All language subtitles for Elsbeth.S02E11.WEB

Ah, the lovers again?

Aye.

Third meeting.
Oh.

I think this time
they leave together.

Aye.
Mm-hmm.

I knew it.

It's love.

Oh, no.

What happened there?

The lass has been waiting.

She even brought
sweeties, too.

Love is a fickle beast.

Mm-hmm.

Bit of cream?

Aye. Thanks, Fiona.

Oh!

Uh, uh, sorry.

It's no bother, Fiona.

You're fine.

Here.

What's wrong
with that one?

Somebody help her!

You, get out the way!

Get out the way!

You!

Look behind you!

Behind you!

Look behind you!

Oh, come on, help her!

Do you think she looks sad?

Mm, I'm guessing
that's from being dead.

And no one touched her?

No,
but I think she did.

So you didn't see what happened?

No, she was just waiting
at one of our tables.

But then she started
stumbling over there.

Was she sad?

I don't know.

Are you--
Yes.

Just answer the question,
or she'll keep asking.

I don't know
if I'd say sad.

She was just waiting
for her coffee.

Had she drunk it yet?

No, she was
just waiting.

No witnesses, Detective.
It was rush hour.

No one was
paying attention.

Got to love New York.

I know.
It's so pretty today.

What is that?

Oh, the Iris.

I think they're taking it down

after Valentine's Day.

Oh, right,
I read about that.

It's like the Portal
from last year.

Oh, that is so fun.

So it's a window to where?

Some seaside town
in Scotland.

Like, 24 hours
of streaming.

It's to connect people
from a small town

to a big city who
wouldn't meet otherwise.

So we can see them,

and they can see...

Excuse me?

Sir, has this
always been covered?

No, we covered it
when we got here.

It's up again.

Hello.

Oh, no sound?

Uh, no, just picture.

Hello?

Hello.

I'm Elsbeth.

Angus.

Uh, can I ask you
a few questions?

Aye.

Sheep!

Oh, aye, there's loads of 'em.

Stop it!

Are they siblings? Oh, my God.

That is so adorable.

It is pretty darn adorable.

Are those the questions
you wanted to ask me?

Oh, uh, no.

Sorry, um...

Oh, oh. Did you see

who did this?

Aye.

I saw a man grab the victim.

And then she fell to the ground.

He tried to take her chocolates.

What chocolates?

Well, she had a box
of chocolates.

Like a Valentine.

I think it might be
what you would call

a jealous rage.

- Could you describe this man?
- Oh, aye.

But I'm not sure
if he's the man who killed her.

She went back to her table
after they struggled.

Are you with the police?

Oh, uh, that's a... long story.

Uh, yes and no.

I'm a consultant.

I...

Did they see something?

Oh, no, no.

They just come here at 2:30.

Why is that?

Uh, just give it half a tick.

That happens every day?

Twice a day, like clockwork.

But that's not why I'm here.

Uh, writing.

- Elsbeth?
- Oh.

Um...

Uh, so how much longer
will you be here?

An hour, maybe.

Okay, I think
we're gonna need to take

a statement.
What's your full name?

You might need a pen.

Uh, no, I have a good memory.

Angus Oliphant-Donnachaidh.

I'll need a pen.

Okay, uh...

Put you on speaker...

Uh, can you spell that, please?

O-L-I-

P-H-A-N-T,

dash, D-O-N-N-

A-C-H-

A-I-D-H.

Wow.

Thank you.

I'll, uh, I'll call you back.

I like your jacket.

Oh.

Thank you.

Um, it's my favorite color.

Mine, too.

Elsbeth!
Oh.

Right, um...

Call you soon, Angus

Oliphanta-blucka-blucka.

Haste ye back.

What's going on?

We found her ID badge.

She worked
just around the corner.

Who was that?

A witness.

Hmm.

Try this.

Hi.

Ooh.

Oh, hi.

Uh, are all these your perfumes?

Yes. Would you like
to sample one?

Oh, no, I'm not very good
at choosing perfumes.

Try this one.

Oh. Thank you.

Do they make them all here?

In our private laboratory
upstairs.

You're in the house
of Elle-Même.

Oh...

This is a very small bottle.

Yes. Handy in your purse.

Yum. I know
you're not supposed

to spray directly
onto the body,

You're supposed
to make a little cloud,

and then walk into it. Oh!

