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[pensive music]

[birds chirping]

[panting]

[intense music]

[arrow whizzing]

[grunts]

[whimpering]

[theme music]

[Harry] This place is gorgeous!

What's wrong with it?

Why's it so cheap?

Diarmuid here owes me a favour.

What did you do, give him a kidney?

He knows what he did!

I said sorry!

This is a no-brainer, Harry. We've gotta take it.

Plus, we can't keep meeting

prospective clients in the goose.

Why not?

Glenn is introducing afternoon karaoke for starters.

For god sakes, Glenn!

Harry, I've been tasked with great responsibility.

June's relying on me

and I will not let her down.

Between us...

there's bit of a spark between me and her.

I think I'm in there.

You do realise June is gay, right?

Is she?

Well, that explains why she's always kissing women.

[sighs] Oh, well.

Look, Harry, the agency's already making

more than enough to afford this place.

Especially with this price.

And we could have a secretary.

Secretary?

My Petra's looking for a new job, as it happens.

Got fired from Lidl.

Just 'cause she took a couple of things home with her.

They were almost out of date anyway.

Well, maybe not the gin...

or the power tools.

So will I tell her to come in for an interview?

No!

Fair enough.

What d'ya say?

Well, I suppose at this price, it would be crazy not to.

Mr. Creely, you have a deal.

[scoffs]

Are we even now?

Not even close.

Uh...

[Charlie]Okay, Vicky, you're in charge.

[Vicky] Francis McCluskey.

Fifty-three years old, Wicklow resident.

Cause of death is pretty obvious.

We have a person of interest.

[clicks fingers] Jord.

Ben Finnegan.

Dead man's business partner.

Property developers.

Legit as far as we can tell, but both men have criminal records.

Er...

mostly small time for Finnegan.

A little jail time for receiving and some minor drug offences.

McCluskey did six years for armed robbery.

That was fifteen years ago

but he seems to have been clean ever since.

The day before McCluskey was killed, he was

heard having a heated argument with Finnegan.

Witness couldn't say what it was about, but with McCluskey dead,

Finnegan gets all of the business.

That's motive.

Er... earlier, Wicklow went to

bring him in for further questioning, but he ran.

They think he might have come here.

Finnegan's a dub.

He'll know people here. Let's go find him.

Good job, Vicky.

[instrumental music]

What was that all about?

Hi, Orla.

[suspenseful music]

I need your help.

Oh!

[sighs]

What happened?

Is it Charlie?

Er, no. Nothing like that.

I need...

I need...

I need...

To borrow some butter?

A kick up the arse? A dictionary? Just...

Your help.

Oh.

Well, then I suppose you'd better come in.

[soft music]

[muffled giggle]

There's something I've not told you.

I've not told anyone.

You're a high-class escort?

What?

Well, maybe not that high class.

But you do have had a bit of a dominatrix-y feel about you.

I have not!

I had a boyfriend.

-Recently? -No!

-When I was nineteen. -Oh.

His name's Ben Finnegan and he's in trouble.

Oh...

His business partner was murdered

and the guards are looking at him for it.

But when they went to pick him up, he ran!

Well, that's not very clever of him, is it?

No. There's more.

The person who killed his partner is a hitman from Spain.

Calls himself El Cazador, the hunter.

He uses a crossbow.

Oh, very theatrical.

So, er, has Ben told the guards about this?

Oh, no. You and I know how guards think.

So, what do you want me to do?

I just want you to meet him. To hear him out.

Oh, I know him, Harry. He's not a killer.

[sighs]

Please, will you do this? For me?

-That depends. -Uh-huh.

Tell me why you don't want Charlie to know about him?

Do I have to?

Ah, now you've said that, yes, you do.

And it had better be juicy.

Oh...

[instrumental music]

Erm...

Yeah...

Well, er, okay. Erm...

When Ben and I were a couple, we went inter-railing

and, er, we financed the trip...

by selling weed.

And then I might have got

arrested a little bit...

Yeah.

Erm... I didn't hear that.

Hm?

I might have got arrested a little bit in Germany.

Oh!

Well, I can't believe what I'm hearing!

I mean, I never imagined

that you'd ever do anything half as interesting as that.

[sighs]

I told Ben to lay low while I spoke to you.

Will you meet him?

[sighs]

Well, if I'm gonna do this...

Oh...

Tell him to meet me here in an hour.

