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Close your eyes.

- Wow, really - Mm-hm.

- Ta-da! - Oh!

Leftover wedding table favours.

Pushing the boat out, Jack.

Just keeping the magic alive.

Erm, on that note, do you fancy lunch later?

A romantic lunch with you?

- Anytime. - Romantic? Yes.

But, erm, there is something that I want to talk to you about.

- Is everything OK? - Yeah.

You seem a bit distracted.

No. I'm fine. I'll talk to you later.

Jack, could you help me with my audition

when we dock in Cape Verde?

I have a few hours off.

Oh, mate. Look, you know that I would,

but I'm taking Kate out for lunch.

Oh. No. Say no more.

- Romance comes first. - THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, Jack. Just the man.

Will you take a look at that for us, please?

Yes.

"Our Grief Cruise is your opportunity to take part

"in a transformational voyage at sea that will help foster healing."

Yeah.

It's all about celebrating the life of a dearly departed loved one.

It sounds a little bit... depressing.

CHEERING

UPBEAT MUSIC, LAUGHTER

So, she's on the grief cruise.

Well, hello, sailor.

SLURPING

# I'm going on an adventure

# And I got a feeling The sun's gonna shine

# Shine, the sun's gonna shine

# I'm in love with the ocean

# And I got a feeling I'm sailing tonight

# Tonight, I'm sailing tonight

# It's because of you

# Your love is an ember

# I'm going on an adventure With you on my mind

# I'm going on an adventure With you on my mind. #

- Out. - HE EXHALES

How long have you had this cough?

- Er... - CLEARS THROAT

A few days. Not long.

HE COUGHS

Your chest is perfectly clear.

I'd suggest a warm, salty gargle and maybe some honey.

To rub on my chest.

For soothing the throat.

Actually, er, I was considering maybe, erm,

an excursion tomorrow off the ship.

A little bit of relaxation time.

You should. Having all that responsibility for such a big ship.

Being around thousands of other people daily,

one can feel surprisingly lonely.

It would be nice

to get to spend the day with... someone.

Yes, I'm sure that would be lovely.

Er...

Well, er... Thank you.

And, erm...

- I better get back to it. - Piers.

If your cough gets any worse,

don't hesitate to come back and see me.

Will do.

I lost my husband several years ago,

but I know he wouldn't want me to be miserable.

He always used to say, "Life is for the living."

- I agree. - Oh.

That's Elsa.

She lost her husband six weeks ago.

I'm sure a chat with a handsome fellow would cheer her up.

And which handsome fellow would that be, then?

- You. - THEY CHUCKLE

Erm...

I brought you a little pick-me-up.

- This is Jack. - The ship's resident singer.

- Elsa Crabtree. - Hi.

Meet my husband, Tim.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

He always dreamed of going on a cruise.

Looks like his dream came true, didn't it?

Oh, lighten up, Elsa. It's Tim that's died, not you.

Any further incidents we need to be aware of?

No, nothing of note.

If the captain has lost control of his faculties...

Well, we don't know that.

..we will have to take appropriate action.

And report the captain for a simple mistake?

His, er, symptoms suggest a form of dementia -

unusual in a man of his years.

He's in the prime of his life.

Kate. HE SIGHS

- When your father... - Look, I...

I just think we need to keep an eye on him, OK?

UPBEAT MUSIC

- Oh! - Why, hello again.

Caribbean. Last Christmas.

Jolly Noel with his trusty camera.

I don't think we've ever met.

But hadn't you just lost your husband then?

Wasn't that your first Christmas without him?

Oh, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken.

It wasn't us, was it?

Apologies, ladies. Oh.

Please, sir. Here.

Complimentary.

My 13th cruise.

You get used to seeing the same people again and again.

I must have got confused.

No, no. Please, take a seat.

Hello, everyone, I'm Colin, your cruise director,

and I am here to...

..help you honour the memory of your loved ones.

Now, then, we hope very much

that you'll be able to join us on the grief walk later.

We'll be visiting the Mercado de Sucupira,

where you'll be able to snap up a bargain.

Also, if you're lucky, you'll be able to sample

some of the local speciality rum, grogue.

Yeah, now, that is just a sample, young lady.

- Got my eye on you, all right? - Who hasn't?

LAUGHTER

'Good morning to all our passengers.

