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Would you like some more, Kedri?

No, thank you.

Seems a rather interesting letter.

It's from my Aunty Pad.

Oh, the one who runs a B&B?

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

Oh.

And she's invited us to the Grand Gala reopening.

Really?

An evening of champagne and sophistication with the theme of the 1920s.

Oh, it sounds wonderful.

I can't wait to see this place.

Then she goes on to say,

can we help with the painting, decorating and getting the place ship-shape?

Well, she's asking rather a lot.

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

Oh, sorry, what's that?

An annual survey of the most prestigious hotels in Britain.

She really is pushing the boat out.

Yes?

Oh, no, no, nothing.

Oh.

Oh, gosh.

Right.

Um, well, thank you for the most delicious Kedjari.

Hmm.

Have a good day.

You too.

How do you fancy a trip to the seaside?

Oh, gosh.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, gosh.

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I thought it would be a nice surprise for you.

Well, it's definitely a surprise.

We're very keen to get to work, Inspector,

so you can have more time with your wife.

Oh, this place is amazing.

I've seen pictures of the seaside,

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

What, Brenda, you've...

you've never actually been to the seaside before.

Well, my mum died when I was seven.

We never got to go on holidays.

Ahoy there, landlubbers.

Oh, Auntie Pat.

Hello, hello, hello.

You must be Isabel.

Oh, how lovely.

How lovely to put a face to that melodious voice.

Lovely to meet you.

Auntie Pat, how are you?

Marvellous, darling.

But what's happened to you, your skin and bone?

Aren't you feeding him?

Oh, I do give him three square mils a day.

I'm only teasing.

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

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

searching for the chocolate profiteroles.

We used to call him Edgar the Chocolate Heffalump.

Don't tell me.

Father Brown.

And Sergeant Goodfellow.

And, um, Brenda.

Hi.

It's nice to meet you.

We're here to help in any way that we can.

Oh, you know this is manna.

Manna from heaven.

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

I see you've been picking wildflowers.

Yes, well, they make very nice, er, table decorations.

Right.

Let us get you all checked in.

Follow me.

Come along, you chocolate Heffalump.

Raymond?

Raymond?

Raymond?

Raymond!

Yes, dear.

That is my name.

Thank you for reminding me.

When are you going to hang this picture up?

I am rather busy trying to organise a gala dinner.

If you didn't spend so much time arguing,

you might actually be ready by now.

Mrs. Parkinson.

Oh, my word.

Who is this?

Well, here's Edgar.

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

May I introduce Raymond and Cynthia,

my deputy managers who have worked here for 30 years.

In fact, they met and married here.

Oh, isn't that nice?

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

Yes, I'll sort that.

So, tonight, we are having a rehearsal of the 1920s-themed dinner.

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

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

Window cleaning, gardening.

I could help with that.

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

Oh.

Well, come along.

Yes.

Raymond?

What is all this mess?

Mr. Crabtree, he won't do any more work until he's been fully paid.

Fine.

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

Yes, put those flowers in water before they wilt.

Yes, Mrs. Parker.

Three and four.

She's such a character, Aunty Pat.

No-one would argue with that.

Although, did she seem a bit peaky?

Peaky? What do you mean?

I wish she was leaning on reception.

Just a bit fragile.

Well, Aunty Pat's as fragile as a Sherman tank.

If you say so.

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

Yes.

What's supposed to be our honeymoon, not a parish outing.

I know.

But we will spend more time together.

Once we've got through all our jobs.

Do you think I should wear these earrings tonight?

Yes.

You didn't even look at them.

Because I'm busy organising tonight's dinner, tomorrow night's garbler, and we've got an inspector coming.

Well, well, well, well.

This place hasn't changed a bit.

It's practically a museum.

Max Fisher.

Raymond.

Cynthia.

How are you?

We're fine.

We're good, actually.

Mrs. Parkinson has made us deputy manager.

Oh.

Well.

That's something, I suppose.

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

Sorry, Max.

We're not open until next week.

We've just got friends and family staying.

I worked here for seven years.

I think that makes me family.

Well, Father, there was some very enthusiastic pruning.

Sharp shears.

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

What are you doing here?

I'm just checking into your most expensive room.

Oh, Edgar, don't you look smart.

Yes, do come and sit down.

Now then, Auntie Pat.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, I'm always all right.

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

I thought as much.

Glad to hear it.

Shall I show the guests in, Mrs. Parkinson?

Oh, yes, yes.

Come one, come all.

Straight slow.

Straight slow.

Where would you like me to sit?

Um, just on the other side of Edgar.

And then we can fight over him.

