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[camera whirs]

[upbeat music playing]

[children laughing]

[all cheering]

I want you to keep it clean.

No kicking, no biting
and absolutely no bad language.

Are we understood?

On your marks.

Get set.

Go!

[indistinct conversations]

Christ on a bike. It's like
Friday night in the cells.

They're kids, Geordie.

I see one. I see an egg.

For the most part anyway.

Look at all this.

Isn't it wonderful?

It is wonderful.

-You did this, Alphy.
-With an awful lot of help.

Modest to a fault.

[Geordie] Aye, aye.

-Isn't that the girl?
-What girl?

Oh, don't look.
I said, don't look.

Ah, she's waving.

-It didn't work out then?
-We didn't have much in common.

-Shame. Good, sturdy hips.
-Make nice babies.

It was one drink.

Mmm-hmm.

And I was nothing
but gentlemanly.

-I've got a nickname for him.
-[Leonard] Oh, tell us.

Please don't tell them.

The good Reverend Love 'Em
and Leave 'Em.

[Leonard] Very good. I like it.

I'm not that bad.

-Rosa, from the Eagle.
-Okay, so there was Rosa.

Lilian from the station.

We went to the cinema, once.

There was the redhead.

Okay, but that was just
a brief...

Fling?

-Dalliance.
-Mistake.

I'm not that bad, okay?

Morning, Reverend.

Oh, morning. How are we?

Morning.

[all] Morning.

-[children laughing]
-[jaunty music playing]

-Mmm-hmm.
-Argh.

The end is nigh.

The end is nigh.

It's a high-jacking.
That's what this is.

Easter has been hijacked
by the devil incarnate.

Morning, Reg. How are we?

How are we? Doomed
to hellfire for all eternity,

that's how we are.

No donkey ride for you then?

You know what Easter was
when I was a child?

You were there when they rolled
the stone away, weren't you?

Wake up, pray. Church, pray.
Home...

Pray?

None of this fiddle-faddle.

[Alphy] They're just
having fun, Reg.

What's the sacrifice
of our good Lord and saviour,

Jesus Christ, got to do
with fun?

What's it got to do with bonnets
and eggs and bunnies?

This country has gone
to the dogs.

-You know why?
-Is it the bunnies?

We don't know
who we are any more.

It used to be we were
God-fearing, rule-abiding.

Dignified. Hmm.

[children screaming]

Children would be seen,
not heard,

not flouncing around
screaming blue murder.

But look, they're here, Reg.
They're coming to church.

That's got to be a good thing,
hasn't it?

So you'll be telling them
all about Jesus, will you?

Of course.

The nails in the hands,
the suffering?

Maybe not so much emphasis
on the suffering.

Reg, why don't you come
to the service?

I'd love you to be there.

Until Easter is celebrated
in the solemnity it deserves,

I will not step foot inside
that church.

Milk, two sugars?

And a biscuit,
if you can stretch to it.

Hey, I can do better than that.

Fiddle-faddle.

There he is, my big silly bunny.

[Reg] You know my misgivings
about this, Mavis.

Oh, keep it on, Reg.

He looks ever so sweet.
Doesn't he look sweet?

Very sweet.

I hope he hasn't been
bending your ear, Vicar.

Not at all. Enjoy yourselves.

Oh, come here.

[Reg] He's a very good listener,
you know,

[Alphy] Yeah.

Yeah. Okay, let's go.

[upbeat music playing]

[cheering and laughing]

Hey, hey, hey.

[Jack] Come on, Alphy,
you're going to be last.

Yeah, all right, Jack.

[church bell tolls]

Welcome to our inaugural
Easter family service.

The first of many, I hope.

When the disciples went
to the tomb

early that
Easter Sunday morning,

they expected to mourn
for their friend.

But he was gone.

And the Angels told them,
"Jesus is risen.

"He loved us so much
that he lived and died for us."

Is there any greater love
than that?

I am so blessed

to be able to share
that love with you,

-Shh.
-[Alphy] in our beautiful church

Didn't say anything.

But you was going to.

Shh.

To be able to share
my first year in Grantchester

with so many wonderful people.

Know that I am always here
to serve,

to advise and to listen.

I am in the midst
of an existential crisis.

Okay, any idea
what set that off?

The hat.

-A computer has stolen my job.
-A what?

