02x06 - Cote D'Azur

[bunniefuu]

'This is Colin,
your cruise director.

'The concert tomorrow
is completely sold out.

'But for those lucky enough
to have tickets,

'it'll be a night to remember.'

I can't believe I'm in
the same room as Moonlit Dreams.

I mean, this is huge!

They look old.

Do you know, my mam used to play
their records all the time

in our house when I was growing up.

So, come on, Jack, how do you fancy
looking after a few legends?

You want me to chaperone them?

Well, more charm and disarm.
You know, your speciality.

I'd love to.

Well, good luck.
You're gonna need it.

Why?

Well, the band are icons
of soft rock.

You know, masters of the craft,
but... they also hate each other.

Must be hard knowing some of us
had careers after the band.

Yeah, well, them supermarkets
don't open themselves.

Hey, the spirit of rock and roll
never dies.

Although, it does require
assisted living these days.

You just wait till Derek shows up.

Then the party
will really get started.

It'll be just like the old days.
God, I hope not.

Hi, my name is Jack Grayling.
I'm the resident singer.

Our cruise director has asked me
to look after you.

You'll hear no complaints from me.

Thank you, darling.

Right to the brim, pal.

Of course, sir.

So, while the fizzy pop's
still free, a toast.

To selling out.
No. To absent friends.

Absent friends.
Bloody hypocrite.

What do you mean?

Er, we are thrilled
to have you on board.

Luke, what's she on about?
Suzie... Calm in, love.

You don't wanna start with me.
Suzie...

Yeah, well, bring it on.
I'm fed up of you.

Here we go.
Here we go. Every time...

You're embarrassing me
in front of...

♪ 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

♪ Your love is an ember

♪ I'm going on an adventure
With you on my mind

♪ I'm going on an adventure

♪ With you on my mind. ♪

Don't worry.

We'll have everything ready

for you guys to smash up again
in no time.

I reckon we can hold on
till the big D gets here.

And then Armageddon.
Grow up!

It must be exciting playing together
again after all this time.

I ran through the bass riffs
before we left.

Three decades and every note
first time. Bam!

The mind forgets,
but the fingers never do.

Cool.

He can't do this!

Hey, that's not cool, man.
What is it?

Derek has pulled out.
Look, we can handle this.

When we get to Saint-Tropez,
we'll just pay him a visit.

What, and kidnap him?
We'll talk to him first.

And if that doesn't work,
then, yeah, sure.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Hi, are you all right?
Yeah.

Er, First Officer Kate Woods.
Can I get you anything?

No.
That was a lot to handle.

I'd finally built up my confidence
about seeing Derek again. Now this!

Is there a problem?

Kate, this is Bree Albright.

She's one of the singers
in Moonlit Dreams.

We were a band
about a million years ago,

one currently missing
their other singer.

What, is Derek not gonna show up?

When we were married, I could never
tell what he was going to do next.

Just ask Elton
where the two of them really were

when Derek was declared
clinically dead in '87.

♪ It's just a gesture

♪ A gesture of our love. ♪
Er, excuse me.

Sorry, sorry.
We're having a private conversation.

A-ha, but I run Moonlit Screams,
the band's fan club.

Unofficial fan club.

I need an interview.

This gig is a huge event for
the whole Moonlit Dreams community.

You owe us.
Erm, sorry.

This passenger's not feeling
very well.

Could you give her
a bit of space, please?

Er, more space than that, pal.

I'm a paying passenger.
Do I look impressed?

Ha. Barry Lawson.

He sits outside my house sometimes.
It's creepy.

Frankie and the security team
will keep a close eye on him, OK?

And I'll come with you.
Keep any unwanted fans at bay.

Thank you.

You are a darling.

Are we good?

Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

'Good morning.
It's another glorious day.

'And you are in for a treat
with a capital T,

'a little R
and all you can e-a-t.

'Welcome to Saint-Tropez
on the sun-drenched Cote d'Azur.'

Hey, are you going ashore?

Er...
I defo am.

Love the south of France.

All those chic women in their fab
outfits and their cute little dogs.

Er, I am on duty all day.
Gutted.

I'll try a snail for you.

Well, maybe we can catch up later.

Yeah.
Goedemorgen.

Hello. I have booked us
a little table for later.

