[nobles laughing]
- [noble 1] Little tittle, darling?
- [noble 2] I thought you'd never ask.
[both laughing]
- Mmm.
- Oh, Saltley, stop it.
Massive diamond, darling? [chuckles]
Oh.
[horses whinnying]
- Hut! Giddyap! Hyah! Hut, hut!
- [gasps] Oh.
What the devil is happening?
Highwayman, sir. You're being robbed.
- What are we to do?
- Your dueling p*stol.
Ah, yes. Of course.
Here you go, driver. Good luck.
I think you'll find mine's bigger.
- [hammer cocks]
- Good Lord.
- We'll have to make a run for it.
- I'm not sure I could in this dress.
What have you done with my wife?
- [wife] I'm over here.
- [grunts]
[grunts]
Who the devil are you?
Darling, it's d*ck Turpin.
Oh! Well, why didn't you say? Marvelous.
Simply everybody wants
to be robbed by d*ck Turpin,
the most famous and dashing highwayman
of all time.
Here, have all my money.
Have my trousers. In fact, have my wife.
I'm off. Bye.
- [screams]
- Strange man.
Madam, it's been an absolute pleasure
robbing you blind.
What about a proper kiss?
I'd love to. It's just that I've realized
there's no one driving the coach.
One small kiss couldn't hurt.
Mmm. [moans, kisses]
[person] Oi, Turpin.
Wake up.
Think you're dreaming again, mate.
[wife] It's d*ck Turpin.
[Saltley] Everybody wants to be
robbed by d*ck Turpin.
[grunts, groans]
You were talking in your sleep again.
At one point, you tried to kiss me,
you weirdo.
[chuckling] Really? How was that for you?
Just grab your stuff. We're going.
Great, is that lunch?
No, you're about to be hanged.
I see. And then lunch?
[sighs] What an idiot.
[theme music playing]
Professional mourner for your hanging, sir?
- What you got for me?
- Ah, special offer.
Two sad hags and a boy in low spirits.
Half a crown?
Mmm, he doesn't look that sad.
Okay.
Well, how about
something from our genuine widow range?
- [d*ck] Now you're talking.
- Yeah. All recently bereaved.
Real tears are standard.
Look at Margaret, sir. Look at Margaret.
Classic resting sad face.
- Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
Love Margaret. Yes to Margaret.
Got yourself a deal.
See you up there.
[wails] Too soon!
[wailing]
Actually, Margaret,
save it till we get there.
You're bringing the mood down
a little bit.
Oh.
There will now be
a short break for refreshments.
What's going on?
We're allowed a drink before they hang us.
- Come on. I'm buying.
- [growls]
Anyone not back on the coach
in the next half an hour,
I will leave without you. Okay?
Hello. My name's Poorly Martin,
and I sh*t a chicken.
[all] Hello, Poorly Martin.
Hello. My name's Lizzy Fish,
and I threatened to set fire
to a hay bale.
[all] Hello, Lizzy Fish.
Wow, you really can get hanged
for anything these days. [chuckles]
Hello. My name's Bill the Blade,
and I k*lled 26 members of my own family.
Hello, Bill the Blade.
What about you?
His name is d*ck Turpin,
and he's a highwayman.
- Who are you?
- My name is Eliza Bean and I'm a writer.
Move over. I write true-crime stories.
- Really?
- Yes.
I mean, I used to write
these beautiful plays, poems,
but no one cared.
You write about the most horrific m*rder
and people can't get enough of it.
Why do you think that is, Eliza?
I don't know. I think people
are just fascinated by criminals.
I think my readers would like
to hear your story.
[Poorly] Well, there's not much to tell.
I wasn't aiming for the chicken.
No, no, no. Not you, Poorly Martin.
You. d*ck Turpin.
d*ck Turpin. I've heard of you.
You sh*t Tom King.
sh*t his face right off.
Nice work.
Do you really think
people would like to hear my story?
- Not really.
