All language subtitles for The.Madame.Blanc.Mysteries.S04E07.H264-7VFr33104D

Top job, sir.
Thank you.

Vinnie is the best barber
in Sainte Victoire.

Master of his craft.
I can tell.

Dom's feeling a bit down,
so I brought him in for a pamper.

I'm sat right here, Jeremy.
My folks used to do that.

Sorry? Speak about each other
as if they were invisible.

No, no, we're just good friends.

It's all right,
you don't have to explain yourself.

So, do you live round here?
No, a few villages down the coast.

I'm from Bermondsey originally,
but been here for years. You?

Er, yeah, we both do.

Yeah, we're not together.

No, no, not together. I'm Dom.
Er, this is my lover, Jeremy.

Oh, very funny.

I'm Jovan. This is my boy, Freddie.

Ah. We're in Sainte Victoire
to sell some old jewellery,

heard this is the best place.

Oh, it certainly is.
What are you selling?

This.

Here you go.

Have a pipe at this.

Ooh. Wow. Is that real?

I don't know.
That's what I need to find out.

It is truly beautiful.

It certainly is.
I reckon it's worth a few quid.

Where'd you get it?
Well, now, that would be telling.

Well, you need to see our friend
Jean, she'll get rid of it for you.

I need a proper dealer, mind.
She is. She's the best.

Dom, give her a call now.

Oh, I've not spoken to her for
a bit. She's been busy with stuff.

All right, all right.

Well, just give him
one of her cards.

I don't have her card on me.

Well, of course you got cards,
you keep them in your wallet.

You've always got loads of them.
Come on.

Oh, there's one.

Cheers, gents. Much appreciated.

Now, where did I put my keys?

How did you...?

Gets it from me. Come on.

Oh, er, Vinnie,

yes, before I forget,
has my Fawcett's pomade arrived?

I'm down to my last little bit.

Tomorrow morning, I'm afraid.
I'll message you when it arrives.

Right, yeah. Ooh. Oh, Vinnie,
can you come here, please?

Is this hot follicle treatment
over yet?

It's really beginning to chafe.

Ah, there, yes. Ah.

Good grief, Jeremy,
are you not ready yet?

We have dinner with the Mayor
at seven.

Hello, darling.
Hello.

Oh, hello, Dominic.

Look at you,
getting all beautified.

Yeah, only came in for a trim.

What on earth is taking so long?

I just want to look my best for you,
my love.

Any chance of a vodka, Vinnie?

You're staying close to me,
my lovely.

Freddie, shall we go for pizza
or crepes?

Pizza, Daddy, please.

Pizza it is. Right, let's see
what we can find, eh?

All right, we've got...

Right,
that's a kilometre down the road.

GRUNTS

I haven't got anything!

GRUNTING,
GROANING

Papa! Papa!

# Do you remember the first time

# That my eyes set on you?

# Your smile came from nowhere

# For sometime never
Or sometime soon

# The road is a long one

# I was only passing through

# I was only passing through. #

The circus is in his blood.

His great-granddad
could ride a bike.

Oh.

Oh, Douglas?
Mm.

Really?

When I got him, me and Dom
taught him loads of tricks.

Shake a paw, sit, prance.

Prance? Dom taught him to trot
on his hind legs. Watch.

Prance, Douglas, prance.

Oh, his arthritis
must be playing up.

I haven't seen Dom in a while.
Been a bit flaky.

Not like him.

You seen him?

No, no. Not recently. No, no.

PHONE RINGS

Oh.
I'm sorry, I've got to take this.

Of course, love.

Hello?

Right. Yeah, I'll be there ASAP.

Gloria, could you give me a lift
to the hospital?

It's quite urgent.

Oh, I can't, love.
I've had too many of these.

Patrick got some peach schnapps in.

Now my mouth tastes like
every fun pub I knew in the '80s.

THEY CHUCKLE

Can't see it catching on round here.

Oh. Oh, hello, stranger.

We were just talking about you.
Oh, were you?

