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[relaxing music]

♪ ♪

- I thought you'd be happy about it.

- I just don't understand why it has to be so early.

- It's 8:00 AM, darling.

- Exactly.

- Well, it's the only slot they had left.

- Of course, because it's still the middle of the night.

- But I know how much you love it.

I just wanted to surprise you.

- I know.

And thank you.

But early mornings have never been conducive to my happiness,

have they?

- I know that, darling, but you look like a movie star

when you jet ski.

- So do you.

[chatter]

I wonder what's going on over there.

- Well, let's call Xena over.

- Good idea.

[clears throat]

Xena.

- Can you check the CCTV?

- What's going on?

- The CEO of a company called SL2K had

a posh dinner here last night.

And this morning, it was discovered

that he had disappeared.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

His room still contains his wallet,

his ID, his phone, everything.

- And?

It's still the crack of dawn.

Maybe he went for a walk or a dip in the pool.

I've heard of people who get up that early.

Fortunately, I don't know any of them.

- Apparently, he missed a very important Zoom with Switzerland

this morning at 7:00 AM.

And he's never late.

- Oh, right.

Love Switzerland!

We should bob over soon. - Oh.

- Oh, there you are.

Could I have a beach towel, please?

- Of course, Madame.

[chatter]

- There you are. - Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

Darling, off we go.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

Great way to get rid of a hangover, darling!

- I wouldn't know.

I've never had one.

[laughter]

Follow me!

♪ ♪

- Oh, God.

[gulls cawing]

["Passing Through" playing]

♪ Do you remember the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you? ♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For sometime never, for sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

Please help!

Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

Help please!

- Somebody, please!

Help!

Call an ambulance!

- I called an ambulance. They're on the way.

I'm a doctor. I can help.

- Oh! Oh, thank goodness.

Darling, he's a doctor.

Leave it to him.

- Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look.

[lounge music]

- Yeah.

Not bad, old chap.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

- [French]

- How much?

Oh, I see.

Good grief.

It's a bit steep for a house red.

[chatter]

- He has a slight pulse, so we must go now.

- Oh, of course.

- You go in first, order breakfast, and tell them

you're meeting me there.

- No, no, no.

You go in first.

- Why do you always do that?

- Do what?

- "You do it first" thing.

- Because that's what they do in the romcoms.

- Oh, do they indeed? - Oh, yeah.

I'm a bit of an expert on romcoms, as it happens.

I'm currently working on my own one.

- Oh, is that right?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's about this couple who keep their relationship

secret for romantic reasons.

- Sounds great.

- Oh, it is, yeah.

He's, like, handsome.

He's charming.

He's modest, great kisser.

- Bonjour.

- I'll go in first.

[light music]

Morning, Uncle Patrick.

- Hi, Dom.

- Oh.

Loving the handiwork.

- Thank you.

- I'll have a coffee and a couple of croissants, please.

- Yeah, it won't be a tick.

Just sorting this lot out.

- All right.

I'm meeting Jean in here.

- Morning, Patrick.

- Morning.

- I'm meeting Dom in here.

- Hi, Jean!

Wow, I've not seen you in ages.

- Morning, Dominique.

- [whispers] Dominique?

Hey.

He's done a cracking job on this breakfast menu,

and it's all served on plates.

- Well, what else would it be served on?

- Have you never had a meal served

on something other than a plate in an effort to appear trendy?

- Uh, I've had chicken in a basket.

- Precisely.

And that is exactly where the rot started.

I once had fish and chips served out of an old boot.

- Shut up.

- I swear.

And they put newspaper inside to make it look more authentic.

But where was I meant to put my mushy peas?

- [laughs]

- Hmm, I think I'll have a little tickle of this.

- The poor chap had a plastic bag over his head

and a rope holding into place.

- And over the bag, on the eyes,

coins had been pushed into the sockets.

It was horrific

- Yes, I'm sure it was.

The doctor you met on the beach, Dr. Martin,

brought those items back a little while ago.

He told me the ambulance had taken him

to the new private hospital where he works,

which is much nearer than Sainte-Victoire General.

But unfortunately, his team could not save his life.

An autopsy will be performed as soon as possible.