Oh... one more thing.

Can you please keep Fergus out of this?

Er... I'm sorry, but no.

He's my partner.

If I'm gonna do this, I'll do it with him.

That isn't up for debate.

But what if he tells Lola?

[sighs] He wouldn't.

You're wrong about him.

Besides, they don't see each other anymore, do they?

Do they?

Do you think your mam's ever gonna change her mind about me?

Hmm... don't count on it.

[laughs]

Not big on changing her mind, my mother.

How's things going with your mam?

[exhales]

Going.

She's, er, managed to persuade Malky

to sit down for peace talks.

So, er, we'll see.

[laughs softly]

[soft music]

See ya.

Later, skaters.

[phone buzzes]

We have an office.

The hunter's real name is Alejandro Miralles.

Works for a businessman, Rubén Orantes.

Francis knew him,

set up a meeting in Madrid, a potential partnership.

I meet him, I smile politely.

As soon as were out of there, I say to Francis,

what the fuck? We cannot be getting

into bed with Don bleeding Corleone

but Francis goes to a party this guy's throwing.

I stay at the hotel.

Then Francis comes home early and he's all jittery.

Wants to leave.

He's already changed our flights.

I kept asking him, what's going on?

But he wouldn't tell me.

Then he's dead and I get a call from this hunter.

Says he wants me to return what it is Francis and I stole,

or else there's an arrow with my name on it.

Then I find this

in my front door.

[Harry] Ben Finnegan.

Well, if you've got the arrow with your

name on it, he can hardly kill you with it.

I'm guessing he has a spare.

Did you and Francis steal from him?

No! Well... I mean, yes.

Francis did, I think.

But I don't know what.

So you're trying to find something that you

don't know what it is

and you don't know where it is.

I think you're best off asking the guards.

Oh, no, the guards won't protect me.

They want to lock me up.

My only hope is to find out what it is Francis stole

and give it back.

Look, I'm sorry for bringing this to your door,

I just don't know what else to do.

I read about you two, saw the connection with Orla...

So, how do we start looking?

I've searched everywhere Francis might have stashed something.

The only place I've not looked is his house.

His wife, Maura, hates me.

Thinks I was a bad influence.

If only she knew.

Francis did six years for armed robbery,

which he never told her about.

And neither did the spirits.

What does that mean?

Well, she's a... you know, she's a kook.

Into psychics and tarot and all that shite.

Trust me, if you turn up saying you're there to help me,

she'll slam the door in your face.

Well, we have to start somewhere.

Your connection to Orla is 20 years old,

so, it's unlikely El Cazador

will be able to track you to her,

which means that he won't be able to track you to us.

Unless he has a tracking device on him.

You know,

like a phone.

Oh, good point.

If you'd be so kind.

Er...

Don't leave, don't go near any windows.

Oh, just one more thing.

Can you tell me something personal

about Maura and Francis?

Orla used to go out with that fella

but I'm not good enough for her daughter.

[scoffs] Bit bloody rich that.

Anyway, why are we helping this guy again?

Because there's a crazy guy with a crossbow running

around Dublin, and more people are gonna die if we don't.

Oh, and you can't tell Lola any of this.

Like I'd do that!

Though I am about to lie to a widow

and I'm not happy about that either.

Well, it's a white lie.

Mm, whitish.

Is this our third or fourth widow?

[doorbell rings]

I've lost count.

[Fergus clears throat]

Is your name Maura McCluskey?

Yeah.

What's it about? This really isn't a good time.

This is gonna sound a bit odd, but my aunt,

she has a message for you.

It's from Francis.

He's here!

What? Who's here?

Francis?

Francis, is that you?

[in deep voice] Yes, bunny.

Francis!

[in deep voice] Reveal what is hidden.

What, what does that mean? What's hidden?

He wants us to follow him.

Ah...

He wants us to go into the toilet?

He passed through the wall.

Into the utility room?

-Into his study? -Mm-hm.

My Francis was a good man.

He used to be a missionary, you know?

He did?

About 15 years ago,

long before I met him.

In the Amazon.

Lived with a tribe

in the middle of the rainforest for years.

Was it about six years?

It was.

He's speaking to you!

Francis, can you hear me?

[in deep voice] Reveal what is hidden.

Ooh!

I don't know about anything hidden.

A safe?

Not here.

He's got one at the office.

Ooh...

[Maura] Francis was a doodler.

