Original subtitles

Oh, is that the police?

We've got someone here you might be interested in.

I think we just foiled a robbery.

Feathers McGraw, you have been found guilty of the attempted robbery of the

Diamond. If not for the actions of two upstanding citizens, you would have

succeeded in your wicked plan.

Therefore, it is the decision of this court that for the rest of your natural

life, you be removed to a high security institution.

There's no escape from here.

Don't even think about it.

Another great day of inventing beckons.

Oh, top dog.

Here we go.

Away.

Oh, lovely.

Go!

Look after me, lad.

Cracking toast, Gromit.

Dear, more bills?

Inventing doesn't come cheap, does it?

Maybe I'm just making too many gadgets.

Oh, don't worry, lad.

We'll think of something.

You look like you need a good pat.

Come here.

That's it, lad.

My new pat -o -matic will oblige.

And if you think that's progress, wait till you see the next thing I'm working

on.

Coming through.

Phew. Oh, don't think I haven't noticed, Gromit. You spend ages toiling away in

this garden.

Well, no more.

This is my latest invention.

A smart gnome.

Hi, I'm your nifty, odd -jobbing robot.

Call me Norbot.

Norbot, meet Gromit.

Pleased to meet you, Master Gromit.

He's very friendly.

Steady on, Norbot.

Well, go on, Chuck.

Why don't you put him through his little paces?

He's voice activated.

A bit shy, are we? All right.

Norbot? Make Gromit's garden neat and tidy.

Neat and tidy.

Yes, Mr Wallace.

I've pre -programmed him for you, lad.

He's watched every episode of DIY Garden Squad there is.

Only two hours to go and they still haven't got the putty you're down.

Just watch him do all those tedious gardening tasks.

Oh, don't forget the edges.

Scrinner!

Careful, lad.

A little treasure, that one.

Amazing job.

And very convenient.

Well, well.

Looks like you've made the cut, Norbot. Better take a bow.

Bowing.

Bowing again. Where did you get him from? Well, actually, I made him myself.

What fun.

Is he for hire?

Is he for hire?

I need your help.

Not you, lad.

Norbot. Yes, Mr. Wallace.

How may I assist?

Come along, Norbot, lad. We've got work to do.

Right -o, Mr. Wallace.

It's a crime. That's what it is, a crime.

That you and I can't be together.

Not yet, my sweetness.

Soon, though.

I've got a motive.

What? I've just finished my investigation into that missing bike

I've got witness interviews, crime scene reports, full forensics. Booker G. And

I checked the National Bike Saddle Database. There isn't one, apparently.

Booker G. Chief.

How long have you been with us now?

Since 9am this morning, Chief.

Well, you can forget what you've learned at training college. Because at the end

of the day, there's just one thing that matters in this job.

A copper's gut. Copper's gut, sir? Instinct.

The important stuff's not up here.

It's down here.

I've got quite a copper's gut myself, actually.

Oh, I can see that, Chief.

I mean, I didn't mean I can see... it.

Oh, is that Feathers McGraw?

Oh, that.

Well, there you go. A copper's gut.

He stole the blue diamond, right?

Oh, he tried.

but he couldn't escape the long arm of the law.

Oh, yes, I played my part.

Hello, hello, hello.

Oh, is that the police?

The blue diamond ended up back in the museum vault.

I locked it up myself.

Well out of harm's way.

Oh, I'd love to crack a case like that.

You must be dead proud, Chief.

It's not about pride, Muckergy.

It's about duty.

Which is why I've accepted one last task before I hang up my truncheon. Oh? The

new Blue Diamond exhibition.

The diamond's going back on display?

Oh, I've designed all the security arrangements myself.

Foolproof. Yeah.

Well, not unless Feather's cut the hole in that skylight.

Skylight? Or he removes the backplate off the aircon. Er, what?

Oh, actually, he could just get in through the gift shop.

The gift shop?

Look, Feathers isn't going to get in, is he? He's safely banged up in the zoo.

Literally doing bird.

