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[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Water splashes ]

[ Theme music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversation, laughter ]

Perhaps you should slow down?

Fish piss in water, Graham.

So, Lucy, this is your first time here?

Sadly, stuffy dinner parties are part of the job.

Though winding up the Cavendishes is the most fun

to be had with your clothes on.

Where is Melissa anyway?

I've been honing my barbed comments all week.

Don't worry, Beryl.

You're not at work now.

You can tell Melissa to bog off if she annoys you.

I'm not sure I can.

I don't think I've ever told anyone to bog off.

Well, don't worry, I have,

and I'm only too happy to tell Melissa what is on my mind.

Jesus, Harry, that hobby horse?

What's this?

Cavendish is trying to cut the scholarship program.

It's his wife's idea, of course.

Ah, Harry, you came.

And there was me under the impression

you hadn't been invited,

not being a part of the faculty anymore.

Clearly an oversight, Lawrence.

I just wanted to spare you the embarrassment.

How thoughtful.

And, Graham, you brought your secretary.

My partner, Cavendish.

Of course.

Aren't you two brave.

So, where is Melissa?

She and I have so much to talk about.

The latest fashion, where she gets her nails done,

why we can't shoot peasants just for fun.

Melissa is unwell, actually.

Oh, so she won't be joining us?

LAWRENCE: I'm afraid not.

We're all hearing great things about Lucy

in your old department, Harry.

It really needed a shake-up.

HARRY: Well, I'm a big fan of the old guard moving on.

I think they should make it obligatory.

I suppose, if you find your old age an impediment, Harry.

Enjoy your meal.

There's nothing too chewy.

[ Chuckles ]

Poor Beryl, she's so uncomfortable.

What? Sorry, Harry.

I was just thinking about what he said in there.

To tell you the truth,

I've never lectured on such a well designed course.

Oh, you don't need to flatter me.

I've seen your file.

You got the job for a good reason.

Christ, look at this.

Have you every seen anything that screams

"I've a tiny penis" more than that?

It's new. It was probably that

or a two-seater Porsche.

Christ, you were right.

These dinners are painful.

Why do you still come?

Mischief, Lucy.

I'm a thorn in the side of the likes of Cavendish,

and long may it last.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Hm.

I highly recommend it.

Getting up when I want to, doing what I want to.

Haven't you always?

You are very funny when I'm drunk.

I suppose it helps you have your little hobby.

Like old Miss Marple.

No, no, it is fun.

I get to find out everyone's nasty little secrets.

Sticking your nose in.

So, what is wrong with Melissa really?

No, don't tell me.

She finally realized she hasn't got a pulse?

Tell me, Harry, did you ever solve the mystery

of the missing manners?

It's right up there with the mystery of people

who are promoted to the level of incompetence.

Don't you want to go and check on your wife?

Or are you too busy checking on your housekeeper?

No, wait a minute. I think I should go up there

and tell her that she should come down here

and keep an eye on you.

Melissa isn't here.

You just said that she was ill.

That's none of your business.

[ Harry laughs ]

You need two guard dogs, Cavendish?

Him and Melissa?

Now, with my old Miss Marple's head on,

I'm finding this a trifle suspicious.

I mean, first of all you say that she's ill

and then you say she's gone.

So which one is it?

Or did you do away with her?

For God's sake!

You won't let it rest, will you?

She's gone.

Vamoose! Imithe! Weg! Disparue!

My wife has left me.

Are you happy now?

I don't -- I don't feel very well.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Gags ]

HARRY: Lucy.

[ All gagging, retching ]

What is it?

He has a heart condition.

I think he's having a heart attack.

Graham, call an ambulance.

Emergency services, please.

Yeah, well, that's the last of them leaving.

I feel like that cook on the Titanic,preserved in alcohol.

FERGUS: You staying there now?

I'm in the middle of nowhere and I came in Graham's car,

the keys for which are currently with him in the hospital.

Yes.

Well, that's why I called you.

Make sure that Glenn picks me up in the morning.

FERGUS: Sure. Was it a vomiting bug or something?

I don't know, maybe they were all poisoned.

