Johnny English

From desk job to daring espionage, Johnny English proves that even the most unlikely hero can save the day.

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**Prologue: The Unseen Chessboard**

In the labyrinthine corridors of MI7, where shadows whispered secrets and ambition simmered beneath polished veneers, the unexpected was a constant companion. The agency, a bastion of espionage excellence, prided itself on its operatives—sharp, astute, and meticulously trained. Yet, lurking within the seemingly mundane routines was the ever-present specter of unpredictability, waiting to pounce when least expected.

On a particularly dreary afternoon, the agency’s esteemed roster of agents was gathered for the somber farewell of Agent One, a legendary figure whose exploits had inspired many. The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the chapel’s stained glass, a somber accompaniment to the low hum of whispered conversations. In a twist of fate so bizarre it bordered on the absurd, this solemn gathering was about to become the stage for an unforeseen catastrophe.

As the eulogies echoed through the hallowed space, a sudden and thunderous explosion shattered the tranquility. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted from mournful reverence to chaotic disarray. Smoke billowed, screams pierced the air, and in the aftermath, the agency found itself stripped of its elite, leaving a gaping void where its finest once stood.

In the midst of this turmoil, one figure stood apart—a man of ordinary demeanor and unassuming presence, whose greatest ambition until that moment had been the pursuit of a perfectly brewed cup of tea. Johnny English, a lowly pencil pusher relegated to the dusty corners of MI7, found himself thrust into the spotlight, an unlikely torchbearer for a legacy he never sought.

**Chapter 1: The Ascension of Johnny English**

Johnny English was not a man accustomed to grandeur. His life was a tapestry woven with routine, stitched together by the predictable monotony of office work. Nestled within the bureaucratic heart of MI7, his days were spent shuffling papers, filing reports, and daydreaming about adventures he’d never have. The world of espionage, with its dashing agents and clandestine operations, seemed a distant dream, one best left to the likes of Agent One and his ilk.

On the morning that would alter the course of his life, Johnny awoke to the familiar strains of his alarm clock—a shrill reminder that another day of tedium awaited. He shuffled through his morning rituals with practiced efficiency, his mind wandering to the intriguing mystery novel he’d been reading the night before. Lost in the machinations of fictional detectives, he barely noticed as the world outside his window was cloaked in an unusually somber gloom.

Upon arriving at MI7’s headquarters, Johnny sensed an unusual tension in the air, a tautness that hinted at the profound change looming just beyond the horizon. His colleagues, usually absorbed in their tasks, were huddled in small clusters, their whispers a discordant symphony of concern. Ignoring the undercurrent of unease, Johnny made his way to his desk, nestled in the far corner of the office, where stacks of documents awaited his attention.

The sudden call to assemble in the chapel took him by surprise. As he joined the throng of agents filing into the grand, echoing space, Johnny felt a pang of curiosity, mingled with the solemnity of the occasion. The ceremony unfolded with the expected gravitas, a tribute to the fallen hero whose deeds had left an indelible mark on the annals of MI7. Yet, as the final words of the eulogy hung in the air, the unthinkable occurred.

The explosion, when it came, was a cacophony of sound and fury, a violent rupture that shattered the somber facade of the gathering. In the ensuing chaos, Johnny found himself propelled by a force he couldn’t comprehend, a maelstrom of confusion and urgency that swept him along in its wake. As the dust settled and the true extent of the tragedy became apparent, Johnny stood amid the wreckage, unscathed but bewildered.

In the days that followed, the remnants of MI7’s leadership convened in secret, grappling with the enormity of their loss. With the agency’s finest decimated, an unexpected decision was reached, one born of necessity rather than design. Johnny English, the unlikeliest of candidates, was summoned to a clandestine meeting, where the weight of an unforeseen destiny was laid upon his shoulders.

Seated across from the agency’s interim director, Johnny listened in stunned silence as the path before him was outlined. His incredulity grew with each passing moment, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant acceptance mingling in his thoughts. He, Johnny English, was to become a super spy, a role that seemed more fitting for the pages of his mystery novels than the stark reality he now faced.

“Why me?” he finally managed to ask, his voice tinged with bewilderment.

The director’s gaze was steady, a glimmer of something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes. “Because, Johnny, sometimes the world needs an unexpected hero. And right now, you’re the only one we’ve got.”

And so, with a mixture of trepidation and a flicker of excitement, Johnny English embarked on a journey he had never imagined, stepping into the shoes of a legacy that demanded courage, cunning, and a fair bit of luck. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges he couldn’t yet comprehend. But as he left the office, a sense of purpose unfurled within him, a quiet resolve to embrace the adventure that lay ahead.

Little did he know, the world of espionage was about to meet its most unconventional champion.

**Chapter 2: A Jewel of an Assignment**

The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of MI7 headquarters, casting elongated shadows across the sleek, polished floors. Johnny English, still grappling with the surreal shift from desk duty to field agent, found himself summoned to the imposing office of Pegasus, the head of MI7. The room, an eclectic mix of modern minimalism and the weighty gravitas of national security, seemed to pulse with a silent tension.

“English,” Pegasus began, his voice as smooth and polished as the mahogany desk he stood behind, “your time has come sooner than expected.” Johnny, trying to appear composed, nodded earnestly, though his heart was a symphony of nerves and exhilaration.

“There’s been a development,” Pegasus continued, pacing slowly, the floor creaking beneath his deliberate steps. “The Crown Jewels are to be exhibited in a grand showcase, sponsored by none other than Sebastian Sauvage.”

Johnny’s eyes widened. He had read about Sauvage in the tabloids—a billionaire entrepreneur with a penchant for extravagant displays of wealth and power. The kind of man who turned heads and sparked whispers wherever he went.

“MI7 suspects that this event may be a target for those with less honorable intentions,” Pegasus explained, handing Johnny a dossier filled with surveillance photos and intelligence reports. “Your mission is to oversee the security on opening night.”

As Johnny leafed through the dossier, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a profound sense of responsibility. The Crown Jewels were not just symbols of the monarchy but icons of British heritage. The mere thought of them falling into the wrong hands was unthinkable.

“Of course, sir,” Johnny replied, his voice steady, betraying none of the uncertainty he felt inside.

“Remember, English,” Pegasus added, fixing him with a piercing gaze, “the eyes of the world will be on you. Do not let us down.”

With a curt nod, Johnny left the office, the weight of his new assignment settling on his shoulders like an invisible cloak. As he made his way to the briefing room, he mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. This was his chance to prove he was more than just a pencil pusher; he was a protector of the realm.

The evening of the exhibition arrived with an air of opulence and anticipation. The venue, a historic museum in the heart of London, had been transformed into a glittering palace of lights and glamour. Guests arrived in droves, their elegant attire shimmering under the chandeliers, laughter and conversation creating a lively symphony that resonated through the halls.

Johnny, dressed in a tuxedo that felt slightly too tight, positioned himself strategically near the display case housing the Crown Jewels. His eyes darted from guest to guest, every movement scrutinized, every expression analyzed. He was determined to spot any sign of foul play.

Despite his focus, Johnny couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place amidst the sea of aristocrats and socialites. The suave sophistication they exuded was a world apart from his own bumbling charm. Yet, he reminded himself, he was here for a purpose far greater than blending in.

As the evening progressed, Johnny’s attention was drawn to a man standing near the hors d’oeuvres, his demeanor cool and calculated. It was Sebastian Sauvage himself, mingling effortlessly with the crowd. His sharp suit and charismatic smile were disarming, yet Johnny couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the billionaire than met the eye.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness. Gasps echoed, the chatter abruptly silenced. Johnny’s heart leapt into his throat as he reached for his flashlight, the beam cutting through the shadows to reveal the now-empty display case. The Crown Jewels had vanished.

Panic ensued, the guests murmuring in confusion, their faces masks of disbelief. Johnny sprang into action, his mind racing. This was the moment he had dreaded and anticipated in equal measure. He had to act quickly.

“Everyone remain calm!” he shouted, his voice firm and authoritative despite the chaos. “The situation is under control.”

But was it? As he scanned the room, searching for any clue, any hint of what had transpired, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he found himself face-to-face with Lorna Campbell, an agent known for her sharp instincts and no-nonsense attitude.

“Looks like you could use some help,” she said, a wry smile playing on her lips.

Johnny nodded, grateful for her presence. Together, they began to piece together the sequence of events, examining the security footage and interviewing witnesses. The more they uncovered, the more they realized the theft had been meticulously planned, a masterstroke of cunning and precision.

As the night wore on, Johnny’s determination only grew. He would not rest until the jewels were recovered, and the perpetrator brought to justice. This was his mission, his moment to prove that even the most unlikely of heroes could rise to the occasion.

With Lorna by his side, he felt a newfound confidence, a sense of purpose that propelled him forward. The game was afoot, and Johnny English was ready to play.

**Chapter 3: The Clumsy Infiltrator**

Johnny English, now bearing the unlikely title of super spy, found himself in the lavish and labyrinthine confines of Sauvage Manor. The sprawling estate, with its ornate architecture and meticulously manicured gardens, was a testament to opulence. Johnny had always imagined himself in such a setting, though perhaps with a bit more grace and far less trepidation. His mission was clear: infiltrate the mansion, gather intelligence on the stolen Crown Jewels, and, if possible, avoid causing any international incidents.

