13x23 - Muck and Brass

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STEVE: This is the start of the hill climb, Sarge.

STEVE: You have to pass a few farms to get here,

so no wonder some of the locals hate this event.

SARGE: Well, dozens of lunatics driving flat out up a narrow lane

isn't something I'm particularly happy about either.

SCREECH OF TYRES

SLOW SAXOPHONE MUSIC

That's been felled deliberately.

It's a funny time of day to do some forestry work.

Could have k*lled somebody.

That's Clegghorne's farm up there, isn't it?

Yes. And the route goes straight past it.

He's just the sort to try and cause trouble.

Well, if he isn't at home, I've a good idea where he'll be.

WHEEZES AND COUGHS

COUGHS

SQUEALS IN PAIN

CRIES

HUM OF CONVERSATION

I'm disappointed. I'm going to win, you know.

It's the worst weekend in the year.

Descended on by a g*ng of grease monkeys

determined to make our lives a misery with their fancy cars.

Come on, Nath. Plenty of people round here agree with you,

but it's pointless doing anything about it.

I seem to remember you weren't too happy last time,

cars speeding through the village, parking all over the green.

OSCAR: I haven't forgotten but it's no good stirring up trouble.

It won't be me stirring up trouble.

Took a week to clear up the village last time.

It's only once every few years.

Times are hard enough without having to lose money

because a bunch of overgrown kids want to race souped-up go-carts.

The time has come to have it banned.

To take action. To protect our livelihoods.

Keep it down, Nath.

Anyway, some of our livelihoods do really well out

of this hill climb, thank you very much.

Well, I say that...

I'd be interested to hear what you have to say, Mr Clegghorne,

about a tree that's been felled across the route of the hill climb.

I'd say innocent until proved guilty.

And I'd say somebody could have been k*lled.

I'll be finding out who felled that tree, Clegghorne,

and dealing with him as firmly as the law will allow.

Like I say, let me know when you have some evidence, eh?

HACKING COUGH

If you wait in here, I'll see if the doctor can fit you in, Mr...

Black. Trevor.

And I'll need some details.

Look, I haven't really got any. I'm camping nearby.

No, I mean your home address and your GP.

Look... I don't, I don't have time for this.

I just need someone to look at my eye for me, that's all.

- Is there a problem? - This is Trevor Black. He...

I just need you to patch me up, Doctor, that's all.

That looks nasty. You'd better come through.

TREVOR COUGHS

How on earth did you do it?

Breaking firewood. End flew up and hit me.

You need to be more careful. COUGHS

Get off!

OK. Head back.

GASPS

You're going to need a stitch in this, OK?

I supp... COUGHS

I supp... COUGHS PERSISTENTLY

That is a dreadful cough.

Gonna have to let me give you something for that.

No, it's nothing.

COUGHS It's nothing. I'm fine.

Once you see it, you'll be convinced.

Convinced of your insanity, more like.

If you call winning the top prize at the hill climb "insanity", then yes.

I'm telling you, Bernard, I have found a classic.

It's a race-bred thoroughbred

and it just needs a minimal tweak from you.

Vernon, there's two days.

It'd have to be a classic in pretty bloomin' good condition

to stand half a chance.

We're mere mechanics, not Marvo the Magician and his assistant.

There's no harm just going to see it though, is there?

I suppose not.

So where is it, then?

Bill Thomas's cowshed.

Vernon!

Thanks, Jenny. That should help soothe the cough for a bit, anyway.

He doesn't look well at all.

No. He's very reluctant to let me examine him.

I want to see him again in a day or two.

Not going to be very easy. I think he's sleeping rough.

I've got you some linct...

SHE SIGHS

- What is it? - He's gone.

BERNIE: Where on Earth are we going?

VERNON: Bernard, stand by to be amazed.

CHICKENS CLUCKING

I thought you said it was a cowshed.

VERNON: It used to be a cowshed. It's a chicken shed now.

What do you think?

I think I must be mad to be standing here.

Has it actually got an engine

or has it got a petrol-powered roost in there?

Well, let's have a look at it at least, eh?

Well... It looks all right.

All right? It's fantastic!

Now, then, Bernard. Be honest.

Now you've seen it, you're hooked, aren't you?

CHICKENS CLUCKING

I'll take that as a yes.

HACKING COUGH

Don't get too comfortable.

This is private property. I want you gone now.

I want to find whoever felled that tree and charge them.

