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[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[cash register dings]

- Aunt Fifi?

[chuckles]

[laughter]

[bell rings]

- [humming]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[liquid splashing, spraying]

[sizzling]

[coughing]

[banging, door rattling]

[thud]

[theme music]

♪ Do you remember the first time that my eyes set on you? ♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For some time never or sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

- Whoa, that was amazing.

No wonder there's no pattern left on that plate.

[laughter]

- Uncle Patrick has always been the king of the coq au vin.

- So I'm guessing that he pre-prepared it so Judith

and Jeremy don't have to cook.

- Exactly.

- [chuckles] Where is Patrick?

- He's gone to see Bruce Springsteen.

- Oh.

I thought you'd be hot on his heels.

- I'm going next week.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Born to Run" was the first album I

ever learnt all the words to.

- I played Born to Run on my mouth organ.

- What?

You can play the mouth organ?

- I'd pay good money to see that.

- Oh, yes.

I'm quite brilliant at it, actually--which reminds

me of my favorite dad joke.

A mouse goes into a music shop and says,

do you sell mouse organs?

Do you know it?

And the shopkeeper says, that's weird.

We had one of your lot in here earlier asking

exactly the same question.

Oh, says the mouse, that must have been a harmonica.

- [chuckles] - You do know it.

- Yeah.

[laughter]

- Right, well, I think I've got just about enough room

for a pudding.

- Oh, great idea.

I'll go and get some menus.

- So what other musical talents have you got

hidden up your sleeve, then?

- Well, well, seeing as it's you,

I am a master of the spoons.

- [chuckles] Shut it.

- Hey, I am, watch, right.

[clattering] - Ow!

Ooh.

- Oh.

- Ooh.

I think I've really hurt myself.

- What's the matter, Glo?

- Who on Earth left that there?

- Well, I'm so sorry, I--

I didn't know where to put it.

- Look, I think we'd better get you to A&E.

- A&E?

What about Douglas?

- Oh, well, we used to have a dog.

We'll look after him.

We know what we're doing.

- Are you sure?

It's the least we can do.

- Come on, let's get you out of here.

- Go slow. - Oh.

- Ooh.

- He prefers coconut water to plain.

- He's in safe hands with us, Gloria.

- Now, watch that step.

- Oh, Glo.

- [groans]

- Now, sit down, sit down, sit down.

[mobile phone ringing]

- Hello?

Hi, Charlie.

No, I-I'll--be right there.

Okay.

There's been an incident at the shop.

I'm going to have to go.

- All right.

Well, I'll get Glo to A&E and I'll give you a call, okay?

- I'm so sorry, Glo.

- Don't be daft.

I'll text you if they have to amputate.

- [chuckles] I'll just get me bag.

- All right.

- Why on Earth did you offer to look after that stinking dog?

- You were the most wonderful mother to Tarquin, darling.

I thought you'd be only too pleased to help.

- Our Tarquin was a Kennel Club-registered

top pedigree toy poodle.

- Also, you leaving that bucket out

gives Gloria every reason to sue us.

And I don't want to give her one reason.

- All right.

When Patrick gets back, we'll take it back to the chateau.

But it is not getting on the furniture.

[sighs]

[somber music]

- Who is on the stretcher?

- Oh, Jean, it's terrible.

- What on Earth has happened?

- We got s from the cinema and the front door of the shop

was open.

Fifi was meant to lock up, so--

- So we went inside and Fifi was nowhere to be seen.

The door to the bathroom, it was locked.

So Simone kicked it in.

[banging]

As the door opened, this horrific smell came out

and Aunt Fifi was lying on the floor.

We dragged her out.

- And I closed the door immediately

and called the police.

- Good grief.

- The forensic team strongly suspect

the smell was a gas caused by bleach

being mixed with ammonia.

- Mustard gas?

- Precisely.

- And in an enclosed space?

- Deadly.

- Oh, she didn't stand a chance. [sobbing]

- It looks like a normal bottle of bathroom cleaner

was replaced with pure ammonia.

So when the two products mixed together,

it created the deadly gas.

- So somebody changed the bottle and locked her in?

- It would seem so.

We have a murder on our hands.

[piano melody]

[dog panting]

- You do know it's Thursday?

- I am very well aware of that.

- And you do know what Thursday means?

- I do.

But unfortunately, you invited that hairy mutt

to come and stay with us.

