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[relaxing music]

♪ ♪

- I thought you'd
be happy about it.

- I just don't understand
why it has to be so early.

- It's 8:00 AM, darling.

- Exactly.

- Well, it's the only
slot they had left.

- Of course, because it's
still the middle of the night.

- But I know how
much you love it.

I just wanted to surprise you.

- I know.

And thank you.

But early mornings have never
been conducive to my happiness,

have they?

- I know that, darling,
but you look like a movie star

when you jet ski.

- So do you.

[chatter]

I wonder what's
going on over there.

- Well, let's call Xena over.

- Good idea.

[clears throat]

Xena.

- Can you check the CCTV?

- What's going on?

- The CEO of a company
called SL2K had

a posh dinner here last night.

And this morning,
it was discovered

that he had disappeared.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

His room still
contains his wallet,

his ID, his phone, everything.

- And?

It's still the crack of dawn.

Maybe he went for a walk
or a dip in the pool.

I've heard of people
who get up that early.

Fortunately, I don't
know any of them.

- Apparently, he missed a very
important Zoom with Switzerland

this morning at 7:00 AM.

And he's never late.

- Oh, right.

Love Switzerland!

We should bob over soon.
- Oh.

- Oh, there you are.

Could I have a beach
towel, please?

- Of course, Madame.

[chatter]

- There you are.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

Darling, off we go.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

Great way to get rid
of a hangover, darling!

- I wouldn't know.

I've never had one.

[laughter]

Follow me!

♪ ♪

- Oh, God.

[gulls cawing]

["Passing Through" playing]

♪ Do you remember
the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you? ♪

♪ Your smile came
from nowhere ♪

♪ For sometime never,
for sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

Please help!

Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

Help please!

- Somebody, please!

Help!

Call an ambulance!

- I called an ambulance.
They're on the way.

I'm a doctor.
I can help.

- Oh!
Oh, thank goodness.

Darling, he's a doctor.

Leave it to him.

- Don't look, don't look,
don't look, don't look.

[lounge music]

- Yeah.

Not bad, old chap.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

- [French]

- How much?

Oh, I see.

Good grief.

It's a bit steep
for a house red.

[chatter]

- He has a slight pulse,
so we must go now.

- Oh, of course.

- You go in first, order
breakfast, and tell them

you're meeting me there.

- No, no, no.

You go in first.

- Why do you always do that?

- Do what?

- "You do it first" thing.

- Because that's what
they do in the romcoms.

- Oh, do they indeed?
- Oh, yeah.

I'm a bit of an expert
on romcoms, as it happens.

I'm currently working
on my own one.

- Oh, is that right?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's about this couple who
keep their relationship

secret for romantic reasons.

- Sounds great.

- Oh, it is, yeah.

He's, like, handsome.

He's charming.

He's modest, great kisser.

- Bonjour.

- I'll go in first.

[light music]

Morning, Uncle Patrick.

- Hi, Dom.

- Oh.

Loving the handiwork.

- Thank you.

- I'll have a coffee and a
couple of croissants, please.

- Yeah, it won't be a tick.

Just sorting this lot out.

- All right.

I'm meeting Jean in here.

- Morning, Patrick.

- Morning.

- I'm meeting Dom in here.

- Hi, Jean!

Wow, I've not seen you in ages.

- Morning, Dominique.

- [whispers] Dominique?

Hey.

He's done a cracking job
on this breakfast menu,

and it's all served on plates.

- Well, what else
would it be served on?

- Have you never
had a meal served

on something other than a plate
in an effort to appear trendy?

- Uh, I've had
chicken in a basket.

- Precisely.

And that is exactly
where the rot started.

I once had fish and chips
served out of an old boot.

- Shut up.

- I swear.

And they put newspaper inside
to make it look more authentic.

But where was I meant
to put my mushy peas?

- [laughs]

- Hmm, I think I'll have
a little tickle of this.

- The poor chap had
a plastic bag over his head

and a rope holding into place.

- And over the bag,
on the eyes,

coins had been pushed
into the sockets.

It was horrific

- Yes, I'm sure it was.

The doctor you met
on the beach, Dr. Martin,

brought those items
back a little while ago.

He told me the ambulance
had taken him

to the new private
hospital where he works,

which is much nearer than
Sainte-Victoire General.

But unfortunately, his team
could not save his life.

