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Close your eye.

Oh, really?

Mm -hmm.

Ta -da!

Oh!

Leftover wedding table favour.

Pushing the boat out, shall I?

Just keeping the magic alive.

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

A romantic lunch with you?

Any time.

Romantic, yes, but, um, there is something that I want to talk to you

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, you know that I would, but I'm taking Kate out for lunch.

Oh, no, say no more.

Romance comes first.

Oh, Jack, just a man.

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

Yeah.

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.

Well, she's on the grief cruise.

Well, I know a thing.

I'm going on an adventure and I got a feeling the sun's gonna shine.

I'm in love with the ocean and I got a feeling I'm sailing tonight.

How long have you had this cough?

A few days.

Not long.

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, I was considering maybe...

An excursion tomorrow off the ship. A little bit of relaxation time.

You should, having all the 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.

Yeah.

I'm sure that would be lovely.

Uh... Well, uh, thank you.

And, um... I'd better get back to it.

Pierce?

If you're copious 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.

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?

I brought you a little pick -me -up.

This is Jack.

The ship's resident singer.

Elsa Prattree. Hi.

Meet my husband, Tim.

I am very sorry for your loss.

He always dreamed of going on a cruise.

Looks like your 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... Or we don't know that.

We will have to take appropriate action.

And report the captain for a simple mistake.

His symptoms suggest a form of dementia.

Unusual in a man of his years.

He's in the prime of his life.

Kate, I...

When you're a father... Look, I just think we need to keep an eye on him,

Oh, why, hello again.

Can I be it? 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.

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.

And 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 Scucupira, 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, grog.

Yeah, now that is just a sample, young lady. Got my eye on you, all right. Who

hasn't?

Mr. Captain Pierce de Vries, just doing my rounds.

Will you be joining the grief walk?

I'm not a widower.

Oh, I see. Sorry.

I'm 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?

Maresqueria Especialia, every time.

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

Sounds perfect.

I'll check it out.

Please.

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 30.

The sun is shining, and I spy a tankard of grog 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, and then we can try and find this place.

Maricaria, especially a real one. Thank you, Pop.

No, I didn't.

Oh, look. Come on, now.

3 ,000 escudos, a fair price for that. Oh, my. Oh, yes. This is the finest

craftsmanship on the island. I give you the best price.

Guaranteed. Hey, you heard the lady.

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

Tilly, put your money away. You shouldn't be waving it everywhere.

Final offer. Take it or leave it.

Dear, darling.

You really are asking for trouble, drawing attention to yourself. You suck

joy out of everything.

Is everything okay here? No, starchy liquors. Just getting uptight, as usual.

Well, I thought you'd show me just a little bit of respect today, of all

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. I wouldn't want to lower the tone.

All right.

I'll just need some time.

Take as much time as you need.

Best way to enjoy grog?

I stood down and I won.

Wow.

That's good stuff.

Sugar cane never tasted so sweet.

Good line for your piece.

Same again.

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

I don't have to clean this up now.

I heard you went up for the ends 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 Musovich?

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.

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.

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

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

Want to tell me what's on your mind?

You've not been yourself lately.

It's Captain Marlow.

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.

It'll be the end of an incredible career.

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

What are you thinking?

These markings are on 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?

Have a great time, guys. I'll see you in the Carousel Theatre later.

Thank you.

Colin,

do you have a minute?

Well, I'm running late for the spa raffle, so... Well, it's just I heard

applied for the entity.

Well, you're not the only one chasing the dreams, you're male.

And Goran does have a certain pedigree.

Well,

his mother's a contortionist. Not sure that's the pedigree Colin had in mind.

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

No.

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

See you.

Pedigree?

I hope you're not casting aspersions on my professionalism. I wouldn't dream of

it, Colin.

Good, because Goran's acted out of this world.

So where does that lead you now?

Nothing wrong with a bit of healthy competition.

Did you notice anyone suspicious hanging around the market?

Well, we know she had a tattoo with a straw holder over the bag.

Obviously, she wasn't afraid to splash the cash.

Hey, look.

That's the bag.

Look at the strap.

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

I think we might just have found the murder weapon.

To lose Tim and now this.

Forty 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?

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 have been there for her. I should have looked

after her.

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

still got those issues.

Tim's still with me.

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

My chip would never have stood for a grief to her.

His send -off was wonderful.

The coffin was carried by six drag queens.

There was a Baltimore community gospel choir.

And I wore a plume of pink ostrich feathers.

Come on.

What's up?

Oh, no.

Not important.

I just found out Goran applied for the Ent's job.

Goran? The lifeguard?

Burns of steel?

Yep. The one.

Oh.

You know, maybe I should just give up.

No, listen. I've heard you sing in the karaoke bar.

He's the voice of an angel.

By the way, you shake that tush.

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

See?

Jamil, why do you want to be up on that stage?

When I watch Jeff perform, I can see how he moves the audience.

Take 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 story.

I think I can make you a star.

I saw you talking to the police.

