Jack assures him that the criminals have got away and that there'll be no further action today.
The presenter isn't so sure. His journalistic spider-sense is tingling.
Suddenly, Tony and Angela roar into the harbour.
To ensure that there are no further complications, Angela totally blows up a couple of police boats.
The newscaster rubs his hands in glee.
Jack has to think fast.
He grabs a fishing rod from a dungareed angler and casts the lure in Angela's direction. Despite his missing finger, he snags the stern of the boat with practised ease.
He leaps on to the board of a passing windsurfer, tossing its rider disdainfully into the sea.
Jack rips the sail from the board and hurls it aside.
Tony is sorry, since if he'd known Angela was planning to declare war on the police force, he would have packed the sodding Chinook helicopter as well.
The news presenter is occupied recording a dramatic piece to camera. He doesn't notice that the speedboat is racing up behind him, turning a little too tightly.
The boat overturns. The crate comes loose from its moorings and crushes the news correspondent to a bloody pulp.
Jack scrambles over his corpse in hurried pursuit of Angela and Tony.
The contents of the broken crate are spilling out into the salty water. It's paper. Hundreds of historical documents dating back to the middle ages. All ruined.
Tony and Angela jump on to a couple of conveniently located quad bikes. Jack leaps into a fork-lift truck and continues the chase.
But wait. One of Mr. Levett's docker friends is showing some initiative. He's lifted up Tony's tractor with his crane.
And another docker parks his lorry across the road. Angela can't get past.
Jack rolls up and lifts Angela off the ground in his fork-lift truck. Her helmet has fallen off, so you can see her face again.
Jack rolls up and lifts Angela off the ground in his fork-lift truck. Her helmet has fallen off, so you can see her face again.
Beautiful.
The surviving policemen have arrested the troublemaking couple.
But Jack Everyman shuns the limelight. He slips away in search of TCP and bandages for his wounds.
His work here is done.