- Where's the car, Mr. Finn?

I need to inspect the damage.

- Auto repair shop in the
village, guy called Snape.

- Well, thank you very much Mr. Finn.

That'll be all for now, thank you.

(phone rings)

- Yeah.

What?

Well, how does it look if he's not there?

George has got to be there, Jonathan.

Sort it out!

- He's adamant!

I can't twist his arm, Clinton!

- Well, then try breaking his damn neck!

- On the table.

(upbeat music)

- They've been up the manor
already, talking to Mr. Finn.

Livid, he is.
(laughing)

- Whatever else you might say about him

he had a nice head of hair.

(speaking in foreign language)

- "Wherewithal shall a
young man cleanse his way?"

Let's hope Mr. Finn takes note.

- At least one car's off the road.

I'm surprised you've given
it house-room, Daniel.

- Couldn't resist it, I'm afraid.

It's a beautiful machine,

in the hands of someone who can drive it.

- Detective Sergeant Jones,

here to investigate injury to my tandem!

- Mr. Wayland-Smith,
Miss Harte, Mr. Snape.

I'm sure you all know why we're here.

- Then it's not my tandem after all?

Oh, Mr. Clinton Finn has been dealt with

by another instrument of justice.

(speaks in foreign language)

"Fret not thyself because of the ungodly."

I don't.

- Have to dash, back to school.

But I'm sure all my
buckets are accounted for.

- Another paint sample for
your collection, Sergeant?

- Devil's own job gettin' it off.

It's the glue, terribly sticky with paint.

- Right.

(ominous music)

(phone rings)

(Jonathan shouts over the phone)

- [Jonathan] You better get going,

people are waiting for you.

- Sorry, Jonathan, I forgot.

- [Jonathan] You forgot, what do you mean?

- Well, you'd better
tell him I'll be late.

- [Jonathan] Oh, for goodness sake--

- Was there some part
of "I won't be coming

"to your press conference
tomorrow" that needed elaboration?

- What needs elaborating
is your commitment

to this university.

- This place is here to
give me the opportunity

to say what I like, think what
I like, discover what I can,

or fail to do any of those things.

- Of course, it's true
that without your work

Soft Earth Systems wouldn't
be offering this money.

We all recognise that and applaud it.

- But this is about the university.

- It's about intellectual integrity.

I invented Kernel Logic 10 years ago.

I've discovered it's flawed.
- So you say.

- And if I come to your press conference

I shall say that very loudly,
is that what you want?

D'you know Jonathan,

you're almost persuading me I should come?

- Yes, Bains?

- Dr. Jeffers' new bicycle.
- What?

- Excellent.

Lead on!

I might even give you
a spin around the quad.

- I don't think we handled that
very well at all, Jonathan.

Do you?

- Hey, hey, heeey!

(ominous music)

(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

(screaming loudly)

(loud rapid beeping)

(bell rings)

- Where have you been, Tom?
- Out.

- You know you've got time
off school for studying.

I don't see much evidence of it.

- I rode to the abbey with the lads.

- Ah.

Well, your father and Miss
Muffet got back hours ago.

Couldn't you keep up?

(loud music playing)

♪ What I'm I gonna do tonight ♪

♪ Something that makes me feel all right ♪

♪ What I'm I gonna do tonight ♪

♪ Something that makes me feel all right ♪

♪ FX mojo ♪

♪ FX mojo ♪

♪ FX mojo ♪

- Oh, no!

Oh, walk right in, make yourself at home.

Everyone else seems to.

- You said you'd talk to him.

Our son is out of control.

And I don't think his relationship

with his ex-primary
school teacher is healthy,

even if you think yours is.

- You wanted me to talk to him.

Emily has made that possible
for the first time in years.

- Oh, (laughs).

Haven't you been married
enough, for God's sake?

(chuckles)

- It starts in the cloisters
at St. Frideswide's,

straight down to the river.

Then it's a steep climb
up to the Ridgeway,

but after that open country all
the way to Midsomer Sanctae.

- That's miles and miles.

- Well, I don't have to do it all.

I'll start with Cully and
then when I've had enough,

I'll just stop.

- There is one little flaw

in this plan of yours Mrs. Barnaby.

You do not have a bike.

- Hmm!

- I don't enjoy asking you about this dad,

but since George Jeffers
doesn't seem to communicate

with anyone at St Frideswide's these days

I'm forced to try other means.

- Bicycles, son.

- What do you mean, "bicycles"?

- All I ever talk to
George about is bicycles.

Anything else he does is beyond me.

It's beyond most people.

And more to the point
it's not my business.

- It's not your business he's prepared

to put the future of the college at risk?

'Cause that's what it amounts to.

It's not been easy persuading

Soft Earth Systems to put up millions.

Is George happy to lose it?

I need to know if he's
gonna to take it that far.

He must talk to you
about the college, dad.

You knew him when he was an undergraduate,

and you were the Head Porter.

Surely you care, dad?

- Bicycles, son.

- I won't let him do it.

It's not just about money,
it's about my future.

- Jonathan, you are big
enough and old enough.

It'll all come right.

You worry too much.

Aha, Emily!

(horn honks loudly)

- Well, what do you think?

- About what?

- As a collector of vintage sports cars

you can appreciate a beautiful machine.

Brilliant engineering.

The ultimate space-frame bicycle.

- Whatever turns you on,
George, whatever turns you on.

What about this?

Not so pretty, huh?

- I'm not sure I ever
found you very pretty.

There are those who do.

- Yeah, we've had our
disagreements lately.

- The Glitch.

- I didn't think you'd take it as far

as pulling out of the press conference.

- All right, announce a delay.

Let your people know we have a problem.

Tell them I'll redesign the logic system.

- It's been 10 years and 10s of millions.

I can't ditch it because you think

a theoretical glitch in
theoretical circumstances

might cause theoretical problems.