I'm going to have to burn these 800

thread Egyptian cotton sheets.

- Well, I wouldn't have had to if you

hadn't left the mop and bucket in the middle of the floor.

- I am not accustomed to domestic labor, Jeremy.

I did my best.

- Well, maybe your best wasn't good enough. [chuckles]

Darling.

- How dare you?

- I'm just stating facts.

- Are you, indeed?

- Well, one more fact from you and you

will be sleeping in one of the spare rooms tonight.

- On a Thursday?

[bang]

Oh--d--[sighs]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, thank you very much.

- You are very welcome.

- Oh, no.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, this could be the end of us, this.

- What do you mean?

- If you choose the wrong sauce for your bacon roll.

- Pfft.

[laughs]

- Hey, hey, hey.

This is no laughing matter, Missy.

I'm going to judge you very harshly

if you choose the wrong one.

- Are you now?

- Oh, okay, okay.

Let's just--let's just rip the plaster off, shall we?

On the count of 3, you grab the bottle you want.

- Right.

- 1, 2, 3.

Yes!

- Well, it's red sauce for bacon

and brown sauce for sausage, obvs.

- Obvs.

- [chuckles]

- You are very lovely.

Jean White.

- [chuckles] You're not so bad yourself, Dominic Hayes.

[doorbell dinging]

- Who's that?

- Oh, don't worry, I'll get rid of them.

- The police only let us back in our flat after midnight.

I can still smell it.

- Oh, Charlie, I didn't think--

- Simone and I hardly slept a wink.

- I'm so sorry.

You could have stayed here.

- Do you have any coffee--

not the English stuff in the jar.

- Yeah, I do. [mumbling]

- Ah, good morning, Dom.

- Oh, hi, Charlie.

I'm just unblocking this sink for Jean.

- Yes, I saw Madeline outside.

You are here early, no?

- Yes.

Well, you know me.

I love an early morning.

- [chuckles]

- [sighs] Merci.

- Bet you've not eaten either, have you?

Go on, help yourself.

- Thank you, Jean.

- No sauce.

- [sobbing]

I cannot believe.

Aunt Fifi was such a wonderful woman.

- Yes, she was--she was great.

- Was she your mom's sister or your dad's?

- Oh, neither.

She used to be my mom's best friend.

[sentimental music]

Unfortunately, my parents threw me

out when I was 17 after I introduced

my first girlfriend to them.

- I see.

- Fifi and her husband, Brian, they took me in for a while.

And we always kept in touch.

I heard that she was doing a bit

of cleaning in her retirement, and

that's why she works for us--

worked for us. [sobbing]

[mobile phone ringing]

- Excuse me.

Oh.

Good morning, Caron.

No, um, Charlie's here.

Yep, okay.

Yep, hang on.

Erm, Caron needs to talk to you, Charlie.

He needs you to go with him to Fifi's house because--

oh.

Okay.

Caron, um, we will both be seeing you shortly.

Okay, bye.

- [sniffles] Thank you, Jean.

- And Dom, [clears throat] are you all finished here now?

- Yes, yeah.

No, that's--that's all clear now.

I'd better get back to work. - Yes.

- I really--I don't need that, don't need that.

- Yeah. [clears throat]

- Right, yup.

- See you later.

- Have you--um, well, thank you.

Thank you very much, Dom. - Bye.

- Bye.

- [chuckles]

Swill to be had, my liege!

Oh.

[gentle music]

Douglas?

Douglas.

♪ ♪

Douglas.

♪ ♪

No.

How did I forget to shut that?

♪ ♪

Douglas!

- Oh, Judith!

Judith!

Wake up!

- What on Earth are you doing?

- The dog's escaped.

- What?

- It must have made a break for it in the middle of the night.

- He's not in prison, Jeremy.

[mobile phone ringing]

It's Gloria.

What shall I do?

- Don't say a word.

Tell her I've taken him for a walk.

- Hello, Gloria?

- Hiya.

Oh, I like your blouse.

- It's PJs, actually, but thank you.

- Oh, you're having a lie-in.

- Sorry?

- I bet Douglas loved that.

- How are you, Gloria?

- Oh, it's just the sprain.

I've got to keep off it for 24 hours.

How's my baby?

Has he been a good boy?

Can you bring him to the phone?

- Uh, Jeremy has just taken him for a lovely early morning

walk in the fields behind the chateau.

- Oh, thank you so much.

- Sorry, Gloria.