- [Poorly] Yes, please.
My mum used to tell me stories.
Come on, d*ck. Spill the beans.
I think people are gonna
find you fascinating.
[chuckles] I don't know.
I feel a bit embarrassed. I...
I was born to a butcher
in the village of Hempstead.
Oh, God. I'm going for a piss.
[d*ck] I had a happy childhood,
and I loved my dad.
But growing up, I realized that
the life of a butcher just wasn't for me.
Have you k*lled that rabbit yet?
No, but I have made this entire village
out of courgettes. [chuckles]
Look at me and you, made out of peppers.
There's you, looking angry.
Not quite as angry as you are now.
How long did that take you?
Nine hours.
Well, when you finish that,
can you k*ll those swans?
Not Carol and Sue, they're in love.
I mean,
I don't even know how you k*ll a swan.
Do you kick it? Do you chop it?
Do you hit it with a shoe?
Sometimes I look at you and think,
"Do you even wanna be a butcher?"
Of course I don't wanna be a butcher.
I'm a vegan.
I've been saying this since I was five.
I love animals.
[sighs] It's not my life, Dad.
It's your life. You know?
Yeah, you always were a bit weird.
Drawing, coming up with funny ideas,
wearing strange outfits.
You're the weirdest of all my children.
I'm an only child, Dad.
[sighs] I just feel like
I'm destined to do something, you know?
Something big, something creative.
[clicks tongue] Well.
If that's how you feel, I suppose
I could get your cousin Benny in.
He loves k*lling animals.
He's already done a few shifts
when you weren't around.
- He's actually really good.
- I know.
He loves meat.
He loves talking about meat,
touching meat.
He's got his own knives.
Just get Benny, Dad.
It'll be better for you.
You know, I'll go and follow my dreams.
[sighs]
- [father] You're sure?
- Yeah.
Well, I was gonna leave all this to you.
Benny will have it now.
And, uh, your room.
What about my stuff?
Have to probably burn it.
Throw it into the street.
[sighs] All right, Dad.
Look, I'll just take these purple shoes
and my sewing machine.
Right. Well, if that's your decision,
I'll let Benny know.
All right.
- All right, Benny?
- All right?
Great, so you already told him?
- Things were coming to a head.
- In what way?
You spent nine hours
making a courgette village.
Look after yourself, Son.
Say goodbye to Carol and Sue for me, Dad.
- See ya, Benny.
- [Benny] See ya.
- Do you think he's gonna be all right?
- He'll be dead by the end of the week.
[thunder rumbling]
So, you really made an entire village
out of courgettes?
Yeah. Well, actually,
I used pumpkins for the foundations.
I mean, you need a firm base.
And your dad kicked you out?
Yeah, I can't believe it.
I've got no job, I've got nowhere to live.
All I own in the world
is this sewing machine
- and these powerful, purple shoes.
- Cool.
You haven't got anywhere
I could store them?
Yeah. Put them in the cupboard.
Brilliant. Thanks, Little Karen.
You're a diamond.
[echoing] Whoa, that is a big cupboard.
No, not that door. The next one along.
That's a secret passage.
[d*ck]
I didn't know you had a secret passage.
- Well, it's a secret, isn't it?
- [chuckles] Yeah.
If everyone knew about it,
it would just be a passage.
That's not nearly as cool, is it?
Wow, secret passage though. Check you out.
Wish I had a secret passage.
- That sounds weird.
- Yeah, that did sound a bit weird. Sorry.
[door opens]
[thunder rumbling]
Five glasses of k*ll grief.
We don't serve people we don't know.
[sighs] Fine.
I'm Tom King.
Honesty Barebone.
Nicholas Fraser.
Moose Pleck. And... [grunts]
Steve.
Steve.
Well, actually, I prefer Steven.
[sighs]
Not a biggie. Steve's fine.
There's an opening coming up in my g*ng.
Is there?
- [grunts]
- [patron screams]
You.
