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- Won't you come in.
- Oh thanks.

Right. Now...

If you just like to follow me
through to the studio.

Yohoo! Lester!

Look what I brought you.

This is Mr. Rose.

He's gonna do you proud, love.

Mrs. Snape.

Gillian.

- How do you do?
- How do you do.

She's all yours.

Er, may I take your
coat, Mrs. Snape?

Thank you, Mr. Rose.

Ah. A drink.

Get us in the mood.

Not much on offer, I'm afraid.

A glass of sherry will do nicely.

My word.

Quite an act to follow.

Mmm? Ah yes.

Most of them dead, alas.

So now you're stuck with me.

Our father died just over a
year ago, Mrs. Wainthropp.

And my sister had this
idea of lifting mother's spirits.

Stupid idea.

Oh, don't start all that.

We paid for her to
have a makeover.

It's a day at a beauty parlour,
all-over pampering.

66 quid it costs us.

And the photograph was extra,

which they did not make
clear at the outset.

I paid my share of it.

We're not saying
you didn't, Lysette.

This is your mother, is it?

He's given her nice shoulders.

It's not all he's given
her, our Mr. Rose.

Do you mind?

12 weeks is all it took him to
get his feet under the table.

They're getting
married on Saturday.

What is it you don't
like about him exactly.

Well, he's a Casanova.

The face of a mature woman
is infinitely more...

...beguiling to me than
the young slip of a girl.

Not only that,
he's a barefaced liar.

Public school, Stonyhurst.

Captain of the rugby 15.

It's all Tosh, he was never there!

Bryan went over and
checked the records.

You've just got to look
at him, Mrs. Wainthropp.

He's seedy.

He's only got the one
suit that we've ever seen.

And his shoes.

Well...

before she bought
him a new pair.

Italian, very snazzy.

The point at issue is,

there's money involved.

Not just this house.

But quite a substantial amount
in stocks and shares.

Father did very well out in
polythene bags and bin liners.

And our seedy old friend's out for
every penny he can get his hand on.

We think he's tried
it before on others.

Without much success if
he's having to try again.

What gives you this idea?

Well, he's got no bank account.

No medical history
and no credit rating.

Well, not under the
name of Rose anyway.

You found this out?

Oh, Bryan didn't like
what he had to do.

Alright, I can answer
for myself, Kelly.

The law's an ass
in that quarter.

But my prime concern
is for Gillian.

Oh, come off it Bryan.

She's my mother not yours.

Can't she live a life
without you hounding her?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Wasn't my idea to call you.

She's wrong.

We want to stop
a horrible mistake.

What you're asking if
I'm reading you right,

is that I investigate
this man's past

in the hope of finding
something incriminating...

Never mind incriminating.

It's anything that
proves our point

and you've got
five days to do it.

How are we going to start?

You start with what
we know Geoffrey.

Here, slow down.

I'm not showing me
colours just yet.

So it's all on you at this stage.

Get in there and ask for
information on a makeover.

What's a makeover,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

It's when you have yourself
done over, top to toe.

Facial, body massage.

Legs waxed.

Unwanted hair removed.

I'm not going in
there asking for that!

Get in.

You couldn't have
chosen better, love.

Auntie May will see a ton of difference
by the time we're done with her.

Oh, is that her there?

No.

Yes, yes.

You spoilt the surprise?

I told her I was
coming in to er...

...see my girlfriend.

Asking her out like,
on a date, you know.

Come back when you're shaving.

Right.

When she's had this
makeover, my auntie,

she goes and has a photo taken.

Over there, is it?

They say this
Mr. Rose is the best.

They've been doing four
months, the salon and Mr. Rose.

Doing quite nicely.

I asked was he's married.

'Cos my Auntie May was widowed.

- Aw.
- She laughed.

Said she been asked that
before, but he's spoken for.

Well done Geoffrey.

They've just gone in over there.

What now, I wonder.

Well if we knew where he lives,
I can go and have a look round.

Get chatting to a neighbour.

You could.

Even though we're
clutching at straws.

26 Radley Street.

I'll keep watch on things here.

Where's Radley Street?

Don't ask me,

ask a policeman.

I don't know what I've
done to deserve you Lester.

Thought my chance of
happiness had gone forever.

And you were wrong, weren't you?

You can still change your mind.