- Oh, how ghastly!

Do we know who the victim is?

- There was no ID, but Dr. Martin

identified him as the man from SL2K,

as he had been chatting with him on the beach

only yesterday.

Can I ask you to stay close to the area,

if I need to talk to you again?

- Of course.

- [clears throat dramatically]

- What?

Oh, Caron?

- Yes?

- We've got a couples massage booked at 3:00 PM.

Is it all right to still go ahead with that?

- That will be fine.

- Thank you.

We'll be in our room until then.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Jean, I wondered if you could come to the beach club.

There is something I need you to look at.

[mysterious music]

- We should have a fry up.

Sometimes a croissant just doesn't hit the spot, does it?

- Stop moaning.

I'll buy you lunch after we've seen Caron.

- It doesn't matter how fancy the croissant is.

I always feel like I licked the bottom of a birdcage.

- Oh, you know what that tastes like, do you?

- You know, like claggy.

- What does claggy mean?

- You know, like thick and sticky.

Claggy mouth, when you get some food

trapped on the roof of your mouth and you can't get it off.

- Come here.

[somber music]

[knocking]

Caron, we came as soon as we could.

- Oh, Jean, good to see you.

- So where are these coins you want me to look at?

- Hey, André.

- Dom.

These are what I was talking about.

- So how did this fella die then?

- The doctor says strangulation.

He had a slight pulse on the beach,

but his weak heart let him down when he got to the hospital.

Here he is.

Antoine Lefevre, the CEO of SL2K Holdings,

the missing guest.

His business partner, a certain Nicolas Arles,

just called from the hospital to confirm it is him.

He's on his way back now.

- What a way to go, eh?

- I also need to talk to SL2K's IT consultant, Marilyn Theo.

They were the only people to stay over from the party

last night.

- Do you need anything else?

- No, thank you.

- Hmm.

These coins are very rare.

So the bronze one is Napoleon III, 5 centimes, 1857.

That's worth about 3,000 euros?

- For a coin?

Wow.

- Yeah.

But the-- well, the gold one is even rarer.

That's Napoleon I, 1813.

Now, that's worth about 5,000 euros.

- [exclaims]

- So you said you found these on his eyes?

- Over this plastic bag, but yes.

- Hmm.

Have you ever heard of the story of Charon the Ferryman?

- What, like my name?

- Yes.

Well, it's pronounced the same, but there's a H after the C.

Now, Charon was the ferryman of the underworld,

and it was his duty to ferry the souls of the departed

across the River Styx.

Now, the families of the dead used

to put coins on the eyes of their loved ones.

Because if Charon wasn't paid, their souls

would roam the Earth in torment for all eternity.

Well, I know it sounds--

it sounds silly.

But well, whoever murdered this man--

- Antoine Lefevre.

- Antoine Lefevre, well, made sure

that his entry to the underworld

was, well, very smooth indeed.

These coins are worth about 8,000 euros.

- Can we find out where they were purchased?

- Well, um, yeah.

I'll call Charlie, and she can start digging, yeah.

- Thank you. - Right.

I'll leave you to it.

Uncle Patrick needs a hand at the pub.

Jane's called in sick.

- Right.

[soft string music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, perfect timing.

Right, I want you to do a little taste test for me.

- Ooh.

I always wanted to do one of these.

- Yeah, well, now's your chance.

What I want you to do is taste both of these,

and then tell me which one you think tastes the best.

- Okay, can I have a little sip, man?

Because I'm driving. - Of course.

- Okay.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, that one is okay, but nowhere

near as fantastic as that one.

- You are absolutely right. - Yes.

- Hi, ya.

- Cheers, glorious Gloria.

- Oh.

What's he chipper about?

- He's had two sips of wine.

- Sorry I'm late.

Where did he need a lift to again?

- Oh, thanks for coming, love.

It's just that I've got a lot of stuff to get from the cash

and carry, and I'm not sure if Madeleine

will make it all the way up the hill on the way back.

No offense, Tom.

- Oh, no, no, none taken.

And you're absolutely right. She would not.

You want me to hold the fort for you.

- Oh, you're a good man.

- Won't be long.

- Yeah, liquid lunch, is it?

