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Hostia, pero que coño haces?

Vas a cerrar el hotel?

Not you.

Not any need.

I know he's just a child, but if he cannot do the job, he should not be

I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about all the showing. I'm trying to

keep it here. Look. Look what baby Jesus has done.

I think that's fabulous.

Gay pride next month.

I think all the hotels should do that.

Really?

Thank you, team, for holding the fort so far. I'm going to make this brief.

Yes, we have had an illegal ten -year -old worker pour weed killer into the

filtration system of the swimming pool, but we are not going to let this spoil

our guest's holidays.

Why is baby Jesus illegal?

It's because he's ten.

I knew something like this would happen eventually.

Where is Jesus?

Apparently, he's everywhere.

Jesus! Bless you!

If you're just going to make infantile jokes, you may as well leave.

I'm only here to find out why our water's been turned off for the last

hours. As we have no idea into which pipes baby Jesus poured the weed killer,

the entire hotel will have to be evacuated.

Right,

as I was saying, all the guests will have to be evacuated until the hotel

clean bill of health. Why did you not eradicate them three hours ago?

We've been stalling our guests.

in the reception area, because I thought we may have sorted things out by now,

but apparently we need someone from the council to give us a thumbs up.

How long will that take?

Oh, Jesus.

Why don't we all go for a walk?

Tiger and Joey went on a mountain walk last year. Walk up a mountain?

Trying to kill me on last day of my holiday.

What about the beach?

Covered in sand, painted sunbeds with no shade.

We could go to the zoo.

I hate zoos. A lot of stinking, miserable animals staring at outside

wishing they could escape.

I know how they feel.

The good news is, I've been on the phone to Andre, the manager of the Benidorm

Circus, and I've arranged for all our guests to spend the whole afternoon

Oh, goodness.

How do I cancel this?

Oh, Savage!

What the hell is going on?

Crystal, what a lovely surprise.

How are you? Are you trying to close me down? Oh, no, no. I was just moving the

laptop so I could see you properly.

I'm talking about my hotel.

I'm sorry, Crystal. I have no idea what you mean.

Weed killer in the swimming pool. Child labour.

Hotel guests rioting.

Good news travels fast, Savage, but gossip travels at the speed of light. I

admit, the swimming pool is temporarily out of commission.

I don't remember the guest's writing.

Okay, Savage, I understand that accidents happen, but my patience is

thin. The hotel won't be safe until early evening, but in a...

You can't do that.

Just watch me, Savage, because you can guarantee...

I'll be watching you.

Mr. Presavis, who are the mumbling simpletons?

Perhaps we could be getting rid of them for you.

You'd better get out of here now, or these people are going to tear this

apart. Come on, everyone, out!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to announce, to make up for the slight

technical problems we've had today, I have secured a free trip to the world

-famous Benidorm Circus.

Have you got enough clowns in here already?

Yes, you're not the first to say that.

No, I bet.

As well as the sensational entertainment, we are also laying on

luxury coach travel.

There's no water.

Complimentary refreshments will be provided.

No, no, I don't mean water to drink. I mean in the rooms. I need a shower.

he really does.

Oh, look.

I think the first of the complimentary luxury coaches are arriving now.

Wonderful timing.

All aboard now, please. All aboard.

Can all the people that haven't had a shower get on the same coach, please?

Very amusing.

Look, team, I'll admit at the moment the chips are down, but if we can get

through today, we can get through just about anything.

Or, as my husband used to say, just when you thought it couldn't get any harder,

life shoves another finger up your bum.

Joyce.

Joyce. I came as soon as I heard.

Monty, what are you doing here?

Please, I know you're angry with me. I just want to help.

Monty, if you really want to help, then go away.

But, Joyce... So, what's it going to be, circus or your mother's hotel?

Never a dull moment here, is there?

Some lad's put weed killer in the swimming pool.

Yeah, circus sounds fun.

And I bet all them coaches have got air con. Yeah, come on.

Circus?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Berry Dawn Tucker.

Feel free to luxuriate in the cool air -conditioned ambience of our luxury

for a few minutes, and I'll let them know we're here.

Mateo, would you like to join me? No, I want to urinate in the cool air

-conditioned ambience of the luxury coach.

Move yourself.

Okay, okay.

OK, thank you for your patience, ladies and gentlemen.

We reckon the best thing you need now is just hang fire for a bit while we get

inside and see how the lad lies, OK?

