Tom Daley!
(WHIMPERS)
I don't like it.
Oh. Oh.
And after a few moments in the water,
we discovered it wasn't.
Where the bloody hell are they? There's the buoy.
RICHARD: This is the wrong place.
JEREMY: Yes, that marks the spot.
They're just not here.
Why did we trust you to fix them in place?
- I didn't... Listen. - Of all people.
Well, I don't understand it,
cos I don't normally make a mess of...
Oh, you must have made a good job of it.
That's why they've gone!
There is evidence, or a lack of it,
to suggest you can't weld.
- Oh, shit. - Maybe a shark...
- Er... - What?
- What? - Look.
RICHARD: Oh, brilliant!
JAMES: How the hell did they do that, though?
JEREMY: You know this current that's whizzing us about?
RICHARD: Look at them! They're not gonna make a reef, are they?!
Well, maybe it could be
like a play area for the privileged.
RICHARD: Some rusty cars?
JEREMY: That doesn't work, does it?
OTHERS: No.
Obviously, we had to retrieve them,
which meant moving the raft
to the stern of our crane boat.
RICHARD: James, have you untied that end?
Yeah. Get ready to catch this rope. Here we go.
Pull it along a bit and get it sort of squared up.
I'll have a nice ride.
RICHARD: Right. Repositioning raft.
(CREAKING)
That's a reassuring noise.
RICHARD: Er... Where... Where's that come from?
James. James.
- What? - What's that doing over there?
What's what doing?
All this bamboo's come off.
What have you untied?
I've untied the piece of string at the front.
But, look, half the craft is disappearing.
JAMES: As the raft was disintegrating fast,
we had to get it to shore quickly.
JEREMY: Firing up the machine!
Sadly, though, Jeremy's turn of speed
only made things worse.
Power! Power! Come on!
Slow down!
It's falling apart!
RICHARD: Look, he's going down! JAMES: Slow down!
Slow! (YELLS)
RICHARD: You can't put cars on that, can you?
JEREMY: After we'd rescued James,
he stupidly suggested that, to solve the problem,
we should ruin everyone's holiday.
(ENGINE REVVING)
I think these people should move out of the way.
My plan was to tow the cars off the beach
and back to the harbour so we could start again.
Which meant I'd need the help of the man from Atlantis.
Hold my hand! There! There! There! Now, let me go.
Yeah, that's me. You have to let...
Oh, mind my arm! Let me go now. I'm fine.
I don't like it!
Move!
Hammond, tie both of them to this and give me a thumbs up.
If James gets those onto the road,
all the way back up to the harbour,
build another raft, get them loaded on...
...bring them back, it's gonna take days.
- OK. - Don't stand near the back.
The brakes don't work.
Yeah!
- Well, now what? - That was rubbish.