Oh, my gosh.

Wow.

Ow.
Here's a tissue.

Whew. Okay.

Oh, gosh. Ow. Ow.

May I help you?

We're here regarding
Hayley Ritter.

Well, I'm head of security.

Is, uh, Hayley in
some kind of trouble?

We have some bad news.

Well,
uh, come on up.

I can't believe it.

We just deactivated her keycard
this morning.

Was she fired?

No, no.

No, she failed her drug test,

and that's the policy.

Oh, God, it's so awful.

Oh!

Oh. Elsbeth, in here.

Sorry. Sorry.

So, the company
was concerned...

with Hayley's drug use?

Well, uh, everyone
in Research and Development

is subject to random drug tests.

If you fail, credentials
are immediately revoked.

Never thought that
would happen with her.

You know, I gave Hayley
her first Elle-Même ID badge

as a college intern.

Mmm.
Have you noticed
any recent changes

to her behavior?

Uh, no. Uh...

Had to read the results
three times to believe it.

She's been sober for years.

When did you say she failed?

Test was
given on Friday,

results came back
over the weekend.

Could we get a copy
of those results?

You know,
I'll do you one better.

I'll send over
her employee file.

So the adrenal glands
have a normal configuration,

with the cortices
well demarcated

from the
underlying medullae--
So it's a drug overdose?

Yeah, as far
as we can determine.

Um, fentanyl.

Good. Thank you.

But you could've just
sent us the results.

It's more effective
in person.

And I was in
the neighborhood,

and I thought that
I could just swing by--

Well, this feels like
a clean transfer to Narcotics.

Yes, Captain.
Um...

Elsbeth.

Not to throw a flag
on the play, but--

What's wrong with your eye?

Oh, I walked into a cloud.

Angus says he saw Hayley

have a jealous
confrontation with a man

who, uh, grabbed
her by the arm.

Who's Angus?

Our witness in Scotland.

We have a witness in Scotland?

Yeah, it's from The Iris,

it's this art installation
in the park.

It has a 24-hour stream
between New York

and this small town
in Scotland.

From what I can tell, the town
has more sheep than people.

It's so cute.

Oh, they do, yeah.
Yeah.
It's a tiny little--

I keep thinking this will
make sense the more I listen.

How is he our only witness?

Captain, as excited as I get
by these Elsbethian detours,

at a certain point a drug
overdose is a drug overdose.

When will you have
the full toxicology report?

Um, tomorrow.

Good. So, tomorrow,
let's do a full witness report

on this man in, uh, Scotland,

and then we'll just drop this
in the lap of Narcotics.

Out.

Uh, you might want to go

a little lighter
on that perfume.

Agreed.

So, uh, how are things
with the unit?

Everything working okay?
Oh. Oh, yeah.

It's-it's really nice.
The shower has, like,

the best water pressure
in New York.

Right? My contractor
understood the assignment.
Yeah.

There's a wall, Elsbeth.

Got it. Got it.

Uh, actually, um,
go on without me,

I think I'm gonna grab my coat.

And my bags.

'Kay, see y'all. Whoa.

Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry.

Wow. So sorry. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Everything okay, Captain?

Of course things would have
to pick up around here

right before Valentine's Day.

You're a fan
of Valentine's Day?

February 14th
is my wedding anniversary.

Oh, that's so romantic.

Uh, in our 20s we
thought it would be.

But it's like being born
on Christmas.

February 14th
doesn't feel like our day.

The traffic,
the overpriced flowers.

You can't even get
a damn reservation anywhere.

Well, maybe you could
cook her a special meal.

Eh, after the year that Claudia
and I have gone through, no.

Nah, I'm leaning
all the way in.

The price-inflated
roses,

the fancy date.
Mm.

And then my big surprise.

You know the one.

I do.
Do you think you're ready?

No.

I-I... But I got
to do it sometime.

May I just say,

this romantic side of you
is unexpected.

And wonderful.

Speaking of unexpected...

...did you hear they reopened
the Mertens murder case?

Yeah. Captain Kershaw.

Wait a minute.
Did you make a call?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I simply had a drink

with a friend.

Understood.

Captain.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks for doing this.

Oh, it's a pleasure.

No one embraces procrastination
better than a writer.