[Fergus] A crossbow.

He did it all the time when he was thinking.

Francis says that's the hunter.

Well, who's the hunter?

He knew he was coming.

He was on his mind.

So whatever is hidden would have been on his mind too, right?

Francis wants us to take that page.

Does he not have a message for me?

Yes. Give it all to charity.

Make the world a better place.

Bollocks to that!

[intriguing music]

[exhales]

[smacking lips]

[door opens]

Charlie.

Sit down.

It's time.

Er, time?

I need an answer.

Are you going to take the

chief super position permanently or not?

I, er...

Ah, you and Ray. So similar.

I can give you the rest of the day

but I need your answer by tonight.

Okay?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[taps]

What the hell are you doing here?

You're supposed to be laying low.

I don't know if I can do it, Orl.

Just sit around and hope that your mother-in-law and the

kid find what Francis nicked before the hunter gets me.

You asked for my help.

This is the best help I can give you.

Harry is a royal pain in the arse but she's brilliant.

Jesus, don't ever tell her I said that.

She's done some impossible things.

You've gotta trust her.

Well, I trust you.

I had no right to come here asking you for help

but you helped me anyway.

You are an amazing woman, Orla.

I was such an idiot for losing you.

I've thought about you lots over the years.

Did you ever think about me?

Running my fingers up the length of your back...

stroking the nape of your neck.

Does it still make you purr?

Ben?

Yes?

If you don't remove your hand, I'm going to break

those fingers off and shove them up your arse.

[Orla] You are unbelievable.

Do you think a few honeyed words would get me into bed?

I'm in love with my husband.

His mother is out there trying to save your worthless life.

You are still the same raggedy boy you were 20 years ago.

Well, the spell was broken for me after Germany.

Do you get that?

Don't blow it out of proportion.

It was one night in a cell.

I got you out of there, didn't I?

Yeah.

Which is the only reason I'm helping you now.

And it wouldn't have happened at all if you could've run faster.

What?

[laughs] Oh god.

Okay, saying things like that is making me question my decision.

Look, that was a stupid thing to say

and it was a stupid thing that I did back then.

Look, if it means anything, I've regretted it ever since.

I am truly sorry.

No, you're not.

You don't know the meaning of the word.

You're just sorry you haven't gotten what you wanted.

Now get out of my house!

[sighs]

May I please use the bathroom before I leave?

Down the hall, second door on the left.

"May I use your bathroom?"

[Charlie] Orla?

You home?

What?!

[tense music]

Charlie!

You're home early. Why? Why are you home?

Vivian wants an answer about the promotion.

I don't know what to tell her. Here...

Where are you going?

I'm bursting for a wee.

What?

This is it. The birdhouse.

Told you I knew this place.

See, the house with wings.

Malky comes here all the time.

Through choice?

[Happy] Are you lost, your majesty?

Disappear.

[instrumental music on speakers]

You own this too, do you?

Nah, I just like the ambience.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

Do you know a Francis McCluskey?

I do.

Saw him in here about a week ago in fact.

He was looking for Seamus.

Seamus owns the pub. Seamus King.

Is he here?

Oh, he's always here.

Dead?

Very. Keeled over, heart attack,

right about where you're standing now.

Why did Francis want to meet with him?

I assumed Francis was up to his old tricks again,

trying to shift some dodgy gear.

Seamus was a fence?

Who'd Francis have gone to next?

That all depends on what it was he was selling.

Seamus was the daddy,

dabbled in everything.

Most of them specialise.

Specialise?

Well, if he was trying to clean dirty money,

he might go to this person or maybe that person.

Jewellery, somebody else.

Art, somebody else.

So it all depended on what he was selling.

How do we find out what he stole?

Thank you, Happy.

You have been very helpful.

You're more than welcome, your highness.

[Fergus] Now what do we do?

I mean, the only person who knows

what Francis stole is Francis.

Well, that's, that's not quite true, is it?

There is someone else who'll know.

Harry, no!

Thats a terrible idea!

[line ringing]

[Rubén on phone] Mr. Finnegan.

What a surprise.

I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Finnegan.

To negotiate the return of my property, I hope.

Er... yes. Sort of.

What does "sort of" mean?

Mr. Finnegan doesn't have your property

but were trying to locate it and it would be very

helpful if you could tell us exactly what was stolen.

Is this a joke?

No. No, it's not.

Francis hid what he stole from you.