Do you know how many days
I spent on this hat? Five.

Do you know how many days
she spent on that hat?

Five?

It's the size of the staff room.

-The hat?
-The computer.

Used to be I was trusted
with the payroll.

Now the computer does it.

I loved doing the payroll.

She hated doing the payroll.

I said to her,
"Cath, times change."

Did she listen to me?

I have been replaced
by a machine.

Of course she didn't.

Daniel is about to make
the biggest mistake of his life.

-I'm just so...
-Completely over the moon.

I've done it, Alphy, I've
arranged to meet my parents.

The parents who shunned him.

Mark my words,
families never bring happiness.

I'm so happy.
I can't tell you how happy I am.

-I am...
-Bored...

I am bored with myself, Alphy.

I am a boring person.

Am I boring?

-Lovely service.
-Thank you.

You are many things,

but you're not boring.

-Thank you, Vicar.
-Give my regards to Reg.

Will do.

No one listens to me any more.

Not Cathy, not Larry.
Certainly not the kids.

Not even you, apparently.

-Thank you for coming.
-Wouldn't miss it for the world.

-Don't start.
-I'm all for it.

-Hi.
-Fling away.

Fling away,
till you're all flung out.

If that's what you want,
of course.

[indistinct conversation]

Is that what you want?

[loud gunshot]

[dramatic music playing]

Everyone, stay back!

Stay back!

[dramatic music playing]

[Mavis gasps]

Reg. It's my Reggie.

[Mavis sobs]

[Geordie] Just like that fella
of yours.

[Alphy] What fella?

Jesus.

I'd say there's zero chance
Reg is rising again.

Did he seem depressed to you?
Suicidal?

Short-tempered, maybe, but...
Depressed?

Then again, he does have a sign
saying "The end is nigh," so...

It doesn't imply he was full
of the joys of spring.

No.

They only got engaged
a few months back.

It's quite a cheery thing to do.

-Nice girl?
-Very.

But?

I...

He was such a gloomy man
and she's a...

Bit of a floozy.

Geordie, you can't say that.

Well, what do you know?
I just did.

Aye, aye.

[mysterious music playing]

Bullet casing.

Well, that's to be expected,
isn't it?

For a suicide, one is.

Two, on the other hand...

[Mavis sobs]

[blow nose]

Keep it, please.

[giggling]

Oh, sorry, we were just, erm...

The table has been a bit wobbly.

Yes. Much better now, though.

Thank you, Detective.

You stay where I can see you.

Now, please take a seat
at our newly fixed table.

I don't think they were
fixing the table.

Now...

About your fella Reg.

-He was my fiance.
-Your fiance?

-That's French.
-I know.

And I loved him very much.

He was a wonderful man.

He was dismal as sin.

See a rainbow,
he'd notice the clouds.

But for all that, I adored him.

-We were just so...
-Kindred spirits.

Was he always unhappy?

Always.

So him taking his own life...

I worried it might happen
one day.

But so soon before
the wedding...

How did he propose out
of interest. Down on one knee?

[Mavis] Oh, no,
his knees weren't up to much.

The thing is, Mavis, we're not
entirely sure it is suicide.

What else could it be?

No. No one would want
to hurt Reg.

No.

You were having a rather
animated conversation with him,

-before the service.
-He was in one of his moods.

So I said to him, "Reg,
go to the doctor's,

"talk to someone,
get some help."

-Did he listen?
-No.

[Larry] So the proposal,
was it a grand gesture or...

Sorry, carry on.

[sobbing]

-[phones ringing]
-[mumbling softly]

My office.

Should I bring my notepad? No?

I think we need to have
a little chat, don't you?

About what?

Just admit it before
he explodes.

I thought we were being
quite discreet.

Quite discreet?

Everyone knows,
even the criminals.

[Geordie] Seeing as...

I can't believe I'm uttering
these words.

You can't control yourselves
around each other.

We can control ourselves,
can't we?

Have a little respect.

For yourselves.

-For me.
-For the criminals.

Yes, boss.

Understood.

Background on Reg.
Quick smart, please.

Reginald James Wait.

Date of birth,
twenty-third of the third, 1901.

Made a name for himself
in Bakelite.

He's loaded, apparently,

Next of kin, his sister,
is a Miss Eliza Wait

of Trumpington.