Armed with a collection of gadgets that seemed to have been designed more for a futuristic fantasy than practical espionage, Johnny was both exhilarated and apprehensive. The pen in his breast pocket was, according to the tech expert at MI7, capable of emitting a high-frequency signal that could disable electronic locks. It was, however, indistinguishable from an ordinary pen, which Johnny found rather disconcerting.

His first obstacle was the grand, gilded entrance of the manor, guarded by imposing men in black suits who seemed to have been recruited more for their intimidating stature than their conversational skills. Johnny, in a moment of inspired improvisation, feigned a stumble, sending his briefcase skittering across the polished marble floor. As the guards moved to assist him, Johnny deftly palmed the pen, hoping his sleight of hand would pass unnoticed.

Inside, the manor was a maze of corridors adorned with priceless art and artifacts. Johnny’s attempts at stealth were undermined by the echoing clatter of his shoes on the marble, each step reverberating like a cymbal crash in the silent halls. He navigated the corridors with the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, his every move a delicate balance between confidence and calamity.

As he rounded a corner, he was met with the imposing sight of a large, intricately carved door. Recalling his briefing, Johnny surmised that it led to Sebastian Sauvage’s private office—a likely repository of secrets. He approached with caution, brandishing the pen like a talisman. A quick scan of the door revealed a discreet keypad, the kind of technology the pen was purportedly designed to outsmart.

With a flourish that belied his uncertainty, Johnny aimed the pen at the keypad. A moment of tension followed, punctuated by the pen’s innocent click. Nothing happened. Johnny frowned, gave the pen a shake, and tried again. This time, a faint whirring emitted from the pen, followed by a series of beeps from the keypad. To Johnny’s astonishment, the lock disengaged with a satisfying click.

The office was a cavernous space, dominated by a mahogany desk cluttered with papers and a towering bookshelf filled with leather-bound tomes. Johnny’s eyes were immediately drawn to a peculiar sculpture—a gaudy, gold-plated rhinoceros perched on the desk. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch it, hoping it might reveal a hidden compartment or trigger some secret mechanism.

Instead, it triggered a cacophony of alarms.

Startled, Johnny froze, the rhinoceros wobbling precariously in his grasp. The door behind him slammed shut with an ominous thud, sealing him inside. His mind raced as he surveyed the room, searching for an escape. It was then that he noticed the faint outline of a panel on the far wall, partially obscured by a tapestry depicting some pastoral scene.

With the alarms still blaring, Johnny dashed across the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He yanked the tapestry aside, revealing a hidden passageway. It was narrow and dimly lit, the kind of passage that promised both mystery and mischief. Johnny, driven by equal parts desperation and curiosity, plunged into the darkness.

The passage twisted and turned, each step echoing in the confined space. Johnny’s progress was punctuated by the occasional thump of his head against low-hanging beams, a reminder that stealth was not his strong suit. Yet, despite the discomfort, he pressed on, driven by the thrill of discovery and the tantalizing possibility of stumbling upon a significant lead.

The passage eventually opened into a small chamber, cluttered with an assortment of peculiar objects—an eclectic collection of antiques and curiosities. Among them, Johnny spotted something that made his heart leap: a blueprint of the Crown Jewels’ display case, complete with annotations and diagrams. It was the kind of clue that could unravel the entire conspiracy.

Just as Johnny pocketed the blueprint, he heard voices approaching from the passage. His heart raced as he realized he had mere seconds to act. In a moment of inspired lunacy, he grabbed a suit of armor from a display and hastily donned the helmet. The fit was snug and the vision restricted, but it was his best chance at remaining undetected.

As the voices grew louder, Johnny stood rigid, masquerading as an ancient knight. Two men entered the chamber, engaged in a heated debate. They were discussing the next phase of their plan, oblivious to the anachronistic spy eavesdropping on their every word. Johnny strained to catch snippets of their conversation, his mind racing as he pieced together the puzzle.

Eventually, the men left, their footsteps fading into the distance. Johnny exhaled, the tension draining from his body. He removed the helmet, his hair sticking up at odd angles. With the blueprint secured and valuable intelligence gleaned from his inadvertent espionage, Johnny retraced his steps through the passage, determined to make his escape.

The alarms had long since ceased, and the manor was eerily quiet as Johnny emerged from the passage. He navigated the corridors with newfound confidence, his earlier blunders forgotten in the wake of his success. As he approached the entrance, he paused to straighten his tie, adopting the air of a man who belonged.

With a nod to the guards, Johnny exited the manor, his heart swelling with triumph. He had, against all odds, infiltrated the enemy’s lair, gathered crucial intelligence, and managed to avoid complete disaster. It was a victory, albeit a clumsy one, and it filled him with a sense of purpose.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, a welcome contrast to the stifling tension of the manor. Johnny took a moment to savor the victory, the stars twinkling above like a promise of adventures yet to come. He knew there were challenges ahead, but for now, he was content to bask in the glow of his improbable success.

With a final glance at Sauvage Manor, Johnny set off into the night, ready to continue his quest. The world of espionage was a treacherous one, but he was undeterred. After all, he was Johnny English, the clumsy infiltrator turned unlikely hero, and he was just getting started.

**Chapter 4: Allies and Antagonists**

The dawn of a new day found Johnny English navigating the corridors of MI7 with a newfound, albeit awkward, sense of purpose. The previous night’s debacle at the Crown Jewels exhibition had left him in a precarious position. His bumbling had been broadcast across the agency, turning him into the subject of both ridicule and reluctant admiration. Yet, beneath his façade of self-assuredness lay an undeniable truth: he was in over his head.

Johnny’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sharp, resonant click of high heels against the polished marble floor. Enter Lorna Campbell, an agent whose reputation for cunning and competence preceded her. She carried an air of confidence that was both intimidating and inspiring. Her sharp eyes assessed Johnny with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, as if trying to decipher the enigma that was this improbable spy.

“Johnny English, I presume,” Lorna’s voice was smooth, yet carried a hint of challenge.

Johnny straightened his posture, attempting to exude the poise of a seasoned operative. “Yes, indeed. The one and only,” he replied, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Lorna raised an eyebrow, her skepticism palpable. “I’ve heard about last night’s… incident. Quite the entrance you made.”

Johnny chuckled, hoping to defuse the tension. “Ah, yes. I believe in making a memorable impression.”

“Well, you’ll have to do more than that if we’re to solve this case,” Lorna retorted, her tone softening. “I’ve been assigned to assist you. Or, perhaps, to keep an eye on you.”

The prospect of working with Lorna was both daunting and exhilarating. Johnny recognized the opportunity to learn from a true professional, even if she viewed him as a liability rather than an asset. As they delved into the details of the case, the dynamic between them began to shift. Johnny’s earnest enthusiasm, while occasionally misguided, was infectious. Lorna found herself begrudgingly amused by his antics, though she was careful not to let it show.

Their investigation led them through the bustling streets of London, from the stately grandeur of Buckingham Palace to the shadowy underbelly of the city’s criminal networks. Lorna’s methodical approach complemented Johnny’s chaotic energy, creating a balance that neither had anticipated. As they followed a series of leads, it became increasingly clear that the theft of the Crown Jewels was merely the tip of the iceberg.

In a dimly lit pub nestled in the heart of Soho, Johnny and Lorna found themselves face-to-face with one of London’s most notorious informants. Known only as “The Weasel,” his reputation for wheeling and dealing in the city’s underground was legendary. He was a wiry man, with darting eyes that seemed to miss nothing.

“So, what brings a posh pair like you two down to my humble abode?” The Weasel’s voice was a gravelly whisper, as if he spoke secrets even in casual conversation.

“We’re looking for information,” Lorna replied, her gaze steady.

The Weasel chuckled, his grin revealing a set of teeth that had seen better days. “Information, eh? That’s a pricey commodity around these parts.”

Johnny leaned in, attempting to project an aura of intimidation. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? We know you have connections to the syndicate behind the jewel heist.”

The Weasel’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the jovial veneer faded. “I might know a thing or two. But it’ll cost you.”

As negotiations ensued, Johnny’s patience wore thin. He decided to employ a tactic he’d seen in countless spy films, one that involved a combination of bluffing and bravado. “Alright, Weasel, how about this: you tell us what you know, and we’ll forget about that little incident in Mayfair last month. You know, the one with the stolen art?”

Lorna shot Johnny a warning look, but to their surprise, The Weasel’s expression shifted. The bluff had struck a nerve, and the informant’s resolve wavered.

“Fine, fine,” The Weasel relented, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Word is, Pascal Sauvage is behind it all. He’s been assembling a crew, planning something big. The Crown Jewels are just the beginning.”

The revelation sent a jolt through Johnny. Pascal Sauvage, the estranged brother of the exhibition’s billionaire sponsor, was a name he hadn’t expected to hear. The plot was thickening, and the stakes were higher than ever.

As they left the pub, the weight of their discovery settled over them. Lorna’s skepticism had given way to a grudging respect for Johnny’s unconventional methods. Despite his bumbling demeanor, there was an undeniable sincerity in his efforts, a determination to rise to the occasion.

Their partnership, forged in the crucible of chaos, began to evolve. Lorna’s expertise tempered Johnny’s impulsive nature, while his optimism infused their mission with a sense of hope. Together, they formed an unlikely alliance, united by the shared goal of thwarting Pascal Sauvage’s nefarious plans.