An autopsy will be performed
as soon as possible.

- Oh, how ghastly!

Do we know who the victim is?

- There was no
ID, but Dr. Martin

identified him
as the man from SL2K,

as he had been chatting
with him on the beach

only yesterday.

Can I ask you to stay
close to the area,

if I need to talk to you again?

- Of course.

- [clears throat dramatically]

- What?

Oh, Caron?

- Yes?

- We've got a couples
massage booked at 3:00 PM.

Is it all right to still
go ahead with that?

- That will be fine.

- Thank you.

We'll be in our room
until then.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Jean, I wondered if you
could come to the beach club.

There is something I
need you to look at.

[mysterious music]

- We should have a fry up.

Sometimes a croissant just
doesn't hit the spot, does it?

- Stop moaning.

I'll buy you lunch
after we've seen Caron.

- It doesn't matter how
fancy the croissant is.

I always feel like I licked
the bottom of a birdcage.

- Oh, you know what that
tastes like, do you?

- You know, like claggy.

- What does claggy mean?

- You know, like
thick and sticky.

Claggy mouth, when
you get some food

trapped on the roof of your
mouth and you can't get it off.

- Come here.

[somber music]

[knocking]

Caron, we came
as soon as we could.

- Oh, Jean, good to see you.

- So where are these coins
you want me to look at?

- Hey, André.

- Dom.

These are what I
was talking about.

- So how did this
fella die then?

- The doctor says
strangulation.

He had a slight
pulse on the beach,

but his weak heart let him down
when he got to the hospital.

Here he is.

Antoine Lefevre, the CEO
of SL2K Holdings,

the missing guest.

His business partner,
a certain Nicolas Arles,

just called from the hospital
to confirm it is him.

He's on his way back now.

- What a way to go, eh?

- I also need to talk to SL2K's
IT consultant, Marilyn Theo.

They were the only people
to stay over from the party

last night.

- Do you need anything else?

- No, thank you.

- Hmm.

These coins are very rare.

So the bronze one is Napoleon
III, 5 centimes, 1857.

That's worth about 3,000 euros?

- For a coin?

Wow.

- Yeah.

But the-- well, the gold
one is even rarer.

That's Napoleon I, 1813.

Now, that's worth
about 5,000 euros.

- [exclaims]

- So you said you found
these on his eyes?

- Over this plastic
bag, but yes.

- Hmm.

Have you ever heard of the
story of Charon the Ferryman?

- What, like my name?

- Yes.

Well, it's pronounced the same,
but there's a H after the C.

Now, Charon was the ferryman
of the underworld,

and it was his duty to ferry
the souls of the departed

across the River Styx.

Now, the families
of the dead used

to put coins on the eyes
of their loved ones.

Because if Charon
wasn't paid, their souls

would roam the Earth
in torment for all eternity.

Well, I know it sounds--

it sounds silly.

But well, whoever
murdered this man--

- Antoine Lefevre.

- Antoine Lefevre,
well, made sure

that his entry
to the underworld

was, well, very smooth indeed.

These coins are worth
about 8,000 euros.

- Can we find out where
they were purchased?

- Well, um, yeah.

I'll call Charlie, and she
can start digging, yeah.

- Thank you.
- Right.

I'll leave you to it.

Uncle Patrick needs
a hand at the pub.

Jane's called in sick.

- Right.

[soft string music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, perfect timing.

Right, I want you to do
a little taste test for me.

- Ooh.

I always wanted
to do one of these.

- Yeah, well,
now's your chance.

What I want you to do
is taste both of these,

and then tell me which one
you think tastes the best.

- Okay, can I have
a little sip, man?

Because I'm driving.
- Of course.

- Okay.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, that one is
okay, but nowhere

near as fantastic as that one.

- You are absolutely right.
- Yes.

- Hi, ya.

- Cheers, glorious Gloria.

- Oh.

What's he chipper about?

- He's had two sips of wine.

- Sorry I'm late.

Where did he need
a lift to again?

- Oh, thanks for coming, love.

It's just that I've got a lot
of stuff to get from the cash

and carry, and I'm
not sure if Madeleine

will make it all the way up
the hill on the way back.

No offense, Tom.

- Oh, no, no, none taken.

And you're absolutely right.
She would not.

You want me to hold
the fort for you.

- Oh, you're a good man.

