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DOORBELL RINGS

OK, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Do you know what time it is?

Good morrow, fair maiden.

I bear a felicitous message from thou'st most beloved sister.

Oh, Lia.

Lia sent you. OK, go on, then.

"My lady is in love and requests thou'st presence to witness

"the joyful event of her becoming betroth... ed."

What?

Lia's getting married?

She's...

Well, when?

Who... who? Why?

Doesn't actually say. Sorry.

Um...

"But thou has-est the greatest-est honour of being her maid.

"Of honour.

"And you better not mess it up."

OK.

Oh!

Thank you.

She wants me to be her maid of honour.

Oh, wow.

Thanks.

Oh! Actually, before you go, can I just ask,

what did you think of my performance?

- Performance? - As your Bard-O-Gram.

They demand that we go really big on the whole Shakespeare thing

but I worry I pushed it too far,

maybe lost the emotional heart of the message.

How would you rate me on a scale of zero to Dame Judi?

Oooh. I don't... I don't...

Good morrow.

Yeah, I reckon that was a solid eight.

Oh, good for Lia!

And how sweet she wants you to be her maid of honour.

Sweet? She's just rubbing it in.

You're just jealous because she's getting married

and you're being left on the shelf?

"Left on the shelf." Hello, it's not the 1950s.

I have chosen to be single for a while,

and now, I'm choosing to be

the best maid of honour anyone's ever had.

- Well done for being the bigger person. - Thank you.

Obviously I want her big day to go well,

and, of course, it's all about her.

But...

Well, I also need to turn up with

a drop-dead gorgeous plus one on my arm.

MAN CHUCKLES

Anyway, before bridesmaid of Frankenstein arrived,

you were telling me about this audition.

Ooh, yes, well,

you know, I'm not one to strum my own lute,

but I think they were quite impressed.

Is this the one for the big Hollywood film?

Mm. It's a six-day shoot in LA

on the same backlot used by all the greats.

I could be walking in the footsteps of Gable and Garbo.

Can you imagine?

I'm going to keep all my fingers and toes crossed.

Brrughh!

Remember you have a 9am.

Oh, Lu,

you might find this case rather useful.

Hmm.

Er... Upon My Soulmates?

It's a high-end match-making service with an 87% success rate.

What? Right here in town?

Yeah, it's run by Helena and Bertrand Roberts,

and they've got a unique soulmate-finding system.

And you signed up for this did you, Mr... erm... Ward?

Yes. Please call me Roland.

I did, yeah, and I'll be honest with you,

I haven't had the most luck when it comes to the opposite sex.

- Oh. - That's a surprise.

Now, the Roberts say that you'll

find your soulmate or they'll give you your money back.

- Do they, really? - Mm.

Let me guess, you didn't match with anyone?

Oh, no,

I found the love of my life.

Violet Lafew.

During the weekend we really clicked,

and, eventually, I presented to her...

...my Cupid's Arrow.

Ahhh.

And she gave me hers in return.

Aw, that's so...

That's... That is lovely.

It's the most magnificent thing I've ever owned.

But we were supposed to meet up a week later.

But she didn't turn up?

Well, her phone was disconnected,

and then I saw her playing

a dead body in an old episode of Doctors.

Oh, right. So you think she was maybe acting all along?

I really don't know. Maybe.

So do you want us to try and get your money back?

Absolutely not. No. Because the thing with Violet and I,

is what we have is real.

I just need to know the truth.

Will you help me?

- Mm. - Mm.

Aw, they do look happy. Maybe it was a genuine love?

Oh, come on! It's obviously a scam.

I love a romance as much as the next person,

but according to this background check, Bertrand Roberts

and accomplice were accused of fraud back in 2023.

Nothing was proven but...

Ah, no smoke without fire.

This Violet's obviously one of his ringers.

Yeah, she's probably given her golden arrow to dozens of men.

- All right, say you were right. - I am.

And you were match-makers

and you needed to find actors for a job,

no questions asked, where would you go?

