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Having just thwarted another dastardly
scheme, Foxman and Beaver are about to

discover there is no such thing as a
rest for the wicked.

Yes, Commissioner?

I see.

Right away.

Our next mission. The minx has set her
sights on the Darlington Ruby in

Cotswolds. The Cotswolds are in England.

Holy tea and strawberry scones, Foxman.

Tally -ho, beaver, it's off to Blighty
we go.

To the fox plane at once.

All of my dreams are about to come true.

Mason, you are a lucky man, Norman. I
wish we could watch. No, Sam.

Foxman has to be serious.

Like the comics.

It's hilarious, sorry.

Thanks, Sawyer.

Writer, producer, narrator, and for this
special episode, director.

It sure is great to see some British
fans. Norman Morley, Albion Bugle. I'm

covering the sheet.

I was wondering if my police friends
here could... Oh, sure. Stick around.

You can enjoy the stunt and the craft
services.

We've hired in some authentic local
cuisine, just like your mum makes.

Thank you, Mr. Sir.

Oh, Mr. Hyde. I watch you every week.

Often. How about a picture?

Anything for an English rose.

Let's make this a whole lot better.

You just can't help yourself, can you?

I thought we were supposed to be best
friends.

A thousand apologies.

Never again will I entrust my life into
your wayward hands, sister.

Folksman fans, are we? Hello, Sam.

We're here on convent business.

It is a matter of the utmost importance.

Will someone get me out of this
contraption?

Hello, sir.

Look. Sergeant Livingston, as you missed
breakfast, you may help yourselves.

Oh, actually, no, we've already eaten.

But I've made a fox cake.

You didn't use actual fox, did you?

I never reveal my ingredients.

You Brits. You know, you really do have
the most captivating look.

Do I?

Oh, really?

What about my look?

Ah, I can't thank you enough for sharing
your home with us, my lord. My dear

father was a fan. He'd be very proud.

Ah, of her mother.

Lord Sedgwick, I wear it at your
earliest convenience.

Of course.

Camilla Casimir.

Icon.

Glamour purse.

Goddess of the silver screen.

You're probably wondering why I've
lowered myself to this.

Because you're broke.

No one else will hire you.

Says the man who is typecast as a fox.

Well, I sure love having you as our
special guest villain.

We all know why that is, don't we,
darling?

Well, aren't you just delicious?

clumsy oaf.

This waste of skin is Jane.

She's my stunt double in general dog's
body.

Thank you.

She can manage.

Jane, come.

Thank you.

All right, folks. Let's get set up for
the first scene.

Gentlemen. What can I do for you? We
have received information that a

villainess intends to steal the
Darlington ruby.

She's known as the minx. Cat burglar who
will stop at nothing to get her

claws... To get her claws into some of
the most precious jewels in the world.

Well, how utterly bizarre.

Perhaps you can tell me more over tea.

Could you inform my butler?

I must confess to finding an excuse for
us to be alone.

Then you felt it too. Yes.

An attraction so irresistible, so
electric.

I can't, can't, can't. I can't. I'm
sorry. I just can't. Camilla,

dear, I need the romance.

Well, then I'll do it with a look.

I do have standards.

Well, the minx doesn't. Oh, oh, hang on
a second. Jane, darling, Siggy.

Now, if it were being played by someone
more foxy, like him, I wouldn't even

have to act.

Camilla, I'm not sure this is a good
idea. I have just taken a call from...

asthma. Boo -hoo.

Just go and rehearse the stunt, you
insufferable worm.

I have...

Had enough of this.

Who is this old penguin?

Now, just a minute. Steady on. I am no
more a penguin than your sister is a

worm. You are nothing but a diva. A
puffed up, preening, egomaniac has been.

Camilla.

It's Inspector Gillespie. Sam.

I just wanted to check you were all
right. Oh, please, come in.

You must think I'm pathetic.

No, not at all.

You must be very strong to tolerate that
sister of yours.

Between you and I, I have an escape
plan.

I've been taking acting lessons.

Oh, yes?

I mean, Camilla can never find out, but
maybe...

In a few years' time, if things work
out, I could leave her.

Well, maybe you don't need to wait that
long.

Darling.

Oh, hello.

Darling, I've been beastly.

Can you ever forgive me?

I know you don't mean it.

