All language subtitles for Sister.Boniface.Mysteries.S01E09.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG[eztv.re]

Hope you've brushed up
on that German of yours, sister?

Oh, yes. Brushed, buffed
and burnished, mayor.

Or should I say,
gebdrstet, pol/eff, und—...

Alright, we get it.

Lawrence:
We”... hold on to your hats.

Gosh.

That's... herr fischer?

Ruth:
Or "herr disher," I should say.

The interview I was planning just got
a lot more interesting.

Wi/lkommen be/ great
slaughter, frau fisoher

on behalf of
the sisters of Saint Vincent's convent.

Thank you. How very...

He chuckles

mayor heartley. Iris.

How wonderful to finally
meet you in person.

Deputy mayor diggery? Hello.

Which must make you... inspector Gillespie.

Sam, please. Great to
meet you, herr fischer.

Friends call me Karl!

As mayor of grob gemetzel

thank you for all your work
in the twinning of our two great towns.

She gasps

they laugh

Rodney bishop, I'll go.

What? Don't look at us!

I am so sorry.

Ha—ha! Please, no fuss.

You can't make a beautiful omelette
without breaking some eggs, huh?

Ah, they have it out of their system now.

So, what more can go wrong, huh?

Gavel bangs
— indistinct chati'er

order!

They continue chat—fering

gavel bangs

order!

Order, please.
— cha'i'i'er fades

order is in short supply in my post office.

Just clod—hopping boot prints
from corner to corner!

He mumbles incoherently

exactly! — absolutely!

I can't understand
a word these Russians say either.

Germans, dottie!

Mayor heartley, these visiting soldiers

they're upsetting my regulars
at the spitfire.

I had to bar a couple last night.

Singing our national anthem.
Drunk!

They exclaim — it's a scandal!

They clamour — order!

This meeting was called
to arrange final details.

I'm not quite sure what you expect.

Something better. — Sam.

As head of twinning committee...

They're just boys away
from home having some fun.

They clamour
— let's give them a bit of leeway, eh.

That's easy for you to say.
It ain't your pub.

I understand how you feel, bertie.

And it ain't your brother who died
in the war neither!

That pub was half his!

You didn't complain when we asked
to host the civic dinner there.

Look, your anti—twinning committee
made its case.

We put it to vote and it passed in favour.

By one lousy vote!

With people forced to tow the party line.

In't that right, deputy?

I, uh... I may have had my doubts
about this endeavour

but we must respect
the Democratic process.

They grumble

this twinning is happening.

And you may not know it yet, but
everyone will get something out of this.

Karl: Lederhosen! — delightful.

The traditional attire of Bavaria.

Why don't you try them on, Sam.
I'm sure they'd look splendid!

Thank you, Ruth. I think
that's enough photos for today.

I didn't realise we were
hosting himmler himself.

Sam, I shall truly know we are friends

when you are wearing these in our honour.

And I thought, a little gift
for your offices, mayor heartley?

Cuckoo clock hoots

lovely.

In return, allow us to present...

Wine... — oh, yes.

Grown and produced here
in great slaughter

by our very own sister boniface.

Mdchten s/e es versuchen?

Absolut/ we all want to try!

Sister, may I say
your German is most impressive.

Oh, thank you!

One doesn't like
to blow one's own trompete.

I, um, translated in the war.

Were you active also in the war, mayor?

Uh, yes. I volunteered for the red cross.

What about you, Sam?

Uh, infantry.

Luftwaffe myself.

Your boys shot me down over Leeds.

I saw out the war in Eden camp.

Oh, I must say——
— must we keep talking about the war, Karl?

It's just talk, darling.
— wine pours

in the morning, I thought it best
we have a bit of a run—through.

A dress rehearsal
before curtain up and all that.

Uh, you too, of course, general stark.

Most congenial.

Actually, my men and I
wish to remain outside

during the twinning ceremony.

Ah, nonsense. We want everybody there.

Let's make a toast.

To friendship. God willing.

And how you say... no more sour grapes.

Mm, lovely.

Halt!

What you looking at, Fritz?
Eh? You got a problem?

Right, Rodney bishop.
If you don't do one right now...

You'll what?

I'll tell all your mates that Tom Thomas

had to fish you out of that cesspit
last Christmas

when you got tipsy on your dad's cider!

I must say, I...

Admire a woman with authority.