So, you said you thought
this was a jealous rage. Why?

Well, this young lass, Hayley,

she'd been meeting romantically
for coffee at that place there.

With the man
who she struggled with?

Oh, no, no, another man.

I think it was a Tinder date.

Why do you say that?

Well, they didn't seem
to know each other

the first time they met.

And the chocolates were for him?

Aye. She waited,
but he never arrived.

Now, if I got
a sketch artist here,

would you be able
to describe him?

Oh, aye.

You know, that scarf goes well
with your jacket.

Oh, this? Oh, it's nothing.

I just, um,
it's from the garbage.

I don't know why I said that.

So, what do you write, Angus?

Songs.

Really?

Oh, not good ones.
They're too hard.

Bad music is so much easier.

That's so exciting.

I love people who write music.

I love people who love people
who write music.

Well, I love people who love...

Um...

So you just sit there
and get inspired?

Well, New York...

It inspires me.

Me, too.
Have you ever been here?

No.

No. But in my songs, I go.

Someone's calling in.

Hello?

I'll be right there.

Angus?

Hayley had an emergency contact

in the employee file,
her boyfriend.

I've been trying to call her,
but she wasn't picking up.

I-I can't believe
this is happening.

How long had you
been together?

Two and a half years.

They didn't mention you
at Ms. Ritter's work.

Hayley was
a private person.

And we've been in counseling
for a little while.

But she loved me,
I know she did.

Oh, my God.

I don't understand.
What kind of drugs?

Fentanyl.

That makes no sense.

Why do
you say that?

I was with
her through rehab.

I saw her get clean.

I know what a relapse
looks like on Hayley.

She was sober.

Did you follow Hayley today?

Follow her? No. Where?

Were you jealous of her
meeting with another man?

What are you talking about?

Elsbeth.

Did you see Hayley

meeting with another man
by The Iris?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Things were good.

We were planning to have kids.
We were doing IVF.

I think that's enough.

Thank you, sir.

We'll contact you
with any other questions.

Maybe you can help us
with just one more thing.

What?

Not here. Where Hayley died.

Yes.

It'll only take a second.

Good job, yeah.
Aye. See you tomorrow.

You ready for me?

"Aye."

Mr. Jeffries?

I-I just-- Could you just
stand right here?

Why?
What am I doing here?

I just need you
to see something.

Uh...

Uh, hey.
Uh, look over there.

Aye. That's the man
who fought with her.

I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

We have an eyewitness
who saw you

fighting with your
girlfriend, Charles.

Are you saying
that wasn't you?

I was mad,

and I tried to keep her
from walking away.

She was acting so weird.

It was like she was trying
to make me jealous.

Your Scottish
witness ID'd him?

Yes, but it's not
my Scottish witness.

He's just a witness.

It's not an
accusation, Elsbeth.

It's not what it looked like.

How was she
making you jealous?

I just discovered
she was cheating on me.

Of course I was pissed.

Who was cheating with?

I-I don't know.

But Hayley had stopped sharing
location services with me,

and she wouldn't tell me why

and then--

When I looked through her phone,

I found an encrypted
messaging app.

Doesn't mean
she was cheating.

Just means
you're controlling.

Did you follow her?

So you were
lying, before.

I was afraid for her.

That's why I was following her.

She was talking about someone
who wanted to kill her.

Right.

You have to look for this guy
who she was meeting.

He's the one
she was afraid of.

You need to find him!

So what do you think?

Drug overdose
with contributing factors.

Think we can make a case
implicating the boyfriend?

Sure, he fought with her,

fentanyl constricts
blood to the brain,

a sudden jolt like that
could lead to internal bleeding.

Sounds like
involuntary manslaughter to me.

What about the other man
she was meeting?

Officer Blanke.

I think we need to
locate him either way.

I agree.

Take Ms. Tascioni
with you tomorrow

and see what you can
dig up about him.

Was she afraid of him?
Let's go.

Are you nervous
about the big surprise?

I wasn't,
until you mentioned that.

How's that?

Uh, his forehead's a bit higher.

Thank you for doing this, sir.

Uh, doing nothing else today.

Is that a different coat?

I felt inspired.

It's another good color.

We get a wee bit

drab over here.

Oh, that can't be.

Well,

we'll get this
circulated right away.

Not done yet.

