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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

I've been working all day. That's a big one. All day. All day. That's how I work

the next three weeks.

Oh, you!

Move it!

There's a five -minute break and that's all you take for a cup of cold coffee

and a piece of cake.

Say, coffee?

Something stronger?

No, thank you. This isn't a social call.

What's the problem?

In the time you've had the licence to operate this quarry, Briggs, my

have fallen steadily, and I'd like to know why.

You know why.

There's no good extracting stone that I can't sell.

Then how come neighbouring quarries can sell that?

Very funny. Whose idea was that?

I don't know. Wasn't there when I left.

Oh, get it down, Gina.

Sure they meant well off. Get it down now.

Hi, Jenny.

Was that Huster?

Yeah. He's in a right mood. He must have travelled back on his own steam.

Oh, I wanted a word.

Maybe I should try later. No, no, come inside.

I'm sure he'll behave himself with you.

Come on.

I've just had a call from Division about special duties on Saturday the 7th.

Nobody doing anything that day, I hope?

Next Saturday?

Oh, I was planning on going to my auntie's in Ripon with me.

With Alf?

You're a friend of Bellamy's auntie, are you, Ventress?

Oh. I'd say so, Sarge.

Well, Division have authorised double time in this instance.

Maybe Auntie could wait another week.

She'd be disappointed.

Naturally.

I'll talk to her.

Fine, because we have a VIP arriving by train en route to Filingdale's warning

station. What sort of VIP, Sarge?

Defence Minister.

We'll be responsible for seeing him off the train and escorting his car to

Filingdale's and back.

Ah, the wanderer returns.

What can we do for you then, Oscar?

Well, don't you know?

Know what?

I'm answering to bail, Sergeant.

You should have had some paperwork from Benidorm.

You'd better come through.

So how was it, Oscar?

Apart from the arrest, I mean.

Hot.

I'll tell you one thing.

The Spanish police may be cat -handed, but you lot...

I've got nothing to be proud of.

Nay, Oscar, I only asked.

I've just had another complaint about Briggs quarry trucks.

They're making lives a misery for people in Aidensfield, and nobody round here

seems to be listening. Well, Councillor, we'll have to look into that.

Won't we, Bradley?

Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes.

So...

You invited the supposed divorcee to your room for a drink.

Well, she more or less invited herself.

And when she thought I wasn't watching, she slipped something into my glass.

Something? Powder.

I said nothing, managed to dispose of the drink, and I pretended to drop off.

When she thought I was asleep, she goes to the door, let this bloke in. Her

husband? Hmm.

And just as they're helping themselves to my valuables, I come too. He does a

runner, jumps over the balcony.

Lucky for him, it's a short drop.

So why were you arrested?

Well, he breaks his arm in the fall. Next thing I know, I'm being charged

assault.

He says he came to my room to find his wife, and that I beat him up. Which the

wife corroborated.

Yeah. Now that little torag is claiming compensation.

What's up?

Spot checks.

Tyres, lights and so on. Can I have a look at your licence, please, sir?

What's going on?

We've had complaints, Mr Copley.

About speeding.

Unsafe loads.

Is this meant to be secured?

Yeah, one side of the tailgate was loose. The other was buckled and

fastened. We'll see that's repaired straight away.

Won't we, Mal?

It's drummed into drivers. It's their job to see that their loads are safe.

Yeah, so all right, Mal.

We'll see it sorted out in due course.

If it's all right with you, boss, I'll sort it out now.

Put it over!

Open the back door!

Open it!

Right, you! Get your cars!

You what? I've warned you often enough to get your cars and get out!

Oh, we'll see about that.

You're not going to be driving one of our lorries again?

Why is that, then? I've sacked him.

Come in.

Good afternoon, Doctor.

Ah, Vicar.

A problem?

Yes, Doctor.

I hope you can help.

Well, that's what I'm here for. Good.

It's the church restoration fund, you see.

How? There's a shortfall.

Really? But it was due a huge boost from Mr Jack Randall, the wealthy hotelier.

I take it you're not here to tap my medical knowledge, Vicar?

Correct.

I've come to enlist your services as a bell ringer.

What? You're not unfamiliar with the craft, I understand.

Oh, no, no, no, but that was some time ago.

No matter, this is a crisis.

Mr and Mrs Randall were married in Aidensfield Church with all bells

Now they want the same for their daughter's wedding.

And he's donating a large check to make sure that it happens.

