All language subtitles for 02 - Campion Sweet Danger pt2

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Good morning, Steven.
Anything for me?

Nothing, miss.

Steve, are you...

SAVANAKE: Well, Parrott?

Very successful, Mr Savanake.

I got them on board
in good time.

Gave Captain Gavin your
instructions personally.

Excuse me.

He never left my side.

I stayed on board
until the ship was well out
into the channel,

came ashore in
the pilot cutter.

Good. Our men are ready
in Pontisbright.

They can start work at once.

CAMPION: "Dear old birds,

"I know when I'm beaten.
Something more
entertaining has turned up,

"which will take
me out of the country,
and I'm jumping at it.

"Please accept my sympathy.

"I know of nothing
more beastly than to find

"that a man one rather
liked was a toot after all.

"Still these things have
an educational value,

"and anyhow, I should hate you
to forgive me. A.C."

Sounds genuine.

And it's Campion's
handwriting.

But I don't believe it, Eager.

Savanake's obviously
shanghaied him
some way or another.

We must go out there at once.

No, Guffy. The phrase
"educational value" means
leave me to it.

-Does it?
-Yes, when preceded
by the word toot.

Whatever he's done,
he's done it for the best.

Do you think he means us
to carry on without him?

I couldn't drop the thing
now if I tried.

So where do
we go from here?

Well, we didn't get far
with the Malplaquet drum,

let's try the great bell.
At least we've got
a pointer there.

We better tell Amanda
and the others.

Where is Amanda? I haven't
seen her this morning.

Oh, uh...

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENING)

Oh, it's you back.

Fixed you up
at the mill, have they?

Thank you, yes.
Two pints, please.

Not a lot of trade
about, eh?

It's quiet enough now.

They must have
started their digging.

Digging? Who?

All them
archaeologist fellows.

Set themselves up
in a camp on the heath.

Come to dig up remains,
they say.

Good Lord, you don't think...

Mr Bull I, uh... I wonder
if you could help me
with a point in my book?

The great bell
of Pontisbright.

BULL: What about it?

Is it true there's
only one other like it
and that's in, um...

St Breed's Convent
in the Pyrenees?

BULL: That's right.

I don't suppose there's
anyone alive who's actually
heard the bell?

Not as I know of,
and I wouldn't be honest
if I told you different.

What's this tale about
it still being heard
in times of disaster?

I never heard it.

But old Fred Cole,
he heard it, or so he said.

Not that his word
were worth much.

Where might I find
this Mr Cole? I'd like to
interview him.

Then you'll have a long wait.
He died just before
you came down here.

A wicked old man he was,

uncommonly evil minded.

BULL: Both him and his wife,
and their little girl said
they heard the bell

whenever there was a storm.

And, what about
the wife and little girl?
Might I speak to them?

Oh, they've been dead
these 10 years.

Fred used to thrash them,
and one after the other,
they died.

Some of us reckoned
he killed them.

A powerful,
wicked old man he was.

He sounds it.

And finally,
the devil came for him.

Oh, hello, Dr Galley.

My dear young men,

I can't in all honesty say
I'm pleased to see you.

Where's the third member
of your party?

Don't tell me? He's not been
afflicted already?

He went back to London.

God be praised.

So he took my advice
in the end.

I wish you would too.

Now, I was called out
to a case this morning.

Angry sores, from
head to toe.

I did my best for
the poor creature,
but once it's got a grip...

I beg you,
follow Mr Campion's example,

leave Pontisbright
before it's too late...

(CROWS CAWING)

I wish I knew why Galley was
so keen to get rid of us.

What is it he's afraid of?

Whatever it is, they're all
afraid of it in Pontisbright.

(HAMMERING)

RANDALL: (WHISPERING)
Must be the archaeologists.

They don't look much
like archaeologist to me.

I'd say they'd be more at home
digging graves.

What's it like working
for Mr Campion?

Hell.

Never know where
you are one day to the next.

Like a fish out of water.

Why do you stay with him?

I suppose I like the geezer,
in a twisted way.

Tea time!

Coming! Tea time.

The planks are rotten!

Are you all right?

Thank you for the warning.

Very timely.

