02x00 - Christmas Special - Dubrovnik

[bunniefuu]

So, er, I'm in the airport check-in,

and I look behind me,
and there's Santa

with a massive sack of presents.

I said,
"Where's all your reindeers?"

And he goes,

"Well, you know Rudolph's red nose?

"Turns out to be COVID.
They're all in lockdown."

SPEAKER BUZZES

Where are you two going?
Sponsored walk?

Anyway, here's one for you.

You'll love this one. Here.
COMEDIAN CHUCKLES

There's this elf, and he's working
in a Christmas factory

making presents, right?

But he's thinking about
going on strike

because they're short staffed.
HE CHUCKLES

AUDIENCE GROANS

MAN CLEARS THROAT

Anyway...

I've been Buddy Elveden...

SPEAKER BUZZES

..Master of Mirth.
And you've been...

Well, you've been...

a smashing audience.

You're being unreasonable.

You have to pay us.
It says it in the contract.

I was promised jokes.

Hey, why you leave them out
of your set, huh?

Oh, very good.
I'll borrow that one [!]

No laughs, no money.

HE SIGHS

Maybe we could get
the magic act going again.

I could ring round
some old booking agents.

I'm not going back to England,
Karen.

Oh, but things will have died down.

Forget about the magic act.

These fingers ain't as fast
as they used to be.

And let's be honest, no-one wants
to see you in a leotard.

I didn't mean that, I'm sorry.

But the curtain's coming down on us.

HORN BLARES,
CHATTER

WOMAN: Shh!

Listen, guys,
Santa's been a little bit held up.

It's a disgrace.

When you fork out
for a Christmas cruise,

the one thing you expect
is to see Santa.

Hey, how about two front-row seats

for you and your mum
to my Christmas show?

I want Santa, not you.
Great [!]

CRASHING
Jamil!

S-Sorry.

On your way now.
The grotto's closed.

Frankie, a little less blunt,
perhaps. This is appalling.

We'll fix this, I promise.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell.

It's just... last Christmas
wasn't a great one for us.

And I really want Libby
to have a good one this year.

Leave this to me, OK?

Come on, then, darling.

Let's see what you can find
in the kids' area, yeah?

So, where is the bearded one?

He's got shingles.
Oh.

Well, there must be someone else
who can dress up as Santa.

Hmm. I might be looking at him.
JACK CHUCKLES

No, no, no, no.
Jack.

I could be your elf.

The Christmas dream team, huh?

Bev, I'm a singer.
I can't be h*-h*-hoing all day.

It'll wreck my voice.
Thanks for nothing, Jack.

Bev?

Christmas is not over yet, Jamil.

Not on Jack Grayling's watch.

♪ I'm going on an adventure

♪ And I got a feeling
The sun's gonna shine

♪ Shine, the sun's gonna 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. ♪

♪ Een Kindekijn is ons geboren

♪ In Bethlehem

♪ Een Kindekijn is ons geboren... ♪
SHE CLEARS THROAT

♪ In Bethlehem. ♪
Piers.

Do you have to do that?

It's a traditional
Flemish Christmas song,

Een Kindeken Is Ons Geboren.

Right. It's just a bit distracting.

Is that all I am to you now?

A distraction?

Miss Woods, Mr de Vreese, shall we?

Captain Marlowe?
Ship inspection.

We usually liaise
with the other department.

New captain, new rules.

Number one, keep the crew
on their toes.

Jameson may have been a bit lax
on discipline,

but I won't have standards slipping
on my watch.

I'm all for maintaining
high standards, Captain. Very good.

BEVERLEY: 'Good morning
to all passengers.'

Are these spot checks going to be
a regular thing, Captain?

Well, it's in every
good captain's playbook.

Don't you agree, Mr de Vreese?

Forward with the goat, sir.

Well, quite.

When was this last tested?

We'd have to ask Maintenance, sir.

Not the answer I wanted to hear,
Miss Woods.

Bring back Jameson.

Alas, it seems we can never go back,

no matter how much we may want to.

Oh, please.

Ah, Mr Grayling,
the man with the perfect pipes.

You should be my agent,
Captain Marlowe.

Do you know what?
I might visit the theatre tonight,

mingle with
the buffet and bingo mob.

You can't beat the shine
of some top brass.

I'm sure you'll dazzle them.
Well, as you were.

Inspection duty.

