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CLOCK TICKS

TICKING STOPS

WHISPERS: George.

George!

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

SHE SCREAMS

Anne?

Anne.

Anne!

Wake up, Anne.

You missed breakfast.

- We've got class today.

- Are you all right?

- I had a really weird dream.

At least...

..I think it was a dream.

Is Mr Roland here?

- He'll be here in ten minutes so
you'd better get up.

- Eurgh, another day listening to the
most boring man on Earth

warbling on about some Victorian
history.

- I thought he made some pretty
stimulating points

on the division of labour.
- This is ridiculous!

It's the summer holidays, you guys
have been here three weeks,

and we haven't even gone camping yet.

Maybe we should just sneak off.

- We can't, George, your parents would
kill us.

- They wouldn't even notice. And it's
not like your parents

would care, they went on holiday
without you.

- They work for the British
Government.

They went to spy on the King of Egypt.

- They're not spies, Dick.

And we're not running away.

We're going to class.

- Ugh!

- The Corn Laws of 1815

proved to be deeply divisive.

Introduced by Lord Liverpool,

they placed tariffs on cereal grains
from other countries

such as maize and wheat in favour of
domestic agriculture.

These restrictions confirmed a deep
division between

the land-owning class in the
countryside

and the merchants and manufacturers
based in the towns.

The effect was to hamper economic
growth

and...
- Hey!
- ..to depress...

- What was that for?

- Subsequently...

..the cost of grain rose to 80
shillings a quarter.

This...

..is confiscated.

- Why?

- I will not have students wielding an
offensive weapon in class.

- It's a ruler, sir.

Hardly an offensive weapon.

- That rather depends on who's
wielding it.

- What do I do if I need to draw a
straight line?

- You, you...

BARKING

Bad dog!

Sit, please.

- He isn't a bad dog, he just doesn't
like your tone.

- That animal is evidently a
disruptive influence. Please move

him to the other side of the room
where he can't be a distraction.

Either that, or you can remove him
from the classroom altogether.

- Mum said it was OK for Timmy to be
here.

- On the proviso that he doesn't
interfere with your studies.

I am the one who decides whether his
presence is a distraction

and I would like you to move him to
the other side of the room.

- Fine!

Come here, Timmy.

- Thank you.

- Come here, come here.

Good boy.

You shouldn't take it out on Timmy. He
didn't do anything wrong.

- Maybe not, but now you're being
impertinent.

Please return to your seat, Georgina.

- That's not my name.

- I said sit down!

- What on earth is going on in here?

I have a deadline and I can't
concentrate with all this noise.

Are you OK?
- She threw a rubber at Anne.

- I was trying to help!
- That's not exactly true.

- I'm sorry, I can't be an accomplice
in you disobeying your tutor.

The whole reason we enlisted

Mr Roland is to keep you kids out of
trouble.

- CLOCK CHIMES

- Well, that's all for today.

- All right, children, tea is ready.

And after that, your uncle will be
making a presentation.

- He's making progress then?

- Well, we live in hope.

- Now, essentially what you're looking
at is a portable brain.

A machine that's capable of
translating a problem -

potentially any problem - into a
solution.

Now, its applications are limitless,

but for its maiden voyage

I'd like ask one of you to ask it a
simple mathematical question.

- What's the square root of minus one?

- Good one.

Let's give it a try.

WHIRRING

- Is it supposed to...?

- Dad, I think you might want to...

- Er, I might, I might just erm...

- That's certainly not what I learnt
in maths club.

- No, no!

No! No, no...

- I know it didn't work...

..but it almost did.

- It will, it will.

I think Uncle Quentin's gone back to
the drawing board.

It's OK if you were scared.

I think we all were.

- I wasn't scared of that stupid
machine.

- What's wrong then?

Are you missing Mum and Dad?

- It's not that.

- What is it then?

- You wouldn't believe me.

I think the house is haunted.

I never said it was definitely a
ghost.

It could have been...a spectre.

Or...

..a ghoul?

- I'm sure it's nothing to worry
about.

Most so-called paranormal activity can
be explained by science.

- Maybe you should tell them what you
saw.

- It wasn't just what I saw.

It was what I heard as well.

This kind of rattling, like chains.

And scraping.

Three nights in a row.

And then, last night...

..I was at the top of the stairs

and I saw this...

..thing.

- What kind of thing?

- It walked across the lower landing

and then it was gone.

- Things don't just vanish.

It's scientifically impossible.

- The point is...

..we don't know what it is that Anne
saw.

And the only way we're going to figure
it out

is by getting proof.

- And how are we going to do that?

- We're going to stay up.

All...

..night.

- If it was a ghost,

who do you think it might be?

- Maybe Granny or Grandpa?

- What about Auntie Annie?

- Or maybe the ghost of some pirates
that lived here

hundreds of years ago.

- BARKING

- What is it, Timmy?

Is there something there?

- Rats maybe?

- That's not rats.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

- BARKING

- Hey, wait! Hey!

- TIMMY WHINES

What was that?
- I don't know, but it was definitely
human

and now it's in the living room.

- There's nobody here.

- Oh, that's not possible. People
can't just walk through walls.

- You know who can walk through walls?

Ghosts.

- Anne.
- It wasn't a ghost.

- It was a real person and they were
standing right here.

- Well, they're not here now.

How does an intruder who's definitely
not a ghost just vanish?

- TIMMY WHINES

The repeal of the Corn Laws in 1846
caused a major rift

within the Conservative Party

and ultimately led to the, er,

end of Robert Peel's tenure as Prime
Minister.

It was a result of the pressure
applied by the activities

of the Anti-Corn Law League that
was...

QUENTIN: Yes! Yes!

BARKING

QUENTIN: It works, it works!

- He must have fixed it.

- I don't see why he's so excited
about it.

It's only a machine.

