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[Will] The measure of aman
is not in his beliefs but in his actions.

Who said that?

Was it G. K. Chesterton?

Never mind.

Whoever it was,
they knew what they were talking about.

This vocation of ours,

it's about so much more
than just preaching the word of God.

It's about living it.

It's about getting out
there amongst the people, not just giving our time.

We're giving ourselves.
What we're doing isn't important.

Who cares if we're sleeping,
eating. These people need us.

We can't just sit
on the sidelines praying.

What use is that on its own?
It's no bloody use at all.

Our door must always be
open.

Day and night, night and
day.

We have to do as well. We
have to act.

We are the helpers.

Every minute of every hour of
every day, it is our duty to help.

[Leanard] Might I make a
suggestion?

Of course.

Do you think perhaps
you need a little holiday?

[MOTORBIKE ENGINE ROARING]

[man over loudspeakers]
Welcome to Merries,

where there's never a dull day,
and the sun always shines.

Leave your worries far behind
you and forget about everyday strife.

We're here to put a smile on
your face.

This is your time to relax,
to unwind, to enjoy life to the fullest.

You can be who you please at
Merries.

So put on you glad rags,
dust off your dancing shoes,

and get ready to make friends
and memories you'll never forget.

I wish you and yours
a truly wonderful day.

[Cathy] Off you go then.

[Ivy and Dora] Summer holiday!

I'm pretty sure hell is two
hours in a car with that lot.

So mature.

They're excited.
They're allowed to be excited.

-It's hell, Cathy. It's
absolute hell. -[chuckles]

It is absolute hell.

Sylvia, where's my hat?

On your head, Jack.

I need to make a call.
I didn't cancel Bible study.

-Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
-What?

No talking about work. We're on
holiday.

[Mrs Chapman] How was the train?

Busy. What have I missed?

Will, talking about work.

Oh, I don't talk about it that
much.

-You're still talking about it
now. -Yeah.

Where's Leonard?

Looking for his Gorky.

[Cathy] Oh, Sylvia! They do
donkey rides.

[Leonard] A-ha!

Only Maxim can get me
through this torment.

To hell with Maxim.
We're getting drunk and going on a pedalo.

-Good Lord.
-[Roy] You all right?

[train tooting]

Oi, oi!

Oh! [laughing]

Davenport party?

That's us.

[both] Welcome to Merries!

I'm Roy Reeves, your most
venerated host.

This is the other half, Babs.

We met at castanet class.

Yeah, I don't know what it was.
We just clicked.

[both click tongue]

[both laughing]

Sunny, would you mind showing
these fine folk to their chalets, please?

Absolutely, Mr Reeves.

Castanet class... [chuckling]

Ta-da!

I hope you're all ready for a
merry time.

[Will] Yep.
[others] Yes.

Doesn't sound very merry to me.

Are you ready for a merry time?

[all] Yes!
[Sunny] Yes!

[upbeat music playing]

[Ivy] Yay!

-[Jack speaks indistinctly]
-Hey!

[indistinct chatter]

Hi, there.

[indistinct chatter]

[imperceptible]

Ooh. Smile.

Sorry, we're a little delayed
due to...

-Snoozing.
-Good to know.

[Leonard] We'll be right behind
you.

Sorry we're late.
Er, we were...having a snooze.

Sorry. Sorry.

Having a snooze?

If you say so.

-Jack!
-What?

[all chuckling]

[Roy] Welcome, one and
all.

Hope you're ready to have
fun, fun, fun tonight, you merry lot.

Welcome to the stage,
the one, the only

Merries house band!

-[crowd clapping]
-[playing Rock 'n' roll music]

[singing]
When i get to my job

It just gets me down

A needle and a record
just to keep me sound...

"Fun." Was there ever a more
insipid word?

You know what I hate more than
fun?

[both] Enforced fun?

If someone has to tell you
something's fun, it generally isn't.

Oh! Neighbours.

Nice.

I'm Sid Danker.
This is my, er, wife, Margie.

-Nice to meet ya.
-Hello.

How'd you do? Ooh.

Mwah. [chuckles]

You been here before?

No. First time.

Quality of guest isn't what it
was. Too many Northerners.