- Hmm?

No, I just want to check something out.

- [humming] Perks of the job, innit?

- Do you mind if we nip somewhere after the cash

and carry?

- Not at all.

- Oh, very smart.

- Thanks.

I've called her Electric Ladyvan.

- Like the Hendrix album "Electric Ladyland"?

- Precisely. - Very good.

- Hey, thank you.

Favorite track on the album?

- "All Along the Watchtower."

- And just wait till you hear it on these speakers.

- Monsieur Nicolas Arles, I'm sorry you

had to go through the ordeal of identifying

your friend this morning.

- Yes.

Not something I would like to go through again.

But Dr. Martin and his team were very kind.

- Can I ask what were you doing here at the beach club?

- We've been members here for a long time,

and we had a staff dinner to celebrate

20 years in the business.

- Who attended?

- Office staff and consultants.

Most of our business is franchised out,

and we employ consultants to help us when we

need them, like Marilyn here.

Me and Antoine run SL2K, and we are--

were business partners.

- And what was your role?

- I've been doing SL2K's marketing for years.

- And you two were the only colleagues to stay over?

- Yes.

- These coins were found on Antoine's person.

They're actually quite valuable.

Do they ring any bells?

- Well, Antoine was a fervent coin collector, so.

- Who do you think would want to murder Antoine?

- No one.

He was wonderful, a kind person and a loyal friend.

- The only person I can think of was

his daughter's ex-boyfriend.

But I thought that was over years ago.

- What happened?

- It was desperately sad.

- Cherise, his daughter, and her boyfriend

were only teenagers and were driving home one night.

He went through a red light for some reason,

and the car ran into the side of them,

the side Cherise was on.

She was dead on contact.

And he got two years for dangerous driving.

When he was released, Antoine hounded him out

of Sainte-Victoire, stopping him working, shaming

him at any given opportunity.

He had to move to Toulouse and start again.

So I cannot imagine that Hugo was Antoine's biggest fan.

- Hugo?

Did you say the name Hugo?

- Yes.

Hugo Leve.

- Antoine swore he saw him hanging around the beach club

last night.

I just thought he'd had too much to drink, but--

but now--

- Please keep your phones charged and

be contactable at all times.

We will have more questions.

[somber music]

Thank you for your help.

- You have my address if you need me.

- Now this one.

What do you think?

- This one tastes miles better.

- But they're identical.

Let's investigate.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Come on.

Let's have a look inside.

- Patrick!

- Hmm?

- Why are we hiding?

- I want to take a good look at what's

going on behind the scenes.

- Gotcha.

- Well, come on.

♪ ♪

[door clicks, buzzes]

- Bonjour, Madame.

[speaking French]

- [whispering] What are they saying?

- I'll tell you in the van.

- Hugo was indeed seen at the hotel last night, hanging round

reception around 11:00 PM.

The last known address for him is in Toulouse.

- Toulouse, you say?

Well, that's the Toulouse cross.

Hang on.

Oh.

Well, this bag is from a deli chain there.

And yeah, there are only three branches,

and they're all in Toulouse.

- I think we need to go and talk to this man.

- Yeah.

- Look, Jean, one minute.

I have left my phone.

- I'll wait for you outside.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- It's quite a scam.

- I thought there was something going on.

So basically, these ladies are ripping

Judith off by putting expensive labels on cheap wine.

- Exactly.

Not as sweet as they look, either.

One of them called Judith an English idiot.

- Oh, good grief.

- They're tricking Judith and Jeremy out of a lot of money.

We have to tell them.

- No time like the present.

[snoring]

[phone ringing]

- Patrick.

Hello, darling.

How the devil are you?

[chuckles, laughs]

Oh, Patrick.

Two sweet little old ladies with their cottage industry

running a scam?

That's hilarious.

No, I'm sure it's just some innocent misunderstanding.

So-- got to go, darling.

The hot stones are arriving.

- Judith?

- Oh, yes.

- Judith!

- Hugo Leve?

- Oui.

- [speaking French]

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Antoine Lefevre was found dead this

morning in Sainte-Victoire.

- I don't feel like I thought I would.

- Pardon?

- I thought I'd feel happier when hearing that sentence.