I've got another call coming in.

Speak later.

Oh, come on.

- I don't understand.

She was such a lovely lady.

- How long have you been neighbors?

- I was renting the house next door from her for six years.

She used to feed my cat when I was at work.

I teach history at the local lycée.

And she cleaned for me every week.

- [chuckles] She was obsessed with cleaning

when I lived with her, too.

I am her niece, Charlie.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- I'll take a look around.

- Did Fifi have any family?

- Her husband, Brian, died 10 years ago.

She had a half sister, Ines, who she doesn't speak to.

- Why?

- It was her sister's husband, Alan,

who set the rot between them.

And I totally understand why.

Alan could--how you say, Jean, start a fight in an empty room?

- [chuckles]

- I used to deal with him now and

then because him and Brian had a small auction

house in Biarritz.

But me and Alan, we never saw eye to eye, so.

- So what happened between them?

- Well, one night, Brian insisted

that Alan tried to steal something

from them in their own house when they came here for dinner.

- What did they try to steal?

- [sighs] I have no idea.

It was like a bomb going off in the family.

Alan denied it and that was that.

The auction house closed down and they never

spoke to each other again.

Brian is long gone.

And Fifi has lived here all alone ever since.

- Do you know where the sister and her husband live?

- I do, if they are still in the same place.

- Can you write it down for me?

- Of course, but the problem.

- Thank you.

Do you know of anyone who would want to kill Fifi?

- No, she was so loved.

Everybody adored her.

And she didn't have much, just these little old houses,

her state pension, and her cleaning money.

- And I don't believe our little old houses

are worth killing for.

- Oh, I didn't mean to cause offense.

I mean, they are very sweet houses.

- Maybe it's what's in the house that's worth killing for.

Charlie, come and have a look at this.

What do you think that is?

- Ahh?

Oh, mon Dieu.

I--I don't believe it.

- What is it?

- I think it's a bowl from the Qianlong dynasty in 1745?

- What does that mean?

- [chuckles] Approximately 50,000 euros.

- What?

- And I'm starting to think that Louise Moillon

that's propped up in the hall is real, too.

Know what else is in this little old house?

- Wow.

To be honest, I didn't visit her

here much since I was a teenager as I always

saw in the shop, but still.

- And there is only one living relative?

- Yes.

- I think we need to ask Fifi's sister Ines

and her husband Alan a few questions.

Isha, you and I will pay them a visit.

- Mm.

- Jean, I think you and Charlie should stay here and

see what else you can find.

- Oh, yeah, no problem.

- We might need to ask you some further questions.

But for now, thank you for your help.

- My pleasure.

Can I make you a drink?

- Oh. Yes, please.

That'd be lovely.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, it's the geometric process of energy exchange

that would form what we see and feel as the passing of time--

[dog barking]

[tires screeching halt]

[jazz music]

Sorry about that, just need to make

a quick emergency phone call.

♪ ♪

- I feel dreadful.

Imagine someone losing our Tarquin

while they were dog-sitting.

We would have never forgiven them.

- Tarquin would never have run away.

What kind of dog runs away from a chateau

and a Wedgewood water bowl?

- Well, what's that got to do?

[mobile phone ringing]

Dominic?

Oh, that's great news.

Dominic's found Douglas running in the fields.

- I told you, the dog is a moron.

- Where are you?

Right, we're on our way.

Come on.

[sentimental music]

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] There is never an easy way to break bad news.

But I'm afraid I have to tell you

that your sister, Madame Fifi Paige,

was found dead last night.

- What?

How did she die?

- We suspect she was murdered.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Must be a great shock.

- Even though she was my half sister, she has been dead to me

for years.

- We have heard that you don't speak.

We were told it was because you were accused

of stealing from her house?

- Oh, I suppose that was from her pretend niece, Charlie.

To be expected, I suppose.

We never got on.

- Well, it was never us that was doing the stealing.

- Pardon?

- Our license was threatened to be revoked from the auction

house because too many items over the years

had accidentally been misplaced.

- You suspected Monsieur Paige was stealing items?

- Well, very slowly, maybe one or two a year.

Brian blames the security I hired.

But I knew they all were as honest as the day is long.

People started losing faith in us.

- And it wasn't just little things.

Really expensive items disappeared.

- I did start to suspect Brian.

But he covered his tracks so well.

So when we were at his house for dinner one night,

I took an opportunity to explore.