I won't sue you for
breach of promise.

I don't believe my eyes,
Geoffrey, I don't.

What you've done is a
violation of somebody's rights,

don't you know that?

It weren't theft, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I was looking for clues.

Clues? You broke in, you stole!

What damage did you do?

Nothing.

Just, lifted the window.

Oh Geoffrey, not back
to the bad old days.

Oh, I thought, I truly thought

we drummed all this out
of you once and for all.

Right, I'll take it back then.

You can't take it back now.

He might be there, and then you'll be
nicked for breaking and re-entering.

It goes back first thing tomorrow.

After he's gone off to work.

Do you understand that Geoffrey?

Right, no problem.

In the meanwhile...

What do you say we
should do, Robert?

Hm?

Huh.

What's done can't be undone.

You might as well open it.

There were racing
papers in his room.

With horses ringed.

So he's a betting man.

Doesn't account
for his shabbiness.

The Queen Mary.

April 1963.

What would he be doing on that?

Ship's photographer perhaps.

Do you think it were the monkey
that chewed the golf ball.

He's got a mate called
Studger who's skint.

No date.

Hey look at this.

Darling Ricky.

When are you coming
to ruffle my feathers?

Your fluffy little barn owl.

Ricky.

June '63.

It's two months after
the Queen Mary.

Address Lytham.

I wonder if she's still there?

She's quite an old
barn owl by now.

Do you think this is the
fluffy little barn owl.

Or just another one
of his conquests.

With BM.

Southport, August '93.

Can you find anything
from Southport.

Ah! Yes Inland Revenue. Red.

But it's not for Mr. Rose.

Who is it for then?

Mr. Peterson,
12 Mallard Road, Southport.

Will you do something
for me tomorrow?

As long as it's not
breaking the law.

Alright.

Be outside the photo shop when
he comes out at dinner time.

See where he goes,

who he talks to,

and what he gets
up to generally.

And what will you and
Geoffrey be doing?

We'll be photocopying this.

And this...

...and this.

And we'll be taking this back.

And then we'll be
off to the seaside.

Excuse me!
I'm sorry to bother you.

Um...

You haven't seen a
black Labrador have you,

running this way?

I was walking her for a friend.

She's got an ulcerated leg

and the lead slipped out of my
hands and the doggie went off!

Well now, er...

It hasn't come my way.

Does it have a disc?

Telephone number?

What name does he answer to?

Er... er, Blackie.

- Blackie?
- Yes.

That's handy.

Now, you say you were
coming down here

and you lost her running where?

No, I was coming up there

and the dog went off down there.

Ah! In the general
direction of home.

- Yes!
- His home.

Yes, well that's where he lives.

That's where he's
probably headed.

Why don't you try that first.

Yes I will.

Thank you.

Blackie? Blackie!

I do hope you find him.

Try next door?

Someone of the older
generation I think.

With a keen eye on the world.

No no, they weren't called Rose.

What were they called, Arnold,
that couple opposite 12 months back?

No. No he were Richard and she
had a fancy name, double-barrelled.

Me husband'll know.

Was it Peterson?

I, I don't think
they were married.

But they were very pleasant.

He always had a twinkle.

But her if me memory serves me,

wasn't there something
wrong with her?

Anyway,

one day, she vanished.

Vanished?

Yes, into thin air.

How do you mean?

Well, one day she were there,
the next she were gone.

And he,
well my husband will tell you,

I mean, he were like
a lost soul for a day.

And then he were gone too.

I think they left owing money.

Always a shame when that
sort of thing happens.

Didn't they leave owing money?

Would you remember what he
did for a living, Mrs. Wittle?

Oh, I think he was
on the smudge.

That's snapping
tourists on the front.

He had a monkey on a chain.

And they er...

They used to drink in
the Upsteps, wasn't it?

Oh Arnold'll know.

Ah these are detectives, dear.

They've come to ask after
that couple across the road.

Caught up with them
at last 'ave yer?

Well tell him he still
owes me twenty quid.

Well I never knew that.

You didn't know that our Ida
because I never told you.

You knew them as
Mr. and Mrs. Peterson

but your wife doesn't
think they were married.

- They weren't.
- What were their Christian names?

Richard and Beatrice Marie.

But if it's her you want,

you could try digging
up that back garden.

If that's what you felt, Mr. Wittle,
you'd a told the police.