Oh. Um...

Maybe End's Well Talent?

It's an agency that specialises in acting adjacent roles.

Proper bottom-of-the-barrel stuff.

Are you on their books, are you?

"Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst."

No, my friend Bea is.

I'll give her a call.

Oh. Upon My Soulmates is holding

a singles event this afternoon. Shall we sign up?

See if Violet still works there?

- Makes sense. - All right.

I'll meet you at the agency now.

She reckons she'll be able to get me in.

MOBILE RINGS

Buzzy, buzzy Bea!

Sorry, sorry, yes.

This is Sebastian Brudenell.

A second audition?

You mean I have a recall?

Ohhh! Um...

Ahem.

Hello, yes. No, no, no, no, I'm interested.

When do you need me?

This afternoon?

Oh, no, it's just there was something else I had to do.

Hi! Hello. Hope I'm not late.

I wasn't expecting any more attendees today. Do come in.

A couple of last-minute sign-ups, my angel.

Everyone deserves a chance to find their soulmate.

Of course, my love.

Sorry, Bertrand Roberts.

- Jeff. - Hi. Paige.

Hi. You've met my beautiful wife, Helena. The love of my life,

the light of my heart.

Sorry for the confusion,

it's just I normally stagger people's arrival times.

That way, prospective matches don't see each other until

they're changed.

What do you mean, changed?

- I feel like the Phantom of the Opera. - I feel like Nicole Kidman.

Oh!

Listen, as soon as we get a break,

we'll take a look around.

We need to make contact with Sebastian.

He's not coming.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh, Sebastian's friend, Beatrice, Bea.

Hello. Or should I say, good morrow, fair maiden?

Oh. You were my Bard-O-Gram.

Your Bard-O-what now?

She... she was the one that told me about Lia.

Yeah, I didn't want to say this morning,

cos I was in character, but Seb talks about you both all the time.

Have we met?

I'm sure I've seen your face before.

Where is Sebastian? Is he OK?

Oh, he's better than OK.

He got a call-back for that film.

So what's with the get-up? What kind of singles event is this?

I think we're about to find out.

Welcome all. As you may have guessed,

we're a very different matchmaking agency.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Our unique sensory soulmate finding system gets results.

After all, it worked for us. Didn't it, my darling?

Just over a year ago, I was at a party, there was a power cut.

It was pitch-black.

But suddenly I heard a voice, like an angel.

Everything was heightened. The sound of his voice,

his breathing, his touch.

The smell of her hair.

We didn't know what the other looked like,

or even their name, but by the time the lights came on...

We were in love.

Are they for real? Get a room.

This contains your registration forms.

All the details that used to be so important -

what you look like,

what you do for a job, where you live.

And it's useless.

Here we'll teach you to connect like we did.

These are your Cupid's Arrows.

At the end of the event,

present them to the person you feel most drawn to.

Come on, take one. That's it, don't be shy.

Drawn to? We can't see their faces.

How do we know whether they're hot or not?

I think that's probably the point.

I'm Paige, by the way.

Ah, Mariana.

Hi.

So Paige,

are you looking for the love of your life?

Honestly? I think I'll just settle for a plus one

- for my sister's wedding. Oh. - How about you?

My husband left me

a couple of years ago. If you can believe it.

No, I'm sorry.

One minute we were watching Alcaraz

win his first Wimbledon title,

the next he was gone.

But you can't keep a good woman down.

I'm secretly hoping Roger Federer might be behind one of these masks.

Your first activity focuses on aural chemistry, your voices.

But remember don't give away any details about your job,

wealth or personal appearance.

This is about going deeper,

finding a real, meaningful connection.

So, ladies and gentlemen, take your seats,

and may Cupid's Arrow strike its mark.

LOUD BONG

There's a vast amount of strategy involved.

I've fought ice demons,

orc princesses, even, even fire dragons.

Ooh.

- Hello. - Hello, there.

I know I can't ask you anything about your job,

but what sort of car do you drive?

