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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 up to Blighty we go. To the fox plane at once.

All of my dreams are about to come true.

You are a lucky man, Norman. I wish we could watch.

No, Sam.

Boxman has to be serious.

Heard the comment.

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 shoot. I was wondering if

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. Thorne.

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

Often. How about a pitcher?

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...

We would have, 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?

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.

For a mother.

Lord Sandwick, I wear it at your earliest convenience.

Of course.

Camilla Catamon.

Icon.

Glamour puss.

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?

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

nefarious... Villaneth intends to steal the Darlington ruby.

She's known as the mink.

Cap 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...

For us to be alone.

Then you felt it too.

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. Whoa, whoa.

Hang on a second. Jane, darling, Ziggy.

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

have to act.

Camilla, I thought this was a good idea. I have just taken a call from... My

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.

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.

The convent roof is in dire need of repairs. A complete refurbishment is

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 to know.

He left me in a bit of a pickle.

Heaving debts and bad investments.

Lord Hedwig, St. Vincent 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 secure, Jane will escape out this

thwarting our heroic duo.

Aren't you quite sure this is safe?

Yes. It looked 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 forgotten.

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!

Woo -hoo -hoo -hoo!

Nothing can stop me now.

What a way to go.

Immortalised 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 respond.

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 who 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.

I loved her, I did.

Our mother fought her to be a star.

was the one who was able to have a childhood, and she... Camilla was only

that because she was so damaged.

I can only hope to marry her, please.

Thank you, Jane.

Please, can't you do this?

With Mr. Bonifaz on the case, I have no doubt.

What a way for it all to end. End?

Can't he 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.

So, 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, and none of them have a convincing alibi.

What's about the rope, sister?

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

Mint? No, Peggy!

Oh, dear.

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

Oh, I see.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sarge.

I, uh, thought we should see this sister.

I owned 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.

I've also found what looked like props from the show in her suitcase.

How peculiar.

Voila.

Oh, system.

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.

Really?

I might have an idea then.

Hang on, what have we here?

A memo from our director.

Most illuminating.

Yes, it's true.

I wanted 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 feel... 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.

Is that unless... This is the... 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 never hold my own with professional actors?

They'd be gentle.

As would I.

What if I were the intended target of the stunt?

Unlikely. The rope was compromised after Camilla announced... I could be your

personal bodyguard.

You would?

Just one thing.

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've already had.

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.

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

That will be her folly.

Cut.

Walt can't help himself.

No wonder the show's ending.

Hey, Walt.

Sorry.

Holy fuck, that's my sister.

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.

Am I?

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've got to 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... It feels wrong to benefit from her demise.

Added to which I feel...

Relieved. She can't hurt me anymore.

But someone here might be able to get me.

I'll never let anyone hurt you.

While you're here, I mean.

You make me feel so safe now.

And secure.

I don't know what I would...

The footage is back from the lab, sir.

Good man.

If you'll excuse me.

Pressing on well with Jane, I see.

Huh?

I'm supporting a grieving woman.

Then perhaps give me 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'll have to go, all right, 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 cramping through the room. This

morning she broke a ling 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, thank goodness he's delighted with my performance.

You're a natural, 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 tonight.

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

Wonderful. Well, I've never had any complaints before.

You were sensational.

I don't know what came over me.

I wouldn't be doing any of this without you.

Just remember me when you were 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 Foxman ever.

Get help!

Now!

Right, Peggy, you go and tell them when you've got 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, he was...

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

And Sam got him away.

Right, well, I shall be your protection now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I just hope that Sam's going to be... He will be.

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

any word on the inspector.

Unconscious.

As well as contagious.

We should report him at best.

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

I hope you are progressing.

No joy with the substance on the road.

But, um,

I have found a sticky residue on this cloth, which was used as a weapon.

Which is?

Glycerine, glucose, and rubber polymer.

Sticky, sweet, and stretchy.

Oh, bubblegum.

Bubblegum?

I'm the meadow from the show.

Which went missing.

Why would I hit him?

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

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 affection is now in

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

But you can't prove either, sister.

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. Graham?

I must get back.

There's been no improvement, Sister.

He is 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?

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

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

But, um... Gum.

The mint on the rim.

Well, looky here.

The glittering prize is all mine.

It's the end for you, Fox Mavs.

But first...

It's

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.

Thought as much.

Beaver!

Beaver!

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, I have.

The hospital, they telephoned.

He's showing signs of improvement.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Fudge -freezing cream.

Not a speck of gum of any kind, Lenneth.

Meat and tar.

A confounding combination.

What I really need is some kind of corporate reveal computer.

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

Oh.

Thank you very much.

Oh, how very groovy.

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, use me.

This dance, all you need, sister, is one little deductive.

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.

Voila. Come with me.

We rehearsed this, Mr. North.

Perhaps, on occasion, I may

have hogged the limelight. Too little, too late, Walt.

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.

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, ain't that?

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.

after you met Walt in the attic.

Leaving traces of your mental cigarettes on the rope.

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.

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.

No!

Time for my big finish.

Leave her alone!

I'll get the door!

No!

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

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

Sam! Sir!

We did it.

We saved the day. Yes.

Your real heroes.

She's right. We are the best.

If this is shame, all this has to end.

Well, if things could change, if we had them all 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?

Thought you'd never find me.

Thank goodness.

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 minks.

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

Foxplane 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.

I can actually see the funny side in Poxman now.

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 recover your repairs.

I take it there 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 Fenton.

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

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

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

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 system unnecessarily. Of course, Reverend

have my word.

And I'll pray for you.

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