I said nowt then and
I'm saying nowt now

for fear of upsetting
the wife, right?

It's for others to find out.
Good day.

[race horse commentary]

Well excuse me for interrupting
but I want some advice.

It's my wife's birthday today
but I'm no punter myself so,

what do you recommend?

You're asking me, sir
to pick you a winner.

Hm, you don't have to, it's just that...

you have the look of a man who...

who might have heard a
whistler from the stable yard.

[chuckles]

Well then now er...

Is it pizza tonight or do you
wish to dine a la carte?

Sorry?

Is your dear lady worth
risking you shirt for?

Oh she's certainly worth something

but I couldn't afford more a tenner.

I'm redundant, you see.

Nuku Puku, Haydock, the one-thirty.

Oh, right.

- Nuku...
- Puku.

Form good is it, eh?

No form at all,
that's why its 40-1.

Ah, right.

Everything to play for.
Mmmm.

Nuku Puku.

"And 40-1 outsider Nuku Puku is
maintaining his very good start."

"He's coming out of the
next bend very strong..."

Yeah, I remember them.

They sat over there,
lunchtime and evenings.

Two or three times a week.

Look, somebody's left them money.

We're trying to trace them.

Money? Well that's lucky.

He owed plenty.

So he'd have run
up a slate then?

Who'd settle up?

Mrs. Peterson?

Beatrice Marie?

What's that to you?

It's perfectly common
in cases of this kind.

Is it?

Yes, because we're also
representing some of his creditors.

So with this windfall he's had,

we aim to get
everyone satisfied.

He left owing me £42.

You've a sharp memory.

For some things.

So back to my question.

Was it Mrs. Peterson?

Aye, mostly her.

Except when he won.

Then I have to admit
he were a gentleman.

Drinks all around.

Her purse.

Yeah he'd bring it up
to the bar with him.

Big black velvet thing with
a gold snake catch on it.

What, then one day,
they just stop coming?

Person you want is Studger.
Mr. Sturridge.

He knew them best.

"That's your lot mate", Studger.

Where do we find Mr. Sturridge?

Fish and chip parlour.

He owns it.

Out of here, up to the front,
left, and follow your nose.

You go over Geoffrey.

That table there.

I never heard what
happened to them.

But the night they were
last in, she were upset.

Upset.

She ran through that door
crying her eyes out.

And he were just sat there
with his head in his hands.

That's all I can tell you.

You've been most helpful.

Thank you.

No! Detective Chief
Inspector Adams.

Well, could you tell him to ring Hetty
Wainthropp at home after 5 o'clock.

Yes, of course it's urgent!

What was she
crying about Lester?

Was it a row that night
which led to violence?

Murder?

He's out, is Mr. Sturridge.

Aw, that's a pity.

He'll be back about 6, they said.

Well we must press on.

The fluffy little
barn owl in Lytham?

No, we leave her to flutter
her wings another day, I think.

We've got to solve this
vanishing act mystery.

I need to get home for that.

I'll 'ave to leave
Studger to you.

Great.

Don't eat too many of those...

not good for your pimples.

Hello.

Robert.

- Abandon the case?
- Yes.

So what if he is a con artist?

He makes her laugh, feel good.

Who's a lucky girl?

Unless you found something?

- Have you?
- Nothing yet.

But whether I do or don't,

Either way helps your
mother, doesn't it?

What you have to understand is,

we're a jealous and
mean-spirited lot.

You can blame our
father for that.

He treated us all like dirt,
mother especially.

When Mr. Rose moves in...

if he does...

you'll be looking for
a place, I imagine.

Me? I can't wait to get out.

I'm only here to
see mum alright.

She was depressed
stuck in this house.

I tried to get
her a housekeeper.

Husband and wife.
Him for the garden.

But now, with the
miracle of Lester Rose...

(offscreen): I've got your
case, love.

Oh! You've got company, dear.

Er Mother, this is er...

Mrs. Winstanley.

I came about the housekeeping
Mrs. Snape

and my husband as gardener.

Your daughter was
kind enough to see me.

Oh, was she?

Yes, of course.
Housekeeper?

- Well, I'm not sure...
- Thinking it over,

I don't think it will quite suit.

My husband's back, you see.

The garden would
too much for him.

Thank you for your time.

