All language subtitles for Sister Boniface Mysteries S04E05 Let The Games Begin

Something you look through!

Something that flashes!

Oh, I'm so sorry, folks,

but you haven't remembered

all the items
on the Prize Escalator,

so you won't be leaving here
with the big cash prize.

Aww.

However, I would never let you

go home empty-handed.

Angela!

Alright, let's see which
fabulous place we're off to

for next week's show--

the last show of the series!

Well, there we have it!

So, we'll see you next time
where, once again--

We'll let the games begin!

And... cut.

Oh!

Thank you so much for playing,
you two!

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Freddie?

I thought we said
I could close the show?

Oh, yeah, sorry, sweetheart.

Just completely forgot!

Oi.

You know this show's given me
a fear of escalators?

Just do stairs and lifts now.

- Oi!
- Yeah?

-Is my taxi here?
- Yeah, I think it's outside.

Yeah, then go fetch my things!

I thought you were my PA.

Yeah...

Well?

I've spoken to them...

and they said yes.

Yes! You won't regret this!

Right.

I've gotta run.

But I will see you
next week in...

Erm... Great Slaughter.

Wherever that is.

- Freddie.
- Hm?

Just keep this to yourself
for now.

- Okay?
- Course!

Though I would
not want to be you

when they all discover
they're out of a job.

Sister Boniface:
It's quite simple.

So, the show pairs six people

to partake in a series
of frivolous tasks.

The remaining two
then have to remember

several items on an escalator

in order to win them all,
plus a cash prize.

And people actually watch this?

Why did CC Lowsley
ask to meet here?

- Good question...
-Oh! Watch out!

Sorry! I'm still getting
the hang of this!

Are you auditioning?

I'd rather not humiliate myself
on national television.

Oh. Well, I'd be careful then.

Wouldn't want you
to fall off your high horse.

Great question, Norm.

I mean, look, the thing is,
I'm a natural born entertainer.

You know, during the war,
in the Rifle Brigade,

I was the one keeping
everyone's spirits up!

And then, after that,
toured the theatres,

won "Opportunity Calls,"
and erm...

here I am.

And Angela!

You've been a part of the show
almost a year.

Mm, replaced Jodie.

And those were big shoes
to fill.

So, what's it like
being the glamorous assistant?

Great! Though, hopefully,
I won't be that forever.

Keeps threatening
to jump channels!

-You're here!
- Yes, sir.

Why, exactly?

All will be revealed, Gillespie!

The Great Slaughter Police
Retired Dogs Trust.

- Is that Rexy?
- Certainly is.

The finest
to ever serve this constabulary.

So, what's this
got to do with us meeting here?

Well...

Actually, it's time for
the Trust's annual fundraiser.

I mean, the place is
in dire need of new kennels.

And whilst organising this
is typically,

well, my responsibility,

other commitments--
my dramatics, my, erm...

embroidery classes,
have somehow got in the way.

So, we have just two days
to find the funds.

No, sir. I'm sorry, but I can't.

A share of that cash prize
will more than suffice.

And given that filming
is tonight and tomorrow...

we'll have precisely
what we need

just in the nick of time.

It is for a good cause...

That's the spirit,
Button!

Now, come along, all of ye!

Get stuck in!

You too, sister!

Is Peggy auditioning?

It would appear so.

I was thinking...

maybe I could introduce
the first challenge,

you know, mix things up a bit?

If it's the marching band,
you got to use the old

"They're blowing
their own trumpets" gag.

- It's good.
- Yeah.

Well, it's fine by me.

Just check with Freddie.

Check what?

I was saying...

I could introduce
the first challenge?

It's a little bit last-minute
for that, love.

Tell you what you can do--

get rid of that lippy.

Doesn't suit you.

- Headshots to sign?
- Dump 'em in my dressing room.

- D'you want me--
- And fetch us a cup of tea.

Okay.

Have you told everyone?

This is still happening?

Yes, yes.

Just need to find
the right time, that's all.

Hm.

But Sir, why was I chosen?

Well, you clearly impressed,
old boy.

As for the others...

Where's Peggy?

Let's just say
that her plate spinning

left a lot to be desired.

Oh, thank you so much.

This will be our tasks.

Ooh! Along with our pairings.

What?!

You've got to be kidding me.

Hello, Nigel.

And I'm with, erm...