Is that right?

He had promised he was going to
take me to the...this year.

Who needs the...
when you've got all this, huh?

[chuckles] I'll tell you what.

We'll get on your table
tomorrow, shall we?

We'll have a good chin wag.

-Lovely.
-[Cathy] Yeah. Lovely.

-Wouldn't that be lovely?
-[others] Yeah, lovely.

[indistinct chatter]

Scouts! I didn't cancel them.

[Jack] Will.
[others] Will!

Relax.

[Geordie] Tiptoe through the
roses.

Tulips.

Exactly.

Breathe the fresh air.

Look at the stars.

Have a snooze, maybe.

It's, er, been a while
since you had a lady friend.

Romance. That's what you need.

-Find yourself a nice girl.
-[Will] All right, all right.

Thank you, everyone, for that
sage and unsolicited advice.

Photograph? Two bob for five
copies.

Oh, lovely.

[Cathy] Nice. Smile. Come on.

[Bryan] Say "Merries."

[all] Merries!

[chuckling]

I couldn't help but overhear.

If it's a nice girl you're
looking for...

[laughs]

She's not my type.

Mmm. Too attractive? Too
friendly?

Too uncomplicated?

[sighs]

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[inaudible]

[crowd cheering]

[sighs]

[Roy] The Merries house band,
everyone.

-Weren't they fantastic, yeah?
-[crowd clapping]

Now before we crack on,

regulars Margie and Sid
have been married two years today.

Hurray!

Come on, jump in. Come, up you
come.

Come on.

[crowd clapping]

Ain't she beautiful?

Come on, give 'em a spin. Give
'em a spin.

[crowd cheering]

Happy anniversary, darling.

You're the light of my life.

[Roy] Let's see how that light's
going in a decade, eh, folks?

[crowd laughs]

Margie and Sid.

[crowd clapping and cheering]

For goodness' sake, Sid,
did you have to make such a show?

-Everyone's staring.
-[scoffs]

[crowd laughing]

Had my cheque book stolen the
other day.

I didn't report it to the
police.

Nah, the thief spent less than
the wife.

But that is marriage for you.

It a very expensive way
of getting your laundry done for free.

I'm not sure I can sit through
this for the next five minutes.

Try a whole summer. It's
intolerable.

[Roy] You know, marriage,
it's like a deck chair, innit?

It's ever so comfy at first,
bloody impossible to get out of.

[crowd laughing]

-Whoa!
-Sid!

[man] Sid!

Help me get him back to the
chalet.

Quality of guest isn't what it
was.

[Roy] Look! I've got 'em rolling
in the aisles down here.

It's not that funny, Sid.

[crowd laughing]

She said to me, she said,
"You wanna try being more affectionate."

So I got myself a girlfriend.

[crowd laughs]

But don't get me wrong.
Don't get me wrong.

Me and the missus were both
very happy for 30 years. Yeah.

-And then we met.
-[laughter]

[music playing over speakers]

[Will sighs] Nightcap?

I would, but I thought it
might be nice to take in the evening air.

Right.

[rhythmic knocking at door]

That's not the knock.

[indistinct chatter, laughter in
distance]

[distorted music playing]

Do you wanna join in? No? Oh.

[Sunny] Simon says,
hop like a bunny rabbit! Hop, hop, hop.

Good Lord.

Oh, come on. I'm starving.

My stomach thinks my throat's
been cut.

-I know. I understand.
-[man] I've been standing here

for 25 minutes.

[woman] I want a refund.

Er, ladies and gentlemen,
if you could just bear with us...

Come with me now.

...we'll be serving breakfast
as soon as we can.

Standards have slipped. Didn't I
say?

Probably all those Northerners,
eh?

Oh.

Looks like somebody had the
dodgy salmon.

Nah. I'm on my holidays.

-Guests aren't allowed in here.
-I'm a vicar.

[indistinct chatter]

[bell ringing]

[sighs]

Wife's in a terrible state.

It's none of my business.

Police haven't sealed off the
scene.

My only business
is relaxing with my thoughts.

Already seen the laundry men go
in.

Guests leaving without being
interviewed.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely bloody not.

[indistinct conversation]

You might want to photograph
the body before you move him.