Yeah, I was telling Jean
how you've been

an international man of mystery
recently, nowhere to be found.

Don't be daft.

Well, you're here now, and lucky
for you, your timing's brilliant.

Jean needs an urgent lift
to the hospital.

Oh. Are you OK?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.
It's just Caron needs me there.

Oh. All right.

'Ey, proper kismet, this, isn't it,
you turning up like this?

Well, if I can help, you know...

Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.

Ah, just me and you, kid.

Another peach schnapps won't hurt,
will it?

So... how've you been?

Fine.

Er, Claudie OK?

Yeah, yeah.
She's just been promoted.

Oh, Dom, that's wonderful!

You must be thrilled.
Yeah.

Yeah, I am, yeah. Really thrilled.

Well, let's go in, then.

You want me to come in with you?

Well, you're here now, aren't you?
You may as well.

Hiya. I came as fast as I could.

Thank you, Jean. Dom.
Hiya.

So, what's happened?

The man in this room
has been stabbed

with what we believe
to be a stiletto knife.

Oh, wow.
A what?

Oh, it's, erm,
a pencil-thin flick knife

originally created in Italy
in the late Middle Ages.

And it was to get through
the chainmail armour

of marauding knights.

Well, you said wow.
Hm.

All his vital organs
are still mainly intact,

so he has a fighting chance.

Well, that's good.
So, why am I here?

He had your business card on him.

I thought maybe
you would recognise him.

Oh.

MACHINE BEEPING
RHYTHMICALLY

Erm...

I've never seen him before
in my life.

He apparently has no other relatives
apart from his dad,

so I'm just waiting
for a social worker

to stay with him here overnight.

I think I know where this bloke
got your card from.

His name's Jovan. I gave him
your card in the barber's earlier.

He wanted to sell a bird jewellery
thing he had on him,

and Jeremy said he should
go to you to help flog it.

A bird jewellery thing?

Yeah. I mean,
you must have found it on him?

It's a proper sparkly thing.

We have found nothing. But...

..we have recently received some
information that could be linked.

Oh.
Yes.

There's been a huge jewel robbery

at an exhibition across
the Spanish border in Pamplona.

Based on the Dove of Peace.

Interpol have put feelers out
everywhere.

Oh, and you think this fella
might be part of the gang?

Maybe he took a little souvenir
that he shouldn't have,

and they want it back.

Oh.

Dom, do you mind going back
to the station with me

to identify what you saw?

No, no, not at all.

I only saw it for a few seconds,
though.

Jean, your expertise would be useful
for the identification also.

Yeah, of course.

I will wait here with the boy
until social services arrive.

Erm, Freddie.

Pardon?
The little lad's name is Freddie.

Merci.

Oh. Right, that's us.

Thanks for the schnapps, love.

Are you sure I can't tempt you
with another?

There's plenty more
where that came from.

I've got to be honest, Patrick,

I just can't quite make my mind up
about this drink.

What do you mean?

It reminds me
of those alcopops in the '90s.

Oh, I remember them.
Bloody dangerous.

Yeah. One minute, you're sipping

what tastes like lemonade
at a festival,

next minute, you're waking up
on a mate's futon,

and you've missed three days' work.

Well, I'm sticking with it.
It'll catch on, believe me.

Oi! Hands off!
Shut your mouth, woman.

Right, that's it, Otto,
that's your final warning.

Get out and stay out.

Oh, come on, Otto, give me a break.

We all know your mother's
from Birmingham. Out.

And everyone knows
you're just an old jailbird.

You will regret this, Patrick Hayes,
big time.

Like the man said, get out.

Get your hands off me.

And nobody throws Otto Moncrief
out of anywhere. Go!

At last. Well done, Patrick.

This man, Otto,
he's a pest to all women.

Dom, it might be easier
if you sit next to me.

Oh, erm, right.

Jean, you will have to stand.

Interpol sent us images
of all the items stolen

during the Pamplona robbery.

Oh, look at the lapidary on that.

I beg your pardon?

It's the art of gemstone cutting.