Erm...

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.

How's it going, dollface?

Are you shaking down suspects till you find this missing dame?

Oh, wait, it is ooooooooooooon.

Sorry, my only experience of this stuff is

a production of Bugsy Malone at

the Lyceum Theatre in Slough.

I played Blousey.

Er...

- Hello. - Hi.

I'm Cassius.

I'm Lu. Erm, sorry, I'm Paige.

So Paige, tell me about yourself.

Me? You want to hear about me? Oh, that's nice,

cos most of the men here,

they've kind of been monologuing at me.

Well, I prefer to listen.

You never know what you might learn.

And, well besides, you have a beautiful voice.

Really? Don't know about that.

Why don't you tell me

the values that are most important to you in a partner?

Wow, OK, going straight in there with the big questions, are you?

Ooh, let me think. OK.

I suppose integrity would be right up there

because I've been burned before, you know.

And maturity.

I'd like to not be the only grown-up in the room, you know.

And spontaneity, I'd like somebody spontaneous, you know?

And then, erm... I... Oh, sorry.

I'm monologuing now, aren't I?

Oops! Sorry. What about you?

Tell me about you. What are you looking for?

Well, a positive outlook on life is key.

I like good food

and travelling, so I'd want them to be able

to appreciate that as much as I do. Tick.

And I definitely want someone who can make me smile.

GONG CHIMES

Oh, really?

Well, you know what they say, big nose...

Oh, sorry, I was just looking for the toilets?

It's fine, we were just...

Checking someone's details. Yes, yeah.

I know I said that they weren't important

but when it comes to admin it's a little different.

Come on, my angel,

let's get ready for the next activity.

Of course, my love.

After you.

The toilet's just down the corridor, on the right.

Oh, yes, of course. Thank you.

As I was saying before,

everyone deserves their chance to find their soulmate.

Of course.

Oh, hello.

Hello, Sorry. I was, erm, just looking for the toilet.

Which this isn't it, clearly.

Paige?

Cassius?

I was waiting for an important call, so I snuck in here for some privacy.

You know we really shouldn't be doing this.

Doing what?

Talking without our masks on.

Oh, right, yeah.

I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.

Oh, no.

MOBILE BUZZES

Sorry. I really need to take this. Do you mind?

No. You do you!

I'll be looking out for you in the next game.

Yep.

We are now going to focus on the senses of tacticion

and olfaction.

In complete silence, I want you to stroke the arm of

the person in front of you.

Feel the sensations it brings.

We asked you to bring in

a piece of pre-worn clothing.

If you sense a connection with your partner,

exchange that clothing, inhale their pheromones...

...and see if it evokes a deeper reaction.

Thank you.

Hey, Lu.

Earth to Lu?

Did you find anything in the office?

Office? What? No, nothing. Nothing happened.

- What? - What?

Oh, the office. Yeah. No, I got interrupted.

I'll have to go back later.

Give me your arm.

No way!

Yes, come on. Let me tickle it.

So, did you find Violet?

Nah, she wasn't there.

I'll tell you what, though,

some of these women are definitely actors.

We're meant to be touching in silence, remember?

Sorry.

Don't apologise for having a connection.

I think someone's ready for the olfaction exercise?

What? No.

I don't want to sniff his dirty laundry, thank you very much.

Never mind my dirty laundry,

I've smelt you after an all-nighter in the Mini.

Ripe.

I'm sorry, do you two know each other?

WOMAN SCREAMS

- What happened? - Are you OK?

He's dead.

Did he tell you his name?

Yes, it's Cassius.

No, it's Bertrand.

Oh. I mean, that's...

Are you sure that's Cassius' mask?

I think so. It was definitely green.

I've never seen a real dead body before.

I mean, I've pretended to be one.

D-d-don't disturb the crime scene.

That has never bothered you before, Frank.

Right, out.

Before I arrest you all for obstruction.

HE CLEARS THROAT

So who found the body?