Lady come about
the housekeeping, dear,

but she's just leaving.

Whenever you step over that
gutter you [indistinct] yourself.

Er... we...

we've met before, haven't we?

Oh! Er, I lost my dog.

That's right.

Yes, this morning,
outside my house.

Did you find him?

He went home,
just like you said.

Oh, I'm so relieved.

Lester Rose, how do you do?

How do you do?

Thank you.

My dear Lysette.

I've arrived, it seems.

It seems you have Lester.

Where now, upwards?

Well you should know, dear.

Outside your house, Lester?

Yes.

Nothing to do with me.

- I walked right into him.
- Ya, hang on a minute love.

Who we talking about?

Oh, Lysette Snape.

And their mother.
And Mr. Lester Rose.

I think it's all getting a bit
too much for you, this one.

You should take
her advice and quit.

I can't, not now.

He could be a murderer.

That's what his neighbours
think in Southport.

They think there's a body
in the back garden!

Come on,
he's not like that at all.

How do you know?

Because I met him
as per your wishes.

I found him a charming fellow.

He gave me a tip in the bookies.

I put a fiver each way on
Nuku Puku in the 1.30 at Haydock

and watched him romp
home second at 40-1.

55 quid, I made us, love.

55 smackers.

Ain't coming?
What do you mean, ain't coming?

He's got a cold, Mr. Sturridge.

Cold?

We've all got stinking colds.

What was that again, son?

Enough germs around here to
kill off an army.

Richard Peterson.

Or you may know
him as Lester Rose.

Who?

Peterson or Rose.

You were a friend of
his, weren't you?

Who wants to know?

He's my uncle.

Uncle?

Fancy that.

Yeah, I've come to tell him
he's been left some money.

Uncle Richard? Money?

A fair bit, actually. In a will.

Not his Auntie Dorothy.

Yeah! She was my great aunt.

She's a grand old lady.

Two haddock specials
and a mushy peas.

Poor old Auntie Dorothy.

Snuffed it at last, has she?

And they sent you did
they to tell me about it.

To help find him.

Last we heard, he was
living in Mallard Road

with his girlfriend
Beatrice Marie.

Shod off sonny.

What? No, this is important.

There is no Auntie Dorothy,
I just invented her.

And what would Uncle Richard be doing
with a scruffy little oik like you, eh?

He's a toff.
Went to public school.

Where are your class, sunshine.

Yeah alright.

Fair enough.

Bet you wouldn't believe
what I really am.

- Wouldn't I?
- No, you wouldn't.

I'm a private detective.

Well fancy that.

You're just what
I'm looking for.

Picking over the
bones of this case

and Geoffrey not here to keep
my little grey cells in order.

I don't know which way to turn.

Well it's about women and money.

Lester plays the horses,
loses more than he wins,

so he skips off owing money.

His friend, Studger...

Studger.

I've never heard of anyone
called Studger before.

Helpful contributions
only please Robert.

His friend Studger.

That neighbour at Southport.
The income tax.

I prefer them golden brown
to black as your hat.

They are golden brown.

Deep golden brown.

You go and sit down,
love, and I'll serve up.

All right.

Where do you go next
with that kind of life.

As far away as possible
from people like Studger,

who want their money back.

That's right.

And if you got the
cheek of the Devil

and a pleasing
eye for the ladies...

Then you're home and dry.

And very nice too.

I hope Geoffrey
is eating properly.

I miss his helping hand, Robert,
to keep me on the right path.

There's a wise old head
on those young shoulders.

Mmm. I wouldn't mind a young
head on these old shoulders.

[phone ringing]

I'll go.

The question is

who set Lester up in
that shop in the arcade.

Lights, cameras, rent.

That doesn't come cheap.

Who's paid for all that?

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

- It's Geoffrey!
- Ooh.

Mrs. Wainthropp?
I got myself a job.

At Mr. Sturridge's fish parlour.

Clever eh?

And where do you propose
spending the night?

In a B& B.

Don't worry,
I'm getting somewhere.

They were in the army together.

Germany.

- Two pensioners...
- Look, I've got to go.

I'll ring in tomorrow okay.

Where is he?

In his idea of paradise.

There is nothing,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

No murder.

Not even a death recorded
of one Beatrice Marie Peterson

in Southport on the
date you mention.

Of course it might have helped if
we had her second name for definite.