I'll leave you both to it. Thank you for
taking care of my sister.

Maybe later I could take care of you
too.

I don't think so.

Goodbye, Jane.

To what do I owe... The conference roof
is in dire need of repairs. A complete

refurbishment is needed.

Oh.

Sounds expensive.

Lord Sedgwick.

You are the new landlord. It is your
responsibility.

Which I cherish just as much as my
father did.

He so loved the nuns.

And you, of course. And I of him, God
rest his soul.

But, I want you to know, he left me in a
bit of a pickle.

Heaving debts and bad investments.

Lord Cedric, St. Vincent's is a house of
God. These repairs are urgent.

Then this foxman fee has come at
precisely the right time.

When filming is complete, the rather
sizable sum will be all yours.

Thank you, Lord Sedgwick. My pleasure.

It's, uh... It's what Father would have
wanted.

Catch me if you can, box man.

And cut.

Just swell, Camilla.

After lunch, when we have everything
secured, Jane will escape out this

thwarting our heroic duo.

Aren't you quite sure this is safe?

Yes. It looks very dangerous.

It'll be triple checked.

Even so, you're really brave, Jane.

Fearless, I'd say.

Except that I'm doing this one.

What?

She's made up her mind. The penguin was
right. I was a diva earlier, mea culpa.

So I'm not putting Jane through the
stress of it all. You don't want her

all the glory.

I can't let you do it.

You're our star.

You said yourself it's infallible.

Besides, with me, you'll get a better
performance.

Think of the close -ups.

If you insist.

All right, everybody, that's lunch.

And then it's time to make some magic.

Ah, there you are.

A word, if I may. Oh, Lordy, with
pleasure.

See you all later.

Oh, Wally?

Yes, Miss Catherine McMull?

I have a little exclusive for you.

A nice, juicy one.

I see you have multiple cameras in
place.

Yes, sister.

This way I can capture all the angles I
need in one take. How fascinating.

Thank you for earlier, Sam.

You're welcome.

Jane, I'm not so sure about this.

You'll be fine, I promise.

If I so much as break a nail, I'll have
your guts for garters.

Perhaps you were right about leaving.

Why wait?

All right, everyone, forward take.

And action.

The ruby is within my grasp.

Farewell, my furry friends.

Will our heroes ever catch up with this
dastardly minx?

Holy minx on a rope, Foxman.

Nothing can stop me now.

What a way to go.

Immortalized on film.

Well, not quite in the way she'd have
hoped for.

Well, let's keep this under wraps for
now.

Button, talk to Norman, and we're going
to need the footage from those cameras.

Sir. Sister.

Afraid ends.

Well, I think it's safe to assume this
was sabotage.

But who'd want to kill such a lovely
person?

But the rope, it was checked right after
Camilla said yes to the stunt.

Well, given the position of the break,
it must have been damaged up there.

Therefore, whoever was in this room in
the lunch break could well be our

Most curious.

These abrasions are new.

But what caused them?

And who?

Shouldn't we consider the person I was
supposed to do the stunt in the first

place?

It should have been me.

I should have insisted on doing it.

Why did Camilla decide to do the stunt
herself?

I told her about my acting lessons after
we talked. And I think,

bizarre as it may sound, she felt
threatened.

She was somewhat irrational.

Do you know of anyone who might have
wanted to kill your sister?

Not kill her, no.

And yourself?

All the time.

She was my sister.

Was my sister.

And I loved her, I did.

Our mother forced her to be a star.

I... was the one who was able to have a
childhood. And she... Camilla was only

like that because she was so damaged.

I can only hope that now she's at peace.

Thank you, Jane.

Please, can't you do this?

With Sister Boniface on the case, I have
no doubt.

What a way for it all to end. End?

Can't you just recast the minks?

Reshoot her scenes?

The insurance won't pay out as it's not
an accident, and the studio aren't going

to spend another dime on this episode.
They're furious.

Well, the whole show is over, just like
my career.

If I might interject, why not make some
other episodes?

Somebody won't sign another contract.

Wonder why that is.

According to the studio, there is no
Foxman without Brett Hyde. No more

episodes.

Son. Right, yes, we need to know where
you all were over lunch.

Someone here may well be responsible.

We've spoken to all of them now. None of
them have a convincing alibi.

What about the rope, sister?

Well, so far, all I have is a faint
smell of mint.