General stark of the 15th panzer division.

Udo to my friends.

Woman police constable button.

And to your friends?

Peggy.

I sincerely hope to earn the honour of
that nomenclature during my brief sojourn.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I must attend a rehearsal.

And my men must Polish their weapons.

The first item I have in the running order

is the unveiling of our new joint memorial.

Herr fischer, as German mayor
we hoped you would do the honours?

Ja, of course.

And may I say your town hall really is—...

I'm sorry... we do have less than an hour.

Um, Ellis, could you quickly demonstrate?

If you really can't work it out.

Single drawstring. Pull and...

Sam: The memorial to the fallen.

Ja.

Schc'jn.

It is my hope

that with this twinning we might put the...

Past behind us.

With this in mind

mayor Karl fischer now has something
he wishes to unveil for us all.

They applaud

brass band plays off—key fanfare

Flippin' 'eck, what did you do?
Here. Give it to me.

He screams — heavy thud

they gasp

He's dead.

They murmur

we'll need to contact his family.

I'm so glad they weren't here.

Such a terrible accident.

I don't think so.

The accident part, I mean.

Observe.

Four steel pins up there on the wall
for the memorial.

But the four nuts to hold it there...

Missing.

This was rigged.

But... that means murder.

I'm afraid it's worse.

Logic suggests the intended victim...

Was Karl.

Gerrymandered for Gerry, if you like.

Someone would really do this?

Are we in danger?

Please. Don't panic.

Who else had access
to the hall after the rehearsal?

The front doors were locked.

We're the only ones who get in and out.

Apart from Ellis.

And bertie bishop.

He was helping him put up
the plaque this morning.

I believe they're old friends.

Herr fischer, do you have
any other connections with someone here?

Any communication from someone
who might bare a grudge?

He exhales deeply

no.

Sam: Are you absolutely sure?

All of you?

Um... he clears his throat

well...

Sam: "Last chance. Stop.

Just stop.

Stop.

Send kraut home or
someone gets hurt. Stop."

I didn't want to cause a panic.
I just thought it was some local nut job.

No addressee, surprise, surprise.

Hang on. This stamp...

This telegram was sent
from right here in great slaughter.

The sender's form. No name.

It was left in my inbox.

I don't critique telegrams, inspector.

I simply send them out.

Besides...

I don't approve of this... civic union.

Neither would my cyril,
god bless his dear departed soul.

Young man!

Kindly remove your grubby hands
from my bon—bons!

Thank you, mrs clam.

Sam, can you tell me why Felix now appears

to have a shadow that bears a resemblance
to somebody in a nun's habit?

Look, keep your conjecture
out of circulation until we know more.

So it was foul play.

Sorry, Sam, but you know the interest
in this thing.

The public appetite...
— which is why I'm asking.

Mr noncommittal.

The lone wolf.

And yet here you are,
the life and soul of this twinning.

Why is it so important to you?

Ruth, I'm asking as a friend.

She sighs

it appears our gerrymanderer had
the foresight to wear gloves.

A formidable foe.

Would you mind?

Of course, sister.

Do you have something?

If by "something" you mean
some kind of smudge.

It's mostly evaporated.

No, I'm going to need more than that.

There must be something, Felix.

Thank you. — you're welcome.

Sister, wait, look.

A water droplet.

Oh, bravo, Felix!

Yes, droplets.

Clear liquid, presumably the very same
as was smudged up there on the wall.

Oil for loosening the nuts?

Let's see if Percy the pipette
can't help us find an answer.

Hold the line.

Tools cla'iter

we may just have another caller.

One hitman's hanky.

Oh, my. It looks quite damp.

She sniffs

Sam:
This is all anti—twinning correspondence?

I had no idea.

Yeah, well, I didn't want to burden
the twinning committee.

What's this?

Oh, that's unrelated.
It's the invoice for fitting the memorial.

Wait, a mixture of printed
and cursive letters...

The loop on the bottom of the "s"...

I don't believe it. This is our match.

But it can't be... that's...

Ellis Everett.

Your threatening telegram
came from the murder victim.

This is ridiculous. Are you telling me
that even he was against the twinning?

I'm afraid so.

What do you want, bertie?

Just to deliver this.
It's a formal signed petition

to delay the twinning indefinitely
in respect of Ellis' wishes.

I'm only the messenger.

Bureaucratic bull.

He can't swan in here
and demand we postpone.