A place down on the Pampelonne.

It was a favourite
of Brigitte Bardot.

Lovely.

Well, er, enjoy.

Shall we?

Come on,
open the bloody door, Derek.

We know you're in there.

Last night's party
probably still raging in there.

There's another gate
around the back, but it's locked.

Let me try this again.

Mr Dawes?

Derek.

My name is Jack Grayling.
I'm from the ship.

I'm with the band. Can we talk?

Hey, it's the old g*ng,
back together again. Yeah, baby!

Derek, please. It's me.

Here he is. The dude of dudes.

Derek, what's this madness
you've text us?

How you doing, doll?

Ups and downs. You?

Same, ta.

Beautiful villa.
Cheers.

Tidy little studio in the back, too.

You're still recording?
In here all the time.

And, er, out here?
Less so.

But I did dig up some old demos
from when we recorded Gestures.

I've been cleaning them up.
You never said.

Sure I did.

Maybe no-one was around
at the time, though.

And is this THE g*n?

From The Savoy Waiter, yeah.

You really played Russian roulette

with Oliver Reed,
Lord Lucan and Keith Richards?

Good job Reedy
couldn't sh**t straight, I tell you.

Derek, what are you playing at?

Why don't you want to do the gig?

Yesterday,
I looked in the mirror, saw...

a tired old geezer
staring back at me.

Our time is done.

For pity's sake.

Wembley '89 was the end of us.

That was a long time ago.

Not in here, doll.

Look, I hate to be that guy,
but you did sign a contract.

So sue me.

The rest of us can't afford
to be sued, Derek.

All right, that's it. I'm out.

I know what you did to Mark.

You and me, we're not finished.

I think this is going to take
some sorting.

Best leave us to it.

I'll wait for you
in that cafe down the lane.

A lot of people
are looking forward to this concert.

It would be a shame
to let them down.

Need to hit me with the bag
every time. OK...

Hi, Piers, Cassie.

Kate.

I, erm...
I didn't realise you two were a...

Yeah.

Er, Piers has taken me out
for a romantic lunch.

The place Bardot used to go to?

Ha. Er, I haven't mentioned, erm...

Why make an elephant from a mouse?

Yeah. Of course. No, no, no,
I'm... I'm happy for you.

Aw, thanks.

Sorry.

Hi, Jack.

Yeah, I'd love to go for coffee.

OK.

His villa is so cool.

So, are they millionaires?
Nah. Only Derek is.

He wrote all of their hit songs,

so he gets the bulk
of the royalties.

What songs did they sing?
Gestures Of Love.

Screaming At The Sunlight.
No.

The Stranger In My Bed.

♪ The stranger in my bed... ♪

Yes, now I know it.

You have no idea.

Not a clue.

Probably because I've not been
listening to Fuddy Duddy FM.

Hello.
Mrs Robinson at the port bow.

Bree, how did it go?

I think we've found a compromise.

But Derek wants to see you.
Me?

He has some conditions
he wants the ship to agree to.

Well,
I should probably come too, then.

If it involves the ship,
I should be there.

Yeah.

You so want to have a nosey
around a rock star's villa.

Well, you have
a very beautiful home.

And YOU are welcome in it any time.

Thank you.

Where's the rest of the band?
Suz never came back.

Luke hightailed it out of here, too.

Bree said you had some conditions.

Yeah. I wanna arrive in style.

Maybe by helicopter.

I've just sold it an' all.

Plus a glass of champagne and
a packet of cheese and onion crisps

for everyone in the audience.

We'll feast like Roman emperors.

g*nsh*t.

Stay here. Lock the door behind us.

Oi!

Hey!

He's dead.

Poor geezer.

Who is he?

Luke. He played bass.

My best mate, my worst enemy.
We go back some.

Did you know that man that ran away?

Gary?

He ran some fan thing
on the interweb.

Right nutter.

You are kidding me.

Derek, put that back.
It's evidence. It might be loaded.

This is
down-a-rabbit-hole-level crazy.

I know, I know.

Why don't you go and check on Bree,
make sure she's all right? Yeah?

Hey.
Hi.

There's no sign of him.
He's long gone out the back gate.

Look, we haven't got long.
I've phoned the police.

We found the g*n.
What?

It was dropped here, which is where
the sh**ter would have been stood.

