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You all might have top-class
credentials from the Far East,

but you've been allowed
into Australia

to cook for Australians,

and that's
a whole new kettle of fish.

So, for this Peking duck,

off with the duck's head
straight up and into the bin.

Aussies don't like to look
their food in the eye.

Hey, you can't waste that.

What about braised duck head,
Mr. King, hmm?

That's "Chef" to you.

And no way, Jose.
Not in this country.

Mr. Wu, I've run restaurants
all over the world,

and if there's one thing I know,

it's to give the locals
what they want,

forget the chili,
and go easy on the garlic.

Nobody wants to be surrounded
by a bunch of people

whose breath smells
like a Chinaman's armpit.

Oi.

This is Australia, mate.

You want to work
in a restaurant run by me,

you speak English.

Might take you another lifetime,
eh, Mr. Chung Li?

This way, ladies.
Come through.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, dumpling.

"Easy Entertaining."

Lesson one is all about spending
less time in the kitchen

and having more fun
away from it.

Tennis mornings, ikebana,
lunch with your girlfriends,

making yourself
delectably desirable

for hubby's arrival home.

Or anyone else
you might be entertaining.

See? Isn't that pretty?

- Mm.
- Now let's see

how my cheese straws are going.

- Ah.
- Oh!

Ah, perfect.

I asked for
six cabbages. I've got three.

The other day, I asked
for two boxes of potatoes.

I got one.
This keeps happening.

Lucy, love, I can't keep
working like this.

Rita is
always given enough money.

I don't know what's happening
at that market garden.

I didn't come down
in the last shower.

This place is losing money,

and I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

Chefs, please clean up.

Let's go to lunch.

♪ He likes bread and butter ♪

♪ He likes toast and jam ♪

♪ That's why his baby
feeds him ♪

♪ He's her loving man ♪

♪ Well,
I like bread and butter ♪

- ♪ I like toast and jam ♪
- Oh.

♪ That's why my baby feeds me ♪

♪ I'm her loving man ♪

♪ He likes bread and butter ♪

♪ He likes toast and jam ♪

♪ That's why his baby
feeds him ♪

♪ He's her loving man ♪

♪ Well, she don't cook
mashed potatoes ♪

♪ She don't cook T-bone steaks ♪

♪ She don't feed me
peanut butter ♪

♪ She knows that I can't take ♪

♪ He likes bread and butter ♪

♪ He likes toast and jam ♪

- Samuel.
- Lucy.

I've set us up on the terrace.

I'm so glad we honor
my beautiful sister

with this ritual, Samuel.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

She chose well when
she chose you for a husband.

She was always so happy.

I was, uh... I was just saying
to my friend Violetta...

You remember her?

- Violetta?
- Yes.

You've met her
at the Adventuresses' Club

- a couple of times.
- No, I don't think so.

She's a remarkable woman.

Actually, she and I

- have become...
- Excuse me, Samuel.

I've left the rice wine
in the cold store.

Oh. Yeah, of course.

Of course.

Lucy, what is it?

Good God!

Lucy made some terrible
decisions after Daphne died,

- and this was one of them.
- The cooking school?

Oh, not the cooking school
exactly.

It was joining forces
with Graham King

and his wife, Shirley.

They ran this dreadful
restaurant in Hong Kong,

and when that went bust,
they came back here,

claiming to know everything
about Chinese cooking.

- But they don't?
- No!

Lucy does, of course.

And have you always
kept in touch with her?

Well, Samuel's
her brother-in-law,

and I've always regarded her
as family,

so that's why we're here.

Mm.

Lucy?

- Lucy!
- Thank you, Bruce.

Um, check on the students
for me, please.

Certainly.

Hello, Bruce.

- Ms. Birnside.
- Oh.

Oh, Lucy.

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, gosh, this is awful.
Aw.

- Ohh.
- I'm fine.

Samuel's been my rock,
as always.

Yes.

This is Peregrine Fisher.

She's Phryne's niece and
our new private investigator.

Your aunt was
such a dear friend of mine.

Well, then she'd want me
to solve this for you.

- I'd better make it official.
- No, no, no, no, no!

Lucy, we are not going
to charge you for this.

- I have to repay you somehow.
- No. No, no, no.

How about cooking classes?

- No, that's not necessary.
- Oh, that's not a bad idea.

Because that would get you
in here under the radar.

Do I really...
Do I really need to cook?

Did Aunt Phryne cook?

Oh, well...

Well, she was a gourmand,
wasn't she, Lucy?

She certainly knew everything
about international cuisine.

Cooking's not really my thing.

Well, it'll do you good.

You can't survive
on breakfast cereal forever.

And we do all levels,
from bride-to-be beginners

to master classes
with expert chefs.

Maybe beginners,
without the bride-to-be bit.

I should say so.

Welcome to
King's Academy of Fine Cuisine.

- Samuel.
- Peregrine.

Oh, what an awful thing
to have happened.

Well, it's Lucy
that I'm worried about.

This academy is her whole life.

Have you got any idea
who could be behind this?

Only what I told
Detective Steed.

Graham was an easy man
to dislike.

Not that he deserved
a meat cleaver.

Rita.

Samuel.

Um, just leave that here,
Chung Li. Thanks.

Lucy just told me. I can't
believe what's happened here.

Yes, it's horrible.
Just horrible.

I haven't seen you in so long.
How are you?

For it to happen today,
of all days.

I woke up thinking about Daphne.

She wouldn't have wanted you
to be sad.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Samuel.

This is all too much.

- Oh.
- Rita is Lucy's stepdaughter.

Lucy raised her, so Daphne
was like her big sister.

Losing her
must have been horrible.

For both of you.

Yes.

Rita's been through a lot.

- Are you all right?
- Hmm?

Oh, of course.
Yes, of course.

Well, now you're investigating,

I'll need to finish that
new recording device for you.

This place is big, and you
can't be everywhere at once.

Well, no, I certainly can't.

- Where's the kitchen?
- It's just through there.

Well, I might take this.

Did Mr. King have any personal
or financial issues?

Outstanding debts or money
owing, that sort of thing?

I just manage the academy's
accounts, Detective.

I don't know anything
about Mr. King's

- personal or financial life.
- Mm.

And so, you said you'd been here
at the cooking school all day.

Well, I was in the office
waiting for Rita Harrington,

but, as usual, she was late.

Is she a student here?