Tomorrow, Lord Rookwood will be traveling
to his summer retreat in Dagenham.
You're gonna stop his coach and direct him
to Rowney Woods where we will be waiting.
Are you joking? I'm eight.
Exactly. He won't suspect you.
Sorry, just to be clear, does this mean
that I am not in the g*ng anymore?
- [g*nsh*t]
- [grunts]
What if they don't stop?
Then you pull out your barking iron
and you make them stop.
What's a barking iron?
[Nicholas] One of these.
Oh, yeah. I've seen one of those, yeah.
[chuckles]
Got it.
Who are you?
Just the local butcher.
I was a butcher actually.
I've just been replaced
by my cousin Benny.
[chuckles] He's got his own knives.
To be honest, I wasn't really feeling it.
You know, I'm a vegan and, uh...
I mean, I've got skills. I just
don't really know how to channel them.
But I feel like
there's something out there f-for me.
- [Tom groaning]
- You know, something quite creative.
This is your lucky day.
- Is it?
- [Tom] Yeah.
Got a job for ya.
[chuckles] Cool. What is it?
What I just told her to do!
[Steven] Okay, I guess
I'd just really appreciate some feedback.
- I mean, I thought... [grunts]
- [g*nsh*t]
Here.
Okay. [sighs] So, um, I just push
that button and it comes out that tube.
Where do I wear that?
Where do you keep yours?
Is it... Is it sort of up here
or is there a holster?
Is there a safety catch?
'Cause I feel like this could go off
in my trousers.
No. There's no safety catch.
Right. Seems a bit dangerous.
Maybe I'll carry it in a bag.
Yeah. You do that.
Okay.
Tomorrow. Ten o'clock. Don't weasel out.
- Steve.
- [g*ng] Steve.
[Steven] It's Steven.
- [g*nsh*t]
- [Steven grunts]
[Tom] ♪ Oh, my poorest soul
Wherever it may be ♪
- d*ck, what are you doing?
- [door closes]
You can't do this.
I couldn't let you go, could I?
You're a child. It's much too dangerous.
- What if we both go?
- That's even worse.
Look, I'll be okay.
Just one question. Did he say
there was or wasn't a safety catch?
Just be careful.
'Cause if you get caught doing this,
you're in real trouble.
I'm not gonna get caught.
Don't worry about me.
I'm a master of disguise.
Giddyap, boys. Yep. Yep. [exclaims]
So, what you're saying is
you've seen a g*ng of men
up in my top field stealing my deer.
And the reason you know this is
because you're from
precisely 15 minutes into the future.
Exactly.
What's it like in the future?
It's pretty much the same as it is now.
I mean,
the outfits have come on a little bit.
Give me that bag.
- What's this?
- That's a banana.
[item squeaks]
And this?
It's one of those waterproof ponchos,
in case it rains.
And what's this?
I believe that's called a barking "ion."
- It's a g*n.
- Yeah, that's it. It's a g*n.
With the initials TK.
You're in Tom King's g*ng.
Charlatan!
How dare you enter my carriage
with this cock-and-bull story?
- [grunting]
- [d*ck] Oh! Please!
[Rookwood] Don't stop, driver!
- It's a bloody ambush!
- [driver exclaims] Come on.
[screams]
[d*ck screams]
[Rookwood, d*ck scream]
[grunting]
Bye-bye, Future Man!
Get out!
[clicks tongue] Ah, that's a shame.
I love that poncho.
Where is he?
Uh, it didn't quite go according to plan.
Who have you come as?
I'm from the future.
Only 15 minutes into the future.
Uh-huh.
If you're from the future,
you should've seen this coming.
[groans]
- [yelps]
- What happened?
Did you just k*ll Tom King?
Technically, yeah. But, guys,
there's a little bit of context.
Then you are a braver man than me.
He's gone. We're free!
- Yes!
- [sighing]
You mean this is fine?
We hated him.
You've done us a massive favor.
What, a headshot as well, yeah?