Yes, but surely you have your regular bell ringers. Well, that's just it. I

haven't. Two of them have gone down sick, another's on holiday, and one of

them's broken his leg.

Ah. It was a tragic incident that brought you to Aidensfield, Doctor, but

discern a purpose.

Purpose? The reason you were sent.

What, to ring bells?

To save the fabric of our church.

Surely just one man and a bell isn't going to do the trick on Mr. Randall's

wallet. Have faith, Doctor.

Where you lead, others will follow.

That's for the police to take her.

Just listen.

Who is this?

Check the explosives, Doc. At High Rig Quarry.

Perhaps you could give me your name?

Check the records.

I'm glad you're back from your holidays.

Er, yes, that's right, my lord. Everything goes swimmingly?

No, not exactly.

Good, good.

Now, I've got a problem concerning High Rig Quarry. I think you probably know

the operator.

Well, you could say that, my lord. Mr Briggs is not the most, er, considerate

neighbours. Quite.

However, the nuisance to your constituents should be decreasing.

How's that, my lord?

Briggs reckons to be extracting 20 % less stone now than he was three years

That surprises me.

Me too, Blaketon, me too.

Which is why I've called you in.

A man's voice, was it?

Yes, Sarge.

Do we know what quantity of explosive they keep at High Red Quarry? Not

no. Mike checks the explosive store on a quarterly basis, but only to see if

it's secure.

Right.

Make me point. Good enough?

Er, no.

21. Hang on.

8, 9, 7, 3.

That's 27.

You're joking.

Well, who's won then? I have.

But again... Did the trick, did he? Not an ache or a twinge since.

I said, if Dr. Olway ever needs a favour, he's only got to come here.

Really? Well, there's a coincidence.

So who has a key to the explosives?

Me and Mal. What's it about?

I don't understand it.

Something missing, Mal?

Yeah. What?

I'll give you a list.

I realise I'll have to report this to the relevant authorities.

Do them worry about a few bookkeeping errors.

Is that what these are, Mr Hutton?

Bookkeeping errors?

Not on my watch.

Step outside, would you, Mel?

He's made a cockle.

All right, I'll get shut a bit.

Is that enough blood on the carpet for you?

Do we leave this? We can't.

This wasn't a bookkeeping error, it was a worrying amount of explosives on the

loose. Well then, I need to find the man who made that phone call and get Ben

Trister on some checks and all the way.

Ah, there he is.

Nice water.

Another spot check.

No, no, no point.

I assure you, Penrose, is it paid for?

None of your business.

What's up?

Somebody called the station but didn't leave a name.

Gave us information about High Rig Quarry. Was it you?

No. Well, we think it's somebody with a grudge.

Against the quarry and Mal Hutton in particular.

And why would that be me?

Well, he sacked you, didn't he?

Who told you that?

Mal Hutton.

You don't want to believe what he says.

Are you still working there?

Couldn't do without me, could they?

Anyway, I'm off inside.

Keep your hands off that coachwork.

Right.

Recognise the voice?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Now, first of all, I've got to choose which bell. Vernon, you go to that one.

Well, this is a daft idea. No, no, be patient. We'll do it step by step.

will you take that one there? And, Bernie, Bernie, come on. Go and grab

there, and I'll take this one.

Now, stand by your ropes, and I want you, first of all, before you do

else, undo the knots on your ropes and drop the rope right down to the ground.

All right? And don't do anything else. Now, all of you spread one hand right

like that and put...

The thumb to your nose. Now, that's the distance.

That's right. David, come on. Come on.

OK?

Now, the next thing is grab the rope and try to feel the weight of the bell on

the rope. No, no, no. Don't pull yet, David.

What do you feel?

Well, a furry bit.

Now, that's called the sally.

Can you feel the tension, Vernon?

I'm sweating cubs and I've not made a sound.

I thought you said you'd rung a bell before.

Yeah, but it was outside a fish bar in Filey.

Bernie, can you feel it?

Yes, Doctor.

In fact, I think I'm going to have to pay a visit.

What? Oh, for pity's sake, Bernard.

It's a cold stone, Vernon. It does it for me every time.

All right, go on then. Hurry up.

Has it come through the op?

Looks like it.

So... That's technically spring on the carpet at a road test.

Don't push it.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather go out?

Positive. That was great.

You seem a bit preoccupied.

What's going on?

Oh, nothing.

Is this something to do with the VIPs visit?

Yes, sort of.

I thought you were quite relaxed about that.

Well, I was, but now some explosives seem to have gone missing from High Rig

Quarry. And you think we might be connected?