As they prepared for the next phase of their investigation, Johnny couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something monumental. The path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, yet the prospect of adventure ignited a spark within him. For the first time, Johnny English, the unassuming pencil pusher turned super spy, felt like he belonged in the world of espionage.

With renewed resolve, Johnny and Lorna set their sights on unraveling the conspiracy that threatened the very fabric of the nation. Allies and antagonists awaited them at every turn, but together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The game was afoot, and in the realm of spies and subterfuge, anything was possible.

**Chapter 5: High-Speed Hijinks**

As the London morning unfurled beneath a reluctant sun, a sense of urgency shadowed the city’s iconic skyline. Johnny English, recently thrust into the role of an MI7 agent, was about to embark on a day that would test his mettle in ways he hadn’t imagined. His partner, the astute and slightly exasperated Lorna Campbell, had mapped out their next move: chase down every lead, no matter how outlandish, to retrieve the stolen Crown Jewels.

Their first stop was a seemingly innocuous tea shop nestled in the heart of Covent Garden. The shop’s quaint exterior belied the swirling intrigue within. Rumor had it that the shop was a front for clandestine meetings of London’s underworld figures. As Johnny and Lorna entered, a tinkling bell announced their arrival, drawing curious glances from patrons who were more accustomed to serving secrets with their scones.

Johnny, trying to blend in, clumsily ordered a pot of Earl Grey, mistakenly asking for it “shaken, not stirred,” much to Lorna’s chagrin. As they settled into a corner booth, Lorna’s eyes scanned the room, alighting on a familiar face. It was Nigel Pennington-Smythe, a notorious fence with ties to the black market.

Lorna leaned in, whispering, “That’s our man. We need to know if he’s heard anything about the jewels.”

“Right,” Johnny replied, mustering his best attempt at stealth. He sauntered over to Nigel, attempting to channel the suave charm of a seasoned spy. “Lovely day for a spot of tea, isn’t it?” he began awkwardly.

Nigel looked up, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Who’s asking?”

“Johnny English, MI7,” he declared, immediately regretting the full disclosure.

Nigel smirked, sensing an opportunity. “MI7, you say? Fancy that. What brings you to my humble establishment?”

Johnny hesitated, trying to recall the questions Lorna had drilled into him earlier. “We’re, uh, looking for some…jewels. Very shiny, very valuable. Perhaps you’ve seen them?”

Nigel chuckled, taking a deliberate sip of his tea. “Jewels, you say? Can’t say I have. But you might want to check with a chap named Reggie at the racetrack. He’s always got his ear to the ground.”

With that, Nigel dismissed Johnny with a wave, returning to his tea. Johnny returned to Lorna, who had been watching with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Reggie at the racetrack,” Johnny announced, trying to sound authoritative.

“Let’s hope he knows something,” Lorna replied, her skepticism evident.

They left the shop, Johnny awkwardly waving goodbye to Nigel, who merely shook his head in disbelief. Their next destination was the bustling horse racetrack on the outskirts of the city, where fortunes were won and lost with the roll of a dice.

Navigating the crowded stands, Johnny and Lorna spotted Reggie, a wiry man with a penchant for flamboyant hats. He was engaged in animated conversation with a group of bettors, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted some tale of improbable odds.

“Reggie!” Lorna called out, weaving through the throng with Johnny in tow.

Reggie turned, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Lorna Campbell! What brings you to my little corner of paradise?”

“We need information, Reggie,” Lorna replied, getting straight to the point. “About some jewels that went missing recently.”

Reggie’s expression shifted, a hint of caution entering his eyes. “Jewels, eh? Well, I might know something, but information like that doesn’t come cheap.”

Before Lorna could respond, Johnny stepped forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “How about a little wager, then? You give us the information, and I’ll race you to the finish line.”

Reggie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You? Race me? You’re on, mate!”

In a matter of moments, Johnny found himself mounted on a rather disgruntled horse named Thunderbolt, with Reggie beside him on a sleek thoroughbred. The crowd gathered, sensing the spectacle that was about to unfold.

The starter pistol fired, and they were off. Or rather, Reggie was off, while Johnny’s horse decided to investigate a patch of grass. After some cajoling and a lot of unintentional comedy, Thunderbolt finally joined the race, galloping down the track with Johnny clinging on for dear life.

The crowd roared with laughter as Johnny and Thunderbolt zigzagged across the course, narrowly avoiding collisions and obstacles. Lorna watched from the sidelines, her amusement tinged with a hint of admiration for Johnny’s indomitable spirit.

Miraculously, Johnny managed to catch up with Reggie, who was laughing so hard he nearly fell off his horse. In a dramatic, if uncoordinated finish, Thunderbolt surged ahead, crossing the line first in a spectacular display of chaos and chance.

Panting and exhilarated, Johnny dismounted, grinning from ear to ear. “Looks like I won, Reggie! Now, about that information…”

Reggie, still chuckling, nodded in agreement. “Alright, alright. Word is, Pascal Sauvage is behind the heist. He’s got a hideout in the old clock tower on the South Bank. But be careful, he’s not the kind of bloke you want to mess with.”

With a tip of his hat, Reggie sauntered off, leaving Johnny and Lorna with a crucial lead. They made their way back to their car, Johnny still buoyed by his unexpected victory.

As they sped towards the South Bank, Lorna glanced at Johnny, a newfound respect in her eyes. “You’re full of surprises, English.”

Johnny shrugged modestly. “Just doing my part for Queen and country.”

Their journey was far from over, and the path ahead promised more challenges and unexpected turns. But in that moment, as they raced through the streets of London, Johnny English felt every bit the hero he had always dreamed of becoming.

**Chapter 6: The Mastermind Revealed**

The night air was thick with tension as Johnny English and Lorna Campbell sat in their inconspicuous black sedan, parked across the street from the opulent Sauvage Mansion. The grandeur of the estate, with its sprawling gardens and towering turrets, belied the sinister operations believed to be taking place within its walls. Johnny, his usual clumsiness momentarily overshadowed by determination, was laser-focused. They had finally pieced together the puzzle, and the picture it painted was more alarming than they had imagined.

Inside the car, a kaleidoscope of gadgets hummed and blinked, casting an eerie glow over Johnny’s earnest face. Lorna, ever the professional, was meticulously reviewing the plan. Her skepticism of Johnny’s abilities had given way to a grudging respect, though she would never openly admit it. “Are you ready for this, Johnny?” she asked, her voice a blend of concern and encouragement.

Johnny nodded, his expression a mix of excitement and trepidation. “As ready as I’ll ever be. We’ve got a dastardly villain to catch and some very sparkly baubles to rescue.” His attempt at levity was met with a small smile from Lorna, a rare acknowledgment of Johnny’s unique charm.

The duo had spent the last few days chasing down every lead, interrogating a colorful cast of informants and dodging an array of traps set by their elusive adversary. Each encounter had brought them closer to unraveling the truth: Pascal Sauvage, the estranged brother of the reputable billionaire entrepreneur, Sebastian Sauvage, was the puppet master pulling the strings.

Pascal was a man of contradictions, known for his charismatic public persona yet feared in the underworld for his ruthless ambition. He had been cast out of the family empire years ago, his methods deemed too unscrupulous even for the cutthroat world of high finance. Now, fueled by resentment and greed, Pascal sought to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his. The stolen Crown Jewels were not just a means to amass wealth, but a symbol of his impending dominance.

As Johnny and Lorna approached the mansion’s entrance, the plan was simple in theory but fraught with peril in execution. They would infiltrate the estate, gather irrefutable evidence of Pascal’s involvement, and retrieve the jewels before he could enact his broader scheme. The duo moved with stealth, their footsteps muffled by the lush carpet of the grand hallway. The mansion’s opulence was on full display, with crystal chandeliers casting prismatic reflections on the marble floors.

Navigating the labyrinthine corridors, they encountered an array of bizarrely themed rooms, each more ostentatious than the last. There was the “Hall of Mirrors,” where endless reflections created an almost psychedelic experience, and the “Room of Antiquities,” cluttered with relics from around the world. Johnny, ever the curious soul, couldn’t resist touching a particularly odd statue, only for it to trigger a hidden door. “Ah, just as I planned,” he whispered to Lorna, trying to mask his surprise with bravado.

The hidden passageway led them deeper into the mansion, where the ambiance shifted from ostentation to utilitarian. The walls were now bare concrete, the air tinged with the metallic scent of industry. It was here, in the bowels of the estate, that Pascal conducted his clandestine operations. The duo moved cautiously, aware that they were venturing into the lion’s den.

Their journey brought them to a cavernous chamber filled with an assortment of high-tech equipment, from computer servers humming with data to 3D printers capable of creating intricate forgeries. It was a veritable den of criminal ingenuity. In the center of the room stood a table, and upon it, the Crown Jewels glimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights.

Lorna quickly set to work, photographing the evidence with a tiny, sophisticated camera embedded in her watch. Meanwhile, Johnny’s attention was drawn to a series of blueprints pinned to a nearby wall. They depicted detailed plans for a coup, an audacious scheme to destabilize the government and install Pascal as a puppet ruler. It was a plot as grandiose as it was treacherous.