Me. I was just heading for the changing room

to find my item of clothes for the men to smell.

When I passed the office, I...I saw him. Just lying there.

Right. I don't know what weird stuff you lot have been up to,

but this case is no longer yours.

You!

You know this man, madam?

Yeah. He's been harassing me and my husband for weeks.

We've been trying to get a restraining order.

Is that right?

Well, this wasn't me. I wasn't even in the building.

Shakespeare and Hathaway, I didn't do it.

Oh, let me guess.

He's our client.

Of course he is!

Yeah, well, maybe I went a bit too far,

but I didn't kill anybody, all right?

I asked the Roberts for Violet's contact details

but, you know, they just turned me away.

That's why I went to their house...

...and followed them to the restaurant,

and then followed them back to the house,

and they... they turned off the lights about 11.30, 11.35...

Hey, I know that look.

You think I'm some creepy stalker dude

who lives in his mum's basement, don't you?

Where DO you live?

With my mum.

Look, please,

I'll double your fee if you stay with the case,

find the real killer, and clear my name.

Look, if we're going to carry on, you need to be honest.

Of course.

I did see Bertrand before he died.

- What? - Yeah. I snuck back in.

I just wanted to see Violet one more time.

And did you speak to him?

Well, no, I couldn't

because he was having an argument with a man.

Bertrand grabbed him and the man shoved him back.

And what did he look like, this other man?

Well, he had the cloak,

green mask and chiselled cheekbones, handsome.

Did he have eyes that bore into the very soul of you?

Maybe, yeah.

Cassius, isn't it?

Now, according to my source, your mystery man works here

as Director of Sustainability.

Your name isn't Paige?

No, sorry. It's Lu.

Short for Luella.

So it was just fake between us, you were just on a job?

No. Yes. Sort of.

It was a different name,

but it was the real me.

Everything I felt and said was, it was me.

Ahem!

Can we get back to the murder, please?

So you left the singles event early because of work?

I'd received an important call.

Confirmation that one

of our suppliers was dumping waste products illegally.

I mean, think of the damage to the ecosystem.

I had to leave immediately to deal with it.

I was hoping to get back before the end,

so I could give you...

...my Cupid's Arrow.

Oh.

So why were you fighting with Bertrand Roberts?

What?

We've got a witness who saw you.

That wasn't a fight, it was more of a scuffle.

Bertrand wouldn't let me leave.

He said there wouldn't be enough men

and he couldn't afford any negative reviews

with so much at stake. He actually grabbed me.

And you shoved him?

Only in self-defence. Then I gave him my cloak and mask,

and told him if he was that worried, he could wear them.

And that's all?

I wouldn't hurt anyone. I abhor violence, I'm a vegan.

So what first brought you to Upon My Soulmates?

I thought it might be an interesting way to meet someone.

I was about to give up.

I'd already been interrogated about

the size of my bank balance by an older lady.

I bet that was Mariana.

Yes, that was her name. She was rather keen.

She kept waving her scarf under my nose saying,

"Here! Smell them, smell my pheromones."

Then I met you, Paige.

Sorry. Luella.

I'm not au fait with

what the rules are regarding investigators dating suspects, but...

...I'd love you to give me a call some time,

If that's OK with you.

Erm, no, erm...

Thank you.

No, something isn't right.

Hold on.

If Mariana was waving

an item of her clothing in his face during the first game,

then she must have already had it on her.

Which means she didn't have to go out and collect it later.

Exactly. In which case,

what was she doing sneaking around outside Bertrand's office?

Oh, are you sure this is the right address?

She seemed quite posh.

You're investigators?

So you weren't at Upon My Soulmates looking for love?

No, sorry. Thank you.

I lied,

but then I suppose you weren't exactly truthful, were you?

You claimed you found Bertrand's body when you went

to get your item of clothing,

but you already had it when you talked to Cassius Marchant.

Who's Cassius Marchant?

The fella in the green mask.

Yeah, he had a kind of smooth, almost soulful, voice.

