All language subtitles for Father Brown s13e03 The Palace by the Sea.eng

- Would you like some more kedgeree?
- No, thank you.

That seems a rather
interesting letter.

It's from my Auntie Pat.

Oh, the one who runs a B&B?

No... Soon to be
a four-star family hotel.

- Oh!
- And she's invited us to the grand gala reopening.

Really?

"An evening of champagne
and sophistication

- "with the theme of the 1920s."
- Oh, it sounds wonderful!

I can't wait to see this place.

Then she goes onto say, can we help
with the painting, decorating

and getting the place ship-shape.

Well, she's asking rather a lot.

She has an inspector coming
from the Anderson's Hotel Guide.

Oh, sorry, what's that?

"An annual survey of the most
prestigious hotels in Britain."

She really is pushing the boat out.

Yes?

Oh, no, no, nothing.

Oh, gosh, right. Um...

Well, thank you
for the most delicious kedgeree.

- Have a good day.
- You too!

How do you fancy
a trip to the seaside?

- So, is it still the same
as you remember? - It is.

Every summer, as a child,
I'd come down here

and play with all the local
children on the beach.

Did you used to play pirates?

- LAUGHING:
- Yes!

They were the pirates. I was
the customs man who caught them.

Of course!

Shame we have so much work to do,
though.

If only we had an army of helpers...

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

What the...?! How...? How did...?

Well, you said
your Auntie Pat needed some help.

I thought it would be
a nice surprise for you.

Well, it's definitely a surprise.

We are very keen
to get to work, Inspector,

so you can have more time
with your wife.

Oh, this place is amazing.
I've seen pictures of the seaside,

but I never knew the sand
was so warm and so soft.

What, Brenda, you've...

You've never actually
been to the seaside before?

Well, my mum died when I was seven.
We never got to go on holidays.

Ahoy, there, landlubbers!

Ha-ha! Auntie Pat!

Hello! Hello! Hello!

You must be Isabel.

How lovely. How lovely to put a face
to that melodious voice.

- Lovely to meet you.
- Auntie Pat! How are you?

Marvellous, darling.
But what's happened to you?

You're skin and bone.
Aren't you feeding him?

I do give him
three square meals a day.

I'm only teasing. Mind you,

actually, you have to keep your eye
on this one around food.

When he was a boy,
he used to sneak into the kitchen

searching for
the chocolate profiteroles.

We used to call him
Edgar the Chocolate Heffalump.

Don't tell me - Father Brown.
And Sergeant Goodfellow and, um,

- Brenda.
- Hi!

It's nice to meet you. We're here
to help in any way that we can.

Oh, you know this is manna,
manna from heaven!

Because there is just so much
that has to be done.

I see you've been picking
wild flowers.

Yes, well they make
very nice table decorations.

Right, let us get you all
checked in.

Follow me!

Come along, Chocolate Heffalump.

Raymond? Raymond?

Raymond!

- Raymond!
- Yes, dear, that is my name, thank you for reminding me.

- What?
- When are you going to hang up this picture up?

I am rather busy
trying to organise a gala dinner.

If you didn't spend
so much time arguing,

- it might actually be ready by now.
Mrs Parkinson! - Ah!

Oh, my word! Who is this?

Well, here's Edgar.

The only member of my family
I've never been tempted to strangle.

CHUCKLING

May I introduce Raymond and Cynthia,

my deputy managers
who've worked here for 30 years.

In fact, they met and married here.

Oh, isn't that nice?

Yes, so, um, I think we have
a double room with a sea view.

Oh, yes, I'll sort that.

So, tonight,
we are having a rehearsal

of the 1920s-themed dinner.

We are testing a few of the recipes
that we're serving tomorrow.

But there's so much work to do,
so many jobs.

- Window cleaning, gardening...
- I could help with that.

And I'm a dab hand
with a shammy leather.

Oh... Well, come along, yes.

Raymond? What is all this mess?

- Ooh!
- Mr Crabtree.

- He won't do any more work
until he's been fully paid. - Fine!

Well, we'll just put wallpapering
on the list of things to do.

Yes, put those flowers in water
before they wilt.

- Yes, Mrs Parkinson.
- For you. - Thank you.

- And for you.
- Thank you.

She's such a character, Auntie Pat!

No-one would argue with that.

Although, did she seem a bit peaky?

- Peaky? What do you mean?
- The way she was leaning on reception.

Just a bit fragile.

Auntie Pat is as fragile
as a Sherman tank!

If you say so.