Your glitch has never glitched.

I'm surrounded by scientists
who tell me it does not exist.

- No, you're surrounded by idiots

you've paid to tell you it doesn't exist.

- They're all corrupt, of course.

- All that matters is I'm right.

The Air Traffic Control System
you're loosing on the world

is catastrophically flawed.

I can't undiscover the glitch, Clinton.

You have blind faith a
solution will be found

before people die, I don't.

So now I'm going public.

(bicycle bell rings)

- I will not let you do
it, whatever it takes.

- We've got the meeting, George.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

- Hey, come on!

Respect the bike!

- Don't get a puncture.

- Oh, good grief!

You can't ride this.

It's got no chain.

- Well, you'll have to get one.

You're good at that sort of thing.

You only pretend not to be so I never ask.

- Joyce!

- Right, any more business?

- Yes, Midsomer Children's
Hospital T-shirts

at a fiver each.
- Ah!

- We've gotta get 500, and
assuming that everybody

who takes part in the ride buys one,

together with the sponsorship money

and whatever we collect from
the spectators on the day

we're hoping for close to 10,000 quid.

- That's wonderful.
- Less if it rains.

- Where's your optimism, Dan?

- The less optimistic I am,
the less disappointed I get.

- Yeah, well I will be very disappointed

if we don't get to the pub on time.

- Are you gonna come and join us?

- I may, I may.

See you later.
- Take care.

- Melanie was here earlier, Tom.

- Ah, revision?

- She thinks if I shout loud enough

he'll buckle down and work.

In my view he'd do the opposite.

- Oh, you mean he's his father's son?

- Oh, not much of a father.

With your help I've been trying, but...

- It's not just about Tom, is it?

- What do you mean?

- I just know how she looks at me.

- Well, that's ridiculous, we're friends!

Even if there was more than that.

(upbeat music)

(car engine roars)

- "This is the weather the cuckoo likes,

"and they sit outside
at the Traveler's Rest.

"And maids come forth
in sprig muslin dressed,

"and citizens dream of the
south and west, and so do I."

Never a good day for it,

but a day like this, makes it even worse.

Who is she?

- Emily Harte, primary school
teacher in Aspern Tallow.

- Emily Harte, when did it happen?

- Bullard thinks last night, not late.

Have you been into the village yet?

- No, I came straight here.

- They're very angry.

"The accident that was waiting to happen."

That's what they're saying.

- [Barnaby] George.

Oh, she's very young.

- [Bullard] All right for
them to take her back, Tom?

- No, hang on.

The cause of death?

- A lot of broken bones.

She was hit by a vehicle
travelling at speed.

- Well, she must have been very visible.

- Car went right over
her, no sign of breaking.

Drunk driving is all I can think.

- Yeah, all right, you can take her now.

- Yep, okay.

- Uh-oh.

Stay here for a bit.

You've spoken to Emily's mother?

- In the kitchen, she's making some tea.

I am...

I was watching the children.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Don't apologise Gail, there's no need.

Now, come on, when did
the mother last see Emily?

- Emily went out yesterday
evening to a meeting

at the Midsomer Cycling Club,
at a Dr. Jeffers' house.

- Do we know what time
that meeting finished?

- Well, I spoke to a Mr. Canning.

He called in to see Emily's mother.

He was at the meeting,
he says half past eight.

He rode back from the
village with a Mr. Snape,

who owns the garage.

Emily stayed and talked to Dr. Jeffers.

- Okay.

- [Jones] Was she all right?

- [Barnaby] Yeah, yes she was.

You've had a run in with
Dr. Jeffers, haven't you?

- [Jones] Yeah, one of the
people who thinks I should have

arrested everybody with a fast
car at Soft Earth Systems.

- Hit and run what kind
of animal could leave?

- Dr. Jeffers we need definite times.

Emily Harte was here
about the Pilgrims' Ride?

- Yes.

- What time did the meeting end?

- Eight, 8:15.

It was dark when she left

that's why she was riding my bicycle.

There were no lights on hers.

Would you know the trouble
we've had, the near misses?

- Yeah, we are aware of all that, sir.

- The time you've wasted

looking for a man with a bucket of paint,

when you should have been doing something

to stop these idiots!

A woman is dead.

A young woman with her
whole life ahead of her

and the best you can say
is, "We are aware of that."

I'm sorry.

(helicopter roters
rumbling on the television)

- I'm really sorry about Emily.

- Thought you'd be pleased.

- That's a terrible thing to say!

- You hated her.
- Oh, Tom!

- Because dad liked her
and I liked her too.

That was a problem, right?

- She could have been his daughter.

She was bidding to be your mother.

- I should be so lucky.

- I shouldn't have said that.
(horn blasts)

- Don't keep Clinton waiting, mom.

You don't wanna lose another one.

(horn blasts)

- Forensics have got
samples of the car's paint

from the bicycle, dark green.

We may even get a make out of it.

- Good.
- The bike itself

was barely touched but there's
obviously some slight damage

to the bodywork of the car.

- Dr. Jeffers, he works
up at the university

he's some kind of hot shot scientist.

Need to know more about him,

apart from the fact that he likes cycling.

She leaves Dr. Jeffers' house,

she's on Dr. Jeffers' bicycle,

it's a dark night, would you
have known it wasn't him?

- No.
- No.

Why was the damage to the
bike so little, George,

when Emily's injuries,
well, they were terrible,

like the wheels had gone right over her?

- She could have fallen off the bike

and the car went over her.

- But then you say the car reversed?

- To see what damage was done?

- No, no, George.

I don't believe the driver
ever got out of the car,

I think that he, or she,
reversed, like you said,

and then drove over Emily
deliberately, no accident.

We're looking at first degree murder here.

- Hello, there; table for two?

- George isn't interested in money.

- You say that, but I
never really believed it.

- No, it's true.

