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Hiya.

Ah! Bonjour.

Bonjour, mes amis. Bonjour.

And because our shops are neighbours,

you will get a little discount.

Our wedding gift to you.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Arthur. Thank you.

Oh, and thank your Francesca, too.

Of course. Now, tell me about the venue.

Well, I wanted to use places that were really important to us.

Basically, the pub.

ARTHUR LAUGHS I see.

No, and the square.

I mean, that's been the centre of everything.

My wife and I got married in that square.

Every inch of wall was festooned with garlands of roses.

The fragrance was... sublime.

That's exactly what we want.

Well, we want to cover them with these beauties. Hang on.

We want the... the pink, for admiration.

And, erm, the yellow...

well, that's for the joy of new beginnings.

Oh. Renoir painted this

with a paintbrush strapped to his wrist.

Why? Well, he had rheumatoid arthritis.

Oh, right. I was just showing off.

Jean? Jean? I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Thomas is here with a shovel. Oh. Right, OK.

Look, I won't be a moment.

Why don't you two talk about the foliage?

Foliage?

Ah. Hi, Thomas. Thanks for bringing this in.

You know, we've had a customer

who's wanted a Leopold Chauveau for about a year now.

We've had no luck. Well, OK.

Excuse me.

Wow.

Well, the markings and the signature are OK.

Yeah.

How much are you asking for it?

7,000 euros. For cash.

OK. Erm...

Do you mind if we just have a...?

Mm. OK.

Jean, we can sell tomorrow for 10,000 euros.

Things have been a bit quiet recently.

And it's Thomas.

We have had some good things from him, no?

No, no, it's definitely genuine.

Let's do it. Excellent.

Sorry. Pardon.

I did not mean to eavesdrop,

but 7,000 euros for a doorstop?

I know, mate. I'll never understand it either.

Madness.

CHARLIE LAUGHS

Agh!

Simone?

DOOR SLAMS

♪ 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. ♪

OK, tell me everything again, but slowly.

I heard an almighty crash,

and when I came down the stairs, Simone was lying on the floor.

I passed out for a minute, and... they got away.

And why did the alarm not sound? I could swear I put it on.

I asked Simone to go and check it.

It's... It's my fault she was attacked.

And this is a bronze sculpture?

It's a monstre by Leopold Chauveau.

It's worth about 10,000 euros.

Is it a large item?

It's only about... about that big.

Was anything else stolen? Not as far as I can see.

They must have just really wanted that one thing.

It's a very rare and, uh, unusual item.

We were very excited to have sourced it.

Where did you source it from?

One of our most reputable dealers, Thomas Girard.

Had some great things off him over the years, haven't we?

OK, I will start a formal investigation tomorrow

when I get to work.

Luckily, I was on night shift.

In the meantime, I will put a patrol car outside

for peace of mind.

Merci, Caron. Oui, merci, Caron.

JEAN SIGHS 'Poor Simone.'

That must have been horrific. Yeah, I know.

Ten grand for a little statue? Don't start!

What, was it that big?

The value is in the rarity, not the size.

What makes it so rare?

Well, most of his work was kept within the family

or donated to museums.

God, it is amazing, the lengths people will go to

when they want something so bad.

Hey. Did you lock the door behind you when you left?

What? Well, we left in a rush. Did you lock the door properly?

Yeah, we're all locked up, and Claudie's all tucked up in bed.

Right, let's get back, though, yeah?

We simply must try and get a holiday soon, darling.

We haven't been away for ages.

Skiing, maybe.

No. Too much snow. True.

I mean, all the apres is lovely, but actually skiing is ghastly.

Oh, what...?

Look! A camera. It's like a message in a bottle.

Dive in, darling.

What? Go on, dive in.

I've had half a bottle of Champagne. I might never get out.

Nonsense! You dive like a dolphin. Go on, in you go.

SHE CHUCKLES

HE SIGHS

Got it!

Oh, well done, darling. Bring it back on the boat.

Morning, Jean. Morning, Dom.

Hiya. Morning, Francesca.

Papa said you were coming in to confirm your flowers this morning.

Yeah, we're very excited.

He also said that he had never met anyone

who knew as much about flowers since my late maman.

Yeah, she's like that. Knows a lot about a lot.

THEY CHUCKLE Let's go inside.

Actually, erm... before we do, it's probably good to tell you -

we had a break-in at the shop last night.

Oh, no. Is everyone OK?

Yeah, just about.

Do you mind if I quickly go and check in on Simone and Charlie?