It comes from
the Old French word lapidaire,

meaning one skilled
in working with precious stones.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh!

That's it, I think.

Are you sure?

I can't be absolutely sure
cos I only saw it for a few seconds,

but, yeah, that looks like the thing
he had on him. Proper sparkly.

Oh, it's an 18th century
classic Saint Esprit dove.

Very, very popular over here.
Value?

I'd say between three and a half
and 4,000 euros.

You're joking.

He had it wrapped
in a bit of old cloth.

So, this exhibition,

it was all different versions
of the Saint Esprit?

Yes, but this is the biggest lead
we've had.

I will inform Interpol.

Thank you for your help, Dom.

Oh, well,
I mean, I just pointed it out.

Jean... Jean knew what it was, I...

I will call you in the morning
if there's any progress.

Right.
Right.

Well, I'm glad I'm on the right
side of her, I'll tell you that.

You've always been
on the right side of her.

She's your biggest fan.
And a damn good copper.

Yeah, I know she is.

So, erm... how have you been?

Yeah, all right. Yeah, great.

Did you end up selling
that Waterloo painting for Glo?

Yeah. Yeah, I did, actually,
to a couple from Surrey.

Good job,
cos Glo had spent the money

before the ink was dry
on the receipt.

Yeah, she loves to shop,
does our Glo.

Yeah. Mm.

Well, anyway, I better...
What about, erm, Charlie and Simone?

They all right?
Yeah, yeah. They're great.

They're on, erm...

They're on holiday in Cyprus
at the moment, yeah.

Oh. Lovely.

Yeah. It's amazing how well
it's turned out for them after...

..all that trouble
they went through.

Mm. The old place
hasn't changed much, has it?

Well, what exactly did you expect
after three weeks?

Three weeks, one day,

and approximately seven hours,
actually.

Look, Jean...

I just wanted to say, I...

I never meant to...
PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

It's Claudie.

You better answer it.
Yeah. I...

Yeah. See you, Dom.

See you, Jean.

Hello, darling. How are you?

Good morning, Vinnie.
Good morning, Caron.

I've postponed appointments
for half an hour.

Thank you.
How is Jovan?

Still stable.
That's something.

This is my colleague, Jean White.
She's helping me with the enquiries.

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

So, a few questions.

Was Jovan a regular customer?

Sort of. Maybe a few times a year.

He's a bit of a "wide boy",
ex-pat Brit,

always trying to sell something
to my customers.

Was it always jewellery?
No.

Anything.
I had to put a stop to it once

when he opened a bag
with loads of shirts

with the electric tags
still on them.

Oh. Proper old school.

It is understood he had something
very different on him this time.

The bird.

You saw it?
Yeah. He showed it to us.

It was beautiful.

The wings looked
like they were real diamonds.

What makes you think
they were real diamonds?

The stones were almost transparent.

Mm.

So you know your precious stones,
then, Vinnie?

You can't help but pick up
the odd antique term

living in Sainte Victoire.

Everyone's an expert, eh?

Yeah, yeah. Very true.

Unfortunately,
we did not find it on him.

We assume that's why he was
assaulted in the first place.

Right.

Do you know which village
Jovan is from?

I'm not sure.

But I do know he's a single parent
to his boy, Freddie.

He's always with him.

To be honest, it used to worry me.

What, Jovan being a single parent?

No. The boy always being with him.

I'd say,
"Shouldn't that boy be in school?"

And he would say,
"He goes to the school of life."

No replacement for a good education.
Exactly.

That will be all for now.
Thank you, Vinnie.

Anything I can do to help.

Goodbye.
Bye.

Jovan is obviously
on the wrong side of the law.

So you do think he's involved
in the jewel robbery?

Potentially. Pamplona is not that
far away, just across the border.

I will need to question him
the moment he wakes up.

If he wakes up.

If he doesn't, then it becomes
a very different crime.

HE CHUCKLES

It says here there's been
a hosepipe ban at home again.

That must be driving them all mad.

Home? Darling, we've been here
for nearly 40 years.