- Won't be long.

- Yeah, liquid lunch, is it?

- Hmm?

No, I just want
to check something out.

- [humming] Perks
of the job, innit?

- Do you mind if we nip
somewhere after the cash

and carry?

- Not at all.

- Oh, very smart.

- Thanks.

I've called her
Electric Ladyvan.

- Like the Hendrix album
"Electric Ladyland"?

- Precisely.
- Very good.

- Hey, thank you.

Favorite track on the album?

- "All Along the Watchtower."

- And just wait till you
hear it on these speakers.

- Monsieur Nicolas
Arles, I'm sorry you

had to go through
the ordeal of identifying

your friend this morning.

- Yes.

Not something I would
like to go through again.

But Dr. Martin and his
team were very kind.

- Can I ask what were you
doing here at the beach club?

- We've been members
here for a long time,

and we had a staff
dinner to celebrate

20 years in the business.

- Who attended?

- Office staff and consultants.

Most of our business
is franchised out,

and we employ consultants
to help us when we

need them, like Marilyn here.

Me and Antoine run
SL2K, and we are--

were business partners.

- And what was your role?

- I've been doing SL2K's
marketing for years.

- And you two were the only
colleagues to stay over?

- Yes.

- These coins were found
on Antoine's person.

They're actually
quite valuable.

Do they ring any bells?

- Well, Antoine was
a fervent coin collector, so.

- Who do you think would
want to murder Antoine?

- No one.

He was wonderful, a kind
person and a loyal friend.

- The only person
I can think of was

his daughter's ex-boyfriend.

But I thought that
was over years ago.

- What happened?

- It was desperately sad.

- Cherise, his daughter,
and her boyfriend

were only teenagers and were
driving home one night.

He went through a red
light for some reason,

and the car ran
into the side of them,

the side Cherise was on.

She was dead on contact.

And he got two years
for dangerous driving.

When he was released,
Antoine hounded him out

of Sainte-Victoire, stopping
him working, shaming

him at any given opportunity.

He had to move to Toulouse
and start again.

So I cannot imagine that Hugo
was Antoine's biggest fan.

- Hugo?

Did you say the name Hugo?

- Yes.

Hugo Leve.

- Antoine swore he saw him
hanging around the beach club

last night.

I just thought he'd had
too much to drink, but--

but now--

- Please keep
your phones charged and

be contactable at all times.

We will have more questions.

[somber music]

Thank you for your help.

- You have my address
if you need me.

- Now this one.

What do you think?

- This one tastes miles better.

- But they're identical.

Let's investigate.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Come on.

Let's have a look inside.

- Patrick!

- Hmm?

- Why are we hiding?

- I want to take
a good look at what's

going on behind the scenes.

- Gotcha.

- Well, come on.

♪ ♪

[door clicks, buzzes]

- Bonjour, Madame.

[speaking French]

- [whispering]
What are they saying?

- I'll tell you in the van.

- Hugo was indeed seen at the
hotel last night, hanging round

reception around 11:00 PM.

The last known address
for him is in Toulouse.

- Toulouse, you say?

Well, that's
the Toulouse cross.

Hang on.

Oh.

Well, this bag is from
a deli chain there.

And yeah, there are
only three branches,

and they're all in Toulouse.

- I think we need to go
and talk to this man.

- Yeah.

- Look, Jean, one minute.

I have left my phone.

- I'll wait for you outside.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- It's quite a scam.

- I thought there was
something going on.

So basically, these
ladies are ripping

Judith off by putting
expensive labels on cheap wine.

- Exactly.

Not as sweet as they
look, either.

One of them called
Judith an English idiot.

- Oh, good grief.

- They're tricking Judith and
Jeremy out of a lot of money.

We have to tell them.

- No time like the present.

[snoring]

[phone ringing]

- Patrick.

Hello, darling.

How the devil are you?

[chuckles, laughs]

Oh, Patrick.

Two sweet little old ladies
with their cottage industry

running a scam?

That's hilarious.

No, I'm sure it's just some
innocent misunderstanding.

So-- got to go, darling.

The hot stones are arriving.

- Judith?

- Oh, yes.

- Judith!

- Hugo Leve?

- Oui.

- [speaking French]

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Antoine Lefevre
was found dead this

morning in Sainte-Victoire.

- I don't feel like
I thought I would.

- Pardon?