He was so careless about patents,

he moved on to Kernal Logic

and he just couldn't be bothered
to protect our interests.

- Yeah, well I can't afford that luxury.

Kernel Logic has cost
me a fortune to develop.

We'll make a packet when it goes on line,

but so will George.

Should've hung in there, Mel.

- Well, he always was his own worst enemy.

- I'm putting together an army of bigger

and better scientists,
I'm gonna tell the world

that he's entered the Twilight Zone.

I'm gonna destroy him
before he destroys me.

- Cully loved this so much.

We should keep it, it's
still in decent nick,

and you never know.

- Know what love?

- You know.
- Yeah.

I don't think Cully's
gonna give you a reason

to use that any time soon, is she?

- Hmm.
- Hmm-hmm-hmm.

Right and now.

Oh yes, what a genius, I've
done a good job on this!

Oh, argh, argh, argh.

- Tom?

- What?

- [Melanie] (laughing) No, no, stop.

- [Finn] What?

- [Melanie] I would love you to stay,

but I've got enough problems with Tom.

- Oh, no, he's a big boy now.

- I know but you know he's
just taking it really badly.

Oh, no look.

I promise I'll sort something out, okay?

(car engine roars)

(loud music playing)

You okay?

- It's better to do it on
the sofa than in the car.

I don't know what the neighbours think.

- Don't you dare speak to me like that!

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

But at least you'll know
I'm not going around

for a heart to heart with Emily.

- Oh.

Tom!

(slow celestial music)

(car engine roars)

- You're here late?

- Well, you asked me to
contact a dozen scientists,

four in California.

So I thought it was worth waiting
for them to get out of bed

before asking them to do you a favour.

- Are they gonna write for us?

- Mm-hmm, except Steve
Wright from Stanford.

- What's his problem?

- His problem is he actually
thinks George has got a point.

- Ah, he's a second division clown.

Do you wanna have a drink?

- No, not tonight.

I don't know what division I'm playing in,

but I will not be played as a substitute.

(car engine roars)

- Morning!

Well done serg, training's
obviously paying off.

- Sorry can you just
spell that for me please.

- [DC Adams] DC Adams, hello.

- I've been talking to
some of the students

at the university.

Jeffers made his name in the 80s

with an invention called Wafer Logic.

Now, the circuit boards
that drive computers

are printed on wafer
thin slices of silicon.

The wafer is then cut into
a hundred separate chips

and the necessary connections
are made between them.

Jeffers' Wafer Logic said,
"Let's not cut the wafer.

"Let's build connections

"between the chips inside the wafer."

- Is there more?

- 10 years ago, he came
up with Kernel Logic.

This time he said, let's
not slice the silicon.

Let's build a million computers

inside a whole block of the stuff.

- A million computers?

- Yeah, apparently it
takes that kind of power

to model the airspace
of the entire planet.

If it works it'll make a
fortune for Soft Earth Systems

and a tidy sum for Jeffers.

- And if it doesn't, the
investors will lose billions.

Well, thank you for that, Jones.

Very good, very good indeed.

- Ah, you had the chain
too tight, much too tight.

Fine machine, though.

Don't make them like this anymore.

- I never know if that's
a good or bad thing.

- That's not gonna work, is it?

Well, no it's not gonna
work, how is it gonna work?

- Know who did it yet?

- Well, that's what we're
here to find out Mr. Snape.

- Identify the car and you
can find the driver, right?

- (chuckles) You got
something I can go on?

- Listen--
- It's one of them.

Look at their cars, you'll
find the driver quick enough.

- Okay?

- We deal with the press
conference as best we can,

if George Jeffers doesn't
show, no big deal,

we're dealing with the educational press,

not exactly investigative journalism.

- The more I think about it,
we're better off without him.

And if we're rubbishing his ideas anyway.

- You know what's at stake here?

If George goes public,
my company loses billions

and I lose my job.

Your university doesn't
get a science building

and you don't become
Master when he retires.

So I want reassurance.

When this gets ugly, and it will,

I don't want this
university defending George

out of some misguided
notion of academic freedom.

When I say he's crazy, he is.

(car engine roars)

- I've pranged my car, Mr. Snape.

- How'd you do that then?

- Will it effect the cost?

- You been trying to paint it?

- Look how quickly can you do this?

That is of course if you want the job,

I could always take it up to Causton.

Have fun.

- Now, we know that Emily Harte

was killed between 10:30 and 11:30,

but if we take the time that
she left Jeffers' house--

(group laughing)

- If someone wanted to kill
Jeffers, what are the chances

of just coming across
him cycling at night?

- Very slim, must have
been unplanned, yeah?

Now, look it was already dark,

at some point outside the
gate or along the road,

our killer sees the bike

and sees someone he thinks is Jeffers.

It's the right place,
right clothes, right bike.

- Maybe someone thought
he was the Bucketman?

- Couldn't help but overhear.

Now, for an intelligent man George Jeffers

was always stupid when it
came to judging people.

He doesn't believe what you're saying.

I do.

- And what am I saying, sir?

- Somebody tried to kill
him, I know exactly who.

(speaks in foreign language)

"We have heard with our ears."

Clinton Finn!

- Clinton Finn, the man
you say was responsible

for damaging your tandem?

- I'm at the university too, with Jeffers.

Organist and choir master.

One of the few fellows who
objects to selling ourselves

to Soft Earth Systems.

(speaks in foreign language)

"Deliver me from mine enemies!"

The university's enthralled with him

with his swanky new science
building, from IBM Master Down.

All terrified Jeffers is
gonna lose us the dosh.

There's the break-in too the day before.

There's a burglar in the
house and all Jeffers says is,

"I don't think he's a very good one;

"there's no point in
bothering the police."

Fool!

- Mr. Finn's at the university,
there's a press conference.

He'll be back this afternoon.