England is hardly home now, is it?

I think I would crash the car
if I had to drive on the left again.

It's always home.

There's some corner
in a foreign field...

Do give it a rest, darling.
Who are you trying to kid?

Last time we went home,
you moved the flights forward,

so we had to fly back
two days early,

and I wanted to pop into Harrods.

I find this rather therapeutic,
you know.

What's that, darling?
Origami.

Oh! I believe
you were barred yesterday

by our landlord, Otto Moncrief.

I kindly ask you to go away.

You mean your ex-landlord?

What on earth
are you talking about, man?

I have here the papers
to revoke his licence.

How dare you?

Patrick has a licence
stamped by the Mayor herself.

Otto, please leave,
or I'll call the police.

Call away.

But I just wanted to let you know

you are not the landlord here
any more.

I think you'd better leave, pal.

Your licence has been revoked
because Mr and Mrs Lloyd-James here

did not declare your prison record
when they applied.

So it looks
like you're out of a job.

Such a shame.

Did... Did he declare his record?

I didn't think it would matter.

Who we employ is our decision,
isn't it? No.

Not in this district of France.
Madame.

Monsieur. Au revoir.

Ciao.

Right, if that's
how he wants to play it...

Follow me, everyone.
Er...

It's an absolute travesty.
Surely, he can't do this.

I was very upfront
about my prison record.

He was, honestly.
One at a time, please.

Show me the documents.

I don't shout about my time inside,
but I'm not ashamed of it.

I learnt a lot.

Made me the man I am today.

We may not have been
that transparent

with this part of Patrick's past.

It didn't cross my mind
to mention it.

The man's done his time.

Yes, you've had your licence
revoked.

And under local law,
it is pretty watertight.

Hang on a minute.

How on earth has he managed
to do this so quickly?

Otto Moncrief is a creep,
but he has friends in high places,

and he has always managed to stay
just on the right side of the law.

How very vindictive of him.

I'm so sorry, Patrick.

I will keep these papers and see
if there's anything I can do,

but it isn't looking good.

Merci.

We will need to question him
when he has been checked.

It is becoming increasingly obvious
that Jovan is a thief.

It certainly looks that way.

The term "wide boy",

is that a British way
of saying he was a criminal?

Yeah, but a petty one.

But a criminal nevertheless.
OK.

When he wakes, we will caution him
and get to the bottom of this.

What if he ends up in prison?

That poor little boy.

His dad is all he's got
in the world.

Popped a brandy in it for the shock.

I got here as quick as I could.
Yeah, I texted her.

How are you doing?
I'm all right.

I had such a lovely time here.

You're going nowhere.
It's a disgrace.

We can't go back
to the bad old days before Patrick.

We're terrible at this, Patrick.

It'll take an age
to find someone like you.

Er, I'm not sure
Patrick's that thrilled

about losing his job either, guys.

Oh, it happens every time,
no matter what I do.

No matter how far I travel.

What does?

The past catches up on me.

I really thought
I was meant to be here.

I thought,
"Oh, this is my second chance."

HE SIGHS
Clearly, it wasn't.

Well, can't you just stay on
behind the bar?

Patrick, please? Same pay.
Just until we sort things out.

Yeah, I'll stay till
you get someone else, Jeremy.

But... I've been here before.

As soon as people find out...

PUFFS LIPS
..that's it.

I'll be back.

Bye. Ciao, ciao.

Yeah, all right, Gloria, I'm coming.

Right.

I'm just nipping to La Couronne.

Gloria's outside.
Something's happened with Patrick.

She's in a terrible tizz.

Of course.
Right.

PHONE VIBRATES

Jean, can you stay for a moment?
It's Pamplona.

W-What's happened?
That was the Pamplona police.

The entire Saint Esprit
dove collection has been found.

All of it?
Yes, every last item.

It was an inside job,
and the culprit has been arrested.

So what was Jovan carrying,
that he nearly died for?

I have no idea.

Dom identified it.
It doesn't make sense.

He identified something.

Obviously, it wasn't that.