Right, bitches, chill your boots here for a bit while I go and touch up a few

clowns. I've not had any other offers this week.

Mate, you've either got to go for that or tell her it's not happening and put

her out of her misery.

Mate, I want to say something to you, but I don't want you to take the piss.

Just not into one -night stands, you know.

Just for the sake of them.

Right. You think I'm weird, don't you?

No, mate.

Although we haven't really had a lot of choice in this holiday.

True. Although if you shag Rob's grandma again, then technically it won't be a

one -night stand.

It'll be more of an affair.

Jokes.

You are Joyce?

Yeah. Hey, welcome, Joyce. I am Andre. We spoke on the phone.

Welcome to the Benidorm Circus.

Apologies, my belt is very loose.

My trousers, they keep falling down. I don't have the underwear.

We would not want the accident to happen.

Would we?

No, we wouldn't.

Andre, I can't tell you what this means to us. We've had an absolute disaster.

You are literally saving the day. Yes, it's not a problem, especially for such

beautiful lady.

What time is the show? I beg your pardon? What time is the show?

Who's this?

This is Matteo.

He works for me.

The show is 6pm every Sunday. No, no, he means what time is the show today?

Today? Yes.

What time is the show today?

Right, what are we doing?

People are getting at your feet.

Andre, you said I could bring our guests up here to the circus.

When you called me, you just asked if I had room for your hotel guests.

You said nothing about show.

How are we, man? You're joking. What do you think I wanted to do? Sit them all

in an empty tent for the afternoon?

Are the Aldanis still here? The flying Aldanis?

No, they left some time ago.

Madame Fuego? The fire eater? No.

Elvira, the better lady.

Right, sorry, instead of going through the entire list of your ex -shags, why

don't we ask who is here and if they're willing to put on a show for us? I hate

to say this, but that's a very good idea.

Aye, if we don't do something, there's going to be a mutiny. You can knock on

the trailer doors, but the circus performers, they do not speak good

whatever language he is speaking.

Luckily, I brought Mateo.

Even less speak Spanish. As they say in my country, the end's been accessed.

What are we going to do?

You try and get some acts together, and we'll herd that lot into the tent.

Right, Nev?

Aye. How are you with sign language?

Sign language?

Mmm... Oh.

Charming. Somehow I don't think that's going to help us.

Hey, everybody!

Let's move it up! Thank you!

It's exciting, isn't it?

All these years in Benidorm, I've never been to the circus.

My mother, who was a magician's assistant, worked in a circus when I was

final year at school.

She'd often come home covered in sawdust.

Mind you, she was having an affair with my woodwork teacher as well at the time,

so you never quite knew where she'd been.

Liam, what have I told you about getting so excited?

Oh, sorry, Kenny.

Just saying to Jacqueline. All these years, I've never been to the Benidorm

Circus. Oh, I have. It's brilliant.

Incredible, really. Amazing.

Liam? What's wrong?

Hmm?

Oh, nothing. Just haven't heard from my dad today.

Well, he's travelling back this afternoon, isn't he?

Yeah.

Bit dead, innit? There's more bloody atmosphere at Aunt Moon.

Looks amazing on the internet.

Five -star reviews.

Add a bit of music on while we're waiting.

The circus once came to our school when I was a kid. I say a circus, it was a

man and a goat.

The man was dressed as a cowboy and the goat was wearing one of them neckerchief

things.

And? And what?

Well, was that it?

Well, they allowed us to stroke the goat and then, as a finale, the bloke bent

over and the goat stood on his back.

Bloody hell. Where was this, sir? Because 1930s Russia.

No, I told you. They came to our school.

Are you going to answer that or what?

No. It'll be that solicitor again.

What solicitor?

Vultures picking over Ron Pickford's bones.

What are they ringing you for, Grandad? Well, he had no family.

And I was the only friend in his phone book that was still alive.

He might have left you a fortune.

No. He had nothing.

In fact, he had less than nothing. He got more debt than Lenny Bishop.

Who's Lenny Bishop?

Somebody with less debt than Ron Pickford.

Obviously. And I don't want him coming after me for it.

I don't think you can be liable for somebody else's death if you're not

to them, Grandad. You can be liable for a smack in the gob if you don't turn

that bloody ringer off.

I'd sooner listen to this than your whining voice any day.

Do you want me to put it on silent for you, Grandad? Rob, your nana gets on

everybody's nerves. There's no need to refer to her as it.