I don't think anyone's moved
the body.

Single b*llet wound to the chest.

The only way in or out of this room
is through that door.

That g*n was on display
in the villa earlier.

It belongs to Derek.

A word, please, hun.

I had a call from some colleagues.

It's about Luke Stone.

Don't even mention his name
to me.

Look, I'm sorry to tell you
like this, but, erm...

..he's been m*rder*d.

Prime suspect's
a man called Barry Lawson.

You know him?
Well, he's still on the loose.

For your own safety,
you should stay on the ship.

He ain't getting past me.

Hey, where are you going?

Derek, that g*n
should have been deactivated.

I've been meaning to get round
to it, but when you're my age,

the decades
just kind of get away from you.

Did you leave this room unattended?

Yeah. Once the band had gone,
I had stuff to do.

That creep from the fan club,
Larry...

Barry.
..must have snuck in and taken it.

And you keep the g*n loaded.

Fans keep trying to break in.

How am I meant to protect myself?

You told us that Luke had left.

Yes. I saw him go out the gate
on the camera thing, the CCTV.

Can we make a copy of that footage?

Knock yourself out.

But the camera by the back gate
don't work.

It went kaput
a couple of weeks back.

Who would have known about that?

Whoever broke it, I guess.

My money's on a poltergeist.

Because...?

It's the kind of thing they do,
isn't it?

Can you think why Barry
would want to k*ll Luke?

I thought it was you
he was interested in, Bree.

He's a crazy person.
They do crazy things.

Last night, he was as close to me
as you are now.

I know. Scary.
It's all right, sweetheart.

Barry was strange, but I...

I never dreamed
he'd be capable of this.

Well, technically,
we don't know that he is.

You having a laugh?

We saw him running away
from Luke's body.

I just think we should keep
an open mind.

You wouldn't be so forgiving
if you woke up

and found Barry lurking
outside your house.

Don't stress. You got this, doll.

God, this is such a mess.

I'm sorry.

If I hadn't been so stupid
back then... Hey. Hey.

♪ Won't be sending roses... ♪...

♪ Or chocolates in a box

♪ I won't be chasing daydreams... ♪

♪ Or another lover's looks. ♪

Don't. Please, don't.

But it's your song.

I don't deserve it any more.

Why did you let her go, Frankie?

Well, she's not a prisoner.

If she wants to disembark,
I can't stop her.

Did Suzie seem all right?

I don't know what's normal
for rock stars.

No offence, but she seemed
in a pretty mean mood.

Then when I mentioned Lawson,
she was out of here like a whippet.

And Barry Lawson hasn't returned?

His things are still in his cabin.

Thanks, Frankie.
Right. Keep an eye out.

OK, I'm gonna go and find Jamil.
I'll meet you in your dressing room.

You should really stay on the ship.

I'll just get my things and go

before the press get wind
of what's happened.

Derek and I have got
a lot of catching up to do.

Barry Lawson is still out there.

The villa is swarming with police.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Before you go,
Suzie mentioned someone called Mark.

Who is he?

Please.

Mark Chapman.

He was a roadie with us
since the early days.

What happened?

He died of an overdose
while we were on tour.

Suzie was crazy about him.
They were engaged.

Was Luke involved?

He was with him when it happened.

Luke panicked and ran. He...

He could have fetched help,
but he left Mark to die instead.

And Suzie didn't know?
No!

I thought it would destroy her,
so I kept quiet.

Until yesterday.

That was
a stupid slip of the tongue.

Suz wouldn't let it rest.

She came to my cabin last night,
made me tell her the truth.

How did she take it?

That's what was strange.

She was calm, thoughtful.

Planning something?

Thank you.

So, there's CCTV of Bree, Luke
and Suzie all leaving the villa,

but nothing with Barry Lawson on.

Well, he could've come in the back.
The cameras were broken there.

The back gate was locked
when we first got there. I tried it.

Someone could have opened it
for him.

An accomplice?

It's got to have been someone
from the band.

Well, couldn't he have just jumped
over a wall?

No, it was too high
and way too hard to climb.

So who would have had a motive
to help him?

Last night, Suzie found out

that Luke was involved
in her fiance's death.

If they planned this together,

perhaps she's worried he'd talk
if he gets caught.