Uh, you're done. Let's go.

Oh.

Well, I guess I'll let you, uh,
get back to your composing.

Oh, God, no. Anything but that.

I heard one of your
songs last night.

Oh, you did? Where?

Spotify.

Ah, you just made me two cents.

I'll treat meself to dinner.

Um...

And you have a band?

A small one.

All from your, uh, village?

Oh, no, no.

The gang's in Edinburgh.

We record over Zoom.

Really?

That sounds very technical.

Well, I hook up the oxen
to the power grid.

How about you?

Are you a native New Yorker?

No, no.
Although, I feel like I am.

I can't believe
you've never been here.

No, but I will someday.

Well, I guess I'd better...

Aye. Go solve your murder.

Okay.

Whoa.

Bye.

Remember us from yesterday?

Yes, that was awful.

Have you seen this man?

He sometimes comes here
to work on his computer?

Oh. George.
Six pumps of caramel.

He's here every morning.

Lavender Manuka
Honey Oat latte!

For Taylor!

Do you remember
his last name? George...

No, but he might.

He's looking for him, too.

I don't know where he is.

George can be a bit of a space
cadet when he's working.

But he's never just disappeared
without a word like this.

I'm worried.

How long have you
been together?

Exclusively? A year. Why?

There's no reason
George would be meeting

romantically with
a woman, is there?

Maybe if it was Nicole Kidman.
But that's about it.

When was the last time
you heard from George?

Two days ago. He rushed off
the phone with me

to go meet a source.

Do you know
the source's name?
No.

Do you know
what he was writing about?

No, no. I don't find out
until he publishes.

George is intense about

"journalistic integrity,"
confidentiality.

His datebook is in code,

and he only communicates...

...with sources through
encrypted messaging apps.

Sorry...

Hello?

I sent around
that sketch you sent.

We found him.

Oh. That was fast. Where?

The morgue.

His body was found
hidden in a park

a few blocks
from his residence.

We're waiting
on full toxicology,

but it's looking
like a fentanyl overdose, too.

So, where is your
thinking on this?

We talked to
Mr. Singh's editor.

He said he was
working on an exposé,

thought he'd have
something in a few days.

He was waiting
on one last piece.

And Hayley, are we connecting
the two overdoses?

That's the logical theory.
We never found the chocolates.

What is that, a metaphor?

According to Angus,
Hayley had a box of chocolates

after the altercation
with Charles,

and before she died.

So, who took them?

This is New York.
Who didn't take them?

Why is everyone from New York
so down on New York?

So other people don't move here.

Well, that's not very welcoming.

Elsbeth. Chocolates.
Right.

What if Hayley was
a whistleblower

and that's the way
she was getting evidence

to George for her exposé?

Oh, joy.
Another Tascioni leap.

Wait, so you think someone
killed her to stop her

from delivering
damning evidence?

Yes, possibly
in a box of chocolates.

Or Hayley's boyfriend,
who didn't realize

George was gay, killed him
because he was jealous.

That's possible, too.
Thank you.

Just not very likely.
Okay.

Question the boyfriend.
Update me in an hour.

We have two corpses,
let's get this going.

Are the nerves
making you grouchy?

Go!

Hello?

Oh, hello.

I was seeing
if the sketch helped.

Perfectly.
I mean, we found him dead,

so that wasn't good,
but it helped us find him.

Ah, crivvens.

Well, what now?

Uh, well, we're working on it.

So if you can remember anything,
that would be great.

What's crivvens?

It's basically "crap."

Yes. Crivvens.

Hey, look.
I'll call you back, okay?

Okay, bye--

Crivvens. Criv--

Hey, Fiona.

You remember yesterday

when you spilled cream
all over my book?

Would you like me
to apologize again?

No. I was turned away
from that screen

for about ten seconds.

Were the boys out there
for their stripper?

Nae.
Well, who else
was out there

that could have seen?

The Murrays.

Ah, the sisters.
Mm-hmm.

Where are they?

- Where they always are.
- No, 1760.

That's when David
Hume wrote the...

It's not
the Human Enlightenment.

- It's the Scottish enlightenment.
- Oh.

You have to look
at the date.

They don't line up.

I had nothing
to do with this, either.

Have you ever been
to Mr. Singh's residence?
No.