Of course not. Give them my best.

Oh, I will do.

Papa lives alone above our shop. It's always such a worry.

That's why we had cameras installed.

I'll check them for you, see if they show anything.

Oh, that'd be very kind of you.

Mind you, he always forgets to put them on,

so I'm not promising anything.

Well, it's worth a look, eh? Absolutely.

OK. Won't be long. OK.

There you go, darling.

It's just like the ones from the '70s. Do you remember?

Clipping on the flash, pointing and hoping for the best.

How could I forget?

And when they were developed,

there were only ever about four photos that were any good.

All those chopped-off heads.

Hysterical! And not a filter in sight.

Oh, those were the good old days.

Oh, look. There's some snaps left on here.

Shall we? Shall we what?

Finish the film, then go and get them developed.

They might even give us

one of those little photo-envelope thingies we used to get.

But what'll we take a photograph of?

Why, me, silly! Of course.

How could I not take a photograph

of the most beautiful woman in the world?

Exactly. SHE CHUCKLES

Oh, what fun! It's like going back in time.

Ready.

Don't decapitate me.

Ah! You're both just in time for a plateau de confort.

For what? Comfort tray.

It's my grandmother's invention,

for when I needed a little pick-me-up.

How are you doing?

I'm OK.

We were just saying, it was lucky we decided to display the glass

on the table yesterday, uh?

It saved my life. It did indeed.

You want me to give that alarm the once-over?

Uh, thanks, but the engineer rebooted the system

first thing when he came,

and I took the liberty of asking him to get some extra deadlocks fitted.

That's a great idea.

Well, they've done a good job.

No-one's getting through that with or without an alarm.

I'm so sorry, Simone. Aw.

Charlie, you can't blame yourself.

The only person to blame is the one who broke in.

PHONE RINGING Oh. Excuse me.

Oh, it's Caron.

'Please excuse me, Jean.

'I wanted to come to the shop, but I cannot leave the station.'

Richard is sick, and I have a suspect I'm holding.

I need to ask you a favour.

How can I help?

Something interesting has come up about the bronze in question

on the police database.

It was reported stolen from an auction house

in Fos-sur-Mer about three months ago.

But, uh, this is the interesting part.

They had only purchased it the day before.

The Chauveau was stolen three months ago.

What?

'I have no time to drive there, and no-one is answering.'

Jean, you may have to follow this one up yourself for now.

Yeah, of course. Erm... I'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

Reported stolen from where?

An auction house in Fos-sur-Mer.

There's only one there.

The Chateau Heritage. Right.

We need to talk to the broker who bought it.

It is about one hour and a half's drive.

You are not driving, Simone. Hang on, hang on.

Shouldn't we leave the questioning to Caron?

After all, he is the police. Caron can't leave the station.

He's asked me to, er... to follow it up.

He's given you permission to investigate?

Oh, and we need to speak to Thomas.

Whoever sold it to him sold him stolen property.

He's going to be devastated.

Me and Dom can pop in after we've been to the florist.

We're supposed to be, erm... confirming our wedding flowers.

Oh!

Are you still worried about Claudie? She'll be fine.

Yeah, I know, I know.

You are a nervous expectant grandpa, Dom?

Yeah, erm... something like that, yeah.

Right, go on, then.

We'll go to the florist, then we'll go and see Thomas.

But let's make it quick, yeah? OK, love.

Thomas's house is literally around the corner.

It's on Rue de l'Eglise. Here is the number.

And we will go to Fos-sur-Mer.

One of us should stay here to keep the shop open.

No. Nobody is being left alone here today.

It will be bad for business.

Oui, ma cherie.

Well, as soon as you know anything, give me a call.

We will. Oh, enjoy your bloom choosing.

Oh, we will.

So good of Gloria to pick up the photos.

I'd forgotten that the chemist is next to the garage.

Asking us to wait an hour for them - how ridiculous!

Top-up, darling? Naturally.

There you go.

Oh. Do not engage, Jeremy.

I think I've changed my mind. Oh, oh, oh. Come on, darling.

You promised.

TOM CLEARS HIS THROAT

Oh, sorry, Tom. Didn't see you there.

Hello, Jezza.

Er, Carol has something she would like to say -

to both of you.

Jeremy, Judith...

...I just want to say I'm deeply sorry about cheating on the quiz.

With you winning the last three quizzes

and being voted on to the museum board,

not to mention your new pergola...

I got a bit jealous.

There. Now... I've said it.