That's highly unlikely, but when it comes to security, you've got to think

worst.

The weight of the bell carries the tally upwards and then holding on to the tail

end of the rope, remember, you pull down to put the bell into the backstroke.

Now I'm going to do it. Watch.

Now I catch the sally until I can feel the belly top right position where I can

hold it in balance.

There.

What happens if I let go of the rope?

You don't need to know that, David, because it's not going to happen.

Right now, let's see if you can all ring your own bells, shall we?

Vernon.

Vernon.

Vernon, Bernie.

Oh, well done, Bernie. That's not bad. David.

No, don't look up. Don't look up.

Good, good.

Vernon, you're all right. Just keep going.

David, watch it.

Steady, steady.

Nobody joining you tonight?

No.

Gina's been telling me you've had some bad news.

No. The sack.

The price of loyalty, eh?

Yeah, well, I'm sorry.

I gave Briggs 110%, and I haven't even had the benefit of the doubt.

Here's another one.

Typical of you, David.

Nobody told us it was going to be dangerous.

Who's the usual Willie, Gina?

What happened to you?

Oh, it was a bell ringing.

I didn't know it was a contract sport.

Oh, I'll let go of the rope and it might blow up and hit me in the face.

It whipped round that church like a tentacle in that Monsters from the Deep

film. Could have decapitated all of us.

Well, you made a right racket between you.

Oh, thanks very much.

That wasn't a compliment.

Well, give us a chance, Jean. We've only just started.

Hey, you know what I'd like to learn next?

What?

Bagpipes.

That's all we need.

Don't worry, Gina. Five minutes with bagpipes, he'd strangle himself.

A police check?

Well, it seems they found errors in the explosives records.

Interesting.

What else have you got?

Well, I've been keeping a tally of the trucks going over the weighbridge, but I

don't think they've all been logged.

I'd like to meet them. Okay, I'm... Briggs' official records. Yes, I asked

to open his books not long ago, so if I ask him again, he'll know he's under

suspicion.

Leave it to me, my lord.

How do you propose to do it?

I think it's best you don't know.

We'll be meeting our VIP off the Newcastle Bone train at 12 .20 on

I'll drive a marked car ahead of his to Filingdale's, then with an unmarked one

behind him.

You two will have two hours to kill before we escort him back again to catch

2 .15 London train.

Right. How did you go on with your quarry checks and interests?

Well, only minor convictions and no known political affiliations apart from

union membership.

How far back did you go?

Oh, five years.

Dig deeper.

Anyone currently working a high -rig quarry with a conviction, check again.

Nice and private if sunbathing is your cup of tea.

That corner over there is my favourite spot.

Shady and peaceful.

Listen to it. Listen to it.

Don't look up.

That's the stuff. Not too hard. Just pull gently and straight.

Pull through.

Don't look up again.

How can I help you, Chancellor Blackton?

Well, it's your usual roster of complaints, I'm afraid, Mr Briggs. I

the locals complaining when they're pocketing the wages.

Yeah? You want to head away, Briggs?

Back in a moment.

Sorry about that.

You know, I thought we were very good.

I felt a bit of confidence creeping in, Doctor.

Really? When do you think we'll be knocking out a tune instead of each

Oh, just a simple round.

Evenly repeated.

But ambitious enough, thank you, Bernard.

I give tune now.

I'm sorry, Mr... Tadwell, I live over there, and your bell ringing has just

me the tail of my house.

Well, I don't really see how.

Then you must be deaf.

There's an agreement between the church and parish council about bell ringing

practice.

One hour once a week is the limit. Yes, quite, quite, but this is something of a

crisis. I assure you, after this weekend, peace will be restored.

You think prospective buyers will believe that?

Now, cut it out!

or there'll be trouble.

You made me jump, Mr. Blaketon. Sorry.

Look, I came to see Mr.

Briggs earlier. I think I've left my hat in his office.

Oh, help yourself, love.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, and I've just done in there, so don't make a mess.

Call down the bomb disposal unit.

We've got to get advice on this.

Any news on Oscar Blitzen? Ah, no, Sarge.

Well, the ambulance man said that he was looking to be in one peak.

What about the cleaner?

She's in my car, Sarge.

I think she's a bit too shocked to talk to us.

You'd better take her home. We'll talk to her tomorrow.

I trust you're insured, Mr Briggs?

Oh, for the building, yes, but not for the paperwork.

I mean, that's gone up in flames.