- I thought I'd feel happier
when hearing that sentence.

- Happier?

- Relieved, even.

But I don't.

I don't feel anything.

- I see.

Yes, we know about the crash.

- I was 17 when Cherise died.

- What happened?

- We were stargazing
that night, as we

used to call it back then.

We smoked some weed
to get as high as the sky.

And on our way back home,
I jumped a red light.

We had just swapped seats.

Cherise wanted
to roll up again.

It could have so easily
been me, but it wasn't.

- Monsieur Lefevre never
forgave you either.

- That is quite
an understatement.

He made my life hell.

He hounded me out
of Sainte-Victoire.

That is why I came to Toulouse.

- So you must really hate him.

- I created his hell,
so he created mine.

- A perfect motive for murder.

- Murder?

He was murdered?

- Yes.

- Of course I hate him
for what he did to me.

But the guilt I
have for Cherise far

outweighs the hate
I have for Antoine.

I mean, murder him?
No.

I mean--

- So why were you seen
on CCTV at the reception

of Miroir de l'Ocean Beach Club
at 11:00 PM last night?

- Oh.

Bonjour again.

- I was picking
my girlfriend up from work.

- It doesn't mean
he's in the clear.

He's still our number
one suspect because we

know he was there at the time.

[phone notification tone]

- Ah, it's Charlie.

She's found out
that the coins were

not bought, but have gone
missing from Echange de Metaux.

- What does "gone
missing" mean?

- Well, I don't know,
but I should have

known they were from there.

They're the biggest internet
coin dealers in the business,

owned by a mate of mine.
- Great.

Let's go.

- So you saw them
relabeling a different wine?

- Yep.

- Local ladies?

- Yeah.

- Blimey.

What are you going
to do about it?

- Well, I tried
to talk to Judith,

but she wasn't
having any of it.

So what do we do?

Well, I suppose we have
to go to the police.

- Well, you're a braver man
than I am, Uncle Patrick.

The locals will
not take kindly to

the new English bloke
picking on a couple

of sweet old ladies.

- I've got an idea.

- Have you?

- We'd have to go back
when the shop's shut.

You up for it?

- Course I am.

- [chuckles]

- Hang on.

I know your face.

And I know your face.

And I want nothing
more to do with this

from this point onwards.

Right, can I go?

I promised Jean
I'll pick her up.

- Yeah, of course, you can.

[mysterious music]

- Nah.

[buzzing]

- Oh, Jean.

Bonjour.

- Oh, Marie, it's
good to see you.

- You're looking well, Jean.

- And you look
smashing as well.

- Oh, you're a good
liar, Jean White.

I was up late watching repeats
of Gordon Ramsay swearing

in his kitchens.

It's the only thing that gets
me off to sleep these days.

- This is my good
friend, André Caron.

- Ah, bonjour, André.

- Bonjour.

- You don't mind, do you?

Oh, that's better.

Although I've had
to switch to decaf.

Oh.

Do you know, once upon
a time, I could inhale

10 espressos and 40 G10 a day?

Now decaf and patches,
all the patches.

- It happens to us all, Marie.

Now, do you mind if we get
straight down to business?

- Of course not.

- You said in your text
to Charlie that the coins

just went missing.

- That's right.

- Well, what did you mean?

- I hadn't even noticed
they had gone missing

until I spoke to Charlie.

Mind you, I put the kettle
in the fridge last week.

My brain fog is terrible.

After I spoke to Charlie,
I went to check,

and they had gone.

- Do you know how they
could have left the shop?

- I have no idea.

Every second Monday, I get out
all the coins to clean them.

- So you cleaned
them yesterday?

- Yes, that's right.

And they were
definitely there then.

- Did anyone else visit
the shop yesterday?

- The only people
that came in all day

were my mom, who
brought my lunch,

and our online
marketing consultant.

- Marketing consultant?

And what's the name?

- Marilyn Theo.

Oh, she's an absolute godsend.

I'm terrible online.

I don't know how I'd
manage without her.

- You are a legend
Thank you so much.

We'll be in touch.

- Thank you.

- Ah, but-- well,
glad I could help.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I trust you can get in there.

- Only one way to find out.

Well, the old girls
don't seem to have

installed any alarms or CCTV.

We're in luck.

- What about the gate?

They've padlocked it.

- Some skills never leave you.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Blimey.

