01x01 - La Rochelle

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PIANO PLAYS

♪ I never told you how I feel

♪ So I wrote it all down

In a letter

♪ You'll 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. ♪

CHUCKLES

Yeah. Let's close the act

with that tonight.

Send them to bed with a smile

on their faces.

Cheers, D.

Ladies.

♪ Going on an adventure

♪ And I got a feeling

The sun won't shine

♪ Shine

The sun won't shine

♪ I'm in love with the ocean

♪ And I got a feeling

I'm sailing tonight

♪ Tonight

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. ♪

'Loads is happening on the ship

today.

'Do check your daily programme

and daily planners.

'Have a fantastic day

and see you around.

'Thanks very much.'

CAMERA CLICKS

Smile!

Shouldn't you be rehearsing?

Beverley!

Looking pucker, 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,

shipshape and Bristol fashion.

And that suit

Looks like it's been slept in.

331m 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.

Could be hard to connect,

a 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!

Oh, how lovely.

A few days on board

and we'll soon win you over.

Sun, 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.

APPLAUSE

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.

Beverley, our cruise director.

I trust the Orea suite

is up to your liking.

1,500 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 fliers.

Please, call me Brenda.

Good to meet you, Brenda.

The 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.

Oh, bless you, Jamil.

Sadly, Tony won't be joining me.

No, I'm planning on doing

a bit of bird watching.

Ile de Re salt pans.

Magnet for migrating wildfowl.

Right, time for me to mingle.

Make some new friends.

I guess I'd better chase up

that Scotch and soda.

Well, 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. 3:00. 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.

'Roger that. We'll have a pilot

pierside five. Over.'

Switching on radar echo sound

ECDIS.

Changing the AIS status.

Destination, La Rochelle.

ETA 06:20.

HORN

'This is Beverley,

your cruise director,

'informing all guests that the ship

has now departed

'and is on course for La Rochelle.'

Champagne, sir?

Oh, no, no, no. I didn't order that.

Compliments of the house.

Thank you.

Cabin upgrade, free Wi-Fi.

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. Er, I'm a bit of

a ship stat nerd.

Er, fan trips, tracker sites.

We upload all our photos

on 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

squirreled 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 have seen me

on all those billboards. Yeah.

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 protege.

So why haven't I seen her around?

She spent the winter

on the Caribbean circuit,

earned her stripes as first officer.

ba*ls of steel, that one.

All she cares about

is getting her own command.

Kate Woods is out of your league,

my friend.

SIGHS

KNOCKING

Yes?

KNOCKING

'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 25C,

so don't forget your sun cream.'

Hope you're not abandoning ship.

Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.

Best way to see the island.

I took your advice. Que du jour.

Ship leaves at seven.

Don't miss it.

I'll try not to be late.

Mm-hm.

Hey.

Oh.

Someone has a spring in his step

this morning.

Yeah. 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.

LAUGHS

Hi, Jamil.

'Are you in La Rochelle?'

Yeah, I'm just about to head to

Ile de Re.

'Officer Woods is running

at Ile de Re.'

Is she really?

HORN

Oh. Sorry. Sorry.

Oh.

Katie. Right?

Kate.

Sorry.

Are you following me?

Are you following me?

Look, look. Kate, Kate.

If we're planning on avoiding

each other

for the rest of the summer,

we're gonna need a bigger boat.

SCREAMING

It's the mystery shopper.

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.

Well, you certainly are

full of surprises.

Looks like a map of

those pine woods,

local nature trails.

Bird hide is marked with a cross.

Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.

Mm-hm.

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?

Er Some walkers,

a couple of cyclists.

How about back on the lane?

A pickup truck passed me

on the road.

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.

Excuse me. Is Inspector Lebron

still police chief?

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 m*rder like this is not

going to be good for the town.

Something tells me Nathan Graelish

knew his k*ller.

You are not a policeman anymore,

Jack. Leave this one to me.

I'm just trying to help my friend.

OK. 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.

I 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.

Beverley. I was hoping

I'd run into you.

Tony isn't back

from his 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 don't know 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 have already checked

the voyage plan.

We can make up the lost time

when we get back out to sea.

We're embroiled in a m*rder 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

just 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 have to happen

on your watch.

La, da, dee, dee, da,

da, dee, da.

So, this is where the magic happens.

The sweet smell of showbusiness.

Well, it smells like socks

and cheap aftershave, but

If you've only come here

to insult me

Nathan Graelish's m*rder.

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 m*rder 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.

So, what exactly are we looking for?

Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.

Look, check his pockets, suitcase.

Anything that might give us a lead.

Yeah.

BEEPING

Password protected. Great.

These don't look like ship stats.

Who's staying in the Orea suites?

The Jacksons, the Darlings,

the Donnellys.

They always stay in the same cabin.

BD. Brenda Donnelly.

TD. That's Tony.

Tony? Yes.

Yes. Nathan was filming them

on his phone at the sail away.

You 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 this 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.

Well, 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?

He owns a fishing boat

in La Rochelle harbour.

Come on.

Chop, chop.

Oh, for

Officer Woods.

Just a chat, Pascal.

I'm busy.

Fine. We'll leave you to it.

We can share what we've learned

with the police.

Who's this? Huh?

You need to watch this one.

She set me up.

They found the necklace

in your cabin.

Yeah. 12 months in prison,

and now I'm scraping a living

from fishing.

You must have heard about the man

they found m*rder*d yesterday.

Plage de Trousse-Chemise.

His name was Nathan Graelish.

He was a private investigator.

What's that got to do with me?

That your pickup?

What if it is?

