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[soft piano music]

# I never told you how I feel #

# So I wrote it all
down in a letter #

# You read the words and see #

# How happy you and I could be #

# You're the only one for me #

# And you'll always have
a piece of my heart #

[soft piano music]

Yeah!

Well, let's close the act
with that one tonight.

Send them to bed with
a smile on their faces.

Cheers, Dee.

Ladies

[upbeat jazzy music]

# Going on an adventure #

# And I got a feeling
the sun will shine #

# I'm in love with the ocean #

# And I got a feeling
I'm sailing tonight #

# It's because of you that
I'll always remember #

# I'm going on an adventure
with you on my mind #

# I'm going on an adventure
with you on my mind #

[Ship Worker] First
passengers on the ship today,

do check your daily
programmes and daily planners.

Have a fantastic day and see
you around. Thanks very much.

[jazzy piano music]

Shouldn't you be rehearsing?

Beverly!

Looking pukka, as always.

I'm the face of the ship, Jack.

It's important to
set an example.

Nothing like the
first day out at sea.

The thrill of
impending adventure.

I want the whole of the Ents
Team on deck for sail away.

Ship shape and Bristol fashion.

And that suit? Looks
like it's been slept in.

[soft piano music]

331 metres in length, 18 decks,

with a cruising speed of
22 knots, 6,334 passengers.

This is going to be
a trip to remember.

First Officer Woods,
welcome aboard.

Captain.

Congratulations on the
promotion. Thoroughly deserved.

Thank you, Captain.

How was the sojourn in Miami?
The Fantasia, wasn't it?

She's a beautiful ship,
but this is where I belong.

Good to have you back.

Piers.

Perhaps you should do the
manoeuvre. Get us underway.

It would be my
pleasure, Captain.

First time?

I never thought cruising
would be my thing.

Can be hard to connect.
Single traveller.

Bit of a newbie myself.
Three months at sea.

You work on the ship?

I sing a few songs, yeah.

Oh, you're a performer.
Oh, how lovely.

A few days on board and
we'll soon win you over.

Son, sea and show tunes.

Truth be told, I'm
feeling rather bilious..

I think I'll head
back to my cabin.

You'll be missing
out on all the fun.

Mrs. Weaver, welcome home!

Oh, it's Mrs. Donnelly now.

I only went and
got married again.

Isn't that a turnout?

This is Tony, my new other half.

Beverly, our Cruise Director.

I trust the Aurea Suite
is up to your liking?

1500 extra we paid
for that jacuzzi.

Not like we're
ever gonna use it.

Well, you wouldn't
have met Jack Grayling,

our new resident
house singer? Jack?!

This is Mrs. Donnelly. One
of our frequent flyers.

Please, call me Brenda.

Good to meet you, Brenda.

PLeasure's all mine.

Dry martini, prepared
with your favourite gin.

And brought by my
favourite waiter.

Also to confirm your lunch
reservation tomorrow.

L'Etoile de Mer. Best
table in the house.

Bless you, Jamil. Sadly,
Tony won't be joining me.

I plan on doing a
bit of bird watching.

The Ile de Re salt pans.
Magnet for migrating wildfowl.

Right, time for me to mingle.
Make some new friends.

Guess I better chase up
that scotch and soda.

[fingers clicking]

Wow, she didn't waste much time.

Must be all of 18 months
since she buried the last one.

Another cruise stalwart.

Well, at least she's
having fun, eh?

Starboard, three
o'clock, baseball cap.

What about him?

Mystery shopper.

Sorry, Bev, you've lost me.

I can spot them a mile off.

Employed by Head Office to
keep us all on our toes.

If our approval ratings
drop this summer,

believe me, heads will roll.

See if you can schmooze him,

and I'll find out who
paid for his booking.

Port Control. Requesting
Pilot boarding time. Over.

[Port Control] Roger that.

We'll have a Pilot
PSI five. Over.

Switching on radar,
echo sound ATIS.

Changing the AIS status.

Destination, La Rochelle.
ETA zero six 20.

[cheery music]

[Beverly] This is Beverley,
your Cruise Director.

Informing all guests that
the ship has now departed

and on course for La Raochelle.

[Jamil] Champagne, sir?

Oh, no, I didn't order that.

Compliments of the House.

Thank you.

Cabin upgrade, free wifi.

They've even asked me to
dine at the Captain's table.

I'm not sure I'm dressed for it.

I think the management
might have sussed you.

Sussed me?

You've been making notes in
that book since you boarded.