Oh, word is that it's Clegghorne.

He's usually the loudest protestor about the hill climb.

He's usually the loudest protestor about everything.

He wasn't giving anything away last night.

So you two get up to his farm now and put some pressure on.

- Yes, Sarge. - Yes, sir.

It might be an idea if someone talked to the hill climb drivers

in case one of them knows something.

In an unofficial capacity, of course.

Well, I could wander over there, Sarge.

Thanks, Alf. I'm sure you'll enjoy a wee wander.

DOG BARKS

Not got any work to do?

On the contrary, Mr Clegghorne.

You were spotted near to where that tree was felled

just before it happened. Perhaps you can explain what you were doing?

Farming, of course. I've land up there.

It's a funny time of the day to be farming the land.

That's my decision.

Yeah, well, it'll be our decision whether or not to prosecute,

so just try and co-operate, will you?

If only you lot would spend as much time

keeping an eye on those racers down there,

tearing round the countryside, frightening the animals.

It's a legally sanctioned event that a lot of people enjoy.

It should never have been allowed.

And if anything goes wrong for them, I for one will be delighted.

Nothing else better had go wrong, Mr Clegghorne, or I'll be back.

PHIL: Just keep your nose clean, eh?

SWING PIANO MUSIC

That's not very wise, old boy.

- Eh? - One slip and boom.

Oh! Quite right.

Silly me.

Are you a steward or something?

No, nothing like that. I'm just here as a spectator.

Eric Evans. Overall champion three years running.

Oh, really?

It was a couple of years back and I don't race anymore.

But what about you?

Oh, I just popped out in my lunch hour to see some of these cars.

Well, perhaps I could show you around.

I still know one end of a racing car from the other.

It'd be a pleasure to have a look round some of these racing cars

and meet some of the drivers, perhaps?

My pleasure. Might as well start here, look.

I reckon Mr Vernon's right. She is a bit of a beauty.

So was the Titanic.

What do you reckon, then?

Well, you're not wrong. She is quite special.

Oh, good. Mr Vernon will be really pleased.

CLUCKS

Strewth!

If this isn't the last of them, I'll wring its wretched neck.

Mr Scripps! Gonna upset her.

CLUCKS ANGRILY

I'll catch it later.

ENGINE REVS It's a beauty.

And some.

Cheers, Harry.

You're welcome, lads, you're welcome.

You've been most helpful. I almost feel like an expert myself now.

Well, I won't keep you any longer, Mr Evans.

Eric, please. And it's no trouble.

And If there's anything else I can do.

Oh, thanks.

I might take you up on that.

MAN: That is brake fluid, yes. Someone's cut that.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

KNOCK ON DOOR

Clegghorne wouldn't budge, Sarge.

He denied any involvement,

so we had to settle for giving him a gypsy's warning.

Do you think he'll listen?

STEVE: I don't think he wants this to end up in court.

Well, let's hope it makes him see sense.

The last thing we need is more trouble

just as scores of visitors... PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Yes, Alf.

We'll be right there.

Someone's put a nick in the brake pipe, Sarge.

Looks like it was done with a hacksaw.

Well, the whole lot could have drained out in time.

And left him high and dry.

Or worse. Far worse.

Who'd do a thing like that?

That's what we intend to find out, Mr Smee.

It'll be one of the idiot farmers. They've been hanging around,

especially that loudmouth who was in the pub last night.

- Clegghorne? - That's the one.

He was here just a while ago.

Looks like your gypsy's warning didn't do much good.

MUSIC: 'Spooky' by Dusty Springfield

TWIG SNAPS, DOG BARKS

What is it?

I don't know. I thought I heard someone.

Had to chase a trespasser off the estate this morning.

Poor fellow had been sleeping rough for a while by the look of him.

Ben, you're imagining things. Come back here.

The world is full of little people, Sergeant. Jealous little people.

But even I have to admit

I have never had anything like this done to me before.

Do you mean there have been other incidents, Mr Smee?

Oh, just petty matters.

I mean, you fire an employee,

sometimes you get four flat tyres in the morning,

if you get my drift.

- And what job would that be? - Demolition.

Smee and Sons. A longstanding family business.

Started in Middlesex, then moved north.

We're one of the biggest firms in the game.

I see.

We made our pile by taking on

those jobs that no-one else wants, Sergeant.

By getting our hands dirty, as it were.

Yes, but you're quite sure there have been no other incidents

like this, no threats against you?