Another bun, Mr Lugg?

I won't say no.

Amanda, drink your tea
and don't spill it.

Amanda!

Sorry,
I'm just looking at this.
Did you see this...

That girl is mad,
always looking
at advertisements

for complicated machines
she can never hope to buy.

AMANDA: That's where
you're wrong, actually.

Tomorrow I intend to buy
four outsize valves,

the plates white hot
at a thousand volts,

bunch of loud speakers,

something rather spectacular
in the accumulator range.

And probably a new outfit,
too.

When the great bell rings.

And with what, pray,
are you going to pay for it?

Just so happens, I've come
into some money.

Mr Lugg, do you think
it would be better to buy a
new accumulator for my car,

or new car all together?

Oh, really, Amanda?

I'm perfectly serious.
You know the old bone rattler
only goes for about five miles

before the battery conks out.

How much do you think
I could get a last
year's Morris Ten for?

About 90 quid.

Hmm, reasonable.

(THUDS)

MAN: Hello!

That'll be the other's back.

We're in here.

-Everybody all right?
-Fine.

No one's been sniffing around?

Not as far as I know.

Why?

Just wondered.

We saw some decidedly
shady looking coves
on the heath.

Do you think
they're working for
the same person?

Don't worry,
we'll look after you.

(BELL RINGING)

-Telegram!
-AMANDA: I'll get it.

HAL: No, I will!

-Morning, Steve.
-Morning.

Bill, bill, bill.

Didn't know Campion
was a Vicar.

Hal, give it to me.
Give it to me.

Now listen, I don't want
a word about this to anyone.

Do you understand me?
And I'm not joking.

(HUMMING A TUNE)

Amanda, where are you going?

I told you,
to spend £300.

You mean that wasn't
a joke yesterday?

Mary, I never joke
about money.

Oh, thank you, Scatty.

Drive on.

But where did you get
the money from?

A secret admirer.

Oh Mary, if my wireless stuff
comes, can you tell them to
put it in the coach house?

Ah...

Excuse me,
could I have
a word with you?

Of course.

I felt you should see this.

I found it in Amanda's room
while I was making the bed.

The Reverend Albert Campion?

She must have
opened it by mistake.

I'm sure she would have
given it to you herself

but when her mind is on
that wretched wireless
she forgets everything else.

It's from some chap
called Glencannon.

An authority on obscure
museum exhibits.

Campion appears
to have written to him

posing as the Vicar of
Pontisbright for some reason.

Written about what?

The Malplaquet drum.

By George, he says
he knows where it is.

It seems the drum

was placed in
Pontisbright Church after
the old hall was demolished.

Then in 1931 it was loaned
to the Brome House museum
in Norwich,

where it remains to this day.

What will you do?

Go and fetch it.

Shall we dress up as parsons?

(MARY GASPS)

It's the sort of thing Campion
would do, isn't it?

No, we'd never bring it off.

But I don't see why
we shouldn't turn up
as lay readers or something.

Zealous parishioners keen to
take the parish property
back to its old home.

# Fight the good fight with
all thy might

# Christ is thy strength
and Christ thy right

# Lay hold on life
and it shall be

# Thy joy and crown

# Eternally #

It's all right.
It's only Dr Galley.

Hello, Dr Galley.

Ah, young Hal,
the very person.

I'm here to extend
an invitation to you all
for tomorrow night.

(STUTTERS) When
I say all of you, I mean,

you, your aunt and sisters
and...

That nice man Randall
and his friend.

He seems an honest, sober,
decent man.

Clean living,
wouldn't you say?

-Yes, sir.
-Splendid.

I want you all up
at my house by 6:30.

Well, it's jolly
decent of you, sir,
but we're pretty busy...

Oh, but you must come.

You'll regret if you don't.
You especially, my boy.

You see,
I've made a discovery

in an old volume of Catullus,
inside the cover

a document written
by my great uncle,
the late rector.

Do you realise
what that means?

Is it to do
with Pontisbright title?

A discovery
that could change
your life.

I shall say no more.

It is, isn't it?

Wait till tomorrow night,
I wish to make
an occasion of the telling.

Is your aunt in?

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

(HORN HONKS)

Not very salubrious, is it?