Which begs the question...
where are Barry and Suzie now?

We need to talk.

Barry's blog on the band is insane.

It's like he's literally been
through their bins

and put the contents online.

Do you think Suzie
will have arranged to meet him?

I wouldn't risk it, if I was her.

By the way, Cassie and Piers.
Did you know?

No. It was a surprise to me.

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm glad she's happy.

Hey, did you manage
to look through Barry's cabin?

Yes. Frankie let me in.
All his stuff looks pretty normal.

No clues
to where he might have gone.

I think I found something.

Look.

Suzie posted this 20 minutes ago
on social media, but no caption.

Cafe Juliette.

She's letting Barry know
where to find her.

Don't you think it's sad?

Derek and Bree
clearly still care for each other,

and instead,
they've spent years being lonely.

I mean, surely when you know,
you know, right?

Go, go! Go!

Jack!
Stay with Suzie.

Barry! Oi!

Oi!

Leave me alone.
I didn't do anything.

You shot Luke.

No. I thought I was the one
who got shot.

The g*n was so loud,
I nearly fell over.

Tell that to the police.

Get off me!

Why would I k*ll Luke?
He e-mailed me yesterday.

He told me to be there.
What?

He said they were gonna rehearse
the gig at midday.

He unlocked the back gate
so I could listen.

Luke opened the gate for you?

We had an understanding.

He was writing
the history of the band,

all of the details of his affair
with Bree.

Bree was having an affair with Luke?
Is that why she split up with Derek?

It's what broke the whole band up.
The Wembley Apocalypse.

Sorry. The what?

June, 1989, Wembley Stadium.

Derek found out
that Bree was cheating on him,

just before the gig.

Derek walks out, leaving 70,000 fans
standing in the rain.

You were helping Luke
with this book.

Sharing stories I'd heard
on the grapevine.

What were you doing with Suzie
just now?

I wanted her to vouch for me,

to try and sort things
with the cops.

Please let me go on.

Come on.

But if you want to clear your name,
we need to know who really did this.

I can help you.
Let me have that email.

We know that Bree told you
about Luke and your fiance.

You must have been furious.

You think I k*lled him.

Did you?
I wish.

But before I could, the weasel
selfishly got himself shot.

By that man
we've just seen you with.

What? Barry.

Come on, he hasn't got the ba*ls
to be a k*ller.

Why were you meeting him?

Last night, fair play,
I was seeing red.

I found Barry,
told him what Luke had done to Mark.

I asked him to put the word out
to the fans.

So you wanted to shame Luke?

No, I wanted to destroy him.

But... then I knew dishing the dirt
on Luke

after he died would look suspicious.

So I asked Barry to sit on it,
for now.

Come on.

Does THAT look
like a calculated k*ller to you?

Jack Grayling.

No.

'We'd like to remind
all guests that a full list

'of today's on-board events can
be found in your cabin itinerary.'

Hey. Do you think that man's
a reporter there? He might be.

I don't think you can tell
by just looking.

Well, we need to put the whole ship
into lockdown,

make sure that there's no more hacks
on board trying to spread rumours.

Yeah, we're not doing that.

The calls I've had, Frankie.
So many calls.

Look, it's not your fault
that man got k*lled.

Well, this is a PR nightmare.

Come on a cruise ship
and see some legendary acts,

as long as they don't get
slaughtered before curtain-up.

And breathe.

Hiya.
Yeah, thank you.

Luke told Barry
the band were going to rehearse

in the recording studio at midday.

That wasn't true. They were meant
to be on the ship by then.

Guaranteed to get him there, though.
Could have been a set-up.

If Barry didn't pull the trigger,
then who did?

Derek and Bree were with us.
And I believe Suzie.

I think she wanted to humiliate him.
sh**ting him would be too quick.

Er, Jack, I'll meet you inside.

There's just something
that I need to do. OK.

Cassie. Hi. Can I have a word?
It's about Piers.

Hey.

Watch this and tell me what's wrong.

I'm not seeing anything.
Hang on.

When she arrived,
she was wearing a hat.

And she was wearing it again
when she met us.

But when she left the villa
in between, no hat.

Which means she went back.

Er, we came to see
how you were doing.

You are a sweetheart.

I'm all right...

..considering.

There was something
that we were curious about.