More like
her stepmother's charity case.

I mean, she manages the odd job

when she's not lying
around the pool.

Why were you meeting with her?

To talk about
all the things she gets wrong.

And, uh, things she forgets,

which normally ends up
with her in tears

and promising to do better.

- Ah.
- There's another one.

New student.

Family friend
along for a free ride.

There goes my holiday
to Rosebud,

with all this fuss.

Never a dull moment around here.

Thank you, Mr. Taylor,
for your time.

- Oh, Peregrine!
- Oh!

Wait!

Poor man.

What a horrible way to die.

And that meat cleaver
wouldn't be hard to come by.

So probably not premeditated.

I agree.

But I did find this.

Hm.

Some kind of baking mishap?

I suppose
this is a cooking school.

Except it was wrapped
in that handkerchief

inside of Graham King's pocket.

Oh. I agree.
That could mean something.

There's a lot of agreeing
going on here, P.I. Fisher.

Well, we've come a long way,
Detective Steed.

Samuel.
How's Lucy?

Uh, still in shock, I think.

I just need to gather
a few things

to take back to the workshop.

You know, it's, um...

It's Daphne's birthday today,
Violetta.

- Oh, I didn't realize.
- Mm.

He told me he was having lunch
with Lucy, but I...

I didn't ask,
and he didn't tell me why.

Oh, don't take it personally.

He hasn't done much talking
about Daphne

since the car accident,
not even to me.

He told me he thinks
that if he was there,

maybe the accident
wouldn't have happened.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh, well, who knows?

Lucy's stepdaughter, Rita...
She was there,

but she doesn't
remember anything.

Daphne was thrown from the car,
and Rita, well, she got out

just before the whole thing
burst into flames.

- How horrible.
- Mm.

I've never met Rita.

I've met Lucy, but not Rita.

Yes, well, we haven't seen a lot
of her since the accident.

Oh.

Oh, it's all just so terrible.

We were very close.

I've never even seen
a photograph of Daphne.

I'd like to.

Please. I...

I know how much Samuel
loved her.

Well, he made me put
all the photos away.

What's a photo for
if not to remember?

Here we are.

Honeymoon in Rome.

Wedding day.

Oh.

Oh, and this one, yes.

That's Daphne, of course,
and that's Rita.

Happier times.

Apparently Rita's
father came from old money.

He and Lucy were a love match,

but then he died five years
after they were married.

- That's tragic.
- Mm.

Without a father around,

I think Lucy tried
to be everything to Rita.

Well, she doesn't seem
the slightest bit concerned

about the fact that her
stepmother's business partner's

- just been murdered.
- No.

Peregrine.
Detective.

Mrs. King's arrived back.
She's in the kitchen.

Not in good shape.

Thank you.

My Graham was a king
amongst men.

My sympathies, Mrs. King.

I need to ask you
a few questions.

Jelly always reminds me
of parties.

Where were you at lunchtime?

- I had an appointment.
- And who was that with?

Oh, for God's sake,
I'm not seriously a suspect?

I had a meeting
with the lord mayor.

We discussed
a charitable fundraiser.

Was there any reason why someone
would want to harm your husband?

Perhaps an ongoing feud

- or an argument...
- Have you got a hankie, hon?

Oh, he'd often argue
with his students.

Tony Wu's stubborn.
Just like Graham.

They were both hotheads

- when it came to food.
- Tony Wu?

There were others
that got Graham's goat, though.

Like bloody what's-his-name.

Chung Li.

Why did they clash?

Because Graham used to
take the mickey out of him,

'cause that's what we do here.

You know, Graham would joke
about expelling Chung Li.

Told him he'd never understand
Australian-Chinese cooking

if he couldn't learn the lingo.

But Chung Li...
no sense of humor.

And did that
make Chung Li angry?

Well, he never said anything,
but if looks could kill.

You're no chef.

That's him.

Hello, again.

Oh. Hello.

It's a terrible thing
to have happened.

- Yes, very sad.
- Although I heard that...

maybe he wasn't very nice.

Excuse me.
Mr. Chung Li.

Detective James Steed.

I need to ask you
a few questions.

Yes, Detective, sir.

Tell me, at lunchtime today,
where were you?

Me in park, eating.

With pengyou?

With friends?

Uh, no pengyou.

Me only.

I not have pengyou.

Not here.

No friends here.

Thank you, Mr. Li.

- We will need to talk again.
- Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

"Pengyou"?

I didn't know you spoke Chinese.

Oh, my neighbor did.

That's the only word
that I remember.

It's a nice word to remember.

Mm.

Oh.
I'm so sorry.

My mistake.

Hello.

What the hell? Fisher!

Inspector Sparrow.

You better not be sticking your
nose into this investigation.

Oh, no.
I'm just learning to cook.

Bulldust.

A crime's been committed.

A murder, actually.

And you're just arriving.

You watch yourself, little fish.

My aunt might not be around
anymore, but I am.

Don't you underestimate me.

And don't you dare threaten me

or anyone else
at the Adventuresses' Club.

- Or what?
- Two words...

Madame Lyon.

Should I make it three?

Brothel.

We've still got
photographic evidence

that could end your career.

You really want to play
this game with me?

Oh, I think I do.

Might get dangerous.

You've been warned.

Ladies and gentlemen,
although we wish to respect

the memory of Chef King
I'm sure he would want you

to continue your careers
here in Australia.

So I will be taking
Mr. King's classes.

What?!
You're gonna keep teaching?

That's correct.

No, no way.

The whole school
should be shut down.

Where's the respect?

The students have paid good
money for our classes, Shirley.

It is the right thing to do.

Yes, for you, but not for me.

Put a sock in it, Mr. Wu.

That means shut up.

No, I won't shut up.

I paid £100 for this.

Now, I would like to finish

so that I can work and make
some money. All of us do.

Shirley, we can't do anything
more for Graham now.

You should go home and rest.

And what are you doing
with my pickled onions?

Miss Fisher is a latecomer
to your class.

I'm helping her to catch up.

You? Teaching "Easy
Entertaining"? That's a joke.

Takes you all day
to cook fried rice.

Shirley, please!

Is everything okay in here?

Mrs. Harrington?
Mrs. King?

No, it is not okay.

My husband has been butchered!

We'll sort it out.

Thank you, Detective.

Chef Wu, where is your cleaver?

- My cleaver? What?
- Sorry. What did you just say?