I don't think I've ever stolen
anything before.

Then I shall see
you tomorrow evening
at 6:30 promptly.

You won't fail me, will you?

I'm too curious for that.

And Amanda and Mary,
you'll make quite sure
they come.

If you've discovered
something about
the Pontisbright claim,

wild horses wouldn't
keep them away.

That and even
greater wonders.

I promise you'll
not be disappointed.

Oh, one more thing
Miss Huntingforest,

please don't take me amiss,

but would you all wear clean
clothes for the occasion,

completely clean clothes.

I sometimes wonder
if we should change doctors.

You, get inside.

It's all right,
it's probably only Amanda's
wireless equipment.

No sign of any drum.

MUSEUM CURATOR: So sorry
to keep you.

It is very dull, isn't it?

The exhibits,
I mean, they're not really
very good.

They are only very ordinary,
still I expect you've come
to see the grotto.

-Well, no.
-No? Well, I can't say
I blame you.

That's very dull too.
The whole museum's dull.
I don't know why I stay.

Hardly anyone ever
comes here any more.

They don't even put us
in the guide books now.

Not that I can blame them,
it is a rotten collection.
Tourists, are you?

-No, vicars.
-Eh?

I mean, parishioners.

-Ah.
-Of...

The Vicar of Pontisbright.

The Reverend Albert Campion,
you may have heard
from a Mr Glencannon.

RANDALL: Concerning the
Malplaquet drum.

Oh, that?

Oh yes, it ought to have
gone back ages since,
it's been here for years.

There's nothing remarkable
about it, it's not even dated,
it's just an ordinary drum.

Then you won't mind
relinquishing it?

Oh, good riddance, I say,
it was always in the way,

though why your vicar
should want it back
beats me.

Yes, well, uh...

We, people of Pontisbright,

felt it should be returned
to its proper place.

It was agreed at the last
meeting of the Parish Council.

-Unanimous.
-Yes, well...

People are very strange
about church property.

So...

That's why we are here.

As representatives
of the church.

I imagine there
will be certain

-formalities to attend to.
-Oh, formalities?

No, no, no.
That's all been dealt with,

before I handed it over I just
asked for a receipt.

Handed it over?

Well, you didn't expect
me to hand it over without
a receipt?

EAGER-WRIGHT: You mean,
someone has already
collected it?

Yes. Two sets of visitors
in one day, remarkable.

Hardly see a soul, as a rule.
Dull as dishwater.

There's obviously been
some misunderstanding.

Did the Vicar call himself?

Yes. Well, no.
No, not exactly.

He stayed in his car on
account of his deafness,
you know?

It was his lady wife
who came in.

Yeah, hardly the sort of woman
you take for a vicar's wife.

Only half his age,
and all that red hair, too.

Still, at least, I suppose
she wouldn't have been dull.

(AMANDA HUMMING A TUNE)

(HORN HONKING)

-You got it!
-Yes, hop on. Come on.

Scatty's following
in the old bone rattler.

Has the wireless stuff
arrived yet?

Yes, it's in the coach house.

-Open the door, Hal.
-You'll never guess what
Dr Galley's...

What's that?

You go upstairs,
I'll show you.

Oh, Hal?

Ere to his birth right
come.

-HAL: Stricken...
-BOTH: ...must be
Malplaquet drum!

Here, Hal, try it.

That's the others,
they must be back.

Come on, let's go and tell
them. Hal, come on.

Hello! Guess what we've got!

The Malplaquet drum?

Oh, how did you know?

Because we've just been
to Norwich ourselves.

You might have told us
what you were up to, Amanda.

The important thing
is we've got it.

Not that it tells us anything.

Hal's been strickening away
at it with no luck.

I wonder.

-Yes, why didn't
I think of it before?
-What?

We've been taking
the word strickening
to mean striking.

But in old English
it had another meaning,
it meant broken or riven.

You mean, something might
be hidden inside the drum?

My God, it could
be the Charter!

It's here on the...

Guffy!

If only I'd got back
from the village sooner.

If only Scatty
had been around.

And Lugg hadn't been fishing.

What's the point
of all this "If only?"

That's fine coming
from you, my girl.