Detective Constable Gerry Wicks.

And who the hell might you be?

Detective Inspector Keating.

I see.

Technically, "I see, sir."

Wife says he had a dodgy ticker.

Few too many beers. Few too many
ciggies.

Hits the deck like a sack of
potatoes.

Apologies. It's, er, natural
causes.

I'd stake my life on it.

[Will] Geordie.

Soil. Here, you see?

He was dragged in.

[Gerry] Lidocaine.

Might not wanna stake your life
on natural causes just yet.

Was he taking painkillers?

Roy had a slipped disc.
It had bothered him for years.

Was it bothering him last night?

[Babs] Well, I wouldn't know.

He comes here to practice
his routine after closing.

I was in bed.

Yep, thank you.

Thank you for your concern, sir.

I look forward to speaking
again, Gerry.

[Geordie sighs]

You don't mind
if I call you Gerry, do you?

If you could be as discreet as
possible, I would really appreciate it.

You seemed upset by your
husband's jokes.

They're terrible jokes.

About his terrible wife.

It's an act. It's not real.

A little close to the knuckle.

A joke isn't a joke if it's
not close to the knuckle, wouldn't you say?

[door opens]

[door closes]

Five whole days without a
carcass.

Is it too much to ask?

[Babs] We keep going.

We keep giving our guests
a merry old time. For Roy.

She seems pretty stoic.

And, er, where do you think
you're off, young lady?

It's not a Stalinist state,
the last time I checked.

Too much time with Leonard.

Stay close, please.

I mean it, Es.

Howdy there, fellas.

Howdy, Sid.

Is it a murder?

Is it the wife?

Sylvia!

In my Agatha Christies,
it's always the wife.

Er, well, it looks like natural
causes.

Aw. Poor chap.

Time to join our conga line!

Conga line, Sylvia!

Ooh! I love a conga line.

Sorry about Mr Reeves.

He'd want us to enjoy ourselves.

[Babs through speakers]
Let's make this a day to remember.

The longest conga line
yet!

[music playing]

Did you hear that music blast
last night?

It was ten past midnight, I
checked.

Come and join the conga line.

Come on, you two. No excuses.

Because nothing says
in memoriam like a conga line.

[scoffs]

-Is that an Argus?
-[Daniel] It is.

-Bit old, but, er...
-I use an Argus.

You're a photographer?

Yeah, I've actually just had
some photos accepted for an exhibition.

Really? We'd love to take a
look.

[Babs through speakers]
Calling mr marlowe to the conga line.

[Cathy through speakers]
Daniel Marlowe. Hurry up.

[Daniel] Duty calls.

Another time, perhaps.

Oh, Gorky.

Have you read it?

Half of it.

It's quite...

Impenetrable? Dull?

[chuckles] So unbelievably dull.

I prefer Dostoyevsky.

Ah. "To live without hope...

[both] "...is to cease to live."

[Cathy through speakers]
Calling Leonard Finch to the conga line.

Leonard Finch to the conga
line. Hurry up!

Leonard Finch.

Bryan Stanford.

[music playing over speakers]

So, he's listening to this.

[music playing through record]

He slumps forward...

[distorted music playing over
speakers]

Okay. But then how does he
end up in the ballroom?

Geordie?

[Sunny] Excuse me?

Guests aren't allowed in here.

Sorry, we, er... We didn't
realise.

Ah, would you look at that.

Mmm, fancy.

This safe...

Where does Mr Reeves keep the
key?

-You shouldn't be in here.
-[Will] He's a detective.

He's just doing his job.

And I'm doing mine.

Perhaps you'd like to answer his
question.

[scoffs] Perhaps you'd like
to obey the sign.

[Geordie] Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

[Sunny] Enjoy rifling
through a dead man's belongings.

Does she ever stop smiling?

[door closes]

Sorry, you were probably
just being polite, saying you'd see my work.

Not at all.

Beautiful light.

-Not that I'm an aficionado.
-Huh.

Well, anyone who says
they're an aficionado is lying.

-[Leonard] Firenze.
-Have you been?

No.

Ah! Me either.

I've never been anywhere.

Thank you.

I went to Morocco once.