The realization hit Johnny like a freight train. This was more than just a heist; it was a prelude to chaos. “We need to get this information to MI7 immediately,” he said, urgency lacing his voice. But before they could make their escape, a slow clap echoed through the chamber, freezing them in their tracks.

Pascal Sauvage emerged from the shadows, his presence as commanding as it was menacing. Tall and impeccably dressed, he exuded an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. “Bravo, Mr. English, Ms. Campbell,” he drawled, his voice smooth yet dripping with condescension. “I must commend you on making it this far. Few have had the privilege of seeing my operation up close.”

Johnny squared his shoulders, stepping forward with newfound resolve. “Your days of skulking in the shadows are over, Pascal. The world will know of your treachery, and justice will be served.”

Pascal chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. “You’re a spirited one, Johnny. But do you truly believe you can thwart my plans? I have contingencies in place, alliances you can’t even fathom.”

Lorna, ever the strategist, attempted to diffuse the situation. “It’s over, Pascal. Surrender now, and perhaps we can negotiate terms that won’t end with you spending the rest of your life behind bars.”

Pascal’s eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. “I think not,” he replied, pressing a button on a device he retrieved from his pocket. Instantly, the room was filled with the sound of alarms blaring, and a cadre of henchmen poured in, weapons at the ready.

What followed was a frenetic ballet of action and comedy. Johnny, ever the unpredictable force, utilized the environment to his advantage. He ducked and weaved, using the reflective properties of the mirrored walls to create confusion among the henchmen. At one point, he grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher, using it to create a blinding cloud of foam that sent their adversaries into disarray.

Lorna, with her training and precision, moved like a shadow, incapacitating foes with a series of expertly timed maneuvers. Together, they made a formidable team, their contrasting styles complementing each other in unexpected ways.

Amidst the chaos, Pascal attempted to slip away, his escape route cleverly concealed behind a tapestry. But Johnny, his instincts honed by the chaos, spotted the movement. “Not so fast, Pascal!” he shouted, lunging forward to grab the fleeing mastermind.

In a final confrontation that was as comedic as it was intense, Johnny and Pascal found themselves in a slapstick struggle, tumbling through the hidden passageway and into a grand ballroom. The polished floors offered little traction, and the two men skidded wildly, limbs flailing in a desperate bid for dominance.

Ultimately, it was Johnny’s unorthodox approach that won the day. Remembering a lesson from his MI7 training manual—something about using all available resources—he reached for a nearby chandelier rope, swinging it with a surprising degree of skill. The maneuver sent him hurtling towards Pascal, who was caught off guard by the audacious tactic.

With a comical thud, Johnny collided with Pascal, sending them both sprawling to the floor. The impact dislodged the device controlling the alarms, silencing the cacophony and signaling the end of the confrontation.

Breathless but triumphant, Johnny rose to his feet, extending a hand to Lorna as she approached. “Looks like we’ve saved the day,” he quipped, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

Lorna shook her head in disbelief, a rare smile tugging at her lips. “You’re something else, Johnny English. I’ll give you that.”

With Pascal secured and the evidence in hand, the duo made their way back to MI7, their mission a resounding success. The Crown Jewels were safe, and Pascal’s nefarious plot had been thwarted, all thanks to the most unlikely of heroes.

As they drove into the night, Johnny couldn’t help but reflect on the adventure that had brought him here. He was no longer just a pencil pusher, but a bona fide spy, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And with Lorna by his side, he knew there was no mission too daunting for Johnny English, the accidental super spy.

**Chapter 7: The Final Countdown**

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the sprawling estate where Pascal Sauvage had fortified himself. Johnny English and Lorna Campbell stood at the edge of the property, surveying the labyrinthine mansion that awaited them. The air was thick with tension, a palpable anticipation that crackled like static electricity. Johnny adjusted his tie, a gesture more of habit than necessity, and glanced at Lorna, who was checking her equipment with the precision of a seasoned agent.

“Ready?” Lorna asked, her eyes sharp and focused.

Johnny nodded, though his heart pounded in his chest. “As I’ll ever be,” he replied, attempting a confident smile. In truth, the weight of the mission pressed heavily upon him, the enormity of the task ahead daunting yet exhilarating.

Their plan was audacious: infiltrate Pascal’s hideout, retrieve the Crown Jewels, and dismantle his nefarious operation. It was a task that would challenge even the most experienced agents, let alone a newly minted one like Johnny. But he had come this far, driven by a sense of duty and an unexpected thrill that had taken root in his soul.

The entrance to the estate was guarded by a pair of burly henchmen, their expressions as stony as the gargoyles perched on the mansion’s roof. Johnny and Lorna approached with feigned casualness, their disguises—borrowed from the laundry service—providing a thin veneer of legitimacy.

“Delivery for Mr. Sauvage,” Johnny announced, holding up a clipboard with exaggerated authority.

The guards exchanged a skeptical glance. “We’re not expecting any deliveries,” one of them grunted, crossing his arms.

Johnny leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Special order. Very hush-hush. You know how it is with these high-profile types.”

The guards hesitated, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Lorna seized the moment, flashing a charming smile that would have melted even the most hardened of hearts. “Come on, boys, we’re just trying to do our jobs here. Let us through, and we’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

With a reluctant nod, the guards stepped aside, allowing Johnny and Lorna to pass. As they moved deeper into the estate, the grandeur of Pascal’s hideout became evident. Lavish furnishings and priceless artworks adorned the halls, a testament to his ill-gotten wealth.

Their progress was cautious but steady, navigating the mansion’s twists and turns with a mix of stealth and sheer bravado. Johnny’s heart raced with every step, the thrill of the chase fueling his resolve. Yet, beneath the surface, a current of apprehension coursed through him—a reminder of the stakes at hand.

In the grand foyer, they encountered their first obstacle: a sophisticated security system that controlled access to the upper levels. Lorna set to work, her fingers dancing over the keypad with practiced ease. Johnny watched in awe, marveling at her skill.

“Almost there,” Lorna muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Just as the final sequence fell into place, a shrill alarm pierced the air, its wail echoing through the corridors like a banshee’s cry. Johnny’s stomach dropped. They had been discovered.

“Time to improvise,” Lorna said, her voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.

With adrenaline surging through their veins, they sprinted up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing like a drumbeat. Behind them, the sound of approaching guards grew louder, a relentless tide that threatened to overwhelm them.

At the top of the stairs, they paused, breathless but determined. The corridor stretched before them, lined with doors that concealed who-knew-what. Johnny’s mind raced, considering their options.

“This way,” he decided, choosing a path at random.

Lorna followed without hesitation, trusting his instincts as they delved deeper into the mansion’s heart. Their journey was punctuated by a series of close calls—a near miss with a patrol here, a narrow escape from a locked door there. Johnny’s unorthodox tactics came into play, his knack for turning the absurd into advantage proving invaluable.

At last, they reached the heart of the hideout: a lavish study that served as Pascal’s inner sanctum. The room was a study in opulence, its walls lined with books and curiosities, the centerpiece a massive desk cluttered with documents and blueprints.

And there, glittering under the light of an ornate chandelier, lay the Crown Jewels—resplendent and tantalizingly close.

Johnny’s eyes widened, a mix of awe and relief washing over him. “There they are,” he breathed, stepping forward to claim their prize.

But before he could reach the jewels, a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall, imposing man with a cruel smile etched across his face. Pascal Sauvage himself, flanked by a cadre of loyal henchmen.

“Bravo, Mr. English,” Pascal drawled, his voice smooth as silk. “I must admit, you’ve provided quite the entertainment.”

Johnny swallowed hard, his mind racing for a solution. Beside him, Lorna tensed, ready for whatever came next.

Pascal gestured to the jewels. “Such pretty baubles, aren’t they? But I’m afraid I can’t let you take them.”

With a flick of his wrist, he signaled his men to advance. The room erupted into chaos, a whirlwind of fists and feet as Johnny and Lorna fought to hold their ground. It was a battle of wits and reflexes, their movements a choreographed dance of survival.

Johnny’s unorthodox style came to the fore, his ability to turn the absurd into advantage proving invaluable. In a moment of inspiration, he seized a heavy tome from a nearby shelf, wielding it like a weapon as he parried a henchman’s attack.

Lorna, agile and precise, dispatched her opponents with a series of well-placed strikes, her efficiency a testament to her training. Together, they fought with a tenacity born of necessity, their partnership a seamless blend of chaos and coordination.

As the last of Pascal’s men fell, Johnny turned to face the mastermind himself. Pascal’s smile had faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. He drew a sleek, black pistol from his jacket, leveling it at Johnny with deadly intent.

“Any last words, Mr. English?” Pascal sneered, his finger poised on the trigger.

Johnny’s mind raced, searching for a way out. And then, like a bolt from the blue, inspiration struck. He glanced at the chandelier above, its ornate structure held in place by a series of thick ropes.

With a sudden burst of energy, Johnny lunged toward the desk, grabbing a letter opener and hurling it with all his might. The makeshift projectile sliced through the ropes, sending the chandelier plummeting toward the ground.

Pascal’s eyes widened in shock as the chandelier crashed down, shattering into a thousand pieces. In the ensuing chaos, Johnny seized the opportunity, diving for the fallen jewels and scooping them into his arms.