- Nice. I can see inside his mind.
- Oh, that's disgusting.
All he wanted to do was rob people for
money, and that's not what this is about.
No. Isn't it?
- No.
- No, of course not.
[Nicholas] I wanna rob people as a protest
about the injustice
of hereditary land ownership.
And to help the poor.
We'll still k*ll people though?
Yeah, of course we'll still k*ll people.
Sweet.
I can't believe you guys
didn't like Tom King.
Well, he actually said
some really horrible things to me.
[sniffles] Really horrible.
Hey, do you wanna talk about it?
[inhales sharply, snorts]
And he said I had cankles,
which is not okay.
No.
'Cause I'm actually quite sensitive
about my legs.
I can never find breeches that fit,
which is why I always ride sidesaddle.
But Tom said I looked like
a big girl's blouse when I did that.
Nothing wrong with looking like
a big girl's blouse, my large friend.
They're practical, they're elegant.
I mean,
I wore a dress for nearly a year once.
No underwear, the breeze blowing up me.
It felt great. You should try it.
- [chuckles] Yes, please.
- We're meant to be scary.
All I'm saying is,
if Moose rocked up
in a stunning loose-cut smock frock,
he'd get my vote.
- It would be more comfortable.
- And your confidence would soar.
Clothes maketh the man.
- Clearly.
- Or the woman.
I mean, check out this guy. [chuckles]
Rocking those breeches, yeah?
- Clearly a lady.
- Wait, what?
- [groans]
- Well, that's a game changer.
What, you didn't know?
But you're... you're called Nicholas.
- Okay, um, my real name is Nell.
- What?
Opportunities for women
in highway robbery aren't exactly great.
So I called myself Nicholas
and dressed as a man.
I mean,
it's pretty obvious to most people.
- No way.
- You know, I can see a time
when women and men do the same job
for the same money.
[laughs] I like it. He's doing a funny.
- That's good.
- I was actually being serious.
- [laughing] It's a double bluff. Two.
- [Honesty chuckles]
- Hmm.
- What?
Just thought I saw a loose cartwheel
by that hillock.
Rolling.
He made me look! Three! Hat trick.
[chuckling] Oh. Insane.
He's great, isn't he?
I like him.
All right, guys. It's been real.
I'm gonna skedaddle.
Got a few little bits to do.
Wait, aren't you gonna be our new leader
and, like, spiritual guru and life coach?
[scoffs] I-I-I'm sorry, what?
[stammers] Yeah.
He's in charge now, right?
Me, leader?
Maybe this is what I was destined to do.
Lead a g*ng of dashing outlaws,
riding across the heath.
- [Honesty] Whoa. Yeah.
- The wind blowing through my hair.
[imitating g*nshots]
- [all imitating g*nshots]
- Sorry.
"Who are you?"
"I'm d*ck Turpin."
"Aren't you a butcher?"
[chuckles] "No, that was ages ago."
- Yes.
-"Can I still buy chops off you?"
"Not really. You'd have to speak
to my dad about that."
Who's he talking to?
- [whispering] His imaginary self.
- He's so cool.
"What about pork medallions?"
"We've been through this, all right?
I'm a highwayman now."
I am a highwayman.
- Yes. I'll do it.
- Yeah!
This is so exciting.
We can have a special handshake.
- Yes!
- A little shake, a-a slide.
Fist bump. Booty bounce.
- [grunting]
- No booty bounce.
Right.
You don't get to decide who's leader.
We decide who's leader,
and you're not gonna be leader.
Okay.
I think d*ck should be leader.
I-I'm not totally sure, but I think
he's the best man in the world.
Me too. He's gonna make me a dress.
Do you think he has a best friend?
Hang on. What about me? All right?
I'm the best highwayman.
I should be in charge.
[sighs] Nell, we love you.
- Mm-hmm. Mmm.
- You're great with a g*n,
- and you ride a mean horse.
- Mmm.
But you do tend to buckle under pressure.