'Disembarkation points today will be on deck six and eight.'

Morning.

Staff Captain Piers de Vreese, just doing my rounds.

Will you be joining the grief walk?

- I'm not a widower. - Oh, I see, sorry.

I am a food and drink travel writer from Spain.

I'm doing a piece on Cape Verdean rum.

I'm looking for a romantic place to eat.

Any recommendations?

Marisqueria Especialia, every time.

Super spicy steaks and beautiful melt-in-the-mouth seafood.

Sounds perfect. I'll check it out. Piers.

I've always had an interest in rum.

How it's produced so differently according to each region.

I do a little writing myself from time to time.

I've been told I have something of a flair for it.

Well, you'd be welcome to join me.

I could do with the company.

Wonderful.

'Good afternoon, everybody.

'I'm delighted to announce that we've now docked at Cape Verde.

'The sun is shining,

'and I spy a tankard of grogue with my name on it.

'Race you.'

A pensioner's grief walk.

It's hardly my idea of a day off, Jack.

Well, let's get this bit of the walk out of the way,

then we can try and find this place...

- Marisqueria Especialia? - Beg your pardon?

- No idea. - Oh, look.

Come on, now. 3,000 escudos' a fair price for that.

Ami! Oli-an. This is the finest craftsmanship on the island.

I give you the best price, guarantida.

Hey, you heard the lady.

Wind your neck in, I don't need your help.

Tilly, put your money away. You should be waving it everywhere.

Final offer. Take it or leave it.

Deal.

You really are asking for trouble drawing attention to yourself.

You suck the joy out of everything.

- Is everything OK here? - No, starchy knickers.

Just getting uptight, as usual.

I thought you'd show me

just a little bit of respect today, of all days.

Look, why don't we try and find a nice spot?

I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye to him.

Well, I'll catch up on you later.

Wouldn't want to lower the tone.

- Are you all right? - I'll just need some time.

- Take as much time as you need. - Thank you.

You think she's OK?

Best way to enjoy grogue.

Best to down it in one.

Oh, wow.

That's good stuff. Wow.

Sugar cane never tasted so sweet.

Good line for your piece. Same again.

Salud.

'..make their way to the karaoke bar on deck eight.'

Jamil!

Jamil, I'm so sorry, I did not see you down there.

I have to clean this up now.

I heard you went for the ents job.

We were laughing about it in the gym this morning.

Seems I might have some competition.

You applied, too?

Of course. Oh, you didn't hear about my circus background?

The Magnificent Musovic?

My mother, she was a very famous contortionist.

Colin didn't mention you were even in the running.

Funny, he told me the job is as good as mine.

Do you want my advice?

I would throw in the towel...

before you make a fool of yourself.

Miss you, Dad.

There you are. I was beginning to think you'd both abandoned me, too.

No sign of Tilly, then?

No. She said she'd be here when we laid Tim to rest.

But she's too busy out hunting a bargain

to be with her best friend.

Well, you wait here. We'll see if we can find her, yeah?

Well, she's probably chatting some fellow up somewhere.

Mm.

Wanna tell me what's on your mind?

You've not been yourself lately.

It's Captain Marlowe.

Have you noticed anything strange about his behaviour recently?

- No more than usual. - Look, I'm being serious, Jack.

What's happened?

The other day, he couldn't remember which country we were in.

I know the feeling.

It's not the first time he's made a mistake.

Piers thinks that we should take action.

But you don't.

Be the end of an incredible career.

I'm not sure I want that on my conscience, Jack.

ELSA SOBS, SIRENS BLARE

Elsa, don't look. Turn this way. It's all right. Come on.

Could you just keep an eye on her for me? Thank you.

What are you thinking?

These markings around her neck...

Well, it looks like she's been strangled.

Some kind of chain or something.

The police have cleared that we can head back to the ship.

- Looking a bit peaky. - I actually think he's been drinking.

I have been rum tasting with Angel, the food and drink writer.

I don't know where he's got to now.

Someone needs to inform Tilly's next of kin.

I will speak to Frankie as soon as I'm back aboard.

Right, everybody, this brief walk is over.

Come along now.

Let's look around. See what we can find.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Have a great time, guys.

I'll see you in the Carousel Theatre later.

- Thank you. - Ah, good.

Colin. Do you have a minute?