All right, thank you.

Save the comedy for the clowns.

Have you ever seen any?

Have you ever been to a circus before?

No, man, I'm excited.

Have you?

Yeah, when I was really little. All I remember is this geezer put his head in

lion's mouth.

Not very impressive, is it? Are you joking?

Well, no.

A lion's mouth is massive, isn't it? It'd be much more impressive if he could

put his head in, say, a rabbit's mouth.

But his head wouldn't fit?

Exactly. Much more impressive.

You're at the Geordie bar?

Aye, we've since.

Don't think I've ever been in there.

Aye, we do crack and breakfast.

I prefer breakfast in bed.

So, what's going on with Les in the UK?

Oh, I think he's just gone home to sort out a few financial matters.

It's good of you to step in for him.

Aye, well, we're Geordie's stick together.

Oh, yeah, you'll never walk alone and all that.

That's Liverpool.

Is it?

What's the song for Newcastle? No, don't tell me. I know it.

Blue Moon.

Man City.

Oh, right.

I'm forever blowing bubbles.

I know that when Michael Jackson won it.

It's Local Hero.

Never heard of it.

It makes me laugh the way Gromeng all tied into knots about kicking an

bag of leather around a glorified school playing field.

I'm sorry?

Well, it's usually men who take the piss out of girls for crying at sad films,

but when their team loses, they're bawling their eyes out. It's not life or

death, it's just a game.

Are you all right?

Or perhaps if women try to understand what it's like to commit your life, your

soul, your very existence to the agony and torture, the nerve -shredding

heartbreak of devoting every single fibre of your being to your home team,

maybe, just maybe...

they might begin to scratch the surface of why calling football just a game can

cause a grown man to smash up his own bar through all his programmes and

memorabilia, including a signed picture of Paul Gascoigne into a skip and then

set fire to the lot and collapse onto the ashes, crying into his Newcastle

ale after losing 8 -0 at home to Sheffield Wednesday!

He's about to say that.

Hello. Hello.

Sorry for intruding.

We're looking for performers.

Habla español?

No. He does not speak Spanish.

Fancy working in Spain and not even bothering to learn the language.

Yes, what are we going to do? He clearly doesn't speak English either.

He cannot help except to try the La Voix sisters in that caravan. I didn't know

you could speak Italian, Matteo.

I didn't know you couldn't.

Actually, I say I did not know, I could have guessed.

Hola.

Hablas espanol?

No, je parle francais. Ah, oui.

We work in a local hotel. We need a show this afternoon.

Uh, no. Not really, because I'm doing a hockey number with my sister and she's

not here.

You can maybe do some balance on me, no?

Look, I'm muscular.

Go on, touch.

Oh yeah, huh?

It's okay, you're muscular.

But in reality, I don't think I have the right to do balance with you.

Why? What's stopping you?

Your boss, André?

My husband, Hercule.

Hola. Hablas espanol?

Ich bin Deutscher.

Ah, Deutscher.

Alles klar.

Wir sind von einem lokalen Hotel und brauchen dringend Künstler, die heute

Nachmittag ihr eigenes Programm aufführen können.

Canst du uns helfen?

Arbeitest du an deinem freien Tag?

Nein.

Oh.

Mateo, how many languages do you speak?

Wait. Mean?

Mean!

Mean!

Mateo, what the fuck are you doing down here, you asshole?

I cannot believe it. I thought you were dead.

Thanks. You look like a bucket of shite yourself.

No, I mean someone told me you died.

I die on a regular basis.

Every Sunday at six o 'clock.

I blame the audience.

Thick and full of science.

Why are you in costume and make -up?

You know there is no show today.

If I want to stay here dressed as Marie Thicke and Antoinette, I will do.

It's my life.

Anyway, there's no point in washing it all off.

We have another show at the end of the week.

We need to put on a show, but none of the acts will help us.

What the feck makes you think I'm going to feck and help you?

First of all, who the feck are you?

And second of all, and third of all... Please, Bean,

we need your help. No means no.

Now feck off and leave me in peace.

What if we got you another drink?

What kind of drink?

Another big bottle of that yummy, scrummy Irish whiskey.

How big?

Twice as big as that one.

When would I get it?

I'll send somebody for it now.

Right, let's get this second show on the road. Follow me.

Come on.

Oh, I'm getting a numb bum.

There's something... What's going on in Benidorm this afternoon?

Oh, yeah, what's that?