Now, I've got a grand opening to prepare for. So get out there on the beach,

burn some shoe leather.

Yes! I mean, yes, sir.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

That's it, noble.

Make the letters nice and thin.

Oh, that's just smashing.

I think you're going to like this, Robert.

Ta -da!

Ta -da!

Gnome Improvements.

A gnome -based garden and maintenance service.

I told you we'd find a way to pay the bills, lad.

Gnome Bot, haven't you missed something?

Oh, yes, Mr Wallet.

Yeah, very good. Good job, Norbot.

It's Up North News.

Maybe they've heard about our Norbot.

This will be great for publicity.

And now, Up North News, presented by Anton Deck.

Good evening. Now, we've all heard of cutting -edge technology, but how about

cutting -edge?

On your doorstep has more.

Meet Norbot, the latest thing in gnome help.

He's the brainchild of a smart -thinking local inventor.

Oh, smart -thinking.

Oh, thank you very much.

So, Wallace, what can Norbot do around the house?

Oh, well, pretty much everything, Miss Doorstep.

No job. It's too small.

And I have been if he know but I like to trim the hedge.

Artistic. I've been testing him out here in my own garden. And he's done a

cracking job, as you can see.

He certainly seems very user -friendly, to use the jargon.

So what inspired you to create this handy device, Mr. Wallace?

Oh, I've always loved inventing, making things that help people. And Norbot is

so very helpful.

I'd say he's my greatest invention so far.

We charge him up every night, and the next day he's raring to go again.

He seems very obliging.

Oh, whatever your problem, he's the answer.

Well, sounds like this little gnome... It's going to make a huge difference

around here.

This is On Your Doorstep for Up North News.

Cajun's backshot!

Move aside, jailbird.

All clear.

What a deadbeat.

Don't know why everybody thinks he's so clever.

Hey, hi, lad.

See how embracing technology makes our life better?

I mean, thanks to that handy device, we haven't had to use the old teapot for

years. Oh, yes, tech.

That's the thing.

So long as it knows who's boss, of course.

Oh, look at him go.

Ta -da!

A Wallace onesie. Oh, that's champion, that is, Norbot.

A Wallace onesie.

Oh, I think this will fit perfectly.

Perfectly.

Master Gromit.

Nobot, recharge time.

Recharge nearly two percent.

No!

No!

I've told secret files.

Morning, team.

Oh, loads of new messages.

Gnome Improvement, I saw you on the telly. Could Norbot come and mow my new

pond with a stump grained ass? And put one rotty veneer inside my conservatory?

Talk about celebrity, lad. He's a household gnome.

At this rate, we'll need a whole army of Norbots.

Hmm?

Eh?

What on earth is... More robots for Mr. Blimey.

Well,

that is smart.

It's like he knows what we need before we even know ourselves.

For more gnomes, the merrier.

Right, Gromit?

The more gnomes, the merrier.

Mr. White!

What could possibly go wrong?

That's it. Up you go.

A bit of fine tuning.

Oh, that's good.

No need for us to go with them, Gromit. I just track them with my new gnoming

device.

Ah, lovely tea.

All we have to do is sit back... And let the machines take the strain.

Right, Gromit?

Gromit?

Gromit?

Gromit?

I said we don't need to go with them.

Don't you trust my inventions, lad?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Time to unleash the gnomes!

Go! Go! Go! Woo -hoo!

Ha -ha!

Woo -hoo!

Quick!

Yeah!

Quack! Oh, yes.

All present and correct.

Remember, I want you all working like a finely tuned machine.

We come round and pinch your house. We make up quite a mob.

We dig and paint and plant and slip. We break our little backs. And never

thought to have a brook. And we got battery pack.

The Norbots are a triumph from it. We'll soon have those bills paid off.

Happy birthday, Maris. Oh, smashing.

Oh, what happened to me glass table?

Where's me tool?

Where's me shed?

Where's our drain pipe?

Hello, police.

Another burglary? What's the address?

Hello, police.

A weathervane? When did it go missing?

Hello, police.