Well, I'm running late for the spa raffle, so...

Well, it's just, I heard Goran applied for the ents team.

Well, you're not the only one chasing the dream, Jamil.

And Goran does have a certain pedigree.

Oh, well, his mother's a contortionist.

Not sure that's the pedigree Colin had in mind.

Er, you didn't seriously think you'd be the only candidate, did you?

- HE CHUCKLES - No.

It's just good to know what I'm up against.

I... See you.

Pedigree?

Er, I hope you're not casting aspersions on my professionalism.

Wouldn't dream of it, Colin.

Good, because Goran's act is out of this world.

So where does that leave Jamil?

Well, nothing wrong with a bit of healthy competition.

SHE SIGHS

Did you notice anyone suspicious hanging around the market?

Well, we know she had a set-to with a stallholder over the bag.

Obviously wasn't afraid to splash the cash.

Kate. Look.

That's the bag.

Look at the strap.

It could be a match with the marks on her neck.

I think we might have just found the murder weapon.

To lose him, and now this.

40 years, we were friends. Like chalk and cheese, we were.

Only I was the old chalk.

Look, did Tilly have any enemies?

Or anyone she had a difficult relationship with, maybe.

Hmm...

Come to think of it, she did say she had a stalker.

But I just thought she was being dramatic.

That's how she was. But I feel ashamed now.

I should've been there for her, I should've looked after her.

You can't blame yourself. You've had your own issues to deal with.

Yes, but I've still got those issues.

Tim's still with me.

We're gonna find out who did this to her, OK?

My Chip would never have stood for a grief tour.

- JAMIL CHUCKLES - His send-off was wonderful.

The coffin was carried by six drag queens.

There was the Baltimore Community Gospel Choir,

and I wore a plume of pink ostrich feathers.

Come on. What's up?

Oh, no, it's... it's not important.

I just found out Goran applied for the ents job.

Goran?

The lifeguard? Buns of steel?

Yep, that's the one.

Oh.

You know, maybe I should just give up.

Now, listen, I've heard you sing in the karaoke bar.

You've the voice of an angel.

- And the way you shake that tush. - THEY LAUGH

Well, you know... # I got the moves like Jagger. #

See?

Jamil.

Why do you want to be up on that stage?

When I watch Jack perform...

I can see how he moves the audience.

Takes them to another place.

I want to entertain people, too.

Make them feel something.

You know, I've spent the best years of my life in this business,

and I don't think there's anything I don't know about it.

I love hearing your stories.

But I think I can make you a star.

I saw you talking to the police.

Is there any news?

You said you recognised Tilly from a previous cruise, didn't you?

I must have got her confused with someone else.

When you get to my age, things get mixed up in the old noggin.

I think we should talk to the stallholder,

find out what he can tell us.

Good idea. First thing.

I sell a lot of bags.

You don't expect me to remember every old lady

who thinks she don't need to pay a fair price?

Oh, so you do remember her, then?

Aye, sim. I sold her a bag, but everybody knows they're fake.

She can't complain now.

I'm not interested in fake bags.

I'm talking about murder.

Murder? Meu Deus.

Papi, I'm a stallholder. You're looking at the wrong face.

Whose face should we be looking at, then?

Porque I help you? Huh? Porque?

I run honest business.

If you call selling fake handbags honest...

Dixa-m' em, leave my stall. Don't bother me.

If you want more information,

go speak to the Englishman with the crazy shirt and camera.

He was the one following her, not me.

Assassinato. Dixa-m' em!

Noel?

I hate to say it, but he's got a point.

There's something off about the fella.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mr Jones? You left your camera in the bar.

Noel?

Are you writing a mucky story?

I've never seen you look so pleased with yourself.

Actually, I'm writing a piece on grogue for the newsletter.

Oh. Sounds fascinating.

"The aroma is multifaceted.

"There's prune, raisin, chocolate, apricot.

"And even the fire of chilli can be detected."

Oh, great. Anyhow...

"Overall, my 'rum'-inations are that this is the real deal.

'Rum'-inations. Get it?

Oh, yeah. It's a cracker, that one, Piers.

The police have found Emiliano Gonzalez's prints on the bag.

- The stallholder. - Mm-hm.

But we know he sold her the bag.

So, of course, his fingerprints are going to be all over it.

Yeah, that's the reason they released him.