Oh, yes. Yes. The one with the expensive shoes.

Well, you got me, darling.

I was snooping.

Why?

A few years ago, I had a huge house, nice car.

Then after my husband left me,

I discovered he had lost all our money,

we were paupers. So instead of retiring in luxury,

I ended up here.

I was hoping to find someone who could keep me in

the lifestyle to which I was accustomed.

I hadn't realised you couldn't share personal information.

How was I to know who to hone in on?

Oh, right, so you remembered that Bertrand had kept the file

with everyone's registration forms in.

I thought if I just had a quick peek I could target

the most eligible bachelor.

And then I spotted Bertrand, dead.

Did you see anyone else around?

Well, I wasn't really looking, darling -

there was a dead body. And besides,

I'd been focused on getting that information.

Ironically, it was a complete waste of time anyway.

The folder contained nothing but blank paper.

When I was in his office,

Bertrand said he was checking someone's details in that folder,

so he was lying to me.

And everyone else.

There's no way that story about them meeting in

a blackout was real.

Didn't Sebastian say that Bertrand had an accomplice?

Do you think that was Helena?

They've probably been conning people for years.

So what else is he hiding?

MUDDY SPLAT

- Erghhh! - Oh!

Eurghhh!

You're not getting in my car with that on your foot.

- What? - Find a puddle.

Oh, come on, it's natural.

I've already explained to you, sir.

Sorry, this exploitative state of affairs cannot stand.

You are sending thespians into unethical acting situations.

And as head of the Warwickshire Actors' Union, I demand

to speak to your superior at once.

The artists united shall never be defeated!

Hmm.

- Seb? - Bea, what are you up to?

Looking for work, of course. I've got rent to pay.

Oh! Are you working on that murder case?

Keep your voice down.

Aggghhhh!

Agghhhh! A mouse!

Aghhhhh!

What? Where?

Where is it?

It was so big, it had hands!

Where did it go? OK, OK.

It was this big!

SHE WHIMPERS

- This is just a prop. - Oh.

Bertrand must have waved it around at the start of every session.

This one's locked.

Agh! I forgot my lock pick.

Hmm. That one looks like a contract.

Yeah, look, the Roberts were due to

sell Upon My Soulmates to an investor.

Signed and dated yesterday.

No way!

They stood to make a fortune.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Maybe Helena didn't want to share it?

You think I killed Bertrand?

You're right,

I'd worked for Bertie on his previous venture.

But you were husband and wife?

Well, he said it made financial sense to get married.

OK, so not exactly Bridgerton, then.

Hence the embellishments to our romance.

And your accent?

We were the face of Upon My Soulmates.

We had to sell ourselves as much as anything else.

Yeah, and I expect

the fairy tale helped you sell your soulmate-finding system, did it?

We got that through yesterday.

Bertie insisted I sign it as soon as possible.

He was terrified the deal might fall through, for some reason.

Such as your buyers finding out you were using actors

to bump up your match rates?

Bertie promised me this time the business was on

the level.

But, as usual, he lied.

And with him dead, you're the only winner in the deal.

That's the thing.

I was anyway.

Bertie's previous company ended in liquidation,

all ended a bit messily.

So we put Upon My Soulmates in my name.

I didn't need to kill Bertie, not for that.

- So you tracked down Violet? - Mm-hm.

Her real name is Violet Capilet, not Lafew.

She was on the books at the Ends Well Talent agency,

but shortly after her gig at Upon My Soulmates,

she emigrated to Australia.

That's one way to avoid someone.

I've sent her an email asking about Roland and the Roberts.

You should definitely call him, you know.

But he is a suspect in a murder investigation, so.

True. But think about

Lia's face when you turn up to her wedding with him on your arm.

Why is Helena up here?

I thought you said that she was

getting the money from the sale anyway?

Yes, she was, but, I don't know,

I just felt like she wasn't very happy to be married to Bertrand.

Well, she couldn't exactly divorce him,

the whole business was based on their love story.