- Happier?

- Relieved, even.

But I don't.

I don't feel anything.

- I see.

Yes, we know about the crash.

- I was 17 when Cherise died.

- What happened?

- We were stargazing that night, as we

used to call it back then.

We smoked some weed to get as high as the sky.

And on our way back home, I jumped a red light.

We had just swapped seats.

Cherise wanted to roll up again.

It could have so easily been me, but it wasn't.

- Monsieur Lefevre never forgave you either.

- That is quite an understatement.

He made my life hell.

He hounded me out of Sainte-Victoire.

That is why I came to Toulouse.

- So you must really hate him.

- I created his hell, so he created mine.

- A perfect motive for murder.

- Murder?

He was murdered?

- Yes.

- Of course I hate him for what he did to me.

But the guilt I have for Cherise far

outweighs the hate I have for Antoine.

I mean, murder him? No.

I mean--

- So why were you seen on CCTV at the reception

of Miroir de l'Ocean Beach Club at 11:00 PM last night?

- Oh.

Bonjour again.

- I was picking my girlfriend up from work.

- It doesn't mean he's in the clear.

He's still our number one suspect because we

know he was there at the time.

[phone notification tone]

- Ah, it's Charlie.

She's found out that the coins were

not bought, but have gone missing from Echange de Metaux.

- What does "gone missing" mean?

- Well, I don't know, but I should have

known they were from there.

They're the biggest internet coin dealers in the business,

owned by a mate of mine. - Great.

Let's go.

- So you saw them relabeling a different wine?

- Yep.

- Local ladies?

- Yeah.

- Blimey.

What are you going to do about it?

- Well, I tried to talk to Judith,

but she wasn't having any of it.

So what do we do?

Well, I suppose we have to go to the police.

- Well, you're a braver man than I am, Uncle Patrick.

The locals will not take kindly to

the new English bloke picking on a couple

of sweet old ladies.

- I've got an idea.

- Have you?

- We'd have to go back when the shop's shut.

You up for it?

- Course I am.

- [chuckles]

- Hang on.

I know your face.

And I know your face.

And I want nothing more to do with this

from this point onwards.

Right, can I go?

I promised Jean I'll pick her up.

- Yeah, of course, you can.

[mysterious music]

- Nah.

[buzzing]

- Oh, Jean.

Bonjour.

- Oh, Marie, it's good to see you.

- You're looking well, Jean.

- And you look smashing as well.

- Oh, you're a good liar, Jean White.

I was up late watching repeats of Gordon Ramsay swearing

in his kitchens.

It's the only thing that gets me off to sleep these days.

- This is my good friend, André Caron.

- Ah, bonjour, André.

- Bonjour.

- You don't mind, do you?

Oh, that's better.

Although I've had to switch to decaf.

Oh.

Do you know, once upon a time, I could inhale

10 espressos and 40 G10 a day?

Now decaf and patches, all the patches.

- It happens to us all, Marie.

Now, do you mind if we get straight down to business?

- Of course not.

- You said in your text to Charlie that the coins

just went missing.

- That's right.

- Well, what did you mean?

- I hadn't even noticed they had gone missing

until I spoke to Charlie.

Mind you, I put the kettle in the fridge last week.

My brain fog is terrible.

After I spoke to Charlie, I went to check,

and they had gone.

- Do you know how they could have left the shop?

- I have no idea.

Every second Monday, I get out all the coins to clean them.

- So you cleaned them yesterday?

- Yes, that's right.

And they were definitely there then.

- Did anyone else visit the shop yesterday?

- The only people that came in all day

were my mom, who brought my lunch,

and our online marketing consultant.

- Marketing consultant?

And what's the name?

- Marilyn Theo.

Oh, she's an absolute godsend.

I'm terrible online.

I don't know how I'd manage without her.

- You are a legend Thank you so much.

We'll be in touch.

- Thank you.

- Ah, but-- well, glad I could help.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I trust you can get in there.

- Only one way to find out.

Well, the old girls don't seem to have

installed any alarms or CCTV.

We're in luck.

- What about the gate?

They've padlocked it.

- Some skills never leave you.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Blimey.

I've never seen one of those before.