- We've got to talk to
anyone who might have seen

Emily Harte on the night she died.

Did you see her?
- No, I didn't.

She wasn't someone I knew
or had even spoken to.

- Well, were you out and about that night?

I mean we've gotta find someone help

identify the car that killed her.

- I was working here until 10.

- So, you drove home then?

- No, I didn't.

I was working here late with Clinton.

We had a drink, I stayed.

And yes, before you ask,

stayed does mean what it might infer.

Look, maybe it wasn't an
accident, Mr. Barnaby,

but maybe George Jeffers wasn't

the intended target after all.

- And why'd you say that?

- Well, I know she was
everyone's idea of a little angel

but it would be a mistake to
imagine there wasn't anyone

who'd want to harm Emily Harte.

- I thought you didn't know her?

- I didn't, but I do know Melanie Jeffers,

who first lost a valuable husband,

then felt she was losing her son

both to the same woman.

- Not the nicest woman in the world.

- Doesn't mean she's not observant.

Go and see the ex-Mrs. Jeffers, Jones,

see what you make of her.

I'll try and find out why
our Dr. Jeffers seems so

relaxed about his burglary.

- Hmm.

- I can't see how an inept burglar

is more significant now than yesterday.

Nothing was taken.

- Someone broke in here Dr. Jeffers,

why didn't you call the police?

- I don't believe anybody's
trying to kill me.

Besides, I'm taking my own precautions.

There, a webcam.

So now if I'm not here,

I can see what's happening
via the internet.

(chuckles)

- Dr. Jeffers, I still don't really know

what happened to Emily but,
I have to consider whether

she really was the intended victim.

- It was a hit and run.

And on that road it will
have been a local car.

- You've had some disagreement haven't you

with Mr. Clinton Finn
of Soft Earth Systems?

- [Dr. Jeffers] About science, not murder.

- Isn't there an adage
in your line of work,

that there comes a time in the development

of any new project when
the marketing manager

has to shoot the designer?

(laughing)

I do hope that's not literally true,

but I'm guessing that your disagreement

might cost millions if
not billions of pounds?

Oh, come on Dr. Jeffers, indulge me.

In terms an ignorant
layman might understand.

- Okay.

The binary system

deals with any question

by giving the answer
yes or no, understood?

- So far, so good.

- We call it a logic system.

But I can now prove,

that when any binary
system receives two almost

but not quite identical
bits of information

at almost but not quite the same time

it can theoretically fibrillate,
or not make up its mind.

Instead of yes or no,
it says, "I don't know."

Logic flies out of the window;

systems can behave in
totally unpredictable ways.

- They can crash?

- Not a word anyone wants to hear

in relation to air traffic control.

I can't keep silent.

I believe a huge air
traffic control system,

based on my invention, Kernel Logic,

is susceptible to the glitch.

- And that would mean what?

- If they take me seriously,

it will cost them millions of dollars.

If they ignore me, people will die.

(dog barks as birds chirp)

- I'm surprised at you, Dan.

- [Snape] What do you mean?

- Looking after their cars,
even after what's happened?

You going to call the police?
- What do you think?

- Well, I'm forever arguing
with George, it's what we do.

Not that it gets me far,

but I have to provide a
home and a future for Tom,

who also happens to be George's son too.

Now, a lot of the time
you wouldn't notice it.

- He doesn't acknowledge Tom?

- Well, when he remembers.

You know most of the time
I don't think he cares

whether he sees Tom or not.

- You don't wanna believe
everything she says.

I don't like saying my mother's a liar--

- Tom!
- But where dad's involved,

you want to be careful.
- Just shut up.

I'm sorry you heard that.

- He does care whether he sees me, mom.

He likes me, and I like him.

And you do hate that, don't you mom?

Just like you hate anyone he cares about.

Just like you hated Emily Harte.

- Get out!

Just get out of here!

Go!

- Tom!

- I'm sorry.

He's right, I did hate her.

I felt she was taking
them both away from me,

not just George, Tom too.

(door opens)

Oh, what must they think of me now?

Oh, God.

Oh, I've said some stupid
things, Mr. Barnaby

that I wish I hadn't.

Most of all I wish I
hadn't said them to my son.

But whatever I felt about Emily Harte--

- Mrs. Jeffers, we're
not here to judge you,

we're here to find out what happened.

- I resented her that's all.

She was younger, prettier.

And the only two people in the world

I really care about adored her.

And that hurt me more than anything.

- Jeffers has been married three times

and Melanie was his third,
they were married nine years.

But people are saying that
Melanie's in a relationship

that he's not happy about.

- And who is the unwelcome suitor?

- Clinton Finn.

- So, Emily Harte had at least one enemy.

That makes Melanie Jeffers a suspect?

Who did she intend to kill
Emily Harte or George Jeffers?

♪ My beautiful Daisy Bell ♪

♪ You'll take the lead
in each trip we take ♪

♪ Then if I don't do well, don't do well ♪

♪ I will permit you to use the brake ♪

♪ My beautiful Daisy Bell, Daisy Bell ♪

♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer do ♪

♪ I'm half crazy ♪

♪ All for the love of you, love of you ♪

♪ It won't be a stylish marriage ♪

♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪

♪ But you'll look sweet upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle made for two ♪

- It's coming along,
but it's a celebration,

do remember joy is what I
want for the Pilgrims' Ride.

(speaks in foreign language)

"O sing to the Lord with
the voice of melody."

Right that's it, see you later.

Well, done everybody, thanks.

What do you think?

- A triumph, of course, Norman.

- I'm sorry, you're not in the mood.

Not much in the mood myself.

- I still can't believe she's dead.

- I think there are several
things you can't believe

and really should.

I've told Chief Inspector Barnaby.

The man's no fool, he can see it.

It seems you won't see it at all.

- If someone really was trying
to kill me, don't you see?