- Vera.
- Yes.

Look sharp, Hector.

I've got my eye
on that electric tea maker.

And who is Denise?

Fancy seeing you here.

So, Dottie, dear.

If you were to win
the big cash prize,

what would you spend it on?

I'd renovate my café,
The Bumbly Bee.

Ooh, fantastic.

New lick of paint sort of thing?

Oh, no!

I want to turn it
into an actual bee.

Yellow and black stripes
on the walls,

and wings on either side.

Hm! Okay.

I'd buy the limited edition
Professor Y Zybok action figure.

Only 500 ever made.

Hm!

Yeah, are you single
by any chance, Norm?

Now, it says here that you
would like to be an actress.

Mm! You'd use the money
for drama school, or...

Erm, yes,
and give some to my sister.

She's just had a baby.

Aww! Aren't you sweet?

Here, how do you feel about
being paired up with Felix?

Fine.

Just surprised he's doing
something so "humiliating."

Ah, we have a comedienne
as well as an actress...

We can't all
take ourselves so seriously.

Okay!

Now that
we've met our contestants,

let's bring on
our first challenge.

And cut.

Dress the set.

Actually, hold up there.

I'm sorry,
just before we do that,

I have a quick announcement.

Come and gather in, everyone.

Er, that is that...

"Let The Games Begin!"
is heading to America.

And er... yeah.

So, whilst yours truly will be
heading over there to host it,

it does mean
this is the end of the UK show.

So...

Yeah, you might want to start
thinking about the future.

So!

Now that Ange and I have shown
our contestants how it's done...

let the games begin.

Now, Brian here
has been doing the judging.

And with five points...

it's Hector and Vera!

Coming in a close second
with four points,

it's Norman and Dottie
alongside Felix and Denise.

So, whilst no one
goes home this time,

everything changes
in the next task.

Cut. Pick the rest up tomorrow.

Denise?

Perhaps we got off
on the wrong foot.

And since
we're partnered together...

So, what made you
want to take part?

We're trying to raise money
for a dog charity.

I'll see you
in the morning, then...

cowboy.

Ange?

About Freddie's announcement...

Don't.

I'm not a cleaner, Freddie.

No, but last time I checked,
you still work for me.

- So, sort it.
- Alright.

- This is coffee.
- Yeah.

You know what this does to me!

Makes him even more
of an insufferable sod?

Everyone set?

Okay, in three, two...

Yee-haaaw!

Now, coming up
in our next challenge,

one of the pairs will
ride the bull holding a basket

whilst the other tosses
a beanbag for them to catch.

Judging will be Bucking Bronco
Champion Brad Hunter!

But as always,
Ange and I will be up first

to show you how its done.

Ow!

Actually, you, erm...

You know what, Brad?

You're the expert.
You can show us.

Alright.
Saddle up then, partner.

Up you go!

Alright, let's get this rootin',
tootin' show on the road!

It won't stop!

Cut. Cut!

Well, I mean, clearly,
this is a tragic accident.

What is it?

This wire.

Deliberately exposed
in the motor

and attached to the underside
of the saddle horn,

effectively making the bull live

the moment
that the wires touched.

And this leather.

Torn to ensure direct contact
with the current.

Meaning that this
wasn't an accident.

Judging by these indentations,

the sabotage was conducted
using a tool of some sort.

What is that?

Samurai sword letter opener.

A somewhat niche item.

Whose condition suggests
it was not used by our culprit.

Bingo!

One prize tool-kit
minus a screwdriver.

I don't understand--
why would anyone want to murder

a bucking bronco champion?

Actually...
he wasn't supposed to be

the person that was riding it.

I mean, why would anyone
want to kill me?

Aside from those you've just
told were unemployed,

is there anyone in particular

you think might be behind this?

Er... no one springs to mind.

Right, well,
you'll have to halt filming.

But this is our last show
in the UK.

Gillespie.

I mean, surely, you can conduct
your enquiries around the games.

Think about Rexy.

Fine, but our investigation
comes first.

Yes.

I will need protecting!

At your service, sir.

Although, obviously,

I will have to fit that in
around the tasks.

Given the busy set,

our culprit couldn't have
sabotaged the bull unnoticed.

Meaning it had
to have taken place

with hardly anyone around.

We're speaking to those
that stayed late last night

or arrived early this morning.