Please, everybody else, just sit wherever you like.

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

Well, we are serving a three-course dinner, followed by petit fours and, er, lots of profiteroles.

Oh, good news for you, Mr. Eiffelope.

Er, thank you, Miss Palmer.

Father Brown?

Champagne?

Well, that is a very easy question to answer.

Yes, please.

Oh, quickly.

Yes, yes.

Quickly.

Get out of practice, Raymond.

Max.

Oh, I had a feeling that you might join us.

Please, er, make yourself comfortable.

Over there.

Would you like me to serve?

Yes, of course.

No, no, no, dear.

Silver service.

And the table.

Madame et monsieur, the Palace Hotel has stood on this site for nigh on 70 years, constantly battled by the cruel sea.

But the sea yields up treasure, and you will taste that treasure in our brulee bays.

Bon appétit.

Please do start.

I can't bear cold food.

Right.

It's, um...

How is it for you, Father?

It tastes very much of the sea.

It's extremely salty.

What?

But I...

I can't think why it would be.

I was terribly careful with the seasoning.

I mean...

None for me.

This is all you're doing, isn't it?

That's a very serious accusation.

Would you care to repeat it?

Oh, actually, I...

I might have put too much salt in.

Ah, yes.

Too many cooks.

Well, let's hope you get things sorted.

Before the inspector gets here.

How do you know about that?

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

Yes?

Mr. Wendell.

Remember your old work colleague, Max Bishop?

He's been seen, wandering round town.

Yes.

I know.

Just remember, I got rid of you once before.

And I can get rid of you again.

Mrs. Parkins!

Nice to see you.

Sergeant Oldham.

How are Julia and the little ones?

Not so little now, I imagine.

We're all very well, thank you.

Good.

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

And I'll see you all tomorrow.

Good luck.

You're going to need it.

Aunty Pat.

I should never have risen to the bait.

I'm, uh, going to leave you now in the capable hands of Cynthia and Raymond.

Good night.

I do hope Aunty Pat's all right.

That man really seemed to upset her.

Well, she's a tough old thing.

She certainly gives as good as she gets.

She does.

What's that?

It's a bucket.

Ah, underneath it.

Oh!

Ugh!

Thank you, Father.

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

Indeed.

I suspect he was hit over the head, the blunt object, before being buried as the tide came in.

That is my hypothesis.

What about that dark stain on his forehead? Any idea what that is?

Inspector, I'm sure you do a marvellous job in your leafy little village, but you leave things to us, eh, Ian?

Enjoy your holiday.

Any idea who killed him?

Technically, that would be the sea, which also did a very good job of washing away most of the evidence.

Hello. What's going on?

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

No, Mr Bishop.

Max!

Sergeant Oldham?

Yes, Father.

There's a champagne bottle in this bin.

And?

It's unopened.

It's bloodstained.

And it comes from the Palace Hotel.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your cooperation thus far.

We believe the murder took place between 8 o'clock, when Mr Bishop was dining here, and midnight, when the tide was high.

I need to know all of your movements after 8.

Well, I was serving dinner to these good people here, and then, at about 9 o'clock, I locked up and went briefly outside to inspect the grounds.

Can anyone corroborate your version of events?

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

Every single second?

Mostly. We worked together. We went outside together.

Then we went to bed just after 10.

10.

Mrs Parkinson!

What?

Yes?

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

Stormed? I went upstairs to make a list of all the jobs that needed doing before today's inspection.

So now, can we please get a move on, aren't you, Pat?

Well, it doesn't look good if you lose your temper.

Oh.

Patricia Parkinson!

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

On what grounds?

There were two sets of fingerprints on the murder weapon.

A bottle of champagne, a bottle of champagne, Mr Bishop himself, and Mrs Parkinson's.

Well, yes, it was my champagne, but because it came from my cellar.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you say may be given in evidence.

This way, please.

This is ridiculous!

I don't think they'd be happy with a relative barging into the station.

Although they might allow a visit from a priest.

Tell me about Mr Bishop.

Well, 30 years ago, I sacked him.

He worked at the hotel as a bellboy, and I found he was stealing from the guest's room.

You know, in the hotel industry.

That's a mortal sin.

So, a man who bears a grudge on you walks in when the hotel is in trouble.

Things aren't going very well, are they?

No.

No, we are.

We are at rock bottom.

I've taken out loan after loan, and if things don't improve, then the bank will take the hotel.

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

Er, well, yes.

One last roll of the dice.

Was anyone else upset at Mr Bishop's reappearance?

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

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

Cynthia, Raymond and Max.

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

Were Mr and Mrs Wendell married at that point?

No.