Ben is determined to return it.

If you would indulge me, we all get what we want.

[suspenseful music]

Señor Orantes?

I'm trying to work out if I should find this amusing or not.

To whom am I speaking?

[Harry] Er, Stella...

Stella Joyce.

Well, Stella, I will indulge you.

Diamonds. Twelve, emerald cut.

And now maybe you can indulge me.

Pass on a message.

You have two hours.

After that El Cazador will do what he does best.

Kill.

Well?

I might have just made it worse.

[sighs]

It was diamonds.

I was just thinking while you were gone.

The way I remember it,

the last time our paths crossed, you were in my debt.

I saved your son's life.

And we found the killer of yours,

I think that makes us even.

But your son still owes me.

No argument with that, but that's between the two of you.

Yes, but now you need something

and I need something too.

Fella by the name of Barry Kilcoyne was

arrested a few days ago, trying to steal a car.

He's my idiot brother-in-law.

You ask your son to get the charges dropped

and I'll tell you who Francis went to.

To whom Francis went.

And it's not happening.

Oh, well.

Old Barry will just have to do his time then.

God, now what do we do?

We need to know that information, Harry!

I refuse to be dictated to by that man.

We know lots of people who know fences.

Come on.

[Glenn]This is a little song I wrote last night.

But I feel in a lot of ways,

it's still very relevant today.

It's called "Complicated."

♪ I met a girl she was kind of intense ♪

♪ I said, are you seeing anybody? ♪

♪ She said, it's complicated

♪ I said, how complicated?

♪ She said, well if my ex is X and I am Y ♪

♪ Then X squared plus Y squared ♪

♪ Equals one over square root of pi! ♪

♪ I said, you're right, that's pretty complicated ♪

♪ More complicated than I had anticipated ♪

♪ Just thinking about it leaves me discombobulated ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

Alright, please yourselves.

No autographs! I'm going paperless.

Alright, Fergus? Harry?

I've got to go check on Libs, I'll be back in a mo.

What was that awful song?

Well, it turns out, you have to have a licence to

do karaoke in a public place like this, Harry.

Costs an absolute fortune.

So, I sat down,

I said, I'll rack my brains and sure enough,

I had a brain wave!

I'll write my own songs

and that way they're free.

Bloody genius, eh? Ha ha!

Only got two at the mo,

but I'm trying to come up with more.

Now, what rhymes with otter spatula?

Moron.

[whispering indistinctly]

Nah, it doesn't rhyme.

[sighs]

Glenn, get me a drink. I need to pick your brain.

Right you are.

If you have one.

[mellow music]

Hello, Malky.

Thanks for agreeing to this.

I'm not sure it's the right decision.

I promised Fergus.

But there's every chance I might get up and leave any moment.

I understand.

I'm grateful.

I need to thank you.

Thank me for what?

Fergus and Liberty are exceptional

and it's down to you.

I'd like to take the credit for it, but

mostly it's down to Fergus himself.

We did something right with that boy.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry

for what I did.

I suspect I'm not the easiest person to live with.

Maybe top five though.

[laughs]

Yeah.

[Glenn] Ooh, could be him.

-What's up with Glenn? -Steven?

He looks like he's about to shit himself!

He's thinking.

There was a Keith something. Or was it Kevin?

[sighs]

I've asked him to find fences.

Now we may have to go somewhere else.

I know!

I'll ring my pal, Jimmy Bread.

He'll know.

Here, he, erm...

He wouldn't happen to have

a moustache shaped like that, now, would he?

[Glenn]Exactly like that and that's a loaf of bread!

That's funny, that is.

You know, Tampa's no Dublin, but it's hot and sunny.

You could come over and visit.

Have you got your passport?

[sighs]

I couldn't tell you if it's even in date.

Probably not.

[both laugh]

What about the kids?

Do you still have that biscuit tin

of your vital documents?

Oh.

I still have it.

Couldn't tell you where it is, now.

Probably the lounge cupboard I'd say.

The kids have never been abroad.

I should really start thinking about doing that sometime.

Travel is good for the soul, so they say.

I just have to use the little boy's room.

That coffee's gone right through me.

[laughs]

[intense music]

Harry, Fergus, meet Jimmy Bread.

Any way you slice it, that's me.

Glenn said you need some help with a sensitive matter?

We need to talk about Francis McCluskey.

I'll get the drinks.