Perhaps she hasn't
been found yet.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Miss Devlin, I believe.

- Yes?
- Sidney Sturridge.

Remember me?

We met at your mum's funeral.

Oh yes.

Fish and chips.

Please, in this town,
Mr. Fish and Chips.

What do you want?

You still looking for
her old pal, Ricardo?

Oh, he was such a
beautiful young rascal.

He called me his barn owl.

Who could resist.

I was on the Queen Mary

on my way home from New York.

Oh, he knew how to snap a girl.

Lester Rose is still...

Oh no. dear.
He was Rick Peterson.

Ricky boy.

Herbert never knew.

He'd have divorced me.

Oh, but we were shameless.

And afterwards...

you stayed in touch.

He never left my heart
if that's what you mean.

That's Herbert.

His legs are [indistinct]
farther than mine.

Sorry, what was your question?

Ricky, came back.

Oh yes.

But that was years later.

It was quite recent.

Turned up in his
last pair of shoes.

Oh what a state they were in.

And did you help him with money?

Well, good God.

What else would he want
from me, a quick grope?

Mrs. McCarthy,

I have to ask you.

Did he blackmail you not
to tell your husband?

- Blackmail?
- Mm.

Never.

And, what would poor
old Herbert care now?

Oh, he was a bastard!

No.

No that was someone else.

Lester Rose, er Ricky.

Did you set him up in Blackburn?

In his photography shop?

Well, of course.

Is he making a hash of it?

Did the geegee's let him down?

Oh no.

The geegee's are running
his way, Mrs. McCarthy.

He's getting married.

At last! I told him
he should. I said...

Ricky darling, stop

farting about and find
yourself a nice rich widow

and all your troubles will be over.

So I'm booked in,
the whole lot including photo.

Who's gonna pay for it?

You are.

From your ill-gotten gains.

I was gonna buy
you a dress with that.

And an a la carte dinner.

Kind you Robert, but I've no
pressing need for that either.

No Hetty, I can't let you do it.

You said yourself he
could be a murderer.

And you said he
was a charming fellow.

Yes, but all alone in his lair.

Just the two of you and him
knowing you're on to him.

Look Robert,
I've done me investigation

and all I'm left with is
other people's opinion.

But you've got...

The only way I can get
to the bottom of this

is to decide for meself.

By getting him on his own,

revealing his true colours.

Hetty!

So no more arguments.

And you can have tea
ready for when I get back.

You know what I think?

I think you've fallen
under his spell.

Look, I've told you what
I know, Mr. Sturridge.

You've told me nothing.

It's not keeping to
our bargain, is it?

Friday night sunshine.

Frying tonight, plenty
of time in the morning.

That's very good.

You're getting the hang of that.

[phone ringing]

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

You're looking for
Beatrice Marie Devlin?

Who is this?

Hello?

Beatrice Marie Devlin?

Is that who I'm speaking to?

No.

But I know where
you'll find her.

Lester?

Lester.

Look what I've brought you.

Good evening.

I've come to pick up my wife.

Mrs. Wainthropp.

Oh, Mr. Wainthropp.

You're going to be so thrilled.

She's just getting finished
off by Mr. Rose.

A drink?

To get us acquainted?

Only sherry, it seems.

Then I'll pass.

But I don't want to
stop you having one.

I had a dog.

Yorkshire terrier.

Got run over. I was six.

Cried my eyes out for days.

But then, what is life
but a catalogue of woes.

One...

scratches around
looking for some...

skin to inhabit.

Don't you find, one tries being
this person, that person.

What does it all amount to,
in the end, hm?

I find that a very
sad view of life.

Oh?

Then you must be
one of the lucky ones.

Sure you won't
join me in a glass?

Very well.

Just this once.

Good.

Hate drinking alone in
the company of ladies.

Now...

who would you like to be?

Would you care to choose a hat?

I can offer you... "My Fair Lady"

or...

"The Wicked Lady"

Julie Andrews or
Margaret Lockwood.

Can you do Marlene Dietrich?

Night Mrs. Webb.
See you tomorrow.

Night, Wendy love.

Night Mr. Wainthropp.

I hope you're pleased.
She looks lovely.

See ya.

Here now.

Oh yes.

That's good, very good.

So now...

Hetty Wainthropp,
my dear old ducky.