You might just as well
have handed it to the enemy.

The thing's done, and
that is all there is to it.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have my wireless stuff
to sort out.

Sorry, she's not herself.

She has been behaving
extremely strangely.

We're all a bit out of sorts.

Did I tell you we've been
invited to Dr Galley's
tomorrow evening?

Oi, where you going?

Home.

In the absence of any word
from my so-called employer,
I'm bugging off.

HAL: Without saying goodbye?

Left a note on me pillow.

I'll miss you. So will Scatty.

I'll miss you and all.

But you'll still
have Mr Randall and
Mr Eager-Wright.

Oh, damn it.

The powers that be have
summoned me back to London
immediately for a conference.

Do you mind holding the fort
for 24 hours, Guffy?

First Campion, then Lugg,
now you.

If you prefer to push
off too...

And leave three defenceless
women with only a young boy
to look after them?

There's Scatty.

What's to say
he won't bug off like Lugg?

(WHISTLES)

You got the gear?

All aboard, ship-shape,
Bristol fashion.

You got the goods?

All present and correct.

Good boy.

Scatty, too?

Yes. With Amanda's car,
I'm afraid.

So we're cut off?

Talk about rats
leaving a sinking ship.

We're not sunk yet.

And you've still got me.

HAL: Please, tell me
what it is.

AMANDA: Oh, Hal,
wait and see.

There.

What do you think?

No one will be able
to notice it from the road.

Once I open the sluices,
there'll be enough water

to send it downstream with
a rush.

-Who fixed it up?
-Scatty and I.

Hal, if it came to it,
would you be able

to take it down
to Sweethearting on your own?

-Why?
-I'll explain later.
Would you?

-When?
-This evening.

But we're going to Dr Galley's
this evening.

That's all part of it.

-I say, Amanda,
that reminds me.
-What?

-Dr Galley put that here?
-Yes.

I forgot all about it
till now, what's it mean?

I don't know.
It's odd all the same.

-When do we have to be there?
-Half past six.
We'd better get ready.

He was quite adamant about
the time for some reason.

I sometimes think
he's going a bit potty.

And don't forget,
clean clothes everybody!

That includes you, Hal.

Might as well humour him,
especially if he knows
anything about...

Help! Thief!

-Guffy! Help!
-Guffy, come quickly!

-What is it?
-Aunt Hatt's room!
Quick, there's a man in there!

Oh no, you don't!
He's taken my garnet necklace.

Stand back!
Leave him to me.

Be careful, Guffy!

Not this time!

BOTH: Run! Run! Run!

(WOMEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)

-Hooray!
-Yeah!

All right, I surrender.

Campion.

I forgot you were
in the first 15.

I'm sorry about all that,
but I thought the necklace
would be safer out of the way.

But, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be abroad.

Oh, yes. Well...

Oh, no!

Hello! So you decided
to come clean at last?

Metaphorically speaking.

But if you didn't board
the ship, who did?

A certain Lionel McCafi'y.

In Campion's second-best suit.

You see this friend
of his, McCafi'y,

looks remarkably like Campion
except for around the chin.

So he took one of Hal's
marbles, put it in his mouth,

and pretended to have
a toothache.

Campion that is.

Anyway, he followed McCafi'y
from Xenophon Hose, where he'd
been told to stand by.

And McCafi'y went over to
the chemist who was
also in on it.

Then he went and hid
behind some shelves,

and he came out instead
of Campion.

And that Parrott person
drove him to Southampton.

Meanwhile, Campion came
back here in disguise and gave
me the fright of my life.

-It was supposed to be
my story.
-Oh, sorry.

Which reminds me,
I must wire poor McCafi'y
his passage home.

You mean you've been hiding
here the entire time?

Why on earth didn't you tell
us, instead of frightening
us all out of our wits?

It was essential
you all behaved as if I really
had deserted you.

You evidently told Amanda.

I needed a lieutenant.

So that explains
your extraordinary behaviour.

And the new car.

So that it was you that
ripped opened the drum?

Yes.

I'm sorry about that,
but I didn't dare leave
the charter unguarded.

It was hidden
in the drum then?

Not exactly, no.