Someone pinched your big butt.

Oh, water butt.

I see what you mean.

Hang on.

Hello, you have reached the old bill.

We're experiencing a high volume of calls at the moment, so please leave

crime after the beep.

A spate of burglaries, like a proper crime wave.

I can't be dealing with a crime wave.

I've got enough on my hands as it is. What do you think, blue or black, for

grand opening?

Er, blue.

Ah, yeah, see what you're saying.

Matches the diamond.

Any road, about these robberies, I've been building this crime wall, trying to

find common themes and such.

Never mind crime walls.

What's your copper's gut telling you?

Well, all the clues seem to point to this man, a local inventor.

Wally?

The upstanding citizen who helped put feathers behind bars?

Yeah, hey, why not? You catch one supervillain, doesn't make you a saint,

it? Or should we say he's a suspect, then? Just bring him in and book him.

I've got a speech to write.

Really? Don't we need evidence?

Oh, I don't know. All these fancy ideas you get from training college.

Right, come on then.

News just in. We're getting reports of a crime wave affecting gardens across the

region. On your doorstep has more.

That's a bit hasty, Norbot. I might have been watching that.

Time to relax, Mr Wallace.

Oh, yes, I do like a bit of relaxation.

What's

all

this in aid of?

Massage, Mr Wallace.

Oh, yes.

Lovely.

Oh, dear. You are spoiling me.

No, they chuck.

I don't mind if I do.

Come along.

Steady on.

Don't come, Mr. Wallace.

Uh -uh.

Gromit? What on earth?

What? Is something wrong?

Is it the Norbots?

This had better be important, lad. I don't know what's got into you lately.

Well, I'll go to the top of my stairs.

That's absolutely spotless.

Oh, look at them.

Oh, yes.

You are good gnomes, doing all these chores at this time of night.

I don't know why you were so keen to show me, though, lad. Couldn't it have

waited till the morning?

Daff pooch.

Well, I've got a nap to finish before I turn in for the night.

Oh, yes.

Norbot, my best invention ever.

Did you order a pizza, lad?

All right, all right. Hold your horses.

Police!

Oops!

Sorry! Oh, give me strength.

Right, let's get this over with.

Get what over with? We have a warrant to search your premises.

Mocker G, read him his rights.

Anything you say may be taken down and used as evidence against you. But I

haven't done anything.

We believe you to be guilty of theft... I'm guilty of theft by gnome. There you

go. He admits it. Write that down.

This is ridiculous.

My gnorbots aren't thieves.

They're down in my workshop right now, doing a bit of spring cleaning.

There's our evidence, Chief.

All right.

Check them out, then.

Well, I don't see any gnomes. Eh?

They were here a moment ago.

I don't understand it.

They must have just popped out to finish a job.

Look, sunshine, I have not got time for your games.

Eh?

Where are you going, Chief?

I'm off to get my tash trimmed for the big day.

Anyway, look, if you need evidence, Muckergy, find some. I don't care what

takes. Get this man behind bars where he belongs. I want this case wrapped up.

Pronto.

Understood, sir.

Right.

Evidence.

Evidence? This is PC Mukherjee calling for backup.

We'll need a van.

A big one.

Wait a mo', you can't, can you?

They've taken all me inventions away.

For forensic examination or something.

Outrageous!

We believe you to be guilty of theft by no.

They were here a moment ago.

Well, I don't see any norms.

Who needs technology anyway? Pat!

Not me.

Oh, that's nippy.

Oh,

me begonias.

Oh, right.

Tea.

I suppose we'll just have to make it the old way.

Ouch!

How do you do in this? I haven't used one of these for so long, I've forgotten

how they work.

It's broken!

There's clearly been a mistake.

My Norbots are innocent.

You believe me, don't you, lad?

Don't you, lad?

Oh.

Well, I think you've said quite enough, Gromit.

You've never trusted my Norbot, have you? And I made him just for you.

Mark my words, the police will be back soon enough to apologise.

Ah, what did I tell you?

There they are now.