It's the Benidorm Swingers Association biannual wife swap and finger buffet.

Oh, I think I'll pass, thanks.

Oh, they've got a great band on.

Donald and I met them at the palace.

Yeah, I think I'll just stay here. They're giving out candy floss now.

Hang on.

What palace?

Oh, Donald and I got invited to Buckingham Palace a few years ago and

this terrific band playing, so we recommended them to the BSA.

What was you and Donald doing in Buckingham Palace?

Oh, we got invited to the Diamond Jubilee after meeting the Queen of

a brothel in Amsterdam.

Well, they said it was the Queen of Denmark.

Wilkes -Barre.

I see you've pulled.

Thick off.

Charmed, I'm sure.

This is Bean. He's going to help us put on a show.

No, Bean's not the fire -eater. He'll burn for the rest of the week.

Thick off.

Yeah, I think you already said that.

Joyce! Oh, goodness sake, Monty, how many more times? Go away, I'm busy.

Oh, you don't understand.

I wanted to take you up the Junty Mento.

Monty, please, we've been through this.

I think he means a downhole.

Anyway, I went up there on my own. I got a couple of old friends to pull a few

strings, and they're going to speed up the inspection of the Solana. You did

that for me?

Of course.

Who's getting my second whiskey?

We will get your whiskey. First, we need to find some more acts.

There are no other acts.

We can hardly put on a show with just one clown.

One pickle clown.

Back off!

There's enough of us here to do a show.

Mateo, do you remember Elena?

Of course, we were engaged to be married.

Well, only the fecking rest of them.

Do you remember the knife thrown at you with them?

Si, claro, I saw it a thousand times.

It's no more good to fecking go.

Come on, what are you doing?

We're putting on a show. Who is putting on show?

We are. These people cannot perform in big top.

Only professional circus act.

Come on, ignore him. He's a fecking idiot. I am warning you, Bean. I will

let this happen.

Do you understand me?

And I'm warning you, Teddy.

Unless you want greater Manchester police crawling all over this tent like

on a shit heap looking for Terence Goblin, the Fleetwood Flasher, I'd keep

big top. Shut it!

You're having a laugh.

You wouldn't bloody dare.

Try me?

Now stop being a dick and get out of me way.

Straight ahead, I'll meet you backstage in five.

We'll just go and knock on a few more doors.

Come on!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the Solana Circus!

In tonight's show, we have the ump... Excuse me, what are you doing? You're

on yet.

Get off, please.

No. No, thank you. Come on, do not be boring.

Who are you calling boring? That's my wife you're talking to.

I'll help you out, mate.

What are you doing?

You only live once, son.

No, not you!

Here we go.

See what's going on here.

Bugger this, don't try me.

Vamos.

Hey,

up!

All right, all right, you've had your bit of fun.

Get me off this frigging board.

What are you trying to do, give me heart attack?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Joyce!

It's all done.

What? You can go back to the hotel. You've got a clean bill of health. But

said it could take up to eight hours.

I've used up just about every favour I had going at the town hall.

You're worth it, Joyce.

Oh, Monty.

Anything for you to... As

you

can see, Crystal, in the grand scheme of things, we turned what could have been

a disaster into a wonderful trip to the circus.

But I suppose I should let you be the judge of that.

I'd never sit in judgment of you, Savage.

What kind of a boss do you think I am?

Well, that's very kind of you.

No, I'll let everyone else do that.

Sorry? The questionnaire will be emailed from my office in the next ten minutes.

And I want every guest to fill out the form when they check out.

Now, if I find that the majority of our guests have not had the holiday of a

lifetime, you are out. Do you understand?

Yes, Crystal.

Will that be all, Crystal?

Oh, no. I'm going on a six -week transatlantic cruise and I need a valet.

You need someone to clean your car?

No, you idiot. I need a butler, a steward, a man who can...

I'm not sure we've got anyone suitable for that, Crystal.

Oh, I think you do.

Thank you, Neville.

Well, I really don't know how to thank you, Monty.

Well, I'm sure we can find a way.

For goodness sake, Monty, do you think of nothing else?

I'm sorry.

I was just about to ask you if you'd let my nephew sing in Neptune.

Oh, sorry.

Well, on any other night, Monty, it wouldn't have been a problem, but I

do have to pull out all the stops tonight.

If I don't give these people the best night of their lives, I'm out on my ear.

Sorry, but did I overhear you need a band for tonight?

I'm sorry?