Can you tell me why Oscar Blaketon was here?

No idea.

We'll need the names of everyone who had access to the site office, Mr. Briggs.

Right. As soon as you can, please.

Thank you.

Well, it wasn't an accident.

That was the bomb disposal unit confirming it was the same sort of

at the quarry and detonated by a clock device.

And have they assessed how much explosive was used? Not as yet. They're

back to me on that.

Practicing me timing.

Just timing is impeccable.

I was having this kid... Please

stop it!

Bells, bells, and more flaming bells.

Yeah, he's got the bells of St. Paul's Cathedral on the B -side.

And... You're going to join in.

A jam session.

The bells of St Paul's Cathedral and you.

Yeah, well, Doctor always said... Never mind what Doctor always said.

What started out as a little favour has ended up with a flaming liberty.

We're neglecting the taxi business, David.

But nobody's phoned.

I know nobody's phoned.

That's because when they find out it's a bell ringing taxi drivers, they hop on

a bus.

Did you see anything suspicious while you were cleaning Briggs' office?

No. To be honest, I wasn't as thorough as usual. I'd got myself behind.

You wouldn't normally have been there at that time.

No, and with rushing, I probably didn't notice.

I did pick these up off the floor.

What with the kerfuffle and everything, I went home with them in my apron

pocket. You found these on Briggs' floor?

Yes.

Any idea whose they might be?

Well... Mal Hutton's a mad Newcastle fan, but he doesn't work there any more.

You had some fun up at Eyrieg yesterday?

Yes. We understand you were there shortly after the explosion.

Yes. Can you tell me why?

Well, I heard the blast.

They were out of hours, so I knew there were trouble.

I see. You were there to help.

Yes. Why?

It's very thoughtful, as soon as you've just been sacked.

I've still got some mates up there.

Do you, um, do you recognise these?

They're the keys to the explosive store.

Your keys?

Used to be my keys.

Did you hand them back when you were dismissed?

Yes. Why?

Could you tell me where you were between four o 'clock and six o 'clock

yesterday afternoon?

I was here.

Can anyone confirm that?

Look, what is this?

We still don't know what's happened to the explosives that have gone missing,

Hutton, so I'm going to have to ask you again.

Can you confirm your whereabouts for yesterday?

Right, what have we got in the hut? Well, he knows the place.

He'd have no problem getting into the offices unseen.

He had access to explosives, and he was at the scene soon after the blast.

What about motive?

Briggs did the dirty on him?

People get the sack all the time, Bradley. They don't blow up the works.

Yes, Ventress? The bomb disposal unit have just called, Sarge. They say that

only part of the missing explosives are used on the office blast.

That's what I was afraid of.

And the name check.

They say there's only five of those at the quarry of any form, and it was only

petty stuff.

Hutton? Well, he was done for a fray whilst he was in his teens.

He hit a policeman at a rally.

Wonderful. Well, he's hardly a rat under the bedside.

But near enough for me.

Gina. I thought I'd pop in and see how Oscar is.

Well, the doctor said you can't see him till later.

He's not having much luck, is he? I know.

And he was so chuffed about getting a job after his holiday fiasco.

What job?

Something for Lord Ashfordly. He didn't say what it was, but I think that's why

he's at the quarry.

Gina, I've got to go.

Look, if you wanted a break, you only had to say, this is not a break.

We've downed ropes.

Why?

This is a sitting in pursuit of a fair deal.

Yes, yes. Well, I appreciate the pay isn't very good, but I mean, this church

the heart of the community.

Isn't it worth a little self -sacrifice?

Self -sacrifice is one thing.

Naked exploitation is something else.

Ferdinand, the doctor isn't even a permanent resident and he's not

No, because he's pulling the smallest bell.

Do you all feel the same, David?

I speak for all of us.

Have you been elected?

All those in favour of David being the spokesman.

All those in favour of Bernard being the spokesman.

All those in favour of Vernon being the spokesman.

Carried with two abstentions.

What gives you the idea Blaketon was working for me?

Well, he didn't go to see Brig.

Not if he did. I'm sure he'd want it kept.

private.

Oscar Blaketon is lucky to be alive, my lord.

The next victim might not be so lucky.

What do you mean?

There's a quantity of explosives unaccounted for.

And since we have the imminent arrival of a cabinet minister to consider, it's

everyone's duty to cooperate.

I see.

Well, if you put it like that, then yes, he probably was working for me. May I

ask why?

I suspect Briggs is defrauding me.

