Original subtitles

♪

Top job sir. Thank you.

Vinnie is the best barber in Ste. Victoire.

A real master of his craft. I can tell.

Dom was feeling a bit down so I brought him in

for a bit of a pamper. I am sat right here, Jeremy.

My folks used to do that. Sorry?

Speak about each other as if they were invisible.

[chuckling] Oh, no we're just friends!

It's alright mate, you don't have to explain yourself.

You live round here? No, couple of villages down the coast.

I'm from Bermondsey originally but been here for years. You?

Yeah, we both do. Yeah, but not together!

No, no. Not together. I'm Dom, and this my lover, Jeremy.

Oh, very funny! I'm Jovan and this is my boy Freddie.

We're in Ste. Victoire to sell some old jewellery. Heard this

is the best place? It certainly is. What are you selling?

This.

There you go!

Have a look at this. [murmurs of approval]

Is that real? I don't know, that's what I need to find out.

It is truly beautiful! It certainly is.

I reckon it's worth a few quid. Where did you get it?

[dodgy] Now, now, that would be telling!

Well, you need to see our friend, Jean.

She'll get rid of it for you. I need a proper dealer mind.

She is! She's the best! Dom, give her a call. Now!

I've not seen her for a bit, she's been busy with stuff.

Alright, well just give him one of her cards!

I don't have a card on me! Of course you've got a card!

You keep them in your wallet, you've always got loads,

come on!

Oh, there's one.

Cheers, gents!

Much appreciated. Now, where did I put my keys? I--

[keys jangling] How did you--?

He gets that from me. [chuckling] Come on you!

Oh! Oh Vinnie, yes, before I forget.

Has my Fawcett's pomade arrived? I'm down to my last little bit!

Tomorrow morning I'm afraid, I'll message when it arrives.

Rightio... oh, Vinnie! Can you come here, please?

Is this hot follicle treatment over yet?

It's really beginning to chaff. Ah there, yes!

Good grief, Jeremy! Are you not ready yet?

We have dinner with the mayor at seven!

Hello darling! Hello.

[giggling] Hello Dominic. Look at you getting all beautified!

I only came in for a trim. What on earth is taking so long?

I just want to look my best for you, my love.

Any chance of a vodka, Vinnie?

♪

You're staying close to me, my lovely.

Freddie, shall we go for pizza or crepes?

Pizza Daddy please! Pizza it is.

Let's see what we can find, eh?

Right, we've got... what's it called down the road--

[struggling]

I haven't got anything!

[music intensifies]

[gasp]

[dramatic music]

Papa... Papa!

♪ Do you remember the first time

♪ That my eyes set on you

♪ Your smile came from nowhere

♪ For sometime never, or sometime soon

♪ The road is a long one

♪ I was only passing through

♪ I was only passing through

♪

The circus is in his blood.

His great grandad could ride a bike.

Oh... oh Douglas? [incredulous] Really?

When I got him, me and Dom taught him loads of tricks.

Shake a paw, sit, prance...

Prance? Dom taught him to trot on his hind legs.

[chuckling] Watch. Prance Douglas, prance.

His arthritis must be playing up.

I haven't seen Dom in a while.

He's been a bit flaky. Not like him.

Have you seen him?

No, no. Not recently, no...

[mobile phone ringing]

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got to take this. Course, love.

Hello?

Right. I'll be there asap.

Gloria, could you give me a lift to the hospital?

It is quite urgent. Oh, I can't love!

I've had too many of these.

Patrick got some peach schnapps in.

My mouth tastes like every fun pub I knew in eighties!

[chuckling] Can't see it catching on round here! Oh.

Oh, hello stranger! We were just talking about you.

Oh, were you? Yeah. I was telling Jean

you've been an international man of mystery recently,

nowhere to be found!

Don't be daft. Well you're here now and lucky for you,

your timing is brilliant, Jean needs an urgent lift

to the hospital. Oh, you ok?

Yeah, no... I'm fine, it's just Caron needs me there.