Piers...

..Bev is in desperate need
of a Santa,

and I was wondering if
any of your crew fancy dressing up.

May I remind you
that we are officers?

We do not demean ourselves
by dressing up in silly costumes.

BEVERLEY: 'We'd like
to welcome all guests

'to decidedly delightful Dubrovnik,

'often called
the Pearl of the Adriatic.

'I guarantee you're about to
find out exactly why.

'And if you love Santas and elves,

'I thoroughly recommend
the Christmas parade

'taking place this afternoon.'

Elves? Mum, can we go? Please?

'I also highly recommend
the Convent of Saint Claire,

'where you'll be able to find
any last-minute Christmas gifts

'at their wonderful market.'

I've had enough, Karen.

Buddy, one bad night doesn't mean
it's the end of your career.

Well, apparently,
I've had 50 bad nights.

Look, I just need a minute,
all right?

I'll have a coffee
and a rakia chaser.

Actually, hold the coffee.

Nah.
Ah!

To share.

Well... this is nice.

Me and you finally
get to spend some time together.

You can blame the new captain.

He's got a to-do list
longer than Piers' face. Poor fella.

How's he holding up?
Well, what do you think?

He was supposed to be walking
down the aisle this time next month.

What if he got off lightly?

Ha-ha [!]
JACK CHUCKLES

Right, come on.
We need to find a Santa.

How are you gonna find
the right one?

Through the power of Christmas.

Did I hear somebody say
they were looking for Santa?

Buddy Elveden. 30 years
wowing audiences the world over.

Am I not round enough,

rosy cheeked enough,
barrel chested enough

to give a magnificent h*-h*-h*?

See? You've just got to believe.

THEY LAUGH

I've just got on board,

and you have already
lost my luggage.

Your luggage will be somewhere
in the system, sir.

In the meantime,
please accept this courtesy pack.

Everything you need,

from shaving foam to...

underpants.

I'm not wearing this.

They are very comfortable.

Though there are shops on board
and in Dubrovnik.

S... Sorry.

DOOR CLOSES

Well, someone's got a bob on.
Frankie.

Where did you come from?

It's ninja mentality.

For a lush wench,
I can be light on my feet.

It's all part of the training.

Well, I'd better find his luggage

before he makes
an official complaint.

You need to find Beverly first.
She's been looking for you.

HE SIGHS

You want me to be an elf?

Mm. What do you say?

I say lead me to the workshop.

THEY LAUGH
Bev?

JACK CLEARS THROAT

Beverley, meet Santa.
Santa, meet Beverley.

Jack. How did you manage that?

You've just got to believe.
It's a regular Christmas miracle.

Oh, I'll need Frankie
to run background checks. Sorry.

It's all right.
I've already asked her.

You and me should be running
this ship.

One day, Bev. One day.

Right. I need you in costume ASAP.

And Jamil, the same for you.
And Jack?

Yes?
I could kiss you.

THEY LAUGH

This way, Santa.

So, I said to Rudolph,

"We don't need your red nose
any more

"because I've got Santa-nav."

KIDS LAUGH
h*-h*-h*-h*!

Well, er, what do you think?
Which bin did you get that from?

It was the only one I could find.
Look, there's a hole here.

It looks like rain, dear. Reindeer!
h*-h*-h*!

PHONE RINGS

Oh, speaking of which,
this is probably Rudolph,

wanting to trade some air miles
for some more hay.

Or maybe not.

MAN: All right? Merry Christmas.

What? Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas.

Shouldn't you be in your grotto?

Oh, yeah. Just got to sort a couple
of things before we set out.

Look, Bev won't be happy.


Half hour, worst-ways.

Ah-ah.

Oh, last-minute Christmas shopping?

Oh, yeah.
You know what kids are like.

They only tell you what they
actually want for Christmas

at the last possible minute.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

BUDDY GRUNTS

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

Nice of you to bring me
an early Christmas present, Jack.

Oh, you two know each other?

Yeah, Nika and I collaborated
on a missing teen

who fled to Dubrovnik
back in the day.

Oh, wow. Cop in every port.

I'm presuming you know
this unfortunate man.

His name is Buddy Elveden.
He came on board to play Santa.

Seemed like a really nice guy.

Nice enough for someone
to stab him with a Christmas tree.

You don't think
this was an accident?

As I'm sure Jack will tell you,

nothing's an accident
until proven otherwise.