I'm responsible for Emily's death.

How do I live with that?

- Not by pretending it didn't happen.

- So this wonderful
building will not only bring

the finest minds to our
university from across the globe,

it will also bring
benefits outside our walls.

New industries, new jobs.

Wherever there is excellence
is where the technology

of the 21st century will base itself.

So I think we could take questions now?

- [Finn] Yeah, why not.

- [Jonathan] Yes madam.

- Does anyone really give all that money

for nothing, Mr. Finn?

- Yes, someone does, we do.

(laughing)

- The money for this
project is coming from

Soft Earth's new Air
Traffic Control System,

which is based on the
Kernel Logic technology

invented by Doctor Jeffers, right?

- A good example of new technology

emerging from theoretical science.

- So why isn't Doctor Jeffers here

to tell us all about it today?

- Well, if you've read
any of George's work

you'll know that he's
left mainstream science.

Where his ideas are taking
him no one really knows,

but it's a long way from
air traffic control systems.

- But--

- Yes, well I think it's time for us all

to have a closer look at
this extraordinary building.

- [Jonathan] Yes, please gather around.

- [Master] Thank you very much.

- Doesn't look like a
Bucketman job, does it?

- You're the expert then.

- And you.

Paint but no glue, see?

- [Jones] Yep.

- That the colour of the
car that killed Emily?

- Yeah.

Any ideas?

- I could give it some thought.

There's not many cars
round here I don't know.

- No keep the card.

Let me know if you come up with anything.

- [Journalist] How do you
feel about this project?

- I'm excited by the intellectual stimulus

a department of theoretical science

can bring to this University.

We'll make this the Liverpool
or Manchester United

of scientific experimentation.

Of course you can't do that without money.

- Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby?

- Yeah.

- Ursula Carroll, Causton Advertiser.

- Ah, yes, we've met before haven't we?

- You're investigating
the fatal hit and run

in Aspern Tallow, I believe?

I just wondered why you should turn up

at this press conference?

- I need to talk to a lot of people

and I find them where they are.

- Is Mr. Finn one of those people?

- Look, whoever was in
or around Aspern Tallow

on the night Emily Harte was
killed is one of those people,

and there are a lot of people.

- Waiting to talk to me I guess.

- Yes, indeed I am sir.

- About speeding, the Bucketman,

or the Centre for Theoretical Science?

- No, it's about the
death of Emily Harte, sir.

- Not making any connection there.

- Excuse me, but if you'd
like to use my room, Clinton?

It's this way.
- Thank you.

- George has his glitch
catastrophe theory.

Like any conspiracy theory
no objective truth is needed.

Any disagreement proves the conspiracy

to keep it from the public.

- Are you embarrassed at all sir

about George Jeffers not being
at your press conference?

- Well, I wish he hadn't abandoned

serious technology to boo and hiss

but who should be more
embarrassed, him or me?

- I believe that Emily Harte
was the unintended victim

of an attempt on Dr. Jeffers' life.

And he has enemies as you will know sir.

- George is trying to wreck
something we worked on together.

Am I hacked off?

You bet.

Am I out there to kill him?

No.

- You tell me where you were on the night

Emily Harte was killed please?

- I'll need a little discretion here,

there's a woman involved.

- And she is?

- My product manager, Helen Markham.

- Not Mrs. Jeffers?

- Do you deal in the facts,
or just the fancy footwork?

- Look I really didn't feel
like I needed to waste my time

reporting another Bucketman incident.

You've done nothing in the past

and your certainly not gonna do any more

in the middle of a murder investigation.

- Someone threw a bucket
of paint over your car,

they ran off, and you just
shrugged your shoulders

and drove home?

- Well, it did cause me
to crash into a gate post.

But yes, I cleaned the
windscreen as best I could

and I drove on.

- Well, you didn't
mention that to Mr. Snape

when you took the car in.

- Because I went to get my car repaired,

I didn't want a gathering
of village idiots

to dance around it and cheer.

- And you didn't think
you'd report it to us?

- No, because I've done nothing wrong.

Listen I'm sorry about Emily
Harte's death, truly, I am,

but I had nothing
whatsoever to do with it.

- You've had arguments yourself

with Doctor Jeffers, haven't you?

- Yes.

- Heated arguments.

- If you're going to jump to
the conclusion that everyone

who's had an argument with
George Jeffers is a murderer,

you're in for a very long haul.

- Answers, please sir, not opinions.

- I was here, working.

It was late by the time
I finished, I slept here.

- Anyone confirm that?

- Well, I ate in the Senior Common Room.

The college servants will tell you

that I came back here at about nine.

I saw no one else.

- And no one saw you?

- I'm afraid not.

- We need money, a great deal of money.

It's tedious, but we don't
need to sell our souls,

or to kill for it.

I hope we're a little more
sophisticated than that.

- Well, somebody isn't sir.

- Perhaps you should look
at George's personal life.

There's been a string of
disgruntled wives and mistresses.

And I've always thought

those are just the ones we know about.

(bell rings)
(speaks in foreign language)

- "Hear me when I call!"

- Well, I'll bear that in mind, sir.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Hey, I'm cooking
risotto, your favourite.

- I'm going out.

- Tom, I can't undo what
I've said, I'm sorry.

Can we start again?

You know I'm not such an awful person.

- I've got things to do, mom.

- Mr. Snape.

- Your wife will do well on that.

They've all got fancy bikes now.

All paint and no pedals most of 'em.

- Oh, that's great, thank you.

I could have called in
myself and picked it up.

- I had to be in Causton.

And I'm hoping you've got
something better to do

than collect bicycles.

- Oh yes, yes we have.

- I'm drawing up a list of
green cars for Sergeant Jones.

- Oh, that's much appreciated.

- As long as he told you.

Some people have doubts
as to which side he's on

when it comes to the Soft Earth mob.