Well, we spoke to a witness.

They placed a similar vehicle

near the crime scene

shortly after Nathan was m*rder*d.

You seriously think it was me?

You know what? It's fine, Pascal.

We'll just get the police

to check the number plates.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

I was digging.

I was digging for razor clams.

I sell them in the restaurants.

I have no idea who this guy is, OK?

And why would I k*ll 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 was late afternoon.

Well, we've got nothing

that ties him to Nathan's m*rder.

Well, he's just admitted

being near the m*rder 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 haven'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

Mr and Mrs Donnelly?

Housekeeping.

Hm.

2:30.

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 birdwatching trip.

Right around the time

he was m*rder*d.

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 k*lled 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'd lost interest.

I suppose I was a shoulder

to cry on.

How did he die, this Ray Weaver?

Slipped on the step

leading down to the sundeck.

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

had something to do with it?

My Brenda? Of course not.

Nathan Graelish accused your wife

of m*rder.

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?

And did you share any of this

with Brenda?

After everything she's been through?

Something like this,

it'd finish her.

Nathan Graelish was hired

by Ray Weaver's sister

to investigate her claim

that he might have been m*rder*d.

But the coroner concluded

that his death was an accident.

Nathan Graelish might have 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 m*rder.

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.

Hope you're not abandoning ship.

Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.

'Maureen Weaver.'

Now, you mustn't pummel me too hard,

Analisa.

I bruise very easily.

Devious, murdering b*tch!

SCREAMS

No, stop! No.

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 m*rder*d

my brother

..and that Tony was gonna be next.

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 m*rder.

LAUGHS

She's always had a way with men.

Feminine wiles.

She must have promised him

a cut of the insurance money.

What insurance money was this?

Nathan discovered

that she'd taken out a policy

just a few weeks

before she k*lled 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.

Look, it must have 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 k*lled him.

Look, did Nathan ever mention

a man named Pascal Lavigne?

Er, not that I can remember. Why?

We found that in Nathan's notebook.

He said that he was

on to 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. Oh, no. You've got

It's Brenda that needs locking up.

Oh, please. Oh, please. It's OK.

You've got to believe me. Please.

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 have happened

if Jack hadn't stepped in.

She's been confined to her cabin.

Good. Best place 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

Beverley told us what happened.

It'll take more than Maureen Weaver

to ruin my holiday.

That's the Brenda

we all know 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.

Oh, come on.

Come on now, Brenda, love.

I'll get you a nice drink

back at the cabin.

Look, the night Ray Weaver died

They called a code Alpha,

male fatality.

And it didn't seem in any way

suspicious?

No. 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.

There was something

that troubled me.

Ray dropped into the medical centre

the previous afternoon

complaining of feeling unwell.

Nausea, headaches, vomiting.

Well, 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 seasickness pills

and told him to get some rest.

I am telling you now, he is guilty.

I have seen that look before.

OK. I'm not sure you condemn a man

on a look.

I'm not sure what kind of

Jack.

Piers.

The police have charged

Pascal Lavigne with the m*rder.

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.

I mean, 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.

Let me get back to the bridge.

I think we should delay.

There is more to this m*rder case

than the French police

have accounted for.

Isn't that right, Jack?

Yeah, 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 like 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,

then

Yep. Let's go.

I'll leave you to it, Jack.

I have to get back to work.

Thanks, Jamil.

Gotcha.

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

it would have been quiet.

Dark. No cameras.

You want to 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 have fallen off the wagon.

Brenda told me

he'd had a few drinks.

We've only got her word for that.

And the postmortem 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.

OK, so how did Nathan Graelish

end up dead?

Starboard. 3:00. Baseball cap.

'The baseball caps.'

Tony was always the intended victim.

Merde!

Pascal Lavigne k*lled the wrong man.

Tony?

Out here!

Yuval!

Hey. Hey. Tony?

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.

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 have 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

and would have 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 the 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.

Where's the rest?

You'll get it

when you finish the job.

That's the trouble with men.

Always end up letting you down.

I'll pass 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.

HORN

'Monsieur Grayling?

Capitaine Lebrun.

'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.

'Madame Donnelly will be

formally charged in the morning.'

Well, that's great news.

'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, erm I just came back

for these.

Need to catch up on

my true crime podcast.

I thought you would have had

a skinful of serial K*llers.

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-centred

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. Mm.

Another time. Maybe.

Better go knock 'em dead.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

HORN

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Yeah!

Whoo!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

did you all enjoy

your little sojourn on La Rochelle?

Yeah?

Well, it was certainly

very eventful, wasn't it, eh?

So now I just want you to sit back,

relax,

and enjoy the dulcet tones

of the voice of the ship,

the one and only Mr Jack Grayling.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

♪ 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 shavin' 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?

♪ Yeah

♪ Cheer up, sleepy Jean

♪ Oh, what can it mean

♪ To a daydream believer

♪ And a homecoming queen? ♪

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

'The ship has now arrived

in Lisbon.'

You're either a policeman

..Or a serial k*ller.

Our star guest has received

a death threat.

Form an orderly queue, please,

ladies and gentlemen.

He turns up everywhere.

I don't like him.

No way. Isn't that

Anoushka Barrymore.

Hello, Nero.

So, yes, I want them both dead.

Oh, you really are the best fans.

SCREAMING

The best revenge is not to k*ll

your enemy.

k*ll the thing they love.

♪ You thought you'd run away now

♪ From the troubles in your life

♪ And watch a new horizon in the sky

♪ But now the truth's caught up

With you

♪ Forever is waiting for you

♪ In the deep blue. ♪