And I made you a cup of tea,
milk, no sugar.

Bring her in then, the sister.

[Larry] She's in reception.

We were about to tell you

before you started with all
the crossness.

The table really was
on the wonk.

Out!

That's him.

It's your brother,
Reginald Wait.

I was afraid he'd do this.

Was he always downbeat?

Mum called them his dark moods.

He was a war hero.

Did you know that?

Reg was?

Won the military cross
for bravery.

Reg did?

Bravest man I ever met.

Then he just disappeared.

Why didn't you just come to me,
Reggie?

Poor dear Reggie.

Right.

Shall we make the arrangements?

-Arrangements?
-The paperwork and whatnot.

Paperwork?

For the funeral.

I always think it's best
to be prompt with these things.

The police will have to conclude
their investigation first.

That'll take what?
A couple of days?

It'll take as long as it takes,
Miss Wait.

At least he's with Mum
and Dad now.

And Arthur...

Arthur was our golden retriever.

Poor dear Reggie.

[Geordie] Poor dear Reggie,
my arse.

She'd put him out
with the bins if she could.

Well, grief presents itself
in odd ways.

Nah, she was fishy.

[Alphy] Very nice.

Mmm.
Reg has done well for himself.

Everyone keeps saying
he was depressed.

Maybe he did just kill himself.

-Maybe.
-[policeman] Sir.

Maybe it's just that simple.

Maybe.

You're not buying it, are you?

Not for a second.

Well, Mavis was on to a winner
with this fella.

[Alphy] Geordie...

[upbeat music playing]

He watched the birds.

Of course he did.

He'd written a reminder
to buy birdseed.

That doesn't fit with a man

set on taking his own life,
does it?

What is that,
his military cross?

No, just regular service medals.

Well, if you won
a military cross...

It would be up there,
pride of place.

Something doesn't add up
about any of this, does it?

Nope.

-Fishy?
-It's fishy.

[Jack] Isn't it marvellous?

Would've preferred a new settee.

Our happiest memories, preserved
for all eternity on celluloid.

That's what the brain does,
isn't it? Preserve memories?

For free, too.

Alphy!

[Jack] Where's that cable?

Yeah, still looking, Jack.

He wants me to fire 'em.

Who does?

Mr. Draper.

He wants me to fire my girls.

Says they're redundant
now we have the computer.

I'm ready to resign.

Do you think I should resign?

Well, what does Geordie think?

He might have
an informed opinion.

[laughs dryly]

Oh, you were serious.

[Alphy] Just ask him, Cathy.

Or you could.

Save a few hours bickering.

[David] These aren't as good
as Mum's sandwiches, at all.

-Ooh, Alphy.
-Leonard.

I was hoping you might be able
to have a word with Daniel.

Ah, why don't you have
a word with him?

I just think it might be
better coming from you.

And why is that?

Because then
I don't have to say it.

Leonard, er...

-[phone rings]
-One second.

Vicarage.

Yeah. Geordie!

Larry?

Larry, put Miss Scott down.
What you got for me?

Daniel's had so much turmoil
in his life,

I just... I have a feeling this
might tip him over the edge.

Just a sec. I can't hear a word.

Leonard, he's a grown man.

He's capable of making
his own decisions.

[Geordie] I can hear you now.
Go ahead, Larry.

Jack, here we go.

Ah, perfect.

[Jack] What are we looking for?

Reg, Mavis. Anything untoward.

Like you not giving my hat
first prize.

[projector whirs]

Well, there's Reg,
looking alive and well.

[inaudible]

[Mrs Chapman]
Is that what I look like?

When did I get so many chins?

[Alphy] And there he is
with Mavis.

I'd keep my eye on that one
if I were you.

She's a minx.

Hey, she loved Reg, Mrs C.

She loves a lot of men
if you gather my meaning.

How can we when you're just
so incredibly subtle?

I knew him a little
from the Rotary Club.

He was lonely, poor chap.

He was also rich, Jack,
and she's a goer.

Always down The Cow
and Calf. In the back room.

-Playing billiards.
-The absolute floozy.

Postmortem, single shot.

Bullet lodged
in Reg's temporal lobe.

No temporal lobe talk
when there's food on the table.

So where's the other bullet?

-Good question, Leonard.
-I thought so too.

Hey, what's she doing?

There, see?