Should be out and about. It's our last night.

Out and about where?

I don't know, anywhere.

I'm going nowhere.

Have you not seen?

There's going to be a band on.

I think a bit of dancing might be on the cards.

Are you going to dance with Grandad?

There may be some lucky maiden who gets to take my hand on the floor later.

Yeah, and a hundred even luckier ones that don't.

Shine out loud.

I thought you sorted this. What's wrong?

That. Oh, I took the ringer off. I forgot about the vibrate.

Right. Hang on.

Hello, Eddie Dawson. Nicky Quicks, I'm on my holidays. No, no.

Get out of my face, you big lump.

All right.

That's right.

That's right, love.

Right.

He's ready to go whenever you need him.

Who is?

My nephew, Danny. You said he could sing. Tell him to do only one song. That

band in the dressing room are drinking us dry.

Joyce, what's happening between us?

Not a great deal.

No, what I mean is... Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage a

talented young man, Mr Danny Kelly!

Thank you, guys.

My name is Danny.

I'm going to sing a song called Get Here.

Thanks for this, Uncle Monty.

I'll try not to let you down.

Monty, is this a joke?

It's not a joke.

This is supposed to be the best holiday our guests have ever had.

I know.

Then why have you brought me a man with the voice of a 13 -year -old girl and a

face like a dropped pie?

Joyce, listen to me.

I took a taxi to the airport yesterday.

I booked a ticket, a one -way ticket to Luton.

As I sat there looking at my ticket, I felt sick.

Is it that bad?

It's what, that bad?

Luton. No, that'll be... It is fairly bad, as it goes.

No, what I mean is...

I felt I was in the UK in such a sense. Something that was missing from my life.

And that something was already here.

You can reach me by railway.

You can reach me by trainway.

You can reach me on an L, baby.

You can reach me with your mind.

You can reach me by...

Joyce, on the face of it, I can give the impression of being somewhat

unreliable. At worst, I can appear to be, what's the phrase, almost...

I was going to say devil may care.

Oh. But it's purely a facade.

I know you must think with this amount of roguish charm, I could have my pick

the most beautiful women in the world, but I don't want them.

I want you, Joyce.

I see.

So, I'm going to ask you a question.

You are?

Yes, I am.

A question I need a definite answer to.

Because the answer to that question will determine how I live the rest of my

life, either here in Benidorm or in the UK, looking for love.

You're going to look for love in Luton?

Not in Luton itself. I'm flying into Luton. So what, the surrounding area?

Will you just forget about bloody Luton? It wasn't me who brought it up. It was

you. Oh, for God's sake, it was just... Answer the question.

You haven't asked me it yet.

Yes, I did.

No, you didn't. You just waffled on about Luton.

Joyce Temple Savage.

Will you... Will I

what?

Chips and rice, Joyce.

Chips and rice.

Marty, I just don't know what you're talking about.

Miss Temple Savage!

Have you seen the group in the dressing room? Why?

It's madness.

Oh, my goodness. Why is it always up to me to sort everything out?

I'll be right back.

and not what's wrong with them.

Please welcome Madness.

Good evening, Benidorm. We are Madness.

No, we are.

Right, right, well, thanks for calling. Bye.

Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Bloody Nora!

What did they say?

Madness! What did they say on the phone?

That's madness!

It won't be the real ones. There'll be a tribute band.

You're saying I don't know madness? That sucks!

Whoa, whoa!

He's not even listening to me. For Christ's sake, Billy, will you put us

of all misery and tell us what they said?

Er, it was the solicitor. We're not... I was a solicitor. That's why he wouldn't

answer it.

Your mate, Ron... Ron Pickford. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's left his house in his

will. He didn't own a house. It was a council house.

Well, according to him, he bought the house off the council in the early 80s.

did have a lot of debts for the show, but he left over.

How much left over? I don't know.

or would Diane leave me a load of money?

Well, don't look at me.

I've fended to forget it. It's been me and you, ma 'am.

Oh, well, right.

Thank you very much.

Well?

300 quid.

300 quid?

How much was the house for?

Council bought the house back for 65 ,000.

That's including stuff in the garage.

Oh.

Poor old Pip.

Poor Ron Pickford. That stuff ain't got his reminder worth the least a grand.

I'm 700 quid down.

Twisted, rotten bastard.

To Ron Pickford.

A man after me own heart. Oh, to Ron Pickford.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

What,

mate?