Ah, I'm a bit of
a ship stat nerd.

Fan trips, tracker sites.

We upload our photos
to a chatroom forum.

Oh, could I?

Sure, yeah.

Thank you.

I worked in plastics
for 37 years,

recycling carbon combustibles.

I know you're gonna ask,

do I miss the cut and
thrust of heavy industry?

Am I?

My pension pays a small stipend

and Brenda's got a
bit squirrelled away.

Enough to keep us in the style
we've become accustomed to.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I think you are needed
back up on the Bridge.

Ah, mustn't keep
the Captain waiting.

Thought you might need rescuing.

I had it covered.

Jack Grayling. We haven't met.

Oh, you're the
lounge singer, right?

Ah, you must've seen me
in all those billboards.

No, you just look the type.

Leaving already?

Well, I'm needed
up on the Bridge.

Well, how about a drink
after you finish your shift?

I have a rule when I'm at sea,

that Officers and
Ents never mix.

Sorry, it's nothing personal.

It's just, it's good
to have boundaries.

Hey Jamil, what's the
deal with the Ice Queen?

Kate Woods. Captain's protégée.

So, why haven't I
seen her around?

She spent the winter on
the Caribbean circuit.

Earned her stripes
as First Officer.

Balls off steal, that one.

All she cares about is
getting her own command.

Kate Woods is out of
your league, my friend.

[suspenseful music]

[knocking on door]

Yes?

[knocking on door]

[suspenseful music]

[French classical music]

[Beverly] This is Beverley,
your Cruise Director,

informing all
guests that the ship

has now arrived in La Rochelle.

The weather in port
is a sunny 25 degrees,

so don't forget your suncream.

Hope you're not a
abandoning ship.

Cycling excursion. Ile De Re.

Ah, best way to see the island.

I took your advice.
Ceuille le jour!

Ship leaves at
seven. Don't miss it.

I'll try not to be late.

Someone has a spring in
his step this morning.

I thought I'd head
for the beach.

Top up the tan, check
out the local sites.

Must be tiring, a
girl in every port.

Especially at your age.

You can sleep when
you're dead, Yuval.

[jovial music]

Hi, Jamil.

[Jamil] Are you in La Rochelle?

Yeah, I'm just about to
head to the Ile de Re.

[Jamil] Officer Woods
is running at Ile de Re.

Is she really?

[French classical music]

[car horn honking]

[French classical music]

Sorry! Sorry!

Oh.

Katie, right?

Kate.

Sorry.

Are you following me?

Are you following me?

Look, look, Kate!

If we're planning on
avoiding each other

for the rest of the summer,
we're gonna need a bigger boat.

[Maureen screaming]

[suspenseful music]

It's the mystery shopper.

[suspenseful music]

Blunt trauma wound to
the back of the head.

He was hit from behind
with considerable force.

No sign of his phone, no wallet.

Pretty clued up for a
lounge singer, aren't you?

I used to be a copper.
Serious crimes.

Wow, certainly are
full of surprises.

Looks like a map of those
pinewoods. Local nature trails.

Bird hide is marked
with a cross.

Nathan Graelish was
meeting someone.

Mhm.

Well, I thought he might
be sleeping at first,

but then I realised he was.

Did you see anyone else in
the woods? Near the beach?

Some walkers, a
couple of cyclists.

How about back on the lane?

A pickup truck passed
me on the road.

It it was blue, I think.

I don't suppose you
saw the driver's face?

Sorry.

I'm no use to anyone.

Look, how about we get
you back to the ship?

Yeah.

[Jack] Excuse me. Is Inspector
Lebron still Police Chief?

[French classical music]

Capitaine Lebron.
It's been years.

Jack Grayling.

I might have known you'd
be somewhere in the mix.

I was down near the beach
when they found his body.

A brutal murder like this

is not going to be
good for the town.

Something tells me Nathan
Graelish knew his killer.

You are not a policeman
anymore, Jack.

Leave this one to me.

I'm just trying to
help, my friend.

Okay, we'll follow
up the evidence

that we found at
the crime scene.

You see what you can
get from the ship.

Anything that might
have a bearing

on this investigation,
you call me, yeah?

Promise you'll be
the first to know.

French police have informed us

a passenger has been found dead.

They haven't given
us a name yet.

We need to inform the Captain.

And let's try and
keep a lid on this.

Beverly, I was hoping
I'd run into you.

Tony isn't back from his
bird birdwatching trip.

He's never usually
as late as this.

Have you tried his phone?