- I have.

I spent a summer labeling pickled onions

when I was training.

Looks like the same machine.

- So what's the plan?

- Wait and see.

- Oh, hello, you two.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Dom.

We've got a lead.

Do you mind hanging around here for a bit?

- No, no, no, of course.

You're worth waiting for.

- Jean.

- See you later.

- Hmm.

- Hello.

- Madame Theo, during our earlier interview,

you referred to Monsieur Lefevre

as wonderful, a kind person, and a loyal friend.

- That's right.

- You also said, regarding Hugo,

"Antoine swore he saw him hanging around the beach club

last night.

I just thought he had had too much to drink."

So you and Monsieur Lefevre had been drinking

together after the party?

- Yes.

- Pardon?

- [tearfully] I can't believe he's gone.

My darling Antoine.

- Oh, I take it that you and Antoine were

more than just good friends?

- He was the love of my life.

- But you are married, no?

- Yes.

My husband is my business partner.

We have a freelance IT marketing company,

and we work as consultants for different businesses, one

being SL2K, amongst others.

- Yes, amongst others.

You are the online consultant for Echange de Metaux.

How long have you worked as consultants for SL2K?

- Nearly five years.

- And your affair with Antoine?

- Almost as long.

- Going back to Echange de Metaux--

- Look, okay.

It was me, yes.

I took the coins.

I took the coins on Antoine's request.

I'd done it before.

He always paid eventually.

He said he had to wait till the company's cash flow was better.

- Hang on.

I thought his company was booming.

- No, they were really struggling,

but sort of didn't do anything about it.

- What do you mean?

- Personal drivers, beach club memberships, corporate dinners,

no expense spared.

- Keeping up appearances?

- Exactly.

I was nervous taking the coins, but it was what Antoine wanted.

And I wanted to make him happy.

- Please, tell us exactly what happened.

- After the dinner, I surprised Antoine with the coins.

Got you a present.

What do you think?

- Lovely.

- I thought he'd be thrilled.

But he just turned cold.

Antoine?

Said he needed to think about our relationship.

And we--

Don't!

- might not be what he wanted anymore.

I was so upset and shocked, I just fled the room.

- And that was the last time you saw him?

- Yes.

- I do not believe you.

- It's the truth.

- I suggest that Antoine made you steal the coins.

- No!

- When he said he didn't want you anymore,

you were so angry, you strangled him in his sleep.

- That's ridiculous!

I was angry, yes.

But more than that, I was utterly heartbroken.

- Which is a perfect motive.

- Please, you have to help me.

- Marilyn Theo, I'm arresting you for the murder

of Antoine Lefevre. - No!

- You have the right to remain silent.

If you waive this right, anything you say

can and will be used against you in the court of law.

- That massage was simply divine.

- What was it?

Swedish?

- No, hot stone, left me all melty,

just what I needed after the trauma of this morning.

- I must have had 100 massages, and I don't

remember a single one of them.

- How do you mean?

- I always fall asleep.

Doesn't matter what's happening.

As soon as I lie face down on that massage couch,

I conk straight out.

[gasping]

- Oh God.

Do-- do something.

- I don't know what to do.

I've only seen it in the films.

- Oh.

Jean, help! Look!

Oh, God!

Oh, Doctor!

Doctor!

Please help.

My husband is choking!

Oh, how dare you!

Oh, God!

- [grunting]

[breathing heavily]

- How can I ever repay you, Dom?

- Dominic! Thank you.

Thank you.

- Oh, well done, you.

- I saw it on "Mrs. Doubtfire," you know?

- Fat lot use that doctor was.

- What doctor?

- The bloke in the car.

- That's not a doctor.

That's Nicolas's driver.

- Jean, he might have had a little shave,

but that was categorically the doctor

that tried to save that poor man's life on the beach

this morning.

I never forget smoldering eyes like that.

Shame he doesn't want to save all lives.

- Dom, we have to go now.

- Where?

- I'll tell you on the way. Come on.

- All right.

Oh.

Can you let me go, please, now, Jeremy?

- Huh?

- Please let me go.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

You got that.

- That was a nasty shock, wasn't it?

- Where are we going?