It was only after Max left that Raymond popped the question.

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

but to seduce Cynthia.

Why do you say that?

Well, yesterday, when I was preparing the buoy baths,

I could hear Max and Raymond arguing.

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

Your aunt is bearing up.

Of course she is. She's as strong as not.

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

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

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

Right, Mrs Parkinson's left her to do this. Would you like me to type it up?

No, Raymond. We actually have to do something.

What time is Mavis getting here?

Mavis left a note. She's resigned.

Oh, no.

Right, I've managed to sort those wonky tables out and we swept all the floors.

Is there anything else we can do to help?

No. We're beyond help.

The best thing now would be to board up all the doors and hang a condemned sign outside.

Hello. How are we getting on?

We're about to give up completely.

What?

Cancelling this evening and telling Andersons we're not ready.

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

Yes, but she's not here.

And it was always her hand on the tiller that steered us through the rocks.

Mrs Parkinson's been your employer for 30 years.

Yes. I'm sure she hoped that if she had to step back, you would step forward.

We also have a financial difficulty.

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

Fine. I'll go down to the market.

I'll come with you.

And I can service some rooms. I've worked in hotels before.

I can do some cooking.

Can I be your sous-chef?

Of course.

I shall polish the silver.

I will assist.

Am I right in saying you have worked here since the 1920s?

Mm-hm.

You and Cynthia and Max.

Sorry.

Allow me.

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

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

No, of course not.

No?

No.

We were pals.

Back then, the three of us, we were the...

Well, they were the happiest times of my life.

Yes, Max was sacked for stealing, but not for...

Not for stealing my girlfriend.

You overheard yesterday having an argument with Mr Bishop.

Hmm.

You said, and I quote,

Leave her alone, please.

Just leave her alone.

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

No?

When Max arrived, he said some rather nasty things about Mrs Parkinson,

so I let him settle into his room,

and when he came downstairs, I told him to stop.

Leave her alone.

What did he say to that?

He told me to face the facts.

The palace hotel is doomed, and he's the only one who could save it.

What do you think he meant?

I don't know.

I told him I didn't want to hear it,

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

Thank you, Miss Palmer.

Most helpful.

Whoa.

Who could afford a room like this?

That is what we are here to find out.

Mr Bishop claimed he came here to save the palace,

and I'm keen to find out how.

What's this?

Oh.

Plans for the hotel.

Divided into eight flats.

So that's his game.

He's a property developer.

Look.

Meet me at Brandreth Bay, nine o'clock.

That's the beach where they found him.

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

I should probably make the bed.

The inspector will come in here.

Good idea.

What's this?

Ah, yes.

I know whose ear that belongs to.

Right, here we are.

Enough fish to start your own aquarium.

Oh, Edgar, you've saved the day.

You always do.

Right, well, can I suggest I'll read out the recipe and allocate jobs as I go?

No, Raymond.

No.

Just no, Raymond.

Would you like to help me with the windows?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Yes.

You all right, Mrs. Wendell?

Yes.

Just a little bit stressed.

We've got this rather complicated boo-a-bays to make, which means that we have fish to fill it,

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

That does seem a Herculean effort.

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

You might try making things people like to eat.

Oh.

Oh, yes, you're right.

We could change the menu.

Oh, fish pie.

Everyone loves fish pie.

Mrs. Wendell, may I have a word?

Yes.

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

Yes, I can see.

Must put an awful strain on your marriage.

Marriage?

What's that?

They used to be married once.

I mean, I do love Raymond.

It's just we're married to the hotel.

I noticed you have separate rooms.

Well, yes.

Separate lives, actually.

Was it ever a happy marriage?

We were happy.

Before we were married.

When it was just the three of us.

Me, Raymond, and Max.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Bishop.

Did you notice yesterday he was last into dinner

because I believe he was in the kitchen

over-salting the bouillabaisse?

I think so.

But you took responsibility for his sabotage.

It seems strange.

Unless you felt in some way responsible.

I read the papers, you see.

And I knew Max had done very well for himself.

So I wrote and told him we were in trouble.

And was there any chance of alone?

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

He'd just come to humiliate us.

What did you do to stop him?

Nothing.

I just tried to avoid him.

And yet...

I found this...

by his bed.

All right.

When Raymond went round to speak with him,

I sneaked into his room to look round.

I imagine you saw his plans

to turn the hotel into flats.

I did.

And I was just staring at them, horrified.

And Max came in and grabbed me.

So that must be when I lost the earring.

I see.

He said this place had destroyed him

and now he's going to destroy it.

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

Only small amounts.

So no-one knew.

But Mrs Parkinson found out and she called the police.

