He’s in God’s hands now
The final part of ‘Clotted Crime’ begins! Another bad clergyman ends up on the wrong side of justice. This series doesn’t mess with a winning formula. My Patreon subscribers ($3 and up tiers) can read part 4 in its entirety now!
COLOURS BY SAMMY BORRAS
I was scrolling down to leave a comment about being excited to see the denouement, when I saw the ‘Final Day of Filming’ lettering, which somehow made me bust up laughing. aces.
Oh yeah, I’d slightly forgotten the television programme.
Uh oh! Rupert’s expression looks like something bad! Possessed? Sees something weird in the ocean? Billie trouble? His boss saw his tattoos?
My theory: He has spotted the mysterious aquatic figure riding the motorcycle. His look of dismay is mostly just because the sight is making him realize that he was BORN to own a sweet motorcycle like that one, and he has wasted so much of his life by not acquiring one years ago.
At least the archbishop, in plummeting to his death, brought crozier.
The little thumbs up is SO inadequate to express how giddy that remark left me!
That crook!
It mitre been an accident!
Oh, put a cas-sock in it!
Rupert really stole the scene.
In the investigation, he was a “parson of interest”.
I made a thurible mistake in not contributing to this line of japery!
Those eyes… is Rupert realising that without the production he has to leave the city and (gasp!) Billie? Will he stay for her? Dunno. But I’m kinda sad for the absence of a page where Mrs Clovis and Tom Pepperdine were just talking together like an elder fans that meet her well mannered favourite actor. .
Rupert just realized he never picked Billie and Maggie back up.
Yes! Of course, this is it!
Frankly, the CoE hierarchy in the World of Clotted Crime must be riddled with vacancies, with “Acting-” and “Temporary” and “Brevet” officials dotting the org chart.
Holy sock garters Batman! Is that what the Bishop is wearing? Well I never!
Clotted Crime’s wardrobe department deserves a BAFTA for the sock garters alone, even before we get to heroic efforts in the field of tattoo concealment.
Yes – I noticed that interesting item of ecclesiastical hosiery . . .
I thought the star was basically saying the drinks were on him…then I remembered what BAFTA means. What can I say? I’m an American…
I think it’s like the British Emmys.
More like the European Oscar.
No, it’s the British Oscars. What did you think the B in the acronym stood for.
What, no shady developers, bad lawyers, crooked law enforcement, violent gangs, or unscrupulous business people?!
Those are all the red-herrings that are swept aside in the last 10 minutes of the story, having served their purpose of delaying the detectives too long to save the real villain from his own actions. It’s a classic formula.
Plus, having a handful of non-critical plot elements makes it easier to adjust the length to fit a precise time slot.
From Rupert’s expression that’s a real corpse down there.
Who’s to say it’s not?
Standing that close to a cliff and looking down would produce a shocked expression on most people, I think. Personally I’d be having problems with wobbly legs too.
Tom Pepperdine is an expert at keeping things light on the set. Film crew rate their experiences working with stars on a “Seagal-to-Pepperdine” scale.