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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. #