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(groovy music)

(pleasant music)

♪ Son of god love's pure light ♪

♪ Glory beams from thy holy face ♪

♪ With the dawn of redeeming grace ♪

♪ Christ the savior is born ♪

♪ Christ the savior is born ♪

- That was fine, and now if you will turn to page 28.

- Excuse me, reverend but it's getting pretty late.

- Speak up man, you know I'm a little bit deaf.

- It's nearly 10.

- 10?

No, no page 28. - The time.

- Oh, 10 o'clock, yes.

Well, thank you gentlemen.

I'll expect you on Wednesday.

- Goodnight reverend.

- Goodnight.

Professor McClaine, could I have a word?

- Of course.

- Professor, I must thank you for coming tonight,

and your son of course.

Will you be staying long in the village?

- Oh just a few days, I expect.

Vicar, I understand the choir was much bigger before--

- What, before?

- Before the church gained the reputation

for being haunted.

- Haunted?

Absolute nonsense.

The villagers are a superstitious lot.

They say they hear the bells ring

when no one's around.

Rather strange noises and ghostly shapes, all nonsense.

Take my word for it.

(bell tolls)

(bell tolls)

- Good morning Sam.

- Morning Mac.

Did you find out anything at the church last night?

- Not really, reverend Shepherd seems harmless enough.

- Hm, well let's go up to your room

and see how Joe's making out with the brain pattern

of a world bank vice president.

It shouldn't take him long.

(pleasant music)

Hi Joe, what's the verdict?

- Well it's a perfect forgery, Sam.

- Perfect Joe? - Yes perfect.

The reason's simple.

This 10 dollar bill has been printed

from the original plates.

- Then how'd you know it's a forgery Joe?

- Well, under this microscope it is possible

to establish it was printed inside the last two weeks,

but the last official printing was 17 years ago.

The plates were then supposedly destroyed in a fire.

There was an investigation at the time, of course

but the file was closed.

In a couple of months when the ink ages,

it will be impossible to distinguish one of these notes

from the real thing.

- Then those plates weren't really destroyed in the fire.

- That's right, Sam.

- I'm beginning to realize the need for secrecy.

If these forgeries are undetectable,

it could play havoc with our monetary system.

But I can hardly believe

the reverend Shepherd is mixed up in this.

- Well he paid $100 in forged bills into the bank.

Where'd he get 'em?

- Well I suggest the easiest way to find out

is to go and ask him.

(pleasant music)

(knocking)

Reverend Shepherd, anyone around?

Reverend Shepherd.

- Hm, did someone call?

- Over here sir.

- Ah, professor McClaine and Joe.

Come in, come in please.

How nice to see you.

- May I introduce an old friend of mine?

Sam Loover. - Reverend.

- How are you?

Well, so glad you've dropped in.

I was watering my florina minoris.

- Yes, well they make a wonderful show.

- Oh shocking.

It's the central heating that brings them out you know?

- I beg your pardon?

- Green fly, covered in them.

- So I'd like you to look at this bill.

It's one of 10 you paid into the bank,

and well I'm afraid it's a forgery.

- This is unexpected.

Most kind.

The church restoration fund is doing rather well lately.

- No sir, I don't think you quite understand--

- Certainly, I'll give you a receipt.

Down to expenses, what?

(chuckles) Yes I know.

I understand.

- Just hold on.

- Well, would anyone like a cup of tea?

This way, gentlemen.

Do you realize this time next week,

we'll all be sleeping off our Christmas dinner.

- I told you Sam, the idea that that man

is a criminal, a forger, it's ludicrous.

- I don't know Mac, there's something going on

at that church, and he won't convince me

he knows nothing about it.

(eerie music)

(bell tolls)

- Anyone around up there?

- What do you think?

No one would come within a mile of this place at night.

- The perfect setup.

Who would think of looking for us

in the crypt of the church?

You done a great job wiring up the place, Mason.

- It'll do.

It's convinced all the villagers

the place is haunted.

They stay in their beds these nights.

- You'll pay for this, Mason.

- Shut up.

Remember we're holding old Thomas over there as hostage.

You just keep playing it our way,

and he stays alive.

(ominous music)

- Clem Mason, the wandering son

who returned to rest in the village of his birth

in the good earth of his forefathers.

Mason?

- Does it mean anything to you uncle Sam?

- Not really, but I think we ought to

go and see the vicar again.

I still reckon he's hiding something.

- Clouds look heavy enough.

We could have a white Christmas.

♪ Good king Wenceslaus looked out ♪

(humming)

- Stay here and keep quiet.

(humming)

- Yes, we may be lucky.

(humming)

(clicks, pops)

- Oh hello Mr. Loover.

How are you?

- Fine, fine.

- The revolver under your coat,

it's a 43 caliber rapid fire Jager if I'm not mistaken.

- How in tarnation?

- It's a hobby of mine.

The safety catch has a very distinctive click.

- You heard me flick the catch?

- Of course, that's why I didn't jump

when you fired that blank.