It was transcendent.

Hard to find transcendence in
this place.

-I can imagine.
-[chuckles]

How is it you can be surrounded
by all these people and still feel so...

Alone?

-Yeah.
-[both chuckle]

[Will] There's hours' worth
of cine film here.

[Geordie] Mmm, Margie gets about
a bit.

Not just the Northerners
lowering the tone then.

[Geordie] She's no ordinary
holiday maker. She was working the camp.

Roy sets his male guests up with
Margie,

-takes these.
-Then what?

He blackmails them.

Not exactly the souvenir snap
you'd want your wife to see, is it?

Well, would you look at that.

Well, that is certainly one way
to meet the light of your life.

-[music playing]
-[Dance instructor] Bodies square, please.

Right.

May I?

All right, got my eye on you.
Keep your hands north of the border.

Sid, please.

[laughs]

[Will] So how long you been
coming here?

I used to work here, so...

Let me guess. You're a dancer.

Dancer, singer.

Entertainment was something back
then.

Local paper used to say I was
destined for the West End. [chuckles]

Is this where you and Sid met?

Place must hold happy memories.

I think you should concentrate
on your footwork, Mr Davenport.

Margie, we've seen the
photographs.

The ones Mr Reeves took.

Excuse me.

Margie?

What did you say to her?

What is it, my love? Come here.

Stop fretting, Sid. Please.

I demand to know what you said
to her.

"Demand?" Oh, don't be so
dramatic.

They know.

About me.

What sodding business is it of
yours?

I thought you were on your
holidays.

So did I, Sid.

So Margie has a past.

...even pretty boy here has a
past.

Was Roy blackmailing you?

How we met is of no importance.

Actually it really is.

I saved her from that bastard.

What matters is Margie's with me
now, and she's happy.

You got nothing to be ashamed
of, my love.

Do you have to make
such a song and dance, Sid?

[crying]

You must've despised him.

Us and anyone who met him.

So why come back?

[Sid] To rub the bastard's nose
in it.

He tried to ruin me. I got the
girl.

I got the happy ever after.

Good riddance to him, I say.

Do you ever feel different
from other people?

I think the more appropriate
question might be do I ever feel remotely

[chuckles]

You know, I... I look around
here and I see all these people

smiling and enjoying themselves.

All this inane bloody nonsense.

They're just having fun.

It is terribly inane though,
isn't it?

I am hosting the Fullest Head of
Hair contest in an hour.

Maybe I should put myself
forward.

Being different isn't so
terribly bad.

Better than being something
you're not.

You'll go there one day,

sell your photographs outside
the Duomo.

Make an absolute fortune.

No.

Sorry.

No, I'm... Sorry. I... I'm
sorry.

[Geordie] Bringing your wife
back to the place she turned tricks.

[Will] To show off to your
blackmailer.

Who says romance is dead?

Who turned tricks?

Who's a blackmailer?

No one.

I've, er, set up the projector
in the main office, Inspector.

[Geordie] Thank you.

It's just a bit of film
I've got to watch, Cathy.

Natural causes, you said.

As natural as they come.

And Detective Wicks will be here
shortly.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

[Cathy] Promise me
there is not a murderer on the loose.

What about the kids?

Wouldn't fancy his chances
against our lot.

We don't know if it's a murder.

Not for sure.

[sighs] Five days, you said.

Do you know what's worse
than enforced fun?

Someone that sulks their way
through it.

Don't be angry.

Why would I be angry?

I was convivial with Bryan.

He got the wrong impression
and...

[barman] Sir?

And?

[softly] He tried to kiss me.

-Bryan? Bryan, Bryan?
-Shh.

Take it as a compliment.

You're a handsome chap.
He's a handsome chap.

[Merries band playing]

[sInging]
I can't, no matter how hard I try

So why don't you join
and face your fears?

Sit still, honey
and I'll check you here

It better hit you, woman
There's no turning back

And it's about to hit you, baby
Like a train on a track...

[Gerry] It's overdose.

There's enough lidocaine
to kill that bloody donkey out there.

You know, I still think there's
a chance it could be natural causes.

I mean, he could've taken it
of his own accord.

When was the last time
you had a murder case?