So maybe Bertrand dying was her only way out.

DEVICE CHIMES

Ooh, this could be the casting director from that film.

Ooh, check it. Quick.

Um...

Oh, it's Violet Capilet.

She is confirming that she was hired by Bertrand.

And she's also asking for Roland's number.

Seriously?

She said she felt bad for leaving like she did,

but she had no choice,

she had to get away from the Roberts.

Why?

"I also worked for him and his wife's previous company

"but I just couldn't be part

"of it any more." And she's sent a link.

It's an obituary. Spencer Parolles.

Hold on,

the company that accused Bertrand

of fraud was called Parolles Finance.

It was something to do with a property investment scheme.

It says there that he died of

a stress-induced heart attack.

Maybe that's why the case never got to court.

Look at the date.

So?

So I think I know who our killer is.

It seemed you'd known him much, much earlier.

We met during a blackout, remember?

I don't know what he looked like, or even his name.

Liar.

There was a woman in Bertrand's old office.

We never got her name.

It was you, wasn't it?

You were working together to scam people.

Please, we never meant for anyone to get hurt.

But they did!

Mariana!

Please, put the arrow down.

You don't understand.

You don't know what she took from me.

Yes, we do.

July 16th, 2023.

I remembered that date.

You see, my late mother,

she was a massive tennis fan.

And so now, every year,

my sister and I, we watch Wimbledon finals together,

in her memory.

And that was the date that Carlos Alcaraz won his first title,

the day you said your husband left you.

It's also the date that

Spencer Parolles died of a fatal heart attack.

Your husband didn't walk out, did he?

He died.

Spencer was trying to get our money back,

to prove he was a victim of fraud.

But the stress was too much for his heart.

I'm so sorry.

He was a good man, and he made me a better person.

Why act now?

A friend thought I'd been wallowing for too long,

sent me a link to Upon My Soulmates.

Imagine my surprise when I realised that it was

Bertrand Roberts' new company.

I stupidly thought he might have evidence in his office,

but Bertrand caught me.

What did you hope to find? A big file labelled "con jobs"?

So you admit you conned my Spencer?

Any money that you and your husband

may or may not have invested, was always at risk.

It's in the small print.

Now, if you don't mind...?

You sent Spencer to an early grave.

The shame of being taken in like that!

Oh, please!

The only people you or your precious husband have to blame,

are yourselves.

Are you still here?

Go.

Shut the door on your way out.

Aghhhhh!

Bertrand paid for what he did.

I assumed she'd been taken in by him, too.

I actually felt sorry for her.

But then, did you hear us talking outside your caravan?

It turns out she was just as much to blame as he was.

- No, please! - Sit down!

Aghhh!

No! No, please!

I understand how hard it must have been when you lost Spencer,

but you know this isn't what he would have wanted.

I don't care!

No, but he would have.

Surely the best way to honour a good man is not killing,

it's by doing the right thing.

And you said yourself, he made you a better person.

I just... miss him...

...so, so much.

MARIANA SOBS

I told you guys to stay out of this.

It could have got really dangerous.

Aw! Anyone would think you cared.

I do care about all the extra paperwork I get

if you two get yourself killed.

- He loves us really. - Yeah, right!

Mrs Roberts,

Mrs Florence is levelling some pretty serious claims against you.

Something about an investment scam.

I always knew what Bertie and I did ruined lives,

but I just...

...buried my head in the sand.

I'll tell you everything you need to know.

Come this way.

Oh, Roland!

Hello.

Hi!

Oh, your assistant told me that I'd find you here.

I just wanted to say thank you, both.

You know we... we never really thought it was you?

Oh, not about, like, clearing my name.

- For Violet. - Oh!

You know, um...

...she's messaged me,

and she's coming back to England in a couple of weeks

and we're going to finally get together.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah.

Oh, this sensory dating, you know, it really does work.

Good.

Oh, see you later.

Bye. Thank you!

Aw!

