CAPTION: England, 1747
(Sounds of a coach and horses, galloping)
Moore: Stand and deliver!
Coachman: Not on your life (SHOT) ... aagh!
(Girl screams)
Moore: Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your
peril, for I have two pistols here. I know one of them isn't loaded
any more, but the other one is, so that's one of you dead for
sure...or just about for sure anyway. It certainly wouldn't be worth
your while risking it because I'm a very good shot. I practice every
day...well, not absolutely every day, but most days in the week. I
expect I must practice, oh, at least four or five times a week...or
more, really, but some weekends, like last weekend, there really
wasn't the time, so that brings the average down a bit. I should say
it's a solid four days' practice a week...At least...I mean...I
reckon I could hit that tree over there. Er...the one just behind
that hillock. The little hillock, not the big one on the...you see
the three trees over there? Well, the one furthest away on the
right... (fade)
(Fade up again)
Moore: What's the... the one like that with the leaves
that are sort of regularly veined and the veins go right out with a
sort of um...
Girl: Serrated?
Moore: Serrated edges.
Parson: A willow!
Moore: Yes.
Parson: That's nothing like a willow.
Moore: Well it doesn't matter, anyway. I can hit it seven
times out of ten, that's the point.
Parson: Never a willow.
Moore: Shut up! It's a hold-up, not a Botany lesson. Now,
no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you've
got.
Squire: Lupins?
Moore: Yes, lupins. Come on, come on.
Parson: What do you mean, lupins?
Moore: Don't try to play for time.
Parson: I'm not, but... the *flower* lupin?
Moore: Yes, that's right.
Squire: Well we haven't got any lupins.
Girl: Honestly.
Moore: Look, my friends. I happen to know that this is the
Lupin Express.
Squire: Damn!
Girl: Oh, here you are.
Moore: In a bunch, in a bunch!
Squire: Sorry.
Moore: Come on, Concorde! (Gallops off)
Chorus (sings): Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, galloping
through the sward,
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, and his horse Concorde.
He steals from the rich, he gives to the poor,
Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore.
TV Version continues
Moore: Here we are, I'll be back.
(Moore wheels round and rides off.)
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: 'THE END'
(Pull back to reveal 'The End' is on TV in the house of Mrs.
Trepidatious.)
NB: Dennis Moore appears again in Episode 37. He appears in
'Dennis Moore Rides Again', in The 'Off-license', and finally the
'Prejudice'