Uh, nothing.
I, um...

My cleaver is missing.

But I swear to you...
I have no idea where it is.

Come with me, Mr. Wu.

I didn't kill Mr. King.

I didn't like him,
but I wouldn't ruin my cleaver

by sticking it in his back.

That is a very cold-blooded
attitude, Mr. Wu.

No, these knives are special.

They belonged to my father,
and his father before that.

They have my family inside them.

- Do... Do you understand that?
- I do.

Tell me, at lunchtime yesterday,
where were you?

Lunchtime.
I was shopping.

Where?

At the market garden.

Buying my own vegetables
with my own money

because they never
buy enough here.

Why don't they plant
the vegetables here,

with all this land?

They have all this grass,
which they water and then mow.

And then what do they do?

Nothing.

They just sit and look at it.

Did you argue about the garden?

Of course.
All the time.

Well, from what I've been told
about Mr. King,

he didn't like
to be told what to do.

He liked to be the boss.

Not a good boss.

He treated most people badly.

Was there anyone in particular?

Mr. Wu?

Rita Harrington.

We all think she is lazy,

but the way
Graham treated her...

...it wasn't right.

Graham King got along
very well with me.

He liked me a lot.

I was told
he was rough with you.

Who told you that?

Well, if you could just answer
the question, please.

Graham liked to get
a bit too close at times.

Physically, you know?

So he harassed you?

Yes.

And when I tried to tell him
I wasn't interested,

he didn't like it.

He'd done it
a couple of times before,

- but I couldn't tell Lucy.
- Why not?

Because she needed Graham.

Australians would never trust
a Chinese woman on her own.

And now that Graham's dead,
there's no point

in making a fuss, is there?

So, just to be clear...

Oh, this is all so awful.

I'm feeling quite emotional.

Well, I'll leave you to your
rest, then, Miss Harrington.

Thank you for your time.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oh-oh, I want you so, oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh,
you know I do-oo-oo-oo ♪

♪ Hold me close... ♪

No. Not that sauce.

♪ Love me... ♪

- No, not again! Ohh!
- Oh, burned again?

Ohh!

You are very good at finding
ways to lag after class.

No, that was a genuine failure.

No, no. Wait, Chung Li.
Not like that.

♪ Oh-oh, I love you... ♪

A little bit.
Right.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Chung Li.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I didn't introduce myself
properly yesterday.

My name's Peregrine.

Oh. Your name?

Uh, Perry...

Sorry.
I can't say.

Peregrine. It's okay.
My Chinese is terrible, too.

Do you know, um, "dictionary"?

Dictionary.

Yes, but I have none.

Well, I do.
My auntie does.

She has
a Chinese-English dictionary.

Apparently she had
a Chinese admirer.

She has lots of Chinese books,
as well.

I miss my books.

At home in China.

Well, you must come to my house.

You can pick up the dictionary
and, um,

take as many books as you like.

Yes. Yes. Good.

Here's my address.

What about 6:00 tonight?

- Thank you.
- I'll see you later.

Yes. Yes.

Xie xie.

- Hello. Do you want vegetables?
- Good afternoon.

Uh, no, not today.

Ah.
Here for some special tea?

Ah, police.

Yes, yes.

We're not here to shop.

We want to ask you
some questions about Tony Wu.

Tony Wu?

Yes. Yes.

He want the best.

Was he here
at lunchtime yesterday?

Um, buy for his lunch?

Yes. Yes.

No, not for his lunch,
but was he here at lunchtime?

Yes, yes. Maybe.

- Do you mean "yes" or "maybe"?
- Mm-hmm.

Ah, customer.

Um, sorry.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

Well, that was clear as mud.

Yeah.

Mm. Lucy!

Hello!

Rita!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh. Thank you!

Our celebration for Daphne
yesterday was interrupted,

so I made a banquet
for us all to celebrate.

- Ah.
- Lucy, you didn't tell me.

You... You said we were just
dropping this stuff off. I...

Rita, you haven't
seen Samuel in ages.

I can't, I can't.
I don't feel well.

I-I'm gonna go wait
in the car.

Take your time.

Rita's been on medication
for her headaches

since the accident.

For two years?

I miss Daphne so much.

Lucy.
Oh, we're here for you.

But I'm so thankful that she
and Samuel brought us together.

You two.

- You were such lovebirds.
- Yes.

Uh, Lucy, you remember
I was telling you...

Uh, this is my friend Violetta.

Good to see you again, Lucy.

And you.

Rita's in the car.

I need to go.

Please... enjoy the food.

It's all right, Samuel.

I can let myself out.

Well!

Can't let this go to waste.

Yes, well, actually, I, um...

I promised Peregrine
that I would be at my workshop

at her place, so, uh...

Yes.

Come on. Violetta.

Oh, sorry, Birdie.
I'm really not hungry.

Happy birthday, darling Daphne.

What the blazes
are you two doing?

Sir, we found this
in Graham King's pocket.

Now, I believe it to be some...

It's a fortune cookie, you git.

They give 'em to you
in Chinese restaurants.

The missus gets one with her
takeaway sweet and sour pork.

They've got a message in 'em.

Oh!

Yeah.

What does it say?

Oh, it's all Greek to me.

Here.
Have one of these.

- You read books?
- Yes.

Well not Chinese
books, but the others, yes.

You smart.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Smart from books, maybe.

Not smart from school.

I left school
as soon as I could.

But you have books to learn.

My father write books.

He say they make him free.

Free from what?

Ah, no matter.

He is passed now.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And now I must finish
my chef study.

Do you like it?

Uh... chef school here
very expensive.

- Yes.
- In China,

my university cost nothing.

Mm. Oh.

Uh

Keep looking.
Take as many as you like.

Hello, Mr. Li.

- Uh, I go now.
- No, please stay.

I just have some quick questions
for Miss Fisher.

No, I-I must go.

- I will miss my train.
- Oh.

Goodbye!

Was that suspicious,
or was that suspicious?

He panicked as soon
as he saw a policeman?

Mm-hmm. Or that he went
to university in China.

- Did he?
- Well, that's what he said.

Some of the best chefs
in the world come from China.

Maybe they need to go
to university.

But he doesn't seem
that well-trained.

Anyway, I'm not actually here
to see you.

- Oh!
- Samuel said he spoke Chinese?

- Mandarin.
- I just wondered if he read it.