I'm always in early.
This is my show.

Course I was here late.

It takes forever
to get out of these outfits.

I stayed behind last night
to talk to the director Giles

about breaking
into the industry.

Not that I got the chance.

I work late most nights.

Freddie can be... demanding.

He's been the same
since his variety days.

I knew I recognised you.
"Archie and Malcolm."

- Yeah.
- What's this?

Oh, I used to be
in a double act.

We toured a variety show
with Freddie.

Sister Boniface:
They were most amusing.

And you were also
on "Opportunity Calls"?

- Mm! Yeah, again, with Freddie.
- Did you win?

No, Archie's nerves
got the better of him.

So, now, I do this.

Sorry! So sorry.
Oh, awful habit.

Mine, not yours!
You've got... this is very nice.

It's really--
it frames your face.

Given that
you're Freddie's assistant,

have you noticed anything
unusual over the last day or so?

Erm... now you mention it,

there was that really big mess
in his dressing room

that he asked me to clean up.

What mess?

Why didn't you say
someone had been in here?

Given the state of this room,

it looks like they were
searching for something.

It was just probably
a member of the crew.

You know what they're like,
just rummaging around.

So, you weren't aware
of anyone else?

No, just me and Malcolm.

Hmm. A champagne cork.

Which appears to have
some sort of powder on it.

Yes, well, I treated myself
to some Champers last night.

You drank a whole bottle
to yourself?

I was celebrating.
Right, I'm needed on set.

I think Freddie knows
precisely who was in here

and the reason why.

Then, why not tell us?

Well, obviously,
to keep us in the dark.

Makes me wonder
what else he's hiding.

Sister, look.

This drawer's been forced open.

Perhaps they took
what they were looking for?

Potentially.

Though, seemingly...

they've left something behind.

So, let's start with the cork.

Spectroscopic observations show
that the powder that was on it

is, in fact, make-up foundation.

Contradicting Freddie's
claim he was drinking alone?

Well, not necessarily.

Freddie will no doubt
be given an application

of on-screen make-up.

I'll perform a comparison test
to see if it's his.

- Anything else?
- Oh yes.

Those headshots that we found.

The substance on their surface

turned out to be
minute flakes of cedar wood.

And given that these flakes
appeared masticated,

I decided to run
a Phadebas test,

which showed
they were covered in saliva...

And that all means?

Well, cedar wood is
primarily used to coat pencils.

So, for these flakes
to both fall onto the headshots,

as well as contain saliva,

I'd deduce whoever forced
the drawer open...

had to have been chewing theirs.

Alright.

I was in there first thing,

but I had no choice.

A few weeks back,
the show visited my hometown.

I caught up with an old friend.

An old... flame.

Joanna, my wife...

I love her more than anything.

It's just...

just always being on the road.

The night it happened,

Freddie must have
still been around.

He took some photos,
showed them to me.

He'd heard rumours
about America.

He said
if I didn't take him, then...

he'd show Joanna everything.

It was these photos that
you were looking for earlier?

Yeah. All I found
were those headshots.

So, you decided to permanently
end Freddie's blackmail?

No!

I mean, look...

I hate what that man
is doing to me.

But at the end of the day,

I created this mess.

Watch the egg.

Okay, ready? Ready?

Remove yourself from my person
immediately!

Then, how is this
supposed to work?

In a way which does not involve
your hand on my...

- nether regions!
- Oh!

Ready, Neil?

Actually, Miss Thimble,
it's Norman.

Like it's always been.

Really? I'm ever so sorry.

And...

That's it, Norma!

So, you went from palm trees
and beaches

to village fetes
and bell ringing?

Yeah, it was quite a shock
at first, but...

now, it's... home.

So, why Great Slaughter
of all places?

Actually, I was meant
to be going to Scotland Yard.

We were meant
to be going to London.

We?

Erm, I should probably...

-Okay...
-Blimey.

Just met and you're already
tying the knot.

He's cheered up.

How do you mean?

Oh, last night,
has laying into that Freddie.

Something about him
ruining a big chance for him.

I've been his dogsbody
for years,

so when I saw a job opening
for a variety show manager,

I finally went for it.

They said all I needed
was a half-decent reference,

which he said he'd give me.

- And that wasn't the case?
- Well, they called yesterday.

Said that they'd gone
with somebody else.