Let me think. Hm...

Oh. And you speak Spanish?

Si.

Kept that quiet.

Honestly, Jane, brace yourself.

Patrick looks like a kicked puppy.

I'm surprised
Dom didn't text you first.

Well, he knows what good mates
you and Patrick are, doesn't he?

He's gonna be devastated.

Since Claudette left,
he's loved having Patrick around.

I know.

He's gonna have no family there
at all.

Oh, don't worry, love. He's got us.

We're practically family, aren't we?
He's Saint Victoire family.

Yeah, course we are.

It's just not fair.

Patrick's done his time,
he should be allowed to move on.

What did he do time for?

Embezzlement.

Oh.

He told me when we were having
a Floyd night.

Aw, is Patrick teaching you to cook?

What?
Keith Floyd, the chef?

No, Pink Floyd, the band.
Oh.

I shouldn't really say this,
but Dark Side Of The Moon

certainly brought out the darker
side of Patrick's memories.

Oh, I see.
Mm.

But that shouldn't affect
what he's doing now.

He's completely turned the pub
around, it's never been as busy. Mm.

You are right.

And when you know better,
you do better.

And that is exactly
what Patrick's done.

Apart from the music box.
What?

Oh, maybe I shouldn't say, but...

you know when Celine's music box
went missing

at Christmas before last?
Yeah.

Patrick took it.

You're joking.
Mm.

Archie, his grandson,
made him put it back.

How do you know?

Well, Archie told Dom,
and Dom told me.

But he put it back, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anyway, the person I'm worried
about most is Dom. Come on. Yeah.

Now, you listen to me, young lady.

It was absolutely not your fault.

That man made a choice
to behave badly,

and I will not have that sort of
predatory behaviour on my premises.

The days when a man
could pinch a woman's behind

just because he felt like it
are gone.

But...
Things have changed.

SIGHS
I've made some sandwiches.

Well, some things have.

I've told Jean everything.
Eh?

Oh, hiya.
Hiya.

Are you all right?
No, no. I'm gutted.

Not as gutted as Patrick is.

What's wrong with Jane?

Oh, she somehow thinks
she's to blame

for Uncle Patrick losing his job.

No way.
Otto's to blame, no-one else.

Exactly.

Do you want a hand, Uncle Patrick?

What? Oh, no, no, no, I'm fine.

There must be something we can do.

Right, that's it.
No more pots of tea.

I think we could all
do with a stiff drink.

Wait...
No, no, Jane, you sit there.

I'll get the drinks.

I'll give you a hand, darling.
Thank you.

Well, things must be bad
if Judith's working voluntarily.

Yeah, very true.
Don't worry, love.

We're all right here
for both of you, aren't we, Jean?

Yeah. Yeah, we are.

Thanks.

He loved this job, you know.
He was like a changed man.

I know, love.

I just like having him around,
you know?

Right, everyone,
now, for medicinal purposes only...

help yourselves.

Thanks.

HE MOANS
SOFTLY

Papa? Papa!

I'm sorry.

Freddie.

Oh, my boy.

Daddy, I'm sorry, I took the birdie.

I just wanted to show you
how good my fingers were getting.

Call the doctor.

It has been an absolute joy.

Will you stop talking historically,
old chap?

Precisely. You are going nowhere.

I'm so sorry, Dom.

Mm. And he helped me through
my empty-nest syndrome

when Claudie left.

I know, love.

I'm just gonna miss him, that's all.

Oh, come here.

PHONE BEEPS

Darling,
can you get us all another drink?

Yes. Oh, hang on.
PHONE CHIMES

Oh, no. No, no. I've got to pop out.

Where on earth are you going?

Well, I need to pick up
my Captain Fawcett's hair pomade

from Vinnie before he closes.

Really, darling?
Does it have to be now?

Darling,
I'm down to my last application,

and it's early closing.

I promise I'll be straight back.

English hair pomade
imported by a French man.

That's a first.
Vinnie's not French.

He's Polish. That's why
his vodka is so fantastic.

Polish?