I don't buckle. I never buckle.
I'm unbuckle-able.
Okay then. You can be leader.
- Yeah. Where we going now?
- Head back or get lunch?
Okay. Um, lunch or head back?
Um, both fantastic options.
[clicks tongue] Oh, God. Uh... [sighs]
God, I can't take this stress!
Fine. Whatever. I don't care.
- That settles it. d*ck's our new leader!
- Yes!
[d*ck] And it was in that glorious moment
that my fate was sealed
- and a legend was born.
- [groans]
This is a beautiful moment, guys.
This is where we could do
our special handshake.
- Yes.
- I'm not doing a handshake.
- She'll come around.
- I know.
[d*ck] I was now the rightful leader
of my very own g*ng of outlaws.
- [Bill] Sounds made-up.
- No, it doesn't.
- What bit?
- [Bill] All of it.
One minute you're a butcher
prancing around with your funny ideas.
The next minute
you're dressed as some kind of future man.
Yeah, that was a bit weird.
And then suddenly, you're in charge
of an old g*ng of criminals.
All right. It does sound a bit made-up.
But I can assure you it did happen.
- I believe you, d*ck.
- Thanks, Poorly Martin.
Okay, so let's just do a recap
of what I've written so far.
[clears throat] Turpin,
with his magnificent head of raven hair,
emerges from the upended carriage,
coming face-to-face
with the incandescent Tom King.
Then,
without one thought for his own self,
d*ck Turpin bravely and heroically
sh**t Tom King in the face.
d*ck beguiles the g*ng to take his place
as the new rightful leader.
Bewitching Honesty,
wrestling Moose to the ground
and seducing Nell, who was clearly
in love with him from the beginning.
- Right?
- I mean, yeah, loosely.
Wow. You're incredible.
Okay. Brilliant. Well, I've got all that.
Now, so you're in charge of the g*ng.
What happens next?
Well, next, I made myself and the g*ng
some incredible outfits.
- Outfits?
- Yeah, you know. I wanted us to look good.
I can't listen to this sh*t anymore.
I love it.
What about the cape? Too long?
- [Little Karen] Can a cape be too long?
- Correct answer.
How do you guys feel?
- Bit weird.
- I like it.
I just feel right.
Sorry, is this leather?
No. Surprisingly, it's pleather.
Parsnip leather.
Catches the light, it's durable,
wipes clean.
- Good for blood, yeah?
- [chuckles] Yeah.
We look incredible.
In fact, somebody draw us.
Alf.
[g*ng groaning, sighing]
Somebody else draw us.
Look out, d*ck. Jonathan Wilde's here.
- Who's he?
- The thieftaker general.
I'm not gonna lie, he sounds exactly like
the sort of person we should be avoiding.
No, d*ck. He's a crook.
He had a deal with Tom King.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's dangerous.
- Yeah.
Listen, if you want to walk away
from all this, I wouldn't blame you.
- I'm fine.
- We'll be right here, d*ck.
I'll die for you, d*ck.
That's good to know.
All right, guys, stand behind me.
Try and look menacing.
Nell, let me do the talking.
- [scoffs]
- [exhales sharply]
Ah, Mr. Wilde.
I have to say,
you're slightly smaller than I'd imagined.
I am Jonathan Wilde.
Yep. That makes more sense.
- This is my son, Christopher.
- Hello, Christopher.
Currently,
my wife and I don't have any childcare.
Absolute ball-ache.
Christopher, go and sit over there.
So, to business.
To business.
Mr. Turpin...
[sighs] ...your reputation precedes you.
Does it?
Well, not many people would have
the nerve to stand up to Tom King.
[chuckles] King was a bully.
I don't like bullies.
Then it's a good thing I come as a friend.
King and I had a certain arrangement.
And now that he's gone
and you seem to be the new leader,
I was wondering if you might be open
to a similar degree of cooperation.
- It's really very simple.
- [Christopher] Dad.