Well, probably.

Where did you find this?

That was inside the thing we
found in Graham King's pocket.

It was a Chinese fortune cookie.

- Oh.
- I could have

one of the students
at the academy read it,

but I'd rather not have
a potential suspect do that.

Good idea. Oh.

Would you like to try
a cheese straw?

- You baked them?
- Mm.

Hmm. Let me see.

Um...

"Fleeting love
is the most precious."

That sounds romantic.

If all you're after is something
that's short and sweet.

That can be nice, too,
Detective Steed.

Samuel, what's wrong?

Um, these Chinese characters.

It's Lucy's handwriting.

Lucy?

Just through that doorway,
Mrs. Harrington.

Yes, I wrote it.

And I made the fortune cookie.

They're not as easy
as they look, you know.

So Mr. King
understood the language.

A little.
From when he lived in Hong Kong.

Why did you make him that,
Mrs. Harrington?

Graham and I had...

...a brief flirtation.

It was one night after
a wonderful restaurant opening.

I'd had far too much champagne,

and I was feeling
a little lonely.

Was it an ongoing relationship?

No, of course not.
He was a married man.

So why were you still
sending him love letters?

That's not what this is.

I wanted him to know
that it was over.

Graham refused to believe
that I didn't love him.

He thought that it was more
than a fling,

and he was threatening
to leave Shirley.

I would hate to do that
to another woman,

and, to be honest,
living with Graham

would be my worst nightmare.

I needed Graham
for my cooking school.

Not for myself.

He was a big personality.
Popular.

But a big personality who
wouldn't take no for an answer.

That must have become
difficult to work with.

So did you ever consider ending
the business relationship

because of
the romantic complications?

I didn't kill Graham
because he was being a pest,

if that's what you're thinking.

Just through there, Mrs. King.

Please take a seat.

I think I might stand,
Detective.

I don't want to talk to you
across a desk.

It makes me feel
like a criminal.

Whatever makes you comfortable.

Well, a cigarette, then.

Tell me, Mrs. King,
did you have a happy marriage?

Excuse me?

Did your husband
have any other involvements

that I might need to know about?

If you're talking
about Lucy Harrington,

I knew all about that.

She'd been making eyes at Graham
for years.

A man doesn't need
that much persuading.

Were you angry?
About his infidelity?

No.

I knew it meant nothing.

There were others that came
and went, and, in the end,

I felt almost sorry for Lucy.

Why was that?

It was a classic
flash in the pan.

One night of sex, and Lucy
just took it all too seriously.

Graham tried to let her down
gently,

but she just wouldn't take no
for an answer.

She pursued him
every chance she could.

But you were happy to continue
working with Mrs. Harrington?

Well, you saw
how Lucy and I get on.

But I did my best
for the sake of the business,

and I'll continue to.

Blowed if I'm gonna let
all our hard work

go to the grave with Graham.

That business is half mine now.

Well, Mrs. King,
the day of the murder,

you said you had an appointment
with the lord mayor.

Now, his secretary said
that he was playing golf.

Of course she did, darling.

We were at the golf course...

in the back seat
of the mayor's Jaguar.

It was a... casual arrangement.

Well, I'll have to, um,
check that.

I'll have the mayor
call you direct.

Oh.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know?

No.
Thank you.

That's... That's quite enough
for now.

- Thank you, Mrs. King.
- Mm.

Shirley genuinely believes
that I've been chasing

after her husband all this time.

Graham's the one who wouldn't
keep his hands off me.

I don't think she needs
to know that right now.

Look, Graham was obviously
telling Shirley one thing

and you something else.

I want her out of the academy.

Graham was the one
that I needed, not Shirley.

Lucy.

Don't you think
she's suffered enough?

Why don't you just say sorry,
beg forgiveness?

I didn't do anything.

You did.

Once.

If you are going to run
this business together,

then you need to bury
your differences

and just get on with it.

Or we could just leave
all this mess behind

and go somewhere else, Lucy.

Where would we go?

Somewhere no one knows us.

Somewhere no one gets killed.

Oh, Rita.

I couldn't ever sell
your father's house.

I have to get off to class.

Are you all right
to see yourself out?

Yes, of course.

You seem a bit jumpy, Rita.

I'm just worried about Lucy,
that's all.

Damn. Uh...

I forgot something
on that order again.

Um, can you tell Lucy I've gone
back to the market garden?

Yes, yes.

I just wanted to see
that you were okay.

Not burying yourself
in your work.

No.

No, I've just been thinking.

Maybe a little too much.

I'm sorry. I, uh,
never really talked to you

about Daphne's accident.

Well, that's up to you.

But you know
you can tell me anything.

Birdie kept trying
to throw it out.

I don't know how she thought
it would change things.

We know so little
about the accident.

Rita suffered head trauma,

and she can't remember anything
after she got in the car.

I know it sounds macabre,
but I just...

I kept reading this article
over and over again,

trying to fathom what happened.

Oh, I understand.

You want to know.

"No other car was involved.

The coroner could find
no contributing health factors

in the driver of the vehicle,
Daphne Birnside."

So... perhaps an error
in judgment.

Yes, but, you see,
I-I bought Daphne the car.

And I taught her how to drive.

And I thought
that she would be safe.

Hey.

Guilt doesn't change anything.

I'm just a bit worried

that Samuel didn't come home
last night,

so I might just pop down
and say hello.

- He's with Violetta.
- Oh, maybe I won't.

Have a cheese straw.

Well! Ha!

Well, I-I can't believe
that you made these.

Oh.

Mm.
Oh, I can now.

Oh, bloody hell.

What did you put in these?

What's wrong with them?

Oh.

Oh, it's disgusting.

I must have used bicarb
instead of salt.

- Oh! Valiant little things.
- Oh.

- They tried to rise.
- I'm so sorry.

Birdie.
What are you doing here?

Well, didn't come for the food.

What's that?
Is that my new recording device?

Oh, yes, yes.
It attaches by suction.

Now, simply wet it
and using a modicum of force,

apply to any flat surface,

creating a vacuum,
thus holding it in place.

So lick and stick.

- Um...
- And it's voice-activated.

- Oh, yes.
- From 20 decibels.

Which is?

- Well...
- A whisper.

- Oh.
- Can you hear me?

- Oh, cheese straw.
- No, no, no.

No.