Unfortunately, he can.

With this number of signatories

I'm duty—bound to put it to the council
for a vote in the morning.

Please tell me you have something.

Gird those loins, I believe I may.

Sweat. And/or saliva.

Presumably produced by the killer

in the effort of rigging the bronze plate
to fall.

I believe it's why we found this.

In here is a handkerchief.

Now, everything I've seen so far
suggests our sweaty slayer

used it to wipe their face and neck.

Sadly, it's standard cotton.
It's near impossible to trace.

So it's useless.

Oh, ye of little faith...

Smell.

Come on. Give it a jolly good snuffle.

He sniffs

what is that? He sniffs

smells kind of sweet. Fruity.

I presume it became infused with
the killer's Cologne, perfume or cream.

Ergo, if I can identify precisely what,
then Bob's your uncle and Fanny's your aunt.

These are the people who had access.

Bertie bishop opposes the twinning

and Lawrence diggery only voted for it
under pressure.

They both have a motive.

General stark——
— not exactly chummy with Karl.

And Elsa... you can cut the tension
in that marriage with a chainsaw.

So they've all got motive
except for Iris heartley.

I think we need to find out more
about Karl fischer.

I'll run a background check.

And I'm going to talk to an old friend
from the forces.

See if the Eden camp have any records.

Until then, sister, pray.

If this vote doesn't go through,
all of this will be for nothing.

Roger that.

Bystanders clamour

can you calm down!
— Sam: Button, what is going on?

They are laughing in
our faces, that's what.

Look.

"Raitch."

”Hache. ” it means "revenge."

Which one of you sauerkrauts did it? Eh?

Lock 'em up, pegdoll.
Lock 'em all up!

You're not helping.

Right, everyone needs to go home, ok?
Let us deal with this.

Go on.

I assure you, inspector,
this is not the undertaking of my soldiers.

Perhaps it would help
if I was seen to be assisting in some way?

Excellent idea.

Button, as of tomorrow,
general stark will be assisting you.

Sir... dad'ii kill me.

That's settled then.

Well. The morning then. Wunderbar!

Most of this I got from a source
I cultivated in Karl's offices.

Had a thing for feur/ge eng/isohe frauen.

Hmm?

Fiery English women.

Anyway...

Anyway, it's all here.

Marriage, finances.
The elephant in the room?

Karl was penniless before he married Elsa.

Heiress to an enamelware dynasty.
Old family money.

He even took her name in marriage.

Oh dear, Peggy, are you poorly?

Oh, I wish.

Mum says I have to take one
if I forget my glass of orange.

S'pose I'll be off, then.

For queen and country, button!

What's this?

Eden camp. I got it from
the north Yorkshire county records office.

Is that Karl?

Ruth:
Ever the ladies' man. Lucky girl.

Shall we tell Elsa?

Now, why would I want to ruin
a ten—year marriage of convenience?

His status, the mayorship,
it's all because of her.

Uh, uh, uh. Not so fast.

What's it worth?

I'm thinking an interview. Sam Gillespie.
Why this twinning is so important.

His experience of war laid bare.

Ahem. Good try.

This is now evidence, and the last thing
that great slaughter needs

is reminding of the war.

Sister, you're up early.

Sister boniface: Cosmetic shopping,
but that's not why I'm here.

I've got to get to the vote at the council.
— yes, and the lord detests a gossip, but...

Sister reg said that nurse Mayfield heard
from Mike the mechanic in the spitfire

that Lawrence diggery plans
to vote against the twinning.

But... he voted "for" last time.

Under duress.

And, if memory serves, the twinning
only squeezed through by a single vote.

Hmph.

The trade arrangements affect
real livelihoods.

You know, one German company begged us
to block the whole thing.

Said it would ruin them.

It's about more than
just business though.

You were in the army, weren't you?

Royal warwickshire regiment, yes.

So was I.

Don't you want to put all that behind us?

Make amends for all the things we saw?
And did?

But inspector... the person who did this
is still out there.

Gavel bangs

my first time.

So... here goes.

Council, there are nine votes.

For a motion to pass,
we required a majority of at least six.

Five, dottie.

Do'i'i'ie: Of course.

Five.

Silly me.

Now, as chairwoman,
I shall remain entirely impartial.

So those who wish this awful twinning
to proceed

please raise a hand.

One, two...

Three...