The parchment on which it was
written form the under-head
of the drum itself.

It's genuine all right,
Henry IV's seal and
everything.

Lugg took it away
with him this morning.

One of our people
picked it up, should be
safe in Whitehall by now.

I suppose you also engineered
Eager-Wright's departure?

I needed his help
in another matter.

Well, at least we've got
one of the three pieces
of evidence.

Two. The charter
and the crown.

The crown?
You didn't tell me about that.

I didn't know myself
until last night when
you were all having diner.

Poor old tramp, clutching his
rags about him, paused outside
the lighted window

and his eyes fell
upon Miss Huntingforest,

as she sat serenely with
the crown of Averna
around her neck.

My garnet necklace!

CAMPION: We were all looking
for a conventional crown.

It has been in the family
for a long time,
it was kept in a bureau.

There was a diamond-shaped
panel in the desk flap.

When you pressed the diamond
it opened in two halves.

The diamond must be
rent in twain,

before he wear
his crown again.

These aren't garnets,
they're very old
square cut rubies.

It was that description in
the British museum,
first gave me the clue.

Three drops of blood
from a royal wound. These.

Three dull stones like
a pigeon's egg held and knit
together with a flowery chain.

So...

Yet when a Pontisbright
do wear it, none
shall see it but the stars.

What's that bit mean?

I'll show you. Come here, Hal.

Last night, Miss Huntingforest
was sitting between
Hal and Mary,

and I noticed something.

The Pontisbright hair swallows
up the red of the chain
and the rubies,

so that all we see...

Are the agates.

Three dull stones
like a pigeon's egg.

Yet when a Pontisbright
do wear it, none
shall see it but the stars.

The important thing now is to
get it safely away to London.

But how?

Savanake's chaps are
watching all the roads
out of Pontisbright.

The village
is virtually cut off.

Yes, I know. Don't worry,
my lieutenant and I've
worked out a plan.

I say, what about Dr Galley,
shouldn't we put him off then?

Oh, no. Please don't,
that little jaunt is
tremendously important.

Look, all I dare tell you
at this moment,

and I'll have to implore you
to put your trust in me,

is that during your visit,
you will receive a signal.

You can't miss it,
7:00 on the dot.

Then you must all do
exactly what Amanda tells you.

-The boat?
-The boat.

-You've got the necklace safe?
-It's inside my corset.

Good. Good.
Off you all trot, then.

With any luck,
Savanake's chums will be
completely confused

by you all going off to drinks
at the critical moment.

Campion, is all this mystery
strictly necessary?

I'm sorry, old man.

But really,
the less you all know the
better for your own safety.

But I promise you,
if all goes well tonight,

we'll have the third and last
proof of Averna's ownership.
Metternich's receipt.

Tell Dr Galley I'll be along
later, and don't forget...

Wait for the signal!

Right, final briefing.

Let's sit down.

You moved the boat downriver?

Yes. It's moored as close
as possible to Dr Galley.

Hal knows what to do.
On the signal, he'll get
the others into the boat,

and I'll dash back here,
open the sluices,
the water rushes through,

and off they shoot to
Sweethearting with the crown.

The last place Savanake's men
will be looking.

Shall I come to the woods
afterwards, give you a hand?

No, Amanda.

-Why not?
-It will be too dangerous.

I'm the technician, I don't
think you realise how much
noise it's going to make.

You're going to have
the whole herd down on you.

I've provided for
that contingency too.

How?

I was thinking of taking
you into partnership
when you're 21,

but I'm hanged if I shall now,
you're far to nosy
and too stubborn.

Now, off you go
to Dr Galley's.

Amanda.

This visit to Dr Galley's
is worrying you, isn't it?

I didn't want
to say anything before

'cause I didn't want him
to be kicked out
of his profession.

All those queer signs
you've been noticing,

the herbs
and ancient medicines.

It's a sort of witchcraft.

Welcome! Welcome!

How glad I am to see you.

Where's Amanda?

I'm sure she'll be here soon.

(DOG SNARLING)

Shh.

Shh, Shh.

The corpse Lugg saw
laid out on the heath?

It was a man called
Fred Cole,

rather a bad lot,
who died recently.