I knew he'd ruined it.

So, when I asked him why,
he said it's because

he decides when the end
of our engagement is

because he employed me
when no one else would.

You must have felt aggrieved.

That's putting it lightly, but
I'm not gonna kill the bloke.

Wasted enough years
on him as it is.

So, why stick around, unless
it was for a specific reason?

There is-- money.

The cheapskate's sorted it
so the show pays me.

So, if I don't
stay until the end,

I don't get
this month's paycheque.

But when I do, you are not
gonna see me for dust.

So, the aim is to take
the eggs over to the basket

without dropping them.

Sadly, mine and Ange's attempt
was far from eggcellent.

Without further ado...

let the games begin.

- Careful, careful.
- Okay, okay.

- Yeah!
- We did it!

Just take me in your arms!

What sort of talk is that
for a married man?!

- We're doing it.
- Of course, Nathaniel.

It's just like
having three legs.

We're nearly-- nearly there.

Beep, bee-beep, bee-beeeep!

And with the scores
added in from the last round,

Dottie and Norman
lead Felix and Denise

by just one point.

But what does this mean, Ange?

You tell me.

It, er...

It means that,
sadly, Hector and Vera,

you will be leaving us.

Alright, let's move on
to our final challenge.

And cut.

Look, I get that you're upset
about the show, but...

some professionalism?

Well, thank you, Vera,
for being about as much use

as a handbrake on a canoe.

We're really going to be relying
on you this time, Livingstone.

Although, you do
have the advantage

of my extensive expertise.

And erm...

...perhaps something else.

Ah, Freddie.

Look, we've just had some
interesting conversations

with both Malcolm and Giles.

And even if you'd rather we
weren't aware of your behaviour,

we need to know
who might want to hurt you.

Like I said--

can't think of anyone.

Where is that director?

You alright, Mrs Clam?

I should think not, given that
this pitiful consolation prize

they have given me is defective.

That's strange.

It appears
to be deliberately torn.

I'll be as gentle
as I can, Mr Bear.

What on Earth are you doing?.

Evidently, uncovering
what someone deemed to be...

the perfect hiding place.

Oh...

The striation marks
from the screwdriver

matched those on the bull
meaning this was our tool.

But why hide it in the bear?

Sister Boniface:
A moment of panic, perhaps?

The handle contained
no clear prints,

though, interestingly, there
were several fibres present.

Microscopic examination
shows they're flock fibres,

the type used
on velvet clothing.

Oh, and they're also purple.

So, we're looking for someone
who wore purple velvet?

Potentially, though
there are several uses

of this specific fibre,
of which I've compiled a list.

Clothes, curtains, interiors.

Basically everything?

Okay, we'll search the studio

and I'll ask Felix
to keep an eye out.

Oh, erm, and there's also
the matter of the cork.

Now, Freddie's foundation
is actually cream-based,

primarily made of mineral oil,
stearic acid, and oxychloride.

Whilst the one on the cork
is a powder foundation

consisting of talc,
zinc oxide, and kaolin.

So, in layman's terms,

someone else
was with him last night?

It also transpires that there's
only one person on the show

who uses
that particular foundation.

After his announcement,

I took some champagne
to his dressing room,

to celebrate.

I also wanted a chat.

I'm always the assistant,
seen and not heard.

But that's not enough!

I want to be the one presenting.

And Freddie knew this?

Ever since I started.

Even promised to mentor me

to the point where
I'd eventually co-host.

Now he was going to America,
I thought...

this could be my break,
that I might go, too.

He said I could.

Though, there was a condition?

I had to prove...

how much
I appreciated him first.

Afterwards,

I asked, "What now?"

He started laughing.

He said he couldn't believe
I was so naive.

That a bit of crumpet like me...

could never be host.

Here.

As reprehensible as that is,

it does give you strong motive.

I know, but this wasn't me!

It wasn't!

Because no matter
what happens to Freddie...

I'd still feel
disgusted with myself.

She was adamant

that Alfred Hitchcock
was in her café,

so I ran across town!

And when you arrived?

Turned out to be
a plumber called Dave.

You know before,
when you said "we"?

I mean, we don't have to
if you'd rather not.

No, it...

It was, er...

myself and Victoria.

My fiancée.

So, I came here first
on secondment.

And when I realised
I'd be here for longer,

she decided to join me.