Oh, right. Eh!

Proper kismet this, isn't it? You turning up like this.

Well, if I can help, you know.

Yeah, that'd be great, thanks.

♪

Oh, just me and you, kid.

Another peach schnapps won't hurt, will it?

♪

[car engine slowing]

[brake cranking] So...

How've you been? Fine.

Claudie ok? Yeah, she's just been promoted.

Oh Dom, that's wonderful!

You must be thrilled! Yeah.

Yeah, I am. Really thrilled.

Well, let's go in then.

Do you want me to come in with you?

You're here aren't you? You may as well.

[belts clicking]

[monitor beeping]

Hiya! I cam as fast as I could.

Thankyou Jean. Dom... Hiya!

The man in this room has been stabbed

with, what we believe to be a stiletto knife.

Oh, wow. A what?

Oh it's a pencil thin flick knife

originally created in Italy in the late Middle Ages,

ad it was to get through the chain mail armour

of marauding knights. Like you said, 'wow'.

All his vital organs are still mainly intact,

so he has a fighting chance. Well that's good.

So why am I here? He had your business card on him.

I thought maybe you would recognise him.

Oh!

[monitor beeping]

Erm... I've never seen him before in my life!

He apparently has no other relatives apart from his dad,

so I'm waiting for a social worker to stay here overnight.

I think I know where this bloke got your card from.

[monitor beeping]

His name's Jovan. I gave him your card

in the barbers earlier. He wanted to sell

a bird jewellery thing he had on him and Jeremy said

he should go to you to flog it. 'A bird jewellery thing'?

Yeah. You must have found it on him?

Proper sparkly thing. We found nothing.

But...

We have recently received some information

that could be linked.

Yes.

There has been a huge jewel robbery

at an exhibition across the Spanish Border in Pamplona

based on the 'Dove of Peace'.

Interpol have put feelers out everywhere. Oh...

And you think that this fella might be part of the gang?

Maybe he took a little souvenir that he shouldn't have

and they want it back?

Dom, do you mind going back to the station with me

to identify what you saw? No, not at all.

I only saw it for a few seconds, though.

Jean, your expertise would be useful

for the identification also? Of course!

I will wait here with the boy until Social Services arrive.

Erm... Freddie.

Pardon? The little lad's name is Freddie.

Merci.

♪

[sad sigh]

[music continues]

♪

Oh! Right, that's us.

Thanks for the schnapps love. Are you sure I can't tempt you

with another? Plenty more where that came from.

I've got to be honest Patrick,

I just can't quite make my mind up about this drink.

How do you mean? It reminds me

of those alco-pops in the nineties.

Oh I remember them, bloody dangerous. Yeah!

One minute you were sipping what tastes like lemonade

at a festival, next minute you are waking up

on a mate's futon and you've missed three days work!

Well, I'm sticking with it. It'll catch on, believe me.

[Gloria chuckles]

[bottles clinking]

[music darkens]

Oi! Hands off!

Shut your mouth woman! Right, that's it Otto,

that's your final warning! Get out and stay out!

Oh come on Otto! Give me a break!

We all know your mother's from Birmingham! OUT!

And everyone knows you are just an old jailbird.

You will regret this... Patrick Hayes.

Big time!

Like the man said, get out!

♪

[thud].

'Get your hands off me!' [angry exchange]

'Go!'

At last, well done, Patrick.

That man Otto is a pest to all women.

Dom, it might be easier if you sit next to me. [slaps table]

Er... right!

[dismissive] Jean, you will have to stand.

Interpol sent us images of all the items

stolen during the Pamplona robbery.

Oh, look at the lapidary on that. I beg your pardon?

It's the art of gemstone cutting.

Comes from the old French word 'lapidaire',

meaning 'one skilled in working with precious stones'.

Oh! That's it, I think.

Are you sure? Well, I can't be absolutely sure

as I only saw it for a few seconds, but...