I-I-I only saw him once
with Hayley.

The medical examiner
places the time of death

as Saturday in the morning.
Where were you?

I was... I... Uh, wait.

I was with Hayley.
We-we had couples therapy.

I wanted to make it work,
but she didn't,

and then she got bloodwork done

for our IVF. You see how she was
sending me mixed signals?

But I... It proves
I couldn't have been there.

Can anyone attest to this?

They probably could
at the fertility clinic.

We need that bloodwork.

Can you get us that bloodwork?

Okay, the IVF panel tests
for fertility, diseases and...

Substances.
Yeah.

Look, she tested negative

for everything.

Look at the dates.

The Elle-Même drug test

was Friday afternoon.

And the IVF panel

was Saturday morning.

If she was using opioids,

why weren't they still
in her system 12 hours later?

Elle-Même faked
the drug results.

Something bad was
coming out of that lab.

Hayley was a whistleblower,
and they killed her for it.

Mm.

We need to get
George's editor,

see if he knows anything
about what George was writing.

Angus?

Oh. I better get this.

Just remember,
he's a musician, so...

Mm.

I have to
give you the context.

I'll tell it.
I'm the one who saw him. He--

I saw it as
well as you.

He went right up to her

and he sneezed

in her face.

He didn't sneeze,
he coughed.

He wore one
of those surgical masks.

No, he did not.
Stop your telling of stories.

Uh, wait. Uh, I'm sorry.

Are you saying
there was another man?

I didn't see everything.
It was fast.

When Hayley went down, I...

Are you telling
this story, or are we?

You.
So, shut up.
The scoundrel

lowered his mask

and coughed in her face!

Sneezed in
her face.

Aah! How can you
go on like that?

The screen is silent.

And-and...

then what? What happened?

We're trying to tell you if
you'd stop your interrupting.

He...

He lifted the box of
chocolates right off her.

Can you tell me

what he looked like?

Not the face.
He had that mask.

And-And he wore
that scarf.

Murray of Atholl tartan.

Ah!
Aah! Are you blind?

MacKenzie tartan!
Aah.

Nah, Robertson Hunting
tartan, yeah?

Are you even Scottish?

Murray of Atholl.

Well, that's it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um, it's just, uh...

Uh, my-my battery is
about to die.

All these international calls.

So, he had on a patterned scarf?

Who is this woman?

I'm taking you off speaker.

I dinna ken who she is.

I'm sorry about that.

We take our tartans seriously.

Oh. Tell them I'm sorry.

Um, can you keep them around?

I'll need
to get statements later.

Certainly.

Be safe, Elsbeth.

Thanks, Angus.

She apologizes.

Oh.

And she thanks you.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, there, there, there!

That's him!

MacKenzie tartan.

I told you.
No, no, no.

Murray of Atholl!

Completely blind. Completely.

Look at it.

Hi.

You've reached the voicemail
of Elsbeth Tascioni.

It's spelled like it sounds.

May I help you?

Oh. Hi again.

Yes.

I was wondering...

could I get another one
of those samples?

Ah.

It is very small.

Yes, very convenient.

Fashionable bags
are usually tiny.

Is it reusable?

I mean, if I want,
could I pour out the perfume,

and then put anything I want in?

Do you not like the scent?

Oh, no, no.
I just probably

used too much of it last time.

Came out like a firehose.

Ms. Tascioni?
Yes. Oh. Oh.

May I help you?
Yes. Hi.

Uh, Mister, um...

uh, I-I forgot your name.

Thorwald.
"Thornwalls."

I was just admiring

how small these
little spray bottles are.

Atomizers.
Oh, yes, right, atomizers.

Very small.
Did you need something?

I do.

How is your, uh,
narcotics investigation going?

Oh. Well.

Good. You know, I used to
be an officer in Denver.

I know how
difficult it can be.

You used to be a detective?

No. A patrol officer.

Ah. Okay.

So, here's my issue.

This is...

a copy of Hayley's employee file
that you gave us.

Thank you for that,
by the way.
Yeah.

And we just want to
double-check the date there

for the drug test.

It's a little hard
to read. See?

So we just want to
confirm that it's correct.

Yeah. Yeah,
let me bring you

the original file.
Do you mind waiting?

Oh, no. Thank you.

Um...

Everything all right?