The bird, it was beautiful.

The wings looked
like they were real diamonds.

Erm...

Jeremy, do you mind if I come along?

There's a few questions
I forgot to ask Vinnie earlier.

Of course. It's not far, we'll walk.
Great.

Jean, I'm a little bit worried
about Dom.

How do you mean?

Well, he and I
always have a good laugh,

but recently,
it's like his light's gone out.

And then, of course,
all this with Patrick.

I mean, he's the best chap
I've ever known.

I'm not sure what I can do about it.
Do you think it's Claudie?

I wouldn't know.

You're his best friend
in the whole world, Jean.

If you can't reach him, no-one can.

Oh.

Of course! I thought
it was like a trendy 90s' name.

But "Boyz", it's a...
it's a Polish surname, isn't it?

It's a gentleman's barber, Jean.

I'm not 13.

Ah-ha!
Thanks for letting me know, Vinnie.

Ah, Jeremy. One moment, please.

Afternoon. Ah.

Ah, you're a good man, Vinnie.
Pleasure as always, Jeremy.

How's Jovan doing?

Well, I shouldn't really
be telling you this,

but there's been a bit
of a development. Really?

Jovan, that name rings a bell.

You were in here with him yesterday.

He got mugged last night,
fighting for his life in hospital.

Oh, yes. He was trying to sell
that diamond bird thing, wasn't he?

Oh, dear.
Yeah.

Well, we thought that diamond bird
thing was the reason he got mugged,

but it turned out his little boy,
Freddie,

had sneaked it into his pocket
all along.

No, really?

So it must have been
a random mugging after all.

Well, we'll find out soon.
He's just regained consciousness.

Well, that's something.
Mm.

Yeah, well, the diamond bird
is not part of any robbery,

it's totally legit,

so it's back in Jovan's possession,
and he's totally in the clear.

He's not been discharged yet?

Oh, no. No, no.
He's in the acute medical ward.

It'll be a few days yet.
Yeah, they're playing it safe.

Hm, understandable.

All's well that ends well, then, eh?
Thanks, Vinnie.

Oh.

That face rings a bell.
Is he royalty?

King John III of Poland, obviously.

I'm a bit of a buff on our royals.
HE CHUCKLES

Bye.
Bye.

I'll follow you to the pub, Jeremy,
I've just got to make a phone call.

Very good.

Caron, it's me.

DOOR BEEPS,
BUZZES

So...

this is what you wanted.

Your very own Holy Grail.

This is how I see it.

You shut up shop, and you waited
outside the hotel for Jovan.

Pizza, Daddy, please.

Pizza it is.
Let's see what we can find, eh?

We thought that he'd been stabbed
by a stiletto knife,

but he'd actually been stabbed

by your very own professional
hairdressing scissors, hadn't he?

'Mm?'

And in front of his own child.

Why would you stab a father
in front of his own son?

I think I know, Caron.

You thought you'd found the eagle
from the Royal Casket, didn't you?

The Royal Casket?

In 1800, the Polish princess
Izabela Czartoryska,

well, she created the Royal Casket,

and it contained 73 precious relics

which represented the history
of the Polish royal family.

And the eagle was one of these?

Well, according to legend,
she stole this from Frederick II,

who was King of Prussia at the time.

And where is the casket now?

Well, in the Second World War,
it was hidden from the Nazis

in a palace outbuilding,
which was bricked up.

But unfortunately, a man who worked
for the family betrayed them,

and, well,
the entire collection was plundered.

None of the 73 items
have ever been found.

Until now.

I have seen thousands
of Polish eagles...

..but never one with wings
of such pure diamonds.

I had to know for sure.

The Casket
has been my lifelong passion.

I couldn't believe my eyes
when I saw it.

My heritage being plundered
by a cheap thief in my own shop.

Are you going to tell us
what happened, Vinnie?

I really didn't mean to stab him.

GRUNTING,
YELLING

'But he was strong and resisted.'

Then, when I couldn't find
the eagle...

..I ran.

Papa. Papa!