'36, I believe.

Where were you?

School.

I'll look this over for ya.
How about that, hmm?

I doubt it'll make much
difference, but if you must...

[singing continues]

'Cause there's rhythm in my
body from my head to my feet

I need a small dose
just to keep me sane

While the rock and roll
music flows through my brain

I can't live without it
Now don't you doubt it, baby

Well, you may think I'm
crazy but it's my desire

'Cause I do it just for it
gets me high

You can tell me to quit
but I have to admit...

[imperceptible chatter]

So why don't you join me
and face your fears...

Mrs Reeves...

[Babs] Evening, Miss Grant.

Lovely dress.

[Will] Were you aware
of your husband's dealings?

We having a merry old time?

Did you know
he was blackmailing the guests?

Of course I bloody did.

Yet you didn't stop him?

This place was my father's.
Then I married, and it belonged to Roy.

He ruined it.

That's the way it goes, isn't
it?

What's mine is by husband's,

what's his, he can do
what the heck he likes with.

So, yes, I knew what he was
doing. And, no, I didn't stop him.

Does that answer your question?

Lidocaine.

Injected?

Swelling in the throat.

So he ingested it.
Where, his supper, maybe?

Starting to wish
I hadn't had that hot pot.

He was fine on stage.

It must be someone who knew him.

Excuse me. Would you like to
dance?

Not now. Sorry.

Someone who knew he took
Lidocaine.

What?

You only live once.

I think I was a little rude.

A little?

Inordinately rude.

-Extremely, supremely...
-Extraordinarily?

Extraordinarily rude.

I'd love to dance with you.

[Will sighs]

You coming or not?

Now who's smiling?

[both chuckling]

[Will] So, tell me.

[Sunny] Pamela. My real name's
Pamela.

Pamela's nice. Pamela's...

Middle aged with too many kids.

[chuckles] And a husband she
hates.

Pamela Smith doesn't get
top billing at the Palladium.

Besides, everyone here's
pretending to be someone they're not.

I bet even you are.

Sadly, I am deeply
uncomplicated.

Mmm. No. This face is hiding
all sorts of secrets.

Go on then, try me.

You've got a love child.

Not that I know of.

-Doomed affair with a beautiful
widow. -Ah, if only.

There must be something.

I am my work. My work is me.

-That's as scandalous as it
gets. -[chuckles]

[both chuckle]

[Bryan sighs]

We're closed.

I feel as though
I owe you an explanation.

[inhales] I understand...

That's what I wanted to say.

I know it may not seem like it,

but I understand
what you may be feeling...

And how confusing that can be.

It's confusing, and
it's...terrifying.

And...you feel terribly lonely.

[inhales] I'm sorry if I misled
you.

Please know that was the last
thing I intended.

[inaudible]

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you ever feel like you work
because there's something missing?

That got serious suddenly.

We can do serious, can't we?

I love what I do.
I love making people laugh.

No, I... I love my job, too. I
just...

[inhales, sighs]

Sometimes I feel like
there must be something else.

Like what?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

You know how this goes, right?

We have a few nice nights,

you go back to your life,
I go back to mine,

and we never see each other
again.

-Mmm. It's a terrible idea.
-Mmm.

Terrible.

Truly, truly awful.

[Geordie] Er, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to stop you there.

He told me he'd destroy this.

[Geordie] He used you,
like he used Margie.

Not like Margie. I'm not cheap.

You don't like what Roy was
making you do?

Him dying certainly put a stop
to that.

You think I killed him?

Did you?

A hundred times in my head, but
no.

Did you sleep with them?

[scoffs]

Is that all this was to you?

Just a way to blackmail me?

-[door opens and shuts]
-[sighs]

[Daniel] Oh, this is the most
uncomfortable bed I've ever slept in.

It's cheap and it's gaudy, and
I'd quite like Mrs C to boil these sheets.

Hmm. Doesn't seem so bad.

-[knock at door]
-Just a minute.

Might I talk with you?

Bryan.

[door closes]

[Geordie] I never had Sunny down
as a younger version of Margie.

Are you upset?

-No.
-You liar.

You're right about one thing.

You do not have a type.

From a nun to a prostitute...