And I am sorry if my surprise
turned out to be more of a shock.

Yes, this was supposed to be
our honeymoon, not a parish outing.

I know! But we will
spend more time together...

..once we've got through
all our jobs.

- Do you think I should wear these
earrings tonight? - Yes.

You didn't even look at them!

Because I am busy
organising tonight's dinner,

tomorrow night's gala,
and we've got an inspector coming!

Well, well, well.

This place hasn't changed a bit.

It's practically a museum.

Max Bishop!

Raymond.

Cynthia. How are you?

We're fine.

We're good, actually.

Mrs Parkinson has made us
deputy manager.

Oh! Well,
that's something, I suppose.

Now, can you book me into
the grand suite for three days?

Sorry, Max, we're not open
until next week,

we've just got friends
and family staying.

I worked here for seven years.

I think that makes me family.

Well, Father, that was some
very enthusiastic pruning.

Sharp shears!

I'm sure that the hydrangeas
will grow back...

What are you doing here?

I'm just checking in
to your most expensive room.

Oh! Edgar! Don't you look smart.

Yes, do come and sit down.

- Now, then, Auntie Pat...
- Mm? - ..are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm always all right.

It's the rest of the world
that's all wrong.

I thought as much.
Glad to hear it.

- Shall I show the guests in,
Mrs Parkinson? - Oh, yes, yes.

Come on, come all.

Where would you like me to sit?

Just on the other side of Edgar.
And then we can fight over him!

CHUCKLING

Please, everybody else,
just sit wherever you like.

That is an awful lot of cutlery.
Which is normally a good sign.

Well, we are serving
a three-course dinner,

followed by petit-fours
and lots of profiteroles.

Oh! Good news for you, Mr Heffalump!

Thank you, Miss Palmer.

Father Brown? Champagne?

Well, that is a very easy question
to answer.

Yes, please.

LAUGHTER

CORK POPS

- Quickly!
- Yes, yes.

Quickly!

Bit out of practice, Raymond?

Max.

I had a feeling
that you might join us.

Please make yourself comfortable.

Over there.

- Would you like me to serve?
- Yes, of course!

No, no, no, dear. Silver service.

At the table!

Ahem! Mesdames et messieurs.

Ahem!

The Palace Hotel has stood
on this site for nigh on 70 years.

Constantly battled by the cruel sea.

But the sea yields up treasure,

and you will taste that treasure
in our Bouillabaisse. Bon appetit.

- Please do start.
I can't bear cold food. - Right...

It's, um...

How is it for you, Father?

It tastes very much of the sea.

It's extremely salty.

What?!

Well, I...
I can't think why it would be,

I was terribly careful
with the seasoning. Thank you.

PAT MUTTERS

None for me, thank you.

This is all your doing, isn't it?!

That's a very serious accusation.
Would you care to repeat it?

Actually, I might have
put too much salt in.

Ah, yes, too many cooks. Well,
let's hope you get things sorted.

Before the inspector gets here.

RECEPTION BELL DINGS

How do you know about that?

Oh, when you move in the circles
I move in, you hear things.

- Yes?
- Mr Wendle.

You remember your old work
colleague, Max Bishop?

He's been seen
wandering round town.

Yes. I know.

Just remember,

I got rid of you once before

and I can get rid of you again.

GASPS

Mrs Parkinson!

Nice to see you, Sergeant Oldham.

How are Julia, and the little ones?

Not so little now, I imagine.

We're all very well, thank you.

Good. Well, I've had
quite enough fun for one evening.

And I'll see you all tomorrow.
Good luck.

You're going to need it.

- Auntie Pat?
- I should never have risen to the bait.

I'm going to leave you now

in the capable hands
of Cynthia and Raymond.

Goodnight.

Ah!

I do hope Auntie Pat is all right.

That man really seemed to upset her.

Oh, she's a tough old thing.

- She certainly gives
as good as she gets. - She does!

THEY CHUCKLE

What's that?

It's a bucket.

No, underneath it.

Oh!

Et nomine patri, et filio,
et Spiritui Sancto, amen.

Thank you, Father.

What a terrible way
for a man to meet his maker.

- Indeed.
- I suspect he was hit over the head with a blunt object

before being buried,
as the tide came in.

That is my hypothesis.

What about that dark stain
on his forehead?

Any idea what that is?

Inspector,
I'm sure you do a marvellous job

in your leafy little village,
but you leave things to us, eh?

And enjoy your holiday.

- BRENDA:
- Any idea who killed him?