This is in confidence, I assume.

Well, that depends whether it's a factor, my lord.

A factor?

Oscar Blaketon may not have been an accidental victim.

Dr. Alway told me of your grievances. He says it's taken him rather longer than

expected to whip you into shape.

Whip us into shape?

No, no, I think what I said was weld them into a unit, vicar.

Oh, whatever.

I told Mr Randall, our benefactor, that a little more fine -tuning may be

necessary.

If that's an ecclesiastical term for more beer money, carry on.

Better than beer money.

As an incentive, he's offering you all a free week at one of his seaside hotels.

Oh, Pinnock. Sounds very fair to me.

Vernon?

Well, it's a start.

Right, all those not in favour?

Hey, just a minute. All those in favour?

Carried. We've all absentia.

Seems unlikely that Blaketon was the target.

Why not?

We'd better predict him returning to the quarry. True.

Unless he'd arranged to meet somebody.

Were you aware that Oscar Blaketon had the quarry under surveillance for Lord

Ashfordly? No.

But I'm not surprised he'd been complaining about his drop in royalty

I couldn't understand it because we'd been working as hard as ever.

Did you tackle Briggs about it? A number of times.

He just told me to shift some stone, leave the brain work to him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Gonna shoot you right down.

Take you in my arms.

I'm in love with you.

Love that is true.

What's up?

The stuff.

I want rid of it.

When everything's blown over, you can put it back, like we said.

I've changed me mind.

Why? You're joking.

I nearly killed a bloke and this stuff proves it.

Now you sweat on it.

Move it, then.

Come on!

You don't hurry this stuff.

I reckon I'm due another payment, don't you?

Forget it.

If you want to carry on with this, you're going to have to give.

I don't have to give you anything.

I wouldn't say that.

Any time I say the word, you could go down.

And you with me?

That's not a very bright idea.

In any case, now you've destroyed the files.

I've done with you, Copley.

I'm warning you. Save your breath and shut your trap. You nearly killed a

remember? You knocking me out!

Right on, come on.

Drink's all round, Gina.

Doctor's paying.

Have you lot packed up ringing for the night now? Oh, yes.

Well, I can still hear them.

Well, not for much longer, Gina.

Tomorrow's the big day, eh?

Well, I hope it's all going to be worthwhile.

Oh, the vicar thinks so, anyway.

You know, he's asked some stonemasons to copy our faces and stick them on the

church wall so people can remember us. What do they call them?

Gargoyles, David.

Done you worse today, have you, old mate?

Ah, good evening, Mr Tasswell.

Don't good evening me, you bell -ringing buffoon.

Hey, hang on a minute. That's our tower captain you're talking to there.

Oh, I'm not singling him out.

You're all buffoons.

Right. No, no, no, no, Vernon. Mr Tasswell, I'm genuinely sorry if we've

inconvenienced you.

Apologies are not going to bring back my house purchases. Well, no, maybe not.

But remember, these men have been doing this in a good cause for practically

nothing. Isn't that right?

Practically nothing.

A few pounds at most.

And the holiday bonus, David.

What, is Mr Randall sending us to the seaside for free? No, I've been tempted.

We've been to see Lord Ashfordly.

Oh, I see.

You left your hat in order to go back to the quarry, right?

Right.

So come on, tell me what you know.

Well, I've been watching the lorry loads going over the Weybridge just to see if

the official records...

tallied with the amount of stone going out. Did anyone know what you were up

I don't think so.

Why, you're not thinking that device was meant for me, are you? Well, it was on

a timer.

Your return visit couldn't have been predicted, could it?

No.

You're probably the reason it was said.

Oh, somebody's got the wind up.

At first, Mal Hutton seemed to be the only one with a motive.

Anyhow, now the records have gone up in flames, it's going to be almost

impossible to get to the truth.

Never say die.

Just before I went out with a bang, I managed to take some snaps.

You know I'm going to miss all this.

Miss what?

Why, all this.

Being welded into a unit.

I've never been part of a team before.

But I've never been chosen for anything before.

I'm sorry I'm late. I got held up at the surgery.

But I'm glad to see you've all been...

limbering up.

No, well, conserving energy is good too, you know.

Right, men, come on.

Let's stand by our ropes for a last big pull, eh?

There we go.

Okay.

Let's ring the bells.

Trouble's going.

She's gone.

It may be me, but I can't hear the sound.

We've come to report the theft of church property.

Well, you'd best give me some details, then. We've lost our clappers.

