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Right.

Here we go.

Oh!

Yes?

Oh, hello. It's Trevor Bingley.

Uh…

From Housesitters Deluxe.

Oh. Wait in the lobby. I'll come down and get you.

Okay. Thanks.

Ooh.

Coo…

Where am I going to…

-Mr. Bingley. -Ah.

Thank you for making yourself available at such short notice. My name is Petra.

I'm the executive concierge for the Schwarzenboch family.

The housekeeper would normally be here,

but she's been called away on a family emergency.

Hence, our rather frantic search. Uh, please.

Heh.

Do you mind if we dive straight in? We have a lot to cover.

Okay.

First, to access the apartment, you will need to use this fob.

It's not required for the other floors, but to access the penthouse,

you need to touch the fob here and press this button.

Right.

Heh.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

I was just saying…

This way, please.

This is the London home of Mr. and Mrs. Schwarzenboch.

They have houses all over the world

and haven't spent Christmas here in at least ten years.

Gosh.

It should be a very quiet period with no client contact of any kind.

Right.

Is everything all right?

Uh-- Uh, yes. Yes.

But we are naturally looking for a highly responsible individual

with all the attributes of elite staff.

Discretion, sensitivity, and above all, maturity.

Right, yes.

Sorry.

Maybe I should show you the apartment.

Uh…

-Would you like to put your bag down? -Yes. Um…

Yes, I'll just leave it, um…

Shh!

Ah.

This is the living room.

Kitchen.

Dining area. Terrace. Please don't touch the piano.

Thank you, Kenneth.

Upstairs are the bedrooms, the screening room, and the study.

Guest suite, guest suite. There are three more bedrooms this way,

plus another steam room.

The master suite's down this way, plus another guest suite.

The library, the conservatory, and the yoga studio are through there.

There's a panic room beyond the kitchen, but you won't have access to that.

Anyway, I'm sure you have a lot of house-sitting experience

with this level of accommodation?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Please don't touch the air-conditioning. It's all fully automated.

And it goes without saying,

there must be no unauthorized guests of any kind in the apartment.

As long as that's clear.

Perfectly clear.

Right, let's carry on.

Gym here. Sauna to the left.

That's the laundry room.

Lovely pot.

Humidor, wine cellar.

Utility room. Media closet.

-Absolutely do not touch that. -Where is it?

And through there is the meditation space, cold plunge, and golf simulator.

Oh. Good. Good.

Baby?

Oh!

Mr. Bingley?

Oh. Yes.

Oop.

Come on.

Well, this is the housekeeper's office.

Um…

A computer, printer, router, modem, table linens, household supplies.

Um… Oh.

And these are the instruction leaflets for the appliances. Uh. Mr. Bingley?

Mr. Bingley?

Hm.

This is the kitchen. Obviously.

Uh, Gaggenau, Miele, Wolf, induction hob, Viking Range,

two ovens at the end there, and a pantry beyond.

Which brings us to the living room once again.

Any questions?

Uh…

Well, just one, really.

When will I know if I've got the job?

Oh, you've got the job.

It started 15 minutes ago.

Ooh.

The password for the Wi-Fi is "Dom Pérignon."

I'll leave the lift fob here. Please don't lose it, there is only one.

The cleaner, Elsa, won't be in until the New Year,

and the concierge already left for his Christmas break.

That is my cell phone number.

You are free to contact me at any time, though I am leaving for Thailand tonight.

Haven't had a vacation in two years, and would really appreciate it

if you kept contact to an absolute minimum.

Well, I think that's everything.

Right. So there's definitely no one coming for Christmas?

I don't have a single member of staff on site.

Apart from you, Mr. Bingley.

If the Schwarzenbochs come for Christmas, we are all in a lot of trouble.

Happy Holidays.

Huh.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh!

Hello, you.

A toy. Toy…

There we go.

- Hello? - Hello. Is that Mr. Glee?

-Well, yes. -Hertfordshire Constabulary here.

Oh, right. Well, I was just trying to say that I've moved to a new address,

in London. SW1.

Ah, you've changed regions, then, sir.

That makes it a matter for the Metropolitan Police.

I'll pass on your details. They'll be in contact.

Okay. Okay, thanks. Bye.

Bye.

You okay?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Oof.

You need a nappy.

Um, I might just…

Oof.

Oh.

Ah.

Oh, goodness.

Oh.

A-ha!

Here we go.

Okay.

Ooh…

Let's get you dried off, eh?

Pee-po!

Pee-po!

Oh!

Milk!

Ah!

Here we go.

Right. Are you ready? Yes, go on. There we go.

Good boy.

You're hungry.

Are you ready?

Oh.

Oh!

Now, where's the baby food?

This looks like it here.

Yes. Yes.

That looks like the stuff.

I think so.

Oh. Now, Maddy used to love these.

The only question is…

the weight.

Here we go.

Nice.

Are you ready?

Okay.

Good. And…

There we go. 8.2 kilograms.

There we are.

Oh!

Well, who's this?

- Hello? - Hello.

Can I speak to Mr. Glee, please?

Well, it's Bingley. But yes, yes, that's me.

My name's Georgia Hakopian. I'm from Westminster Social Services.

Metropolitan Police gave me your number regarding a misplaced baby.

Yes, I've got it right here.

-And is the baby safe and well? -Very much so.

What time can you pick it up?

I should be able to get there tomorrow.

-Oh, so… So not tonight? -No. I'm afraid we're very busy.

We're operating with skeleton staff due to the Christmas break,

so it'll have to be tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Glee.

Somewhere between midday and 7:00 p.m.?

-Oh, dear, dear, dear. -Okay? Bye-bye.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

You've got me for a little bit longer, I'm afraid.

No?

Oh.

Ugh.

Again?

Well, now.

Where are you going to sleep?

Night-night, baby.

Oh!

Oh!

Uh…

What's wrong? What's wrong?

♪ Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep ♪

♪ And doesn't know where to find them ♪

♪ You'd better watch out You'd better not cry ♪

♪ Better not pout, I'm telling you why ♪

♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪

Ah!

It was wind!

You must be joking.

Cheers.

Oh.

Oh, goodness.

It's all right. I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hello.

You're going home today.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Last one.

Oh.

Oh!

Nappies.

Should be just enough.

Right.

♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la… ♪

No!

No!

That's dangerous.

Nappies.

Oh. Uh…

What do I press? What do I press?

Um…

Hello?

Hello?!

Oh!

Wait! Wait!

That's mine!

Sorry. I didn't quite get to the thing in time.

-There you are, mate. -Thank you. Thank you very much.

The fob.

Oh, no. No! No! No!

Oh, my God!