Oh, I am deeply ashamed. I hope you can forgive me.

Of course, darling.

All forgotten. I probably overreacted anyway.

Oh! Thank you, Judith.

Mwah. Mwah.

Join us for a drink? Wouldn't mind a quick snifter.

Would you consider joining us for dinner tonight at Gigi's?

You know, to say sorry.

Oh, I love Gigi's.

It's the only restaurant in Sainte-Victoire

where they know how to serve a prawn cocktail.

In a cocktail glass.

We'd love to. Oh!

Here's your photos.

Oh, look, darling! We've got an envelope thingy.

Thanks, Gloria. Do join us.

We've, ah, had some old-fashioned photos developed.

I bet they're awful. BOTH CHUCKLE

Let's get another bottle of bubbles,

you know, to celebrate our reconciliation.

Champers, not prosecco, darling.

Of course, darling.

JUDITH LAUGHS Oh. Sorry, darling.

Don't worry. The rest of me looks pretty good.

That's quite sweet.

Who the hell is that?

Ooh! That bad, eh?

At least you can filter a photo now, get rid of those wrinkles.

ALL LAUGH

Gloria, er, can I have a quick word?

Yeah. No problem.

Don't say a word. Course I won't.

My God. Who do you think it is?

I was just wondering...

should I get some lavender as well?

To be honest, it's not really the season,

but I can get it.

You think it's a bit too much? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

When it comes to beauty in blooms,

is there such a thing as too much?

And the astonishing fragrance will signify...

...the joy of new beginnings.

Aw. Yeah, OK. We'll go for it.

Don't worry, Dom. We are planning to do you a very good deal.

Oh, no, I was just... I was having a look, you know.

Oh. Sorry, love. Do you think I'm getting a bit carried away?

I think it's someone else who's getting carried away.

Oh! Moi?

PHONE RINGS Ah! Excuse moi.

Oh, those lilies are beautiful. Well, I love them.

But some people are so suspicious about them.

Do you remember, Papa? Ah, oui.

My mum wouldn't touch them if they were requested.

Me or Dad had to do the bouquet order.

Papa was saying how interesting your job is, Jean.

Well, it's certainly that. He was telling me about the bronze.

A tiny thing worth so much?

Well, the value of precious artifacts

never ceases to amaze me, even after all these years.

I mean, you're in a constant state of shock about it, aren't you?

Can't get my head around it, honestly.

PHONE DINGS AND BUZZES

Oh, no. What's wrong?

Do you mind? It's just, she's on her own.

No, no. I won't be long.

I'll go and see Thomas on... Everything OK?

Yeah, yeah, it's just his... his daughter.

It's, erm... It's a long story.

You didn't say anything, did you?

Course I didn't. I was discussing Tom's carburettor.

They've invited us out for dinner tonight.

Oh, Lord, that is a tricky one.

How on earth am I supposed to look them in the eye?

Being two-faced isn't something I'm very good at.

Er...

Just put it in a box in your head and stick a lid on it.

That's a great idea.

It's called compartmentalising.

I think I can do that.

DOUGLAS WHINES SOFTLY Right, I've got to go.

Douglas is getting his dewclaws done.

Give me a ring if you need me. Thanks, Gloria.

Poor old Tom.

What do we do, darling? What do we do?

We just act naturally. Pop it into a compartment.

Claudie?!

Claudie! Where are you?

I know I'm not much of a believer, but thank God.

Dad? What's up? Come here.

Saw a bloke on the video doorbell, and I thought it was him.

Oh, Dad. That was a delivery man.

I've started to order some things for the baby. Oh.

I figured if I'm staying here, I might as well start prepping.

We can stop hugging now.

Oh, yeah. Oh.

Are you OK for money and stuff? Yeah.

I've got some savings. Yeah. What about work?

Oh, school have given me early maternity leave.

That's good.

It is all right that I've ordered a few things, isn't it?

I mean... I can stay here, can't I?

Yeah. Yeah, course you can. Yeah.

Jean's... totally fine with it.

Is she? Yes.

But... I... well, we both...

We need to know exactly what's been going on.

And I've told you everything.

Have you? Yes.

Thing is...

...my life is changing. You know, I'm getting married.

Oh, Dad, I'm so selfish.

How can I even think of staying here?

I'll find somewhere on my own for me and the baby.

No! No, no, it's not that.

There will always be a home for you, wherever I am.

But it isn't just about me any more.

I understand. You and Jean want to live together.

