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Vile animal!

Due to your greed and foolishness, Laszlo has regained possession of his

priceless bracelet.

I should punish you by dispatching you to eternal misery at once.

Vile,

pathetic dog.

We must once more journey into the Delta time track on the heels of this

platoon. And I warn you, any disloyalty this time will be harshly dealt with.

Is this the evil one?

Indeed, it is a moor, a heathen.

Well caught, lads.

My lord, this is not the imp I saw.

No, it's not me.

What? Of course this is he.

It was reliably reported to me that Fariner and a fiend such as this one

the great fire which now threatens the whole city of London. No, it wasn't me.

The people seek vengeance.

You and your sorcerer will be dispatched to hell where you belong.

Sorcerer? Tell me where he is. I only wish I knew.

Then I shall see to it that you are questioned.

There he is! See him!

There, you see?

I told you it wasn't me.

So you did, boy.

Should you know of any sorcerer, understand that you are duty -bound to

me on pain of death.

You robbed me of my only source of comfort, boy.

Laszlo!

Listen, boy, here and now, Fariner's the name.

Thomas Fariner.

So it was you.

I was baker to his glorious majesty, King Charles II.

Oh, he loved my Eccles cakes.

Do you know I've been chased by a bloodthirsty mob? They said that I

great fire, but I didn't. I didn't, I swear it.

I'm just a simple baker.

Oh, he loved my Eccles cakes.

Twelve years, baker to his majesty.

Never a spark out of place in the kitchen than yesterday.

Whoosh!

Pudding lane's cooked, London's ablaze.

Eccles cake's all over the place.

And that's not all.

My wife Kate, she's been arrested, and my son Matthew.

He's lost somewhere in the flames.

Look, we'll turn into patches of green slime if we don't find the Scarabeus.

Flame it and get out of this place. Of course.

Well, it is here, and guess who knows exactly where it is?

Bello? No, you have fruitcake. I do, don't I?

Came to me in a dream.

Now, the clue to its whereabouts is hidden somewhere in a riddle.

Shielded well so it comes not loose.

Cheek of pig, feather of goose.

Well,

what do you think?

Great.

Well, you'd better hurry up. Do you know the mayor's after you? I know. I'm on

my way to give myself up now. Why?

Because they've got Kate. They want me, not her. And what about me? And this?

Oh, dear, dear.

That's no better, is it? Still, never mind.

Neither's mine.

Don't you worry, John.

Phil. Phil. Leave it to me, eh? Look, it's no good, Laszlo.

Let's get the scarabaeus now and then see about your wife. I must find Kate.

They'll kill you if you give yourself up. Kill me?

Impossible. The scarabaeus, Laszlo.

Kate. No.

I must.

Poor Mistress Theranos.

Your dear husband appears to have survived the ordeal I created for him

becoming too singed.

And as for your son... My son?

What have you done to him? Where is he? Lost in the flames, most likely.

son is not my concern.

He is not spirited enough to try to rescue you. You speak lies, Countess.

a witch.

And once your husband is arrested, I can either set you free or send you to join

him at the stake.

Well, you should be yourself and you're not bewitched, Lord Mayor.

Enough! You exhaust me, Kate Farroner. I won't be here to exhaust you much

longer. My Tom will find me, never fear.

That fool will never rescue you from this.

Mother, it's me, Matthew.

Where are you?

Mother, what's happened to you?

If you do get arrested, and I'll be honest with you, can you really depend

your magic to get you out of trouble?

No, that's not fair, Phil. Look, I have to do something to find Kate.

Why not use your magic to find her? No, no, no, not this time. It's not that

easy. It's because you're frightened, isn't it? You might get it wrong, that's

what it is. No, it's just that I can't think straight. Look, you must

understand, Phil, I've got to do something to find where Kate is being

Right. Let me go for the scarabaeus. You said you know where it is.

Well, sort of.

Shielded well so it comes not loose.

Cheek of pink.

I'm sorry, Phil. It's the only way.

Captain, you did not see the creature again. He was most elusive, Sir Thomas.

simply vanished. Like soldiers' wits.

What?

What of Fariner?

He must be found and questioned.

Go back into the tunnels. Search every cranny.

And don't come back here without him. Sir, I would like some protection.

Protection? Well, this fire's no ordinary thing. It's the devil's own

You're under St. Paul's, man.

Is that not enough?

Oh, take this.

It may protect you against the devil, but it won't protect you against me if

come back without the fire razors.

Sir!

Oh, did you see that?

I have not had such stress like that since I turned a bag of flour into a

of cream orange. You see, I can still... Matthew?

Is that you, lad?

Father, I thought you were dead.