- Nicolas Arles's house.

- Oh, okay. Why?

- Something just doesn't add up.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- So what we're looking at?

- Judith said the bloke she saw was

that doctor, the doctor on the beach, that Dr. Martin fella.

I saw the same bloke driving Nicolas Arles around.

And then when Judith asked for help, he just drove off.

- No, no, I'm not with you.

- Well, how can the doctor and the driver be the same person?

I mean, we can't even say that Judith was on the champagne

because it was 8 o'clock in the morning.

- Right.

- Think about it, Dom.

What if it's an almighty setup?

[gasps]

See?

I was right.

That man, stood near the door, that's

the same man that's supposed to have been murdered.

- Oh, my.

- I've got to message Caron.

It's all been a setup--

a fake doctor, a fake ambulance crew, a fake hospital.

It's all been a massive setup.

- I think you better come with us.

♪ ♪

Coffee?

- Some would say it's a little late to be drinking caffeine.

Not something I agree with.

Some of the finest minds have sworn

by the consumption of a good coffee at any time of the day.

I find it helps keep a clear head.

- And the conscience?

- Ha!

- Very good.

- Actually, I would like a coffee, if that's okay?

- Yes.

Yeah, me too.

- Ah, waiting to see if it was poisoned?

- No.

- I don't blame you.

I wouldn't trust us either.

[laughter]

- So what brought you here, Madame White?

- Your doctor was recognized.

- Ah, yes.

That was very stupid of him.

- [speaking French]

- Your business partner is a good actor, very

much the friend in mourning.

- Thank you.

- So what was the plan?

It was extremely clever.

I'd love to know how you did it.

- I suppose it won't do any harm,

as you two won't be going anywhere.

- All Antoine had to do was to row himself out

and adorn the bag with the coins

and then wait to be discovered.

- Dr. Martin was prepped on the beach,

and the rest ran like clockwork.

- So the coins were just to frame Marilyn?

- Exactly.

- But I thought you were in love with Marilyn.

- Good grief, no.

No.

She was becoming increasingly annoying.

So we thought we would kill two birds with one stone.

- So the plastic bag and the ex-boyfriend story

that was just to frame Hugo.

- Hugo killed my little girl.

She never got to live her life.

So as long as I'm alive, Hugo will keep paying for that.

- Mm.

And that plastic bag, quite entertaining

how it sent you and your police friend on such a wild goose

chase.

- And to be honest, we couldn't decide who to frame,

so we framed them both.

- But why?

- We were drowning in debt, going under.

If we paid our bills, we would have been left with nothing.

- And then we found a clause in our insurance contract

that if one of us dies, all debts would be paid.

- And the partner would be able to carry on.

- The plan was to kill Antoine.

And then I had a doctor friend to line

up the death certificate.

Then I would trade for a year, sell up,

and then meet him in Barbados.

- Wow.

It all worked out.

- We thought we did, until you got here.

Things have changed somewhat.

Well, I'm afraid you have to go now.

- But please, finish your coffee first.

- I'm sorry.

[banging]

- [speaking French]

- Are you both okay?

- How did you know?

- Something didn't add up in the doctor's report.

He would not answer his phone.

So I went to the private hospital to ask him myself.

The building turned out to be a supermarket.

There was no private hospital and

never has been in that area.

I knew then something was wrong.

- Oh, André, I have never been so

happy to see your little face.

[happy music]

♪ ♪

- What was all that nonsense about wine

you were saying yesterday, Patrick?

- About you getting scammed?

- Don't be ridiculous.

I really like the Rotto sisters.

I hope you sorted it out?

- Yes.

In fact, we've got a delivery coming any minute.

[light music]

♪ ♪

[horn beeping]

Oh, that'll be them now.

Come and join us.

Bonjour, Madame.

- Bonjour, Monsieur.

- Bonjour, Madame.

- [speaking French]

- Could you read the label out loud for me, Gloria?

- Of course, Patrick.

[clears throat]

[speaking French]

Which means, dear friend, this wine is not

worth the glass it's bottled in.

- [speaking French]

♪ ♪

- And don't come back.

Don't worry.

They won't bother you again.

["Passing Through" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Passing through ♪