- Well, I'd be happy to set them straight.

- Now, Mr. Snape, how much do I owe you?

- Don't matter, it wasn't a big job.

- No, no you've got to take something,

all kinds of accusations come our way.

Here 20 quid, that's yours.

- Okay.
- And thank you.

Joycey!
- Ooo!

- A university cannot be fettered

by the financial consequences
of telling the truth, never.

- Your argument with Clinton Finn

is that there's a risk involved

in the air traffic control
system he's developing.

- Mm-hmm.

- But he thinks you're wrong,

but no one's trying to stop you

saying what you think, are they?

- My dear, everyone's trying to stop me.

If I wasn't a Fellow at St. Frideswide's,

and therefore unsackable,

do you really think they'd
let me through the gates?

- Isn't that just a bit paranoid?

- He's always been paranoid.

You be careful printing
anything George says,

unless it's about bikes!

- I'm giving an interview here!

- It's supposed to be your round,

so we'll shut up if you pay up.

- Put it on the slate then!

(laughing)

Now, let me show you what I've been doing.

I've got webcams

inside and outside the house.

- [Snape] What's that light?

Something's moving.

- There's someone in there.

- This is better than the telly!

- [Edward] You are being burgled, George.

You better call the police.

- I'm looking at him and
he doesn't even know it!

No, no, no, I'm not having that.

(upbeat music)

Come on where are you?

I've already seen you.

(screams in pain)

- Oh, no, no, no, you
can't report any of this.

- But the crime news
needn't be a big deal.

I know you don't like too much
plastered in the local rag.

- But?

- Well, if I'm honest, I've got a sniff

of something I could do in a National.

- Have you?
- Big business and science?

- Ah, so you're seeing this as
a career opportunity are you?

- Well, when the crime's all solved,

you'll have loads of information
that might be useful to me.

- All right, all right,
Miss Carroll, maybe

but as of now you are a witness,

and you do know what
that means, don't you?

- Yes.
- Yes.

So goodbye, Miss Carroll.

Dr. Jeffers' not here?

- [Jones] He's at the college.

- Got his camera stuff?

- Dark figure in a dark
room, wearing a ski mask.

Jeffers turns the hall light on,

but the burglar's not identifiable.

- Hmm, let's see.

- [Jones] Looks like the Bucketman,

which doesn't make any sense.

- But there was a Bucketman
attack wasn't there,

the previous night?
- On Helen Markham.

Paint but no glue.

Might be a copycat and that's all we need.

- And that car was clear?
- Yeah.

But, we do have a result on
what we got from Jeffers' bike.

- Oh, excellent.

- And I've got a list of possible cars

in the area from Dan Snape.

- [Barnaby] Any match?

- Well, from the year of manufacture

could be a C-type Jaguar.

Clinton Finn's got one in his collection.

- Any news on George yet?

- Apparently it was just
a knock to the head.

I spoke to Jonathan Canning just now

and George was in the Senior
Common Room for breakfast.

Still arguing.

- That's good, that's good.

- Oh by the way, Helen
I hope it's all right

that I spent yesterday
evening with you till late.

- I don't have a problem
with that, Clinton,

but you do know everything
comes with a price.

- And that is?

- Well, maybe you should
decide who you're screwing,

me or Melanie Jeffers?

Because both of us really
isn't on the menu anymore.

- In binary systems the Glitch
is a moment of indecision,

but how can indecision have anything to do

with the creation of life?

We know life exists,

though as I look around
this theatre, I wonder.

(students laugh)

But life exists, evolution exists.

Yet classic Darwinism,

infinitely slow alteration over millennia,

had to start somewhere at a
time when there was no life,

did a binary action waver?

Did life itself emerge from
a moment of indecision?

Maybe life was created by mistake,

and again as I look around this room...

- I wonder!

- But let me get you up to date!

Why have I got this bump on the head?

It may surprise you to learn

that it's probably because of the Glitch.

That there are people in business

and even at this university

who are extremely
uncomfortable with my theories.

Particularly when it comes to aircraft

dropping out of the sky because of it.

There are those who claim that Jeffers

has a Galileo complex!

But it isn't the
Inquisition who are trying

to keep me quiet--
(students scream)

- [Reception Tanoy] Telephone
call for Miss Markham,

Miss Markham to the telephone please.

- Look but don't touch.

- [Jones] The door was open.

- I think you mean the door wasn't locked.

Usual procedure is to wait
until someone invites you in.

- Well, I did ask Ms. Markham if--

- To let me know you were here.

Hope you've found what you're looking for.

- Has it been repaired or
body work re-sprayed recently?

- Original Le Mans winning livery.

- I need to take a paint sample.

- A scratch'll cost you.

I will sue.

- See what I'm up against.

- About last night sir.

I'm very impressed by your webcam system,

but not by your response.

You should have called the police.

- Ah, if someone was trying to kill me,

I gave them a good opportunity.

But I'm not dead.
- No, thankfully.

Now, who do you think it was?

Think it was the same person as last time?

Tell me, who do you think it was?

- I had an idea, I was wrong.

So there's nothing to tell.

- I'm very confident that it wasn't Tom

bashed you over the head last night,

but did you believe
that the first intruder

was your son Tom?

- You were right from the
start, I do have enemies.

What I can't accept is how
far some of them will go.

- Fine, let's talk about your enemies.

Start with the college, shall we?

What about Dr. Canning?

- Jonathan!
(a knock on the door)

(laughs)
No, no.

Come in!

- George, thank God you're all right.

I'm sorry I'm interrupting Mr. Barnaby.

What did you think you were doing

walking in on a burglar like that?

- Well, apparently what doesn't
kill you makes you stronger.

And we've got the
Pilgrims' Ride to sort out,

with not much help from the college.

Well, that's why I'm here,

to see the Bursar about the catering

but he hasn't been very
helpful I'm afraid.