I don't suppose you remember the name

of the arresting officer.

What can I say?

He was a wrongman.

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

Ah.

Except...

I've spoken to Scotland Yard.

Max Bishop has no criminal record whatsoever.

So, you let him go

but told everyone you'd charged him.

It was a long time ago.

I don't exactly recall.

Mr Bishop remembered you vividly.

He asked after your wife and children.

I imagine 30 years ago

you had a young family

and not much money.

Perhaps we should talk to his senior officer, Father.

All right.

He did offer me a certain sum.

But believe me

it was hard getting by in five pound a week.

You took a bribe from a criminal suspect.

Max said he'd leave town

and never darken our doors again.

I really don't see what the harm was.

Sergeant Oldham

many people would say

that punishment

can be a valuable life lesson.

A lesson you failed

to teach Max Bishop.

Now.

I think you've had more than enough time

to question my aunt.

Well.

That was the worst holiday

I've ever had.

Auntie Pat,

we need to have a talk.

No, I need to get back to the hotel.

Raymond and Cynthia,

they can't make a decision without me.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Why didn't you tell me

that the hotel was in difficulty?

It isn't.

The palace is a luxury ocean liner.

It just so happens

that it's floating

in a sea of mediocrity.

Yes.

And its suppliers have told me

they think it could be about to sink.

Yes, well,

things are a bit grim,

but I believe

that we're just about

to turn a corner.

And I realise

that I have been saying that

for several years.

Yes.

Yes, and you've been working yourself

18 hours a day now.

Do you think that can be good for you?

If I didn't work,

I wouldn't know what to do.

Know how hard it is

to abandon a place

that you've loved and cherished

for your whole life

for 50 years.

And besides,

it means a lot to you.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Whenever your parents

used to have a bit of difficulties,

then they got me

to look after you

at the palace.

It was home away from home.

Auntie Pat,

it's not the palace

I care about.

It's just a pile of bricks and mortar

and some very comfortable bedding.

The woman who runs it,

I love her.

I rather worry

that she's not looking

after herself properly.

Well,

she's

rather fond of you.

Edgar,

I have no choice.

I just have to keep going.

So will you kindly

take me back

to the luxury liner

before the management

managed to sink it?

There you go.

What do you think?

Oh,

it's magnificent.

Oh,

have you thought about

a career in interior design?

Oh,

not really.

Thank you,

though.

If I spend one more moment

in that kitchen,

I think I'm going to melt.

Agreed.

Oh,

oh,

this is extraordinary.

Oh,

it feels like

we've gone back in time

to the glory days.

Oh,

managed to get rid

of all the mould

and the mess.

And our most annoying guest

has kicked the bucket.

But don't mention

any of that

to the man from Anderson's.

Hello.

Hello.

And you are?

Timothy Moon.

The man from Anderson's.

Mr Moon.

Mr Moon,

please.

Please forgive my wife's

peculiar sense of humour.

Well,

I can forgive most things,

but what I do not appreciate

is being made to wait

at the station.

Where was Mrs Parkinson,

who's been badgering me

for the past six months?

Mrs Parkinson?

Mrs Parkinson?

Not well.

Very,

very not well.

Her glands have swollen up

like...

Watermelons.

There's quite enough

about my glands.

Hello,

I'm Patricia Parkinson.

Timothy Moon.

Mr Moon,

you would not believe

the day that I've had.

Are you ready

for the grand tour?

I must get my clipboard.

Well,

you've certainly made

some unexpected choices.

Yes,

it's better than I expected.

It is splendid.

All of them?

Oh,

well,

we must leave some

to the inspector,

but...

there.

Raymond!

Raymond!

What is it, dear?

Why haven't you hung up

that picture?

Because I'm in the middle

of trying to...

All right,

I'll do it.

Bringing us back

to the dining room,

which tonight

is the gateway

for the Roaring Twenties.

Would Sir care

for a canapé?

If I must.

Champagne?

Well,

I wouldn't like

to impair

my critical faculties,

but,

um,

just to be polite.

I'd like to thank you

to the palace.

Here you come.

Yes?

This is not

the lump fish roe,

this is actual

caviar.

Indeed.

Most palatable.

I must say,

it does go down

nicely.

Oh,

please.

Do have another one.

Um,

um...

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome,

one and all,

to the palace.

This hotel

has been standing here

for 70 years,

buffeted,

of course,

by waves

and wind,

but able

to survive

the ravages

of time.

Mr. Wendell,

would you spare

five minutes?

anyone would build

a hotel

right by the sea,

but,

of course,

people like us

like to live

on the edge

where the land

is at sea.