- Television's a machine.

You like television.

- If he'd invented television, then
I'd be excited.

- I think we might wrap things up a
few minutes early today...

..since you've all been so attentive.

Have a pleasant afternoon, and I'll
see you tomorrow.

DOOR CLOSES

- Mr Roland's definitely up to
something.

- What are you talking about? He's our
tutor.

- It's the perfect cover to try and
steal the machine. My parents had

never met him a couple of weeks ago,
he could be anyone.

- That's pure speculation.

You haven't got a single fact to back
it up.

The last time we saw the intruder he
stepped into this room.

We need to focus on where he went.
- I say we start with the chimney.

- That's how Father Christmas does it.

But wouldn't we have seen soot?

- He probably entered and exited
through one of these windows.

Simple.

- I thought they didn't open properly.

- Good boy.

- There's a gap.
- I'm sorry, but there's no way

a non-ghost could fit through a gap
that small.

- That's why I said the fireplace.

TIMMY WHINES

- Look at this.

I distinctly remember placing this
basket right next to the clock,

but it's moved, which is weird
enough...

..but look at these scuff marks...

- They seem to come from beneath the
clock.

- Exactly.

As if the clock has been pushed aside
perhaps.

Help me.

- How do we open it?

- Your uncle's had a bit of a
breakthrough.

- After six years of false starts.

- I'm going to crack open some cider.
- Oh, yes.

- Maybe a couple of bottles of ginger
beer as well.

- Congratulations, Uncle Quentin.

- We'll join you in a bit.

- Thank you.

- We could try turning the hands back.

Maybe it only opens at midnight.

- Worth a try.

- Wait a minute.

Keep going.

Hmm.

The weights aren't moving.

- CLOCK TICKS

WHIRRING

Maybe we should tell your parents
first.

- Not happening. Pass me a torch.

- TIMMY BARKS

- Are you guys coming?

We need to check this out.

- How long does it go on for?

- Let's find out.

- Does anyone know the fatality rate
for mining accidents?

- Why would anyone know that?

- Don't know, just thought it'd be
something useful to know.

- The less time we're down here,

the less time the roof has to fall on
our heads.

- That's actually a pretty good point.

- Who would want to build this in the
first place?

- My theory - it's an old smugglers'
tunnel

from the 18th century, possibly
earlier.

- How come no-one knew it was here?

- It's hardly something you put on the
deeds of your house

when you come to sell it.

- Where do you think it's taking us?

- Looks like we're about to find out.

- Who lives down there?

- It's a local guesthouse.

It's just been taken over by Mrs
Sassoon.

She rents them out to walkers and
holiday-makers.

You'll never guess who's staying
there.

That's the owner.

- She can't be the intruder, can she?

- She's not.

- How do you know?

- Because it's one of her guests.

- Mr Roland.

- I told you there was something funny
about him.

- We have to tell your parents.

- What are we going to say?

- We show them the tunnel. Tell them
about the intruder.

They'll have to believe us.
- He'll talk his way out of it.

You've seen what he's like.

I say we confront him right here,
right now.

- This is a really bad idea.

- We're on to you, Mr Roland.

- What on earth are you doing here?

- We know you've been trying to steal
my father's machine.

We stopped you last night, and we'll
stop you again if you try.

- I'm sorry. Is this some kind of
joke?

- We found a tunnel.

We've been through it, and it led us
straight here to you.

- Would anyone like a biscuit?

- You should be more careful about who
you let into your house.

- Oh, I'm extremely careful, I assure
you.

If you don't want a biscuit, perhaps
you could leave my guest alone

so he can enjoy his tea.

- I'd like a biscuit.

- Sorry, Mrs Sassoon.

I seem to be the victim of some sort
of prank.

Or is it a game, perhaps?

- It's no game, Mr Roland,

or whatever your real name is.

- Come on, George. We should go.

- Yes, that sounds like a sensible
idea.

Perhaps I should telephone your mother
and explain her

the misunderstanding.

- What about the biscuits?

- Of course. Take two.

- It's all true, Mum. You have to
believe us.

Mr Roland's an impostor.

He's just pretending to be our tutor
when all he really wants to do is do

is steal Dad's machine. Just come and
look.

I'll show you the secret passage....
- Stop it, George!

I'm at a loss for words,

at you making up outlandish stories

to make excuses for your behaviour.

Insulting your tutor, breaking into
people's homes.

- Technically, the door was open.

- And you know full well

that your actions reflect back on your
father and me.

- I know, but if you just let...
- And dragging your cousins into it,
too.

Do you know how embarrassing it will
be when I have to tell

Jack and Gillian?

- You're not listening to me!

- We were supposed to be celebrating
your father, and you ruined it.

- We brought you some cake.

Can we come in?

- Fine.

- We were talking, and we agree.

Mr Roland seemed suspicious.

- But without any evidence, it's just
that. A suspicion.

- What does he even want from Uncle
Quentin's machine, anyway?

- If he's invented a machine that
could do decimal arithmetic,

it could be worth a fortune.

- Isn't that just an electrical
abacus?

- An abacus is for simple sums.

His machine looks for patterns in
numbers.

It's a way to decode everything in
existence.

If it fell into the wrong hands, it
could change the world

as we know it.
- I still don't get it.

- The point is, it's valuable.

And Mr Roland is clearly willing to go
to great lengths

to get his hands on it.

But the only way we're going to stop
him is by finding some evidence

so we can persuade the adults to
listen.

- We need to catch him in the act.

Get proof. Undeniable proof.

- Looks like it's going to be another
late one.

Treacle.
- Check.

- Feathers.
- Check.

- Marbles.
- Got it.

- Torches off, Dick.

- How am I supposed to read?

- Maybe just...don't.

- But I'm at a really exciting bit.

- This is exciting.

- Well, what are we supposed to do
now?