Yeah, that looks like the thing he had on him. Proper sparkly.

Ooh, it's an 18th century classic Saint Esprit dove.

Very, very popular over here. Value?

Mm, I'd say between 3500- 4000 euros.

You're joking! He had it wrapped in a bit of old cloth!

So, this exhibition...

... it was all different version of the Saint Esprit?

Yes, but this is the biggest lead we have had.

I will inform Interpol.

Thank you for your help, Dom.

Oh, I mean I just pointed it out.

Jean... knew what it was.

I will call you in the morning if there is any progress.

Right. Right.

♪

[water lapping]

[car engine slowing]

[brake cranking]

Well, I'm glad I'm on the right side of her, I tell ya that.

You've always been on the right side of her.

She's your biggest fan.

And a damn good copper. Yeah, that she is.

So... how have you been?

Yeah, alright, yeah. Great.

Did you end up selling that Waterloo painting for Glo?

Yeah, I did actually! To a couple from Surrey.

Good job, cos Glo had spent the money

before the ink was dry on the receipt!

She loves a shop, does our Glor! Yeah.... mmhmm.

Well, anyway. I better...

What about Charlie and Simone, they alright?

Yeah, yeah. They're great. They're on uhm...

They're on holiday in Cyprus, at the moment.

Lovely... yeah.

It's amazing how well it's turned out for them after...

... all that trouble they went through.

Right... the old place hasn't changed much, has it?

Well, what exactly did you expect in three weeks?

Three weeks, one day

and approximately seven hours actually.

Look Jean...

I just wanted to say...

I never meant to-- [phone blares]

[jaunty music]

It's Claudie.

You'd better answer it. Yeah.

Yeah, see ya, Dom.

[car door slams] See ya, Jean.

[trashy ringtone continues]

Hello, darlin'. How are you?

[car door slams]

♪

[knocking on window]

Morning, Vinnie. Morning, Caron.

I have postponed appointments for half an hour. Thank you.

How is Jovan? Still stable.

That's something.

This is my colleague, Jean White.

She is helping me with the enquiries. Bonjour. Bonjour.

So a few questions...

Was Jovan a regular customer?

Sort of, maybe a few times a year?

He is a bit of a... 'wide boy' ex- pat Brit.

Always trying to sell something to my customers.

Was it always jewellery? No, anything.

I had to put a stop to it once when he opened a bag

with loads of shirts with the electric tags still on them!

Proper old school!

It is understood he had something very different

on him this time.

The bird?

You saw it? Yeah, he showed it to us.

It was... beautiful.

The wings looked like they were real diamonds.

What made you think they were real diamonds?

The stones were almost transparent.

Oh, so you know your precious stones, then Vinnie?

[chuckling] You can't help but pick up

the odd antique term living in Ste Victoire.

Everyone's an expert eh? Yeah, very true. [chuckles]

Unfortunately we did not find it on him.

We assume that's why he was assaulted in the first place.

Right.

Do you know which village Jovan was from?

I'm not sure. But I do know he is

a single parent to his boy, Freddie.

He was always with him.

To be honest, it used to worry me.

Jovan being a single parent?

No! The boy always being with him.

I'd say 'shouldn't that boy be in school?'

And he would say 'he goes to the school of life'.

No replacement for a good education. Exactly!

That will be all for now. Thank you, Vinnie.

Anything I can do to help.

Goodbye. Bye.

[door latch snaps]

Jovan is obviously on the wrong side of the law.

So you do think he was involved in the jewel robbery?

Potentially. Pamplona is not that far away,

just across the border.

I will need to question him the moment he wakes up.

'If' he wakes up. If he doesn't,

then it becomes a very different crime.

[car door opens]

[church bell ringing]

[chuckling] Says here there's a hose-pipe ban at home again.

That must be driving them all mad! Home?

Darling, we have been here for nearly forty years.

England is hardly home now, is it? I think I would

crash the car if I had to drive on the left again.

It's always home...

[dramatically] 'There's some corner in a foreign field'...