Oh, man, this is my dad's favourite.

Really? Yeah. Oh, how?

Dad, listen to this.

Looks like my dad's enjoying it too.

Barbara wears his Sunday best.

Mother's night, she needs a rest. The kids are playing up downstairs.

The Christmas dying in her sleep.

All right, Tom, drop off.

Brother's got a date to keep. He can't hang around.

Our house in the middle of our streets. Our house in the

middle of our streets. Hey, Joe, are we on the phone tonight?

Where you either sniff or wake. Hi.

You make it sound so horrible.

Life's not all about instant gratification, you know.

Ooh.

Yeah, I said it. Sex should be special.

A defining moment between two people who love each other.

A life -changing experience.

Not just a quick fumble on the dance floor in Café Benidorm at four in the

morning. All right, boys.

All right.

It's your last day in set.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, well, I'm not going to waste any more time.

Are you up for it or what?

Excuse me? I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him.

He's not into one night, Dan.

Fair enough.

But if you change your mind, I guarantee you such an unbelievable night. Not

only will you lose the power of speech for several hours after, you'll find it

difficult to walk for a good 20 minutes too.

Are you serious?

Oh, yes.

Believe me, Joey, you think your hair's standing on end now?

You ain't mean nothing yet.

Where you going?

Where do you think I'm going? You said sex has to be a life -changing

experience, and that sounds pretty life -changing to me.

And listen,

what's happening about you moving down south to work?

Yeah, I'm thinking I'm not going to bother now. No?

No. Cost of living is mental down there, eh?

It's not as cheap as it is.

So, you're going to go back to uni?

No, no.

Still going to take a year out.

Maybe change courses.

I think you've had a lucky escape from it.

Yeah? Yeah, man.

My dad ain't too bad with me, but then again, I'm his son. But he could be a

right bastard at work.

Really? Yeah.

It's that short man syndrome, isn't it?

Angry little geezer with a chip on his shoulder.

Just don't want to be working for him.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thanks for the gig, Jacqueline. It's great.

How was the swingers' party?

Interesting. But we decided to swerve the finger buffet.

Well, if you boys fancy a nibble later, you know I've got a soft spot for Woody.

Oh, my God, I love this one.

I never thought I'd miss you Or half as much as I do

And

I never thought I'd feel this way

The way I feel about you Not since the finger buffet

It's like a wet weekend in Wigan all day.

It's my dad.

Oh, is everything all right?

He can't come back from the UK. He has to stay there.

What?

Why didn't you say something?

Is it his health?

No. He owes some money. Well, lots of money.

Oh, who to?

Oh, it's not a loan shark, is it?

Worse than that. It's the taxman.

How much does he owe?

Lots. Thousands.

Tens of thousands.

He went back home to visit a mate in hospital and someone grasped him up. He

never paid tax in the UK.

That's why he came to Spain over 20 years ago.

They've taken his passport off him.

Now I have to make a decision.

Do I stay here or do I go back to the UK to be with me dad?

Well, whoever they are, they're going down very well.

It's madness.

You must have heard of madness, man.

I must say, this tune does ring a bell.

Come on, Miss Temple Savage. Even in Spain, madness are huge.

This is one holiday these people is never going to forget.

Oh, Retail, I've got some great news. You're going on secondment.

What does this mean?

The Solana Group needs someone to work on a world cruise for six weeks.

This is a joke, no? No joke, Retail. You're going to travel the world all in

first class.

Oh, Miss Temple Savage, I don't know what to say.

You'll be going with Crystal Hennessy Vance.

What? Wait, no!

Please, Mr. Presavage, no.

Sorry, Matea, but she's very angry about what happened today. We need to give

her what she wants.

But I know what she wants, and I do not want to give it to her.

I'm sorry, Matea. My hands are tied.

So will be mine.

Mr.

Presavage, please.

In Spain, we have a saying. Do not stand in the mouth of the sea during the

storm, or she will swallow you up.

And we have a saying, too, Matea. It's called taking one for the team.

Where's Monty?

Oh, he's gone. Where's he gone?

I don't know. He said something about Newton.

Monty?

Joyce.

Where are you going?

I need to make a decision in my life.

And I need to make it now.

I'm sorry I put you on the spot, but if I don't make a change now, I never will.

I don't know what to say.

Just say yes or no, Joyce.

Will you marry me?

It must be love, love, love. You got it.

It must be love, love, love. Amore, amore.

It must be love, love.