♪ Yes, we have no bananas ♪

♪ We have no bananas today ♪

♪ We got cabbages and onions ♪

♪ And all kinds of fruit
and, say ♪

♪ We have
an old-fashioned tomato ♪

♪ Mm, but yes,
we have no bananas ♪

♪ We have no bananas today ♪

Stiff peaks, ladies!

Damn these egg whites.

Only in the West is cooking done
by schoolgirls

and housewives
who think they can cook

after spending a few weeks
laughing in the kitchen.

You are not a member
of this class, Mr. Wu,

so please keep your comments
to yourself.

Keep whipping, ladies!

Stop insulting me like that.

That's it.
Keep whipping!

Bruce, these eggs are stale.

- What are you talking about?
- We bought old eggs again.

- The whites aren't whipping.
- Well, don't blame me.

I don't do the buying here.

You're the one
who should be responsible.

Well, Graham always seemed
to manage with the same eggs.

Perhaps you're not using
the right technique.

I am the one with the proper
home-economics qualifications,

not Graham. All he did was buy
restaurants and order 'round

- a whole lot of people.
- At least he was a professional.

How dare you?!

Watch out!

Who are you to make fun of me
in front of my class?!

She tried to kill me!

Woman's a lunatic!

- Bruce was being provocative.
- Well, it's lucky for you, then,

he doesn't want
to press charges.

He knows what side
his bread's buttered on.

What, you'd sack him?

'Course I would.

Things get thrown in the kitchen
all the time.

Suddenly it's a crime
because I'm a woman.

Never happened to Graham.

Now, if we're finished here,
I'd like to go.

Yes, we're done for now,

but I'll be speaking
to you again

if Bruce Taylor
decides to pursue this.

No lectures,
for God's sake, Lucy.

Shirley, I understand
your frustrations.

Even I don't understand
my frustrations sometimes.

But I am sick of being
overlooked because I'm a woman.

Try being Chinese, as well.

Shirley, I'm sorry about
what happened with Graham.

Well, he was pretty irresistible
when he turned on the charm.

Now that he's gone,
I think we need to find

a way of getting along.

And, really,
we have no choice, do we?

Legally, I inherit
Graham's half of the business.

We're partners
whether we like it or not.

Peregrine.

Now might be a good time
to tell you.

Peregrine is investigating
Graham's murder for the academy.

She's a private investigator.

So if there's anything
you'd like to share

about your husband, Mrs. King.

Graham didn't think I knew
about the special spot

for his girlie magazines, but...

Oh!

Do you think he was embezzling?

Embezzling?

We need to tell the police
about this.

So, it really looks like Graham

was mixed up
in something illicit.

But if Graham was murdered
for the money,

then why was it still there?

Well, maybe the murderer's
still looking for it.

Sorry to interrupt,
but I think this is the section

that you might need
to listen to.

Stop insulting me.

- That's Shirley.
- You insulted me

- by letting me down.
- That's Tony Wu.

Now, this is not how
it's supposed to be.

Things didn't go as planned.

Yes, but you still owe me.

A lot.

And that's all we've got.

Well, they're definitely
up to something.

Co-conspirators
that have fallen out.

Come on.

Thanks, Samuel.

Hmm.

♪ I got some troubles,
but they won't last ♪

♪ I'm gonna lay right down here
in the grass ♪

You track down Tony
Wu, and I'll talk to Shirley.

♪ ...my troubles will pass ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in shu-shu-shu,
shu-shu-shu ♪

♪ Shu-shu, shu-shu, shu-shu,
Sugar Town ♪

♪ I never had a dog
that liked me some ♪♪

Peregrine!

Peregrine!

Peregrine.

Oh, God.
Peregrine.

Just relax.

Oh, what happened?

There was an explosion.

You're okay.

No. No, Peregrine. Sit down.
Come on. Keep still.

You could have concussion.
Take it easy.

I telephoned Birdie
and let her know what happened.

I'm fine.

Unlike Shirley.

- Oh!
- How horrible.

It looks like someone
planted an explosive in...

I don't know...
whatever kind of dish is now

all over Mrs. King's office.

I know what it is.

It's bombe Alaska.

- My bombe Alaska.
- What?

What are you talking about?

The police need to see you
in your office, Mrs. Harrington.

Shirley irritated Lucy,
but not that much.

- Where's Tony Wu?
- We've got him.

Come on, don't worry.

This must have something
to do with the money.

After Graham, I didn't think
things could get any worse.

Poor Shirley.

You run an interesting
cooking school, Mrs. Harrington.

This is the money
Miss Fisher reported to you.

- Righty-ho.
- We have no idea

what Graham was doing with it.

No one keeps this kind of cash
under the mattress, so to speak,

unless it's acquired
by dubious means.

We'll need to hold on to this

until we finalize
the investigations.

What if it turns out to be money
belonging to the academy?

Where else
would Graham have got it from?

Well, let's hope
we find an answer

to that question,
Mrs. Harrington.

In the meantime,
this is police evidence.

So, why do you want
to talk to me?

I wouldn't cook anything
as disgusting as bombe Alaska,

- even to kill someone.
- I'm sorry.

We need to ask you
a few more questions.

Oh!

"This is not how it was
supposed to be."

"Things didn't go as planned."

"But you still owe me.
A lot."

Does that sound familiar?

Who told you that?

A very reliable witness, Mr. Wu.

A fellow cooking student.

Ah. Chung Li.

What did
Shirley King promise you

to murder her husband, Mr. Wu?

Nothing.
I didn't murder anyone.

I was angry with her, yes.

And Graham, too.

I left a top-class establishment
because they promised

that I would run
my own restaurant in Australia.

- When was that?
- When I met them in Hong Kong.

They helped me facilitate
my Australian visa,

and they promised me a job.

I paid £100 to do training here,
but they duped me.

Said that their restaurants
were in trouble.

There was no job for me.

And then what happened
to Graham, and now Shirley...

Yes, it's pretty inconvenient

having both
your potential bosses murdered,

isn't it, Mr. Wu?

So why would I be the one
to kill them?

Revenge?
You were in the building

when Mrs. King was killed,
weren't you?

But I was nowhere
near the academy

when Graham King was murdered.

I-I told you.

We're continuing
to look into that.

You can enjoy our hospitality
here tonight, Mr. Wu.

Please think about it, Lucy.

Come and stay with Birdie and I
for a few days.