You keep doing what you're doing,
- with no risk of going to the gallows.
- [Christopher] Dad.
We take a look at what you've stolen.
I keep most of it,
maybe even sell one or two items
back to the original owners.
- Dad.
- What?
I found a dead moth.
Christopher,
what did I say to you before we came here?
Keep quiet when you're working.
So why are you telling me
about a dead moth?
It's really big.
Put it down.
It's already dead.
Christopher, you put that moth down now
or you can go and wait in the cart.
Sorry. I mean, adorable, but sometimes...
Okay, so what exactly would be your cut?
Ninety-five percent.
Ninety-five perc...
That's daylight robbery.
I have a lot of overheads, Turpin.
Bribing informants, network of spies,
Christopher's swimming lessons.
- Swimming is important.
- It is.
[sighs] Do you think
you could come down just a little bit?
Listen,
I send a lot of people to the gallows.
Careful, d*ck.
I think he might be threatening us.
Not a thr*at.
We can make an excellent team.
I've already got an excellent team.
We're called the Essex g*ng,
and we don't work for anybody.
[sighs] That's a shame.
[slurping]
You, sir,
have just signed your own death warr...
For crying out loud, Christopher,
can you please pack it in?
I'm afraid you and your g*ng
will be taken in
and hanged for the m*rder of Tom King.
Oh, really? And who's gonna take us in?
- Me.
- [scoffs] You and whose army?
Me and my army.
And who exactly is your army?
Christopher and that singed moth?
No, me and my actual army.
Yeah, that's quite impressive. [sighs]
No one escapes the thieftaker general.
- Guys, secret passage.
- [Honesty] What?
- Go! Go. Go, go!
- [Nell] Come on! Moose!
- [Moose] Honesty!
- [Honesty] Listen to d*ck!
I didn't know
this place had a secret passage.
Well, it's a secret, isn't it?
Well, no, I-I take your point.
I suppose if everyone knew about it,
then it would just... just be a passage.
[chuckles] That's what I said.
You see, we're not so different,
you and I.
Why not come and work for me?
I don't think so.
You see,
Tom King was an old-school highwayman.
I'm new-school.
There's gonna be less v*olence
on my watch,
more charm, maybe even some panache.
We're not gonna be giving money
to fat cats like you.
We're gonna give it to real people,
poor people.
Like Little Karen and Alf who can't draw.
Yes.
Catch you on the flip side, big chin.
[items clattering]
Hmm.
Hi. Can I help you?
I mean, who puts a cupboard
next to a secret passage?
- At least make the doors different colors.
- Exactly. Color-code them.
You know, cupboard, it's practical.
It's green or brown, isn't it?
Secret passage is mysterious, so, purple.
- Or turquoise.
- Exactly.
Just put signs on the doors
like with toilets and be done with it.
Can't put signs on a secret door,
Lizzy the Fish.
Wouldn't be secret anymore, would it?
What about a braille sign
that you have to feel?
Can you read braille?
No, but I wouldn't go in a secret passage.
They freak me out.
[groans] As fascinating
as all this cupboard chat is,
I just don't think
it's gonna make the article.
But we've still got
a thrilling ending though.
- Have we? What ending?
- You. You're gonna get hanged.
I'm not gonna get hanged.
Don't you understand?
I got caught,
but not before I rescued my g*ng.
Leaving them free to rescue me.
It's perfect.
Yeah. No, it is perfect.
Of course they'll come.
They will come.
I heroically and bravely k*lled Tom King.
And then saved them from Jonathan Wilde.
They love me.
Yeah, no. Of course they do.
And when they rescue you,
I will tag along and write a book
about all your adventures.
The Adventures of d*ck Turpin.
And what about if they don't rescue you
and you get hanged?
[Eliza] Well, you know,
then it'll be more of a pamphlet.
A pamphlet?
- A punchy pamphlet.
- A punchy pam...
I don't want to be a punchy...
Nobody wants to be a punchy pamphlet.