Technically, that would be the sea.

Which also did a very good job of
washing away most of the evidence.

Hello!

What's going on?

I'm afraid one of your guests
has been murdered, Mrs Wendle.

- No!
- Mr Bishop.

Max?!

Sergeant Oldham?

Yes, Father?

There's a champagne bottle
in this bin.

- And?
- It's unopened.

It's bloodstained.

And it comes from The Palace Hotel.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you
for your co-operation thus far.

We believe the murder took place
between eight o'clock,

when Mr Bishop was dining here,

and midnight,
when the tide was high.

I need to know all of your
movements after eight.

Well, I was serving dinner
to these good people here

and then at about nine o'clock,
I locked up

and went briefly outside
to inspect the grounds.

Can anyone corroborate
your version of events?

Yes. I can.
I was with him the whole time.

Every single second?

Mostly. We worked together,
we went outside together,

- then we went to bed,
just after ten. - Ten.

- Mrs Parkinson?
- What? Yes?

Where did you go, after you
stormed out of the restaurant?

Stormed? I went upstairs

to make a list of all the jobs
that needed doing

before today's inspection.

So, now can we please get a move on?

- Auntie Pat...
- Hmm? What?

It doesn't look good
if you lose your temper.

Oh. Right.

Patricia Parkinson.

I'm arresting you
for the murder of Max Bishop.

On what grounds?

There were two sets of fingerprints
on the murder weapon,

the bottle of champagne.
Mr Bishop himself,

and Mrs Parkinson's.

Well, yes, it was my champagne!
Because it came from my cellar.

- But...
- You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you say may be given
in evidence. This way, please.

- But this is ridiculous!
- Sir, I don't think they'd be happy

with a relative
barging into the station.

Although they might allow
a visit from a priest.

Tell me about Mr Bishop.

Well, 30 years ago, I sacked him.

He worked at the hotel as a bellboy

and I found he was stealing
from the guests' rooms.

You know, in the hotel industry,
that's a mortal sin.

So, a man who bears a grudge on you
walks in

when the hotel is in trouble.

Things aren't going very well,
are they?

Uh, no. No, we are...

We are at rock-bottom. Ahem.

I've taken out loan after loan.

And if things don't improve,
then the bank will take the hotel.

And that's why you invited
Anderson's Guide to inspect?

Well, yes,
one last roll of the dice.

Was anyone else upset
at Mr Bishop's reappearance?

Well, I don't think Raymond
was too delighted.

Of course, back in the day,
they were great friends.

Cynthia, Raymond and Max.

I did used to think that Max
got in the way a bit.

Were Mr and Mrs Wendle
married at that point?

No. It was only after Max left
that Raymond popped the question.

In fact, I wonder if Max didn't
come back not to humiliate me,

but to seduce Cynthia.

- Why do you say that?
- Well, yesterday,

when I was preparing
the bouillabaisse,

I could hear Max and Raymond
arguing.

Oh, Father. You've been a while.
How is she?

Your aunt is bearing up.

Of course she is.
She's strong as an ox.

She's very keen that
we make this evening a success.

- I think it's more important
we solve the murder. - Well,

perhaps by doing one,
it will help us to do the other.

Right, Mrs Parkinson
has left a to-do list.

- Would you like me to type it up?
- No, Raymond.

You actually have to do something.
What time is Mavis getting here?

Mavis left a note. She's resigned.

Oh, no!

Right, I've managed to sort
those wonky tables out,

and we've swept all the floors.

Is there anything else
we can do to help?

No. We're beyond help.

The best thing now would be
to board up all the doors

and hang a condemned sign outside.

Hello. How are we getting on?

We're about to give up completely.

- What?
- Cancelling this evening and telling Anderson's we're not ready.

You do realise my aunt has given
50 years of her life to this place?

Yes, but she's not here.

And it was always
her hand on the tiller

that steered us through the rocks.

Mrs Parkinson has been your employer
for 30 years.

I'm sure she hoped
that if she had to step back,

you would step forward.

We also have a financial difficulty.

She's left a long ingredients list
and no actual money.

- Fine!
- I'll go down to the market.

- I'll come with you.
- And I can service some rooms.

I have worked in hotels before.

- I can do some cooking.
- Can I be your sous-chef?

I shall polish the silver.

I will assist.

- Am I right in saying you have
worked here since the 1920s? - Mm-hm.

You and Cynthia and Max?

CUTLERY CLATTERS

- Sorry.
- Allow me.