I'm quite sure, Sergeant.

Right. Well, thank you for your time, Mr Smee.

Pleasure.

I can't wait, Bernard.

Well, you'll have to.

I thought you said it was ready?

I said she was running

and might be all right for tomorrow. It's not quite the same as "ready".

But I need to get some practice, Vernon.

Yes, you do indeed.

It's a little monster, this. Very powerful. You'll have to be careful.

But look, if you only need to hear it running,

I'll take David with me, he can listen to it running,

and then he can tell you if it needs tuning.

DAVID CRIES OUT IN ALARM

Vernon!

DAVID CRIES OUT

All right. Thanks for letting us know. Bye.

Ben Norton. They've had a prowler at the estate,

so I'd better go and have a look around.

- I'll tell Merton. - Thanks.

Blimey, that was close.

Glad you're enjoying it, David.

Now for the ultimate test.

What?

TYRES SCREECH

Not again.

Mr Clegghorne, where did you go after we'd spoken yesterday morning?

What's it to you?

A car was sabotaged in the Aidensfield Arms car park.

Had its brake pipe cut.

You were seen in the area at the time of the incident.

So therefore it must have been me! Call that police work?

So I'd like your accounts of your whereabouts.

Mr Clegghorne, this is a very serious allegation.

What were you doing in the car park yesterday morning?

I was just having a word,

telling those idiots they'd be better off doing something sensible,

hunting, fishing, bloomin' gliding for all I care,

anything but driving around here like lunatics.

And that's all?

Yes, that's all.

Oh, I may have done the odd bit to protest about the hill climb,

but I'd never do anything dangerous.

Oh, really? Then how do you explain this?

Well, you saw it, didn't you? You stopped?

Mr Clegghorne...

Look. My idea of sabotage is to take a crowbar to it!

Don't tell me you wouldn't know how to cut through a brake pipe!

Look, I want to protest, not to k*ll someone.

- So you admit it? - Yes!

I admit to the ruddy tree and the slurry, yes.

But not this nonsense. And there's an end to it.

I'd say it was the beginning.

I'd like you to follow me down to the police station for questioning.

Oh, Mr Evans.

I wonder if I could have a word?

Yeah, of course.

Well, I've got a mate who's on the local police force

and he wants me to tell the drivers to stay off the road.

They're worried about there being any more trouble.

Yeah, you're quite right.

I mean, that sabotage business could have been quite...

Exactly. It's best not to tempt fate.

Well, if you could you pass it on.

- Yeah, indeed. - Ta.

One of the grooms noticed the door wasn't locked first thing.

Looks like someone dossed down here for the night.

Nobody saw him then?

No, but I'm pretty sure it'll be the same fellow I chased off yesterday.

He'd been camping out on the estate. I thought I'd got rid of him

and then I heard someone snooping round the cottage late last night.

Nothing was taken?

No, not that I'm aware of.

Right, well, I'm sure he's long gone by now,

but I'll have a look around before I go.

Let me know if you see him again.

Thanks, Phil.

In you go, in you go. Gently. Take it easy, take it easy.

Whoa! Whoa!

Just think, Bernard,

the two of us are going to become local heroes.

Don't count your chick...

Remember you've got to get it up that hill in one piece.

I know. But that's why we need the practice.

It's not gonna be as easy as you think.

With this beauty, we'll walk it.

She is quite something.

I just needed to know, Bernard, that she was fast.

Very fast. Eh, David?

Eh, you can stay on and be my co-driver this afternoon.

I knew I could count on you.

Do you know, when I weakened that mixture, Bernard,

she just flew up that hill. That engine just picked up...

How many times have I got to tell you?

The slurry was me, the tree was me, but not this.

That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact

that sabotaging a car's brakes

is a far more serious matter than obstructing the highway?

It's got to do with the truth.

I mean, WHY would I want to harm someone?

You almost k*lled me, Clegghorne

Well... I was stupid.

I just felled the tree to make trouble.

And the slurry, which I rode into at some speed today?

That wasn't meant to injure someone?

It was just a protest.

So you expect me to believe that you're responsible

for the lesser offences, but not this.

Despite the fact you were seen in the area before it was discovered?

Yes. KNOCK ON DOOR

I've just had a couple of farmers on the phone complaining, Sarge.

Apparently some of the hill climbers have gone out on a test drive.

They've been seen passing Crook Hill Farm

and now they're heading back towards the village.