- Well, now we wait.

- BIRDS CHIRP

OWL HOOTS

CLOCK TICKS

SCRAPING

TIMMY SIGHS

WHISPERS:
- Oh, no. How long have we been
asleep?

- Dick, you were supposed to stay
awake.
- I AM awake.

- Good, cos he's here.
- Did we...?
- Shh.

That. That sounds like the front door.

- Quick, grab your things.

- PULLEY WHEELS SQUEAK

- Oh!

- Now!
- Get him!

Keep going!

- Julian, get the net on!
- I am!

TIMMY BARKS

- Get that animal away from me.
- It IS Mr Roland!

- What on earth do you think you're
doing?
- Making citizen's arrests.

- We caught you red-handed.
- You have no idea.

Julian, you're a sensible boy...

- Be warned, I am armed and I'm
dangerous!

What on earth is going on here?

- Mr Roland?
- Mrs Barnard, Professor, thank
goodness.

There's been a terrible mistake.

- ANNE:
- What?

- Come on, he's got the machine!

- What about Mr Roland?
- Leave him!

Quick, come on!

- TIMMY BARKS

TIMMY BARKS

- This way, into the woods.
- Who are we chasing?
- The intruder.

- I thought that was Mr Roland.
- So did we.
- Come on, Julian!

- Wait!
- Mr Roland?

Sorry about the feathers.

- The name's not Roland, it's Keats.

Agent Keats.

- Which way did he go?
- This way.

TIMMY BARKS

- Wait, he's headed for the road. It's
quicker this way.

- Agent Keats!

George knows a short cut.

ENGINE STARTS

- Down.

- GUNSHOTS

Ah!

- The British Government monitors all
kinds of technological innovations,

particularly ones that could be
dangerous

were they to fall into enemy hands.

- So, that means you're a spy?
- Not exactly.

- You'd better have a very good reason
for weaselling your way in here

and putting my family in danger.

- I've been sent here to keep an eye
on your husband's progress

and requisition the device if and when
it was completed.

- Steal it for yourself, you mean?

- We have reason to believe...

..well...

..that war is on the horizon.

A world war. And your contraption
could be critical to the country's

counter-intelligence efforts.

Which means we must transport this to
a military facility in Scotland.

- I'm sorry, "we"?

- Pack your things please, Professor.
- You've got some nerve.
- Excuse me?

- As if commandeering his life's work
isn't bad enough, you want him

to show you Neanderthals how to warp
it into some war machine?

And did you for one minute stop to
think about what happens to us?

- She does make a good point.

- My instructions were to bring your
husband and his device.

No provision was made for women and
children.

- I don't care what your instructions
were.

Whoever these criminals are, they're
not going to just give up.

- That was another very good point.

What if they try again?

- You can't just leave us here like
sitting ducks. No way.

Either we all go, or none of us do.

That's non-negotiable, I'm afraid.

- Fine.

- WHISPERS:
- Does that mean we're going to
Scotland?

- Maybe.
- Yes!

- But let me make something absolutely
clear -

we are dealing with a team of highly
motivated,

ruthless enemy agents with
international connections,

who will stop at nothing to get what
they are after.

I may have wounded one of them, but
they will strike again.

If it was my wife, and my children...

..I would definitely want them to stay
here.

- We appreciate your concern, Agent
Keats,

but if we're going to make that
Highland Sleeper,

we should probably get packing.

- Very well.

- TRAIN WHISTLE

MAN: The train departing from platform
two

is the sleeper train to Aberdeen.

DICK:
- Do you know our father?
- Excuse me?

- Jack Barnard. Special Intelligence.

Currently posted in Cairo, I think.

- Never heard of him.
- Huh.

Fair enough.

- Quentin?

Quentin Barnard?

Well, I'll be da...

It IS you!

Huh, of all the trains in all the
world, what are the chances

we'd be taking the same one?

- Do you know this man?
- Err, well, I...

- Where are my manners? Name's
Maxwell.

Maxwell Endicott Jr.

We met at your presentation at the
Royal Society last year.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Not at all.

Caused quite a stir, if you don't mind
me saying so.

Ruffled a few feathers.

But I, I was hooked from the get-go.

- Well, I'm sad to say that you were
very much in the minority that day.

- We really must board this train.

- Is that it? The Algebra Engine?

Listen, I'd be keener than ketchup to
talk to you about licensing...

- You've made a terrible mistake.

Come along, Professor.
- Erm, excuse me.

- TIMMY BARKS

TRAIN HORN

WHISTLE

- All aboard!

- HORN

FANNY:
- OK, great.

- OUTSIDE: All aboard!

- What do we think? Nice?

- Wood panelling.
- Uh-huh.

- Ooh, nice pillows.

Tartan blankets.

So soft.

- Well, we're two doors along, so come
through if you need anything.

- And try and stay out of trouble.
- We will.
- We promise.
- Mmm.

- OUTSIDE: The train is ready to
depart, all aboard!

- Excuse me, is this the direction for
the restaurant?

- We booked a table, you see, only we
don't know which way it is.

Is it fore or aft?

Thanks very much.

- Strange fellow.

- Can't be easy, delivering drinks
when your arm's crook.

OUTSIDE:
- The train is ready to depart!

- WHISTLE

- I'm pretty sure he works with Dad,
by the way.

Agent Keats.

I had a word with him earlier.

- Dad isn't a spy, Dick.
- He really is, Julian.

And the fact that you don't realise it
just proves he's good at his job.

- Looks like he's going to stand guard
out there all night.

- Do you really think they might try
and steal it on the train?

- He pretty much said they would.

- Maybe we should have dinner in our
compartment then. Just in case.

- But the a la carte menu's only
available in the restaurant.

- It wouldn't hurt to have a bit of a
snoop around.

We got a better view of the intruders
than everyone else.