One of the Ten Commandments
in criminal investigation.

So, why was he here
and not in his grotto?

Hold that thought.

It must be Buddy's.

The last call he received
was barely an hour ago.

To whom am I speaking, please?

Buddy's dead?

You've got the wrong person,
surely.

How do you know Mr Elveden?

We've been together years.

Well... not together, together.

Nothing like that. Erm...

I started off as his assistant.

But he did magic
while I did the glamour.

And then when he branched out...

into comedy,
I took much more of a back seat.

I became his PA, and then...

then his chauffeur, after he had
his car accident last Christmas.

Why did you phone him?

I was back at the hotel. I...

I was wondering where he'd got to.

I was worried about him.

He was a bit upset after last night.

Upset? Why?

Erm, his set at Luka's comedy club

had gone terribly, and...

..Luka was furious with him.

It was awful.

Luka's.

That's where he was found.

In the alley, round the back.

Apologies.

I'm going to need you to give me
a statement down at the station,

Miss McCallister.

Of course.

What... What am I gonna do now?

I'm...

I'm nobody without Buddy.

We spent every Christmas together.

We were gonna go
to a fancy restaurant,

get the best food,
the best drinks.

Make it as magical as we could.

What if after you've spoken
to the police,

you grab your things
and join the cruise?

Jack.
Friends-and-family deal.

That can be sorted, right?

Well, look, I've gotta get back
to the ship, but...

I'll see what I can do, OK?

Word is,
you were furious with Buddy.

And the obvious question is,
what did he do to upset you so much?

He went up on that stage
and told terrible jokes.

Most of the audience left
halfway through his set.

Was he really that bad?

One man was crying,
and not of laughter.

I saw him confront Buddy afterwards.

What did this guy look like?

Bald, glasses, tearful.

Though he was shouting by then.

Any chance I could take a look
at that CCTV from last night,

specifically the camera
in the alleyway?

Look, I'm a busy man, huh?

How about I sing for free

the next time
that we dock in Dubrovnik?

And I guarantee you,
no-one will leave.

You're really that good?

I am. Trust me.

Excuse me. Backstage is
for staff performers only.

My daughter.
My daughter's gone missing.

I can't find her anywhere.
Can you help me?

All right. Don't worry, love.
Not lost anyone on my watch.

Right, I'll need a full description.

Height, build, and any distinctive
or unusual blemishes,

such as a birthmark and/or a tattoo.

OK.
Right.

Come on.
Let's check your room first.

Ooh.
KATE SUCKS TEETH

I can't see who pushed him.

Just rewind it.
Maybe we've missed something.

OK.
Whoa.

I said backwards, not forwards.

What is that?

Well, that dream's over.

What dream?
Of joining the elves' team.

One minute,
I'm an elf, living the life.

And next...

Santa's dead.

What?

Why are you staring at me?

It's the same colour as your hat,
Jamil.

Which means...

An elf...
k*lled...

..Santa.
Er, you can't say things like that.

I think Buddy's k*ller
dressed up as one

to blend in
with the Christmas market.

I think our k*ller's hat
is missing a bell.

She was in here all along,
Mrs McClane.

Thank you so much.

I'll leave you to it.
Thank you.

I was so worried about you.
Are you OK?

Oh, my love. Come here.

HE TRILLS A MELODY

All right, Jack?

No.
Don't worry.

I'm not gonna ask you
to play Santa.

You've got someone, then?
SHE SIGHS

I'm not sure
if I even care right now.

Oh, Bev.

This isn't like you.
I know.

You OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine. It's just...

It's just, some mornings, I wish
I didn't have to paint the smile on.

Do you know what I mean, Jack?

It's exhausting...

pretending everything's rosy
in Beverly Carnell's world.

I always thought it was.
Yeah, well, that's the problem.

Everyone thinks that.

What I wouldn't give...

to have some hunky fella's shoulder
to cry into.

Give it the full-on sob.

Soak his shirt right through.
Sounds like someone needs a break.

No, no.

No, I'm married to the ship, me,
Jack.

Hey-h*.

I'd better go and find a Santa
before there's a mutiny.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Mr Belay, I have some good news.

I have your luggage.

KNOCKING ON DOOR
Mr Belay.

Mr Belay, er, your case
has been damaged in transit.

Obviously,
we will reimburse it for you.