Let me see, that particular gun

is issued to MI6,

the world intelligence network and Interpol.

Which are you?

- I think we'd better have a long talk, padre.

- Why don't we all go into the house?

Gentlemen, I think it's time we put our cards on the table.

- [Sam] Yes vicar.

- Well Mr. Loover, will you start?

- All right, one.

The plates used to print counterfeit 10 dollar bills

were not destroyed in Washington seven years ago.

Two, I'm convinced they're hidden in or around your church.

Three, according to the immigration authorities,

you were in Washington

at precisely the right time 17 years ago.

And four, you need money

to save your church from falling down.

It's riddled with dry rot.

A lot of money, 10,000 pounds.

Just how far will you go to get it?

- A fair question.

I was in Washington 17 years ago.

- You don't deny it?

- How could he, Mac?

He went to bring home the body of a man

who wanted to be buried in the village he was from.

It's fully documented, Clem Mason.

We saw his grave this morning.

- Correction, his real name as Carlo Massoni.

- Carlo Massoni?

Why he had a finger in every racket on the western seaboard.

- There's a man called Mason in the village now.

- Yes Joe, that's Carlo Massoni's nephew.

- Then it's all beginning to fall into place.

Somehow the plates must have been smuggled into the country.

The coffin.

They could have been in the coffin.

- That's it.

I'll pick up Mason.

Give me an hour, he'll talk.

We can sew the whole thing up by tonight.

You've been very silly, padre.

You should have told us everything.

You could be charged as an accessory.

- There was a reason.

- [Mac] What was that, vicar?

- They're holding old Thomas the verger as hostage.

Mason says he will kill him at the first sign of trouble,

and I know he means it.

- This is why you've kept up the pretense of being deaf.

- Yes, that way it avoided answering embarrassing questions.

- Mm, we may be able to work something out.

What do you think Sam?

- It's possible, but we'll need your help padre.

(eerie music)

- Constable Lumex! - Who's that?

Oh it's you, vicar.

You gave me a bit of a turn.

- I'm sorry Logan, listen officer.

I want you to be at the end of the road

to the church at midnight.

- Oh I don't know about that, vicar.

- Good, I knew I could rely on you, Logan.

- Lewis is the name, sir.

And about midnight--

- You've got it, sergeant.

Good man, and if you see anything

unusual around the church, don't worry.

Just stay at your post.

- Unusual?

- Yes yes it is turning colder.

Goodnight to you.

- Goodnight.

I say vicar!

Deaf as a post.

(bell tolls)

Something unusual, the vicar said.

(eerie music)

- Well in four hours we'll have

six million dollars, every bill perfect.

You collected all the gadgets?

- Yes, tower bells have rung for the last time.

(bell tolls)

- Stop the press, listen.

It's the bell, someone's in the church.

- I'll go and check.

(bell tolls)

(eerie music)

- [Man] Mason.

Mason.

This is your uncle, Carlo Massoni.

- Who, who's there?

Who is it?

It's a trick.

(organ music)

(screeching)

- You have desecrated my memory.

An angel will come to vent his anger at this sacrilege.

(booming)

(screeching)

- Ah Logan. - Oh vicar.

- You weren't leaving were you officer?

- I'm just a policeman, vicar

and these things going on down at your church,

well it's unnatural.

- Don't worry, constable.

The lord moves in mysterious ways.

- What's wrong?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

- Maybe I have.

I don't know, I'm scared.

I'm getting out.

- Pull yourself together.

- Up there, listen. (bell tolls)

There's the bell again!

- You stupid fool, it's some kind of trick.

This'll take care of your ghost, come on.

Bring Thomas.

- Joe, they're coming out of the crypt.

Mason has Thomas covered with a gun

but he looks pretty scared.

- Right, I'm ready.

- Remember Joe, they're armed so be careful.

- I reckon they'll be so scared they won't shoot straight.

- Good luck Joe. - Thanks.

(eerie music)

- Nothing, no bell, no voice, no ghost.

- I didn't imagine it, I didn't!

- Yeah yeah, come on let's get back down to the crypt.

- Look!

It's the angel, he's coming to take his revenge.

- Mason, Mason, come back here!

(harp music)

(gunfire)

- This is Carlo Massoni.

I will be avenged.

(gunfire)

- No no no no!

(pleasant music)

- There you are padre,

reward for the recovery of the plates, 8,000 pounds.

- I don't know what to say.

- I understood Interpol were also offering a reward.

2,000 pounds, wasn't it?

So, that makes 10,000 pounds.

A nice, round figure.

- Well I don't think I can--

- Come on, you can collect it from Interpol, Sam.

- Go on, uncle Sam.

It's Christmas.

- All right Joe, 10,000.

- Well reverend, it's time for the Christmas carol service.

I hear the whole village is in the church.

- Tell me one thing, how did your son Joe

gain the knowledge and experience

to fly with a power pack?

- The lord moves in mysterious ways.

(laughing)

♪ Born to give them second birth ♪

♪ Hark the herald angels sing ♪

♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪

(pleasant music)