- Agent Keats told us to stay put.

- But Agent Keats also lied to us.

He let them slip right through his
fingers.

Plus, he's not much use as a tutor
either.

I don't see why we should do what he
says.

- Your parents are hardly going to let
us loose in the restaurant.

- Leave them to me.

First of all, dinner's included for
first-class ticket holders,

so it would be a waste not to.

Secondly, I just found out that George
hasn't been to

a restaurant for two years, which is
unbelievable.

- We have fish and chips every
Thursday night, doesn't that count?

- Fish and chips DEFINITELY does not
count.

Third and finally, Julian left the
picnic in the taxi.

- Julian?

- I'm sorry, Aunt Fanny.

Must have just...slipped my mind.

- Need I remind you of the severity of
the situation?

- I'm sorry, what were your orders
again?

- They made no provisions for women
and children. Apparently.

- So maybe this doesn't concern you.

- We'll be impeccably behaved, I
promise.

And it's a first-class establishment,
after all.

- And if you want us to stay out of
trouble then, technically,

the further we are from that machine
the better, surely?

- What do you say, darling?

Might as well make the most of it.

- I strongly recommend that they stay
put.

- Thankfully, there are limits to the
reach of your authority, Mr Keats.

Now, whilst my wife and I will happily
take dinner

in our compartment so that we can keep
an eye on things here,

if your department is generous enough
to provide a slap-up dinner

for the children, then I'm not going
to stand in their way.

- Yes!
- Thanks, Dad.

- TIMMY BARKS

- No dogs allowed.

- What's wrong?

- No dogs.

- Says who?

- Says me. I'm the head waiter and I
say no animals in the dining car.

- Excuse me, waiter?

Vous peux faire une exception cette
fois, non?

- Desole, madame, mais les regles sont
les regles.

- What if the young lady

and her canine companion were to sit
with me?

I'll take full responsibility for
their behaviour.

- Bien sur.

The rest of you, follow me.

- Thank you very much.

- Sabrina Grover, pleased to make your
acquaintance.

- George.

- George. I like it.

Do you think George is going to be all
right?

- She'll be fine, she's got Timmy.

I wonder what the soup of the day is.

- I know you're getting handsomely
paid for this assignment,

but it's daylight robbery if you ask
me.

- If this machine is as revolutionary
as it's purported to be,

it will pay for itself in a matter of
months.

- Here you are, gentlemen.

You are extremely fortunate that you
ran into me when you did.

The Featherington 3000.

Far and away the best type-writing
machine in Europe.

Made out of lightweight, cold-rolled
steel,

its compact design features the
patent-pending soft space bar

and the smoothest carriage return on
the market.

- Pretty nifty, isn't it?

- What a remarkable piece of
engineering.

Can't you just imagine us sitting by
the side of the loch?

You with your pipe, me drawing Nessie
to the surface

with the gentle click-clack of the
keys?

- Why would you go abroad when you've
got Scotland on your doorstep?

That's why we're going Inverness, you
see?

No messing around with ferries or
anything like that.

You close your eyes, before you know
it, bosh...

..you're in the Highlands.

- Barman.
- Yes, sir?

- Can I get three Coca Colas, please?

Send them to those kids over there.

- What about you?

What brings you this side of the
Atlantic?

Is it business or pleasure?

- Big business, my friend.

The biggest business there is.

- Ooh, tell me more. I love a bit of
business, me.

- So...

The fish is supposed to be really
good.

It's a Dover sole, imported fresh this
morning.

- I'll have that then, thank you.
- Yes, mademoiselle.

- What about your companion?

- Erm, Timmy will be fine with a
couple of shortbread biscuits,

if you have them.
- Very good.
- I like his style.

So, where are your parents, George?

I mean, if you don't mind my asking.

- No, they decided to stay in their
compartment.

They let me do pretty much whatever I
want.

- Mmm, very sensible of them.

My parents, they were much more
controlling.

That didn't end well.

Are you here on holiday?

- More like a work thing of my dad's.

Where are you going?

- Well, I'm a firm believer that the
journey is more important

than the destination, so I'm going to
spend some time in the Highlands,

then I might take a boat to the
Hebrides.

Norway, Finland.

Who knows?

- Don't you ever go home?

- I don't have one.

Everything I own folds into two neat
little suitcases.

- That's so cool.

So, what do you do for a living?

- It's the 20th century, George.

You can do anything you want and be
whoever you want to be.

I think...

I think I like to consider myself an
adventurer.

- That's what I want to be.

- Best job there is.

- Well, I must say it's remarkably
quiet.

- You see? Look at the young man go.

At £87, it's a snip.

A snip, I tell you.

- Well, perhaps we can consider it an
early birthday present.

- You won't regret it. It works like a
dream.

- The little boy knows what he's
talking about.

- £85, you say?

- £87.

- Hmm.

I suppose you take cheques?

- Certainly. I'll fetch you a receipt.

- Where did you learn to type like
that?

- Self-taught. I'm trying to get my
speed up to 50 words per minute

by the time I go to Oxford.

- Well, keep it up and you can make a
good journalist,

like this venerable old hack.

- I don't want to be a journalist.

I want to be a secret agent, like my
father. No offence.

- Oh, I'm sorry, but we didn't order
these.

- They were sent over by the American
gentleman at the bar.

- I thought you might enjoy a taste of
the land of opportunity.

- That's very kind of you, but we
couldn't possibly accept.

SLURP!

- Sorry. It's really yummy.

Thanks.

- I can understand your reluctance to
trust a stranger bearing gifts.

But I already met your dad, so,
technically, I'm not a stranger.

And the truth is, it all depends on
what type of gifts are on offer.

- Professor Barnard isn't our father,
he's our uncle.

- Uncle, father - you'd still benefit
though, wouldn't you,

if he suddenly became a very wealthy
man?