Well, that's just it.
He's not answering.

Where on earth have you been?

I just got a bit
lost in the woods.

I've been worried.

Panic over.

I dunno why you're
making such a fuss.

Well, you're back safe and
sound. That's all that matters.

Ah, Kate. Just giving
Piers the heads up.

We've been ordered to
hold the ship in port.

Always plenty of red tape
when things like this happen.

I'll need to redo my
tide calculations.

I've already checked
the voyage plan.

We can make up the lost time
when we get back out to sea.

We're embroiled
in a murder case.

Wouldn't surprise me if
we're stuck here for days.

We should make an announcement.

Let the passengers know
that there's been a delay.

We needn't fry the whole
herring for the sake of the roe.

Piers is right.

The last thing we need is
a mutiny to contend with.

Better share the bad
news with Head Office.

Shame this had to
happen on your watch.

[upbeat punchy music]

So, this is where
the magic happens.

The sweet smell
of show business.

Well, it smells like socks
and cheap aftershave.

If you've only come
here to insult me.

Nathan Graelish's murder.

I wondered if you'd
landed on any leads?

In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm not a copper anymore.

You want to solve
this as badly as I do.

And what's in it for you?

This is my first
cruise as First Mate.

Captain Jameson, well,
he likes to delegate.

Allows him more time
in the yacht club bar.

Which technically means
that I am in charge.

And you get to steer
the boat, right?

Look, the last thing I needed

was a murder to contend with.

And you thought, hmm, ex-copper.

I'll get him to
clean up the mess.

I was thinking more of
pooling our resources.

I guess there's no harm in
doing some more digging.

And we can keep this
between us, right?

Strictly entre nous.

Great.

Well, I will check in with
you at the end of my shift.

It's a date.

[suspenseful music]

So, what exactly
are we looking for?

Nathan Graelish was
meeting someone.

Check his pockets, suitcase.

Anything that might
give us a lead.

Yeah.

Password protected. Great.

These don't look
like ship stats.

Who's staying in
the Aurea Suites?

Um, the Jacksons, The
Darlings, The Donnellys.

They always stay
in the same cabin.

"BD". Brenda Donnelley.

"TD". That's Tony.

Tony, yes.

Nathan was filming them on
his phone at the sail away.

Recognise this guy?

That's Pascal Lavigne.

He used to work here. Deckhand.

When was this?

It must have been a
couple of years ago.

They sacked him for stealing
from one of the cabins.

So, what's his photograph
doing in Nathan's book?

Wait.

Jack, you might
want to see this.

Private investigator?

Nathan Graelish was a
private investigator.

He'd been tailing The
Donnellys. Covert surveillance.

Any idea who hired him?

Not yet. I've asked Yuval to
try and unlock his laptop.

But what's the connection
to Pascal Lavigne?

Well, I know that
he's a piece of work.

He was arrested for theft
on the ship, some jewellery.

He earned himself
a 12 month stretch.

What, so now he's
been bumping off

passengers to settle a grudge?

Hmm. He owns a fishing boat
in La Rochelle harbour.

Come on.

Chop-chop.

[French classical music]

Oh, fait chier.

Officer Woods.

Qu'est-ce que tu veux?

Just a chat, Pascal.

I'm busy.

Fine, we'll leave you to it.

Can share what we've
learned with the police.

Who's this?

Un amoureax?

You need to watch this
one. She set me up.

They found the
necklace in your cabin.

12 months in prison,

and now I'm scrapping
a living from fishing.

On s'en sort comment
on peut quoi.

You must have heard about

the man they found
murder yesterday.

Plage de Trousse-Chemise.

His name was Nathan Graelish.
He's a private investigator.

What's that got to do with me?

That your pickup?

What if it is?

We spoke to a witness.

They placed a similar
vehicle near the crime scene,

shortly after
Nathan was murdered.

You seriously think it was me?

You know what?
It's fine, Pascal.

We'll just get the police
to check the number plate.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I was digging.

I was digging for razor clams.

I sell them in the
restaurants on Le Gabut.

I have no idea who
this guy is, okay?

And why would I kill a man
I've never even met? Please.

He is lying about
the razor clams.

What makes you so sure?

Because you have to dig
them up at low tide,

which yesterday would've
been late afternoon.

Well, we've got nothing that
ties him to Nathan's murder.

Well, he is just admitted
being near the murder scene.

And what if Nathan saw something
that he shouldn't have?

I wouldn't have had you
down as an amateur sleuth.

It's true crime podcasts.