So what did you think
when Max Bishop turned up again?

Mrs Parkinson seems to think
he once had designs on your wife.

No! No, of course not.

- No?
- No!

We were pals back then,
the three of us, we were the...

Well, they were
the happiest times of my life.

Yes, Max was sacked for stealing,

but not for...

CHUCKLES

Not for stealing my girlfriend.

You were overheard yesterday
having an argument with Mr Bishop.

- Mm.
- You said, and I quote, "Leave her alone.

"Please, just leave her alone."

Yes, I did.
But I was not talking about Cynthia.

No?

When Max arrived,

he said some rather nasty things
about Mrs Parkinson,

so I let him settle into his room,
and when he came downstairs

I told him to stop.
"Leave her alone."

What did he say to that?

He told me to face the facts -
The Palace Hotel is doomed

and he's the only one
who could save it.

And what do you think he meant?

I don't know.
I told him I didn't want to hear it.

And if you'll excuse me, I need
to go and find some fish forks.

Thank you, Miss Palmer.
Most helpful.

Whoa.

Who could afford a room like this?

That is what we are here
to find out.

Mr Bishop claimed he came here
to save The Palace.

And I am keen to find out how.

What's this?

Oh.

Plans for the hotel.

Divided into eight flats.

So that's his game.

He's a property developer.

Look!

"Meet me at Brandreth Bay,
nine o'clock."

That's the beach
where they found him.

Was he killed by the person
to whom he sent this note?

I should probably make the bed.

- The inspector'll come in here.
- Good idea.

What's this?

Ah, yes.

I know whose ear that belongs to.

Right, here we are. Enough fish
to start your own aquarium.

Oh, Edgar! You've saved the day.
You always do.

Right, well, can I suggest,
I'll read out the recipe,

and allocate jobs as I go.

No, Raymond. No.

Just no, Raymond.

Would you like to help me
with the windows?

Yes. Yes, of course. Yes.

- Are you all right, Mrs Wendle?
- Yes! Just a little bit stressed,

we've got this rather complicated
bouillabaisse to make,

which means we have fish to fillet,

22 herbs and spices, and we haven't
even started the stock yet.

That does seem a Herculean effort!

Yes, but if we want to get into
the Anderson's Guide...

You might try making things
people like to eat?

Oh.

Oh, yes, you're right!

We could change the menu.

Oh, fish pie!
Everyone loves fish pie!

Mrs Wendle? May I have a word?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Father,
but I'm really very busy.

Yes, I can see.

Must put an awful strain
on your marriage.

Marriage? What's that?
I used to be married once.

I mean, I do love Raymond, it's just
we're married to the hotel.

I noticed you have separate rooms.

Well, yes.

Separate lives, actually.

Was it ever a happy marriage?

We were happy...

..before we were married.
When it was just the three of us.

Me, Raymond and...Max.

Ah, yes.

Mr Bishop.

Did you notice, yesterday,

he was the last in to dinner?

Because I believe
he was in the kitchen,

over-salting the bouillabaisse.

I think so.

But you took responsibility
for his sabotage.

Which seems strange.

Unless you felt in some way
responsible...?

I read the papers, you see,

and I knew Max had done very well
for himself.

So I wrote and told him
we were in trouble,

and was there any chance of a loan?

But it soon became clear
he was not here to help?

He'd just come to humiliate us.

What did you do to stop him?

Nothing. I just tried to avoid him.

And yet...

..I found this.

By his bed.

- CHUCKLING:
- All right...

When Raymond went round
to speak with him,

I sneaked into his room,
to look round.

I imagine you saw his plans

to turn the hotel into flats.

I did. And I was just
staring at them, horrified.

And Max came in and grabbed me.

So that must be
when I lost the earring.

- I see.
- He said this place destroyed him

and now he's going to destroy it.

Do you know he used to steal
from people's rooms?

Only small amounts, so no-one knew.

But Mrs Parkinson found out
and she called the police.

I don't suppose you remember
the name of the arresting officer?

What can I say? He was a wrong 'un,

but I made sure he suffered
the full force of the law.

- Ah.
- Except...

..I've spoken to Scotland Yard.

Max Bishop has no criminal record
whatsoever.

So...you let him go,

but told everyone you'd charged him.

It was a long time ago,
I don't exactly recall.

Mr Bishop remembered you vividly.

He asked after your wife
and children.

I imagine, 30 years ago,

you had a young family

and not much money.

Perhaps we should talk to
his senior officer, Father.

All right.