Thank you for your concern,
Samuel,

but I am not going anywhere.

Lucy. I think we need
to close up shop.

- What?
- Well, it's hard enough

to convince those housewives
to ignore one murder.

After the explosion, they're
refusing to come near the place.

We still have our Chinese chefs,
Bruce.

Mr. Taylor may have a point,
Lucy.

It's getting dangerous.

These chefs have come
a long way,

some of them a very long way,
for a new life.

Where will we put them
after Graham's restaurants

- will all shut down?
- I will buy

both of Graham's
awful restaurants if I need to.

I will not close the school.

Tony Wu's alibi is
from someone called Mrs. Zang.

What's the point
of the White Australia policy?

There are immigrants everywhere.

Mrs. Zhang.
She runs a market garden.

That's where Tony Wu said
he was shopping

at the time of the first murder.

Yeah, but this says,
"Limited understanding."

I mean, if she can't even speak
Australian,

how can she provide an alibi?

No, we did our best.
But we may need an interpreter.

No point.
They all cover for each other.

No, Tony Wu had the motives,
the murder weapon,

and an alibi not worth the paper
it's written on.

I want him charged.

She's certain Tony wasn't here
the day of Graham's murder.

I just need to have a word
with her about our order.

Sure.

Do you think
that Sparrow's right about Tony?

No. Tony's lying to us
for some reason.

Why?

That doesn't sound
very friendly.

- Mm.
- Rita.

They both said "Rita."

- Is everything all right?
- Yes. Can we go?

I need to get back.

Of course.

This is serious, Mr. Wu.

Mrs. Zhang denies you were
at her stall that day.

I've been ordered to charge you
with two counts of murder.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, yes. I'm not stupid.

Okay, well, I believe
that you left the academy,

but I need to know
where you went.

Or do you want to go to prison?

No, I-I don't want
to go to prison.

All right.
It... It was an interview.

It was about a... a cooking job.

Thank you.

Which restaurant?

It wasn't a restaurant.

And what time
was his interview with you

at
the Huang-Zhou Dim Sim factory?

Yes.

Thanks.

He was there all lunchtime.

Hmm.

Next suspect.

Rita.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Mm.

Rita, are you all right?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's just the stress
of everything that's going on.

Sit down.

I think you dropped this.

It's beautiful.

- Are they daphne flowers?
- Yes.

It was hers.

It was Daphne's.

Samuel gave it to me
after she died.

It's... It's very special to me.

If anything's worrying you...

I'm fine, I'm fine!

Oh, just please don't tell Lucy
about this, okay?

She's got enough on her plate.

I won't. I promise.

I'm sorry.

- A factory job?
- Yeah, not the kind of work

that Mr. Wu would have been
hoping for, I'm sure.

So he's off the hook.

Yes, but without a job.

Here, sit down.
Oh.

Oh, you didn't want me
to whip something up?

No. No, don't be silly.
It's my shout.

Mm.

I need to show you something.

This is Lucy's contract
with the Kings.

Have a look at this clause
just here.

"And whichever party
dissolves the partnership

before the end
of the 20-year term

will pay as compensation
the sum of £100,000."

- Wow.
- According to Birdie,

Lucy has money,
but not that kind of money,

and it's all tied up
in bricks and mortar, anyway.

So, legally, she was stuck
with Graham and Shirley.

But you said that she had made
her peace with Shirley.

Yes, but she also made the
bombe Alaska that blew her up.

So maybe Lucy was pretending
to accept Shirley

into the business
to cover her tracks.

Oh, God, I hope not.

She's so nice, and she's
Birdie and Samuel's family.

Samuel?

Sorry.

Um, sorry I missed dinner.

It's just, seeing Rita
has brought it all back.

It's awful, Violetta.
She can't bear to be

in the same room as me.

Clearly she blames me
for the accident, too.

I know you feel guilty about
buying Daphne the car, Samuel.

But I've been over
and over this, too,

and I think you're right...
Something doesn't quite add up.

Maybe Rita wasn't telling
the whole truth

about what happened that day.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Night, sir!

Aah!

Peregrine.
Sparrow was attacked last night.

The bag of money was stolen.

Uh, just give me a sec.

It's Chief Inspector Sparrow
for the hundredth time.

- Have you got an update?
- No.

When I get news,
I will ring him at the hospital.

Sir, nothing yet.

You lot wouldn't be
able to find a criminal

if he came up
and smacked you on the nose!

It's probably best
not to upset yourself.

- Look, Peregrine, I have to go.
- Idiots!

Sir?

Detective, I found this outside.

Thank you, Constable.

Huh. Look at that.

It's from King's Academy.

Is that blood?

Answer the question,
Mrs. Harrington.

Do you know where Rita is?
She's an hour late

- picking up the vegetables.
- Not now, Bruce.

Forget it.

I'll send Chung Li.

So?

Yes, it's my mallet.

It was a gift from one
of my Chinese students.

You knew
that Chief Inspector Sparrow

had the misappropriated cash.

We don't know
where the money came from.

It could have been Graham's.

There were a dozen other people

who saw Inspector Sparrow
leave with that bag.

Including your stepdaughter,
Rita.

You can't be serious!

Yes.

Yes, that's very helpful.

Thank you, Coroner.

Goodbye.

Sorry for listening.

Um, the coroner?

It's all supposition
at the moment.

The coroner mentioned
in the article Godfrey Joske.

I knew him at university.

He lectured in science
and the law.

The head injuries
Rita said she had

that causes her memory loss
and her headaches?

- He checked his report for me.
- And?

There is nothing like that
mentioned.

In fact, at the time,

he noted how lucky
she was to walk away unscathed,

apart from bruising
to her sternum.

Why would
she lie about hitting her head?

I don't know, Samuel.

♪ My life is all mixed up ♪

♪ God bless the child ♪

♪ Can't earn a penny
for his own cup ♪

Rita!

Rita!

What's happened?

Please, help me!

Someone's just tried
to drown me!

Did you see who it was?

No. I don't know!
I don't know who it was!

I've already told you
I didn't see who it was.

Thanks for this, Birdie.

She didn't want to stay there.

And Lucy knows nothing
about this?

Oh, Rita didn't want me
to say anything to her.

Well, she'll be worried.

And if someone's there
trying to hurt Rita,

well, then Lucy
should be warned.

I already have a couple of
officers searching the grounds.