Oh, Matthew, lad.

Mother's trapped.

A countess did it. I heard it through a wall, but I couldn't get in.

Countess? Yes, and Mother called her a witch. Must be Bello. Quick, Laszlo.

Which way is it, lad? You're having time. The Scarabeus.

Help us! I'm sorry, Phil, but there's got to be time.

All right, lad, lead on. Come on.

So much for pig's cheek and goose feather.

Now, Bram, how did that happen?

Jean Blasio, I tried to catch his son.

No, leave them be.

They will lead us to the Scarabeus.

Meanwhile... You must keep the fires stoked up.

The guild hall and the customs house are next to go.

Then the royal exchange.

Witchcraft. Hold! In the name of the king!

See her!

Leave me be.

We arrest you in the name of King Charles.

No more of your witchcraft. We are protected from your devil's magic.

Find Fariner. He is the one your master wants.

Do so, and he would be much in favour.

We saw you consulting with the imp.

You are a witch!

Fool!

That may be.

Take her away!

Are you sure this is the way he came, love? Yes, I'm certain of it, but there

used to be a tunnel here.

Well, it isn't there now, is it?

Don't make your mind up.

But at least I've been here before and I know where I am. All right, all right.

Come on, let's drive this way.

I see it all in Hortland Stone, Your Worship.

A most striking piece of work, Christopher.

Thank you.

This does not look like an imp to me. Good day, Countess.

No, sir, this is a witch.

Numbskulls! How can you make such a foolish blunder? She was consorting with

the... My dear Lord Mayor, these men are so fearful they will see anything.

I merely spoke with my servant. My dear Countess, there has been a most terrible

mistake. I must admit to being just a little confused.

You shall pay for this. Sir, can't you see she's pretending?

There's been a mistake.

She is a witch. We were nearly frightened out of our lives.

Exactly. Frightened enough to imagine anything, just as the lady said.

Leave my presence at once.

before you talk yourself into custody.

John!

Mark!

They will be punished.

They will.

Are you pleased with my inferno, Sir Thomas? Well pleased, Countess.

My brother is on his way from Suffolk with an army of labourers. We shall soon

begin to build the new city of London.

Be careful your haste does not appear indecent, Sir Thomas.

People could begin to wonder.

Quite so.

But tell me, when will you put the fire out, ma 'am? It has burned three days

already. My servant is making sure that all you requested is leveled to the

ground. I shall see that the north wind drops tomorrow.

Good.

When all my plans come to fruition, Countess, I shall be a very rich man.

Why not join me in that life of comfort?

We would have great power.

The power I seek is more than you could dream of.

For this Fariner's business?

How can such a little man be of so much importance to you? It is not the man. It

is something he possesses. Something he can lead me to.

And what of Fariner's wife?

When I handed her over to you, I took great risk.

When will you finish with her?

Soon. When she has finished her job of luring Fariner to where I want him.

Good.

There is one other thing.

The people are demanding the culprit of what they call this devil's fire.

They want Fariner's blood.

They can have him when I finish with him.

Till then, tell them anything.

That the fire was started by a sorcerer, the popish faction, or even a

Frenchman. Do not worry, Sir Thomas. You will have the glory of catching

Farinath.

Milady, you are truly heaven -sent.

Now look, Matthew, we're back where we started. We should be going this way.

Keep back, Lottie. Keep back.

Right, now listen. There's just one tunnel left. I don't know where it goes,

who cares?

We must get there before our friend blocks it. If it works.

Right, go!

Take her!

This should make Sir Thomas change his tune.

That witch will have to confess now. You won't. Never, never.

Come on, bring it.

Right, well, where are we now? Do you recognise him? No.

Oh, we're stuck.

Can't go forward.

Right, then.

We'd better go back, then. What's the use?

We've got to keep moving. Where?

Nowhere to nowhere.

Oh, no, no. Come on, Phil. Phil, I know you're anxious.

Anxious? What is all this domestic stuff, anyway? I'm not clear at all. All

right, come on, let me explain.

You see, I used to be a baker up north, right?

Now, Kate, she used to work for me.

She had the sweetest recipes for Eccles cakes you've ever tasted. You'd have

loved them, Phil.

Anyway... The king, he was on his royal progress. Now, passing through the town

one day, he got a whiff of the Eccles case.

Well, that did it, of course, didn't it? He made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Father, come and have a look at this.

Shielded well, so it comes not loose.

Cheek of pig, feather of goose. Could be.

Let's get through and see.

Yeah, well, what about Kate?

What choice have we got?

Now you're right. All right, lad, lead on.

So you have caught the imp at last.