He did offer me a certain sum.

Believe me,

it was hard getting by on �5 a week.

You took a bribe
from a criminal suspect?

Max said he'd leave town
and never darken our doors again.

I really don't see
what the harm was.

Sergeant Oldham,
many people would say

that punishment can be
a valuable life lesson.

A lesson you failed
to teach Max Bishop.

Now, I think you've had more than
enough time to question my aunt.

Well, that was the worst holiday
I've ever had!

Auntie Pat,
we need to have a talk.

No, I need to get back to the hotel.

Raymond and Cynthia, they can't
make a decision without me.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Why didn't you tell me
that the hotel was in difficulty?

It isn't. The Palace
is a luxury ocean liner.

It just so happens that it's
floating in a sea of mediocrity.

Yes, the suppliers have told me they
think it could be about to sink.

Yes, well, things are a bit grim,

but I believe we're just about
to turn a corner.

And I realise that I have been
saying that for several years.

Yes. Yes, and you've been
working yourself 18 hours a day.

Now, do you think
that can be good for you?

If I didn't work,
I wouldn't know what to do.

You know how hard it is
to abandon a place

that you've loved and cherished
for your whole life of 50 years.

And, besides, it means a lot to YOU.

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

Whenever your parents
used to have a bit of difficulties,

then they got me to look after you.

At The Palace.
It was home away from home.

Auntie Pat,
it's not The Palace I care about.

It's just a pile of bricks
and mortar

and some very comfortable bedding.

The woman who runs it,

I love her

and I rather worry that she's not
looking after herself properly.

Well, um...

She's rather fond of you.

Edgar, I have no choice,
I just have to keep going.

So will you kindly take me
back to the luxury liner

before the management
manage to sink it?

There you go! What do you think?

Oh, it's magnificent!

Oh! Have you thought about
a career in interior design?

Oh, not really. Thank you, though.

If I spend one more moment in that
kitchen, I think I'm going to melt.

- Agreed!
- Oh!

Oh, this is extraordinary!

Oh, it feels like we've gone back
in time to the glory days.

Oh, you've managed to get rid
of all the mould, and the mess,

and our most annoying guest
has kicked the bucket.

But don't mention any of that
to the man from Anderson's!

Ahem!

Hello. And you are...?

Timothy Moon.

The man from Anderson's.

Mr Moon!

Mr Moon, please... Ha!

Please forgive my wife's
peculiar sense of humour!

Well, I can forgive most things.

But what I do not appreciate is
being made to wait at the station.

Where was Mrs Parkinson

who's been badgering me
for the past six months?

- Mrs Parkinson? Um...
Mrs Parkinson... - Not well.

Very, very not well.

Her glands have swollen up like...

- Watermelons.
- That is quite enough about my glands.

- Hello. I'm Patricia Parkinson.
- Timothy Moon.

Mr Moon, you would not believe
the day that I've had.

Are you ready for the grand tour?

I must get my clipboard.

Well, you've certainly
made some unexpected choices.

Yes, it's better than I expected.
Thank you.

It is splendid.

Vol-au-vent?

Oh, well, we must leave
some for the inspector, but...

Ah!

Raymond! Raymond!

- What is it, dear?
- Why haven't you hung up that picture?

Because I'm in the middle of...!

All right, I'll do it. I'll do it.

..bringing us back
to the dining room, which, tonight,

is the gateway
for the Roaring Twenties.

Um, would sir care for a canape?

If I must.

Champagne?

Well, I wouldn't like to impair
my critical faculties,

but just to be polite...

- Edgar.
- Yes? - This is not lump fish roe.

- This is actual caviar.
- Indeed.

Most palatable.
I must say, it does go down nicely.

Oh, please! Do have another one.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome, one and all, to The Palace.

This hotel has been
standing here for 70 years,

buffeted, of course,
by waves and wind,

but able to survive
the ravages of time.

- Mr Wendle?
- Mm?

- Could you spare five minutes?
- People ask why anyone would build a hotel

- right by the sea.
- Yes.

But, of course, people like us
like to live on the edge...

I was intrigued
by the photograph of you both,

outside the hotel in 1953.

Your hair was much greyer then.

Would I be right in thinking
that you use hair dye?

That is a very personal question,
Father!

Well, yes.

But when they found
Mr Bishop's body,

there was a dark stain
on his temple.

Could that stain
have been from hair dye,

from the person who buried him?

He sent you a note, didn't he?

"Meet me at Brandreth Bay,
nine o'clock."