Most of the village
was in on it.

You see,
there's this superstition...

If someone dies, whose life
has not been all it might,

the corpse should be laid out
in the moonlight,

three nights running,
so the evil spirit can escape.

I suppose you were there,
that night.

There's something
I think you ought to see.

There.

Galley put it there?

I've sent your aunt
and the others
into the hands of a lunatic,

with a mania for demonology.
God knows, what he
might be up to. Come on!

-This is too bad!
-I really don't think
we need wait for her, Doctor.

Tell us about
your new discovery.

-What?
-To do with the Pontisbright
claim.

Oh, that.

Is that the book
you mentioned?

Yes,
but we've no time for it now.
It must wait till later.

Oh, but surely.

I beg you not to interfere.

The hour is at its height.

You'll soon behold something
far more wondrous.

DR GALLEY: Tsk.
Where is the girl?

I can't think
what's keeping her.

Well, there's nothing for it.
I must begin without her.

And bear the consequences.

I shall start by pouring you
each a glass of wine.

Young Hal, too,
as this is to be
such a momentous occasion.

Would you help me
pass the glasses round,
young man?

I won't have one myself,
I must keep my mind clear.

(STAMMERING)
You may find it has
a slightly unusual taste.

One of my great uncle's brews.

He strikes!
He shows his will!

-Gosh.
-Just in time.

The stuff was drugged.

Look, I can cope now,
you better get on
back to the others.

I'll be all right, honestly.
There's five against one
and he's obviously batty.

And, you call me obstinate?

If anything goes wrong
with your plan,
we'll all be in the soup.

Take this, then.

And, for God's sake, Amanda,

be careful.

That's just in case
we don't meet again.

DR GALLEY: I have wrought
remarkable cures,
on the good people here,

with the aid of the powers
of the air.

The country people respect me
for what I am,

even as their forefathers
respected the great Dr Dee,

court magician
to Queen Elizabeth.

Amanda, at last! You're late!

Oh, I'm sorry,
I got held...

No time for explanations.
It's the hour of Casael.

Stand here.

And you're here.

Now, where was I?

Respected by the villagers.

For your miraculous cures.

Oh, yes.
But although I've been
successful in small ways,

I've always been disappointed
in the large things.

Until that is,

three nights ago,
when he came to me.

At last!

Ashtaroth himself!

(STAMMERING)
He was on the village green.

Sitting in the stocks!

And about flaming time,
where you been?

Stopped off at...

I stopped off for drinks
at Dr Galley's.

Yes, very amusing.

You know the rumour?

Old Savanake himself's
in the area.

Well, I told you
two brains are better
than one.

Is Scatty ready?

All present and correct.

I'm here.

You want my advice
about this scheme of yours?

It is perishing awful!

Here, here.

I don't.
(GASPS)

(RADIO SWITCHES ON,
INDISTINCT VOICES)

Going through now?

Least they do a load
of froggy talk.

Good.

30 seconds to go,
then we should hear the sound
we've been waiting for.

DR GALLEY: But Ashtaroth
did not come
in his usual guise.

But in his own person.

As a man.

Such was his power,

I knew my spells
were not strong enough
to hold him.

So I became his servant.

And now, I am ordered
to do his bidding.

This is why
I brought you here.

On the appointed day,
in the hour of Casael,

for Ashtaroth
can only be placated

with the blood of two maidens
and two clean living
young men.

Ashtaroth, I do they bidding!

(SCREAMING)

(BELL RINGING)

Oh God, help those nuns
in the Pyrenees.

-No wonder they'll only take
it once a year.
-Quiet!

That's it, that's the signal!

-DR GALLEY: Oh demons...
-Oh, Guffy, lock him
in the cellar!

Now, the rest of you,
beat it down to the river!
And don't forget...

Well done.

DR GALLEY: Come you out!
My Asmodeus!

Oh, by Merasin!

Come you out! Ashtaroth!

Five more times to go,
me eardrums won't stand it.

Two, not five. Thrice the
mighty bell be tolled...

And, then, thrice more the
truth to unfold, that's six,
in case you can't count.

No, the bell tolls
three times.

If I'm right, the other three
refer to something else.