Aren't you supposed to be studying?

Don't you have English on Monday?

FERGUS: Yeah, yeah, okay.

Talk tomorrow.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Harry, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was at the dinner last night.

Lost my ride to the back of an ambulance.

What are you doing here?

Well, it turns out everybody has E. colipoisoning.

Cavendish is an induced coma, but if he dies,

then the catering company's

facing a corporate manslaughter charge.

We're just collecting the food containers as evidence.

I don't know how you managed to avoid it, though.

Me either.

I ate everything.

JORDAN: Hm.

Harry says she ate everything.

I didn't drink any water.

Wait, Vicky!

Jordan!

[ Whistles ]

Nice gaf, Harry.

The house has its own well supply.

We are not on the mains.

[ All gagging ]

I take it back.

That's proper rank, that is.

You lot were drinking that?

HARRY: Oh!

VICKY: Ohh.

HARRY: Christ!

That's Melissa Cavendish.

Oh, dear.

[ Siren wails ]

Harry, you knew Melissa?

Well, she was Cavendish's wife.

We weren't friends.

Who were her friends?

Well, if you could call them that,

pretty much everyone that was at the dinner last night.

The college elite.

Right. She have any enemies?

Quite a few, I imagine.

She didn't work for the college, you understand.

But she did like telling its employees how to do their job.

What's the husband like?

Arrogant, entitled, unpleasant.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah.

I think they call it corpse water, Harry.

It's when the feces work their way out of the cadaver --

Please feel free to shut up.

So, are we investigating, Harry?

Why?

Well, it's pretty bloody obvious who killed her.

Left him, my backside.

What are you doing here anyway?

Aren't you supposed to be studying?

It's Saturday.

So? Get in the car.

I'm going to drill you on your Shakespeare.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

So should we call the boss?

He's on holidays, Jordan.

I've got this. It'll be fine.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

JORDAN: Have we heard back from the pathologist yet

about time of death?

VICKY: He just e-mailed.

Between the rate of decomposition

and the water damage, he can confidently say

that she died a week before she was found.

Saturday the 11th between 6:00 and 10:00.

So the husband's alibi stands up.

VICKY: Same with the staff.

If Melissa only mixed with those posh ones at the dinner party

and one of them killer her,

why would they go to the house the following Friday,

knowing that her body was rotting in that well?

Well, we know intelligent killers maintain appearances.

They get up, they go to work,

they talk as if the person they murdered is alive and well.

[ Laughs ]

Yeah, we were the Diamond Banditos --

Dublin's answer to Duran Duran.

I was going to be the next Roger Taylor.

Well, what happened?

Well, our lead singer moved to Canada with his family

and we rehearsed in his garage.

So...

Also, none of the rest of us could sing.

[ Knock on door ]

Are you expecting someone?

My other lover, Mick Jagger.

You'll have a lot to talk about.

I'll bring him right down.

[ Ray laughs ]

Oh.

We need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

VICKY: I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist.

Okay, Detective.

How did you know Cavendish had a heart condition?

It's not common knowledge.

Before I retired, he and I got into a right squabble

and then Melissa rocked up, as usual,

and said that he had a congenital defect

and that I wasn't to upset him.

Bollocks to that.

We heard that you were unhappy with her

about a scholarship fund.

Harry, why did you go to the dinner that night?

You don't seem to particularly like either of them.

None of the alumni like each other,

but nothing gets in the way of drinks.

Mm.

So you didn't drink any of the water that night?

Where are you going with this, Vicky?

Surely you realize that Cavendish killed her.

First he said she was ill

and then he said that she'd left him.

Well, she didn't go very far, did she?

We found a note from Melissa saying she was leaving him.

Oh, he probably wrote that himself.

VICKY: And he has an alibi for the night she was murdered.

The staff have alibis, as do the people

Melissa interacted with the most,

who were pretty much all at the dinner,

just like you said.

The only person left to ask, Harry, is you.

Could you tell me what you were doing the evening

of Saturday the 11th?

Well, I can tell you what I wasn't doing.

Bumping off Melissa.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

The 11th?