You see, I'm prepared to offer him a
life-changing amount of money.

- I think our uncle made it pretty
clear he wasn't interested.

- Yeah, but he didn't give me a chance
to hear my pitch

before his minder got in the way.

All I'm looking for is the opportunity
to have a word with him.

- Just cos you bought us drinks,

it doesn't mean we're going to tell
you which compartment he's in.

- Mmm-hm.

Garcon!

You're young, I get that.

When you're a little older, you'll
realise...

..everyone has a price.

Take this note to Professor Barnard.

I'm not sure what cabin he's in

but I'm pretty sure you can find out.
- Very well, sir.

Much obliged.

- Well, enjoy your drinks, kids.

I'll be sure to catch up with your
uncle soon, huh?

- At the risk of stating the obvious,

that American seemed deeply
suspicious.

- He's certainly got motive and means.

- And he's about to have an
opportunity.

- Not as suspicious as that waiter,
though.

- What waiter?

- The one with the bandaged arm that
the American just handed a note to.

- What?

- He's got an injury in the exact spot
that Agent Keats shot the intruder.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- I just did.

- LAUGHING:
- And that's how I learned never to
leave home

without a good length of rope and a
half dozen hairpins.

- Sorry to interrupt. We just need to
discuss something with George.

Urgently.
- Of course.

- The intruder's on the train, Anne
saw him.

And he's headed for the machine right
now.

TIMMY BARKS

WOMAN:
- Next time you want to talk to that
ghastly American,

I'll bring a book.

- Impressive man, very impressive.

- Excuse me, sir, can I get through
please?
- Hold your horses.

- I'm sorry, sir, I just need to get
past.

- Hey, you don't want to start
ordering me about.

You want to respect your elders.

- Let them through, Roger, they're
only kids.

- Thank you very much.

TIMMY BARKS

- Is that the...?
- Shh.

SNORING

- Mama?

Mama, wake up.

- What's wrong with them?
- Drugged, probably.

Some kind of sedative maybe?
Barbiturates?

They'll be fine, just, you know,
unconscious for bit.

- It must have been that waiter.

- MEN STRUGGLE

GUNSHOT

- That sounded like...

- GUNSHOT

Agent Keats!

- It's him!

- Can't get the staff these days.

- HE CHUCKLES

- I just hope his drinks are better
than his skills in unarmed combat.

- Stop!
- Wait!
- Don't do it!
- No!

- Your drink, it's been tampered with.

- I suddenly feel terribly
light-headed.

Oh, I am sorry.

- We should call the guard.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Trust no-one...

- But, sir, you're...
- You're good kids.

Protect the device...

The trolley!

- We have a problem here.

It's gone. The machine, it's been...
- Stolen.

- TIMMY WHIMPERS

TRAIN HORN

This is not good.

They're out for the count, we're all
on our own

and the device is missing. A device
that can apparently

threaten the security of the whole
country.

- So what do we do now?

- We do what Keats said.

We stay put and we wait until one of
the grown-ups wake up.

- Except he didn't say that.

He told you to trust no-one and to
protect the device.

- It's already been stolen!
- So we get it back.

You said it yourself, we're all that's
left.

And in the wrong hands, Dad's device
is dangerous,

so we have to get it back.

- Well, what do we do?

Run around and knock on everyone's
door and accuse them of theft?

- We only need to knock on one door.

- The American?

- I found this.

- It's the note he gave to the waiter.

- "I insist you meet me tonight.

"Coach C, compartment six.

"If you don't come, you'll regret it."

- So, the waiter was following
Maxwell's orders?

- They've probably been working
together this whole time.

- He's definitely rich enough to have
set up the whole thing.

- And clearly obsessed with the
machine.
- Maybe, but...

- Whatever we do, we need to do it
quickly.

Next stop is Hebburndale, at 11:24.

If the American gets off, the device
could disappear forever.

- We're not going to let that happen.

- Do we knock?
- No way.

- Daddy? Is that you?

- No.

We know you've got the machine.

- What are you talking about?

- You stole it.

- The Algebra Engine's been stolen?

- Just give it back to us and there
won't be any trouble.

- You think...?

Ha, you think I'd be here licking my
wounds

if I had Barnard's machine?

Ha!

I am a man of good standing,

not a thief.

- Maybe he's telling the truth.
- He's lying.

We saw the note you sent with that
waiter.

- The one threatening Uncle Quentin if
he didn't sell.

- Threatening?
- You said if he didn't come and see
you, he'd regret it.

- Well, of course he'll regret it,

I could make us both obscenely
wealthy.

It wasn't meant as a threat though.

In any case, I came straight here
after dinner to smoke my cigar.

And it's just been me and this Casa
San Coba Numero Four ever since.

Just look at this if you don't believe
me.

- Excuse me?
- This ain't no walking-around cigar.

Look at that ash - a sign of premium,
Cuban quality, that is.

Takes time to build it up.

Burns slow, holds the flavour.

Look here.

Took me the best part of the past
half-hour to build this up.

I wouldn't be able to leave the
compartment without dislodging it.

Much less steal a ground-breaking
piece of technology.

- TRAIN LURCHES

- Hebburndale.
- The station.

HORN

WOMAN:
- What we getting off here for? It
isn't our stop.

- That's it, he's got it!

- What about the rest of my things?
- Petula, please! Can we just...?

- Excuse me, that case.

It looks just like one we're missing.
- No, it doesn't.

What you doing? Get off.

- Little girl, you can't just take...
- This belongs to my father.

Give it back!

Julian!
- Sorry about this.

- Get off! I found it first!

Finders keepers, it's mine!

Why don't you get back on the train?

Go on!

- What you doing, Roger?

- You heard that American.

This thing's worth a fortune.

- Yeah, but it isn't ours, is it?

- Don't you know what this is?