I've never seen one
of those before.

- I have.

I spent a summer
labeling pickled onions

when I was training.

Looks like the same machine.

- So what's the plan?

- Wait and see.

- Oh, hello, you two.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Dom.

We've got a lead.

Do you mind hanging
around here for a bit?

- No, no, no, of course.

You're worth waiting for.

- Jean.

- See you later.

- Hmm.

- Hello.

- Madame Theo, during
our earlier interview,

you referred
to Monsieur Lefevre

as wonderful, a kind
person, and a loyal friend.

- That's right.

- You also said,
regarding Hugo,

"Antoine swore he saw him
hanging around the beach club

last night.

I just thought he had
had too much to drink."

So you and Monsieur
Lefevre had been drinking

together after the party?

- Yes.

- Pardon?

- [tearfully]
I can't believe he's gone.

My darling Antoine.

- Oh, I take it that
you and Antoine were

more than just good friends?

- He was the love of my life.

- But you are married, no?

- Yes.

My husband is
my business partner.

We have a freelance
IT marketing company,

and we work as consultants
for different businesses, one

being SL2K, amongst others.

- Yes, amongst others.

You are the online consultant
for Echange de Metaux.

How long have you worked
as consultants for SL2K?

- Nearly five years.

- And your affair with Antoine?

- Almost as long.

- Going back
to Echange de Metaux--

- Look, okay.

It was me, yes.

I took the coins.

I took the coins
on Antoine's request.

I'd done it before.

He always paid eventually.

He said he had to wait till the
company's cash flow was better.

- Hang on.

I thought his
company was booming.

- No, they were
really struggling,

but sort of didn't
do anything about it.

- What do you mean?

- Personal drivers, beach club
memberships, corporate dinners,

no expense spared.

- Keeping up appearances?

- Exactly.

I was nervous taking the coins,
but it was what Antoine wanted.

And I wanted to make him happy.

- Please, tell us
exactly what happened.

- After the dinner, I surprised
Antoine with the coins.

Got you a present.

What do you think?

- Lovely.

- I thought he'd be thrilled.

But he just turned cold.

Antoine?

Said he needed to think
about our relationship.

And we--

Don't!

- might not be what
he wanted anymore.

I was so upset and shocked,
I just fled the room.

- And that was the last
time you saw him?

- Yes.

- I do not believe you.

- It's the truth.

- I suggest that Antoine
made you steal the coins.

- No!

- When he said he
didn't want you anymore,

you were so angry, you
strangled him in his sleep.

- That's ridiculous!

I was angry, yes.

But more than that, I
was utterly heartbroken.

- Which is a perfect motive.

- Please, you have to help me.

- Marilyn Theo, I'm
arresting you for the murder

of Antoine Lefevre.
- No!

- You have the right
to remain silent.

If you waive this
right, anything you say

can and will be used against
you in the court of law.

- That massage
was simply divine.

- What was it?

Swedish?

- No, hot stone,
left me all melty,

just what I needed after
the trauma of this morning.

- I must have had 100
massages, and I don't

remember a single one of them.

- How do you mean?

- I always fall asleep.

Doesn't matter
what's happening.

As soon as I lie face down
on that massage couch,

I conk straight out.

[gasping]

- Oh God.

Do-- do something.

- I don't know what to do.

I've only seen it in the films.

- Oh.

Jean, help!
Look!

Oh, God!

Oh, Doctor!

Doctor!

Please help.

My husband is choking!

Oh, how dare you!

Oh, God!

- [grunting]

[breathing heavily]

- How can I ever
repay you, Dom?

- Dominic!
Thank you.

Thank you.

- Oh, well done, you.

- I saw it on "Mrs.
Doubtfire," you know?

- Fat lot use that doctor was.

- What doctor?

- The bloke in the car.

- That's not a doctor.

That's Nicolas's driver.

- Jean, he might have
had a little shave,

but that was
categorically the doctor

that tried to save that
poor man's life on the beach

this morning.

I never forget smoldering
eyes like that.

Shame he doesn't want
to save all lives.

- Dom, we have to go now.

- Where?

- I'll tell you on the way.
Come on.

- All right.

Oh.

Can you let me go,
please, now, Jeremy?

- Huh?

- Please let me go.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

You got that.

- That was a nasty
shock, wasn't it?

- Where are we going?