Cold cases, unsolved
homicides, I'm there.

Is that your way of
winding down, is it?

After a busy day on the Bridge?

Well, there is still one
mystery that I hadn't solved.

Why would a homicide
detective give it all up

and become a cruise ship singer?

Maybe he fancied
a change of scene.

I think there might be more

to Jack Grayling than
just a pretty face.

We should get back.

[knocking on door]

Mr and Mrs Donnelly!
Housekeeping!

[suspenseful music]

2:30?

[slot machines tolling]

Another scotch and soda.

And this time make sure
it's the good stuff.

Knocking it back
a bit, aren't we?

I've had a rough morning.

Nothing to do with
Nathan Graelish?

Nathan arranged to
meet you yesterday.

The bird watching trip.

Right around the
time he was murdered.

I didn't know who I was
meeting. The note was anonymous.

Private investigator.

And I'm guessing he
had something on you.

I recognised the
lad from the ship.

Said he was there on
behalf of a client.

Started reeling off
a list of grievances.

What's this?

I'm working for Ray
Weaver's sister.

She asked me to set
up this meeting.

Ray Weaver?

Brenda's second husband.

His sister got it into her head

that Brenda had bumped him off.

She killed him, Tony. I've
got the evidence to prove it.

You wanna watch your
mouth, sunshine.

He found out that me and
Brenda were playing away

in the months leading
up to Ray's death.

She said he lost interest.

I suppose I was a
shoulder to cry on.

How did he die, this Ray Weaver?

Slipped on a step leading
down to the sun deck.

Broke his neck.

Hang on, hang on. It
happened on the ship?

Anniversary cruise.

I thought it was
strange that she wanted

to go back on board, but
she said she needed closure.

This accident, you think Brenda

might have had
something to do with it?

My Brenda? Of course not.

Nathan Graelish accused
your wife of murder.

You were angry,
something snapped.

I warned him off, that's all.

I walked away and
left him there.

What do you think
is gonna happen

when she gets tired of you, hmm?

Did you share any
of this with Brenda?

After everything
she's been through?

Something like this,
it'd did finish her.

Nathan Graelish was hired
by Ray Weaver's sister

to investigate her claim that
he might have been murdered.

But the coroner concluded that
his death was an accident.

Nathan Graelish might've
thought different.

Maybe there's a
connection between

the deaths of Ray Weaver
and Nathan Graelish.

Maybe Tony and Brenda
were in this together.

Nathan found evidence
to tie them to a murder,

he needed to be silenced, yeah.

Look, I thought we were
keeping this between us.

Oh, Jamil? He's our eyes
and ears on the ship.

There's nothing he doesn't miss.

Yes, but I'm sure
he's got work to do.

Yes, of course.

If Ray Weaver's sister was
going to confront Tony,

chances are she's
somewhere on this ship.

[Jack] Hope you're
not abandoning ship.

Cycling excursion. Ile De Re.

[Jack] Maureen Weaver!

[suspenseful music]

Now, you mustn't pummelled
me too hard, Annalisa.

I bruise very easily.

[suspenseful music]

Devious, murdering bitch!

No! Stop!

You didn't stumble across

Nathan Graelish's
body by chance.

You were already out
there looking for him.

The meeting he'd
set up with Tony.

Someone needed to warn him.

That Brenda had
murdered my brother,

and that Tony was gonna be next.

Well, why not just
confront them on the ship?

She took out a
restraining order.

I'm not allowed
anywhere near her.

Tony swears he had nothing
to do with Nathan's murder.

She's always had a way
with men. Feminine wiles.

She must've promised him a
cut to the insurance money.

What insurance money was this?

Nathan discovered that
she'd taken out a policy,

just a few weeks
before she killed Ray.

The insurers paid
out half a million.

The police did investigate
your brother's death, Maureen.

And they concluded that
it was an accident.

They said he was drunk.
Ray barely touched alcohol.

I told them things
didn't stack up.

Not one person believed me.

It must've been tough to
lose your brother like that.

I saw what she was
like at the funeral.

No tears. Not a
shred of remorse.

I think you needed answers.

I think you wanted
someone to blame.

She killed him!

Look, did Nathan ever mention
a man named Pascal Lavigne?

Not that I can remember, why?

We found that in
Nathan's notebook.

He said that he was
onto something big.

The evidence that we needed
to finally nail Brenda.

And now he's dead. Oh God.

The Captain has asked me to
escort you to your cabin.

Oh no! It's Brenda
the needs locking up!

Oh, please. Oh, please.
You've got to believe me!