Uh, yes.
Uh, my-- Uh, yes.

I was just on the phone
with, um, Captain Wagner.

Yes, Captain.

I am in the office
of Howard Thornberger.

- Thorwald.
- Uh, Thorn... wald,

and, um, he was just giving me

the original
drug test report. Mm-hmm.

Yes, and, um, I'm coming
right back to you,

so you know
my where...

abouts. Um, actually, Captain,

uh, maybe you should
head over here right now

in case I have a problem
with, um, the, uh...

Yeah, that's dead.

Um, there are a lot of people
who know I'm here.

It is not gonna
look very real

if you spray us all
with fentanyl.

That's a lot of overdoses.

Some people
just disappear.

We are a
cosmetics company.

We know how to cover up
anything unsightly.

So this was all to cover up
for the company?

What, was there something
carcinogenic in those cosmetics?

Because that perfume
really stung my eye.

It's the concealer
that's the problem.

At least according to Hayley,
but she's not here anymore.

So, she was right.
People were trying to kill her.

There were company secrets
inside that box of chocolates.

On a thumb drive
hidden among the caramels,

which were delicious.

Why don't you sit down,
Ms. Tascioni?

Captain Wagner
is on his way.

Yes, because you magically
called him from your dead phone.

Help!
Shh, shh, shh.

No, help! Help! Help!
Shh, shh. Be quiet.

Shh.

- Help!
- Calm down.

Uh... Uh...
I'm in a meeting!

Yes, with someone
he intends to kill.

We're-we're
just joking in here.

Mr. Thorwald.
You're under arrest

for the murder of Hayley
Ritter and George Singh.

You have the right
to remain silent.

It wasn't me.
The CEOs paid me to do it.

Well, good.

Well, you might
want to try

lightening your sentence
by turning on them.

How did you guys know?

Angus in Scotland.
He called the switchboard.

Oh, my God.

That is so moving.

This whole thing is so moving.
Group hug.

No, no.
No group hugs.

Yes, yes, just not you.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automated
voice message system.

Like I said, musicians.

Keeps going
straight to voicemail.

I did check his
Spotify site, though.

He's got these concerts
coming up in Edinburgh.
Mm.

He just left.

He's gonna be gone
for a long time.

Well, I'm sure
he'll call tonight.

It is Valentine's Day.

Why do I even care?

He's 3,000 miles away.

I mean,
how does that even work?

What about you?
What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna do something fun
for Valentine's Day?

Nah.

I'm too busy for all that.

Whew.

Oh. Hey.
Oh, hey. Um...

Uh, there's a cupcake
for you there, by the way.

My coworkers brought
some Valentine's treats,

and you're
a sugar fiend, so...

Wh... What makes
you say that?

Oh, wait,
you're being for real?

No, I mean, you and Elsbeth
have froyo night,

like, every night.

Well, I appreciate
the gesture--

your moderate shade
notwithstanding--

but a morgue cupcake...

is very much not the vibe.

Um...

Yeah, I didn't think about maybe
the-the bacterial presence...

You want to get some ice cream
from the bodega with me?

Are you suggesting
we do something together

on February 14th?

We... also need dish soap.

Yes.

Who's ready to dance?

Is this
really happening?

Oh, it is
happening.

Dance lessons for Christmas
was technically Elsbeth's idea.

But I took an extra
month to prepare.

All right, now.
Elbow up. Elbow up.

What do you
mean, prepare?

Oh.

Okay.

This is not
the same man

who danced the first dance
at our wedding.

Your husband,
for the last five weeks,

has had the footwork
of a baby giraffe.

All right.
That's good.

You've been secretly
taking lessons for five weeks?

Oh.
So I become the dance partner
you deserve.

Mm.

Happy anniversary, baby.

And Happy Valentine's Day.

It's kind of sad.

It is.

It's coming down
tomorrow.

Mm.

Hello.

You came here?

You didn't need to come here.

Ah, you're right, I didn't.
Oh, wait.

Stop, stop.

You needed
to come here.

I thought so.

Happy Valentine's Day,
Elsbeth.

You too, Angus.

But wait, what about
your concerts in Edinburgh?

Ah, I told them
to play without me.

Besides, that's not
how I make my living.

It isn't? Well what are you
besides a musician?

I'm a fireman.

Get a room.

Aw...