I was plunging my downstairs loo at home alone.

Good God.

Chasing alibis is like going down a blind alley.

Why don't you focus on the motive?

I am thinking of motive, Harry.

You say Melissa Cavendish was disliked,

but no one else has told us that.

Well, of course they wouldn't.

What they did tell us is that you hated her.

We're going to need to take your fingerprints,

just to rule you out.

Did you hear any of that?

[ Chuckles ] She's just fishing.

She's panicking that Charlie's going to come home from holiday,

take the case, and solve it.

Or you will.

Where were you on the 11th anyway?

Was the evening that memorable?

Charming hotel, the roses, the Jacuzzi.

Oh, shit!

We can't tell them.

Why don't you just go and make yourself useful,

since I can't use you as an alibi?

Fergus is going to be here in a minute.

To even ask me for an alibi.

Have you tried Charlie?

He's in the bloody valley with his phone turned off.

So we have to solve it?

No, I have to solve it while I help you pass your exam.

Read your "Romeo and Juliet."

He loves her, she loves him, mental families.

Bish bash bosh.

It always comes down to sex.

Sex, love, hatred.

With the Cavendishes, it could be sex.

Jealousy. An affair?

Oh, so Cavendish is Romeo and Melissa's Juliet?

Hardly.

Shame you're not doing "Othello."

Now that would be relevant.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

We've got to go.

Where are we going?

Oh, Harry.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

HARRY: Wait.

Harry.

They've just told me.

I thought she'd left me.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Ah.

You've come to question me.

Believe me, I wouldn't harm a hair on my wife's head.

I loved her.

Yet, you thought she'd left you?

We had a silly fight.

I went to Belfast for a weekend conference

and I came home and she'd left me an e-mail.

Well, didn't you find that odd?

You know how passionate Melissa was.

I'd upset her.

Well, fondling the housekeeper would do that.

Jenny?

Don't be absurd.

It was a -- a stupid row.

I assumed Melissa was off giving my credit card

a battering in some fancy hotel, punishing me.

Alone or with someone else?

Melissa wouldn't have an affair.

She was...

Reputation meant everything to her.

Our reputation as a couple.

I didn't even want to go to that bloody conference

but she was furious, ranting and raving about it,

about the college, me being there too much,

the rumors being too much.

What rumors?

Sketch. The nurse is coming.

Could he have sneaked back from his conference to kill her?

If he was missing that long from Belfast,

it would have been noted.

He said something about rumors at the college.

I need to go back and see what I can find out.

Anyhow, got to get you home.

Shall I drive you to school tomorrow?

We can do some last-minute revisions?

No way. I'm keeping to my routine.

Red Bull and a Kit Kat on the bus.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

-[ Doorbell rings ] -HARRY: If you get this,

remember that light and shade is always a crowd pleaser.

Romeo called Juliet the sun and she calls him

whiter than fresh snow on a raven's back.

Harriet Wild, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Melissa Cavendish.

You're not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say will be taking in writing

and may be given in evidence.

Time starts now.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, you've decided not to have a solicitor present.

I did nothing wrong. You know this is a farce.

But it is in your best interest to cooperate.

As I said, the injuries to Melissa's head

are consistent with the ashtray we retrieved from her home.

Your fingerprints --

I told you I used it the night that I stayed there.

And traces of blood were found on it.

Harry, only your fingerprints are on the murder weapon.

And that's not all, is it?

You had an acrimonious relationship with Melissa.

You were the only one who didn't drink the water that night.

And you say you were home alone the evening she died.

Harry, is there anything you'd like to alter

about your statement?

No.

[ Clears throat ]

That's you, driving your car,

not two miles from the Cavendish home

at 5:45 the evening of the murder.

The second still is you driving your car back

at 12:30 AM the following morning.

Enough time to murder Melissa,

put her body in the well, and clean up.

I went for a drive.

For seven hours.

HARRY: This is crazy.

Why would I kill her?

And then why would I clean up and --

and leave my fingerprints on the murder weapon?

You know I didn't do this.

Then help me.

Tell me why you lied.