McCluskey, you say?

Nah, nah, don't know the name.

Can't help.

-He's dead. -Murdered by El Cazador.

Killed for the diamonds that he came to see you about recently.

Did he tell you that he, er,

stole them from Rubén Orantes?

No, he didn't!

Had he, I wouldn't have touched them with a barge pole.

El Cazador is in Dublin to get them back.

Right now he's looking for Francis' business partner.

And when he kills him, he won't just give up.

He'll move onto Francis' widow, Maura,

and then you.

Do you have them?

I don't.

Francis came to see me twice.

First to show me the merchandise.

Left one with me.

I made some calls. Found a buyer in London.

Then he came back and said he'd changed his mind.

Didn't want to go through with the deal anymore.

Took the diamonds and left.

In hindsight, he was nervous.

Scared.

Well, he knew the hunter was after him.

Do you have any idea what he might have done with them then?

A girlfriend was gonna to look after them, he said.

He had a girlfriend?

I found it odd, too.

I knew he had a young wife.

Was always besotted with her, but...

men will be men.

What a depressing thought.

[suspenseful music]

[bow clicks]

Francis?

Jesus! Fuck! Who are you?

I think you know who I am.

No, I swear. I haven't got a fucking clue.

[intense music]

Your husband

took something from my employer.

I think it would be wise to return it to me.

Just tell me what I want to know before I count to ten.

Uno...

dos...

I don't... I, really, I don't know.

tres...

cuatro...

Was it you?

Did you kill Francis?

cinco...

Argh!

[body thuds]

Ben?

Ben?

[sighs]

It's you.

Did you get anywhere?

Tell us about Francis' girlfriend.

Girlfriend? He didn't have one.

He loved Maura. Besotted was the word.

So we heard.

It was diamonds, by the way. Twelve diamonds.

Francis' fence said that

he gave them to his girlfriend.

What if it wasn't a current girlfriend?

What if it was an ex?

Would he trust an ex enough to leave

twelve stolen diamonds with her?

Sheila McGill, he would.

They parted well. He trusts her implicitly.

She runs a pub up in Navan.

I can't remember the name, but you could ask around.

-Hm. -Everyone knows her.

Well, Vavan at this time of day, it's a three-hour round trip.

And El Cazador will be here in less than two hours.

What?

Well, how do you know?

[sighs]

I spoke with Rubén Orantes.

What do you mean you spoke with him?

Well, we called him.

-She called him. -You called him?

Are you... are you crazy?

-It, it... It's a long story. -She's not not crazy.

Ben, don't leave here for any reason.

But I... Er...

Alright, okay. You got it.

[chuckles]

Told you he realised something.

Saw it on his face.

[Fergus]So if were not going to Navan, where are we going?

Let's find out, shall we?

[engine revving]

[bow clicks]

[dramatic music]

I'm going to count to ten.

Uno...

[ominous music]

[birds chirping]

[ominous music]

[gasps] Oh!

[phone ringing]

[Harry on phone] Orla.

Harry, I'm just phoning to see how you're getting on.

[Harry] Heading to Wicklow.

Where in Wicklow are you going?

[Harry] I'm not sure yet.

Okay, well, erm,

keep me up to date with your progress.

[Harry] Okay.

Where is Wicklow?

[intense music]

Does Sheila McGill even exist?

I thought you bought it.

So, is this Francis' girlfriend?

It was a joke he had with Maura.

Francis liked to run here. Maura used to say,

run off to your girlfriend then.

Mm. Well, that's Saint Brigid of Kildare.

He was definitely punching above his weight.

So what's your plan then?

Like I'm gonna tell you.

Run along now,

our services are no longer required.

[Fergus]What, you think we're just gonna let

you walk off with those diamonds?

Who's going to stop me, kid? You?

[arrow whizzing]

Don't move!

[Harry] Orla!

Argh!

-Are you okay? -Yeah, yeah.

This is not good, Harry. He's got a crossbow.

-I know, I know. I can see that. -He's got a crossbow!

-Stop! -Okay!

That was a warning shot, Señor Fennigan.

The next one will be a kill shot.

Please hand over what you stole.

Mr. Fennigan, please come out from behind the statue.

I have many arrows. I will shoot your friends,

one by one,

then you, if you do not give me what I want.

We're not his friends, actually.

That is irrelevant.

I am going to count to ten.

Uno...

-What are you doing? -Harry!