Mint? No, Peggy!

Oh, dear.

The precise location and quantity of the
water is somewhat unpredictable.

So I see.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sarge.

I thought we should see this sister.

I found it in Camilla's room.

I don't think you'll be able to read
much.

Looks like gum.

Au contraire, Peggy dear.

Behold, Loretta the liquid nitrogen.

Oh, I've also found what look like props
from the show in her suitcase.

Oh, how peculiar.

Voila.

Oh, fish bums.

When is the roof being repaired?

At this rate, never.

Lord Sedgwick was relying on finishing
the filming to fund the repairs.

Lord knows what we're going to do now.

Was he really?

I might have an idea then.

Now, what have we here?

A memo from our director.

Most illuminating.

Yes, it's true.

I wondered her gone.

She was a nightmare. You saw that for
yourself.

So this written warning had no effect?

She didn't care.

So I complained to her agent.

Turns out I was the only one stupid
enough to employ her.

The studio refused to recast her. So you
took matters into your own hands?

You don't really think... You're the one
that gave Camilla permission to do the

stunt.

This last episode would have taken us to
the magic number for syndication.

The residuals would have been... Eye
-watering. I wouldn't risk that.

Now everybody loses big.

Sir, unless... Sister?

Yes, um, well, something struck me
earlier.

All you need to continue with the
filming is someone with acting aptitude

looks exactly like Camilla.

She's good, isn't she?

Hank, my sister has just plummeted to
death in front of my very eyes.

It has to be a no.

Perhaps something good could come out of
this tragedy.

The career you said you wanted.

But I could never.

Out of respect for Camilla, maybe this
is a way to honour your sister. How

I ever hold my own with a professional
actor?

They'd be gentle.

As would I.

What if I was the intended target of the
stunt?

Unlikely. The rope was compromised after
Camilla announced.

I could be your personal bodyguard.

You would?

Just one scene.

If you hate it, we shut down production
for good. But if it works, your sister's

last role will be seen by the world.

Now, wouldn't that be...

A fitting tribute.

Any last words, my little beaver?

You won't get away with this.

I'm already half!

Start the gas, boys.

Will the minx's killer gas wipe out our
beloved beaver?

Tune in after these messages to find
out.

You were wonderful.

You really think so?

I will carry on, but no stunts.

Not a problem.

Let's pick it up, people.

And action.

Take these.

Dirty killer gas pills, Foxman.

The lynx is getting away.

We'll stop her. And now we have the
advantage.

That will be her folly. Cut.

Well, can't help himself.

No wonder the show's ending.

Hey. Sorry.

Holy fuck, suspect, sister.

The abrasions on the chair's long.

I take it that you sat down there at
lunchtime without your tail.

Guilty as charged.

But I... but I couldn't.

The sister mentioned Camilla was giving
something to the press about you,

something juicy.

I went up there to beg her to keep quiet
about... during our scene earlier.

Camilla felt this.

My.

Well, yes, it is nothing to be ashamed
of when your costume is so... fitted.

What's the point of staying in shape
when it's all ending anyway?

So she was going to humiliate you? Yes.

But I would never kill for that.

You gotta believe me.

Where is the real Lady Darlington?

Where you'll never, where you'll never
find her. And don't think that just

because I find you extremely attractive,
I...

I won't kill you.

I can't do this. No, you're doing really
well.

It just feels wrong to benefit from her
demise.

Added to which I feel relieved.

She can't hurt me anymore.

But someone here might be out to get me.

I'll never let anyone hurt you.

While you're here, Amy.

You make me feel so safe, Sam.

And secure.

I don't know what I would...

The

footage is back from the lab, sir.

Good man.

If you'll excuse me.

on well with Jane, I see.

Huh?

I'm supporting a grieving woman.

And perhaps getting her the roof.

Shall we watch this thing? Oh, yes,
indeed.

Well, most fortuitously, we found some
test footage of the window during the

lunch break.

Peggy, lights, please.

I know exactly who that is.

It's my property. I'm not allowed to go
where I please.

Although you denied it earlier, my lord.

Yes, well, I thought it might look
suspicious.

I merely went in to retrieve my precious
possessions.

For what reason?

I knew that insufferable woman was going
to be tramping through the room. This

morning she broke a mean vase in her
bedroom and I confronted her. She had

cheek to demand a replacement.