[ Sighs ]

RAY: Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Ray! Oh!

-[ Bell rings ] -INVIGILATOR: Time's up.

FERGUS: This is madness.

Why did you lie about being home that night?

-It's complicated. -Bloody hell, Harry.

Unless you were out killing someone else,

just tell them where you were.

If I said who I was with,

it would cause a lot of trouble, okay?

Look, Vicky knows I'm not a killer.

I'm not being funny, right, but you're speaking to

a working-class black kid here, okay?

You might have a lot of faith in the system, but I don't.

I mean, she brought you in here, didn't she?

Look, I know, I know the spot that I'm in

and I know what I have to do.

I have to solve it.

And how are you going to do that when you're banged up in here?

I'll figure it out.

Look, I just wanted you to know

that I can't help you with your exams anymore.

You shouldn't even be here. You should be studying.

Look, my next exam isn't until noon tomorrow.

You said you were going to go to the college, right?

What for?

I'll help until Charlie gets back.

Okay.

Cavendish said there were rumors at the college.

Well, professors won't talk to you,

but maybe you can talk to the support staff.

And how am I supposed to do that?

I mean...

I suppose Jordan let you in?

About time, Vicky.

I assume you're going to let me go now?

Actually, your stay in custody has been extended.

We're transferring you to the detention center.

What the hell?

You'll get a bail hearing tomorrow.

You need to sort a solicitor.

FERGUS: I'll fix it, Harry, okay?

I'll find out who did it.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Buzzer ]

Come on, up to the desk. Come on.

Take them.

Come on this way.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Always thought it'd be Cavendish

who'd get whacked by somebody's husband.

Dirty dog.

Do you know what he said to me last week?

That if I got my tits done, the dean would give me a promotion.

No wonder Carole's always off sick.

Probably exhausted from finding new ways

to avoid having to go into his secret little room with him.

Shit.

Harry.

-[ Tray slams ] -[ Gasps ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Groans ]

[ Bowl clatters ]

Have you lost your mind?

With respect, Sir, moving a charged suspect

to a detention center is standard procedure,

and there's plenty of evidence --

She's Charlie's mother.

But I'm doing things by the book for Charlie.

And you weren't here, so I...

And you think that Charlie's going to see it like that,

do you?

Sort out a house arrest warrant.

Now!

[ Buzzer ]

[ Door slams ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh!

[ Groans ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You're going home, but not alone.

Charlie, you probably won't get this but I...

I need you, darling.

I'm -- I'm sure I'm going to be fine,

but I love you.

And Lola.

And Orla.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

What bloody use were you?

[ Knock on door ]

Oh.

He said we were going to the cinema.

Well, this is a special edition

of "The Shawshank Redemption," darling.

I still can't believe it.

Were you alright?

Well, at least I didn't get shivved.

Your exams? I have not forgotten.

FERGUS: Forget about that.

Look, I've actually got to get her dinner, so...

You do realize you've only got

lobster and wine in your fridge, right?

Don't you have any, like, spaghetti hoops or something?

Uh...

So, you find out anything at the college?

FERGUS: Yeah, I did.

Check this out.

-That's in Cavendish's office? -Yep.

Oh, probably claims it's some place for him

to rest his head at the end of the day.

What are you two talking about?

Never you mind, Stinker.

Here, look, sit down and go and eat your stuff.

We're talking about some proper nasty

Harvey Weinstein shit here.

I mean, did you never have any suspicions about him?

You worked with the guy.

It was a different department.

He probably had some strategy to keep it quiet.

Maybe even got worse.

He might have just targeted secretaries or...

or newbies.

Well, it was risky of you to come here.

We could have talked on the phone.

Rubbish. I was coming anyway.

I know you didn't kill Melissa.

As for Cavendish...

I just thought you being new, he might have tried something.

I mean, did he ever mention his little room?

Hinted.

I told him where to go.

Christ, I had no idea.

You must have been so uncomfortable

that night at his house, the party?

I learned long ago how to deal with men like him.

I would have turned his balls into a key ring

if he'd done it to me.

But obviously he's been harassing others.

I hate that men still get away with shit like this.