But they still haven't ruled him out.

- If his prints came up on a search... - Then he's obviously got previous.

Hey, er, look what I found in Noel's cabin.

They're all shots of Tilly.

Looks like we've found Tilly's stalker.

Of course, I liked her.

Point a camera at her,

and she knew exactly what she was doing.

What if Tilly didn't know that you were pointing a camera at her?

Lovely photo of Tilly on the deck with a cocktail.

NOEL CHUCKLES Gorgeous smile.

And this one? Looking for a bargain at the market stall.

NOEL LAUGHS

Why were you taking pictures of Tilly without her consent?

Well, when you put it like that, it sounds all wrong.

That's not...

What was the last time you saw Tilly?

Because a stallholder told us that you followed Tilly

when she left the market.

Tilly had that disagreement with Elsa.

She didn't wanna go on the grief walk with her.

Too busy shopping.

So when she'd shaken Elsa off, I caught up with her.

I couldn't believe my luck.

But she wasn't interested in me.

When I declared my romantic intentions,

she just laughed.

That must have upset you?

- And maybe those hurt feelings, they turned into... - No!

I left her and came back to the ship.

I felt like an old fool.

We're going to check your return time with our security.

But if your story doesn't add up, we might need to talk to the police.

I did not kill Tilly.

How is the travel log coming?

Oh, I'm nearly there.

You can read when I'm done.

Actually, I wondered if you might look over

something I've been working on.

Of course. Let me buy you a drink.

Venezuela. I thought you said you were from Spain.

I was born in Venezuela, but I've lived my life in Spain.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

I have to take this.

Poor Noel.

Thought he'd got himself a little romantic date.

I wonder what Tilly and Elsa were arguing about.

Well, Elsa was cross because Tilly was splashing the cash.

Hey, checked the logs.

Noel returned to the ship at 1600 hours.

- So his story checks out. - That story does.

I'm still not convinced that he hadn't met Tilly previously.

Frankie, is there any way you could find out

if they were on the same cruise last Christmas to the Caribbean?

- Yeah, I can check on the system. - Thank you.

Oi, so, I have been looking into this Angel character.

- What, the food and drink guy? - So he says.

Look, I couldn't find that place he recommended.

Probably because it doesn't exist.

There is nothing online about him being a food and drink writer.

- Why would he say he was? - I don't know.

But when we were in the market together,

he plied me with hooch and then gave me the slip.

Oh.

Do you think he could be involved with Tilly's death?

He always seemed to have half an eye on her.

I don't know. I'm just saying. Maybe it's worth investigating.

So you're a detective now?

No, but I don't see you getting very far.

I just thought maybe you could use this.

Well, look, maybe Piers has got a point.

I mean, if he's lying about his job, what else is he lying about?

Well, if Kate thinks it's worth looking into, we will.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYING

- JAMIL EXCLAIMS - Stop.

HE SIGHS, MUSIC STOPS

- I give up. - HE SCOFFS

You are listening to your head,

and all the other stuff in there is getting in the way.

Now, listen to her.

What's she saying?

I can do this.

Once more, from the top.

- Sorry, am I due back on shift? - No, it's not that.

- Dance training, perhaps? - Ha. Two left feet, unfortunately.

I'm actually looking for Angel Gonzalez,

the food and travel writer.

I don't suppose you've seen him anywhere?

He mentioned he was going ashore.

- You can probably still catch him. - You're his cabin steward, right?

Notice anything unusual about him, or...?

Well, he seems like a gentleman.

- Can I borrow this? - Sure.

Right. Come on.

DOG BARKS

PHONE RINGS

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

Angel Gonzalez's cabin.

- Keep an eye out, please, Frankie. - Me? I'm not even here.

You know, I'm not really buying Piers's suspicions about Angel.

Hmm?

Is that because they're Piers's suspicions?

Nope.

Well, it is a little bit odd that, as an online food writer,

he doesn't have a profile.

Well, does that make him a killer?

Uh-huh.

Burner phones.

Now, what would a travel writer want with these?

Oh.

Well, you might find the answer in here.

Tilly.

That says "mensajero". Courier.

- Courier? - Yeah. Some dates.

Coordinates.

PHONE TONE Wait, there's an address here.

It's Piers.

Angel's left the ship.

Oh, no. Piers has gone after him.