- Well, you'll have to talk to the Master

and remind the Master
that the domestic staff

quite like the ride, it's a
day out for their families.

And give Jonathan a kick up
the backside while you're here.

Unless, of course, you think
it'll jeopardise his election?

Our Master is retiring, Barnaby

and Ned's son is in line to succeed.

It's time they all grew up.

We can all get on with our lives

as long as everyone
realises one way or another

I am going to stop Clinton
Finn from manufacturing

a disaster on the back of my discoveries.

Like everything important,
it's very simple.

- Soon as you get this ring me, George.

It's about the car that
killed Emily, it's the green.

I can't believe it, but I
can't get it out of my head.

I have to talk to you
before I go to the police.

(a slight noise occurs)

(screams in pain)

(upbeat music)

- Okay.

The ramp probably killed him,

but I'd say he was unconscious
before he was put under it.

- [Barnaby] Someone put him under?

- [Bullard] There's a blow to the head

that's nothing to do with the ramp.

- It's another murder.

And I think it's connected
to Emily Harte's, somehow.

- Well, one thing's for sure.

No one would mistake
Snape for George Jeffers.

- [Answering Machine]
You have one message.

- [Snape] Soon as you
get this ring me, George.

It's about the car that
killed Emily, it's the green.

I can't believe it, but I
can't get it out of my head.

I have to talk to you
before I go to the police.

- I didn't check it till this morning.

- What did he want us to know?

- He was talking to me
about his list of cars.

- You said he was still thinking.

Sounds to me like he'd had a new thought.

Can you see if Georgey
Bullard's still at the garage.

Ask if there's any trace,
any you know bit of paper,

anything written on the
wall, by the phone, anything.

Dr. Jeffers, our people have enhanced

the material on your webcams.

If you could put that
on your computer please

maybe we can pick up on something

that could identify your intruder?

- Actually I know who it was.

I've been thinking.

- And who did you think, Clinton Finn?

(car engine roars)

- He's written something in
the palm of his hand, Tom.

- Escort 63.

And is that all?

No thank you, thank you very much, George.

- There were no Escorts in 1963!

(phone rings)

- Mr. Clinton Finn.

Two nights ago someone broke
into Dr. Jeffers' house.

When Dr. Jeffers returned to his house

the intruder was still there,
and Dr. Jeffers was injured.

- I know all that.

- Yes, I know you know all that Mr. Finn.

That's why you asked Helen Markham

to give you a false alibi, isn't it?

- Well, seemed like a
good idea at the time.

- I believe, sir, that
the intruder was you.

- Now, given that we have
two homicides which I believe

are connected with your
attempt on Dr. Jeffers' life,

will you consider very
carefully what you're gonna say.

- The article you were so anxious
Jeffers shouldn't publish.

The only way you could get hold of this

was from his computer.

- I needed to know exactly
what he intended to say.

I had to try and bury him
as a serious scientist.

- Didn't you get the information

the first time you broke in then?

- We used to share information freely,

but George has gone encryption mad

I had to try and hack in again.

He wouldn't have got hurt
if he hadn't come home.

But I didn't kill him.

If I'd tried to kill him, he'd be dead!

- You're under arrest.

- It's perfect.

I think I'm gonna be able to
do the whole ride, you know.

- Don't you be too ambitious Joyce.

- Just 'cause you couldn't do it, dad.

- Well here, I'll hold my
hand up, no I couldn't.

- [Cully] You are gonna be there?

- Well, I've got to be there police work

but yes I shall be there.

- Don't be so negative!

Mom might just surprise you.

- You were right to take it to an expert.

It's running better now
than it was when it was new.

♪ You'll take the lead
in each trip we take ♪

♪ Then if I don't do well ♪

♪ I will permit you to use the brake ♪

♪ My beautiful Daisy Bell, my Daisy Bell ♪

♪ Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do ♪

♪ I'm half crazy, all
for the love of you ♪

♪ Love of you ♪

♪ It won't be a stylish marriage ♪

♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪

♪ But you'll look sweet upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle made for two ♪

(crowd cheers and applauds)

- Good luck, I'll be thinking of you.

- There's no excuse for you next year.

- Maybe you and mom could get a tandem!

- No.
- On your bike!

(laughing)

- Ladies and gentlemen, before we set out,

I'd like to dedicate today's
ride to two dear friends,

who travelled the Pilgrims'
Road with me many times

but who will travel it no more.

This is for Dan Snape and Emily...

Emily Harte.

The Pilgrims' Ride!

Let's go!
(crowd cheers and applauds)

You gonna wish us luck Jonathan?

- You've put an innocent man in jail.

You may well have scuppered

safe air travel across the world.

You may well turn this university

into a third-rate institution.

- Jonathan, not now, not today.

- I know Clinton's become desperate

but I am still struggling with the idea

that he tried to kill me.

- Surely it can come as no great
surprise that somebody did?

- Jonathan, please, enough.

- I thought you really
cared about this place, dad.

Not any more.

- Dr. Jeffers, still
don't want you to do this.

There is someone out there--

- Well, whoever it is Barnaby

he's gonna have to catch me first.

- I want you to realise
how dangerous this is.

- I appreciate your concern,

but this is just a bike ride.

Come on, Ned.

♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer do ♪

♪ I'm half crazy ♪

- Keep him in sight,
especially up on the ridgeway.

And if you do lose him, shout.

♪ A stylish marriage ♪

♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪

♪ But you'll look sweet upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle made for two ♪

- To the right everybody.

- Local sport and recreation,
is it today Miss Carroll?

- It is a local paper.

I imagine D.S. Jones and D.C. Stephens

will stay pretty close to George Jeffers.

- We are taking every precaution.

- Does this mean Clinton
Finn isn't a suspect now?

- He is helping us with our inquiries.

- Oh, you'll see in today's
paper I didn't make a fuss.