If women would just stand up!

It can't be a woman's job to stop them, Lucy.

People like him are protected.

I mean, you saw the butler.

And the old guard at the college,

well, they're no better.

Did you notice how tense Beryl was

when she was around Cavendish?

Really?

Yes, Graham.

Actually in prison.

I can cross off doing bird from my bucket list.

Anyway, forget about that.

I need to know, did you ever hear anything,

any rumors about Cavendish being a predator?

I mean, is it common knowledge? Bollocks.

Is it common knowledge bollocks? What?

Just never mind.

Did you know about Cavendish?

GRAHAM: Of course I didn't know.

I mean, I'd heard the odd thing,

but I didn't think it was anything serious.

You know what it's like these days.

Smile at somebody and the woke brigade are all over you.

Myself and Beryl went through the mill when we were courting.

I had to fill in a rake of bloody HR forms.

HARRY: Is Beryl there, actually?

Well, she's around.

Oh, there you are.

The Guards arrested Harry.

What?

Oh, God.

That's awful.

No, it's alright, Beryl. I'm out now.

I just wanted to know, did you ever hear anything

about Cavendish's wicked ways?

It seems that quite a few of his secretaries

had run-ins with him in his little room.

[ Crying ]

What on earth was that about?

Graham, do you think...

Did Beryl ever mention Cavendish in that way?

Good God.

What are you talking about?

-You don't think... -I don't know.

[ Knock on door ]

I'm going to have to call you back.

Go, check on Beryl.

Ma?

Oh!

We were so worried about you.

You got my message?

Yeah, yours, Fergus's, Ray's.

Even the one where you said you loved Orla.

Are you okay, Harry?

I want the charges dropped right now.

We can't drop the charges because you say.

If she's not telling us where she was

when Melissa was killed, it's for good reason.

We need to find the actual killer.

Charlie, you can't investigate this.

She's your family.

And where were you?

-Why didn't you step in? -I was on a strategy day.

Look, Charlie, I know that she didn't do this.

And the --

[ Door slams ]

Right, look --

No, you look.

Okay, I know that the only reason

why you're bringing me along

is because Harry nagged you into it.

But the thing is, right,

I'm going to keep trying to help her,

with or without you.

And from what she says,

you shouldn't be investigating either.

She shouldn't have told you that, but fair point.

Alright.

Now, she suspects that Cavendish harassed that Beryl one.

But she has an alibi, like all the others.

Vicky's a good cop, but alibis can be faked.

That's what Harry says,

and she reckons there are more victims.

Right, tell me everything.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

CHARLIE: Jenny, isn't it?

I need to ask you some questions.

I can't. Please.

The night of the dinner party,

a witness saw you and Cavendish in an intimate situation.

What?

No! Whatever you think, it wasn't like that.

Then why don't you tell me what it was?

I can't.

It's not --

CHARLIE: Are you scared?

Did you snap, Jenny?

Did you think enough?

Except Cavendish wasn't here, only his wife?

I wasn't here that night.

And Melissa, she...

Look, my friend, she's getting blamed for this, okay?

And she didn't do it, okay?

So please help.

Look, this is my job.

If you want to know what Cavendish is like,

look into the Saturday Club.

Saturday Club? What's that?

What is going on here?

FERGUS: Just think I left my coat here the other day.

Mind if I have a quick look around?

Get back to work, Jenny.

You did not leave your coat here.

I would have found it.

Good day.

He's fun.

So Charlie is going to double check all the alibis

and he's going to see what he can find out

about the Saturday Club.

A Saturday Club?

[ Cellphone rings ]

Harry?

Listen, sorry, I-I need your help again.

Have you ever heard anything about the Saturday Club?

Is this something that Cavendish is into,

some sort of man club or something?

I don't know what clubs Cavendish is in.

I don't know him that well.

And I tell you, after speaking with Beryl after you called,

they better keep that bloody man in hospital,

or I'll put him back in there.

Ah, okay.

Can we speak to Beryl?

She just left.

She's gone to her women's group.

What women's group?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Told you Malky would know someone.

The gift that keeps on giving, your father.