But why would you go?

What do you think you are doing?

We don't need you to save the hotel.
We're perfectly happy as we are.

Raymond, I'm sorry
if I've upset everyone.

I was angry at the way
Mrs Parkinson treated me.

Were you perhaps hoping
to turn back the clock?

What do you mean by that?

At first I thought Mr Bishop
was having an affair with your wife.

But, no.

I suspect...

..not with her.

I don't like what you're implying.

Your wife confirmed
that you have separate bedrooms,

separate lives.

And the champagne would suggest
some sort of celebration.

Do you remember our midnight
picnics on the beach?

Yes.

Lying in the sand dunes?

How could I forget?

You will help me,
won't you, Raymond?

- Of course.
- I knew you wouldn't let me down.

- You never did.
- Max...

..I would do anything for you.

Do you really think

I would give a second look
at a worn-out old worm like you?

- What? I...
- You're going to help me destroy this place.

Or I will tell the whole world
what you really are.

Including your sad,
neglected, lonely little wife.

Mr Bishop

sought to use his power over you.

But things spiralled out of control,
didn't they?

Now you had a new problem.

His body.

STRAINS

Luckily, some children had been
digging a hole in the sand,

which was almost the right size.

DISTANT VOICES

I did not mean to kill him!

I would be the last person to
condemn anyone for falling in love.

But in order to spare
people's feelings,

you have been living your life
in the shadows,

living a lie.

Which has not brought happiness
to you

- or your wife.
- Well...

What am I meant to do, then?

How do I get out of this mess?

There is one course of action,

which will, in time,
bring you peace.

You must confess.

Ask for God's forgiveness and take
the consequences of your actions.

Mr Moon, you really must try
our famous bouillabaisse.

Is it really necessary?

Uh, well it's seasoned with
22 different herbs and spices.

- Is it indeed?
- Cynthia. The bouillabaisse.

Actually, Mrs Parkinson,

we decided
not to make bouillabaisse.

- What?!
- We thought, rather than follow a hundred-year-old recipe,

that we would go to the market
and see what was in season.

And what little delicacies
did you find there?

Oh, scallops so fresh
they fell out of their shells.

Silver mackerel. Pink lobster.

So we made a fish pie.

Here you go. Bon appetit!

Well, it does sound intriguing.

But the proof of the pudding...

Hmm...

Mrs Parkinson,
from your description,

I expected this to be
a dusty, fusty,

old-fashioned establishment.

But you've done wonders
with this place!

Decor that lets the light in.

And the finest fish pie
I've ever tasted!

Ah, well, yes, it's not
one of my usual recipes...

This place is the future
of British hospitality!

Welcome to Anderson's Hotel Guide!

Oh, wonderful, wonderful!

Aunt, congratulations!

We've got into the guide!
Everything we've worked for,

- all these years!
- That's wonderful, darling, but it's all down to you.

It's always been you and...
I'm sorry I've been a bad husband.

- What do you mean?
- Ahem!

Sergeant Oldham?

Yes, Mr Wendle?

There's something I need to confess.

Right, then! Ready for the off?

I think so.

Have you enjoyed
your trip to the seaside?

Spent most of it with a feather
duster in my hand, but...

..I do love this place!

Thank you for everything.

You must come and visit us
in Kembleford.

I mean, I know you're busy
with the hotel.

Ah, yes, well,
that's rather likely to change.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes.

Well, Mr Moon has written us
such a glowing review

that I'm quite confident
that The Palace will survive.

- Of course it will!
- So therefore I have decided to step down,

and give the baton to Cynthia,

who I think you'll agree
was more than capable.

Well, she learned from the best.

Right, ready to depart,
Mrs Sullivan?

Oh, can't we just have one last trip
to the beach?

Oh, that's good.

Oi!

Look at that duck over there.

What?

Yes!

LAUGHS

ALL LAUGH AND SHOUT

Do you know, I just have to say

that when I first suggested
this trip,

it was meant to be
just Isabel and I...

A mini-honeymoon,
getting away from it all.

I know! I always seem to put my foot
in it, but...

But - but - I do know
that when I married Isabel,

I not only married her talents,
her passions...

- ..but also her friends.
- Aw!

And that makes me

the luckiest man in the world.

ALL LAUGH

- And, Auntie Pat...?
- Yes?

I promise we will be back,
just the two of us.

- But for now...
- Yes?

..could you take a photograph
of us all?

Yes! And I know just the place.

Everybody....say cheese!

ALL: Cheese!

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