-Geordie.
-It's almost biblical.

[Will] It's Roy. Well, if he's
in it,

then who took it?

[crowd clapping]

[Sunny] Thank you, contestant
five.

And the scores are?

[Sid] Go on, Margie, get up
there.

I don't want to, Sid.

[crowd clapping]

And our final pair of pins.

[Jack] Go on, Sylvia.

[Sunny] Contestant number six
is housekeeper to Reverend Davenport

and his curate, Mr Finch.

What did God say after creating
man?

"I can do better."

And these legs are living proof.

-[crowd exclaim]
-Bloody hell.

-Higher. Higher!
-[Will] Lower.

[both] Lower!

[Sunny] Thank you, contestant
number six.

And the scores are?

-[Cathy] Well done, Sylvia.
-[crowd clapping]

And the winner is contestant
number six!

Oh!

This might be the happiest day
of my life!

Our wedding apart, of course.

You know, they give it
to the old girls out of sympathy.

Know that from experience,
Margie?

[Daniel] Mrs Chapman.

-[camera clicks]
-Excellent.

[Geordie] A word.

If you don't mind.

Mr Reeves would set up the men
with Sunny.

I'd film them.

In flagrante?

No, Sunny would never go that
far.

She'd dance with them. A kiss,
maybe.

What other footage do you have?

You were filming the night Mr
Reeves died.

Uh, just his comedy routine.

[clears throat]

Comedy, in inverted commas.

[Geordie sighs]

Can I take this?

Absolutely.

You're a clergyman?

That's right.

It's a rather delicate matter.

Anything you say will be in
confidence.

[Will sighs]

Your curate.

I saw him with a man.

They were in bed together.

That can't be the case.

You... You doubting what I saw?

I'm doubting
your reading of the situation.

What other way is there to read
it?

-I'll speak to him.
-I should report it.

I'll speak to him.

Please just... Just leave it
with me.

Action has to be taken, Mr
Davenport.

He has to be dealt with.

[door closes]

[inaudible]

Bugger. Nothing.

Let's watch it again.

No, no, no, you don't.

You're gonna have dinner with
me.

Then we're going to dance

before you walk me out under the
stars to tell me that you love me.

Understood?

That sounds pretty
comprehensive.

Mmm.

-[music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

He keeps staring.

Have a drink. Stop worrying.

I'm so scared.

[Babs] Go on. You'll be great.

Roy promised he'd make her a
star.

What she had to do wasn't her
choice.

Roy wasn't there
when she made a play for me.

Who said she was making a play?

Did it ever cross your mind
that it was as simple as she liked you?

[sighs] Not now.
I've got butterflies enough.

I'm sorry. You can understand
why I thought what I thought.

That I was cheap?

-That your intentions towards me
were... -Cheap.

I'm not Margie.

I didn't say you were.

I didn't sleep with them.

I'm not hitching my wagon
to the first miserable old sod

who can get me out of here.

I liked you.

"Liked?" Past tense?

[music stops]

[crowd clapping]

The Merries house band.

Now, please give a very warm
welcome

to tonight's act, Miss Pamela
Smith.

[crowd clapping]

We'll see.

Thank you. Thank you.

I've been doing some decorating
recently.

Do you know how many men it
takes to wallpaper a bedroom?

Well, depends on
how thinly you slice them.

[crowd laughing]

[inaudible]

A friend of mine once said
that marriage is a...

-The stout.
-What?

The lidocaine was in his stout.

[Sunny] ...engagement ring,
wedding ring, suffering.

[crowd laughing]

[Geordie] Right. Don't take your
eyes off that glass.

Oh, bugger.

No, no, no. No.

Look how much stout's in his
glass now.

Maybe he got a top-up.

[Geordie] Or someone gave him
that glass.

[Sunny] I sometimes think
wives are like ventriloquists.

They sit there nodding
whilst the dummy does all the talking.

[laughing]

[Sunny] You know what I mean,
ladies. Yak, yak, yak.

[sighs] My grandmother had it
right. She buried three husbands. Three.

Two of them were only napping.

My granny was on to something,
she really was.

She said the quickest way
to a man's heart was through his chest.

She wasn't wrong.