Lorna was at his side in an instant, her expression a mix of disbelief and admiration. “You really are something, Johnny English,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Together, they made their escape, racing through the mansion’s corridors with the jewels safely in tow. Behind them, the sounds of pursuit grew fainter, a testament to their triumph.

As they burst into the open air, the first stars of evening began to twinkle overhead. Johnny paused, taking a moment to catch his breath and savor the thrill of victory.

“Mission accomplished,” he said, a sense of satisfaction settling over him.

Lorna nodded, her gaze steady and unwavering. “Thanks to you, Johnny.”

He met her eyes, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with their recent exertion. In that moment, he realized that the world of espionage had found an unexpected place for him—a place where even a lowly pencil pusher could become a hero.

With the jewels safely recovered and Pascal’s plot thwarted, they set off into the night, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead. The final countdown had ended, but for Johnny English, a new chapter was just beginning.

**Chapter 8: An Unlikely Hero**

The night sky over London was a canopy of stars, twinkling innocently above the chaos unfolding below. Johnny English found himself at the base of the Sauvage Industries Tower, a modern monolith of glass and steel that loomed ominously against the skyline. The culmination of his haphazard journey had led him here, where the stolen Crown Jewels were rumored to be hidden away at the tower’s peak, under the watchful eye of Pascal Sauvage himself.

The tower was a fortress, its security tight, with guards patrolling every conceivable entrance. Johnny, however, had never been one for conventional methods. With Lorna Campbell by his side, he devised a plan that was as unorthodox as it was audacious. They would enter through the loading dock, disguised as maintenance workers—a plan that hinged precariously on Johnny’s dubious ability to act inconspicuously.

Clad in overalls two sizes too large, and a cap pulled low over his brow, Johnny ambled toward the guards, pushing a cart loaded with cleaning supplies. Lorna, ever the professional, walked beside him, her demeanor cool and collected. The guards barely glanced at them, their disinterest a testament to the effectiveness of Johnny’s bumbling persona. It was a role he played with inadvertent finesse.

Once inside, the atmosphere changed. The sterile corridors of the building exuded an eerie silence, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Their footsteps echoed as they navigated the labyrinthine passageways, guided by a hastily sketched map that Johnny had drawn on a napkin. The elevator, their intended route to the top, was heavily guarded. They needed another way up.

Their detour led them to a maintenance shaft, a narrow vertical tunnel that ascended into darkness. It was an inelegant solution, but Johnny, in his own peculiar way, saw it as an opportunity. “Lorna,” he whispered, peering into the abyss, “I’ve always fancied myself a bit of a climber.”

With that, they began their ascent, scaling the metal rungs with a mix of trepidation and determination. The climb was arduous, each step echoing with the clang of metal against metal. Johnny’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and fear. Lorna, ever composed, climbed with the grace of a cat, her movements fluid and efficient.

Halfway up, disaster struck. Johnny’s foot slipped, and he found himself dangling precariously by one hand. Below, the darkness yawned, threatening to swallow him whole. “Johnny!” Lorna’s voice was sharp with concern, her hand outstretched to help him. With a Herculean effort, Johnny regained his footing, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

They emerged into a dimly lit corridor, breathless but undeterred. The tower’s top floor was near, the jewels tantalizingly close. But Pascal Sauvage was not a man to be underestimated. His office, a sprawling expanse of luxury, was their final destination. And there, beyond the mahogany doors, awaited their final confrontation.

As they approached, a cacophony of voices reached their ears. Pascal’s guards were gathered inside, their laughter raucous and confident. Johnny exchanged a glance with Lorna, their silent communication a testament to the bond forged through shared adversity. It was time to act.

With a deep breath, Johnny burst through the doors, his entrance as dramatic as it was unexpected. The guards froze, their surprise momentarily paralyzing them. Johnny seized the moment, deploying a gadget he had barely understood during the briefing—a pen that, when clicked, emitted a blinding flash of light. The room erupted into chaos, guards stumbling and shouting, their vision obscured.

Lorna moved with precision, disarming the nearest guard with a swift kick. Johnny, emboldened by the success of his diversion, launched himself into the fray, his movements a curious blend of clumsiness and courage. The room became a whirlwind of motion, a ballet of action and comedy that seemed almost choreographed in its absurdity.

And then, amidst the chaos, he saw them—the Crown Jewels, glinting under the soft glow of a display case. But Pascal was not about to relinquish his prize so easily. Emerging from the shadows, he confronted Johnny, his eyes cold and calculating.

“Ah, Mr. English,” Pascal drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. “I must admit, you’ve been a most unexpected thorn in my side.”

Johnny straightened, his expression a mix of determination and defiance. “And you, Pascal, are about to have a very bad day.”

The confrontation was inevitable, a clash of wills that would determine the fate of the jewels. Pascal lunged, a blur of motion, his intent clear. Johnny met him head-on, the ensuing struggle a testament to his resolve. It was a battle of wits as much as strength, each move countered with a deftness that belied Johnny’s usual ineptitude.

In a moment of inspiration—or perhaps sheer desperation—Johnny spotted a decorative suit of armor, standing sentinel in the corner of the room. Seizing the opportunity, he maneuvered Pascal toward it, their tussle culminating in a comically elegant maneuver that sent Pascal tumbling into the armor, its pieces collapsing around him in a cacophony of clattering metal.

Breathless and triumphant, Johnny secured the jewels, their weight a tangible affirmation of his success. Lorna joined him, her expression a blend of admiration and relief. Together, they had defied the odds, their unlikely partnership the key to unraveling Pascal’s sinister plot.

With the jewels in hand and Pascal subdued, the whirlwind adventure drew to a close. Johnny, once a mere pencil pusher, had emerged as an unlikely hero, his journey a testament to the power of perseverance and the enduring spirit of adventure. As they made their way back through the tower, the city of London spread out below them, a reminder of the world they had saved from chaos.

And for Johnny English, the adventure was only just beginning.

**Chapter 9: A Hero’s Humble Return**

The grandeur of the mission’s success lingered in the air like the faint aroma of a celebrated victory feast. Johnny English, MI7’s most unlikely hero, stood on the steps of the agency, a tapestry of thoughts weaving through his mind. The path he had traversed was filled with chaos and comedy, yet somehow, against all odds, he had triumphed. The echoes of his journey resonated within him, a symphony of clumsy valor and unexpected ingenuity.

As the morning sun cast its golden hues over the city, Johnny found himself reflecting on the whirlwind that had brought him here. His journey from a mundane desk job to the pinnacle of espionage had been nothing short of extraordinary. He recalled the adrenaline-pumping chases through London’s bustling streets, the high-stakes infiltration of the Sauvage mansion, and the final, breathtaking showdown atop the grandiose tower. Each memory was a vivid brushstroke on the canvas of his mind, painting a picture of adventure and audacity.

The media had caught wind of the escapade, and the headlines screamed of Johnny’s heroics. “MI7’s Maverick Maestro Saves the Day!” proclaimed one newspaper, while another heralded, “Johnny English: From Desk to Dynamo!” The attention was overwhelming, a cacophony of praise and curiosity, yet Johnny remained grounded, his thoughts drifting to the team that had supported him.

Lorna Campbell, his steadfast partner in this comedic caper, stood by his side. Her initial skepticism had blossomed into genuine respect, a testament to the bond forged in the crucible of chaos. Her sharp wit and unwavering resolve had been the perfect counterbalance to Johnny’s unorthodox methods. Together, they had danced through danger, their synergy a testament to the power of teamwork.

“Johnny,” Lorna said, her voice a melodic harmony that cut through the noise, “I must admit, I didn’t think you’d pull it off. But you did, and in style.”

Johnny chuckled, a lighthearted sound that belied the gravity of their achievement. “Well, Lorna, I always say, never underestimate the power of a good cup of tea and a bit of luck.”

They shared a moment of camaraderie, a silent acknowledgment of the trials they had overcome. The world of espionage was a tempestuous sea, but together, they had navigated its treacherous waters with aplomb.

As the accolades poured in, Johnny felt a tug of nostalgia for the simplicity of his old life. The quiet monotony of filing papers and fetching coffee had been replaced by a whirlwind of action and acclaim. Yet, amidst the chaos, he found solace in the knowledge that he had made a difference. The Crown Jewels were safe, the sinister plot thwarted, and Pascal Sauvage was behind bars, his dreams of grandeur reduced to ashes.

The celebrations at MI7 were a jubilant affair, a tapestry of laughter and revelry. Agents clinked glasses in Johnny’s honor, toasting to his improbable triumph. The air was thick with the scent of victory, a heady mix of champagne and satisfaction. Yet, amidst the festivities, Johnny’s thoughts wandered to the future. The world of espionage was unpredictable, a constant dance of shadows and secrets. But Johnny was ready, his spirit buoyed by the knowledge that he had carved his place within its enigmatic folds.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, Johnny found himself alone in his office. The quiet hum of the city outside was a soothing balm, a reminder of the world he had fought to protect. He sat at his desk, the familiar clutter a comforting presence amidst the uncertainty of his new role.

In the stillness, Johnny allowed himself a moment of reflection. The journey had been fraught with peril, yet it had been a journey worth taking. He had discovered depths of resilience and resourcefulness he hadn’t known he possessed. And in doing so, he had proven to himself and the world that even the most unassuming individuals could achieve greatness.