It's Brenda that you
should be talking to!

You've bruised your
coccyx from your fall.

You'll be in some discomfort
for a couple of days.

I can give you an ice pack
and some anti-inflammatories.

I dread to think what could've

happened if Jack
hadn't stepped in.

She's been confined
to her cabin.

Good. Best pleased for her.

I fully intend to press charges.

If she's broken the terms
of a restraining order,

that could mean
she goes to prison.

I know what happened
to Ray. The accident.

She had a bit of a
breakdown after Ray passed.

Couldn't accept that
her brother had gone.

This ridiculous
idea that I might

have something to
do with his death.

Tony told me it happened
on your anniversary cruise.

Weather had been
rough. Bay of Biscay.

He'd had a few
drinks to celebrate,

and must have lost his footing.

So, you weren't
there when he fell?

No, I was back at the
cabin. Early night.

His sister said he
barely touched alcohol.

Ray had been having some issues.

He was all set to
file for bankruptcy.

Health was suffering,
dizzy spells.

He was due to have tests as
soon as the holiday was over.

Maybe if we'd done
something sooner.

Beverly told us what happened.

It'll take more than Maureen
Weaver to ruin my holiday.

That's the Brenda that
we all now and love.

Tough as old boots, this one.

Less of the old, you.

Right, come on. Let's get
you back to your cabin.

I'll check up on you later.
See how you're feeling.

Oh, thank you
Sharon. I'll be fine.

Come on now, Brenda, love.
Get you a nice drink.

Look, the night Ray Weaver died.

They called a Code
Alpha. Male fatality

And it didn't seem in
any way suspicious?

Witnesses confirmed
he was intoxicated.

Slurring, off balance.

The PM test showed high levels

of ethanol in his bloodstream.

It seems to back
up the consensus

that this was an accident then.

There was something
that troubled me.

Ray had dropped into
the medical centre

the previous afternoon,
complaining of feeling unwell.

Nausea, headaches, vomiting.

Brenda said he'd been
under the weather.

He was due in for some tests.

He never mentioned
any tests to me.

I prescribed some
sea sickness pills,

and told him to get some rest.

[Kate] I am telling
you now, he's guilty.

I have seen that look before.

Okay. I'm not sure you can
condemn a man on a look.

I'm not sure what kind of.

Jack.

Piers.

The police have charged Pascal
Lavigne with the murder.

They found traces of
blood on his clothes.

It came back as a
match for Nathan's.

They picked him up in
a bar in La Rochelle.

Along with an
envelope full of cash.

Looks like he was planning
on doing a runner.

That puts Tony
Donnelly in the clear.

Yeah, but it doesn't make sense.

We know this wasn't
a random robbery.

We've been given
permission to sail.

Better get back to the Bridge.

I think we should delay.

There is more to
this murder case

than the French police
have accounted for.

Isn't that right, Jack?

It could implicate a
couple of our passengers.

I'll square it with the Captain.

I didn't realise you were.

Together?

For an ex-copper, you
do tend to miss things.

Shouldn't you be getting ready?

Nope. Don't feel
singing tonight.

Oh. Wouldn't have anything
to do with Officer Woods?

Piers de Vreese. You didn't
tell me they were together.

Well, naval pedigree, old money.

I think he's more her type.

Hey!

Was there something
you wanted, Jamil?

Yuval finally cracked
Nathan's laptop.

That's if you're
still interested.

Yep.

Let's go.

I'll leave you to it, Jack.
I have to get back to work.

Thanks, Jamil.

[suspenseful music]

Gotcha.

[suspenseful music]

Feeling better?

That lie down did me
the world of good.

You know Maureen Weaver's
deluded. It's all in her head.

Got me thinking, all the same.

That insurance policy you
took out at Christmas?

Seems I might be worth more
to you dead than alive.

Hey.

You are going nowhere,
Tony Donnelly,

and I won't hear any
more of this talk.

Why don't we try the
jacuzzi before dinner?

You get it fired up,

and I'll slip into that
leopard skin one-piece.

This is where we found
Ray, bottom of the stairs.

So, this deck, late at night,

chances are that would've
been quiet. Dark, no cameras.

You wanna tell me where
you're going with all this?

Maureen Weaver said her
brother was teetotal.

Yeah, he was having
trouble with his business.

He could've fallen
off the waggon.

Brenda told me he'd
had a few drinks.

We've only got
her word for that.

And the post-mortem blood tests.

Anniversary cruise. The
woman who loved to party.