Listen.
(BELLS ECHOING)

-The echo!
-I'm off.

-Where to?
-To find the source of the
echo before Savanake does!

(WHISPERING) It works!
Can you hear it?

-What the hell is this?
-Shh.

The Great Bell of St Breed's,

That's what
the wireless stuff was for.

Campion arranged for
it to be broadcast from
the Pyrenees,

it sounds exactly like
the old Pontisbright bell.

Now, quick, into the boat!

(WHISPERING)
Guffy, if Campion's right,

Metternich's receipt
will be in wherever
the echo's coming from.

Here, take this.

Just in case.

I'll get back to the mill
and open the sluices.

-But aren't you coming back?
-No. I can leave it
all up to you.

Can't I?

(BELL TOLLING)

Thrice, must the mighty bell
be tolled.

Twice, so far, Mr Savanake.

I can count thank you,
Parrott.

(BELL ECHOING)

(BELL ECHOING)

(BELL ECHOING)

Thrice, again!

What the hell does it mean?

Stop!

Wind down that window.

(BELL ECHOING MORE LOUDLY)

Drive on.

Come with us, Everett.

Listen!

It's somewhere around here.

Yes.

This is what
we're looking for!

Keep a look out, Everett.

Hard luck, Mr Campion.

Not so clever, after all.

There's been no sign
of anyone, except our people.

They've done a first rate job.

(GRUNTS)

There she is!

Get it up.

Go on. Get it up.

(GRUNTING)

(TWIG SNAPPING)

Here she comes.

Careful!

Don't drop it, for God's sake!

Pity there's no key.

We can't waste time now.

Ah! London, Everett.

Lost your way, Everett?

Okay, Everett,
what's the problem?

Mr Savanake's very put out.

At a time like this, too.

(GROANING)

Put up your hands, Campion.

Start walking.

Now.

(PANTING)

Stop.

This will do nicely.

Turn around.

You know, I'm sorry
to have to kill you.

I admire your intelligence.

Clever trick that you played
on that idiot, Parrott.

Thank you.

Your body will
be found floating.

A little bruised, perhaps,
but there will be
no awkward bullet.

No clues for those
half-witted police
to stumble over.

Everyone will think
it was an accident.

Because, Campion,
I'm going to kill you
with my bare hands.

"Would-be sleuth found dead."

Take that stupid expression
off your face!

Would you like to
to take my coat off, too?

It's your chauffeur's.

If the police got hold of it,
well,

they're great lads for that
obvious...

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

(GASPS)

Amanda.

You're going to be all right.

-You must lie perfectly still.
-Savanake.

(WOODEN PLANKS CREAKING)

(GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(PLANKS CREAKING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

EAGER-WRIGHT: (SHOUTING)
Campion!

-Campion!
-In here!

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

I alerted the military,
as you instructed.

Usual red tape, God knows
how they won the war.

I say, we're not too late,
are we?

Really...

...hurts.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

-(ALL GASP)
-LUGG: Well done, boy,
well done.

Right. Now you'll do the
honours, make it official.

Avernium.

Latin, legal and a job
for a classical scholar,

but I think the general drift
is clear.

So that's it.

And the signature clinches it,
don't you think?

Metternich, 1815.

Well, Hal.

Looks as if
you got your title back!

CAMPION: And your kingdom.

Congratulations, old boy!

-Congratulations, old boy!
-Super!

Hello.

Come to report
to your lieutenant?

To tell me the worst?

There isn't any.

Savanake's dead and his men
have been rounded up.

The crown and the
charter are in London.

And Metternich's receipt
will soon be following.

And Galley's discovery?

This page, torn from
a church register of 1854.

Recording the marriage
of your great-grandmother
to Giles Pontisbright.

So we won.

We won.

When Hal comes into
the estate,

Scatty and I will be
out of a job.

You won't let them send me
to finishing school, will you?

Good Lord, no!

Did you mean
what you said about...

Me being your partner,
one day?

Yes, I did.

I should be ready in about...

Three years.

What's going to change
you in three years,
you rum little grig?

Never did tell me
the story of your life.

Neither I did.

Where shall I start?

Once upon a time...

(THEME SONG PLAYING)