This is the first piece of good luck
I've had my whole life.

- What about me?

- Give the suitcase back, sir.

GUN COCKS

Don't let its compact size mislead
you.

This is a .22 calibre Derringer and it
packs quite a punch.

There's a good chap.

Children?

GUARD:
- All aboard!
- Go.

Next train will be along soon enough.

HORN

So, we're due to stop at Gleneagles at
5:25.

We should be able to get a couple of
police officers

to board the train then,

so they can keep an eye on things for
the rest of the journey.

- Could I have a look?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

- Until then, would you like to return
to your compartment

or would you rather stay here?

- Stay here.
- JULIAN: We should go back.

SABRINA: How about a reviving cup of
tea while you make up your mind?

- Tea would be great.

- Oh...

How did you know that calamity of a
couple were the thieves?

- We didn't, really.

Not until we actually saw them getting
off the train.
- Oh.

- We thought whoever stole it might
try to make a run for it

first chance they could get.
- Smart girl.

- Finders keepers.

That's what the man said.

The thief, he said he found the
Algebra Engine.

That's a weird thing for a mastermind
thief to say.

- Well, it's certainly not evoking
mastermind.

- He said something to his wife about
the American telling him

that it'd make him rich, but that must
mean that he found out

about Dad's device today, on this
train.

- So, he couldn't have been working
with the waiter from the start.

- The waiter had to be working with
someone.

- So there must still be another thief
on the train.

- Can I have a biscuit, please?

- Of course. Take two.

Of course, take two.

- CUP FALLS

Hey!

- No-one drink the tea.
- What are you talking about?

- It's her. She's the thief.

And Mrs Sassoon, from the guesthouse.

- I knew I'd smelt that perfume
before.

Vol de Nuit, by Jacques Guerlain.

I smelt it back in the guesthouse in
Dorset

and I can smell it again now.

- You're quite the little detectives,
aren't you, uh?

I spent weeks setting up that
operation, researching the

smugglers' tunnel, purchasing the
guesthouse, biding my time.

I thought the Algebra Engine was mine,
but no.

I must admit, I was more than a little
frustrated with

your interference.

Still, once my colleague managed to
neutralise your parents

and the British agent, it wasn't too
hard for me to get what I wanted.

- You're not keeping the device.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- We're leaving and we're taking that
with us.

- We can do this the easy way or the
hard way.

- PERFUME SQUIRTS

- Ah!

Hard way it is, then.

- MAN CHATTING:
- ..terrible trouble getting a man
out...

- I hate to say it, but we're going to
run out of train pretty quickly.

- Any better ideas?
- Yeah, hide.

- George!

- George?

Are you here?

George?

Oh, hello, Timmy.

Who's a good boy, uh?

Who's a good boy?

I know you're in here, George.

You wouldn't leave Timmy behind.

Come out.

I just want to chat.

- You don't care about talking, you
just want the Algebra Engine.

- Ooh, la, la, la, la.

Put it down.

- Why should I?

What do you even want it for?

- I'm not the villain here, George.

I'm a mere player in a much bigger
game.

- You can't just run around lying

and stealing things that don't belong
to you.

- Sweet boy, you just described the
British Empire.

- TIMMY WHIMPERS

- Smart girl.

Thank you, George. This has been fun.

- METALLIC CLANKING

SHE LAUGHS

QUIET BIRDSONG

- Do you think anyone knows we're
missing?

- Definitely.

The train will be in Edinburgh now.

Aunt Fanny and Uncle Quentin would
have woken up.

- Maybe they'll speak to Agent Keats.

He knows what happened.

- How much further?

- Um, if we keep up our current speed,
maybe...

..close on to five hours, give or
take.

- I can't walk for five hours!

I'm tired and hungry.

And I'm eight years old.

- We're all tired and hungry.

- I'm not. I'm angry!

She thinks she's so important and
different

and not exactly like every other adult

that underestimates us just cos we're
not old.

We need a plan - something epic.

Something that will make her regret
lying and stealing.

- And threatening Timmy.

- Oh, just stop already! Please!

- We can't just let her get away with
it.

- Look around, George.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

She already has gotten away with it.

Maybe if you'd...

- What?

No, go on. Maybe if I'd...what?

- Listened to me.

To Keats.

Maybe if we left with the device when
we had the chance,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

- So you think it's all my fault?

- See, why do you do that?

You act like you don't care what
people think,

but you do, just like everyone else.

You want people to like you.

You wanted Sabrina to like you, so you
trusted her -

even though Keats said not to trust
anyone -

and she took the advice, and now I
don't like you!

ENGINE APPROACHES
- Look!

Are they goodies or baddies?

- Goodies. Definitely.

- Barnard children?

I'm Brigadier Hollingsbrooke.

Get in.

- Where are you taking us?

- To your parents at the new special
ops training...

- No, that information is highly
classified, Private.

- Yeah... Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

- All you need to know is that you'll
be staying

at the Cairngorms Garrison at His
Majesty's pleasure.

Come along.

- What's your name?

- Private Craig, miss.

- Can I ask, are our aunt and uncle
all right?

- I'm not supposed to say, miss,

but, yes, they are.

- And is Agent Keats with them?
- He certainly is.

- Private Craig, do not give her any
more information.

- OFFICER BARKS ORDERS

- Right, follow me.

- TIMMY BARKS

- Timmy! Oh, thank God.

- Oh, Mum, stop!

- Thank goodness you're OK.
- We lost the engine.

I'm sorry, Dad.

- Doesn't matter. So long as you're
safe.

- Lina Martine. Is that her?

We've been monitoring her movements
for years.

- Who have?
- Special Intelligence.

- Well, not very successfully, it
seems.

- What will she do with my machine?

- Sell it to the highest bidder,
presumably.

Which could be any one of a number of
hostile nations.

The Germans, most likely.

- We've got to stop her.