Do give it a rest darling, who are you trying to kid?

Last time we went 'home' you moved the flights forward

so we had to fly back two days early.

AND I wanted to pop into Harrods!!

I find this rather therapeutic you know?.

What's that darling? Origami.

[rapping on wood]

[outraged] Oh!

I believe you were barred yesterday

by our landlord, Otto Moncrief.

I'd kindly ask you to go away. You mean your 'ex' landlord?

What on earth are you talking about man?

I have here the papers to revoke his licence.

How dare you!

Patrick has a licence, stamped by the Mayor herself!

Otto, please leave, or I'll call the police.

Call away! But I just wanted to let you know

that you are not the landlord here anymore.

I think you'd better leave, pal. Your licence...

has been revoked, because Mr and Mrs Lloyd-James here

did not declare your prison record when they applied.

So... it looks like you are out of a job.

Such a shame. [nasty chuckle]

Did you declare his record? I didn't think it would matter!

Who we employ is our decision isn't it? No.

Not in this district of France. Madame.

Monsieur.

Au revoir. Ciao...

Right! If that's how he wants to play it!

Follow me everyone!

[chairs rattling]

It's an absolute travesty. Surely he can't do this?

I was very up front about my prison record.

DOM: He was, honestly. One at a time please!

Show me the document.

I don't shout about my time inside

but I'm not ashamed of it! I learned a lot.

Made me the man I am today.

We may not have been THAT transparent

with this part of Patrick's past.

It didn't cross my mind to mention it!

The man's done his time! [unconvincing chuckle]

Yes, you have had your licence revoked.

And under our local law, it is pretty water-tight.

Hang on a minute!

How on earth has he managed to do this so quickly?

Moncrief is a creep, but he has friends in high places, and has

always managed to stay just on the right side of the law.

How very vindictive of him!

I am so sorry Patrick. I will keep these papers,

and see if there is anything I can do, but...

it isn't looking good.

[worrying music]

We will need to question him, when he has been checked.

It's becoming increasingly obvious, that Jovan is a thief.

It certainly looks that way.

The term 'wide-boy',

is that a British way of saying he was a criminal?

Yeah but, a petty one.

But a criminal, nevertheless.

When he wakes, we will caution him

and get to the bottom of this.

'What if he ends up in prison?'

'That poor little boy!'

'His dad is all he's got in the world!'

♪

[downbeat music]

I popped a brandy in, for the shock.

I got her as quick as I could! Yeah, I texted her.

How are you doing? I'm alright.

[emotional] I'd SUCH a lovely time here!

[sniffs]

You're going... nowhere! It's a disgrace.

We CAN'T go back to the bad old days, before Patrick.

We're terrible at this, Patrick.

It'll take an age to find someone like you.

Eh... I'm not sure Patrick's that thrilled

about losing his job either, guys.

Oh, it happens every time. No matter what I do,

no matter how far I travel.

What does? The past catches up on me.

I REALLY thought I was meant to be here.

I thought, oh! This is my second chance.

[deep sigh] Clearly it wasn't.

Well, can't you stay on behind the bar?

Patrick please?! Same pay? Just until we sort things out.

Yeah, I'll stay till you get someone else, Jeremy, but,

but I've been here before.

[angrily] As soon as people find out!

[makes crashing noise] That's it.

[sad music]

I'll be back!

Huh?

Au revoir.

[disgusted sigh]

♪

[car door slams]

[engine hums]

Ciao, ciao!

Alright Gloria, I'm coming! Right.

[sigh] I'm just nipping to La Couronne.

Gloria's outside. Something has happened with Patrick,

and she is in a terrible tizz. Of course.

[mobile buzzing]

Jean, can you stay for a moment. It's Pamplona.

What's happened? That was the Pamplona police.

The entire Saint Esprit dove collection has been found.

All of it? Yes, every last item.

It was an inside job and the culprit has been arrested.

So what was Jovan carrying that he nearly died for?