Great

- Right. Erm...we need to go. - Yep.

GUN CLICKS

I see what you are.

Drug dealers.

- SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE - Hm.

We work for the Venezuelan National Crime Agency.

There's a deal about to go down.

A local degenerate who's part of a drugs cartel

is here to pick up a consignment, and we need to catch him in the act.

MAN WHISTLES, CAR APPROACHES

Stay out of sight and keep quiet.

Wait. That's the guy from the market stall -

the-the one that sold Tilly the bag.

He must be involved in all this.

Call Piers again.

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

MOBILE RINGS, SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

- Tranquilo, amigo. - Muestrate.

Calma.

Muestrate. Show yourself!

Come out!

What's going on, huh?

No pasa nada.

Tranquilo, tranquilo.

MEN SHOUTING, GUNSHOT

It's OK. He's a cop.

It's OK.

EXHALES HEAVILY

I'm part of an international operation

trying to bring traffickers to justice.

Guys like him are just the bottom of the food chain.

You think I'm going to talk?

This cartel is bigger than all of us.

SPITS

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Unfortunately, he's right. But I'm a man on a mission.

I can understand that.

- I know you do. - So, why was Tilly killed?

The South American gangs recruit couriers to pick up the drugs

and then smuggle them into mainland Europe.

So they've been transporting the drugs on our ships?

Yeah, a pensioner on holiday,

- you wouldn't suspect her of being a drugs mule, would you? - No.

We've had our eyes on Tilly Webster for a few months now.

I hoped she might lead us to the big fish.

We need sharp eyes everywhere.

- We could do with more guys like you. - Ha!

- He doesn't miss much, uh, this guy? - No.

So, do you think her death was related to drug trafficking?

Well, she's been mixing with some pretty dangerous people.

I owe you an apology.

I should have listened to you. You were right about Angel.

Well, actually, he kind of turned out to be

the exact opposite of what I thought he was.

Look, we've never really seen eye to eye.

And I'm tired of it. I know you are, too.

So how about we start over?

PIERS SIGHS

This doesn't mean I'm not keeping you in the olhos.

But I don't see why we can't be friends.

These couriers are fairly expendable.

If they get caught, they get caught.

There's always someone else to take their place.

It's that simple.

So, how was Tilly Webster flagged in the first place?

Frequent trips abroad to red flag destinations,

a lavish lifestyle,

no clear source of disposable income.

And check this.

Two weeks after she arrives back in the UK,

there's a large deposit of money paid into her bank account.

Any updates?

Emiliano is keeping quiet, but he'll break soon enough.

We've checked Tilly's cabin.

No evidence of any illicit contraband.

So she never got a chance to pick up the drugs?

No. We're missing something here. What about her friend Elsa?

Why, you think she's involved?

We ran a check on Tilly's travel companion.

No unexplained money in her account,

no ostentatious lifestyle.

Elsa Crabtree turned out to be of no interest to us.

Frankie, did you manage to check those passenger logs

from that Caribbean cruise Noel claims to have met them on?

Another grief cruise.

Both Tilly and Elsa were definitely on board.

Playing the grieving widows.

Elsa registered a special item of hand luggage,

an urn containing her late husband's ashes.

She told me her husband had only been dead six weeks.

So how many husbands has she actually buried?

It isn't ashes she's been carrying around in that urn.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

What are you doing with Tim?

Remind me, how long ago did Tim pass away?

Er, must be about six months ago.

You said it was six weeks.

Well, it's the grief. That's what it does to you.

Tim!

That's not Tim.

- That's Charlie. - What?

Well, I don't know how that got in there.

You asked to be alone on that grief walk.

Not because you wanted to mourn your husband,

but because you had something else to take care of.

When you boarded the ship at Southampton,

you pretended to carry his ashes, Only the urn was empty.

You'd both been given a contact at the market stall.

No names, just a time and a place.

Tilly was a colourful diversion

while the urn was filled with class A drugs.

Then you carried the urn back onto the ship with you.

The grieving widow protecting her precious cargo.

This is all nonsense.

I'm in mourning, and look how you're treating me.

ANGEL BANGS TABLE

We've offered Emiliano Goncalves a plea deal.

It's only a matter of time before he talks.

Well, it was Tilly's idea.

She met this bloke in the Caribbean, and he said it'd be easy pin money.