- I'm sorry, did you say something?

The only "we" here is the British
Armed Forces.

We will be the ones to decide on the
appropriate course of action.

If my men hadn't wasted so much time
tracking you children down,

WE might have had a shot.

She'll be long gone by now.

- Which is why Special Intelligence
have decided to concentrate

our efforts on helping you construct a
duplicate machine.

- And by "Special Intelligence", you
mean my brother Jack.

- I'm not at liberty to discuss the
chain of command.

- Private Craig, can you please escort
the children to the barracks?

Give them whatever they want - just
keep them occupied and away.

- It's irrelevant anyway. The whole
thing is impossible.

- You'll be given whatever resources
you need

and, of course, free rein of the
laboratory here.

- It would take months.

Even then, there's no guarantee.

- In all likelihood, your machine is
halfway to Berlin by now.

A war is coming, Professor.

And we cannot allow the Germans any
technological advantage.

So I'm sorry if it sounded like a
request,

because it isn't.

You will build a new Algebra Engine
and you will remain here,

under the supervision of Brigadier
Hollingsbrooke,

until it's complete.

- You can do it, darling.

You've done it before...

..you can do it again.

- OFFICER BARKS ORDERS

- The Major said that we were "guests
at His Majesty's pleasure".

But I doubt that His Majesty

would be particularly pleased with
this slop.

- He's a Brigadier, not a Major.

- Even a Brigadier should be able to
put together a meal

that comes with some kind of pudding.

- Whatever.

- No matter how bad things get,

they're always better with plum
pudding.

- I'm sorry, George.

Obviously I do like you.

- I'm sorry too.

You were right - I should have
listened to you.

Instead, I trusted Sabrina. Now we're
stuck in this place.

And Dad has to build a whole new
engine.

- It's not your fault.

You were right about a lot of things.

You're the reason we recovered the
device twice before.

- And maybe you can do it again.

- We do make a pretty good team when
we work together.

- We've got nothing to go on, though.

- We've got this -

Sabrina's timetable.

Look at the numbers scribbled on the
corner.

- Maybe they're... measurements for
her tailor?

- That doesn't make any sense. Maybe
it's a telephone number.

- There are too many numbers.

- I know what it is - it's a
short-wave radio frequency.

It's how I listen to the Test.

- Maybe...maybe that's how she
receives her instructions.

- Only one way to find out.

Private Craig?
- Er...

GARBLED RADIO CHATTER THROUGH
HEADPHONES

MORSE CODE BEEPS

- Is it working?
- Shh!

- MORSE CODE CONTINUES AND LOOPS

MORSE CODE PLAYS OVER SPEAKER

- What is that?

- It's Morse code recorded on a loop.

It says today's date...

..Loch Ness...

..goose and...

..cuckoo.

..1800.

- Loch Ness must be the meeting point.

- And 1800 is six o'clock this
evening.

- What about the goose and the cuckoo?

What have they got to do with
anything?
- Don't know.

But we have less than two hours to
find out.

- Loch Ness is miles away. We'd never
make it, even if we ran.

- Private Craig...?

- PRIVATE CRAIG: Do you really think
you'll catch a glimpse of Nessie?

- Almost certainly, Private Craig.
- There's been a spate of sightings,

ever since that picture was published
in the papers last week.

- That photograph has been widely
discredited.

It could just as easily have been an
upturned boat.

- JULIAN: But WE believe it's real,
don't we?

Well, you won't get a better view of
the Loch Ness Monster

than from up here.

- Thank you, Private Craig.

Can we borrow your binoculars, please?

- Yes, of course.

Less than an hour.

- Loch Ness, 1800.

- But no geese...or cuckoos.

- Wait a minute.

You can stay here, Private Craig -

keep your eyes peeled for the monster.

- We're going to the pub.

That's funn... Er...

Thank you. Um...

Er...fine. The pub.

- No kids allowed!

Unless you're looking to purchase a
souvenir?

I've got Nessie hats, Nessie scarves,

Nessie doilies - very popular.

- No, thank you.

We're actually looking for one of your
guests.

- Her name is Sabrina Grover.

Or Mrs Sassoon.

Possibly Lina Martine.

- Got a lot of names, this lady you're
looking for.

- Well, I call her Mummy. I've lost
her.

And if you don't help me find her,
I'll scream.

- We'll happily buy a scarf.

Each?

Julian.

- COINS JINGLE

- I'm sorry,

but I can't possibly disclose the
personal details of my guests,

whether close family members or not.

- Oh, come on. You've got time for
one.

Something to warm us up.

- Fine. One pint of mild, and then I'm
heading up to write.

- You're obsessed with that
typewriter,

and you can't drink mild in the
Highlands.

I'll get us a couple of whiskies.

Ah! Hello, young sirs.

Didn't expect to see you here.

- We're looking for the lady from the
train.

- You know the one - walks into every
room like she owns it.

- Extraordinarily well-dressed.

- Oh, you mean the one who was rather
outlandishly dressed

in the periwinkle getup.

- It was peacock blue, as a matter of
fact.

A wonderfully stylish woman like her

wouldn't be seen dead in an
establishment like this.

- Now, that's how wrong you can be.

You see, while you've been bashing on
that new typewriter of yours

morning, noon and night,

she was staying in the room next door
to us all along.

Not that she's there any more.

- Do you have any idea where she's
gone?

- Well, she was standing, looking
rather forlorn,

at the end of the pier last time I saw
her.

Probably looking out for Nessie, no
doubt. Huh?

- Was she carrying anything, like a
large case?

- I recall a fox-fur stole.

No case though.
- Right.

Now, whisky.

- Well...

- And, no, no ice. It's insulting.

If you insist, you can have it with
water.

- We haven't got long. How much money
have you got?

- A couple of pounds. What do you want
it for?