After a search, I found two of the missing items and--

and I confronted him.

- He became enraged.

He said if Alan said anything, he would bring all four of us

down with him.

We left and never spoke to him again.

- [sighs]

I can clear my name at last.

- Where were you last night at 5:00 PM?

- We were both here at home.

- And you only have each other as an alibi?

- We will be in touch.

[piano tune]

- Is that a Grand Teddy tea-room painting?

- Edouard Vuillard, oui.

- I thought the third one was lost forever.

- [speaks French]

- So where was that hidden?

- Behind the wardrobe in the spare room.

- And how much is this worth?

- Oh, ballpark between 200,000, 300,000 euro?

- Mon Dieu.

But you two really know your stuff.

It's very impressive.

Did you study antiques?

My PhD is in French warfare.

So if you ever need an expert on that, give me a call.

- Oh, thank you, I will.

So what's the tally now, Charlie?

- Uh, with the paintings, the console table,

the Axminster rugs circa 1760, which

was rolled up under the bed in the spare room--

- And don't forget the Louise Moillon.

- Wait, um, almost 2 million euros.

- Wow.

- I honestly can't believe it.

I had no idea.

Where did it all come from?

[mobile phone ringing]

- [sighs]

Hello?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Charlie, are you okay?

- That was Fifi's solicitor.

- Go on.

- She has left everything to me.

Ines has been written out of the will.

- Oh.

- But we need something stronger than this.

Come next door.

- Okay.

- I need to tell Simone.

- Yeah, okay.

[gentle music]

- Oh, I didn't know how much I needed that.

Thank you. - Oh, my pleasure.

[mobile phone ringing]

- Oh, excuse me.

Hello, Caron?

Yeah, okay.

I've just got to take this.

- Yes, yes, of course.

- I had no idea how much I meant to her.

- Sometimes I think it's the quality

over the quantity of time we spend with someone that

makes the greatest impact.

- Mm.

She once knitted me a complete nativity set for Christmas.

- [laughs] Really?

- Mary, Joseph, the lot.

[laughter]

And the Kings were a little unusual,

but she did an amazing job with the sheep.

- She was quite the character.

- She never got over losing Brian.

They were real soulmates, so in love.

- Um, fantastic place you've got here, Pierre.

I bet those glass bottles are not from IKEA.

- Oh, [laughs] no.

My grandmother, she used to make the most amazing--

how you say--pickles. [laughs] I never had

the heart to throw them away.

- That was Caron.

Ines said something about Brian.

Can we just nip next door?

Sorry.

[gentle music]

- Mph.

[laughs] Oh.

♪ ♪

Time for you to come home, baby.

♪ ♪

- Douglas!

Douglas!

- Douglas, where are you?

You fool!

[phone notification dings]

- Oh, it's Gloria?

She said she's ready to have Douglas home.

- Tell her we are having the time of our lives

and we would like to keep him a while longer.

Oh! [thud]

- Oh, darling.

- Ow, uh.

♪ ♪

[phone notification dings]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

- I suppose it's a consolation that Fifi never got to know

that Brian was a thief.

She didn't have a clue about antiques.

- All this stuff will have to be

returned to its rightful owners, of course.

- Of course.

I don't want to inherit stolen goods.

It's bad karma.

- Right, I'm going to have one last sweep around

and then we'll call it a day. - Okay.

Simone should have been here by now.

We will give you a lift home? - Oh.

[doorbell dings]

- Ah, ma chérie.

- Right, I'll put the kettle on.

[tense music]

- [gasping]

[heaving]

- [grunting]

- Chérie!

- [grunting]

- What the hell?

- Alan?

- Can't it just live in the wild?

- He's a dog, darling.

- There are dogs that live in the wild.

- Not Gloria's dog, it drinks bloody coconut water.

[dog barking]

- Look, over there.

[gentle music]

- Douglas.

- Don't move, Douglas. - No, good boy.

- Stay.

- Stay, stay.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

We're so relieved to see you, boy.

- Look at him, not the tiniest bit of remorse

for what he's put us through.

Come along, Douglas. - Come on, Douglas.

- Time to go home.

- There we go.

- Where have you been all morning?

- [laughs] - Come along.

Good boy.

♪ ♪

- So you found out about the will and you attacked Charlie?

She's my dear friend, my business partner.

And she certainly does not deserve that.

- Fifi left me no choice, did she?