SOFTLY: Right.

Jamil.

What the...?

Buddy... Buddy's dead?

MR BELAY LAUGHS

Christmas has come a day early.

Excuse me?

He stole my wife,
destroyed my marriage.

This is the best present
I have ever had.

MR BELAY LAUGHS

Mr Belay, what did you and Buddy
argue about?

We were so happy until you appeared.

She hasn't been happy
for a very long time.

That's why she threw you out!

Why would she want you?
You're nothing.

A failure!

I make her laugh.

And you, my friend, make her cry.

She's my wife!
What's going on here?

Luka got in the way of you
taking things further with Buddy.

And I bet
you couldn't believe your eyes

when he came on the very ship
that you'd booked your cruise on.

No.

You watched him disembark
and then followed him.

I never left the ship.

I can always check
the embarkation log, right? Yeah.

If you must know...

I was out buying a new underwear.

Actually, I can vouch for that.

Mr Belay wasn't a fan
of the paper pants.

My guess is you followed him.

All right.

I admit it, I did. But I lost him
in the crowd of Santas.

And that's the honest truth.

Now, if you don't mind...

..I need some time on my own...

..to work out how to tell all this
to my wife.

Now that Buddy's dead,
she's going to need me.

I'll have a word with Juan.

He's getting far too c*ck
with his sword act.

What's this doing here?

Have a good evening.
Oh, thanks.

You, too. Bye.
See you later.

You left this on the bridge.

Are you joining another cruise ship?

I haven't said yes yet.

But it's a very nice offer.

And the fjords
are particularly stunning.

This ship wouldn't be the same
without you.

You make it sound like
you'd miss me.

Well, of course, I would.

Knock me for six, to be honest.

Then give me a reason to stay, Kate.

You know that's not what I meant,
Piers.

Can't blame a man for trying.

HE SIGHS

You came aboard after all.
Oh, only just.

I went to give my statement,

and then I ended up answering
question after question.

Nika's borderline obsessive.

Well, Buddy needs justice.

Which brings me to the row
Buddy had in the comedy club.

What row?

With a man called Giorgio Belay
after the show.

Giorgio was there?

You know him?
Well, of course I do.

He was the bane of Buddy's life.

How come you didn't
hear them arguing?

Well, I was out back in the alley.
It wasn't a good night.

I needed some space
to think and plan.

But he never said a word
about him and Giorgio.

Did he ever threaten Buddy?

It's more a question of,
when didn't he threaten him?

Giorgio sent some awful texts.

I made Buddy delete them,

they were so horrible.

Kate? Wait up.

It seems Giorgio sent a ton
of threats to Buddy.

It sounds like we need to ask him
some more questions. Yeah.

This is turning into a Christmas
to remember.

m*rder and mince pies.
Only you, Jack Grayling.

HE CHUCKLES

Ah!
Wow.

I thought you were back
at the day job.

Oh, it's the magic of Christmas.

Beverley found me a better costume.

Jack.
What?

Hey!

The bell's missing.

Jamil, where did Beverley
get this costume from?

The costume store. Where else?

Which means...

Someone took the costume,
went ashore,

k*lled Buddy and then put it back.

So the k*ller is on this ship?

We're looking for anyone
who got off the ship after Buddy.

Within a few minutes of.

Frankie?
Joni McClane.

Left to do some
last-minute shopping.

Blimey.
Where did you pull that from?

Oh, it's photographic memory.
I was trained by the best.

Mrs McClane left
just after Buddy did.

With her daughter?
No, she left Libby on board.

I know, because I had
to launch a mini manhunt

after Mrs McClane got back.

Found her wandering around backstage
looking for her daughter.

Backstage? Yeah, she was
in amongst the costumes.

Thanks.
Before you scarper...

I finally got
Buddy's background check through.

Turns out he was involved
in a car crash.

Thanks, but we know that.

Yeah, but did you know
that he knocked down

and k*lled someone, though?

Or that he walked away scot-free
after it was deemed an accident?

SIRENS BLARE

Jack, you better be calling
with a clue.

I'm facing a dead end here.

'I need you to run a check for me.'

Buddy Elveden k*lled someone
in a car crash

in England last Christmas.

In England?

Give me a minute.
I have a contact over there.

Do you just want me to find Karen?
She's bound to know.

Nika's quicker. Trust me.