But when she did, we both

realised that we wanted
different things.

And what do you want?

- Sam.
- Felix.

- Have you spotted any...
- No. Not yet.

- Oh.
-Rex!

The very same.

I just wanted
to remind Livingstone

what he's playing for.

Well, aren't you
the most adorable,

fluffy, obedient boy!

Have you ever seen
a finer creature?

Let's hope Felix can give him
the retirement he deserves.

Lunch, sir?

Sister?

- Our search.
- Oh, yes.

Of course.

Well, get practising, then!

Rexy's counting on you.

You've never danced the tango?

Not yet, but...

if you can tell me what to do.

Okay. Alright.

It's all about
finding the rhythm.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Here?
- Yeah.

- Right. Okay.
- Okay.

- Alright.
- Okay.

- I'm so sorry.
- Don't overthink.

- Alright.
- Okay.

- That's it!
- Ah-ha!

You're doing fine.

So, no purple velvet
in any of the dressing rooms.

Perhaps the control room
might prove more fruitful.

I dare say Felix
is rather enjoying himself.

What is it?

Er... may I?

I believe
we've potentially found

the source of our fibres.

The additional checks
we carried out

show that
your half-sister's, Jodie,

the glamorous assistant
before Angela.

Erm...

She and Freddie had a thing.

Not that anyone knew.

Then, she got pregnant,
had to leave the show.

He made her promise
not to tell anyone.

He said that he'd
look after them, but...

instead, he just cut her off.

She tried contacting him, but...

couldn't get anywhere, so...

I decided to try for the show,

and talk to him in person.

And that's the real reason
you stayed last night.

I just wanted to chat with him.

But when I went
to his dressing room,

he was already in there
with someone else.

So, you sabotaged the bull?

Avenged the way
he'd treated Jodie?

What? No, no, I--

I'd never do that.
Felix, tell him!

We are comparing fibres
that we found at the crime scene

against your hair ribbon.

If they match,

the likelihood
is you will be charged

with the murder of Brad Hunter.

I didn't-- I didn't do this!

Please,
you have to believe me.

Felix! P--

Well?

We need confirmation
from Sister Boniface

before we even
consider charging her.

So, technically,
she can still play?

Remember Rexy-poos.

If she was to play,
it would have to be

under police supervision.

- Are you fine with that?
- Of course, he is!

Right!

I'll start the car.

If you're not comfortable.

She was just a contestant.

So, this is it--
the last ever challenge.

Joanna all set
for the States, then?

Actually, she's staying here.

She didn't fancy relocating.

So, you're just
going with Freddie?

Yes, yes. We fly out tonight.

That soon?

They want to hit
the ground running.

I'm sorry
you're both not coming.

What about you, Ange, you got
anything lined up after this?

Not yet. Though my agent said

people are always
looking for pretty assistants.

Yeah, that's not for you,
though, is it?

You want to be in front
of the camera, not to the side.

Even if that's true,
It'll never happen.

Don't be so sure.

All you need is one opportunity.

If you grab that,
there's no stopping you.

- Well?
- I've run some TLC tests.

The dye components in the fibres
of the hair ribbon--

close but not conclusive.

Meaning?

They're not a match.

So, now what?

And now,
it's our contestants' turn.

And after this challenge,

whilst one of the pairs
will be going home,

the other pair will take on
the Prize Escalator.

So, without further ado,
let the games begin.

You alright?

I'm fine.

Of course.

Talk to me.

You know I didn't do this.

- Felix!
- I'm trying to concentrate.

Maybe I wasn't
completely honest.

That's putting things... mildly.

- Freddie?
- What do you want?

What are you doing?

So, that's it, then?

We just pretend like nothing's
ever happened between us?

I don't know what you mean.

What I mean is...

I thought I was paired
with someone I couldn't stand.

But then I got to know
the real you.

Help me! For crying out loud!

- Malcolm! Put the--
- Don't come any closer!

Where's Freddie?

Go on. Go on.

Wow! Now, that is how
you do the tango.

Though, personally,
I prefer ballet.

More to the pointe.

Though, I did try
tap dancing once.

Kept falling in the sink!

How did you know?

We found purple velvet fibres
at the crime scene.

Then, I recalled how you smoked

and the cigarette case you carry

with its purple interior.

- Malcolm, can y--
- No.