Low key.

Page four, with obituaries for
Emily Harte and Daniel Snape.

I dug that one out of the archive.

Daniel Snape was big into
rallying in his younger days.

- Who is that with him?

- He's presenting the Midsomer Rally cup

to Jonathan Canning.

He's only 19 there.

- And that's his father,
isn't it Edward Canning?

- Yes, he was his navigator.

I don't know exactly how
careful they all were

about driving around the country
lanes themselves back then.

- [Bullard] He's written something

in the palm of his hand Tom.

- Can I keep this?
- Yeah, sure.

- Thank you, thank you
very much, Miss Carroll.

(laughs)

- You won't keep that up, Ned!

- What the hell is going on?

- This Escort, was this your car sir?

- You walk into my college,
demand a key to my room.

You have no right!
- Is this your car, sir?

- It was 25 years ago.

- 63 wasn't the year.

Snape was remembering the
numbers on the number plate.

- Ah, well you've lost me there.

- Where's the car now sir?

- Well, I lost interest in
rallying a long time ago.

Dad scrapped the car shortly
after that photo was taken.

- Our Master is retiring, Barnaby.

Ned's son is in line to succeed.

- Water?

Water?

Water anyone?
- No, thank you.

- Water?

- Yes, please.

Thank you.

- Well, done keep moving.

- Thank you.

- Water, water?

- Water?

- How come he's so fit?

- It's called exercise, Serg.

(car engine roars)

(cyclists shouting)

- [Man] Hey, be careful!

(cyclists shouting)

(cyclists shouting)

- What the!

That's the Escort!

- [Man] Move it on.

- I tried to phone you there's
no signal, where's Jeffers?

- He's a few seconds in front of us.

- Well, he's not there now.

Where's Canning?

He's our man, this is the
Escort that Snape knew.

- Well, they can't have just vanished.

- He must've gone off the track somewhere.

Now you two, ride back.

See if there's any way
off this track, all right?

Go on!

- I've got it, down here, sir!

(car honks loudly)

- Catch him!

- Come on now, come here!

No.

(crowd cheering)

- No, I'll be fine, go on Tom.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- That's why George Jeffers came in first

every Pilgrims' Ride, took
a short cut, didn't he?

Now there's a lesson there.

- Are you going now sir?

- No, no I'm not.

You take Canning in.

I don't know if and when Joyce and Cully

are gonna finish, but
I've gotta see them do it.

- [Man] Come on, there they are.

- Yes!

- I finished, I finished!

- Well done, well done both of you.

- What do you say to that dad?

- Well I never doubted her for a moment.

- What's happened, Chief Inspector?

- My wife and my daughter
have just completed

the Pilgrims' Ride.

- You arrested someone?

- Miss Carroll you come and
see me tomorrow morning.

Hey, you know, listen,
the Causton Advertiser's

gonna need a picture, isn't it?

So what about a shot of
Cully and Joyce Barnaby.

That would make a pretty good
front page, wouldn't it, yeah?

Cully, Joyce, Causton Advertiser.

- I didn't think anyone
would remember the car.

Daniel did.

He remembered the colour.

Now, I know that he
believed me when I told him

it had been broken up, but for how long?

You see he could still
have said something to you.

Why couldn't he leave it alone?

Even Jonathan thought the
car had gone to the breakers.

Those years, when he
drove, I was his navigator.

We were still close then,
we're not close anymore

because he's in a different
world and I don't belong in it.

But he does.

- But wasn't it your college too?

- I was Head Porter, a college servant.

It's nothing.

I never dreamed that
my son would be Master.

I couldn't let George take
that away and he wouldn't stop.

You know he wouldn't stop.

I knew he wouldn't stop
until he'd, he ruined it all.

I had to do it for my son.

I didn't know it was Emily.

How could I?

I thought it was him.

I watched him coming out
the house, I followed him.

I didn't know.

- But you knew it was Daniel Snape.

- Yeah, well it was too late.

(snape screams in pain)

I had no choice.

- Why didn't Snape just tell us?

- He didn't want to till
he'd talked to Jeffers.

Wanted to be sure.

- And he didn't entirely trust us.

- Yes, no that didn't help.

- Anyway, it's over, even the Bucketman.

- Ah, afraid not, that was
just to put us off the scent.

Your Bucketman friend's still out there.

- Ah, Barnaby.

We have a confession to make.

- Right glue.

Right paint.

- I knew he'd guessed.

I thought it was him
breaking into the house

to find out for sure, it wasn't.

- But you took over from
him anyway, didn't you Tom?

Like father, like son.

Thought the attack on Helen Markham's car

wasn't quite the Bucketman's style.

- So what are we going to do Barnaby?

- Well I don't know, but we
have a problem, don't we?

Because when two almost but
not quite identical Bucketmen

appear at almost but
not quite the same time,

fibrillation can and does occur

in the police investigative systems.

We have a glitch Dr. Jeffers,
we can't have that, can we?

So why don't we,

put all this back in the bag

and

close it.

- Thank you.

- Ah, the Bucketmen!

It doesn't suit you anymore
than it suited me, George.

- No (laughs).

A taste of my own medicine.

- So you're not pressing charges?

- I don't think so.

- So how do we iron out this glitch

in the Air Traffic Control System?

I'll give you a year?

- It's ridiculous you
still have no concept

of how a scientist works!

- Okay, two, tops.

Ah, hell, let me buy you a drink.

- I'm not gonna leave it out in the rain.

- No, no, no, right, right.

- Well, we can't get the door shut.

You're going to have to throw
out some more of this junk.

- Well, why don't we start with this?

- Don't be provocative, Tom.

A time will come when this
has to go back on the bike.

And it's nothing Cully said, but

I have a feeling that it won't be long.

- Ah well, dream things true.

- Yeah.

- C'mon, we'll drink to that.

(upbeat music)