Lucy was arguing about Rita
at the market garden yesterday.

Maybe Mrs. Zhang has something
to do with this.

Let's go.

Now, there's a little whiskey
in this,

so hang on to your hair ties.

Is that Chung Li?

What on earth's going on?

Mrs. Zhang?

Are you all right, Mrs. Zhang?

What were you and Chung Li
arguing about?

Hey!
It's private!

James?

It's private!

This is Rita's.

That better not be
what I think it is.

What the hell are Rita
and Chung Li mixed up in?

We should get this tested
immediately.

Rita?
You've, um, got a visitor.

Chung Li.
What are you doing here?

I was at the market garden.

Okay.

Mrs. Zhang tried to give me
something special.

For you.

What?

She always gives me
something extra.

Don't lie.
I cannot go back to China.

Well, what's going on here?
What's Rita lying about?

- I think you need to leave.
- No.

You are trouble.
You stop.

I-I don't know
what he's talking about.

No!
You know!

- Oh! Now, that's enough! Listen!
- You need to stop!

What the hell is going on here?

She is a liar!

You need to stop!

Chung Li?

It's all right.

Samuel, could you take Rita
to the sitting room, please?

It's all right.

We think we know
what's upsetting you.

And whatever your involvement,
Mr. Li,

things will be much better
for you if you cooperate.

Take a seat.

We need to speak with Violetta.

Make sure that he doesn't leave.

James?

You were right.

It's what you suspected.

It's opium.

So Mrs. Zhang
must be supplying it.

Well, thank you, Violetta.
I'm heading back there.

We need to tell Lucy.

- What is it? Is Rita all right?
- Yes. Yes. She's fine.

Um, look.
We need to have a little talk.

- Lucy?
- We've uncov...

Lucy, I'm so sorry.
I tried to stop.

I tried so hard.

Oh.

I know.

I know.

I suspected Rita had fallen back
into using opium again.

But I've been too distracted
with everything else.

I don't know why all these
terrible things are happening.

And I've been worried the police
will find out

what I've been doing.

Lucy.

It's all right, Chung Li.

We can trust these people.

Tell them your story.

In China,
I was always outspoken.

I was a journalist.

I wrote articles
against the revolution,

and that made me
someone dangerous.

They wanted me to fall in line,
follow the leader,

and I refused.

So you had to flee?

My pride cost my father
his life.

I was a danger
to the rest of my family.

I couldn't stay.

I didn't realize.

And Lucy helped you.

Lucy is a saint.

She helps people get out of
China with her cooking school.

She helps me to try to cook.

Because you're definitely
not a chef.

A chef would never have eaten
my disgusting cheese straws.

So you vouch for him
as a master chef

and then you use your
cooking school as the cover.

It's the only way around
the White Australia policy.

Brilliant.

Chung Li is not the first,

and if I can keep
the cooking school open,

he won't be the last.

I need to get back.

Rita, I'm curious...

Where did you get the money from
to buy the drugs?

F-From... From the money I got
for the groceries.

I took a bit here and there.

I'm so sorry about your family,
Chung Li.

You've paid a great price
in coming to Australia.

I miss my mother and sister.

I would pay so much more
than £500

if I could see them again.

Wait.

Five hundred pounds?

For the... the cooking school?

Tony Wu said that he only paid
£100.

Yes... £100 when I enrolled.

Then, after I arrived,

I received a letter asking me
to pay £400 more in cash

or everyone would find out
that I was not a real chef.

Well, that sounds like extortion
to me.

Who was the letter from?

From the academy.
It wasn't signed.

I was told to place the payment
in an envelope in the meter box.

Rita's been getting the money
for her opium habit somewhere.

But surely it can't be
that much.

I need to talk to James
and Mrs. Zhang,

and I think I'm gonna need
your help.

What if your friend arrests me
for lying about being a chef?

Detective Steed
is far more concerned

with solving a double murder

than disproving
your culinary skills.

Trust me.

She says she just delivers
what people ask.

She doesn't look.

Tell her I want to know
who is doing the importing.

I don't care about her.

Don't you?

At first it was a little,
just for the girl.

What did she say?

Mrs. Zhang has been supplying
the girl with special tea

every day.

She says she must have
a big boss with deep pockets.

So Rita's part of a drug ring.

We spoke to Mrs. Zhang.

We know that you were collecting
large amounts of opium

from her market.

It couldn't have just been
for you.

- I'm sorry.
- Rita.

I want to tell you the truth.
I'm just so afraid!

It's okay.

They've already tried
to kill me!

They said they'd hurt Lucy
if I told anyone!

They know about what she's doing
with the Chinese students.

Rita, we can do a lot
to protect you.

I can't!

Why don't you just tell me
what the arrangement was?

There was a drop-off point
at the school.

It's where I collected
the money.

- The meter box.
- It was always locked.

I was told to put the opium
in there.

Birdie, could you call Steed
and ask him to meet me there?

It's over there.

You didn't need my bobby pin,
did you?

Hey, there's more money here.

What's that?

You gave Rita that money.

You bastard!

Rita was off the opium!
She was recovering!

And you've dragged her
back down again!

You risked her life!

You've put honorable people
in danger!

That's enough, you stupid bitch!

- Lucy! You let go of her!
- Calm down, Mr. Taylor.

- This won't help anything.
- James.

Get back!
Or we all go up.

It was you.
You killed them.

Bruce, you don't need to
do this.

Get back around there!

Well, I guess I do know my way
around the kitchen.

This is police brutality.

I was just trying to scare her.

You've had a head injury,
Mr. Taylor.

You need you to take it easy.

And we need to have
a little chat.

You're an opportunist,
aren't you, Bruce?

When you realized
what Lucy was doing,

you charged her Chinese refugees
extra to keep their secret.

They were trying to sneak
into this country.

They deserved to pay the price.

Well, that extra money wasn't
quite enough for you, was it?

When you found out
about Rita's opium habit,

you blackmailed her
into collecting your dirty money

and then using it
to buy more opium.

You had a nice little trade
going on...

until Graham suspected
that Rita was using drugs.

Are you still on drugs?
Are you?

- Get off of me!
- Don't do this to Lucy.

If you're so worried about Lucy,
go and talk to Bruce!

Rita went to Graham.

She told Graham
you were blackmailing her,

and then he found out where
you were hiding all the cash.

Last thing he did
was confront you.

It stops now, Bruce.