Have you now? But what about the theft?

We don't need any jokes, Alf. We've lost the clappers out the church bells.

And what's more, we know who's got them. So get your best man and let's go kick

in his door. No, Vernon.

Well, we'll get someone round after the weekend.

What? Oh, dear, the wedding's today.

Well, we're very stretched today. We've got something on, you see. Right, well,

we'll take matters into our own hands, then. Don't be stupid.

No, no, no, no. Don't worry, Vicar. We've got the big man on our side. Come

Vernon, Vernon, please wait. Now, just... Now, when the Weybridge man

breaks, Briggs makes it his business to take over.

He also does another stint at the end of each day.

So what are you saying? He waves lorries through?

Well, not all the lorries, just one.

Have you got a registration?

Oh, yeah.

This is the one we stopped for a spot check.

It's got a loose tailgate.

Have you got a date and a time?

We've got a date, time and a name. But according to this, the lorry never made

journey at all that morning.

Well, well.

Get out of this one, Mr Briggs.

Briggs knew Blaketon was on to him.

Well, if Copley was the accomplice, what was happening?

A nuisance. He started asking questions.

So they conspired to frame him.

and destroy the records at the same time. That's my guess.

Well, you've proved that Briggs was defrauding Lord Ashfordly, but that

help us find the missing explosives.

Go and lean on Copley. Right.

But watch the time. I want you at the train station as planned.

We are only here to talk to him. Of course.

With one foot on his throat while we're doing it. No, nothing like that, I beg

you. Now, listen, Vicar, if you were going to be lily -livered about it, you

should have kept out like Dr. Alway.

Neville Chamberlain didn't do any good by appeasement. Yes, but remember what

Churchill said.

Door, door is better than to war, war.

What do you want?

You know what we want.

Yes, I do.

And I've got them right here.

What do you want on busy?

Come to ask you about the day we stopped you on Lorry.

Seems the wave bridge didn't log you out that morning. Did Briggs wave you

through? Ask him. I don't work there no more.

He's finished with you, has he?

I'm saying nout.

It's in your interest to talk, Mr Copley.

Yeah?

Hang myself or Briggs gets off scot -free. It's not going to happen.

Pull the other.

The records went up in smoke, didn't they?

Not before Oscar Blakes had managed to collect enough evidence to hang the both

of you.

Did you take the explosives?

Come on, you're in deep trouble, Copley.

Do yourself a favour.

Hutton was getting nosy.

It was just a way of getting rid of him.

And did you set the device?

Yeah.

But it were Briggs' idea to torch the records and frame Hutton.

Where are the explosives now?

Last time I saw them, they were in the boot of Briggs' car.

Disastrous.

Absolute disaster.

Aye, Vicar.

Well, that's our holiday on the coast gone for a burden.

You never appreciate a clapper till it's gone.

Ollie, it's just all that rehearsal.

Well, I thought of nothing else. It's just sort of like, you know, bells,

and more bells.

David!

You've just given me a brilliant idea.

No, he's not there.

Don't tell me he's in Newcastle.

Somebody on the same train as the Defence Minister.

You're cutting it, mate.

We got delayed with Copley. He told us the missing explosives were in the boot

of Briggs' car.

Some of it was gel -ignited in an unstable state.

So where's Briggs now?

Well, he's due to catch the 1220 to Newcastle. From here?

So what are we looking for? The green Alfa Romeo.

Well,

I'm sorry. I can't imagine what all the purists are going to say about this.

Purists be hanged. It's only Jack Rumble we've got to satisfy.

It's called his name.

And his name.

Did the hurricane.

Pack him up.

Any sign? It's up on the platform or in the waiting room.

No, no, Sarge. Maybe he's changed his plan.

Sarge, he's here.

Wait, you two, after him.

And keep him away from here.

Okay.

It's our bridge if we catch him. At least he's hanging out some time.

They'll be leaving.

Let's give it a slip.

It's a fine English tradition.

They're lovely, yes. Wonderful.

So uplifting.

Do come in. Thank you.

Where is it, Briggs?

Hatcher! Where's what?

What were you doing in the barn?

Call of nature.

Don't play games, Briggs. Come on.

Where's the explosives?

What explosives?

Briggs, stop messing us around.

I swear I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't care what state he's in.

I'll cut him.

You may now kiss the bride.

Okay, David, move it. We're on.

What?

Listen, you great dumb lomach.

Oh, Vicar, really, I'm very, very sorry. No need to apologise.

How did you know this was their song?