Everything will be right as rain before you can say... Nasty, crooked, thieving

little torag!

Where's our stuff? I want a refund!

Try the unknowns, don't work in the bathtub!

And where's me glasses?

Oh, they're on me head! Daddy!

I'm live outside the West Wallaby Street house of the evil inventor, Mr Wallace.

Evil?

Don't you mean smart thinking?

Oh, you think it's smart to teach gnomes to steal?

No, but if only my gnomes were here, maybe I could clear my name.

But where are the gnomes? For the last time, I don't know.

Oh, yeah, very convenient.

Where are the gnomes?

This is a nightmare, Gromit. The police want to throw me in jail, the neighbours

all hate me, and the press think I'm evil.

And how am I supposed to find my gnomes if they've taken me gnoming device?

Never mind Scotland Yard.

Looks more like a scrapyard in here.

It's Wallace's stuff, Chief.

You told me to find some evidence.

I didn't mean take the old flipping house.

I mean, what's this in here, though?

Oh, Chief, I wouldn't... Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, get off.

That gizmo just assaulted a police officer.

Add that to the list of charges, Muckergy.

But that's just it, sir.

There's nothing here to pin Wallace to the burglaries. Oh.

They're his gnomes, aren't they? I'm just... I'm getting the feeling that,

he may not be our man.

That wallet is a wrong 'un. End of story.

Now, if you don't mind, we'll deal with that villain later.

Right now, we've got important duties to attend to up at the museum.

But, sir... It's my big day, Mucker G. The culmination of 40 years of service.

Nothing can go wrong.

No, sir.

We have to stay focused.

Watch like hawks.

Absolutely, sir.

Miss nothing.

Eh?

Oh.

Reset mode activated.

I'm your nifty, odd -jobbing robot.

Call me Norbot.

Initiating pruning process.

Neat.

No, Joe. It's too small.

Neat and tidy.

Right. Here we go, then. This is it, Muckergy.

Are we ready?

Couldn't be readier, Chief.

So do I, Joe.

It's been my great pride over the years to serve this community, knowing there's

nothing more reassuring than the sight of an uninformed police officer.

Sorry?

Oh, uniformed, uniformed police officer.

Can't read my own writing.

Anyway, now I have one final happy duty to perform.

Ladies and gentlemen, shall we?

And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Safely on display for all posterity.

The Blue Diamond.

It's not as shiny in real life, is it? You know what?

What?

That's a flippin' turnip!

You didn't check inside the sack, Chief, before you put it in the vault?

Oh.

Right.

Anyone fancy a bite?

Oh, gnomes have gone.

Gadgets have gone.

Even my dog's gone.

What on earth?

I didn't know it could do that.

What the dickin'?

Come

in, Gromit.

Everything's fine.

Just come straight in.

I can go, Gromit.

Everything's fine.

Just come straight in.

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

This is a disaster.

This has made me the laughing stock of the town.

Sir, are you okay?

I'm fine. Just got an allergy to turnips.

Should we haul feathers in, sir? He had the diamond last.

No.

No, he didn't.

Exactly. Come on.

I'm

sorry

I couldn't warn you, lad. I got grabbed by the Norbots. A very unpleasant

experience.

Turns out they are bad after all. I just don't get it. Why would me own gnomes

turn against me?

Chicken? Behind all this?

Good grief.

It's you.

Again.

But you're supposed to be locked up.

Well, you won't get away with it, you know.

Whatever it is you're trying to get away with.

Fancy a cup of tea, do you? The cheek of it.

Well, I wouldn't bother with that teapot. It doesn't work.

Eh?

What?

Well, bottom it, crumpets. It can't be.

It's the blue diamond.

He must have switched it all that time ago. Oh, is that the police?

We've got someone here you might be interested in.

He's a slippery one.

Oh, so that's your plan. You get away scot -free with the diamond, and

thinks I'm the evil inventor who stole it.

Why, that's vengeance.

Most foul.

Ben?

Oi, let us out.

I

can't

believe someone's nicked my bike saddle.

