Unfortunately the coach can't move off immediately, Alf has the horses under control but Roxburgh is in the process of climbing down from his seat to fetch the dropped shot-gun. "Hold up... we can't leave the shotgun behind." Roxburgh's portly frame swings down from the front of the coach and picks up the fallen weapon.
"F.. follow those madmen! They shot at us.. drivin' to the Rozzers is more like it!" says a very unhappy Alf.