Is there any news?

You said you recognized 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 your noggin.

I think we should talk to the stallholder.

Find out what you can tell her.

Good idea.

First thing.

I sent a lot of bags.

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. See, I sold her a bag. But everybody knows they're fake. She can't

now. I'm not interested in fake bags.

I'm talking about murder.

Murder? Dios, Dios.

Poppy, I'm a stallholder.

You're looking at the wrong face.

Whose face should we be looking at, then?

What can I help you, huh?

Why? I run honest business.

If you call selling fake handbags honest... Leave my stuff. Don't bother

you want more information, go speak to the Englishman with the crazy shirt and

camera. He was the one following her. Not me.

Assassinato. No.

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

There's not enough about that fella.

Left your camera in the bath.

No one...

You writing a mucky story?

Never seen you look so pleased with yourself.

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

Oh, sounds fascinating.

The aroma is multifaceted. There's prune, raisin, chocolate, apricot, and

the fire of chili can be detected.

Oh, great.

Anyhow... Overall, my ruminations are that this is the real deal. Rumination.

Get it?

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

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

They're still held then?

We know he sold her the bag, so of course his fingerprints have gone to be

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... And he's obviously got previous.

Look what I found in North Cabot.

They're all shots of Tilly.

Looks like we've found Tilly's dogger.

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.

Gorgeous smile.

And this one?

Looking for a bargain at the market, doll.

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... When was the last time you saw Tilly?

Because the stallholder told us that you followed Tilly and she left the market.

Tilly had that disagreement with Elsa.

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

Too busy shopping.

So, when she'd shaken Elsa off, I'd 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's the travelogue 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.

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, check the logs. No return 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.

Not a 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.

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.

I give up.

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 jubilant?

No, it's not that.

Dance training, perhaps?

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 could 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.

Angel Gonzales, heaven.

Keep an eye out, please, Frankie.

Me? I'm not even here.

You know, I'm not really buying paper for suspicions about Angel.

Is that because their peers is 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?

Burner phones.

Now, what would a travel writer want with these?

Oh.

Well, you might find the answer in here.

Tilly.

That says Mensa Hero.

Courier.

Courier.

Yeah. Some dates.

Coordinates.

Wait, there's a dress here.

It's Piers.

Angel's left the ship.

Oh, no.

Piers has gone after him.

Great.

Right, um, we need to go.

Yep.

I see what you are.

Drug dealers.

We work for the Venezuela

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.

Stay out of sight. And keep quiet.

Wait.

That's the guy from the market stall.

That's the one that's held Teddy to back.

He must be involved in all this.

Carl Pears again.

Come out.

What's going on?

It's okay, he's a cop.

It's okay.

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.

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

them into mainland Europe.

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

Yeah. A pensioner on holiday. You wouldn't suspect Serena Choksmil, would

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.

He doesn't miss much, eh, 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 that.

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?

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

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, lavish lifestyle, no clear

source of disposable income.

I checked it.

Two weeks after she arrives back in the UK, there's a large deposit of money

paid into her bank account.

Any updates?

Emiliano's 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?

Where do 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? No claims to have met them up.

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.

What are you doing with Tim?

Remind me, how long ago did Tim pass away?

Must be about six months ago.

You said it was six weeks.

Come on, it's the grief.

That's what he 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

husband, but because you had something else to take care of.

When you boarded the ship at Southampton, you pretended to carry his

Only the urn was empty.

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

No name, just a time and a playground.

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.

We've offered Emiliano Goncalves a plea deal.

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

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, he 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 spoilers. And look at

state of you. The hair, the clothes, the makeup, 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.

We haven't got the DNA results back yet, but you're all over that bag, and you

know it.

But she was my best friend.

She was vain and foolish.

She always thought she'd find love one day.

She even, like that idiot, had to warn her off.

So that's why she kept rejecting me.

I thought I was being a silly old fool.

It's okay, Mel.

Come on, let's go.

I wanted to say thank you before I left.

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

Or you.

You must miss it.

I do.

On my place with her.

Say farewell to Pears 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.

You've turned out to be more of a police officer than a criminal mastermind.

Here's this James Bond.

I like it.

You like the James Bond movies?

Mm -hmm. 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.

It would all be so different if he and Tilly got together.

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

Yeah, I guess so.

It's business with Marlowe.

Whatever you decide, I'll support you.

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

Go do your thing.

Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, his voice is so smooth, you won't even feel

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 Grayley!

I was so high I did not recognize 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.

Cause I won't say goodbye anymore.

I tried

my best to feed her appetite.

Keep her coming every night.

It's hard to keep her satisfied.

It was just a game.

Pretend it should feel the same.

It's every...

How about it, Jen? A little scavenger hunt around Valletta. Black or red,

or nothing.

Come on, bro.

Man -o -mouth moment.

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

boy.

Look. So it wasn't a robbery gone wrong then?

Charlotte, what are you doing here?

Marlowe is in Norfolk State to be in charge of this ship. The safety of the

is at stake.