To be honest, we've been living together for quite a while.

But we just need to find a way that all of us can live together,

and then we can get you sorted out.

Are you sure I'm not ruining everything for you?

No, of course not. But...

...we do need to start talking to each other.

Oh, Dad. I'm sorry. It's all such a big mess.

I don't know what to do. Come on, come here. Come on.

All right, we'll sort it.

All right.

The monstre was stolen?

SHE SIGHS DEEPLY I'm so sorry.

And you're absolutely sure? Police confirmed it.

Three months ago from an auction house.

But I would never buy stolen goods.

Charlie said you'd be devastated.

Ah! I still have the receipt -

from the art gallery in Nice where I bought it.

It looks disorganised, but I am fastidious with my filing.

Let me find the receipt.

Er, when did you buy it? October.

About, ooh, six weeks ago.

The art gallery is extremely reputable.

It has been trading for, ooh, 50 years.

It's not uncommon, Thomas.

It's not the first piece of art that's stolen

that's got through the net.

Ah! Here it is.

See? I bought it on October 14.

Right. Erm, can I keep this for a while?

The police will need it for their investigations,

and I certainly need it for my insurance. Of course.

Do let me know if there is anything else I can do to help, Madame White.

I will. Thank you.

So the bronze was definitely stolen three months ago -

a day after the auction house purchased it.

'Did anything else go missing?' No.

It was just like what happened to us.

Except no-one was hurt.

But, uh, the assistant who brokered the deal is on holiday,

so they are just going through the records for us now to double-check.

'Well done, you two.'

Right, we're heading back, so see you in the shop tomorrow.

'OK, bye.'

It'll be our 32nd cruise, won't it, darling? Ah.

Darling? Yes?

I was just saying about our next cruise.

I have absolutely nothing to wear.

I have no desire to be trapped on a big boat with a load of strangers.

Having our own yacht is so much more fun.

Ah, but does your yacht have cuisines from all around the world

available 24 hours a day?

Thankfully not. I'd be the size of a house!

Tell me about it! I just can't keep away.

TOM CHUCKLES

Carol loves the spa, don't you, darling?

Darling? Yes?

I was just saying about the spa on the ship.

Oh, yes. It's divine.

I swear by the hot-stone massage.

TOM CHUCKLES, PHONE RINGS

Oh, erm... do excuse me.

It's my cousin. She's very ill.

Apologies, you two. I don't know what's got into her.

She hates that cousin, and now she's never off the bloody phone to her.

TOM SIGHS You know...

you two should really consider a cruise.

Being waited on hand and foot 24-7 is good for the soul.

Well, we'll give it some thought, won't we, darling?

Yes, of course.

Maybe we could make it a foursome.

That would be great fun!

I'd love to see you two on the waterslide.

TOM LAUGHS

Oh, Gloria. Thank goodness you're here.

Guys, I've got five minutes.

I'm rammed today. What's the big emergency?

Oh, Gloria, it was awful.

We went for dinner with them last night.

Who? Tom and Carol.

The one in the photo. The affair! Oh, right, yeah.

She kept looking at her phone, so distracted.

Tom was utterly oblivious.

He even invited us to go on a cruise for a foursome.

Er, as a foursome, darling.

Same thing.

At one point, she actually got up from the table, took a call,

giggling like a schoolgirl, while Tom apologised for her.

Who did Tom think she was on the phone to?

Her cousin.

We are at a loss, Gloria.

Do we tell Tom? What do we do?

Look.

I can only speak from experience.

When my husband was having multiple affairs,

everyone knew and no-one told me.

And do you know who put me out of my misery when he found out?

Dom. He sat me down and told me.

And I can never thank him enough for that.

At least I knew then, and I could make some changes.

My advice is to tell him.

If you call him a friend, let him know.

Right. Yes.

I guess it's the only thing we can do.

Believe me, you'll be doing them a massive favour.

Right, I better go. Good luck.

Thanks, Gloria! Yes, thank you.

Both of you. GLORIA CHUCKLES

So, the mask was stolen

the day after it was bought at Fos-sur-Mer auction house.

Then it turns up at an art gallery in Nice,

and then is bought by Thomas Girard on the, er...

...on the 14th of October.

But no, that can't be right.

Let me just check something.

KEYBOARD KEYS TAPPING

Ah. Hm!

I knew I'd seen this online.

This particular art gallery in Nice, they had a fire at the end of March,

so they were not even open when this receipt was signed.

PHONE BUZZES

Oui, bonjour?