Mr. Miralles, were trying to find your diamonds for you.

If you'd be so kind as to lower your weapon?

Not my diamonds, my employer's.

Yeah, I know that. I spoke to him.

Erm... I just have a question.

What, what's his name?

Ben Fennigan.

And how would you be spelling that?

F-E-N-N-I...

Just as I thought. He didn't kill Francis.

-You did, Ben. -No, I didn't.

The name stamped on the arrow you supposedly

found in your front door was spelled correctly.

You steal the diamonds too?

Were you and Francis in on it together?

My guess is you did

and then you found out that Orantes

had sent in the hunter.

Well, that's when Francis baulked,

realised what a mistake you'd made

and decided to give them back,

hoping Orantes would forgive him.

Which is why he stopped the deal with Jimmy Bread.

And why you killed Francis with a crossbow.

I mean, what, a hitman with a crossbow was

en route and who would think it was you

when we'd all heard El Cazador was here.

[Harry]You thought you'd just grab the diamonds and vanish.

Then when you went to look for them,

you discovered that Francis had moved them.

You knew the hunter'd be here sooner rather than later,

so you needed to find out what Francis had done with them,

and fast, which is where we come in.

Oh, you don't write the name on

your arrows by any chance, do you?

-Why would I do that? -No, exactly.

I honestly didn't think you had it in you, Ben.

You're worse than I ever realised.

Enough of this!

All I want is the diamonds and I will leave.

Uno...

Dos...

Hey! Woah, woah! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Hey, hey, hey!

Look, I think I might have been wrong.

-I don't think they're here. -Tres...

Harry, the drawing.

What if it's not a star but a diamond?

[Alejandro] Cuatro...

She's looking at the diamonds.

[Alejandro] Cinco...

Oh, Mr hunter, sir. Permission to move.

Seis...

siete...

ocho...

nueve...

I've found them! I've found them!

Diez...

He found them.

Hey, hey! Put them back in the bag, please.

Alright, alright!

[tense music]

Where do you think you're going? You just killed a man!

Ugh! Ugh!

Excuse me, can I take that please?

Oh, be my guest.

[coughs]

[arrow whizzing]

[screaming]

Oh, Orla!

[groaning]

-Thank you. -Welcome!

God, I need to learn how to fight!

Jesus! My arse! Argh! Aaargh!

We need to get you some boxing lessons.

[Harry]Oh, time to call in the guards, I think.

It's all going to come out, isn't it?

Charlie's going to find out.

This is Wicklow. We'll call in the locals.

Ben'll tell him just to spite me.

Leave that with me.

Ah...

how do you have free run of the station?

Happy's calling in his favour.

I never agreed to that.

Well, he did save your life

and what he wants isn't too bad.

I've never done a favour for a criminal before.

I know, dear, but there's a first time for everything.

[sighs]

And if you help him out,

Happy'll do me a favour.

Why do you

need a favour from a loan shark?

No! I don't want to know. Just...

Just tell me what I have to do.

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

Where's Orla?

Oh, Orla won't be coming to see you.

Ah... that's a shame.

I guess my next visitor will be your son.

I'd say he'd be very interested to know who he's married to.

To whom he's married.

Actually, your next visitor's already here.

Can't stay long.

I'm not actually here to see you.

I'm here to visit my cousin, Digby.

Digby, this is Ben.

I bet he makes your tummy flutter.

[giggles]

Digby is going to be your new best friend in here, Ben.

So, if you so much as utter the name Orla Wild,

you'll have to let us know

because we'll need to get new hats for the wedding.

Do we understand each other?

Good boy.

Should we invite Harry to the restaurant?

Well, it's up to you. It's your celebration.

She just wanted to say a quick well-done.

Hey, hey... why's the door open?

[intense music]

Stay back.

Ma?

[all] Surprise!

[all cheering]

-What's this? -Is this okay?

I thought you might like it more than a stuffy meal.

Aw.

It was Harry's idea.

Well done, Charlie! You deserve it.

Thanks, Ma.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey.

Hey, I, um, didn't know if I should be here

but Harry insisted. So...

Something weird's happening with my mam.

Yeah. Out of the blue, she's decided

she's changed her mind about us.

We can see each other with her blessing.

-Really? -Yeah.

[both laughing]

Did I miss something?

Probably.

I do all the time.

Huh.

[indistinct chattering]

[laughing]

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