Malc, if this is about
a reference, then I can--

I'll call them.

- Or get you a better job--
- It's not about that!

It's about him.

It's about Archie.

Y--

I know what happened
on "Opportunity Calls."

Sister Boniface: Malcolm.

What you said about Archie
having stage fright that day...

May we assume that Freddie
had something to do with it?

Last week, Archie called me.

We hadn't spoken in years

'cos he'd gone off the rails
when we stopped doing the act.

Was drinking himself
into an early grave.

But he said before he went,
he wanted to tell me the truth.

Well, perhaps
you can tell us now.

Put that thing down.

The night before
"Opportunity Calls,"

all the acts went out
for a drink.

We were chatting,
and we got onto the war.

Archie never
spoke about the war.

But for some reason,
that night, he did.

And he said he was part
of the Rifle Brigade.

And I remember Freddie
kept pushing,

asking question after question.

Because Archie was lying,

and Freddie knew that
because it was his infantry.

But why would Archie lie?

'Cos it turned out
that he was a conchie.

Which makes sense
because he was a man

that existed
to make people smile.

But Freddie knew
what people would think.

So, he said to Archie
to throw the performance

or he'd tell the world
the truth.

That was his way of
getting rid of the competition.

- Get back!
- Malc, I--

Look, I know
you're upset, but...

I always thought
you were the talented one.

You know, I'd never have
thought he'd have even made it.

We're not gonna know now!

'Cos you're swanning off
to America

and he's in a box in the ground!

Malcolm.

Why don't you--

why don't you tell us
what happened last night?

Well, I went to confront him.

We argued about the job before,

but that was nothing
compared to this.

- Freddie?
- You're back?

Like I said, it's my decision.

I decide who stays,
I decide who goes.

My decision.

Archie's dead.

Who?

Archie!

Who I used to perform with!

Oh, yeah.

That loser who bottled it
on live TV?

I'm sure you'll struggle
to find anyone who cares.

Look, I was so young.
I was so stupid, Malc.

If I could just take that back,
then I--

No, you wouldn't!

You wouldn't 'cos
you'd happily destroy

anybody that gets in your way!

And somebody's
got to put a stop to that.

Think about Archie.

The person you described.

He was someone
who wanted to make others happy.

For whom violence
was never the answer.

But what he did to him.

Sister Boniface: I know.

But I've also no doubt
that if he could see you now,

consumed by such hatred...

You kill Freddie,
that's all you and Archie

will be remembered for.

And given who he was, and what
he so strongly believed in,

he wouldn't want this.

Malcolm.

Pathetic, eh?

Losers,
stuck in the past like that.

Still, we've got
a plane to catch.

No.

No, we don't.

You're not going to America,
Freddie.

Really?

Well, I best
just go call Joanna.

I'll save you the bother.

I'm gonna tell her everything.

Which means keeping
the show here.

Working on being the husband
she deserves.

Hey, Giles,
let's not rush into any--

Also, the move to America

meant we never renewed
your UK contract.

I think it's time
for some new blood.

N--

Who could replace me?!

I think we've earned
ourselves a drink.

Oh, affirmative. Oh, but wait!

Who made it
to the Prize Escalator?

There's been an arrest.

Someone confessed.

Look I'm sorry about...

No, I'm sorry.

I wanted to be honest, but...

the more I got to know you, the
more complicated things became.

But now...

If I'm being honest,

after Victoria,

I was sure I would never
be able to do this again.

But after meeting you...

I know I can.

Just... not yet.

Right.

You ready?

An oil lamp.

A fondue set, yeah?

A tea maker!

Erm... a leather suitcase!

A cuddly bear!

Ah-ha! That's it!
You've won our big cash prize!

Congratulations.

Although, as our series
does come to an end--

So does Freddie's
time on the show.

Because there's a new host
in town-- me!

So, I'll see you next time
when, once again,

we'll let the games begin!

Cut.

Thank you, splendid.

Well, seeing as my bear
was defective...

A toast, if you please.

To a colleague of mine.

One who has never shied away
from a challenge.

One who is totally committed
to this constabulary.

And has taught...
well...

even me a thing or two
about honour...

and humility.

So!

Raise your glasses, please...

to Rex!

To Rex.

Don't worry, I'm sure you're
now Great Slaughter Police's

- second finest member.
- Mm.