Foun" — he mumbles incoherently

a "no" from Tom.

He muti'ers

only four in favour. Is that everyone?

Last chance.

Going...

Going...

Five.

Well then, I hereby confirm.

The twinning will go ahead tomorrow.

Gavel bangs

he sighs

you're lucky I'm in a good mood

spending half my annual budget
on creams and colognes.

Money well spent, I assure you.
— he chuckles

although in this case none of them matches
the chemical make—up of the sweat.

What?

They'll make excellent additions
to the sisters' charity tombola.

So all this for nothing?

Au contraire.
All this was a process of elimination.

The spectroscopy tests finally allowed me
to pin down our peculiar pong.

Acetone.

I'm waiting for the punchline.

When people with a glucose deficiency
run out of sugar

their body starts burning fat.

That in turn produces ketones.
Now, crucially

ketones are said to have
a distinctive smell, just like pear drops.

That's what I could smell.
— precisely.

The smell on the hanky,
that's the saliva and sweat itself.

I believe our killer has diabetes.

Gold star, sister.

But how do we determine
which suspect has diabetes?

A... urine sample?

Um, yes.

He laughs

it is a joke!

Your famous British sense of humour!

I'm afraid not.

W/r hétten gehen sol/en.
/ch habe es d/r gesagt.

She's saying they should have left.

We hide in fear in our hotel.

Only to be called... for this?

Icannot

I only just... went.

Yes, I'm not quite sure
I can go on demand.

Perhaps we might bring a sample
at our leisure?

Sorry. It has to be done here
to ensure no tampering.

Karl:
I'm happy to, if it's useful.

I was also there of course.

May I, uh, have a glass of water,
to, uh, help?

Whatever gets the mill wheel turning.
Take your time.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you
in sister boniface's capable hands.

There's a blow for diplomatic relations.

They looked at me like I was taking the...

Well, come to think of it,
that's exactly what I was doing.

What have you got?

While they go about their business,
here is another.

The German company
that Lawrence mentioned...

You remember, the one
he said tried to block the twinning?

Yes, go on.

Well, he was right.

Kuckuck.

I beg your pardon?

That's its name. "Kuckuck".
It's German for "cuckoo", I believe.

An old family business, they supply
precision parts for cuckoo clocks.

Of course they do.

The problem is, this new trade deal
means a local company here

is able to undercut them.

So, the twinning will ruin
this kuckuck company.

Exactly. A family destitute.

And guess whose family?

I think it's a paint brush bristle.

Yes. Conceivably from a round—head brush.

A brush with bristles tapered
for detail work.

How do you know all that?

Oh, I admit... I recurrently dabble.

In my own time.

Landscapes and such.

You see, Bavaria is a very beautiful place.

Never been abroad... I tried a curry, once.

I think you would like
my hometown very much.

What's it like then?

Like a fairy—tale...
With forests and mountains.

I still recognise its sublimity.

My family think me excessively fanciful

but they make the parts for clocks.

Cold... sharp...

I am no machinist.

Well, my family are all butchers.

I'm no butcher.

So we are both the little black sheep.

Quite the team.

Felix clears his throat

sergeant. Greetings.

Do you require something from me?

Actually, yes.

Actually, no.

I understand it's unorthodox.

It is an inestimable insult.

I am willing to admit
that I was opposed to the twinning.

If you must know, I begged herr fischer
on behalf of my family.

This was not an inconsiderable exercise
for a man like me.

Perhaps you can imagine.

But herr fischer would not be turned.

He was adamant grob gemetzel be twinned
with this town and nowhere else.

And why is that, general stark?

A very good question!

Regardless, I am a soldier
and I follow orders

even if they run contrary to my feelings.

I had assumed,
detective inspector Gillespie

that you, as a former military man,
would understand this.

I do. It's why I have no choice
but to ask this of you.

He seemed nice.

Do you think general stark's a wrong—un?

Well, he was right about this bristle...
Horse hair.

Fine.

Probably used for detail work.

You know... I do believe there's
dried paint on here as well as the red.

Oil—based.

I can see blue and... possibly green.

Can you like... scrape it off?

I reckon I could identify it.

Then I reckon this vandal
messed with the wrong wpc.

Tool clati'e rs

you're sure?
Yeah, alright, good chap. We'll speak then.

A development?

My friend is sending over
some army documentation on Eden camp

but something came up. A name.