I thought you told them not to?

Well I left a message,

but Evans obviously didn't pass it on.

You'd better go and stop them. I don't want any more trouble.

On my way, Sarge.

MUSIC: Jambalayah (On The Bayou) by Gerry And The Pacemakers

♪ Come on, Joe, we gotta go

♪ Me-oh-my-oh

♪ We gotta go take the pirogue down to bayou

♪ Play guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh

♪ Son of a g*n, we're having fun on the bayou

♪ I said now come on, Joe we gotta go

♪ Oh, on the bayou

♪ Whoa, we gotta go take the pirogue

♪ Down to bayou

♪ Oh, now, pick guitar fill fruit jar

♪ And be gay-oh

♪ Son of a g*n, we're having fun

♪ On the bayou

♪ Well, jambalayah and a crawfish pie

♪ And fillet gumbo

♪ Oh, tonight I'm gonna see oh, my cher amio

♪ Oh now, pick guitar fill fruit jar

♪ And be gay-oh

♪ Son of a g*n, we're having fun on the bayou

♪ Oh, let's go ♪

SCREECH OF TYRES

SMASH

Don't touch him! Don't move him!

He's alive.

Is he breathing?

He's alive all right. Just out for the count.

This is turning into a nightmare.

Scores of people are due tomorrow

and we have a lunatic saboteur at work.

STEVE: That's what it looks like.

And where's our main suspect at the time? Right under my ruddy nose.

You two get back up there,

find out who owns that Land Rover and trailer.

Might be one of Clegghorne's cronies.

- Sarge. - Sarge.

Alf, perhaps you could talk to the drivers again.

Check out the injured man, his enemies and his rivals and so on.

Of course it's strictly unofficial.

Of course, Sarge. I'm on my way now.

Thanks, Alf.

Oscar, have you got a minute?

Oh, yes, please.

Any excuse to stop doing these books.

What is it, then?

Merton wants to find out about that driver who was injured yesterday.

Have you heard anything?

You want to talk to Gina.

She's been chatting to the drivers all week.

Oh, right. I want to ask her about someone else as well.

You can ask her when she gets back. She won't be long.

Who is that you're, er, interested in, then?

Eric Evans.

What? The former champion?

The very same.

What's he done, then?

Well, that's what I want to find out.

I need a co-driver to practise with.

Oh, no, Mr Scripps, not again.

Come on. I don't want him taking it off on his own.

It can be a bit of a handful, this, you know, Bernard.

- Go on. Keep an eye on him. - Avanti!

DAVID SCREAMS

Mr Vernon!

Sarge, we've traced that Land Rover and trailer back to Brownlow's farm.

But he didn't know anything about it.

- And you believe him? - Yeah.

He didn't even know it was missing.

He hadn't heard of the hill climb till we mentioned it.

So if it wasn't Brownlow, and Clegghorne's in the clear,

then we're back to square one. - Sarge.

Gina's got some information about Eric Evans.

GINA: I had a chat with some of the drivers.

They told me Evans was disqualified a couple of years ago.

They accused him of nicking money from the treasury.

It was never proved either way. Evans denied it.

GINA: Took it really badly.

He swore he'd take revenge

and finish the organisers like they finished him.

And did he do anything about this at the time?

He just turned up this year. Everyone assumed he'd got over it.

- But maybe not. - Well, there was that business

about him not passing on the message to the drivers from me.

He'd know the area and his way round a car.

Right.

Thank you, Gina.

You're welcome.

I think it's time we paid Mr Evans a visit.

OSCAR: I'm pretty sure he's out, but it's best to make certain.

KNOCK AT DOOR Mr Evans.

DOOR UNLOCKING

OSCAR: Sarge.

SARGE: Thank you, Oscar.

Just have a look, will you?

Ah.

Three of the racers were willing to back

allegations of theft and embezzlement against Mr Evans,

leaving the organisers no alternative

but to disqualify the three-times champion from the competition.

That's interesting.

Do you think it's been Evans all along, Sarge?

Well, he certainly has reason to be put out.

DAVID SCREAMS

SCREAMS

All right, that's me for the day. I'll see you tomorrow.

Night, Sarge. PHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police.

Can I have the address?

We're on our way.

Somebody's set fire to one of the hill climbers' lockups.

All right. Let's go.

MAN: Quicker. Come on now. Push. Push!

PANTS

Come on, David. Fuel up.

Today's the big day.