Well, I take it you can claim it on
insurance?

I'm ashamed to say it has lapsed.

A few liquidity problems.

Speaking of which, I have an appointment
with my accountant, so if you're quite

finished... Sam, Hank says he's
delighted with my performance. You're a

Jane. I can't believe I'm getting away
with it.

Well done.

I'll see you both tomorrow.

Sam, the thing is, I don't think I can
be on my own.

Well, I suppose I could stand guard
outside your room.

That really was rather wonderful.

Well, I've never had any complaints
before.

You were sensational.

I don't know what came over me.

without you.

Just remember me when you're a big
Hollywood star.

I could never forget you, Sam.

Round two?

I thought you'd never ask.

Rise and shine, everyone, for the last
day of Foxmen ever.

Get help!

Now!

Right, Peggy, you go with Sam and you
guard him.

With my life, Sarge.

I'm going to need you to tell me exactly
what happened.

Sam was...

In my room, when someone tried to open
the door, when he went out to see who it

was, I heard a thud.

By the time I got there, it was...

You may well have been the target all
along, Jane.

And Sam got in the way.

Right, well, I shall be your protection
now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Sam's going to be... He will be.

And mark my word, I will uncover whoever
is responsible.

Any word on the inspector?

People.

Unconscious.

As well as can be expected.

We should pray for him at Vespers.

Thank you, Mother.

I hope you are progressing.

No joy with the substance in the rope.

But I have found a sticky residue on
this cloth, which was used as the

Which is?

Glycerine, glucose, and rubber polymer.

Sticky, sweet, and stretchy.

Oh, bubble gum.

Bubble gum?

My Mimeno from the show.

Which went missing.

Why would I hit him?

Jealousy? Your bubble gum was on the
memo found in Camilla's room.

Ah, right.

You were intimate?

Since the studio sessions at Elstree.

It ended yesterday.

When she met Inspector Gillespie?

Said she wasn't interested in boys
anymore.

She wanted a real man.

Well, that must have hurt somewhat.

It did.

I had a thing for her.

So you see, I... I could never kill her.

I doubt it's a coincidence that the man
who stole her affections is now in

hospital. You had motive for the murder
and the assault.

But you can't prove either, sister.

I'm expecting you back at the Seaview
this evening, Inspector.

But there'll be no special treatment.

Although I will allocate an additional
sausage at breakfast.

If you'll only wake up.

Mrs. Clare?

I must get back.

There's been no improvement, sister.

He's going to be all right. Yes, Peggy.

He has to be.

I don't know how much you like a lion.

That's enough now, Sam.

There's a killer on the loose.

I can't do this alone.

I need my friend.

My best friend.

Of course, I have a theory.

I usually do, don't I?

But he, um... He has multiple motives.

And, um, there's the gum residue on the
weapon.

But, um... Gum.

Oh, the mint on the rim.

Well, looky here.

The glittering prize is all mine.

It's the end for you, Fox Mav.

But first...

You. You.

What? Did you really believe that I was
the lady of the manor? Then where is the

real Lady Darlington? Where you will
never find her. And don't think that

because I find you extremely attractive,
I won't kill you.

Not as much.

Beaver!

Beaver!

the box, man.

And cut.

Were we really that bad?

No, it's just that was our last ever
fight scene.

All thanks to Brett.

You still don't get it, do you?

It's all your fault.

Well, I think you'll find he's the one
not renewing his contract. Mr. North,

we need to have a word.

Any news on Sam?

Yes, at the hospital, Dave.

Telephoned. He's showing signs of
improvement.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Fudge -breezing cream.

Not a speck of gum of any kind, Leonard.

Mint and tar.

A confounding combination.

What I really need is some kind of
culprit -reveal computer.

The Fox Clue corporate reveal computer
at your disposal, sister.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, how very great.

You've got to remember, sister, that
whilst you fight crime, it's important

have a little fun.

I don't understand.

Observe the fox using.

This dance.

All you need, sister, is one little
deductive push.

Oh.

Bingo. How could I not see it, Leonard?

It all fits.

My actress for the last scene has come
down with food poisoning.

I don't suppose you're of the show
business persuasion.

Voilà. Come with me.

We rehearsed this, Mr. North.

Perhaps,

on occasion, I may have hogged the
limelight. Too little, too late,

Walt.