She's hiding something.

[melancholy music playing]

She was around about here.

[suspenseful music playing]

Why is she hiding
a pocket knife?

[Alphy] Geordie...

Maybe he fired a warning shot.

Mmm...

If you're gonna kill yourself,

why fire a warning shot?

[man] Go on. Go on.

[Mavis laughs]

Come on, hand it over, fellas.

There you go.

Don't know about you
but I reckon that's the most fun

you can have with
your knickers on.

You should know, Mavis.

[man] Mmm.

Ah. Grief's taken its toll
I see.

I'm devastated about Reg.

Yeah, we got that.

What's the alternative?

Curl up in a ball, give up?

Two shots were fired, Mavis.

I never heard two shots.

Did you hear two shots?

She does have a point.

Why'd you hide this?

I was...

I was worried he'd do himself a
mischief, so I took it off him.

S.J.

Who's S.J.?

I have no idea.

You loved Reg?

Yes.

The end is nigh Reg?

We'd snuggle up, drink tea.

-It wasn't sex and glamour.
-I'd say.

But I've never felt more myself.

I've never had
that feeling before.

He doesn't believe me.

-I believe you.
-Really?

Really?

I've done nothing wrong.

Well, apart from cavorting
with that spivvy fellow

-at the billiards.
-Reg was the love of my life.

I never thought I deserved that.

I never thought I'd be
lucky enough to have it.

But he's gone.

He's gone.

And I haven't got the luxury
of hanging around.

You really believe her?

Yeah, why not?

She is no more the settling
down type than you are.

Well, people aren't types,
Geordie.

They have emotions
and feelings and...

All right.

-Nothing happened.
-We're off the clock.

All right.

Reg's service record.

Thank you.

Reginald Wait.

Second Battalion,
Cambridgeshire Regiment.

Military Cross?

Military Cross.

Carried three injured men
away from enemy fire.

-Reg did?
-Says it right here.

Birdwatching Reg?

-Tea drinking, devout Reg.
-The gung-ho war hero.

Nothing is right about this.

Nothing's right about any of it.

Larry! Task for you.

Got somewhere to be.
Sorry, boss.

Miss Scott?

Off to the pictures
with my beau.

That's me. I'm her beau.

Those two are really starting
to get on my nerves.

How about you?

Fancy a task or...
you got a date tonight?

[mellow music playing]

Erm, hello?

Hushed tones, please.

Sorry.

[mellow music continues]

Sorry.

You apologise an awful lot.

I was just wondering
if you could...

Nope.

No?

[Meg] You're in the wrong place.

I don't think so.

-The meeting is next door.
-I'm not here for the meeting.

Oh.

What are you here for?

Er, it's police business.

I'm looking for any references
to a Reginald Wait,

war almanacs, newspapers.

Here's your haystack.
Good luck finding that needle.

What was the meeting?

The meeting you thought
I was going to?

Lonely Hearts Club.

You thought I looked like
a lonely heart?

Well, you have a vaguely lonely
quality about you.

-Well, that's depressing.
-Also, I assumed that

you weren't here to borrow
the latest pot boiler.

Why not?

You don't look the bookish type.

I'm bookish.

-I love books.
-You love books?

Test me.

-On books? On all of literature?
-Mmm.

Yep.

Have you read War and Peace?

-Yes.
-Liar.

I've read it.

-I didn't say I enjoyed it.
-The Bible?

Come on, hundreds of times. You?

Too much begetting and begatting
for my liking.

Shame. The begetting's
the best bit.

I'm Alphy, by the way.

And I am leaving you to it,
Reverend.

"I love books."

[groans]

[Leonard] Okay.

Let's just get down
to brass tacks.

Reference to hardware.
Sounds serious.

No, it's not serious.
Well, it is a bit serious.

Let me guess. My parents.

If you know something's going
to end in disaster...

Which we don't.

What if they reject you again?

Then I'll be sad for a while.

And after that, I'll be fine.

It's very sweet of you,
but it's my worry, not yours.

It is a little bit my worry,
isn't it?

Because whatever happens to you,
it, by proxy, happens to me.

I love you.

But it's not your concern,
Leonard.

-Not my concern?
-[telephone ringing]

[Daniel] Tea?

Lovely, thank you.

Of course it's my bloody worry.
What?

