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Be careful don't smudge it.

It's this filthy ink. I'm covered in it.

Here sister dear, let me try.

- Yeah let's have a look. - Impatience, my dear Spiker.

There!

I'll have to examine it under the glass,

but it looks perfect.

It is, the perfect forgery.

Yeah, where's the plate for the back.

Ah, that's the snag.

We don't have it.

- And what say is... - It does exist.

But tell him, dearest sister.

- Our late lamented father... - In his infinite wisdow.

Procured the plates his accomplice was a man named Mullins.

A long felow.

- No offense, Spiker. - Go on.

They decided to hold a plate each till the heat cool off.

- Clerical expression. - I know what it means.

Get on with it.

Unfortunately, Mullins was arrested.

Fortunately he managed to hide the plate just beforehand.

But where's this, uh, Mullins now?

- In star. - In jug.

In short. In prison.

And you brought me all the way down here...

My dear Spiker. Mullins is due to be released tomorrow.

THE SECRET SERVICE

MORE HASTE, LESS SPEED

- Counterfeit dollar plate say? - Yes, Father Unwin.

You realize the international implications if they are not recovered.

Of course.

Your assignment is to follow Mullins until he leads you to the plates.

I think I know where he'll be going.

But on no account, must he discover you have him under observation.

It will require a very unorthodox approach.

I realize that, Bishop. I think I have the glimmer of an idea.

It'll never work father, we'll be stopped.

Arrested, maybe.

Look, Matthew. Our assignment is to keep the ex-prisoner Mullins

under discrete observation until he leads us to the counterfeit plates.

And I think our present stature will enable us to

do just that without being observed ourselves.

Well we'll find out when we reach Lord Hazelwood's residence.

Well, Mullins,

our proposition is a very simple one.

I have the plate for the front of the one dollar notes.

- We have. - That's right we have.

All right, we have the front plate.

And my father told me that you,

my dear Mullins, have the plate for the back.

I know where it is.

Which amounts to the same thing.

Which means we're in business, as they say.

All right. What's your proposition?

Well, we, we don't want to get involved in the tedious business of printing.

We sell the two plates to the highest bidder,

and split the proceeds the following way.

Twenty percent to you, Mullins.

Twenty percent to Spiker.

Ten to dearest Martha.

Leaving fifty percent for myself, very fair, I thought.

Fifty percent for you? You must be joking.

- I'm appalled! - What should you get off?

I've got one of the plates. I want fifty percent.

You three can spit the rest any way you want so.

- I demand a half share. - I see.

Greed rise its ugly head.

Greed? You offer me a twenty percent...

- I see it all. - I demand my part.

Quiet! Quiet!

Yes, it sounds like a car.

Can you see anything?

That's funny.

I could have sworn I heard a car.

Well, it's been a tiring day.

I suggest we sleep on things.

Tomorrow I'm sure we can come to some agreement.

All right, Matthew, we'll wait until it's dark,

and then go inside the house.

I thought they'd never go up to bed,

But the Bishop's information was correct.

- Mullins is here, all right. - Yes but I think they're still awake.

We better go upstairs and see what we can find out.

You're so devious.

Don't you trust me, eh?

I refuse to trust Mullins or Spiker.

There I agree, but once we have that's plates.

We don't need to trust them.

I'd take your point.

Ah, dearest Martha.

Let's move on to Mulin's room.

Right, Matthew.

20 for you and 80 for me.

Very stuck rats.

- Yeah, you can't trust them. - I don't trust anybody.

But you and me, Mullins. We're the same soul.

- We could do it to you. - Maybe.

Fifty- fifty?

I'll think about it.

Someone's coming, Matthew. I think it might be wise to hide.

You'd better get back to your own room.

Right.

Spiker, talking to Mullins, making a deal.

No! I don't trust him.

Neither do I.

What would you say to, uh...

- Sixty-forty? - What?

Keep your voice down, man.

All right.

Fifty-fifty, but first we must find out where he's hidden that plate.

When we show him our plate in a dungeon tomorrow,

I'll make him talk.

Good night my dear Spiker.

Well, Father,

It seems Mullins is going to be made to talk.

Yes we'll take it in turns to sleep.

But we must be in the dungeon tomorrow to hear what he has to say.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine!

All right, all right. I'll tell you.

Well?

We're waiting.

The plate's hidden in an old barn on a deserted farm just outside Eastfoot.