Oui.

OK.

Merci.

That was the auction house at Fos-sur-Mer.

They found out who sold them the bronzes from Sainte-Victoire

and his name is Thomas Girard.

Ah, no. Thomas...

JEAN SIGHS I'll call Caron.

You know, I wouldn't be completely averse to a luxury cruise.

Really? If we booked first class.

Oh, my God. Quick, hide!

What? Look!

It's the man from the photos. We have to tell Tom.

Look, I've been thinking.

Before we destroy Tom's life,

don't you think it'd be a good idea to ask Carol what's going on? What?

Well, let her know that we know, then she can sort her own mess out.

That's not a bad idea.

I mean, Tom might never speak to us again,

and our names would be dirt down the beach club.

Mm, very true.

But I hate to be selfish, darling, but this is not our mess.

Would you want to know?

What? If I was having an affair?

Well, I'm not sure.

Maybe ignorance is bliss.

True, if no-one else knew.

No. But what if the roles were reversed?

Would you want someone to tell you?

Yes, I think I would.

Well, then we only have one choice.

You do know I never would. Really?

Of course not.

Why on earth would I want anyone else but you?

Nor I you, darling.

Come on, let's follow them.

The Fos-sur-Mer auction house

confirms that the Leopold Chauveau bronze

you sold to Brodeur & White Antiques recently,

you also sold to them three months ago.

Here it is. See, I bought it on October 14th.

Mm-hm.

'Now, I remembered that all your receipts have the same letterhead.'

So I gave the art gallery in Nice a call.

And you used to work there, didn't you?

Where, presumably, you had access

to a load of authentic blank receipts.

I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.

I am a little confused, Jean. Please, can you explain?

Well, it's, er... It's quite a simple scam, isn't it, Thomas?

You sell an item to one place,

and then you steal it back the next day,

and you wait a while, and then you repeat the process.

I see. Only you slipped up this time.

Because that art gallery in Nice

where you pretended to purchase a monstre,

and consequently faked this receipt from,

well, it was closed on that date,

the 14th of October, due to a fire.

A rookie mistake from someone with so much experience.

SIGHS

OK, I admit it.

I have used this method a few times over the years,

but I would only do it once per auction house.

Maybe.

But I think you heard how much we wanted a monstre

and you could not resist doing it one more time.

But, Thomas...

...attacking Simone, though.

Jean, I swear I did not steal it back from your shop.

The evidence strongly suggests otherwise.

I swear it was not me!

You will be held in custody while we continue our investigation.

You must tell Charlie. It was not me.

Please! You've got to believe me.

I will check the CCTV from the cameras

and let you know what we find. OK.

Jean, very good job.

Right. No time like the present.

We're doing the right thing, darling.

Except...

What? I think it might be better coming from you.

What? Woman to woman.

Oh, yes. I think you're right.

OK. Here goes. I'll wait here for you, darling.

Fabulous timing, Judith.

I need a second opinion on some fabrics we're considering.

I think these belong to you.

Oh, haven't seen one of these for years.

You've put me and Jeremy in an impossible situation,

and we really don't know what to do about it.

Oh. Oh, it's all right, darling.

We all make mistakes.

You don't understand.

He's my son.

What?

I was 15 years old when I gave birth.

A child having a child.

My parents sent me to a home for unmarried mothers.

They let me keep him... for six weeks.

Your parents? They sent me to a convent.

The nun said I was a moral degenerate.

Oh, I loved him more in that six weeks

than anything else in my entire life.

And then they took him away from me.

Cruel, so cruel.

He was given up for adoption.

And I grew up knowing he was somewhere else in the world.

Not a day went by without my thinking of him.

And then, three months ago, he made contact.

How?

I deposited my DNA on a website ten years ago,

my last desperate attempt to find him.

But he found you instead.

Yes. He's now called Martin.

I named him Wayne, so I think he lucked out on that one.

We bought the disposable cameras

so we could start building on our missing past,

and then we lost it on the quay.

Why can't you tell Tom?

Oh, I want to,

but I'm worried he'll hate me for never telling him.

Why on earth would he hate you?

We made a life choice not to have kids.

Now, listen to me, Carol. You have to tell him.

You're utterly devoted to each other.

He needs to know because you need him now more than ever before.

Yeah.

Who would have believed it, huh?

I really like Thomas. I feel very betrayed.

I bet you do, love.

Hang on. This is impossible. What's wrong?

Have a look at this, ladies.