I couldn't eat a thing.

Oh, the way you went up that hill!

Oh, I'm worried sick.

It's racing, David. Speed is what it's all about.

All set, then?

Yup.

Right. I'm ready for the off.

Vernon, before you go, there's just the small matter of my bill.

Bernard, the winnings are virtually in the bag.

I'll settle up with you later. Come on.

VERNON: ♪ We're in the money. ♪

ALFRED WHINES

SPLUTTERS

COUGHS

It's really not our weekend, is it?

All we have to go on is that one of the victims

is our old friend Geoffrey Smee again.

Can't just be coincidence.

He's been involved in all three sabotage incidents, Sarge.

Perhaps he's been the real target all along.

He did say he would have been the one to hit that Land Rover

if he hadn't been overtaken at the last moment.

That would rule out all our farmers.

Their grudge is against the organisers

rather than any individual.

It's certainly starting to look that way.

I'll see if I can dig up anything on Geoffrey Smee.

He was one of the drivers

who got Evans disqualified from that competition.

Better get out there and try and find Eric Evans.

Sarge.

Hey!

TANNOY: 'Good morning, everybody.

'May I welcome you all to the Ashfordly Annual Hill Climb.'

MUSIC: 'Mustang' by The Shadows

VERNON: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Make way for the winner. HORNS BEEP

David, get that form in, quick.

Go on. And make sure he spells my name right on the cup.

MUSIC: 'Ride Of The Valkyries' by Richard Wagner

ANNOUNCER: 'First down the hill is number .

'A Ford Escort.'

APPLAUSE

TYRES SCREECH

Delta alpha two four to control, over.

'Go ahead, Steve.'

Alf, can you tell Sarge I'm up on the bridge at the hill climb.

A man seems to think he's seen a bloke

hanging around in some woods near to the track.

I'm going up to have a look. Over.

Phil, it's Liz. Can you get over to Ben's cottage straightaway?

There's been a break-in.

CROWD CHEERING

Mr Evans.

I'd like a word with you.

So the only thing that you can see that's missing

is a half a bottle of whisky?

He's had a go at some bread, cheese and fruit

but apart from that, I don't think there's anything.

And you think you recognise him, Liz?

Definitely.

He called into the surgery the other day.

He cut his eye and needed stitches.

He also has a terrible cough, so I can't imagine he'll have got far.

But that's the fella's been prowling around here.

Why didn't you say something the other night?

I'm not psychic, Ben.

I didn't know he was going to start breaking into houses.

Well, yes, but did it not occur to you to mention it?

No, I thought he'd just move on.

Who is he, Liz? He must have left some details.

Not really.

His name is Trevor Black.

He disappeared from the surgery

before we could find anything else out.

Right. Well, I'll let the Sarge know

that we're looking for this guy out on the estate.

And I'll get back to the surgery.

Give me a call if there's any news, right?

Of course.

SIGHS

You can't seriously think I'd have anything to do

with sabotaging that car?

There have been a number of incidents, Mr Evans,

most recently a fire in one of the barns containing competitors' cars.

I don't know anything about that

and I don't know anything about a fire.

We searched your room at the Aidensfield Arms, Mr Evans.

You did what?

We found a list of race competitors and newspaper cuttings.

You were accused of embezzlement

and disqualified from the race two years ago.

Oh, I see. You think I'm here to reap my revenge.

Very dramatic, Constable.

Look...

They disqualified me for something I didn't do,

so I'm going to get them disqualified in return.

Why didn't you pass on the message from Alf Ventress to the drivers?

It proved a point. There should be stewards in the village

before the actual event to prevent such things.

Where were you first thing this morning?

I had a breakfast meeting at a hotel with a journalist.

The London Evening News is going to run a piece based on my findings.

I'm sure they'll vouch for me. Here's my, er...

receipt, if you don't believe me.

Happy now?

Not exactly.

RADIO: 'Control to Panda One. Bellamy.

'Ventress tells me you're looking for a Trevor Black

on the Ashfordly estate. Any sign? Over.'

No, Sarge.

He seems to have done a disappearing act. Over.

'We have some interesting news on Mr Black.

'Can you get back to the station ASAP and we'll fill you in.'

On my way, Sarge.

Over and out.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Three and a half litres, three and a half litres.

Vernon.

Vernon.

- Not now, Bernard! - Hang on.

Hang on. I need a word with you.