You put the lidocaine in your
own drink and you gave it to Roy.

I don't follow ya.

Outside.

[Sunny] ...which is pretty much
like having a husband.

A dog who growls all morning,
a parrot who swears all day,

and a cat who comes home late at
night.

If your husband
brings you flowers, ladies,

and says it's for no reason,
there's a reason.

There is most definitely a
reason.

[Sunny] I'm not Margie.

[gasps]

I'm not hitching my wagon
to the first miserable old sod

who can get me out of
here.

[Margie] For goodness' sake,
Sid, did you have to make such a show?

Everyone's staring.

Roy set out to ruin you, Sid.

You put enough lidocaine
in that drink to kill him.

-That's right, isn't it?
-No.

No, it isn't right.

It's pretty insensitive to bring
your wife here for your anniversary.

A place where everyone
knew about her past.

Perhaps that was the final
humiliation.

You put the lidocaine in
Sid's pint.

And then Roy accidentally took
the pint intended for your husband.

When Sid fell, you must've
thought it was all going to plan.

But he was drunk, not
poisoned.

Sid!

I... I don't understand.

You took Sid back to your
chalet.

-[Sid snoring]
-He wasn't dying. So you panicked.

And then for some reason,
you went out again.

I still had the vial on me.

I had to get rid of it.

Margie, my love. What are you
saying?

[Will] We know Roy was in his
office because of the music.

[music playing]

And we know he made it outside
because of the mud on his shoes.

[Roy gagging]

You knew Roy practised
his routine after hours.

So you dragged him into the
ballroom.

When I saw him, I knew.

Knew what, Margie?

That I'd killed the wrong man.

You don't mean that.

I... I don't understand. I
don't.

You brought me here to score
points.

How do you think that makes me
feel?

Roy was the one who humiliated
you.

[Margie] You treat me
like some kind of prize.

I feel worthless, Sid.

You were nothing but a whore
when I met you.

And you still make me feel like
one.

[Sid] I saved you from the
bastard.

[Margie] That's not enough.

I gave you everything.

[Margie] Not love, Sid.

You never gave me love.

[sighs]

[Leonard] Even on holiday, we
can't be us.

Bryan would be a damn fool
to take it any further.

It's more than that.

We can never be ourselves.

I long to hold hands.

Imagine if we could hold hands
every day.

It would become very dull very
quickly. We'd just be like the rest of them.

Come here.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

-Right, now, straight to the
car. -[Ivy] Come on!

Stop running! Ivy! Oh.

[Mrs Chapman] Knew that Margie
had a glint in her eye.

-Oh, that's definitive.
-I was right, though. It was the wife.

[Will] You thought it was Roy's
wife.

You can't just pick any wife.

I hear it's you I've got to
thank.

And with such sincerity.

Oh, I still think there's a
chance it could be natural causes.

But there you go.

She confessed.

...isn't it?

Well, safe travels...sir.

20% off next year. How does that
sound?

Thirty, and you've got a deal.

We're doing this again?

-I think we should make it a
yearly event. -No.

No way. We're never coming back
here.

[Bryan] Er, these are yours.

[Will] Thank you.

I've, er, spoken to Mr Finch.

And?

I'll be taking up the matter
on our return.

I felt it was my duty.

More than that,
I felt it was a moral obligation.

I hope you understand.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd let me handle it from here.

Of course.

What did he want?

Photographs.

That all?

What else would it be?

-Oh.
-Now, I don't know about you,

but I am really looking forward
to getting home.

The thing about this place,
everyone always leaves.

You could leave, too.

I'm going to. End of the season.

You're wrong, by the way.

I seem to be making a habit of
that.

Maybe you work because you love
it.

Not because there's something
missing.

Shame. I think I could've
fallen in love with you.

[Babs on speakers] Welcome to
Merries, where there's never a dull day,

and the sun always
shines.

Forget work,
leave your worries far behind,

and get ready to make
friends and memories you'll never forget.

For those guests who are
leaving us, we wish you bon voyage.

But don't despair, it's not
forever.

Though you may be far
away, no distance can keep us apart.

We'll hold you safe in our
hearts.

And in time, we'll meet
again.

[theme music playing]

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