PHONE RINGS

Nika? 'I have the name
of the man Buddy k*lled.'

It's McClane. William McClane.

'Thank you, Nika.'

I think we've just found
our k*ller, Jack.

Now, I want you to close your eyes

and listen as hard as you can
for Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas, darling.

BEVERLEY: 'Good morning, all.

'I'd like to wish everyone,
passengers and crew alike,

'a very merry Christmas
from everyone on board.

'I hope Santa was good to you,

'but if you fancy
a little more Santa goodness,

'then you can catch him later

'when he arrives
with his sack of goodies.'

Merry Christmas, darling.

Unfortunately...

I have some not very good news.

It's about Buddy.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Enter.

Mr de Vreese. Merry Christmas.

Vrolijk Kerstfeest
to you, too, sir.

Are you ready?

Do we really have to do this
on Christmas Day?

Well, Joni can't get away
with m*rder,

no matter what day it is.

Last year, Libby lost her dad,

and this year,
her mum's gonna get locked up.

Jack.

Kate, I've already missed
three Christmases with my daughter.

I know how it feels.

Look, I know that you want things
to be different, but...

Buddy's never gonna see
another Christmas, ever.

So at some point,
we need to make this right.

All right, tootsies and trotters,

behind the line, if you don't mind.

Oh, boys and girls, I've got news
that Santa's on his way.

KIDS CHEER

He's nearly here.

KIDS CHEER
And... he's just landed!

KIDS CHEER

So, boys and girls, mums and dads,

are you gonna join me
for a big Christmas countdown?

ALL: Yeah!

Oh, come on,
you can do better than that!

You gonna join me
for a big Christmas countdown?

ALL: Yeah!

Here we go. Ten...

ALL: Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

two, one.

Hooray!
THEY CHEER

Come on, Santa.

h*-h*-h*!
BEVERLEY LAUGHS

Come on, hurry up, Santa.
Thank you very much.

What's your name?
One at a time, one at a time.

Go on, babe.
SANTA CHUCKLES

Erm, is that...
Yeah, it's Captain Marlowe.

I promised him an eggnog later.
HE CHUCKLES

Morning.
Morning.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Hi.

Er... Merry Christmas.

And to you, too, Kate.

Listen, Piers, I'm sorry if I was
a bit harsh on you yesterday.

It had to be said.

And you said it.

No complaints from me.

Good. I mean, we're both sailors,
aren't we?

I'm sure we can...
navigate our way through this.

It might be a little late for that.

Are you leaving the ship?

I loved you so much, Kate.

Jack.
Yep?

You're never gonna guess
what Santa brought me this year.

A hunky fella?
Oh, I wish.

A residency, Jack,
at the Lancia Club in Barbados.

The Lancia. Are you kidding?
I know. Someone dropped out, and...

and somehow or another, I got
highly recommended to the manager.

What were you saying
about Christmas being a downer?

When did he want you?
Oh, it's the end of this cruise.

I mean, obviously, it's not forever.
Just a sabbatical.

Head officer give me their blessing

and said they'll arrange
a short-term replacement.

I don't know what to say, Bev,
other than...

you deserve it.

Oh, thank you.

Kate? I know who did it.

MARLOWE: Enjoy the food.

Oh, ladies.

I couldn't believe
Jack invited me as a guest.

He's such a kind and generous man.
Yeah.

Are you sure I should be
at the Captain's table?

Of course you should, Jamil.
You're an incredible elf.

One of the finest I've ever seen.
Please.

Thank you.

And I don't dole out praise lightly.

Oh, lovely.

We got our Christmas after all.

I know what happened, Joni.

Libby, why don't you

go and choose yourself a pudding
out of the cabinet, OK?

You went after Buddy and caught up
with him in the alleyway.

When I saw him on the ship,
it all came flooding back.

So you grabbed yourself a disguise?

How did you know that?

Your elf costume was caught on CCTV.

One of the bells fell off.

I found him on the ground.
He was already dead, I swear.

I believe you. You were angry, Joni.

But I doubt
you would have done anything.

Not when you've got Libby
to look after.

So what happens to me now?

What do you think happens?

You order Christmas pudding and
have the Christmas you both deserve.

Really?

Watch out for the six pence
in a pudding.

Mum.

Have you heard Mr de Vreese
is leaving us?

I did, yeah.
It's a sad day for the ship.

That depends...

..on who's left
and what they're capable of.