- Green acre farm. - Thank you, my dear Mullins.

All right, spiker, to the farm.

Right.

Going somewhere?

Uh, Martha.

I thought we had an arrangement Edward.

Of course.

- Let me explain. - Yes, I know.

Even as a child was despicable.

I'll take our plate, if you don't mind.

But, hand it over?

I said, hand it over.

Thank you.

What do you intend to do?

Go to the farm and collect the other plate.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Hey, you come back!

It's now, good Spiker. I'm afraid she's gone.

- We've got to get out of here. - Impossible.

That door's a foot sick.

I know how I could do it.

Unchain me and I'll tell you.

All right, Spiker.

Untie his bonds.

What have we got to lose?

I think it's time for us to leave too, Father.

You're right, Matthew. Somehow we must

get to greenacre farm before lady Martha.

Let's get after her, Matthew.

Keep up the speed, father. We've got to get to that farm first.

- If the cannon doesn't work, Mullins? - It will.

Right. Stand by.

That wasn't loaded properly.

He's right, we have to use more powder.

More powder?

You'll blow us all to pieces.

There's a fortune slipping through our fingers.

Reload.

I'm afraid lady Martha seems to have a commanding lead.

Don't be pessimistic, Matthew, we may yet gain the advantage.

Don't be such a card, Spiker.

- Fire! - It's all right for you two.

Here goes, sir.

Oh, well done, Spiker, dear chap.

- I think I've broken my arm. - Oh, stop quibbling, man.

- Let's get moving. - We haven't got a car.

Don't worry.

I know where we can still get there first.

It is the open road for me.

When I won the fancy and free.

Look out, father.

Oh, what clever. Miniatures.

Am I feel circumstance, Am I?

- There's only two seats. - Don't worry, dear chap.

You and Mullins can squeeze in the back.

- Uh, give the propeller a turn. - But I've hurt my arm.

Must you always argue.

Use the other one.

Climb aboard.

This is where we leave our argumentative friend.

- Fifty-fifty? - Why not?

Ready?

Contact.

Hey! Hey!

Wait for me!

We're in our way, Mullins. Nice and stable.

Yes.

I thought the pilots always sat in the back.

But you are.

- I'm what? - The pilot.

I've never flown in my life.

Neither have I.

Well, Father, we seem to have lost the opposition.

Quite so, Matthew, but we mustn't underestimate them.

They're a devious batch, especially lady Martha.

She's a smasher, Pete. Here what could she do.

But tom plus 20 with two up.

How long have you got it in?

Two days.

Perfect.

Hey! What's going on?

- 20 miles to Eastwood, father. - Yes, Matthew.

Let's hope we can maintain our lead.

I did said, be careful, man. I'm in the front, remember?

Look out!

Well, thanks for fixing the arm.

- And the lift. - Are you in some sort of trouble?

No, no. I'm a male nurse. I'm trying to recapture a patient.

Uh, soft in the air, do you know?

- Tracey no was , sir. - Oh well...

He had a gun. A cannon.

A cannon?

Raving, you know, absolutely raving.

Uh, if you'll just drop me off at Eastfood.

I'll see sir, yes.

It's lady Martha.

On a motorcycle.

You're right. I'm afraid we cannot match up with speed.

We're almost there.

You can cut across the field to greenacre farm.

Right. Thanks for the lift.

Let's get inside, Matthew.

That looked like the farm.

- Yes, uh, turn her off. - How do I do that?

Oh, pull the stick or something.

Oh!

At last.

He's got a parachute.

Now where would that plate be hidden?

Mullins?

I think I've broken my leg.

Never mind about that.

Now you're here you can tell me where that plate is.

And then I'll help you down.

Oh, found it.

Thank you.

I'll take that.

Edward?

It's, it's seems we've all arrived.

Yes. But I've got a gun.

Put the plate down, lady Martha.

Now the other one.

- I know you've got it. - My dear Spiker.

- Can't we discuss this? - No, we can't.

Put it down with the other one.

Let's be reasonable about this, old chap.

Now I'm going to walk out of here.

Nice and slowly.

And I don't want no one following me.

- Got it? - The plates.

They've gone.

- Home, Father? - Home, Matthew.

Brethren, you all know the story of the tortoise and the hare.

And in the hustle and bustle of this modern age,

an old proverb comes to mind.

"Slow and steady wins the race,

not the one that sets the pace."

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