I know, sir.

Sorry, sir, you took me...

Still,

we've got our culprit.

All this time, Wallace just wanted the diamond for himself.

So you were right all along, Chief.

He is a wrong 'un. Aye, too right.

And if he thinks he's got away with this, he's got another thing coming.

This is all my fault, lad.

I only ever meant to invent good things.

Things that help people. I never imagined they could be used for

Oh, heck. It's the law. I'm done for now.

Morning, Mr. Wallace.

Master Gromit.

Norbot, where have you been?

No job. It's too small.

Sounds like he's back to his nifty old jobbing self.

We're saved.

Neat and tidy.

Wait,

Norbot. Come back.

Don't worry about it.

His voice activated.

Norbot! Norbot!

Norbot!

Norbot!

Norbot!

Steady on.

What are you up to, lad?

Oh,

it's hardly the time to start leaf blowing.

Someone's got a big surprise coming.

I'm sorry. Chief, they're going away!

Chief?

Did we get him?

Nice work, Gromit.

Let's get after the founder.

More speed, Mr. Wallace.

Steady, Norbert.

Take a look, Gromit.

Hand over the diamond, you little type.

Norbert. That's it. Right -o.

That's it.

That's it, Norbert.

I was looking there about that.

Bit like mine.

Hang on a sec.

That is mine!

Hey, stop in the name of the law!

It's no use, lad.

If only there was some way of...

Another invention?

Are you sure, lad?

Right then. Technical assistance is on its way.

Can't believe he nicked me boat. And you thought he was innocent.

I think... I think that's Feathers McGraw, Chief.

They're trying to stop Feathers McGraw.

Don't be ridiculous.

He's banged up in the zoo.

That's just an innocent nun out for a pleasure cruise.

I just think maybe Wallace has been unfairly portrayed as a crazed inventor.

Oh, this'll work a treat.

Huh? To a certain extent.

What the... What did you want me to do with this boat collection?

Okay, Gromit. Let's give those gnomes a good reboot up the backside.

Pulls on.

Reset mode activated.

It's working now.

Reset mode activated.

Reset mode activated.

This has gone far enough.

Chief Inspector Mack, all units pursue and arrest Wallace.

Sorry, Chief.

I'm using me guts.

Calling all units. Head to the border.

Suspect is not Wallace, but a small nun in charge of a canal boat.

You're in big trouble, muck.

Good lad.

Now we've got him. Eh?

Where's he gone?

Don't let him get away.

as McGraw.

Give him the diamond, lad.

I can live without inventing, but I can't live without...

Mitbeth, how?

odd -jobbing robot.

Call me Norbot.

How may I help you?

No job? It's too small.

I knew you'd embrace technology in the end, lad.

Thank goodness you're safe.

All right, break it up.

This is a crime scene now.

Chief! Chief! I haven't got time for your apologies, Muckergy.

Just arrest Wallace for... Flipping Nora!

It is Feathers McGraw.

Andy, you've got the diamond.

Oh, that's ruined my retirement, that has.

Oh, cracking move, that.

That told him, Gromit.

He's a bad egg, that one, and a scoundrel to boot.

I think you should have this, officer.

Well, considering what I've just seen... It looks like Mukherjee was right about

you being innocent.

You mean I'm not going to jail?

No. Thanks to the instincts of a fine young copper.

You're a natural, Mukherjee.

Oh, thanks, Chief.

That means a lot.

Happy retirement, sir.

Well, this is a turnip for the books, eh, lad?

Four miles per hour.

That's three points on your license for a star!

Morning, Gromit.

How's my favorite pooch, hmm?

Oh, I've got something for your garden, lad.

I've repurposed the pat -o -matic.

After all... Necessity is the mother -in -law of invention.

Oh, but there's some things a machine just

can't do. Eh, lad?

Oh, yes.

Cheers, me old pal.

You know what? We love to do our job. I won't come around and fix your ass. We

ain't got quite a lot. We take and take and fuck and shit. We'll break our

nipples like that.