-[man] Leonard Finch.
-Yes, speaking.

This is Harold Jones,
I'm a solicitor.

It's with regard to your father.

Oh, Lord, what's he done now?

I'm afraid he's passed away,
Mr Finch.

Oh.

Oh.

It was a stroke.

Over very quickly.

Right.

So I'll be needing to make
funeral arrangements.

The funeral was last week.

Really?

Why wasn't I informed?

Your father made it clear
he didn't want you there.

We have a few of his effects.

We've sent them on to you.

Mr Finch?

-Sorry.
-You really need

to stop apologising.

I couldn't have
your phone number, could I?

No.

Hmm, okay.

That's fair enough.

Do you want to know why?

[chuckles] You don't have
to explain.

Because you'll take my number
and I'll become this annoying,

mooning schoolgirl
who sits around

just waiting for you to call.

And you never will call.

And then I'll be terribly sad.

[chuckles] Well, how about
I promise to call?

What if you get run over
or something?

-That's not going to happen.
-It might happen.

And then I'll become
a bitter old spinster

all because you never called.

-That would be a shame.
-It would.

-So, no phone number then?
-No.

Stay out of trouble.

You didn't, did you?

In a library.

You sly old dog.

Reginald Wait,
winner of the Military Cross.

Only that's not Reg.

It's Martin Guerre.

-Who?
-It's a true story

from the 16th century.

Martin goes to war, returns,
settles back down with his wife.

Only it's not the same man.
He look familiar to you?

[exhales]

[Geordie]
Well, Christ on a bike.

-Oh!
-[chuckling]

[exhales]

How about a game, Reg?

We know you'd like this matter
promptly settled, Miss Wait.

-It's always best to be prompt.
-Couldn't agree more.

If you could just do us
one more favour.

Of course.

We're hoping you could identify
your brother.

I already did that, didn't I?

She did already do that,
Geordie.

Took a terrible toll as it
happened, seeing him like that.

Well, brace yourself.
[clears throat]

Hello, Ellie.

You bugger!

You absolute bugger! Reg!

[grunts]

I'd say that's a positive ID.

Positive might be stretching it.

That's enough, Miss Wait.

[sniffing]

[liquid sloshing]

We grew up strict.
Wasn't a life, it was a prison.

You remember how it was, Ellie.

Remember? I was still living it
while you were off gallivanting.

I went away to war.

-I saw the world.
-Drank your way around it,

-more like.
-I got a taste for life.

I couldn't go back.

Left the army with just the suit
they gave me.

Your demob suit.

-Thought I recognised it.
-Kept yours, did you?

They don't make them
like that any more.

So you met this man
and swapped identities?

Wasn't really that thought
through.

What was his name?

[Geordie] Were his initials S.J.

by any chance?

Silas.

Silas Jennings.
He wasn't happy with his lot.

I wasn't happy with mine.

So he became Reg,
and I became Silas.

And you left us all behind.

After a while,
you forget the life you had,

and you become someone else.

I wouldn't believe a word
that comes out of his mouth

if I were you.

You told us a dead stranger
was your brother.

I just took advantage
of a situation

that presented itself.

A dead man on a slab?

[Eliza] Mum died recently.

The will was all tied up
waiting for Reggie to come back.

So you pronounce him dead
and inherit the family fortune?

I deserve that money.

I wouldn't believe a word
that comes out of her mouth.

Just help me out here, Reg.

You say you had nothing to do
with this man's death?

Correct.

[Geordie] A dead man
with your name,

whose fiance we saw
you cavorting with,

who your sister identified
as you,

and you had nothing
to do with it?

-Happenstance.
-That's a hell of a lot

of happenstance.

Seems to me that's all
you've got.

Go on then, arrest me.
Arrest both of us.

Take us to court.

All you've got is a handful
of happenstance,

and they'll let us go on
reasonable doubt.

You know it, and I know it.

Gentlemen.

Eliza, you fusty old cow.

-Rot in hell, Reg.
-[Reg laughs]

[Geordie] They could be
in on it together.

They hate each other's guts.

Mavis, on the other hand.

Mavis was in the churchyard
when the gun went off.

She's a nice woman.

Single and all,
if you're so inclined.

-I wish you wouldn't do that.
-Do what?

Make out like I'm some
kind of Lothario.

Oh, Alphy.