And if Tilly hadn't have been quite so greedy,

you might never have been caught.

We are supposed to be two old biddies

that no-one would ever look at twice.

You're putting this whole operation in danger.

- Don't be ridiculous. - We're in the drug trade.

We should be enjoying all the spoils.

And look at the state of you -

the hair, the clothes, the make-up, or lack of.

Oh, you know the rules.

This reckless extravagance needs to stop.

Since when were you calling all the shots?

- Oh, that's it. I've had enough. - Well, so have I!

Ow! Get... off! Off!

GAGGING

We haven't got the DNA results back yet,

but you're all over that bag, and you know it.

Well, she was my best friend. She was vain and foolish.

She always thought she'd find love one day.

She even liked that idiot. I had to warn her off.

So that's why she kept rejecting me.

I thought I was being a silly old fool.

- It's OK, Noel. - Come on, let's go.

I wanted to say thank you before I left.

You're not going to try and recruit Piers before you go, are you?

Or you. You must miss it.

I do.

But my place is here.

Say farewell to Piers for me. I only wish good things for him.

Me too.

Your blood pressure seems normal now,

but it's good that we got you checked over.

You're very brave for taking on a criminal mastermind.

SCOFFS

He turned out to be more of a police officer than a criminal mastermind.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Piers is James Bond. I like it.

- You like the James Bond movies? - Mm-hm.

I've seen all 27, at least four times each.

- What about you? - I think you mean all 26.

One does not count the original Casino Royale.

No? Surely that's the best one.

I've heard of people who will watch all of them back to back.

Sounds like fun.

I wonder...

Yes?

Would you like to watch one together, maybe, sometime?

How's Noel holding up?

Heartbroken.

- His last chance at love snatched away. - Mm.

Could have all been so different if he and Tilly got together.

Gotta grab what you can before it's too late.

Yeah. I guess so.

This business with Marlowe -

whatever you decide, I'll support you.

- In the meantime, I... - This is between us.

- Go do your thing. - HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

His voice is so smooth, you won't even feel the motion of the ocean.

Well, unless you've had one too many cocktails, that is.

Hey, I'm looking at you.

Please put your hands together for the wonderful Mr Jack Grayling.

'This Love'

# I was so high I did not recognise

# The fire burning in her eyes

# The chaos that controlled my mind

# Whispered goodbye As she got on a plane

# Never to return again

# But always in my heart

# This love has taken its toll on me

# She said goodbye

# Too many times before

# And her heart is breaking In front of me

# And I have no choice

# Cos I won't say goodbye any more

# Whoa, oh, oh

# Whoa, oh, oh

# Whoa, oh, oh

# I tried my best To feed her appetite

# Keep her coming every night

# So hard to keep her satisfied

# Oh, kept playing love Like it was just a game

# Pretending to feel the same

# Turn around and leave again

# But uh-oh

# This love has taken its toll on me

# She said goodbye

# Too many times before

# And her heart is breaking In front of me

# And I have no choice

# Cos I won't say goodbye any more

# Whoa, oh, oh

# Whoa, oh, oh

# Whoa, oh, oh

# I'll fix these broken things

# Repair your broken wings

# And make sure Everything's all right

# My pressure on your hips

# Sinking my fingertips

# Into every inch of you

# Cos I know That's what you want me to do

# This love has taken its toll on me

# She said goodbye

# Too many times before

# And her heart is breaking In front of me

# And I have no choice Cos I won't say goodbye any more

# This love has taken its toll on me

# She said goodbye

# Too many times before

# And her heart is breaking In front of me

# And I have no choice

# Cos I won't say goodbye Any more. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

'Ladies and gentlemen,

'we have now arrived in Valletta, capital of Malta.'

How about it, gents? Little scavenger hunt around Valletta?

Black or red, double or nothing.

Come on, bro. It's a man-or-mouse moment.

Hello, and welcome for this award-winning scavenger hunt.

- Hey! Good luck, Chrissy boy. - Look.

So it wasn't a robbery gone wrong, then?

Charlotte? What are you doing here?

Marlowe is in no fit state to be in charge of this ship.

The safety of the ship is at stake.

# You thought you'd run away now

# From the troubles in your life

# And watch a new horizon In the sky

# Now the truth's caught up with you

# Forever

# It's waiting for you

# In the deep blue. #