HATHAWAY SIGHS DEEPLY

Sebastian was right. You should call him.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, he might be a vegan,

but at least we know he's not a murderer.

And if Roland can find love...

OK, I'm going to do it.

I'm going to call him.

MOBILE RINGS

Oh, it's Sebastian calling.

He's probably checking in about Helena.

Hi, darling! Don't worry, we're OK,

but you did miss all the drama, though.

Sebastian?

Hello! Are you there?

Yes, yes. No, I am.

It's... um... just that casting director called.

I got the job on the film.

That's brilliant news!

Yeah, that's great! Well done!

Well, I'm really jealous now, a whole week in LA.

Yes. The thing is, I got it a bit wrong.

It's not shooting for six days,

it's actually shooting for six months.

Oh... Oh, wow!

Well, that's... that's... um...

Well, I really am jealous now.

You're not mad?

I mean, I'd have to be away from Shakespeare & Hathaway

for quite some time.

'Course we're not mad.

It's what you've always wanted.

When do you start?

Sebastian?

Well, they've already begun filming,

and they want me ASAP, so...

...I'm leaving tomorrow.

Hello!

Lu?

Frank?

Well, my taxi isn't for another couple of hours,

so I thought maybe we could have a final cuppa,

perhaps a custard... cream?

BOTH:Surprise!

You didn't think we'd let you leave

without saying a proper goodbye, did you?

Well, I'm impressed with the theatrics.

Well, we learnt from the best.

Thank you.

Cheers!

PARTY POPPERS TOOT

But, honestly, the scream, I think it perforated an eardrum.

Oh, thanks.

I'm not even afraid of mice.

Seriously, where do I know you from?

Go on. Do it.

I just love my Toasty Puffs!

You're the Toasty Puffs girl!

Yeah. From the ages of five to eleven.

No way!

I used to love those. Do you remember the, um...?

? Toasty Puffs, Toasty Puffs Sweet and round and roasty puffs

ALL:# Loved from coast to coasty puffs, toasty Toasty Puffs. ?

Your face was on all the cereal boxes.

Yeah, I was a cultural icon. I was on This Morning,

I even met Mr Blobby.

I've always wanted to meet Mr Blobby.

Until it was decided that I was getting too old,

and they replaced me with a cartoon squirrel.

MOBILE BEEPS Oh.

Oh, it's from Gloria.

She's wishing me luck.

Is she still in Greece?

Mm. For the foreseeable. She's gone full Mamma Mia!

and bought a bar out there with her new fella, Lefteris.

KNOCKING

Er, who invited you?

I heard there was a party.

Came to make sure there's not a breach of the peace.

Are you serious?

I mean, that's what I'll tell my superiors.

Sebastian, eh, good luck.

You know, out of you three,

I always disliked you the least.

Thanks... I think.

Vol-au-vent?

Help yourselves.

Sausage rolls.

HATHAWAY SIGHS

He's really going, isn't he?

Looks like it.

Do you think they'll be all right without you?

Oh, um,

I was planning to talk to you about that, actually.

HATHAWAY SIGHS DEEPLY

Taxi's here.

I'm so sorry I'm abandoning you like this.

Stop it! Don't be daft!

We're now friends with a famous Hollywood actor.

Oh, well, it's only a small part.

We're going to see your name up there in lights.

And we are so proud of you.

At least we'll be able

to hire someone who can do paperwork properly.

Um, actually, I've already spoken

to Bea, and she's available to cover me.

- Bea? - Mm.

She's fascinated by the job, she wants to learn,

and she's a big fan of you both.

I couldn't think of a better replacement.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Oh, I have to go.

Um, please,

play nicely with each other.

I won't be around to referee,

and I would hate for there to be

a repeat of what happened before.

Shakespeare and Hathaway need to stick together.

We will.

We promise.

Ahhhhh!

Come here.

"And whether we shall meet again I know not.

"Therefore our everlasting farewell take.

"Forever and forever farewell."

- Oh! - Ooh.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

The end of an era.

Or the start of a new one.

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