I have no idea. Dom identified it.

It doesn't make sense.

He identified something.

It obviously wasn't that.

[sighing] Let me think.

Oh... and you speak Spanish?!

Si.

You kept that quiet!

[Caron sighs]

[belts unclicking]

Honestly Jean, brace yourself,

Patrick looks like a kicked puppy.

I'm surprised Dom didn't text you first.

Well, he knows what good mates you and Patrick are, doesn't he?

Huh...

He's going to be devastated.

Since Claudette left he's loved having Patrick around.

[sad] I know.

He's going to have no family here at all.

[Jean sighs]

Eh, don't worry, love.

He's got us. We're practically family aren't we?

His Ste Victoire family! Yeah, course we are.

It's just not fair. Patrick's done his time,

he should be allowed to move on.

What did he do time for? Embezzlement.

Oh... He told me when we were having a Floyd night.

Oh, is Patrick teaching you to cook?

What?!

Keith Floyd? The chef? No, Pink Floyd, the band.

Oh right. I shouldn't really say this but,

Dark Side of the Moon certainly brought out

the dark side of Patrick's memories. I see!

But that shouldn't affect what he's doing now!

He's completely turned the pub around.

It's never been as busy. You are right.

And when you know better, you do better.

And that is exactly what Patrick's done.

Apart from the music box. What?

Oh! Maybe I shouldn't say, but...

you know when Celine's music box went missing

the Christmas before last? Yeah.

Patrick took it.

You're joking?! Mmmm.

Archie, his grandson, made him put it back.

How do you know? Well, Archie told Dom and Dom told me.

But... he put it back, right?

[unsure] Yeah, yeah... yeah.

Anyway, the person I am most worried about is Dom.

Come on! Yeah. [car door opening].

Now you listen to me, young lady.

It was absolutely not your 'fault'!

That man made a choice to behave badly

and I will not have that sort of predatory behaviour

on my premises.

The days when a man could pinch a woman's behind

just because he felt like it, are gone!

Things have changed!

I made some sandwiches.

Well... some things have.

I've told Jean everything. Eh?!

Oh, hiya. Hiya, you alright?

No, no I'm gutted.

Not as gutted as Patrick is. What's wrong with Jane?

Oh, she somehow thinks she's to blame

for Uncle Patrick losing his job. No way!

Otto is to blame. No one else. Exactly! Exactly!

Do you want a hand, Uncle Patrick?

What? Oh no, no. I'm fine.

There must be something we can do?

JUDITH: Right! That's it! No more pots of tea!

I think we could all do with a stiff drink!

Oui. No, no Jane. You sit there. I'll get the drinks.

I'll give you a hand, darling. Thank you.

Things must bad if Judith's working voluntarily.

[chuckling] Very true. Don't worry, love.

We're all right here for both of you. Aren't we Jean?

Yeah, yeah, we are.

Thanks.

He loved this job, you know. He's like a changed man.

I know love.

I just like having him around, you know?

JUDITH: Right, everyone, now for medicinal purposes only...

Help yourselves!

Thanks.

[glasses knocking on counter]

[ping]

[keyboard clacking]

♪

Papa... Papa!

[whispers to Caron]

I am sorry...

[faintly] Oh, my boy. Daddy, I'm sorry.

I took the birdie.

I just wanted to show you how good my fingers were getting!

♪

Call the doctor!

It has been an absolute joy.

Will you stop talking historically old chap?

Precisely. You are going nowhere.

I'm so sorry Dom.

He helped me through my empty nest syndrome

when Claudie left. I know love.

I'm just gonna miss him, that's all. Ahhh.

Come 'ere!

[comforting groan]

[phone buzzes]

'Darling, can you get us all another drink? Yes!'

Oh... no. I've got to pop out.

Where on earth are you going?!

Well, I need to pick up my Captain Fawcett's hair pomade

from Vinnie, before he closes. Really darling?

- Does it have to be now? - Darling, I'm down to my last application

and it's early closing. I promise I'll be straight back!

