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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.