Somebody has just literally tried to sell the monstre

to an antique shop in Biarritz.

Thomas is still in custody. How can this be?

I don't know, I just put it on...

There is such a thing?

The dealers in the south of France set it up a couple of years ago.

If there is a stolen item flagged up,

the notification will appear on this app.

OK, so, they tried to sell it to a Ethel Antiques. Hang on.

JEAN MUTTERS

WOMAN ON PHONE SPEAKS FRENCH

Oh, hello, is that Ethel? 'It is.'

Hi. This is Jean White from Brodeur & White Antiques

over in Sainte-Victoire.

'Hello. How can I help?'

Erm, we've just had an alert on the stolen app

about the Leopold Chauveau monstre.

'Oh, yes. I just told the seller I was going to check it on the app,

'and when I came back online, the seller had disappeared.'

Right. Can I ask, what was the seller's email?

'It's fp@fleursparleroy 72portal.com.'

7,000 Euros for a doorstop?

Oh, those lilies are beautiful.

Well, I love them,

but some people are so suspicious about them.

Thank you, Ethel. That's great.

'Au revoir, Jean.' Au revoir.

DISCONNECT TONE

Come with me.

BELL RINGS

Jean! I was just thinking about you.

Please excuse me. I'm a silly old man.

I should have mentioned it earlier,

but we have to punctuate with lilacs.

Oh, right.

Yes, because that will give you depth and fragrance.

Well, that sounds fantastic.

Maybe Francesca could give me an example?

Ah, she's not here, but she should be back soon.

Oh. Do you mind if we wait for her?

Of course not. I will make some coffee.

HE CHUCKLES

Lilacs are a lovely choice, Jean.

We're not here for the flowers, Charlie.

BELL RINGS

I think you have something of ours, Francesca.

Charlie!

Is it in your bag?

Ah, I was looking for a little cognac,

but I am afraid...

Francesca?

I'm sorry, Papa, but... we needed the money.

I don't understand.

Well, three months behind on the rent

and cannot even afford the flowers at the market any more.

I'm so sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that.

What happened, Francesca?

We're drowning in debt.

And I didn't want to worry you, Papa.

When you came back and told me

how much that little bronze was worth,

I thought 7,000 euros would help us so much.

So you stole... from our friends?

I see you put the alarm code in every morning.

So I took the spare key you gave my father, and...

it seemed so easy.

Turn the alarm off and take the statue.

I knew I had put it on.

You were not meant to be there, Simone.

I had some flower wire in my pocket and...

Argh!

...I don't know what came over me.

Oh, Francesca...

ACCORDION MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH

MUSIC CONTINUES

You must let us take you out for dinner again,

make up for my behaviour last time.

No making up to do. We completely understand.

Carol says you two have been great pals.

We will never forget it.

Nonsense, old chap.

We were just given some very good advice

which we merely passed on.

Well, thank you. It must have been a shock.

More a surprise than a shock.

No, actually, it's both.

We always joked that if we ever did decide to adopt,

it'd have to be someone in their 50s.

THEY CHUCKLE

Yeah, it's a lot to take in,

but I'm gonna be as supportive as I possibly can.

It's the only thing to do.

Oh, I'm so glad you said that, darling, because...

...I'd like you to meet my son, Martin.

I know, and it was only 14 euros. Ha!

Ah, Gloria.

We owe you a drink. Oh, great. What did I do?

I followed your advice. He's her son, not her lover.

Really?

Well, good for you for saying something.

Well, we wouldn't have done it without you, so thank you.

My pleasure. Right. What are you having?

Oh, I'll have a lemonade, please. One ice cube.

I know, right, one ice cube. What is the point?

Shut it, Grandad. It chills without diluting. Simple.

Fair point, Glo. Oh, I like your jumpers.

Oh, yeah. It was her idea.

We've even got a mini one for the baba, haven't we?

Yeah, I wanted to look like a band.

I don't think there's a single baby item

we've not looked at or bought today.

No, we even got a cot.

I've forgotten how much room babies take up.

Luckily for you, I am the master of timespace organisation.

CLAUDIE CHUCKLES

You and baby staying at Jean and Dom's, Claudie?

Yeah, Dad's got it all organised, haven't you?

That should read Super Grand-pere. Aw!

PHONE BUZZES

Hey, that's not him, is it?

What? No, I told you, he's not been in touch.

You promise? Proper pinky promise.

OK.

JEAN WHISPERS

Hey, I'm joking about the ice cube.

I know. I'm furious.