Uncle.
Nephew...
Mind your duties. Open every parcel
and make no exception.
Yes, Uncle.
- What's that ungodly stink?
- The...
- Scheduled for the morning train?
- Yes, Uncle.
- See that you open it.
- But Uncle...
No stomach for it, eh?
Dear God, you're a delicate one.
All right, I'll do it myself.
For opened it must be.
My dear brother. Richard, he lives!
He lives. Oh, he's alive!
Oh, make haste. He's alive.
Oh, praise God, he's alive!
Hurry! Lest we are too late.
- I knew it was not cholera.
- Cholera?
He was a quack to say it. I knew it! Hurry.
- Five days I've waited to hear that bell.
- You say cholera? Five days?
Richard!
Oh, no!
How can it be? I heard the bell.
Did you not?
I heard it plain.
The bell rang.
No, missy.
A gust of wind or a tremor on the ground.
I'm sorry.
But I heard it.
Load this on. Sharp now.
Steady.
Careful.
Over here. A little to your right.
Set it down.
- There's more colour to you now.
- Yes, I feel much better now, thank you.
- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye, miss.
All right for you.
I'll be in here with it.
Rather you than me, mate.
Oh, the stench!
- Can you do it?
- I think so.
It's a long way back there.
Five carriages, 30 feet each,
that's 150 feet altogether.
I'll manage.
- You're not going to get killed, are you?
- Oh, I'd rather not.
Edward!
- Edward Pierce, my dear fellow!
- Damn. Henry Fowler.
He cannot travel in our compartment.
Henry! What a surprise.
- Fancy seeing you! Are you on this train?
- Yes.
As a matter of fact, so am I.
Oh, forgive me.
Miss Bridget Lawson, Mr Henry Fowler.
Miss Lawson is accompanying
her deceased brother,
but due to the new regulations
she's not permitted in the guard's van.
Therefore she is seeking a compartment.
Well, mine is available.
Henry, you're so kind.
You won't join us, will you?
As a matter of fact,
I've... made other arrangements.
Oh, I see.
- You're quite sure?
- Oh, yes.
You carry on, Henry.
Miss Lawson.
- You're in capable hands.
- You're too kind.
Not at all.
Open up.
Open up, damn you!
Are you alive, then?
Of course I am, you damnable flat.
- Good God, he's alive!
- Open it! Hurry up. I must be quick.
Lift up!
Oh, mother of God.
Oh, the smell!
The things I must do.
Do you have... many gentlemen friends?
Oh, why sure enough.
Gents are ever so friendly to me, they are.
- Me mum said I was a heartbreaker.
- I'm certain you are.
Me mum was a heartbreaker herself.
Had many a caller, she did.
Many a caller.
And always with some little token.
Me mum says a man loves you,
he shows you proper.
- With some little token.
- Quite so.
If you will permit me, I should be
delighted to give you a "token" myself.
- You're a bold gent!
- I'm most serious, I assure you.
- What, here on the train?
- Why not?
Have you not heard of
the 50-mile-an-hour club?
I'm told it's beneficial to the circulation.
- But the van's locked from outside.
- It's taken care of.
- How?
- You'll see soon enough.
My friend will come over the top of
the train between Redhill and Ashford.
That's the fastest part of the run.
I suppose it is.
What about all them bridges?
Your friend, mate, he's mad.
- What's going on?
- Take the rope.
- Is he up there now?
- He is.
He's lucky to be alive.
- Hold on.
- All right.
Now let it go easy.
Go on.
I can't get over the feeling...
You look very familiar.
- Are you sure we've never met?
- Oh, no, sir.
What does your mum do?
Me mum?
She's a seamstress.
An honourable trade.
Me mum's made dresses for Lady
Eversham herself, I'll have you know.
I'm acquainted with Lady Eversham.
- All done?
- Done.
Good. We've got less than a minute.
Bloody hell, you look a sight.
I look a sight?
No, but you're all covered in soot.
It's the smoke.
- I haven't brought a change of clothing.
- That's brilliant!
What are you going to wear
coming off Folkestone station?
Oh, no!
Bloody hell! You paint me green,
make me lie in a coffin with