Saturday night, it'll be a busy one for him.

6:00 till 8:00, how to kill predators.

8:00 till 9:00, choir practice.

Shh.

BERYL: I'm done discussing this.

Harry Wild is a good woman.

We need to go to the Guards.

SECRETARY: But then everything comes out.

I have said it from the start.

I'm glad we came together,

but I don't want my dirty linen aired in public.

And it's not just fear of losing our jobs

or people not believing us.

It's about people knowing.

I agree with you.

A-And I'm happy Melissa is dead

so at least she's not hanging over us anymore.

SECRETARY: I mean, what kind of an evil bitch

protects her husband like that?

But we can't be false alibis.

We know Lucy wasn't here.

Look, ladies, when she brought us all together,

she told us if we couldn't find the courage

to report the Cavendishes, then she'd do something.

But what if she did?

Lucy?

So Melissa blackmailed them into keeping quiet, right, but how?

Oh, it's easy, Fergus. You heard them.

They were probably already blaming themselves

for being assaulted.

That's how predators work.

Shame is their weapon.

What do you know about Lucy?

I mean, you helped hire her for your old job, right?

I mean, where does she come from?

Well, she had a good CV.

A couple of steady lecture posts.

There was only one blip.

She left her first college in the middle of a course,

but that's not uncommon.

Wait, she just dropped out?

Where was that?

Galway, about 12 years ago.

She knew that the sculpture in Cavendish's hall was new.

How, if that was her first time there?

Holy shit!

HARRY: What? What have you found?

Nothing about Lucy, but there is a story here

about a professor from Galway Uni

who was had up on a rape charge at around the same time.

Prosecution called the man a serial predator.

They reckon he'd targeted more than

just the student who accused him.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Is that meant to wash these down?

Lucy, this isn't the way.

LUCY: I'm sorry, Harry.

I won't let you take the blame.

[ Sighs ]

What choice do I have?

Can't go to prison.

Cavendish hurt so many of us, you know.

When I found that out, I thought he can't get away with it.

He can't deny all of us.

I brought us all together.

Thought we could plan how to bring him down.

But they were terrified.

They saw it more as a support group.

Did this happen to you before?

You know about that?

It was a lecturer.

I wasn't the only one.

There was one girl, she was brave enough

to take it to the Guards.

His defense team claimed she was drunk and consented

and he got away with it.

My mum sat on my bed every night just to make sure

I didn't slit my wrists as she slept.

You were very brave.

I can't imagine what it took for you to --

to try to confront Cavendish.

Look at where it got me.

Stand up to the bullies, they say.

They'll back down.

But Melissa didn't.

She started ranting about how she was sick of it,

how she wouldn't be tainted by rumors.

It was like she was at the end of her tether

and I was the touch paper.

She got so angry, I thought she was going to kill me.

-I grabbed what I could. -The ashtray.

I was just defending myself, but she collapsed on the spot.

I panicked.

But then I thought I can cover this up.

Send an e-mail from her computer,

make it look like she left.

Why on earth did you drink the water?

I didn't know it was for the house.

I thought they got their water from the mains,

like normal people.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Charlie.

CHARLIE: Mum, I think I have something.

The alibis for Beryl Lane and Lucy D'arcy

are the same, and they both mention a club.

I'm on my way to interview Lucy now.

Charlie...

Okay.

[ Crying ]

[ Somber music plays ]

She still killed her, Harry.

Look at how she was provoked.

No.

I won't be responsible for helping send her to jail.

Trust me. She'd be dead in 24 hours,

by her own hand or somebody else's.

[ Somber music plays ]

Lawrence Cavendish, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of multiple counts of sexual assault.

You are not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

I'm not even going to ask.

Probably best.

Harry, I need you to know that I was ready to confess.

I know full well what you did for me.

What can I do to make it up?

You can pour me a glass of champagne...

on your way out.

But I --

Fergus and his sister are coming over.

He's been working his ass off to help me

while sitting his Junior Cert.

Ah, he's a good kid.

Yeah.

So, am I forgiven?

I'll think about it.

[ Theme music plays ]