He must be Farinus' servant. The Countess says I shall not bake a

Sire, it is as we said. The Countess was consorting with this thing.

She is a witch.

What nonsense.

He is my servant and quite harmless.

Relieve him.

But, sir, we were chasing him all through the tunnels.

He is my man, Bram.

You see?

Tell them, Bram, why you were wearing his mask.

Why, my lady? To look into the flames.

And why were you looking into the flames?

To seek out survivors, my lady.

And tell this fool how many souls you have saved from the inferno these past

days. Oh, ever so many, my lady. Another mistake.

Release him at once.

I do apologize, Countess.

You have been plagued with trouble and annoyance.

I shall deal with you later.

Go on, push on through.

Push on through, that's it.

Are you there, Phil?

This is it.

What? Nothing there.

He's right.

This is incredible, and it's incredible.

Of course, you see, Phil, I knew this all the time. I mean, not only Kate, but

the Scarabaeus as well. I'm sure you did.

Now, how do we get through?

What?

Ah, well, yes, that will be...

A special spell for holes in wall, won't it?

Yes. Right.

Put your hands on the wall, lad.

Scarabium.

Carbonite. Malachite.

Ebigumus.

Open up. A holus maximus.

All right, lad. Come on up you get.

Right. Now then.

Where is she? Come on. You said she was in here.

I can hear her voice.

Mama? Who's there?

Kate. Kate, is that you, love?

Tom, I'm here, over here, in front of you.

Can't you see me?

Hey, love, look, the Scarabeus is here. All in good time, Phil. Kate first.

Shield it well, for it come not to you.

You may have your bacon, Alcaton.

Where are you, Kate?

This is all I ask.

A shadow.

The Countess cast a spell on me.

I'm here. Believe me, Tom.

Laszlo, listen. The scarabaeus, it's here.

Not now, Phil.

Help us. What do you mean, not now? We're nearly free. Claim the scarab. I

can't, Phil.

It's all right, love. I'm coming. Look, I need to break it to release Kate. Then

she'll have to wait. My wife waits for nothing. Look, I can't leave Kate like

this, can I? Give me the bracelet. Phil!

Phil! Phil, leave it alone!

Bella.

All right, son. Now you stay with your mother.

Wherever she is.

Roll away quickly, Breathlet, until I command you to stop.

See you as well, so it come not loose.

Cheek of pig, feather of goose. Do you think such a simple riddle fool me? You

yourself are a riddle, Beryl.

Do you really think such a conflagration of this will lead you to the

Scalabella? I love fire.

It strengthens my power. I feed on its destruction.

It will destroy you too, Beryl.

No one controls all the elements.

Little man, you waste your time.

Time is festering away. Look!

I have you now, Laszlo.

Soon all time will be mine.

I took your worship.

This is exactly what I've been looking for. So have I, sir. A perfect example

its kind. Oh, thank you very much indeed.

What? Well, as I'm sure the owner of that precious bracelet would say, if

If he were allowed to, sir.

This is obviously a satanic charm used by a sorcerer.

Yours is it, Pariner?

Mine, sir?

Oh, no, no, definitely not, sir. A sorcerer? Me, a sorcerer? Lying won't

you, Pariner. We have the evidence.

The Countess' servant saw the fire begin.

Oh, that's because he started it himself, sir. I was busy putting some

Eccles cake into the unbeliever. Guard! Arrest him!

No, that's not fair, sir. I mean, if I was a sorcerer, sir, you'd be able to

make that candlestick disappear, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Sir, you must leave here quickly.

St Paul's is on fire.

It's crumbling. You're all beneath it.

You must leave at once.

Time to go, filth.

Did I say to pause, you blundering old beast? That bracelet!

Countess, get me out of here!

You can save me by your witchcraft.

Get me out of here, I beg of you!

I need my energies for more important work.

No!

Don't leave me here!

I command you, don't leave me here!

Lord, have mercy upon me!

This way. Don't follow me.

Don't be worried, Kate. You'll soon be free now, love. Then hurry up.

Right now, I've got to think. I must remember it. Remember what?

My multi -purpose spell, lad. Multi -purpose spell? Yeah, don't you worry

that. Will you please hurry?

Yeah, it's all right, Kate. You just stand right back.

This shadow that has been cast before, I solemnly declare no more.

Scarabaeum, onus il clemus mor, bar tatimus, I demand it.

You shall hang for your crimes.

Crimes? He's a sorcerer, madam. Here is the evidence.

Matthew.

Father. Well done, lad.

It's in here.

Open it. Shield it well so it comes not loose.

Cheek of pig, feather of goose.

So you are a witch. You are nothing.

My neck must go.

I deny you, servant.

Quick, Phil, on to another time.