English hair pomade imported by a French man? That's a first!

Vinnie's not French, he's Polish,

that's why his vodka is so fantastic.

Polish?

'The bird?' It was beautiful.

'The wings looked like they were diamonds.'

Erm...

Jeremy, do you mind if I come along?

Erm, there's a few questions I forgot to ask Vinnie earlier.

Of course! It's not far, we'll walk.

Great!

♪

[determined sigh]

Jean... I'm a little worried about Dom.

How do you mean? He and I always have a good laugh

but recently, it's like his light has gone out.

And then of course, all this with Patrick.

I mean, he is the best chap I've ever known.

I'm not sure what I can do about it?

Do you think it's Claudie? I wouldn't know.

You are his best friend in the whole world, Jean.

If you can't reach him, no-one can.

[birds singing]

Oh, of course!

I thought it was like a trendy 90's name,

but 'Boyz' is a... it's a Polish surname! [chuckling]

It's a gentleman's barber, Jean!

I'm not 13.

[door creaking] Ah-ha!

Thanks for letting me know, Vinnie! Ah, Jeremy!

One moment please. Afternoon!

Ah!

You're a good man, Vinnie. Pleasure as always, Jeremy.

How's Jovan doing?

Well, I shouldn't really be telling you this,

but there has just been a bit of a development. Really?

Jovan? That name rings a bell...

You were in with him yesterday! He got mugged last night.

Fighting for his life in hospital.

Oh, yes! He was trying to sell that diamond bird thing!

Oh dear! Yes well, we thought that diamond bird thing

was the reason he got mugged.

But it turns out that his little boy, Freddie,

had sneaked it in his pocket all along. No! Really?

So it must have been a random mugging after all?

We'll find out soon. He's just regained consciousness.

[sigh] Well, that's something!

The diamond bird is not part of any robbery.

It's totally legit so it's back in Jovan's possession

and he is totally in the clear.

He's not been discharged yet?? Oh no!

No, no. He's in the acute medicinal ward,

it'll be a few days yet. They're playing it safe.

Understandable. All's well that end's well then, eh?!

Thanks, Vinnie!

Oh! [door closes]

That face rings a bell! Is he royalty?

King John 3rd... of Poland obviously.

I am a bit of a buff on our Royals.

[both fake laugh]

Bye! Bye.

I'll follow you back to the pub Jeremy.

I've just got to make a phonecall. Very good.

[mysterious music]

Caron? It's me.

[crickets singing]

[foreboding music]

[door buzzing]

[music intensifies]

[latch clicks]

♪

[gotcha music twang]

So...

... this is what you wanted.

Your very own holy grail.

This is how I see it.

You shut your shop up and waited outside the hotel for Jovan.

'Pizza Daddy, please! Pizza it is. Let's see what we can find.'

[muttering]

We thought he'd been stabbed by a stiletto knife,

but he'd actually been stabbed

by your very own professional hairdressing scissors,

hadn't he? Hmmm?

And in front of his own child.

Why would you stab a father in front of his own son?

I think I know Caron.

You thought you'd found the Eagle

from the Royal Casket didn't you?

The Royal Casket?

In 1800, the Polish princess Izabela Czartoryska,

well, she created 'The Royal Casket'.

And it contained seventy-three precious relics

which represented the history of the Polish royal family.

And the Eagle was one of these? According to legend,

she stole it from Frederick II,

who was King of Prussia at the time.

And where is the casket now?

Well, in the Second World War

it was hidden from the Nazis in a palace out-building

which was bricked up. But unfortunately,

a man who worked for the family betrayed them

and well, the entire collection was plundered.

None of the seventy-three items have ever been found.

Until now!

I have seen thousands of Polish eagles.

But never one with wings of such pure diamonds.

I had to know for sure.

The casket has been my lifelong passion.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it.

My heritage being plundered by a cheap thief in my own shop!

Are you going to tell us what happened, Vinnie?