Where are those photos?

Whose name? — the mayor.

Your background check confirmed
that she volunteered in the war, yes?

For the red cross,
but we didn't know which camp.

Not Eden camp?

The very same.

The one that Karl recovered in
after being shot down.

The one he spent
the rest of the war at.

It is.

That's iris—bloody—heartley.

As it happens...

We were in love.

Yes.

Very much.

He was just a boy.

I nursed him, and...

Well...

I begged him to stay, but...

He knew his family
would be worried about him

so, he...

Promised to come back.

Only...

He never did.

Did he hurt you?

In ways he never knew.

I was pilloried for my... entanglement.

"Sleeping with the enemy",
that's what they said.

She sighs

it's the reason I came down here.

He destroyed my life...

And just marched back in to it.

And you had no idea at all?

How could I, he'd changed his name!

And now suddenly he's here,
giving gifts and acting like I'll...

Fall back into his arms.

Is there any way Elsa
might know about this?

That's precisely what worries me.

Sister boniface: And for
our final tinkle test... frau Elsa fischer.

Verdammt/

excuse my German,
but according to these tests

none of our suspects has diabetes.

He sighs
perhaps you got this one wrong, sister.

Fiddlesticks and fudge, it makes no sense!
There must be someone else.

We have our list of suspects.

Unless you think
somehow I perpetrated the crime...

He laughs maniacally

I'll stop you there.

I was merely being facetious.

Force of habit.
But one thing is clear...

She sighs
we're missing something.

Unless it's being concealed from us.

It says here that Karl
fischer was shot down

and he was arrested wearing
the knight's cross

of the iron cross with oak leaves.

He's a war hero.

He certainly kept that quiet.

I think it's time for a drink.

You think I came here...

That I brought my wife...

To try and win Iris heartley back?

I had a heart attack last year.
It was nearly the end.

And it made me think about the...

The pain I caused her.

It has haunted me.

But she never replied to a single letter.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because I didn't want Elsa to find out.

And I still don't, hm?

Elsa always feared I married her for money.

She knew there was a British girl
but I promised her

she was nowhere near great slaughter.

Now you know everything.

Not quite.

The knight's cross of the iron cross
with oak leaves...

That...

I was awarded the knight's cross

for my services on the night
of 14th November 1940.

You flew the coventry blitz?

Churches... hospitals...
Hundreds of people.

There was never any honour in that.

So... I am ashamed.

Footsteps approach

good evening, gentlemen.
Oh, and Sam.

Room for e/ne k/e/ne one?

Miss penny, please
sit. I was just finishing.

Sam, I'm sure you have your reasons
for wanting this twinning to go ahead.

For me, that is what it means. Atonement.

I bid you goodnight, my friends.

Tomorrow, we shall be twins.

He chuckles

goodnight.

Why is this so important to you?

It is the war, isn't it?
— he chuckles

you know, Karl isn't the only one
I researched... 2nd lieutenant Gillespie.

Sandhurst training 1940.

First battalion,
Suffolk regiment on sword beach.

Witnessed heavy losses.

Hand—to—hand combat.

A bayonet injury to your left shoulder.

I'm not one of your stories, Ruth.

Goodnight.

He clears his throat

goodnight.

Townspeople clamour

let's go home.

Whoever tried to kill you...

My love, I have to see this through.

But why? Why, Karl?

It's her, isn't it?

The girl you talked about
from the war.

It's Iris.

That is why we're here.

It's not what you think.

What is going on? Where is button?

I barely saw her this morning.

All I could glean was that
she and sister boniface

had some kind of
paint—related breakthrough.

What?

Saint George royal red, British blue
and spitfire emerald green.

Oil—based gloss paints,
all ordered to 22 Langford road

which is...

The spitfire public house.

Yeah. Bertie bishop's place.

Oh look, sister. Fresh job.
Red, green and blue.

If you'll indulge me, I'd say he's
painted himself into a corner somewhat.

Mr bishop!
We need to talk about the vandalism.

Rodney?

Townspeople clamour

Tom mumbles incoherently

ouite right, Tom! We shall not be moved.

Alright, you lot! Be reasonable.

Reasonable? Like forcing my pegdoll
to work with him?

You should be ashamed. — aye.

And you can go home 'an all!

Mr bishop. Do not make me arrest you.

Arrest me? Arrest me for what?

How about malicious damage
to the great slaughter war memorial?