When you first left here
this morning,

it took you almost an hour
to reach us,

but the cafe's just down the lane.

What is it you were doing?

Crying mostly.

I went for a walk
so I could be alone.

Being with the others again,
it... it was too much.

And I suppose nobody saw you?

No. That is the point
of being alone.

I realised I'd left my hat.

The back gate was open,
so I came in.

Did you know the camera
at the back gate was broken?

Why would I?

I hadn't realised
I was going to need an alibi.

I'm sorry. I need to take this.

You'd better come in.

Hi, mate. Yes. Thank you.

I owe you one.

What did you find?

You sure?

Such a shame about the gig.
I was looking forward to that.

She'd never even heard of us.

Good for her.

Could I ask a favour?

Would you sing a song for me?

Why?

Honestly, it would make
my colleagues so jealous.

Sorry. I know
that sounds pathetic, but...

Please.

I don't know.

Bingo.

Come on, let's do this, doll.

Get over here.

Come on.

Thank you.

♪ We'll be sending roses

♪ Or chocolates in a box

♪ Won't be chasing daydreams

♪ Or another lover's looks

♪ I'll be there for you

♪ When the tide comes crashing in

♪ Get you through the dark times

♪ Help you to swim

♪ It's just a
BOTH: ♪ Gesture

♪ A gesture of our love... ♪

Yes, please.

♪ One little gesture

♪ A gesture of our love

♪ Don't think I've forgotten.

♪ All the things we are

♪ Hear what I'm saying?

♪ Whether near or far

♪ It's just a gesture

♪ A gesture of our love

♪ One little gesture

♪ A gesture of our love

♪ It's just a gesture

♪ A gesture of our love

♪ A gesture of our love. ♪

I know how you k*lled Luke, Derek.

Derek k*lled Luke?

I spoke to a friend of mine
at the Met earlier.

I asked him to look at an email
Barry Lawson forwarded to me,

inviting him to sneak through
the back gate

and listen to the band rehearse.

There's no way
Luke could have sent it.

Why?

Because it was sent
yesterday morning

from an internet cafe
here in Saint-Tropez...

When Luke was at sea.

All of the band were,
except for you, Derek.

Everything we saw here
was carefully planned

to make us think
we were witnesses to a m*rder.

That's why you wanted me
to come back here.

The email told Barry
the back gate would be open,

ensuring he'd come in that way
at a certain time...

..along a path
where you'd lay the tripwire.

Barry said the g*n was loud.

It would have been
because it was right next to him.

When we heard the shot,
we ran outside...

g*nsh*t.

..catching the k*ller red-handed.
Lock the door..

Oi!

Hey!

In the chaos,
it was easy for you to fall behind.

Even if the police checked
the flower beds,

the wire and the cradle
would just look

like bits of gardening equipment.

You collected the g*n and pretended
to find it under the sound desk.

You are kidding me.

Derek, put that back.
It's evidence. It might be loaded.

So the shot we heard
wasn't the one that k*lled Luke.

We were just supposed to think
it was.

He was already dead.

You're mad!

Derek couldn't even organise
his own record collection,

let alone plan a m*rder.

Tell them.

Sorry, doll.

We were in the garden together...

..and Luke was dead
right next door?

Everything you said was calculated
to lead Luke into the trap.

But I did dig up some old demos
from when we recorded Gestures.

I've been cleaning them up.
You never said.

Sure I did.

Maybe no-one was around
at the time, though.

They'd be worth a fortune
to the fans.

And Luke was desperate
for the money.

He wasn't desperate. He was greedy.

He came back here
to try and nick 'em,

just like I knew he would.

Stupid fool.

Didn't even question
why the back gate was unlocked.

All right, mate?

I didn't see you lurking back there.

Just come back to, erm...

Steady on, pal.

I wouldn't have cared
if you'd come after me.

But I won't let you do this to her.

All right. Look, let's negot...

Why?

He was gonna publish filth
about you.

A grubby, horrible book.

He bragged about it when he called
to talk me into a reunion.

You did this for me?

When he called,
I really thought he might apologise,

try and put the past behind him.

But all he wanted to do
was cash in and humiliate you.

He didn't regret a thing.

It was the last straw.

It was my own stupid fault

he had anything to write about
in the first place.



All that time we could have had...

..the love we lost out on.