That money's going
to the police.

That was my money.
Mine.

It's blood money.

What were you gonna do with it,
Bruce?

Put it in an offshore account?

Finally take that holiday
that you so desperately wanted?

Um, not to Rosebud,
but maybe to Hawaii.

It's not a crime
to go on a bloody holiday.

It's a one-way ticket, Bruce.

But you needed
your retirement fund, hmm?

And when Shirley found out where
Graham had hidden the money,

you must have been terrified she
was gonna work everything out.

So you made sure
she wasn't talking to anybody.

Then Chief Inspector Sparrow
was your next target.

'Cause you couldn't walk away
from all that hard-earned cash.

Then, when Rita started
to panic,

you thought she might expose
your extortion,

and you tried to finish her off
as well.

Rita!

Rita was too terrified
to point the finger at you.

How could you, Bruce?

And for what?
Just money?

Shut up, Lucy.

I made a little bit
of pocket money

out of your Chinaman trade.

But you're the real criminal
here, not me.

You murdered two people.

You can't prove that.

I think we can, Mr. Taylor.

Well, before you do,
you need to know

I didn't come up
with this little scheme,

and I wasn't the only one
to profit from it.

I had the help
of the constabulary.

Take me down...
and they come down too.

So, they've arrested
Bruce Taylor.

Lucy's fine.

Thank God.

I wish I'd been brave enough

to tell the truth about him
earlier.

I wish I'd been brave enough
to tell the truth

about a lot of things.

Like the accident.

What do you remember?

Everything.

I didn't hurt my head.

And I didn't need opium
to help with my pain.

I just wanted to forget.

Daphne wasn't driving the car.

It was me.

I begged her to let me.

I said it would be fun.

She trusted me.

I lost control.

Oh, that bend,
it just kept going.

I killed her, Samuel.
I killed Daphne.

I couldn't tell you or Lucy,

and... I knew
you'd never forgive me.

And I wish it was me who died.
I wish it was me.

Oh, stop it.
Stop it.

That's enough, Rita.

Daphne would never
have wanted this.

Blaming yourself
won't bring her back.

Guilt never changes anything.

It was an accident.

It was a horrible accident...

...so you'll need to forgive
yourself.

I'm so sorry.

Sit down.

Bruce Taylor said
that a cop called him.

Said that, uh, Immigration had
suspicions about the academy,

but for a price
he could make it go away.

Right.

That's while Taylor was asking
the students to cough up cash.

Except he kept all the money
for himself.

So who was the crooked cop?

Well, he claimed that, uh,
he never met him,

but... he had a name.

Steed.

- He said it was you.
- Yeah. Well, he's lying.

You know I've got nothing
to do with it.

It's not about what I believe.

That man's a murderer.

He... He killed
Mr. and Mrs. King.

Tried to drown Rita.

We've got witnesses
and evidence.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

But, um, this doesn't solve
our little side issue, does it?

What are you saying?

I'm saying that he could cause
a lot of trouble.

But there's a way out.

Mm.

Slap him on the wrist.

- Send him on his way.
- Let him go?

Then no one need ever know that
he pointed the finger at you.

Problem solved.

But, um, we can only hold him
till the end of the day,

so... you think about it.

No. No, James.

Someone gave Bruce Taylor
your name.

Sparrow's behind this.
He has to be.

Birdie, I know
it's a lot to ask,

but I can't see
any other solution.

Your Aunt Phryne,

she kept that evidence
as leverage over Sparrow.

We hand it over, then that's it.
It's gone. Forever. Gone.

But as the wisest person I know
once said to me,

"Misericordia ante gloriam."

- "Compassion..."
- No.

You really like this fellow,
don't you?

Thank you, Birdie.

And if I'm the wisest person
you know,

then that's very concerning.

You've got one minute,
little fish.

I've got bigger fish to fry.

We both know why I'm here.

You can't do this to James.
You'll ruin his life.

I know that you're on the take.

Don't deny it.
I've seen you.

Grabbing yourself a little bonus
whenever you can.

And I understand why.

Overworked, underpaid.

But you're not a murderer.

And you can't let a murderer
go free.

So what are you asking?

Call Bruce's bluff.

What's the word
of a shoddy accountant

against a chief inspector?

Charge him with murder.

Why would I take that risk?

To put an end to the risk
of your own public humiliation.

Ooh.

Madame Lyon is yours...

...if you look after James.

Deal.

Well, are you going to keep me
in suspense?

What did he say?

Sparrow's charging Bruce Taylor
with the murders,

and he's going to support me

if any allegations
are thrown my way.

Very good.

So maybe he wasn't
the crooked cop using my name.

Well, I guess you'll never know.

Oh.

Peregrine.

Are you really cooking?

Well, I have to keep up
the family tradition, hmm?

Apparently my aunt was a whiz
in the kitchen.

That's a joke.
Who told you that?

Phryne's butler did it all.

What?

Oh, bloody Birdie.

Oh, well.
I've made it now.

It smells great.

And what is it?

It is apricot chicken...
in a bag.

Who would have thought
that would work?

Wow.

Well, go on.

Be brave.

Hey, before that, um...

I just want to say
it's been such a big week...

...and, um...
Peregrine, I just...

...I just want to say how much

I appreciate everything
that you do, and...

...I want you to know
just how much that you...

Are you expecting someone?

No.

- Hello?
- It's just us!

- Hello!
- Ahoy!

Come up!

Well, we knew you were cooking,
Peregrine,

so we thought
we'd have to save you.

Samuel!

Well, look.

This is all very nice
but completely unnecessary.

♪ You're my apple puddin' pie ♪

- Oh.
- I think this is for you.

Good luck.

- Oh.
- ♪ You're my sugar plum ♪

- ♪ Yum, yum ♪
- ♪ Yum, yum ♪

♪ A-yumma, yumma, tweet, tweet ♪

♪ You're so sweet, yum, yum ♪

I think this just might be
the best meal I've ever tasted.

Yes!

- I did it!
- Oh, you're a terrible liar!

♪ You're sugar and spice
and everything nice ♪

♪ I'm gonna kiss you once ♪

♪ I'm gonna kiss you twice ♪

♪ A-yumma, yumma, tweet, tweet ♪

♪ You're so sweet, yum, yum ♪

- ♪ Yum, yum ♪
- ♪ Yum, yum ♪

♪ Yum, yum ♪