Unfortunately, Vinnie,
this isn't what you think it is.

You are wrong.

Now, do you see how prominent
the diamonds are?

Well, that's because of the method
used to mount the stones.

Now, this is called the Mystery Set,

and it was patented by Van Cleef
and Arpels in 1933.

Oh, don't get me wrong,

this is a very expensive
piece of jewellery,

but it's far too young to have been
part of the Royal Casket.

That's the trouble with amateurs,
Vinnie.

A little bit of knowledge
can be a dangerous thing.

You risked a man's life,
a father's life,

and you got it completely wrong.

INDISTINCT

PHONE CHIMES

Oh, thanks. I'm starving.

How's it going?

SHE SIGHS
It was Vinnie who stabbed Jovan.

Vinnie? No way.

What, because of that
bird diamond thing? Yeah.

How's Jovan?

Well, he's regained consciousness,
and he's gonna be fine.

Oh, well, that's good.

Why did he do it?

Well, he jumped
to the wrong conclusion,

thought it was something it wasn't.

Jean, I...

Dom, you don't have to say...
No, no, I think I do.

Georgina...

you know, the way she was...

it scarred me.

You know, I didn't think I could
trust anyone ever again, and...

..and you came along.

It's just a momentary lapse
into bad habits, that's all.

I'm sorry for being daft.
I didn't...

Look... Dom, I could have been
more understanding.

No, no, it was all me. I...
No.

MAN WHISTLES

Bonsoir. Bonsoir. Huh?

Hey. Get out. You're still barred.

HE SCOFFS
I said get out.

I was invited, jailbird.

Oh. Caron...

Wow.

And here are the authorities.

But you don't like them very much,
do you, Patrick Hayes?

It's all yours.

Bonsoir, Otto. Thank you for coming.

My pleasure.

I thought you might like
seeing the reinstating

of La Couronne's landlord.
Mm?

Here's your licence,
Mr Patrick Bradley.

Bradley? Well, that's my birth name.
How did you know?

A simple search
for your birth certificate.

I needed it to access
your records in England.

You were named Patrick Bradley
at birth,

and then your name was changed
to Hayes

when you were adopted
at two years of age.

And it still exists?

It certainly does.

I didn't know you were adopted.

Well, neither did I for a long time.

And then when I was about 16,
I asked my mum why it was

that the rest of my family
were so tall and I'm not.

And, er...

I got my answer.

But how is this gonna help?

Well, it gave me an idea on how
to get round this stupid local law.

Go on.

I figured Patrick Bradley
never went to prison, did he?

No.
He has no prison record.

Hey, you-you can't do this.

Oh, I already have.

And it's a perfectly legal loophole,

so don't go running to your
shady friends on the council.

Yeah, you are barred.

HE LAUGHS
He's barred.

You're barred!

LAUGHTER

Bravo! Bravo!

OTTO MUTTERS ANGRILY

Dom...
No, no, don't say a word.

OK. I'm sorry, but...

Erm...

I messed up, Jean.

These past few weeks have been,
hands down,

the most miserable few weeks
of my entire life.

And I just...
I just-I just want another chance.

Look, I know, I know you'd never let
me down, you never let anybody down,

and I feel like an idiot
for even questioning that.

I'm sorry too, Dom. I...

I was just so upset
that you would even think that.

But I've been really miserable too.

Come here.
Oh.

Well, thank the Lord
for that.

I don't think I could have stomached
your sad little faces

a minute longer.

You all knew?
Sainte Victoire's worst kept secret.

Everyone knows.

Ah!

All right. But I bet
you didn't know about this.

Jean White...

..will you marry me?

Yes. Yes, I will marry you.

Champagne, everyone!

Er, don't you mean Prosecco,
darling?

No. This is a special occasion.
Let's crack open the good stuff.

Oh! Very good.
More Dom Perignon for my friends!

# Do you remember the first time

# That my eyes set on you?

# Your smile came from nowhere

# For some time never
Or sometime soon

# The road is a long one

# I was only passing through

# I was only passing through. #