I wanna be a punchy pamphlet.
All right then. [sighs]
Everyone back on the wagon.
This is your last chance
to use the toilet.
Ever.
Please take a moment to check
you've got all your personal belongings.
Thank you.
Margaret, you're up.
Think about your husband.
[wailing]
Perfect.
That's dangerous, that is.
Those things can really gather momentum.
- What things?
- Those round things.
- You mean wheels?
- Yeah.
- That's what they're designed to do.
- I know.
I'm just flagging it up.
I don't want to see anyone get hurt.
Well, that's very noble of you, coming
from someone who's about to be hanged.
Geoffrey,
I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,
but I just want to say
I've really enjoyed our time together.
Righto. Mind how you go, Dirk.
- It's d*ck actually.
- Whatever.
- Stay in touch, yeah?
- [Geoffrey] Uh-huh.
[executioner] Any last words?
Yeah. Give me a minute.
I know what you're thinking.
"Who is this guy
with the incredible cheekbones?
Where does he get his hair done?
His jacket's supreme."
Those things aren't important.
Well, they are a little bit.
What is important is
that my name is d*ck Turpin,
and one day I'll be the most famous
highwayman in all of England.
You are literally about to be hanged,
you idiot!
[crowd laughing]
I'm not an idiot actually, because
my g*ng are gonna come and rescue me.
- [crowd jeering]
- In fact, they're already here.
Let me introduce you
to a good friend of mine.
Moose.
[crowd laughing]
[groans] That would have been so good.
This guy is priceless.
- [villager] Hang him!
- I'm sorry.
Let me just get that.
Oh, God, let me get the eyeholes level.
There you go. Can you see?
Yeah, you're good to go.
[executioner] That's enough.
[groans, sighs]
[crowd cheers]
Quick note to my g*ng:
If you were planning a rescue,
probably before the rope goes
around my neck would be a good time.
Guys?
Brilliant. Best hanging I've ever been to.
- [crowd jeering]
- Guys? Guys.
[chuckling]
Come on, guys. Stop messing around.
- Gu...
- [crowd cheers]
[wails]
[d*ck choking]
What are you waiting for? sh**t the rope.
- Quickly!
- Stop pressuring me.
[crowd gasps]
[executioner] Huh?
[sighs] These things
can be a little bit inaccurate.
You did that on purpose.
You don't even want to save him.
Oh, God. Now he's dying.
Look, his body's gone all jerky.
Calm down. He's not dead.
I'll just reload.
Forget this. I'm doing it my way.
[shouting]
[Moose] We're coming, d*ck!
[crowd gasping]
[whistles]
- [crowd screaming]
- [grunts]
[Rookwood] Guards! Get him!
I can't believe you came.
Of course.
You're the best man in the world.
I know.
It's so, so comfortable.
- Moose!
- Sorry, mate.
[Bill] Leg it.
[groans] Not again. [sniffs]
[Honesty grunts, pants]
[banging]
Been in any good cupboards lately?
All right, big chin?
You must have realized by now that
you can never outrun Jonathan Wilde.
- Time to...
- [Christopher] Dad.
- Time to make...
- Dad.
- Time to make...
- Dad!
- For crying out loud, what?
- Cartwheel!
Hmm? [groans]
[glass shattering]
I did flag that up actually.
[d*ck] Am I gonna have to ride
this small horse all the time?
[Nell] Oh, stop moaning.
It's all I could get at short notice.
[d*ck] I mean, I'm the leader.
I should be on a big horse.
I've been on bigger dogs.
[g*ng laughing]
Right. Let's get on with it.
[grunting]
Christopher,
the whole point of a wanted poster
is people see it and recognize who it is.
This looks like a turtle wearing a dress.
- Who did this?
- Alf.
Alf? Alf from the pub?
Everyone knows he can't draw for toffee.
- How many of these have you had made?
- 3000.
Blood and sand, Christopher.
[sighs] When do schools go back?