With our raft full,
we headed out to the spot
identified by marine biologists
as having the perfect depth, current and temperature
for a reef to form.
Release the reef!
RICHARD: Yes! JEREMY: There it goes!
- The reef is born! - RICHARD: That's our reef!
- Sink! - Come, coral! Come!
Yeah!
JEREMY: Go! RICHARD: Yes!
JEREMY: Oh, I'm pleased with that!
The Peugeot 206.
That is brilliant.
Next, we had to anchor the cars in place,
which was a job for the only qualified diver among us.
He'd even brought his own equipment.
Right. Back a bit.
Back... That's on my nose.
JEREMY: Stop moaning!
Ow!
If he were a heart surgeon,
he would turn up with an old leather bag
with a saw and hammer in it, wouldn't he?
"I'm ready to do your operation. Here I am."
(MUFFLED YELLS)
(GROANS)
It's like his old table with his Bakelite telephone on it.
- Yes. - "Hello. Hammersmith 37 here."
James's suit was so old,
it didn't come with air tanks, so, annoyingly,
it was our responsibility to keep him alive.
How long have we got to do this for?
Well, for as long as he's done there.
- Honestly, I'm exhausted. - I'm getting dizzy.
We should keep going.
No. Look, there's a generator.
Why don't we just connect it to the generator?
(AIR HISSING)
Now. Now.
- Yeah. - You're an idiot.
(GROANING)
- (HISSING) - RICHARD: Life-saving air.
- (GENERATOR STARTS) - Oh, there we go.
On. And relax.
(CRIES OUT)
Nearly!
(GENERATOR CHUGGING)
Come in, James.
When our colleague finally surfaced...
he was very angry.
That was nowhere near the cars. Nowhere near.
What was nowhere near the cars?
You might as well have dropped me off the coast of Los Angeles!
- I couldn't even see them! - Just stop. Stop.
What do you... What do you mean?
How did you manage... You're the boat expert,
as you're forever telling us.
How did you manage to put the cars there
and then move the boat about 100 yards away?
- We drifted. - We drifted a bit.
- Have you done the job? - No.
- What? - The cars are not anchored.
Because when I got there,
your drifting, stupid, orange biscuit-tin boat
yanked me back off it!
We don't have an afternoon
to just throw away while you go paddling.
You're saying... I'm gonna have to do it, aren't I?
RICHARD: Soon, James Bond was ready to go in the water.
- Do I look like Roger Moore? - Yeah, you do.
- You do, yeah. Yeah. - Roger Moore, the greengrocer.
- Let go. Yes! - Yay!
RICHARD: I've just handed Jeremy a welding iron.
Oh, dear God.
I'm not sure I trust Jeremy to do welding.
I wouldn't trust Jeremy
to watch a YouTube guide to welding.
RICHARD: Oh! JAMES: What's that?
RICHARD: That's gone wrong. JAMES: Jeremy?
RICHARD: Badly, horribly wrong.
JAMES: Ah!
- How did that go? - Very well.
- Did it? - Oh, yeah.
- Did it? - Yeah.
That was all...
They are not going anywhere in a hurry.
JEREMY: We headed back to shore for an agreeable dinner,
happy that our important environmental work
was, at last, going well.