And on the same night
Ray meets his maker,

she's already gone to bed.

You're not making any sense.

Lavigne worked as a deckhand,

around the same time as
Ray Weaver's fatal cruise.

Well, yeah, it's possible
that their paths crossed.

Brenda hired Lavigne
to bump off Ray,

while she was sound
asleep in her cabin.

They were planning on doing
the same thing to Tony.

She wasn't having Lunch
at L'Etoile de Mer.

She was meeting up
with Pascal Lavigne.

Okay. So, how did Nathan
Graelish end up dead?

Starboard, three
o'clock, baseball cap.

The baseball caps. Tony was
always the intended victim.

Merde!

Pascal Lavigne
killed the wrong man.

Tony?

[suspenseful music]

Out here! Yuval!

Tony? He's alive. He's alive.

Get the doctor, now!

Tony, lift your
head up. That's it.

Miss Brenda, ready for your

six o'clock martini,
this evening?

Ready as I'll ever be, Jamil.

Best table in the house.

Thank you.

And where is Mr.
Tony this evening?

Oh, he was feeling a
little under the weather.

An overdose of amlodipine.

Thankfully we found him in time.

Drowning brought on by a stroke.
A history of hypertension.

Would've played out well enough.

Sorry, you've lost me, Jack.

But if Tony had any inkling
his wife wanted him dead,

you'd be looking
to finish the job.

Ray Weaver wasn't drunk
the night he died.

He was suffering the effects

of a slow release
poisoning. Ethylene glycol.

It produces the appearance
of intoxication.

Would've shown up in
his blood as alcohol.

You set him up as a drunk,
then went back to your room,

and left Pascal Lavigne
to do the dirty work.

One husband down and you already
lined up his replacement.

You've lost your minds.

We've got Pascal Lavigne
in police custody.

He's named you as an
accessory for two murders.

Nathan Graelish knew
that Pascal was involved.

He just hadn't put all
the pieces together.

Husband number two
was on borrowed time.

[Pascal speaking french]

[Pascal] Where's the rest?

You'll get it when
you finish the job.

[Pascal speaking french]

That's the trouble with men.

Always end up letting you down.

I've passed on all the
evidence to the police.

They're going to send
you away for a long time.

I never did get
to hear you sing.

[Lebron] Monsieur
Grayling. Capitaine Lebron.

I just wanted to thank you

for all your help
in solving the case.

Well, I'm just glad we got
some justice for Nathan.

[Lebron] Madame Donnelly will be

formally charged in the morning.

Well, that's great news.

[Lebron] Bon voyage, Jack.

Wherever you are sailing
to next, travel safe.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

That was the French police.

They're charging
Brenda Donnelly.

I'll let Maureen Weaver know.

So, how's Tony holding up?

Yeah, he's fine. We've
taken him back to his cabin.

Although, he is insisting
on 24 hour care.

I just came back for these.

Need to catch up on
my true crime podcast.

I thought you would've had
a skinful of serial killers.

You do know that
you wouldn't have

solved this case
without me, don't you?

We make a good team.

Well, just for the record,

I still think that you are
a shallow, self-centered.

So, you won't need me to
save you a front row seat?

I've got revision
to catch up on.

Exams for my Captain's licence.

Well, that sounds like
a whole heap of fun.

Another time.

Maybe.

Better go and knock them dead.

[audience cheering]

Good evening, ladies
and gentleman!

Did you all enjoyed your
sojourn in La Rochelle?

[audience cheering]

Well, it was certainly
very eventful, wasn't it?

So now, I just want
you to sit back, relax,

and enjoy the dulcet
tones, voice of the ship.

The one and only,
Mr, Jack Grayling!

[audience cheering]

[pop rock music]

# Oh, I could hide
'neath the wings #

# Of the bluebird as she sings #

# The six o'clock alarm
would never ring #

# But it rings and I rise #

# Wipe the sleep
out of my eyes #

# My shaving razor's
cold and it stings #

# Cheer up, sleepy Jean #

# Oh, what can it mean #

# To a daydream believer #

# And a homecoming queen? #

# Cheer up, sleepy Jean #

# Oh, what can it mean #

# To a daydream believer #

# And a homecoming queen? #

# Cheer up, sleepy Jean #

# Oh, what can it mean #

# To a daydream believer #

# And a homecoming queen? #

[audience cheering]

# You thought you would
run away now from #

# The troubles in your life #

# And watch a new
horizon in the sky #

# Now the truth's
caught up with you #

# Forever is waiting for you #