[emotional] I really didn't mean to stab him.

[struggle]

But he was strong and resisted.

[desperate gasp]

Then, when I couldn't find the eagle...

I ran.

[frantic panting]

'Papa? Papa?'

Unfortunately, Vinnie, this isn't what you think it is.

[rueful sigh]

You are wrong.

No. Do you see how the diamonds are so prominent? That's

That's because of the method used to mount the stones.

This is called 'The Mystery set'.

And it was patented by Van Cleef and Arpels...

... in 1933.

Don't get me wrong, it's a very expensive piece of jewellery,

but it is far too young to have been part of the Royal Casket.

That's the trouble with amateurs, Vinnie.

A little bit of knowledge can be a dangerous thing.

You risked a man's life...

... a father's life!

And you got it completely wrong.

♪

[chatter]

[music continues]

Oh, thanks! I'm starving.

How's it going? [she sighs]

It was Vinnie who stabbed Jovan. Vinnie!

No way! All because of that bird diamond thing? Yeah!

How's Jovan? He's regained consciousness

and he's going to be fine. That's good.

Why did do it? Well... he jumped to the wrong conclusion

and thought it was something it wasn't.

Jean, I-- Dom, you don't have to say...

No, no. I think I do.

Georgina... the way she was.

It scarred me.

You know? I didn't think I could trust anyone ever again.

Then you came along.

It's just a momentary lapse into bad habits, that's all.

Sorry for being daft, I didn't-- Look!

Dom, I could have been more understanding.

No, no, it was all me... No-- [loud whistle]

Bon soir, huh?

Hey! Get out, you're still barred.

I said, GETOUT. I was invited... jailbird.

Oh! Caron...

Well, and here are the authorities.

But you don't like them very much do you Patrick Hayes?

It's all yours.

Bon soir Otto! Thank you for coming.

My pleasure. I thought you might like

seeing the reinstating of La Couronne's landlord.

Here is your licence, Mr Patrick Bradley.

'Bradley'? That's my birth name, how did you know?

A simple search for your birth certificate.

I needed it to access your records in England.

You were named Patrick Bradley at birth

then your name was changed to Hayes when you were adopted

at two years of age. And it still exists?

It certainly does. I didn't know you were adopted?!

Neither did I son for a long time, and then,

when I was about sixteen, I asked my mum why it was

that the rest of my family

was so tall, and I'm not and eh...

I got my answer! But...

... how is this gonna help?

It gave me an idea of how to get round this stupid local law.

Go on. I figured...

... Patrick Bradley never went to prison, did he? No.

He has no prison record?

Hey! You can't do this! Oh, I already have.

And it's perfectly legal loophole,

so don't go running to your shady friends on the council.

Yeah, you are barred!

[laughing] Barred!

You're barred! [laughter]

Bravo! [applause]

♪

Dom! No, no. Don't say a word.

I'm-I'm sorry, but... Eh...

I messed up, Jean.

These past few weeks have been hands down,

the most miserable few weeks of my entire life.

I just... I just want another chance.

I know you'd never let me down. You never let anyone down

and I feel like an idiot for even questioning that.

I'm sorry too, Dom.

I was just so upset that you would even think that.

But I've been really miserable too.

Come here. [relieved sigh]

[laughter]

JEREMY: Well, thank the Lord for that!

I don't think I could have stomached your sad little faces

a minute longer. Wait... You all knew?

Ste. Victoire's worst kept secret! Everyone knows!

[Jean laughs] Ahhh.

Alright! But I bet you didn't know about this.

Jean White... [she gasps]

Will you marry me?

[sobbing]

[emotional] Yes! Yes, I will marry you!

[music surges]

[Jean sobs]

[joyous laughter]

Champagne, everyone!

Eh, don't you mean prosecco, darling?

No, this is a special occasion,

let's crack open the good stuff! Ho, ho!

Very good! More Dom Perignon for my friends!

[excited, happy chatter]

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

♪