What are you on about,
that's nothing to do with me!

It was you?

You did it?

I thought... it's what you wanted.
You said, "whatever it takes."

My own son?

Defacing our memorial? Lying?

I'll give you, "whatever it takes"!
— please.

This is what hatred does to us.

General stark, you and your men
have been falsely accused.

Peggy will write up the report

but if it was up to you,
what would you do with the culprit?

Thanks for the lift, sister.

Not sure why this had to be done
before the ceremony.

Well, always good to cross one's "t" s
and dot one's lower—case...

"Jhs.

Vitamin c...

Most efficacious.

There they are! I lost those yesterday.

Someone's snaffled the lot!
This was nearly full.

What is it, sister?

I think we'd best make haste.

I, uh... he clears his throat

I just wanted to say a few words.

I always felt the twinning...

Was important.

For grob gemetzel, yes,
but also for myself, personally.

I had no agenda, Iris.

No romantic intentions.

I have found so much happiness in my life.

I just wanted the chance...

To say sorry...

To those I hurt.

That is all.

And as you know, all of us, sat here...

Experienced the suffering during the years
our two countries were enemies.

I remember when I first saw
your beautiful country as a prisoner

I was put to work in the fields one day,
and I realised...

It's just like home...

Karl continues speech
— draws cla'iter

Oh, dear.

Many of us who lived
through the war have guilt

guilt we carry with us.

Always.

And so it is not for forgiveness
that I am asking...

I must say I'm impressed.

You asked for a glass of water.
Most clever

to use a vitamin c supplement
to mask the urine test.

I thought about all the harm done...

Increasing your levels of ascorbic acid.
Most ingenious.

For your sake, sister... walk away.

Now.

I'm terribly sorry, but you see, I can't.

It would fly in the face of my hastily
concocted plan, which is to distract you.

Crowd gasp

no! Please!

Karl: Stay back.
— Lawrence... what are you doing?

Something I messed up before.
But I won't again.

Royal warwickshire regiment...
You're from coventry.

Yeah, what's left of it!

For queen and country I suffered.

And when I came home...

All I found was rubble!

My mother...

My father...

My sister...

Karl fischer murdered my whole family.

And then, they gave him a medal for it!

Well, he deserves to die.

Maybe he does.

But what then?

Will you feel better?

In front of his wife?
Your friends?

Standing over him, seeing him die?

You think the anger goes?

It doesn't. I promise you.

It stays and it gnaws at you.
Like a wound that just won't heal.

Lawrence, I know that this man suffers
every day for what he did.

Let him live with it.

Lawrence sobs

How did you know to reach him like that?

Towards the end of the war, my battalion
followed a group of Germans into a forest

just outside of bremen.

I stumbled on a fox hole.

A single soldier...

And in that moment, it was him or me.

Barely had the time to pull the trigger,
but I did.

When I rolled him over...

He was just a boy.

Like me.

Dying.

All I could do was hold him
until the end.

Hardly the stuff of legends, eh.

I'm so sorry, Sam. I had no idea.

Bell tolls

achtung/

bell tolls

I had hoped for atonement.

However, the strength of feeling tells me
it is not the time.

For that reason...

I believe there will be no twinning.

It's time we...

Simply bid auf w/edersehen.

What are you lot all so upset for?
Have you forgotten what he's done?

Yes, for those of you who don't know,
herr fischer killed people.

As did many of us around this memorial.

Arthur, you sank u—boats in the Navy...

And Horace, you bombed dresden.

You want to know how many lives I took?

No.

And I don't want to talk about it...

But I want to know that all that... that
suffering and blood, wasn't for nothing.

That it led to... to peace,
and to friendship.

I want these people to be our friends.

Townspeople clap and cheer

Well, you made it back in the end.

Apology accepted... herr fischer.

You know, you're alright.

Pegdoll, well... she could do a lot worse.

Peggy button...

I wonder if you would do me
the prodigious honour of becoming my...

Pen friend?

Yeah, alright then.

Where is Sam?

I thought he wouldn't miss this
for the world.

Oh, I believe Karl and Sam had
a little arrangement...

Townspeople giggle
— oh. Here we go.

Not a word, sister.
I'll give you five minutes.

Oh, wunderbar, Sam! Come on.

I'm a dab hand at the I'andler.

No...
— yes, let's slap those thighs.

They clap rhythmically