Like the great Sancho, I'm thinking of nothing else but the start.

- Vernon, will you wait? - No.

Vernon!

Avanti!

Vernon!

APPLAUSE

Right. Thank you very much. Bye, then.

I spoke to a colleague in Middlesex

who dug up a thing or two about Geoffrey Smee.

There are cases pending against him concerning his failure

to safeguard his workforce against the dangers of asbestos.

Asbestos?

If the right precautions aren't taken,

workers can develop asbestosis, which is potentially fatal.

One of the cases against him concerns an Albert Black,

who died of asbestosis last year.

Albert had a son who also worked for Smee.

Trevor.

Exactly. I suspect he's suffering

from the same condition as his father.

Well, he must know it's fatal.

And it's a fair bet he knows that Smee's poor working practices

k*lled his father and are now k*lling him.

Sounds like a grade-A motive.

Right. So let's go out and find him.

- Tell Crane to meet us up there. - Sarge.

And we need to speak to Geoffrey Smee.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

OK. Thank you.

Brilliant! Well done.

CHUCKLES

Can I have a word?

Could we have a word, please, Mr Smee?

Jumped-up, little...

He wouldn't know a sensible decision if it bit him on the backside.

Why? What happened?

Disqualified. That's what happened.

All because the engine was big or something,

or overcharged.

Overcharged?!

David, I don't know. Who reads forms, anyway?

There you are.

Not now, Bernard.

Vernon.

Not now!

Vernon, I need to speak to you. Wait.

Wait.

I should have known it. So it's been Albert's son all along, has it?

Out to get me?

We think so. We know he feels strongly about his father's death.

He's certainly been in the area hiding out.

Old man Black. Was a nasty business.

Trevor's also been to see me

and I suspect he may be suffering from asbestosis himself.

Ah.

So he'll be in a bit of a state, then?

We believe he holds you responsible for his father's death

and his own condition.

I don't see why.

It's all very well everyone saying asbestos is a k*ller now,

but how was I supposed to know?

With respect, Mr Smee,

it's been the subject of workforce law since the 's.

If I listened to every little rule that comes down from Westminster,

I'd never get a job finished,

- let alone make any money. - But...

But nothing. Thanks for the police protection (!)

Good to see the humble rate-payer getting something for his money.

Glad to know you approve.

Let me know when you find him, Sergeant.

I have a race to win.

I never want to see that thing again.

Don't be like that.

By the time I've settled Bernard's bill,

I'll have lost a small fortune on that white elephant.

Come on.

MUSIC: 'Heebie Jeebies' by The Fourmost

Any sign?

No, Sarge. Steve's by the side of the track.

Liz, can you join him? You're more likely to recognise Trevor.

Of course.

Is Smee still racing?

I couldn't stop him.

- Needle in a haystack time. - I know.

I couldn't find my own mother in this crowd.

There.

Sarge! We've spotted him. Can you hold the cars below?

It's too late, Smee's on his way. Try and get hold of him.

He's here.

Oi!

Trevor!

- Whoa! - 'Ey up.

- Hey! - Watch it.

Excuse me. Trevor!

BRAKES SCREECH

You could have k*lled yourself! TREVOR COUGHS

Put him on the bed.

There you are.

Trevor, the ambulance is on its way.

We're gonna see what the hospital can do for you.

Not a lot, I expect.

I'm afraid I'll have to talk to you about several acts of sabotage.

Well, what's to say?

Endangering life is a serious matter.

So is not getting your workers to wear protective clothing,

especially when one of them is a -year-old kid helping his dad.

Out of my way. Out of my way. So you got him.

I could have been k*lled! And he ruined my fastest time.

I want to press charges in the...

We'll be doing that providing he lives long enough.

I'm just keeping you away from a very sick man for your own good.

For my own good? I want justice!

Well, you'll be getting justice of your own one day very soon, Mr Smee.

In court.

COUGHS

At last.

What's the big deal? Have I won the pools or something?

Well, in a way, yes, you have.

What are you talking about, Bernard?

I've been talking to some of the other drivers.

They're very interested in your car.

The SS, Vernon,

is a prototype.

A classic.

Classic?

Yeah, yeah. It's very rare. It's worth a fortune.

Yeah, Vernon, you may have been disqualified,

but you've hit the flaming jackpot.

VERNON: Flipping heck.

Oi! Keep off that!

HANDBRAKE SPRINGS

No!

No! Stop.

No.

Stop that car!