When we heard about Ines being written out

of his will and everything being left to your friend,

I just saw red.

- They did this to you. - You cannot--

- You must believe me. - No.

- Believe me, I must go.

It was the last straw.

I knew she would be at Fifi's house looking at her winnings,

so I thought I would pay her a visit.

It was nothing personal to your friend.

She just doesn't deserve it.

She's not even blood.

- Well, your methods of attack have certainly changed in 24

hours, I will give you that.

- I did not kill Fifi.

- So you did not replace her detergent with pure ammonia?

- I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.

- I think you and your wife went to the shop

yesterday, swapped her cleaning bottles,

locked her in the bathroom, and left her to die from the gas.

- I did not even know how she died.

And--and me and my wife were somewhere else at that time.

- Ah, yes, at home, with no one to confirm this.

- We can, actually.

- Go on.

- We were at the bureau de poste.

- Doing what?

- Cashing a check.

- What check?

- Brian's employee pension check.

- You were cashing a dead man's pension check?

So you never told them that he died for 10 years?

- Mon Dieu, that is low.

How did Fifi not know?

- It was a company pension me and Brian took out.

Fifi didn't have to know.

- It wasn't yours.

- He left us in poverty.

What were we supposed to do?

We were there at 5:00 PM like we are every Wednesday.

You can check with the bureau de poste.

Will I be able to claim back my half missing stock?

- Sorry?

- Our joint company paid for the stock.

Half of what it is worth is mine.

- The stolen goods will be returned

and the insurance companies will be informed.

I also have to remind you that pension theft is fraud.

It carries a hefty fine and sometimes a custodial sentence.

- Not to mention the assault on an innocent woman.

- All for the court to decide.

[somber music]

- [sighs] Well, if Alan's alibi checks out,

then we're right back at the beginning

as to who killed Fifi.

- It would seem so.

- I just got your message.

Are you okay?

- Uh--

- Dominic?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I didn't even know what was going on.

I mean, poor old Charlie, though.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you can let go of me hands now.

- Oh, sorry, sorry.

- Do you mind giving me a lift back to Fifi's?

I really want to finish the inventory for Charlie.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, not laying at my side, though, yeah?

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

- I've said it many times over the years, Mrs. Lloyd James,

we make quite the team.

- I want a hot shower, and I need to call my hairdresser.

- I think you look rather windswept and interesting.

- Jeremy, get me home.

- Yes, of course, darling.

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[somber music]

- Oh, Charlie, I'm so glad you're okay.

Is Simone with you?

Good.

I'm here now.

No, it's okay.

Dom's with me.

Yeah.

Okay.

Yep, yep.

I'll see you later.

Okay, bye.

- Blimey.

So Charlie's a very rich woman now, then?

- Oh, she's not actually.

She's got to give it all back.

And what I wouldn't have done to get my hands on--

- Oh, no.

[upbeat music]

He's escaped again.

- What?

♪ ♪

Oh.

♪ ♪

- No good trying to get away, mate.

You've been caught red pawed.

- [laughs]

- Yes, indeed.

- Douglas?

Huh?

[sniffs]

Douglas, I think you've found yourself a truffle.

[piano tune]

[gasps]

I bet those--those glass bottles are not from IKEA.

Oh, my goodness.

I knew they weren't pickle jars. [gasps]

- All right. All right.

Come on, let's get you home.

Come on. - Yeah.

- Are you going to be okay?

- Yeah, fine.

I'll see you later.

- The thing is, Jean--

- What?

- Well, I don't want to leave you

after what happened earlier.

I was really scared.

- What are you on about?

I'll be fine.

- Well, when you put it like that.

[laughter]

- Well, go on.

I'll speak to you if I need anything.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

Oof.

A regular little truffle factory.

♪ ♪

Good grief.

[tense music]

Mustard gas.

♪ ♪

[door creaking, clicking shut]

Oh.

Hi.

- You shouldn't be in here.

- I was just looking around Fifi's and--

this is not Fifi's shed, is it?

It's yours in your shared garden.

- Exactly.

- And you've been preserving very expensive truffles

in very expensive jars.

- Yes, well done.

- And I'm starting to think I'm not the first person

to have worked this out.

- I've had my lovely little job for two

years now, nearly have enough for a deposit for my house.

- And Fifi discovered your secret?

- Yes, that meddling old girl worked out what was going on.

She recognized my green jars were for preserving truffles.