- Nicolas Arles's house.

- Oh, okay.
Why?

- Something just
doesn't add up.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- So what we're looking at?

- Judith said
the bloke she saw was

that doctor, the doctor on the
beach, that Dr. Martin fella.

I saw the same bloke driving
Nicolas Arles around.

And then when Judith asked
for help, he just drove off.

- No, no, I'm not with you.

- Well, how can the doctor and
the driver be the same person?

I mean, we can't even say that
Judith was on the champagne

because it was 8
o'clock in the morning.

- Right.

- Think about it, Dom.

What if it's an almighty setup?

[gasps]

See?

I was right.

That man, stood near
the door, that's

the same man that's supposed
to have been murdered.

- Oh, my.

- I've got to message Caron.

It's all been a setup--

a fake doctor, a fake ambulance
crew, a fake hospital.

It's all been a massive setup.

- I think you
better come with us.

♪ ♪

Coffee?

- Some would say it's a little
late to be drinking caffeine.

Not something I agree with.

Some of the finest
minds have sworn

by the consumption of a good
coffee at any time of the day.

I find it helps
keep a clear head.

- And the conscience?

- Ha!

- Very good.

- Actually, I would like
a coffee, if that's okay?

- Yes.

Yeah, me too.

- Ah, waiting to see
if it was poisoned?

- No.

- I don't blame you.

I wouldn't trust us either.

[laughter]

- So what brought you
here, Madame White?

- Your doctor was recognized.

- Ah, yes.

That was very stupid of him.

- [speaking French]

- Your business partner
is a good actor, very

much the friend in mourning.

- Thank you.

- So what was the plan?

It was extremely clever.

I'd love to know
how you did it.

- I suppose it
won't do any harm,

as you two won't
be going anywhere.

- All Antoine had to do
was to row himself out

and adorn the bag
with the coins

and then wait to be discovered.

- Dr. Martin was
prepped on the beach,

and the rest ran
like clockwork.

- So the coins were
just to frame Marilyn?

- Exactly.

- But I thought you were
in love with Marilyn.

- Good grief, no.

No.

She was becoming
increasingly annoying.

So we thought we would kill
two birds with one stone.

- So the plastic bag
and the ex-boyfriend story

that was just to frame Hugo.

- Hugo killed my little girl.

She never got to live her life.

So as long as I'm alive, Hugo
will keep paying for that.

- Mm.

And that plastic bag,
quite entertaining

how it sent you and your police
friend on such a wild goose

chase.

- And to be honest, we
couldn't decide who to frame,

so we framed them both.

- But why?

- We were drowning
in debt, going under.

If we paid our bills, we would
have been left with nothing.

- And then we found a clause
in our insurance contract

that if one of us dies,
all debts would be paid.

- And the partner would
be able to carry on.

- The plan was to kill Antoine.

And then I had
a doctor friend to line

up the death certificate.

Then I would trade
for a year, sell up,

and then meet him in Barbados.

- Wow.

It all worked out.

- We thought we did,
until you got here.

Things have changed somewhat.

Well, I'm afraid
you have to go now.

- But please, finish
your coffee first.

- I'm sorry.

[banging]

- [speaking French]

- Are you both okay?

- How did you know?

- Something didn't add up
in the doctor's report.

He would not answer his phone.

So I went to the private
hospital to ask him myself.

The building turned out
to be a supermarket.

There was no
private hospital and

never has been in that area.

I knew then
something was wrong.

- Oh, André, I
have never been so

happy to see your little face.

[happy music]

♪ ♪

- What was all that
nonsense about wine

you were saying
yesterday, Patrick?

- About you getting scammed?

- Don't be ridiculous.

I really like
the Rotto sisters.

I hope you sorted it out?

- Yes.

In fact, we've got
a delivery coming any minute.

[light music]

♪ ♪

[horn beeping]

Oh, that'll be them now.

Come and join us.

Bonjour, Madame.

- Bonjour, Monsieur.

- Bonjour, Madame.

- [speaking French]

- Could you read the label
out loud for me, Gloria?

- Of course, Patrick.

[clears throat]

[speaking French]

Which means, dear
friend, this wine is not

worth the glass
it's bottled in.

- [speaking French]

♪ ♪

- And don't come back.

Don't worry.

They won't bother you again.

["Passing Through" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Passing through ♪