How many bodies have you dug
up from my putrified past?

Was it Lysette told you?

No.

After the dog and
the housekeeper

I was entitled to ask some
questions of my own, wasn't I?

No, it was that tiresome
woman over the way.

It seems you're famous.

I have dug up some
skeletons, Mr. Rose.

Will you name them?

You've changed your
name quite often.

Rick Peters, Richard Peterson,

Lester Rose.

And that's just the ones I found.

Rose.

My mother's name.

You know, I can understand
that family wanting me vetted.

But a private eye,
who do they think I am?

Bluebeard?

They think you're marrying
Gillian for her money.

Yeah, well who says I'm not.
It will come in very handy.

Can't one turn over a new leaf
without dredging up the past.

I am what I am and she loves
me, isn't that enough?

As for, taking the family silver.

Well...

she'll outlive me,
they usually do, widows.

Turn your head towards me.
No, towards me!

Or...

do they seriously think
I'm planning to poison her.

Oh and you can tell
that fellow Bryan,

I was captain of
rugby at Stonyhurst,

under the name I was
born with, Leslie Richards.

And I got a photo to prove it.

In your tin box?

Ah, so you did take it.

It's something I regret,
I'm sorry.

We put it back.

Thank you.

You didn't find the rugby team?

Oh.

Well then it's lost.

Mrs. Wainthropp,

all that's really undone me

and if you're any sort of detective,
you'll know it already...

..is that a lot of the geegees
weren't always kind to me.

And beautiful women,
who most invariably were.

What happened to Beatrice Marie?

Does he usually take this long?

- I'm going over there.
- No, no!

He's just taking a lot of
trouble, getting it right.

You don't fret love.

I've got you a
cappuccino at counter.

She's the only one of
them I've truly loved.

Her illness was
also her strength.

On her high day, sheer joy.

Marriage, now.

Too many clinics.

I've already stopped her
from ending it twice.

Then one night, near...

Hebdon Bridge,
where she came from.

Where sh - she now lies.

So...

Mrs. Wainthropp,
are you going to shop me?

Or is the joke on me?

The person we have
to consider is Gillian.

Tomorrow.

Mm it's a punt I grant you, but...

odds are 5-1.

There's a bit of form.

You have to tell
me now old dear.

Will you be my guest tomorrow?

Or the spectre at the feast?

May I bring my husband?

I just can't believe it,
Mr. Sturridge, any of it.

Well believe what
you like, sunshine.

That's a barefaced [indistinct] truth.

Ya, but he's getting married today.

I think you ought
to come with me.

No no no no.
I find weddings morbid affairs.

I'll see him after the honeymoon,
he can pay me back the dosh he owes me.

Well it seems he isn't marrying
for money after all, Mr. Harber.

He's come in to some of his own.

What?

A legacy from a
late friend of his.

Her daughter got in
touch with us yesterday.

Thank you for informing
us, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm sure that's very
good news for everyone.

Come on Bryan dearest.

No, Robert.

It's a family affair.

Mrs. Wainthropp,
I've got to talk to you.

Let them get their
nuptials done.

- Mrs. Wainthropp!
- Yes we know it all, Geoffrey.

You can't know the half of it.

About Beatrice Marie and how
she took her life poor soul.

And the life insurance she took
out for him a couple years back.

- He can pay for all this now.
- Yes.

Is it still the bride who pays?

Shhh.....

There is something else.

What is it?

- Mr. Rose, the groom do you call him?
- Yes.

He's married.

Some fraulein in Germany,

on his national service.

After a drunken binge,
Studger, Mr. Sturridge said.

He was his best man.

And as far as he knows,
they have never...

What's the word, er...?

Consummated.

No, annulled.
Never annulled.

Just cause or impediment.

We'll have to tell
the registrar.

No, Robert wait!
Don't be hasty.

Are you sure this man was
telling the truth Geoffrey?

Or was he playing a joke?

Oh no, why should he?

He was dead serious.

We'd best be going.

You can't.
We're guests of honour.

We can't join the
party if this is true.

Oh, look.

I'll have a quiet word with
him after the honeymoon.

I'm sure there's
a simple answer.

It'll be alright.

Doesn't seem alright
to me at all.

Oh Robert.

Let's give romance a chance.

Eh?

Transcribed by eggie1961
Synced and corrected by Pindiu