- What, you actually killed her for it?

- Well, she wanted 60%.

[laughs] These are Périgord black truffles.

They're worth maybe 1,000 euros per kilo.

She said if I didn't agree, she was going to evict me.

I'm sorry, but she had to go. [chuckles]

- And you wouldn't have given her a smaller percentage?

- What?

- Well, the shed is on her land.

- We share the land!

She agreed that I could use her shed.

She said it would be my own private space.

She didn't even come in here.

It was her husband's place.

She agreed.

But oh, no, when she realized there was money to be made,

she wanted what I had worked so hard to build.

- Yes.

Well, that was very unfair, very unfair.

- Exactly.

It really was very unfair.

And do you know what, Jean?

I tried so hard to be kind.

Of course, I did.

I even paid her to clean my house.

[scoffs] She never stopped cleaning. [laughs]

It's hilarious, huh?

The irony, the thing that you love the most ends up

being the thing that kills you [laughs] because of course,

you know, she always used to clean

in the same old-fashioned planet killing way.

First, a ton of bleach, then a lot of detergent--oh,

it drove me mad.

- Mm, I'm sure.

So that's where you got the idea of how to kill her?

- Every time she left my house, it stank of bleach.

I was going to put some in her coffee, so she choked on it,

but it seemed too obvious.

And then it came to me.

I was preparing a new module for my students

about the Battle of Ypres in World War I.

Did you know, the Battle of Ypres

was the first time the Germans used mustard gas, hmm?

A simple mixture of bleach and ammonia.

My little idea started forming.

Then, of course, your shop was the perfect location.

She would be alone in an enclosed space

at the same time every week, cleaning

in her same old-fashioned way.

So thank you for that. [laughs]

But now, of course now that you know that, you will have

to die in the same way, hmm?

- [rapid breathing]

♪ ♪

[liquid dripping]

♪ Aaah ♪

Mm.

[coughing]

- [coughing]

♪ ♪

[bottles clattering]

[glass breaking]

- Help!

Help!

[banging]

- [coughing] Jean.

- [coughing]

- Come here, come here.

♪ ♪

- You are very lucky, Jean.

That scarf saved your life.

Pierre has not felt well from this at all.

- Yeah, thank god me granny always told me to carry

something if it got cold.

- And if you hadn't got them out, Dom--

- Yeah.

- Why did you come back?

- It was him.

Houdini escaped again, came back to finish

sniffing the truffles.

- [laughs] [coughing] Well, I owe

you one or two, then, Douglas.

- I better get back.

Have you been checked out by the paramedics?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. [clears throat]

- Good. Take your time.

But as you know, you will all need to be interviewed and

make a statement--

maybe not you.

[dog panting]

- Did he just crack a fairly funny joke?

- I'm not sure.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

- Where are you going now?

- Walk straight there.

- [speaking indistinctly]

Go sit in the hall.

That's it, in.

♪ ♪

- Mm, I'm shuttered.

- I'm not surprised.

It has been a bit of a day.

- You can say that again.

Don't.

- Yeah, I was.

Imagine, you're getting on with your day,

not realizing you were sat on millions.

- And literally.

You know that battered old chair in the lounge?

- Hmm.

- That was an actual Louis Majorelle, an Art Nouveau,

worth about 20,000 euros?

- You're joking.

- Mm-hmm.

Thank you for today.

You actually saved my life.

- Don't say it like that.

- Yeah, but you did.

- Yes, and I'm very glad that I did.

But I learnt something very important today about you,

Jean White.

- What's that, Dominic Hayes?

- That I should never, ever, ever listen to a single word

you say again.

- [chuckles]

- No, where would you have been right now

if I hadn't have come back?

Off you go, she says.

I'll be absolutely fine, she says.

- Is he telling another dad joke?

- Hello, Glo. [laughter]

- Hello, love. Are you feeling better?

- Yeah, I can walk.

- What?

It's a miracle.

- Oh, hello, fairy fun jobs. [laughs] Oh, I have missed you.

Oh--oh, thanks, you two.

Has he been a good boy?

- Absolutely no problem at all, a complete and utter joy.

- Hey, it's brilliant you got on so well.

My dog sister's just moved town,

so I'll be calling on you two now

if I need him looking after.

How lovely.

- Would be our pleasure.

- [chuckles] Thanks.

I'll have a white wine. - On the house.

- Oh.

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♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Aaah ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Passing through ♪