Being with him
was the worst mistake I ever made.

But it was MY mistake.

It don't matter.

You're the one
the songs are about...

..the one I can always forgive.

I wish you'd said that 30 years ago.

You silly, silly man.

What happens now?

Er, the police.

So as a treat,
I have asked the chefs

to prepare us some mattentaart
to my mother's recipe.

Do you think she'd like me?
Who?

Your mother.

Well, she is quite demanding.

Did she like Kate?

What?

Look, Piers, this has been fun,
but I think it's run its course.

I can't do this.

Cassie, what? What?

I'm never gonna match up to Kate,
am I?

What did she say to you?

Enough for me to know
that you're still in love with her.

Thought so.

No. Cassie, wait. Wait!

Your mattentaart, sir.

That was heartbreaking.
They should absolutely be together.

Derek k*lled someone.
He has to pay for that.

But now they both end up alone.
They made their choices, Kate.

But they made the wrong ones, Jack,

to just let their happiness
slip away like that.

I should go and check my stage time.

Hi. You've just missed Jack.

He's got his work cut out
for him tonight,

standing in for Moonlit Dreams.

Half the passengers want their
money back for the entire cruise.

He's lucky we don't have pitchforks
on board.

Well, no, they're lucky to have him.

And if they can't see that,
that's their loss.

I'm gonna have to go.
I'll see you in a bit.

'Good evening.

'From the bridge,
Piers de Vreese, staff captain,

'with an update
on our current position.

'We're sailing due southeast
at a cruising speed of 20 knots

'just off the coast of France with
the Cap d'Antibes on our port side,

'heading out into the Ligurian Sea.

'Temperature up here on the bridge,
a pleasant 18 degrees.

'Enjoy your time at sea.

'Rest assured you're in safe hands.'

Cassie?

Hey.
You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Piers?

Am I just an idiot, Jack?
No, of course you're not.

Or is everyone worth having
already in love with someone else?

Hey, come here.

Don't be thinking like that, OK?

Look, you're smart...

..kind, you're funny and attractive.

Do you really think so?
Yeah.

Cassie...
God.

I can't believe I just did that.
It's fine. It's fine.

I know you don't see me like that.
You're just hurting, that's all.

God, can we pretend
that didn't happen?

Yes.

The right one will come along.
You'll see.

She already has for you, hasn't she?

I think so.

Well, I hope it works out for you.

Ladies and gentlemen, they say
that you play this ship twice -

once on the way up
and once on the way down.

It's good to be back.

Here's a man
who is very much on the way up.

It's the one, the only,
Mr Jack Grayling!

'The Great Pretender'

♪ yes

♪ I'm the great pretender

♪ Pretending that I'm doing well

♪ My need is such

♪ I pretend too much

♪ I'm lonely

♪ But no-one can tell

♪ yes

♪ I'm the great pretender

♪ Adrift in a world of my own

♪ I've played the game

♪ But to my real shame

♪ You've left me

♪ To grieve all alone

♪ To release this feeling

♪ Of make-believe

♪ Too real when I feel

♪ What my heart can't conceal

♪ yes

♪ I'm the great pretender

♪ Just laughing and g*y

♪ Like a clown

♪ I seem to be what I'm not

♪ You see

♪ I'm wearing my heart like a crown

♪ Pretending

♪ That you're still around

♪ To release this feeling

♪ Of make-believe

♪ Too real when I feel

♪ What my heart can't conceal... ♪

♪ Yes, I'm the great pretender

♪ Just laughing and g*y

♪ Like a clown

♪ I seem to be what I'm not

♪ You see

♪ I'm wearing my heart

♪ Like a crown

♪ Pretending

♪ That you're still around... ♪

♪ ♪

'We have now docked

'in the City of the Violet Crown,
Athens.

The crest of Aphrodite.

Holding the crest connects you
to your one true love.

You're going there together?

Do you really think you're in
a position to comment on what I do?

Folk are saying
there's been a m*rder.

'Somebody clearly doesn't want us
hanging round.'

The crest was insured
for 5 million euros.

I mean,
that's enough motive for anyone.

He's definitely up to something.

Your gut instinct
doesn't give you the right

to take the law into your own hands.

♪ 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

♪ It's waiting for you

♪ In the deep blue. ♪