I think you're a handsome
young man with an enviable

head of hair who's having fun,
as long as it makes you happy.

-I want to find someone.
-Of course you do.

Like you found Cathy.

Thing is, Alphy,
all the good stuff,

all the meaningful stuff,
that doesn't happen unless

you stick around.

Love 'em, but don't leave 'em.

You said it, not me.

Okay, here we go.

I know how strongly you feel,
but my parents

are getting on now,

and I... I don't want to miss
this chance to be able to...

Go.

-You should go.
-I have more.

-I have a whole speech.
-No speech necessary.

What changed your mind?

Just a little perspective.

And a very large glass
of whisky.

No, really, what...
what's happened?

You deserve happiness.

And your parents deserve
forgiveness.

So...

My number.

I figure this way I do all
the schoolgirl moonings.

-You don't have to.
-What if I never call?

What have I got to lose?

-I don't know, your dignity?
-Ah, dignity's overrated.

So I'll be at home,
watching the phone,

heart in my mouth.

I'm Margaret, by the way.

Are you a Maggie?

-A Meg?
-A Margaret.

Until I'm sure
I really like you.

There he is, my big silly bunny.

[church bell ringing]

Is that what my face looks like?

You have a perfectly good face.

-Geordie.
-Miss Scott.

I'm so sorry about all
the canoodling recently.

It's not the canoodling
that bothers me.

You're better than most
of the fellas out there.

-Just...
-Show a little respect?

Some common courtesy
wouldn't go amiss.

Won't happen again, sir.

The last will and testament
of Reginald Wait,

formerly known as
Silas Jennings.

-Who's the lucky winner?
-Last page.

Congratulations, Mavis.

[Miss Scott] She gets the house,
the business.

[Geordie] And the rest.

Silas made a real name
for himself.

Meanwhile, Reg has nothing
to show for his life

but that tatty old suit.

Oi, less of the tatty or...

The suit.

The demob suit.

Mavis knew who Silas
was all along.

She really loved Silas.
She knew him better than anyone.

Reg was there.

Real Reg, I mean.

It wasn't Martin Guerre.

It was A Tale of Two Cities.

The wrong man died.

You were there when Silas died,
weren't you, Reg?

Who says?

A little bunny told him.

[sighs]

We used to sit here for hours,
just the two of us.

-Your silly bunny.
-[sighs]

Silly was his nickname,
short for Silas.

[sobs]

You never meant to kill him,
did you?

No.

-[bird chirping]
-Lsten to that.

I've never known peace like it.

You were the only ones who knew.

That Silas wasn't who he said
he was.

He made a fortune.

All that money

-made him an appealing target.
-That was my money.

Made it off the back of my name.

That ate you up, didn't it?

He took your name and made
something of himself.

You could never have done
what he did.

He moved up in the world,
and you're still scrabbling

for pennies in your demob suit.

[Alphy] So you set up
a honey trap.

Mavis would make
a play for Silas.

[Geordie] And it worked.

He fell for you.

He put you in the will.

You were set to inherit
everything.

All you needed was for him
to die.

Then you got to know him.

He was sweet to me.

[Alphy] You fell in love.

But Reg here wouldn't stop.

[Geordie] He was determined
to go ahead with the plan.

Don't hurt him. Please.

Just stop.

[Geordie] You decided

you weren't going
to stand for it.

You were going
to kill Reg instead.

You stupid cow.

[children laughing]

[church bell ringing]

[Alphy] The church bells rang,
and you took your moment.

That's why no one heard
the shot.

[gasps]

[sobs]

[Alphy] But you shot
the wrong man.

[sobs]

Well done, girl.

Mavis, you get yourself
to church, all right?

I'll sort this out.
It'll be fine.

Well, Mavis,
I'll have that more.

Go. Hide it.

[Geordie] And so Reg did
sort it.

Gave you an alibi.

[gunshot]

[all gasping]

When all along that bullet
was meant for you, Reg.

You think he could love
a worthless tart like you?

[Alphy] But he did love her.

That's the tragedy.

They could have been happy.

Some people aren't meant
to be happy, I guess.

It's just the way it is.

She's never going to call,
is she?

Just you and me, boy.

[whines]

-Come on.
-[barks]

[projector whirring]

[melancholic piano music
playing]

[inaudible]

[theme music playing]