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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?