Ambition is not a dirty word,
Miss Woods.

In fact, it's a word
that I openly encourage.

I mean, look where it got me.

HE CHUCKLES

Could I have a quick word
before dinner?

Oh, of course.

Erm... Champagne for Mr Grayling,
please.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.
Oh.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Before I sit down,
I need to do some housekeeping.

Only, I know what happened to Buddy,

why it happened,
but most importantly,

who k*lled him.

The biggest clue was in front
of my face this whole time...

..wasn't it, Karen?
I'm not sure I follow.

Let's go back a few nights.

You told us that you didn't hear
Giorgio and Buddy arguing

because you were outside.

I was outside the back door.

But you couldn't have been.

The Christmas decorations,

including a wrought-iron
Christmas tree,

were stacked up
against the back door.

I called the club owner. He told me
they'd been there for days.

So there's no way
you could have opened it.

Wait. I wasn't in the alley.

I was, erm,
in Buddy's dressing room.

If you were, then you would have
heard Giorgio and Buddy arguing.

So which one was it, Karen?

The only reason
you said you hadn't heard them

was because it gave you
a clear motive.

You see, all of this

has always been about people
missing people at Christmas.

Giorgio and his wife,

Joni McClane and her husband.

You and Buddy.

He didn't want to tour with you
no more.

He wanted to set up home
with Giorgio's wife.

For him, the magic had gone.
He wanted out.

It's not true, none of it.

He took that Santa job
to escape telling you.

I mean, what a way to end


But you rang him.

I just wanted to see where
he'd gotten to. He... He texted.

He'd said he'd had enough,
but he'd always done that.

And I said the least we could do
is talk about it. That's all.

He met you to say goodbye,
didn't he, Karen?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.
KAREN SHOUTS

BUDDY GRUNTS

It was an accident.

I'd never hurt Buddy
on purpose, ever.

I still don't know
where the strength came from

to push him that hard.

It came from 30 years on the road,
Karen,

only to end up being abandoned,

facing Christmas alone
for the first time in decades.

I get it. I do.

Nobody wants that.

Afraid you'll have to accompany me
to your cabin, Miss McCallister.

I'll have to lock you in
until we reach port,

where you'll be handed over
to the local police.

Please don't let this ruin
your Christmas.

I'd... I'd really hate that
to happen.

You did the right thing.

The logs are on the fire,
the chestnuts are roasting,

and we all believe in the magic
of Santa for another year.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we've got a spectacular night

in store for you tonight

with a once-in-a-generation talent.

Jack Grayling,

will you please
bring Christmas home?

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you. Thank you.

This first song I'm dedicating
to a very special person.

I'll miss you.

AUDIENCE: Aw.

♪ Ay-ay

♪ Feels like fire

♪ I'm so in love with you

♪ Dreams are like angels

♪ They keep bad at bay

♪ Bad at bay

♪ Love is the light

♪ Scaring darkness away

♪ I'm so in love with you

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ Cleaning my soul

♪ Flame on, burn desire

♪ Love with tongues of fire

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal... ♪

I know that you arranged
Beverley's sabbatical.

Me?

No. What makes you think that?

I mean, we've been looking
for Santa everywhere,

and he's been right here
this whole time.

Which got me thinking,

somebody ought to buy you a present.

You got me something?
As if I wouldn't.

SHE CHUCKLES
Thank you.

Merry Christmas, Mr Grayling.

Merry Christmas, Miss Woods.

♪ This time, we go sublime

♪ Lovers entwine, divine, divine

♪ Love is danger
Love is pleasure

♪ Love is pure, the only treasure

♪ I'm so in love with you

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ Cleaning my soul

♪ Flame on, burn desire

♪ Love with tongues of fire

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal... ♪

JACK VOCALISES

♪ Make love

♪ Your

♪ Goal. ♪

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

WOMAN: I need your help.

My father is not a m*rder*r.

KATE: This is about getting Jack
off the ship.

He's a liability, Kate.

Jack Grayling.

MAN: The singer who likes
to do the police job for them.

Another beautiful day in paradise.

MAN: We can live the dream together.

WOMAN: How dare you?
KATE GASPS

MAN: I mean, even a disgraced cop
still has his uses.

The first rule of navigation,

never take your eyes off
the controls.

There is no "us", Jack.

I'd just like to know
where I stand, Kate.