With a contented sigh, Johnny leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting to the adventures that lay ahead. The world of espionage was a vast tapestry, woven with threads of intrigue and adventure. And Johnny English, MI7’s most unconventional hero, was ready to embrace whatever challenges awaited.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Johnny closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. The journey was far from over, but for now, he was content. In the quiet of his office, amidst the echoes of his extraordinary adventure, Johnny found peace. The world of espionage was a realm of endless possibilities, and he was ready to face them, one comedic caper at a time.

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Some scenes from the movie Johnny English written by A.I.

Scene 1

**Title: Johnny English: An Unlikely Hero**

**Screenplay**

**INT. MI7 OFFICE – DAY**

*The dimly lit office of MI7 is bustling with activity. Agents in sharp suits stride purposefully, while analysts pore over screens. Amidst the organized chaos, we find JOHNNY ENGLISH (40s), a nondescript man with a perpetually bemused expression, sitting at his cluttered desk, daydreaming.*

**JOHNNY**

(voiceover)

They say every man dreams of being a hero. I was no different, though my heroics were mostly confined to the margins of MI7 reports.

*Johnny looks up, startled, as a loud BEEP indicates an incoming message on his computer. He fumbles with the keyboard, accidentally triggering a series of embarrassing pop-ups.*

**JOHNNY**

(grumbling)

Blast these infernal machines…

**CUT TO: INT. MI7 HALLWAY – DAY**

*Johnny shuffles down the hallway, clutching a stack of papers. He passes by the door to the COMMAND CENTER, where a meeting is underway. Through the glass, we catch a glimpse of AGENT ONE, a charismatic figure at the head of the table.*

**AGENT ONE**

(to the room)

We must remain vigilant. The threats we face are more cunning than ever.

*Johnny pauses, eavesdropping with wide-eyed admiration. Suddenly, the office loudspeaker crackles to life.*

**LOUDSPEAKER (V.O.)**

All personnel, please report to the atrium for an important announcement.

**INT. MI7 ATRIUM – DAY**

*The atrium is packed with MI7 staff. Johnny stands awkwardly at the back, peering over the heads of taller colleagues. The HEAD OF MI7, a stern woman in her 50s, steps up to a podium.*

**HEAD OF MI7**

(somberly)

It is with great sorrow that I announce the untimely passing of Agent One. His service to MI7 was unparalleled.

*A collective gasp ripples through the crowd. Johnny’s face falls, a mix of shock and disbelief.*

**JOHNNY**

(whispering to himself)

Agent One… gone?

*The Head of MI7 continues, her tone grave.*

**HEAD OF MI7**

In these trying times, we must find strength. And so, it is my duty to name his successor.

*Johnny shifts uncomfortably, only half-listening, until…*

**HEAD OF MI7**

…Johnny English.

*The crowd parts, turning to stare at Johnny, who is frozen in place.*

**JOHNNY**

(stammering)

Me? There must be some mistake…

**HEAD OF MI7**

(decisively)

There is no mistake. You are now our top operative.

*The reality sinks in, a mix of fear and excitement playing across Johnny’s face. The agents around him offer cautious applause, some skeptical, others bemused.*

**INT. MI7 OFFICE – DAY**

*Johnny returns to his desk, still processing the news. He stares at his reflection in a small, cracked mirror on his desk.*

**JOHNNY**

(to his reflection)

Well, old chap, it seems destiny has come calling. Just try not to bungle it, eh?

*With newfound resolve, Johnny straightens his tie, accidentally knocking over a precarious stack of papers. As they scatter across the floor, he sighs, a hint of a smile on his lips.*

**JOHNNY**

(voiceover)

And so began my unlikely journey into the world of espionage, where the stakes were high, and the possibilities… endless.

*FADE OUT.*

Scene 2

**Title: Johnny English: A Jewel of an Assignment**

**Genre: Adventure, Action, Comedy**

—

**INT. MI7 HEADQUARTERS – BRIEFING ROOM – DAY**

*The room is filled with high-tech gadgets, a large screen displaying the image of the Crown Jewels, and a map of London. JOHNNY ENGLISH, looking slightly out of place in his new role, stands next to his superior, PEGASUS, a stern but fair leader. Pegasus is briefing Johnny on his first mission.*

**PEGASUS**

(offering a file to Johnny)

English, your first assignment. Sebastian Sauvage is sponsoring the Crown Jewels exhibition. We suspect a possible heist.

**JOHNNY**

(grinning, taking the file)

A heist, you say? Just the sort of thing I was born for.

**PEGASUS**

(raising an eyebrow)

Indeed. You’re to oversee the security on opening night. Remember, English, this is serious business.

**JOHNNY**

(nodding enthusiastically)

Absolutely, sir. Serious is my middle name.

*Pegasus watches as Johnny accidentally drops the file, scattering papers everywhere.*

**PEGASUS**

(sighing)

Just don’t make a spectacle of yourself.

—

**EXT. LONDON – EXHIBITION HALL – NIGHT**

*The grand opening of the Crown Jewels exhibition is underway. The hall is filled with elegantly dressed guests, a string quartet playing softly in the background. Johnny arrives, dressed in a tuxedo, trying to blend in.*

**JOHNNY (V.O.)**

(to himself)

Right, English. Time to show them what you’re made of.

*Johnny awkwardly navigates through the crowd, his eyes darting around, trying to appear vigilant.*

—

**INT. EXHIBITION HALL – MAIN DISPLAY AREA – NIGHT**

*Johnny approaches the display case holding the Crown Jewels. A SECURITY GUARD gives him a nod of acknowledgment.*

**SECURITY GUARD**

(whispering)

All secure, sir. No signs of trouble.

**JOHNNY**

(attempting to sound authoritative)

Excellent work. Keep it up, soldier.

*As Johnny turns, he accidentally bumps into a WAITER, sending a tray of champagne flutes crashing to the floor.*

**JOHNNY**

(flustered)

Apologies! Just testing your reflexes.

*The crowd turns to look, and Johnny quickly regains his composure, smiling awkwardly.*

—

**EXT. EXHIBITION HALL – BALCONY – NIGHT**

*Johnny steps out onto a balcony to collect his thoughts, overlooking the bustling streets of London. The sound of laughter and music drifts through the open doors.*

**JOHNNY (V.O.)**

(to himself)

Right, just keep it together, English. You’ve got this.

*Suddenly, he notices a suspicious figure skulking near a side entrance. The figure is dressed in black, moving stealthily.*

**JOHNNY**

(to himself)

Now, what do we have here?

*Johnny hurriedly makes his way back inside, determined to follow the lead.*

—

**INT. EXHIBITION HALL – SERVICE CORRIDOR – NIGHT**

*Johnny, trying to be stealthy, tails the suspicious figure through the narrow corridor. His attempts at subtlety are anything but, knocking over a broom and stumbling over a mop bucket.*

**JOHNNY**

(grimacing)

Just part of the plan.

*The figure disappears around a corner, leaving a trail of muddy footprints. Johnny, undeterred, continues the pursuit.*

—

**EXT. EXHIBITION HALL – BACK ALLEY – NIGHT**

*Johnny bursts out into a dimly lit alley, but the figure is nowhere in sight. Frustrated, he looks around for any clue.*

**JOHNNY (V.O.)**

(to himself)

Vanished into thin air, have you? Clever, but not clever enough.

*As Johnny turns to head back, he spots a small, glinting object on the ground. Bending down, he picks up a diamond earring.*

**JOHNNY**

(smiling to himself)

A clue! Just what I needed.

*Johnny pockets the earring, determined to unravel the mystery behind the heist.*

—

*As the scene fades, the music swells, hinting at the adventures and mishaps awaiting Johnny English as he embarks on his first mission.*

Scene 3

**Title: Johnny English: The Jewel Chase**

**Scene: The Clumsy Infiltrator**

**INT. SAUVAGE MANSION – NIGHT**

*The luxurious Sauvage Mansion is a spectacle of opulence, with crystal chandeliers and marble floors. A lavish party is underway, with high society guests mingling and enjoying the evening. Johnny English, now donning a tuxedo that seems a bit too snug, enters the scene, trying to blend in.*

**JOHNNY (V.O.)**

(whispering to himself)

Stay calm, Johnny. You’re not just a pencil pusher anymore. You’re a spy. A real spy.

*Johnny fumbles with his earbud, trying to connect to his high-tech gadgets. LORNA CAMPBELL, a sharp and sophisticated MI7 agent, observes him from across the room, shaking her head slightly.*

**LORNA (into her earpiece)**

Control, do we really have to work with this guy?

**CONTROL (V.O.)**

(over earpiece)

He’s all we’ve got, Lorna. Just keep him out of trouble.

*Johnny approaches a large painting, awkwardly pressing buttons on a device disguised as a pen. The painting swings open to reveal a hidden passageway. He glances around, hoping no one has noticed his accidental discovery.*

**JOHNNY**

(surprised)

Well, what do you know… beginner’s luck.

*Lorna walks up behind him, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief.*

**LORNA**

(impressed but skeptical)

Looks like you found something. Try not to trip over your own feet in there.

*Johnny and Lorna enter the passage, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridor.*

**INT. HIDDEN PASSAGE – NIGHT**

*The passage is narrow and filled with cobwebs. Johnny, trying to act nonchalant, swats at them as they walk.*

**JOHNNY**

(trying to sound confident)

I knew this was here all along. Just testing you.