I was intrigued

by the photograph

of you both

outside the hotel

in 1953.

Your hair

was much

greyer then.

Would I be right

in thinking

that you use

hair dye?

That is a very

personal question,

Father.

Well,

yes,

but when they

found Mr. Bishop's

body,

there was a dark

stain on his

temple.

Could that

stain

have been

from hair dye?

From the person

who buried him?

He sent you

a note,

didn't he?

Meet me at

Brandreth Bay

at nine o'clock.

Why would you go?

What do you think

you're doing?

We don't need you

to save the hotel.

We're perfectly

happy as we are.

Raymond,

I'm sorry

if I've upset

everyone.

I was angry

at the way

Mrs. Parkinson

treated me.

Were you perhaps

hoping to turn

back the clock?

What do you

mean by that?

At first,

I thought

Mr. Bishop

was having an

affair with your

wife.

But no,

I suspect

not with her.

I don't know

what you're

implying.

Your wife

confirmed

that you have

separate bedrooms,

separate lives.

and the champagne

would suggest

some sort

of celebration.

Do you remember

our midnight

picnics on the

beach?

Yes.

Lying in the

sandies.

How could I

forget?

You will

help me,

won't you,

Raymond?

Of course.

I knew you

wouldn't let

me down.

You never

did.

Max,

I would do

anything for

you.

Do you

really think

I would give

a second look

at a worn-out

old worm

like you?

Then what?

You're going

to help me

destroy this

place,

or I will

tell the

whole world

what you

really are,

including

your sad,

neglected,

lonely little

wife.

Mr. Bishop

sought to

use his

power over

you.

But things

spiraled out

of control,

didn't they?

Now you had

a new problem,

his body.

luckily some

children have

been digging

a hole in

the sand,

which was

almost the

right size.

I did not

mean to kill

him.

I would be

the last person

to condemn

anyone for

falling in

love.

But in order

to spare

people's

feelings,

you have

been living

your life

in the

shadows,

living a

lie,

which has

not brought

happiness to

you or

your wife.

What am I

meant to

do then?

How do I

get out of

this mess?

There is one

course of

action which

will in time

bring you

peace.

You must

confess.

Ask for

God's

forgiveness.

and take

the

consequences

of your

actions.

Mr. Moon,

you really

must try

our famous

bouillabaisse.

Is it

really necessary?

Well,

it's seasoned

with 22

different herbs

and spices.

Is it

indeed?

Cynthia,

the bouillabaisse.

Actually,

Mrs.

Parkinson,

we decided

not to

make

bouillabaisse.

What?

We thought

rather than

follow a

hundred-year-old

recipe,

that we

would go

to the

market

and see

what was

in season.

And what

little

delicacies

did you

find there?

Oh,

scallops

so fresh

they fell

out of

their shells.

Silver

mackerel,

pink

lobster.

So we

made a

fish pie.

Here you

go.

Bon appétit.

Well,

it does

sound

intriguing,

but the

proof of

the pudding.

Mrs.

Parkinson,

From your description, I expected this to be a dusty, fusty, old-fashioned establishment.

But you've done wonders with this place.

Décor that lets the light in and the finest fish pie I've ever tasted.

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

This place is the future of British hospitality.

Welcome to Anderson's Hotel Guide.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful.

Oh, aunt, congratulations.

We've got into the guide. Everything we've worked for all these years.

That's wonderful, darling, but it's all down to you.

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

What do you mean?

Sergeant Oldham, may...

Yes, Mr. Weindel.

There's something I need to confess.

Right, then.

Ready for the off.

I think so.

Have you enjoyed your trip to the seaside?

Spent most of it with a feather duster in me hand, but I do love this place.

Thank you for everything.

You must come and visit us in Kembleford.

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

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

Oh, yes?

Yes.

Well, Mr. Moon has written us such a glowing review that I'm quite confident that the palace will survive.

Oh, of course it will.

So, therefore, I've decided to step down and give the baton to Cynthia, who I think you'll agree was more than capable.

Well, she learned from the best.

Right.

Ready to depart, Mrs. Sullivan?

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

Look at that duck over there.

Yes!

No!

Do you know, I just have to say that when I first suggested this trip, it was meant to be just Isabelle and I, a mini honeymoon.

Getting away from it all.

I know.

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

But, but, I do know that when I married Isabelle, I not only married her talents, her passions, but also her friends.

Aww.

And that makes me the luckiest man in the world.

Oh!

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And, Aunty Pad, I promise we will be back, just the two of us, but for now...

Yes?

Could you take a photograph of us all?

Yes, and I know just the place.

Everybody, say...

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