It's impossible.

Where's Jane?

I don't know. Why? Is she in danger?

We need to go to the hospital. Now.

Dear Sam, this is such a shame.

Such a waste.

Because you really are so very good
looking.

We had fun, didn't we, darling?

But I'm afraid I just can't let you keep
on breathing.

Not when you know my little secret.

Can you unlock the door, please?

I don't know what... The door must be
jammed. You can see the door is locked.

I assume you're back to finish what you
started.

Because Sam discovered the truth, didn't
he?

Everything all right, darling?

Darling?

You smoke in there?

Yes.

I do, now and again.

Can it be our little secret?

But your asthma... Is so much better.

That's not you, is it?

Camilla?

How ridiculous.

No, I'd better be going.

Don't be so ridiculous. I could never
hurt Sam or anyone.

Then open the door.

I can't.

I assume that you sabotaged the stunt
after you met Walt in the attic, leaving

traces of your mantle cigarettes on the
roof.

This is fantasy.

But why kill your sister?

My theory is that Hank's complaint was
the final straw.

The call Jane mentioned.

Was it perhaps from your agent dropping
you?

That news must have been devastating.

So with no one to hire you, you decided
to play a new role.

To give your career one last chance.

Playing Jane.

was the dreariest role I have ever had.

Whatever evidence is needed, I'm an
exceptional actress.

Yes, yes, but why did Jane agree to play
you?

I overheard her talking to Sam.

So I made her a proposition.

But you can't act.

We know that for a fact.

Well, perhaps I can if you would only
let me.

Maybe I can have a career.

Now that yours is over.

Over? The call was from your agent,
severing all ties.

He said that no one would touch you now.

Not even with a barge pole.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we give you a little test?

And if you pass, I'll let you go.

And I'll give you enough money to get
back on your feet.

How does that sound, darling? That would
be wonderful, dear sister.

All you have to do is convince everyone
when you're doing the stunt that you're

me.

Do you think you could do that, darling?

Oh, I think that would be easy.

She was going to leave me.

She was going to trade on my face and my
career. How dare she?

Look, it's over. It's over. Just open
the door, give yourself up, and the

will be lenient. Oh, do you really think
so?

Yes, yes.

Camilla, you could turn things around.

Oh, claptrap! If I'm going down for one,
I may as well go down for two.

Time for my big finish.

I'll get the door.

No.

Quick. She's getting away. She's wearing
sway.

Hi. Hi.

I'm arresting you for the murder of Jane
Cavamore.

Sam. Sir.

We did it.

We saved the day. Yes.

You're real heroes.

She's right. We are the best.

It's just a shame all this has to end.

Well, if things could change, if we had
a more equal footing and equal billing.

Oh, gee.

Yeah.

That's wonderful news.

Can someone tell me how this story ends?

If the minx was playing Lady Darlington,
then where's the real one?

Can you hear that, Beaver?

Oh, thought you'd never find me.

Thank goodness.

You're alive.

However... Your precious ruby is nowhere
to be seen.

After Commissioner tipped me off, I took
the liberty of having a copy made.

Popped it in the safe. Ingenious.

Then the last laugh is on the minx.

Time to return to the land of the free,
Foxman.

To the fox plane, Beaver.

Our fight against crime will never be
over.

And that concludes our Great British
Tale.

Until next time, Fox fans, and cut!

That's a wrap, everyone, but only for
now.

Which is all down to me, actually.

I can actually see the funny side in
Foxman.

Oh, I'm glad, Sarge. What a perfect
slice of silliness it is.

Right. Shall we?

Yes, Lord Sedgwick.

The good news is I can now cover your
repairs.

I take it that is some bad news?

My father's investments have taken a
further tumble.

It pains me to say this, but if things
don't improve in the next few months, my

only option is to... Not sentences?

It would break my heart to sell the
convent, but I may have no choice.

My community would be broken up,
scattered all over the country.

I will fight with every folly bit of my
being to keep you in your rightful

place. Thank you, Lord Sedgwick. I'm
sure you'll do all you can.

Oh, I would appreciate it if you
would...

Keep this eventuality to yourself. I
wouldn't want to worry the sisters

unnecessarily. Of course, Reverend
Mother, you have my word.

And... I'll pray for you.

I have faith that everything is going to
turn out just fine.