*Lorna smirks, clearly unconvinced. They reach a fork in the passage.*

**LORNA**

(sarcastically)

Left or right, Mr. English?

*Johnny closes his eyes, spins around dramatically, and points left.*

**JOHNNY**

(decisively)

Left! Always trust your instincts, Lorna.

*They head left, and after a few steps, the floor beneath Johnny gives way with a loud creak. He flails, grabbing onto Lorna for support. She barely manages to hold them both up.*

**LORNA**

(grunting)

Instincts, huh? Maybe next time, less spinning, more thinking.

*They regain their balance and continue down the passage, Johnny now more cautious, yet inadvertently triggering hidden mechanisms that reveal more clues about the heist.*

**INT. SECRET ROOM – NIGHT**

*The passage opens into a secret room filled with blueprints and plans. Johnny accidentally knocks over a stack of papers, revealing a map with the Crown Jewels’ location circled.*

**JOHNNY**

(triumphantly)

Would you look at that, Lorna? All part of the plan.

*Lorna picks up the map, examining it closely.*

**LORNA**

(sincerely)

You might actually be onto something, Johnny. Let’s get this back to HQ.

*They head back through the passage, Johnny’s confidence slightly bolstered by their accidental success.*

**FADE OUT.**

—

*Note: This scene combines action and comedy, highlighting Johnny’s clumsiness yet fortuitous discoveries, setting the tone for his unconventional approach to espionage. The dynamic between Johnny and Lorna adds a layer of humor and camaraderie, driving the plot forward.*

Scene 4

**Title: Johnny English: The Jewel Caper**

**Genre: Adventure, Action, Comedy**

—

**INT. SECRET MI7 HEADQUARTERS – DAY**

*The bustling MI7 headquarters is a hive of activity. Agents move with purpose, yet one stands out—a slightly disheveled, endearingly clumsy man: JOHNNY ENGLISH. He’s at his desk, trying to make sense of a high-tech gadget. A knock at his door.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

(off-screen)

May I come in?

*Johnny fumbles, nearly dropping the gadget, but manages to catch it just in time.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(awkwardly)

Of course! Please, come in.

*LORNA CAMPBELL, a sharp and poised MI7 agent, enters. She exudes confidence and a no-nonsense demeanor.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

I hear you’ve been assigned to the Crown Jewels case.

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

Ah, yes. The jewels. Quite the puzzle, isn’t it? But I assure you, I’m on it.

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

(raising an eyebrow)

On it, are you? Because from what I’ve seen, it seems you’re more… under it.

*Johnny chuckles nervously, trying to mask his embarrassment.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

Well, you know what they say, ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way.’

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

And where there’s you, there’s usually trouble.

*Johnny attempts to look serious, adjusting his tie.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

Trouble is just an opportunity in disguise.

*Lorna can’t help but smirk at his optimism, despite her reservations.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

Alright, English. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have some intel that might interest you.

*She places a dossier on his desk, her expression softening.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

Oh, intel! I love intel. It’s like a treasure map for the mind.

*Johnny eagerly flips through the dossier, nodding as if he understands every detail.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

I’ll be your partner on this. But let’s get one thing straight: I call the shots. We do this by the book.

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

By the book. Absolutely. The book, and maybe a few footnotes.

*Lorna gives him a scrutinizing look, half-amused, half-concerned.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

Meet me in the briefing room in ten. We’ve got work to do.

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

Right-o! The briefing room. Ten minutes. I’ll be there. Probably.

*Lorna exits, leaving Johnny to gather his things. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(to himself)

Alright, Johnny. Time to show them what you’re made of.

*With renewed determination, Johnny stands up, accidentally knocking over a stack of papers. He hurriedly tries to tidy up before hurrying out of the office.*

—

*The scene captures the comedic chemistry between Johnny and Lorna, setting the stage for their partnership. Lorna’s skepticism and Johnny’s boundless optimism create a dynamic interplay, promising humor and unexpected twists as they embark on their mission to recover the Crown Jewels.*

Scene 5

**Title: Johnny English: Crown Jewels Caper**

**Scene: High-Speed Hijinks**

**INT. MI7 HEADQUARTERS – DAY**

*JOHNNY ENGLISH (mid-40s, earnest but clumsy) stands beside LORNA CAMPBELL (late 30s, sharp and pragmatic) as they strategize their next move.*

**JOHNNY**

(enthusiastically)

Right, Lorna, we need to intercept Pascal’s courier. I suggest we go incognito.

**LORNA**

(skeptically)

Incognito? Your last disguise ended with you stuck in a revolving door, Johnny.

**JOHNNY**

(undaunted)

This time, I have a foolproof plan.

**EXT. LONDON STREET – DAY**

*Johnny and Lorna, disguised in absurd tourist outfits, stand awkwardly near a DOUBLE-DECKER BUS. Johnny clutches a map, pretending to be lost.*

**JOHNNY**

(squinting at the map)

Ah, Trafalgar Square, just as I thought.

*A SUSPICIOUS COURIER exits a nearby building, clutching a briefcase. Johnny’s eyes narrow as he gestures to Lorna.*

**JOHNNY**

(whispering)

There’s our man. Follow my lead.

*They trail the courier, but Johnny’s attempts at stealth are hilariously ineffective, attracting attention from passersby.*

**EXT. BUSY ROAD – DAY**

*The courier hops onto a BUS. Johnny and Lorna scramble to follow, but Johnny gets his scarf caught in the bus door.*

**LORNA**

(exasperated)

Johnny, hurry!

*With a comedic struggle, Johnny frees himself, and they board the bus just as it speeds off.*

**INT. DOUBLE-DECKER BUS – DAY**

*Johnny and Lorna awkwardly maneuver through the crowded bus, trying to remain inconspicuous. Johnny’s antics cause chaos, knocking over bags and bumping into passengers.*

**JOHNNY**

(whispering to Lorna)

I’ve got eyes on him. Stay close.

*The courier notices them and bolts toward the bus’s upper deck. Johnny and Lorna give chase, navigating the narrow stairs with comedic difficulty.*

**EXT. LONDON STREET – DAY**

*The bus halts at a stop. The courier leaps off, sprinting toward the Thames. Johnny and Lorna follow suit, racing through traffic in a series of slapstick maneuvers.*

**EXT. THAMES RIVER – DAY**

*The chase leads to a TOURIST BOAT. The courier leaps aboard, and Johnny, in a moment of impulsive bravado, commandeers a small MOTORBOAT.*

**JOHNNY**

(shouting)

To victory, Lorna!

*Lorna rolls her eyes but jumps into the boat. They pursue the tourist boat, weaving through the river with a mix of skill and chaos.*

**INT. TOURIST BOAT – DAY**

*The courier, now cornered, attempts to blend with tourists. Johnny and Lorna board the boat, causing a comedic scene as Johnny tries to identify the courier.*

**JOHNNY**

(to a bewildered TOURIST)

Have you seen a man with shifty eyes and a briefcase?

*The tourist, confused, points in a random direction. Johnny nods, convinced.*

**EXT. THAMES RIVER – DAY**

*In a final burst of action, Johnny spots the courier climbing a ladder to a BRIDGE. With a dramatic leap, Johnny tackles the courier, both landing safely but spectacularly in a market stall below.*

**JOHNNY**

(triumphantly)

Gotcha!

*Lorna arrives, shaking her head with a bemused smile.*

**LORNA**

(sarcastically)

Nice work, Johnny. Let’s see what’s in the briefcase.

*Johnny, proud but sheepish, opens the briefcase, revealing vital documents linking Pascal to the Crown Jewels heist.*

**JOHNNY**

(cheerfully)

I knew we’d crack it, Lorna. Teamwork makes the dream work!

*They share a victorious smile as the scene fades out, setting the stage for the next chapter in their adventure.*

Scene 6

**Title: Johnny English: Crown Jewels Caper**

**Scene: Chapter 6 – The Mastermind Revealed**

**INT. LUXURIOUS PENTHOUSE – NIGHT**

*The room is dimly lit, filled with opulent furniture. JOHNNY ENGLISH and LORNA CAMPBELL crouch behind a grand piano, peering out at a gathering of shadowy figures. The leader of the group, PASCAL SAUVAGE, stands at the head of a long table, flanked by guards. The stolen Crown Jewels glitter under the chandelier light.*

**JOHNNY**

(whispering)

We’ve got him, Lorna. That’s Pascal Sauvage. I knew I recognized that face from the MI7 files.

**LORNA**

(skeptical)

Let’s not celebrate just yet, Johnny. We still have to get those jewels back without getting ourselves killed.

*Johnny fumbles with a small gadget, accidentally triggering a loud beeping noise.*

**LORNA**

(hissing)

Johnny! What did you do?

**JOHNNY**

(sheepishly)

I thought it was the silent mode.

*The guards are alerted, their attention drawn to the noise. Pascal turns, a smug smile spreading across his face as he spots Johnny and Lorna.*

**PASCAL**

(clapping slowly)

Ah, the infamous Johnny English. I must admit, I didn’t expect MI7 to send their best and brightest.

**JOHNNY**

(straightening up)

Well, surprise! We’re here to put an end to your little charade, Pascal.