- Souvenirs.
- But we've already got souvenirs.

- I'm aware of that. I'm going to need
you to order some more.

- COINS CLINK

Thank you.

- You know, I really like my scarf. A
lot.

But what I want more than anything is
another one in mauve.

- Might have some purple wool in the
back.

- Sounds perfect.

- All right. Stay there.

- SHE SIGHS

WATER RUSHES

That's not a monster.

- Your country's reputation for good
timekeeping

is clearly well-deserved.

- I only hope you will be able to
match such efficiency.

- Of course. I trust you had a
pleasant trip.

- Ha! U-boat conditions are hardly
pleasant,

and navigating our way from the
Atlantic...

..was no small feat.

But I hope we will be able to provide
you

with a level of...comfort on your trip
back to Germany.

- Key?

Are we going to get away with this?

- Let's find out.

- TIMMY BARKS

- Something wrong?

- Nothing I can't handle.

- STAIRS CREAK

SHE CHUCKLES

- You really don't know when to give
up, do you?

- HE TOASTS IN GERMAN

- Et voila.

The device, gentlemen.

Hand it over, George.

Allez.

- At least tell me why.

You said you could be anyone. Why be
one of the bad guys?

- DOOR OPENS

Do you have a telephone?

I need to make a call most urgently.

- We have a telephone, yes, indeed.

- Can you tell the operator to put me
through to Brigadier Hollingsbrooke

at the Cairngorm Garrison?

- Could I have a quiet word, Private?

- Not right now. I've just seen a
U-boat in the middle of the loch.

GUN COCKS
- Perhaps you could've been mistaken.

- Oh...

- Listen to the lady.

You've obviously made a mistake.

- Putting you through now.

- OVER PHONE:
- Hello?
- I suppose I...
- Private Craig?

- It could have been a trick of the
light or something.

- Speak up, for pity's sake!

- Is there some kind of problem here?

GENE:
- Frank, for goodness' sake, be
careful.

- I'll have you know that I'm a member
of the Territorial Army.

And if you're taking this here private
prisoner...

..then you're going to have to make a
prisoner out of me, too.

- There'll be no shooting in my pub...

..unless I'm the one doin' it!

- TIMMY WHIMPERS

OVER PHONE:
- Private Craig? What the devil's
going on?

- Sorry to disturb you, sir.

We've got something of a situation.
- A situation?

- Maybe you should put the phone down,
Private Craig.

- What kind of situation?

Private Craig...!

- PHONE RECEIVER CLICKS

- Now, why doesn't everyone put their
weapons down, too?

- She's right.

Maybe we should let them go before
anyone gets hurt.

SABRINA LAUGHS

- Oh, you really are quite remarkable,
George.

Why don't you come with us?
- That wasn't part of the deal.

- Just to see us off at the end of the
pier,

to make sure no-one here decides to do
something they might regret.

- It's fine.

I'll go.

- TIMMY BARKS

WATER LAPS GENTLY

- You never answered my question.

What was so wrong with Lina Martine
that you're choosing to be...this?

- SHE SCOFFS

- Lina Martine.

Lina Martine was trained by British
Intelligence.

She was excited to work for an
organisation who...who told her,

who tell themselves, that they're the
good guys.

- What changed?

Why choose the bad side?

- I learned the truth.

It's not as simple as good guys and
bad guys -

nobody is the villain of their own
story, George.

Everyone has their reasons of great
ideas, of self-importance...

..of righteousness.

The simple fact is everyone, every one
of them,

is just in it for themselves.

I didn't pick a side.

I just realised that if I don't look
out for me, who will?

- Seems like you did pick a side.

Helping bad people do bad things makes
you bad, too.

It seems simple to me.

- If I didn't get them the device,
they'd just send someone else,

and someone else after that.

You're an extraordinary person,
George,

and I'm an extraordinary shot.

You will stay here until we're safely
away...

..won't you?

- What the devil was all that about?
- PRIVATE CRAIG: Sorry, sir.

- Where's my daughter? Where's George?

- TIMMY BARKS

- George!
- Timmy!

- George!

- Who's a good boy?

About the device...
- Never mind about the device.

- There's no U-boat. What are you
talking about?

- You just missed it.

- Do you think this is some kind of
joke, child?

- I thank you not to talk to my
daughter that way.

- What happened to the engine?

- You mean this engine?

I thought...
- You weren't the only one.

- I wasn't sure it was going to work.

- Neither was I.

- UNCLE QUENTIN CHUCKLES

- I'm not saying I condone taking
those types of risks,

but swapping out the typewriter for
the device,

deliberately getting caught to make
her feel like she's in control?

It's a clever plan.

Dangerous, so don't you ever scare me
like that again.

- LAUGHING:
- But...clever!

- Oh.

- All's well that ends well, eh?

- Thanks to these remarkable children.

- I assume we're free to go, now that
you have my machine.

- We could use a mind like yours in
our division.

- Well, that's my brother's world, not
mine.

I'd rather be home with my family.

- Suit yourself. Private Craig!

- Sir.

- Hmph. Hold this.

You understand that this is now

the government's proprietary
technology, right?

You are not to make a replica of this
device.

- Scout's honour.

- Very well.

- What exactly is "haggis, neeps and
tatties"?

- Ah. Turnips is neeps,

and haggis is made from sh... Hmm.

- Sheep's stomachs with other sheep
organs stuffed inside.

- Please tell me he's lying.

- BOTH:
- He's not lying.
- Hmm.

THEY LAUGH

- Why send a U-boat to steal a
typewriter?

I mean, it was good, but it wasn't
that good.

- The whole thing's absurd, if you ask
me.

- By the way, Dad, you might owe that
man some money for his typewriter.

- What?!

How much was it?
- Only £87.

- Wha...? How much?!

- Hang on a second...

- THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE

WATER SPLASHES