**PASCAL**

(chuckling)

And how do you plan to do that? You’re outnumbered and outmatched.

**LORNA**

(calmly)

You underestimate us, Pascal. You’re not the only one with a plan.

*Lorna discreetly activates a hidden earpiece, signaling reinforcements outside.*

**JOHNNY**

(nervously adjusting his tie)

We’ve got MI7 agents surrounding the building. Surrender now, and you might just get a nice cell with a view.

**PASCAL**

(smiling)

A clever bluff, but I’ve always preferred making my own luck.

*Pascal gestures to his guards, who advance towards Johnny and Lorna. Suddenly, the sound of helicopters and sirens fills the air. Lorna’s backup has arrived.*

**LORNA**

(to Johnny)

Now would be a good time to do something heroic, Johnny.

*Johnny hesitates, then in a burst of uncharacteristic bravery, leaps onto the table, scattering papers and glasses.*

**JOHNNY**

(brandishing the gadget like a weapon)

Alright, everyone freeze! This is… a highly advanced weapon! One wrong move and, well, it won’t be pretty.

*The guards pause, uncertain. Lorna takes advantage of the distraction to disarm the nearest one.*

**PASCAL**

(annoyed)

Enough of this farce!

*Pascal lunges for the jewels, but Johnny’s clumsy movements cause a chandelier to swing precariously overhead.*

**JOHNNY**

(to himself)

Oh dear…

*The chandelier crashes down, narrowly missing Pascal and scattering the jewels across the floor. Johnny and Lorna spring into action, subduing the remaining guards.*

**JOHNNY**

(grinning)

See? Told you I had a plan.

**LORNA**

(smirking)

More like lucky timing. But I’ll take it.

*As MI7 agents flood the room, Pascal is apprehended. Johnny and Lorna share a victorious glance.*

**JOHNNY**

(cheerfully)

Another day, another daring rescue. What do you say to a celebratory dinner, Lorna?

**LORNA**

(teasing)

As long as you promise not to blow anything up.

*They laugh, stepping over the chaos as they head toward the exit, leaving the captured Pascal in their wake.*

*FADE OUT.*

Scene 7

**Title: Johnny English: The Jewel Caper**

**Scene: Chapter 7 – The Final Countdown**

**INT. PASCAL’S HIDEOUT – NIGHT**

*The camera pans through the dimly lit corridors of Pascal Sauvage’s hideout. The atmosphere is tense. JOHNNY ENGLISH and LORNA CAMPBELL are crouched behind a stack of crates, whispering urgently. The sound of footsteps echoes in the distance.*

**JOHNNY**

(whispering)

Lorna, remember the plan. We go in, grab the jewels, and get out before Pascal knows what hit him.

**LORNA**

(skeptically)

You mean the plan that involves you accidentally setting off every alarm in this place?

*Johnny gives a sheepish grin, adjusting his tie nervously.*

**JOHNNY**

A minor oversight. But this time, I’ve got it under control. Trust me.

*They peek over the crates. Two GUARDS patrol the hallway, armed and alert.*

**LORNA**

(sarcastic)

Control, right. How do you plan to get past them?

*Johnny pulls out a small, peculiar gadget that looks like a pen.*

**JOHNNY**

Behold, the Pen of Perplexity! One click, and they’ll be so confused, they won’t know which way is up.

*Lorna raises an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued.*

**LORNA**

Alright, Bond. Let’s see it in action.

*Johnny clicks the pen. A loud, comical buzzing sound fills the air, causing the guards to stumble and stagger around, dazed and bewildered.*

**JOHNNY**

(grinning)

See? Works like a charm.

*They dart down the hallway, dodging the disoriented guards. They reach a grand door adorned with ornate carvings.*

**LORNA**

This must be it.

**JOHNNY**

(steadying himself)

On three. One, two—

*Before he can finish, Lorna kicks the door open with a swift motion. They rush inside, revealing a room filled with treasures, the Crown Jewels gleaming atop a pedestal.*

**INT. TREASURE ROOM – NIGHT**

*The jewels sparkle under the dim light. Johnny approaches with a mix of awe and determination.*

**JOHNNY**

(softly)

The crown jewels. Never thought I’d see them up close.

*Suddenly, an alarm blares. Red lights flash, and metal shutters begin to descend over the windows and doors.*

**LORNA**

(urgently)

Johnny, grab them! We need to move!

*Johnny scoops up the jewels, fumbling slightly. They turn to leave when PASCAL SAUVAGE steps from the shadows, clapping slowly.*

**PASCAL**

(smugly)

Bravo, Mr. English. But I’m afraid your little escapade ends here.

*Johnny and Lorna exchange a quick glance, readying themselves for a fight.*

**JOHNNY**

(defiantly)

You’re out of time, Pascal. The game’s up.

*Pascal smirks, gesturing to the armed guards flooding into the room.*

**PASCAL**

I beg to differ. You see, I always have a backup plan.

*Johnny’s eyes dart around, searching for an escape.*

**JOHNNY**

(to Lorna)

Looks like we’ll have to improvise.

*Lorna nods, determination in her eyes.*

**LORNA**

Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.

*They spring into action, a blend of comedic chaos and resourceful maneuvers. Johnny uses his gadgets in unexpected ways, turning the tide in their favor. Lorna’s skill and precision complement Johnny’s unorthodox style perfectly.*

*As the last guard falls, Johnny and Lorna face Pascal, who is now cornered and visibly agitated.*

**PASCAL**

(enraged)

You think you’ve won? This isn’t over!

**JOHNNY**

(grinning)

Oh, I think it is. And I couldn’t have done it without a little English flair.

*With Pascal apprehended and the jewels secure, they make their escape as the hideout begins to self-destruct, alarms blaring triumphantly.*

**EXT. PASCAL’S HIDEOUT – NIGHT**

*Johnny and Lorna emerge from the hideout just as it collapses in on itself, debris settling in the moonlight. They catch their breath, sharing a victorious smile.*

**LORNA**

(softly)

Not bad, Johnny. Not bad at all.

**JOHNNY**

(chuckling)

Just another day at the office.

*The scene closes with Johnny and Lorna walking away, the jewels safely in hand, ready for their next adventure.*

**FADE OUT.**

Scene 8

**Title: Johnny English: The Crown Jewel Caper**

**Scene: The Rooftop Showdown**

**INT. PASCAL’S FORTRESS – NIGHT**

*The scene opens with JOHNNY ENGLISH and LORNA CAMPBELL stealthily navigating through a dimly lit corridor inside Pascal Sauvage’s fortress. Their mission has led them to the rooftop, where Pascal is preparing his final move.*

**EXT. ROOFTOP – NIGHT**

*The wind howls as JOHNNY and LORNA emerge onto the rooftop. The London skyline glimmers in the distance. PASCAL SAUVAGE stands at the edge, clutching the Crown Jewels in a leather satchel.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(trying to sound confident)

Pascal! The game’s up! Hand over the jewels and maybe we’ll let you down the easy way.

**PASCAL SAUVAGE**

(turning with a smirk)

Ah, Mr. English. I must admit, you’ve been quite the unexpected nuisance.

*LORNA, holding a gadget in her hand, steps forward.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

We know about your plan, Pascal. It’s over. There’s nowhere left to run.

*Pascal chuckles, unfazed.*

**PASCAL SAUVAGE**

Oh, I think you’ll find I have a few tricks left.

*Suddenly, Pascal presses a button on a remote. A hidden platform begins to rise, revealing a small helicopter. The blades start spinning rapidly.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(eyes widening)

Oh, bugger.

*As Pascal dashes toward the helicopter, Johnny sprints forward, tripping over his own feet but somehow managing to grab hold of the satchel. A comedic tug-of-war ensues.*

**PASCAL SAUVAGE**

(struggling)

You imbecile! Let go!

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(holding on for dear life)

Not a chance, Pascal! I’ve got a duty to Her Majesty!

*Lorna tries to assist, but is suddenly confronted by one of Pascal’s henchmen. A quick, action-packed fight ensues between them.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

(shouting over the chaos)

Johnny, just hold on!

*The helicopter begins to lift off, dragging Johnny toward the edge. He clings to the satchel with one hand and the helicopter skid with the other.*

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(shouting to himself)

Think, Johnny, think!

*In a moment of inspiration, Johnny reaches into his pocket with his free hand, retrieving a gadget. He tosses it into the helicopter’s open door. It lands on the controls, creating a burst of sparks.*

**PASCAL SAUVAGE**

(panicking)

What have you done?!

*The helicopter sputters and starts to descend. Pascal releases the satchel, allowing Johnny to pull back to safety.*

*Lorna successfully subdues the henchman and runs to Johnny’s side as Pascal’s helicopter lands awkwardly back on the rooftop.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

(breathless, impressed)

You actually did it.

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(grinning, holding up the satchel)

All in a day’s work, Lorna. All in a day’s work.

*Police sirens wail in the distance as Pascal, defeated, is apprehended by arriving officers. Johnny and Lorna exchange a triumphant look.*

**LORNA CAMPBELL**

(teasingly)

I guess you’re not such a hopeless case after all.

**JOHNNY ENGLISH**

(smirking)

Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.

*They both laugh, standing victorious under the moonlit sky, the city of London stretching out beneath them.*

*FADE OUT.*