All language subtitles for Whitstable Pearl S02E03

♪ There once was a place
with my little lovely ♪

♪ Wey hey ho ♪

♪ And I'll seek and I'll search,
and I know that I'll find it ♪

♪ Wey hey ho ♪

♪ I know the wind, she blows ♪

♪ I know the tides are low ♪

♪ But you'll find me
at the white post ♪

♪ You'll find me
at the white post ♪

Question nine.

How many bones are there
in a shark's body?

- It's a trick question.
- I've seen a shark skeleton.

It's all cartilage.
There's no bones.

It looked like bones.

Alright.

Last question.

How many referees rule
an official fencing match?

- I repeat...
- No way.

...how many referees rule
an official fencing match?

Two assisting referees,
one main.

- You're kidding me.
- He fences.

I am actually a fencer.

Well, level two.

I also referee at domestic cadet
and junior competitions.

Isn't life full of surprises?

And there we have it, folks.

Round complete.

Get yourself a drink,

- and we'll be back in five.
- Very impressive.

- Well done.
- I'll get another round in,

shall I?
Same again?

- Thank you.
- Do you want a hand, mate?

Um, I'm alright.

Just nipping to the ladies.

Okay.

Can I get another round, please?

Can I get, um, yeah,
a whiskey, as well, yeah?

Double.

Fibber!

Honestly, she's really nice.

Oh, "honestly," my ass.

Every time you tell a fib,

you blink like it's
going out of fashion.

Charlie's just the same.

Jenna's a mate of Brodie's.

Nothing happened, okay?

Watch this.
Charlie?

Yeah?

Are you and Ruby
getting on alright?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're fine.
We're fine.

You see?

We both know it's like the
War of the Roses between them,

so for the last time,
you do not like Kat.

Well, she's good for Mike.

- Oh, bollocks.
- Oh, Mum, just drop it.

Okay, me and Mike, it's over.

We're all just moving on.

- Uh-oh.
- What now?

Molly Stratton.

She's alright.

She's not.
She's public enemy number one.

She's decided
to sell her mum's pub

and put it on the open market.

So we'll be crawling
with developers.

I thought the town
were buying it back?

Well, so did the town.

- Pearl!
- Yeah.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

In my office?

The notes started
a few weeks ago.

It's all a bit childish, really.

Sometimes left on the doorstep.

Sometimes through the letterbox.

I don't think I can help you
with this, sorry.

This coffee's a bit...

- What?
- Cold. Sorry.

This isn't gonna work.

Okay, hang on.

Look.
I'm sorry.

The notes are just starting
to get a bit more...

threatening.

Then, last night, a dead seagull
was left on the doorstep.

Well, maybe a fox left it there.

No.

A note was attached.

Who do you think's doing it?

There are a few people
who are a bit upset.

The Save The Dolphin Pub
action group, mainly.

Who's that?

The Doodys.

They own the bookshop.

They started
this bloody committee.

They came to see Mum
towards the end,

and we all agreed we'd sell
the pub back to the town.

Well, what changed, then?

Well, since Mum died,

the property market's
gone mad, hasn't it?

Ah.

I need to open it up.

Put the pub on the open market.

Well, what about the promise
that you made?

No, Mum would understand.

This is my future.

I can...

finally move on.

There are more notes.

And you haven't been
to the police about this?

No. It's just some local
with a bee in their bonnet.

Well, it's a big bee.

There's, um,
an open day today...

at the pub.

The estate agent's bringing in
all the prospective buyers

for best and final offers.

I suppose whoever is doing this
might be there.

Okay.

I'll come, keep an eye out.

Let's find out who
your new best friend is.

- What did she want?
- She hired me.

What?
Molly Stratton is radioactive.

She's being threatened.

Yes, that's because
she's letting down her mum.

Look, I hate to say this,
but it is her pub,

despite what the town think.

Look, I don't want that place to
go to grubby developers, either,

but she's being threatened.

And it's not right.

Save The Dolphin!

Hi, Molly.

Oh, hi, Pearl.

Yep, that's them, the Doodys,
the leaders of the action group.

Alright, okay, I've got to go.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

Couldn't find anywhere to park,
and then my Dad rang me.

Lauren, this is Pearl.

- Pearl's here for--
- Moral support, really.

- Oh, lovely to meet you.
- And you.

Well, I think we'll have offers
by the end of the day.

Just depends on how far
you wanna push everyone.

- As far as we can.
- Not too far, please!

I've got to see some profit.
Elliot Lloyd.

We buy an old boot, break it up,

turn it into lots
of little glass slippers.

Oh, very nice.

Elliot, we spoke on the phone.

I'm Lauren Foster,

the new manager
at Foster's Estate Agent.

Oh, yeah, I heard
old flash Alan's retired.

Polishing his golf clubs, is he?
Hope he's trained you up.

He has.
Have no fear.

Oh, and, uh, this is Molly,
the vendor.

- It's great to have you here.
- Hey, I'm your man.

This is gonna be
a landmark development.

Not just stunning apartments,
with gym,

owner's lounge, work pods.

Oh, Christ. Still they continue
to come like ants.

These DFLs.

Wiping away every last crumb
of Old Whitstable.

You know, you've stolen the town
from beneath our feet.

- He doesn't care, Tony.
- Look, don't panic yet.

I've still gotta get
planning onside.

I mean, it's nothing
that a bottle of champagne

and a few solar panels on the
plans doesn't sort out, so...

We could do the deal now,
if you like.

It's all about money, isn't it?

I mean, shall I lie and say,
"No, it's not"?

Molly, let me pick your brains.

So, 'cause you know the place...

The community could still
raise their offer, Mrs. Doody.

Yeah.

Hello, Freya.

- What you doing here, Pearl?
- I'm here with Molly.

Lucky you.

She's been getting some
anonymous threatening notes.

Don't know anything
about that, do you?

I haven't written
any threatening letters

to Molly, no.

She hasn't been
to the police yet.

But, I mean, technically,
it is harassment.

Can't help, sorry.

We don't know what
you're talking about.

I tell you what,
I wish I'd have thought of it.

Will you excuse us?

See you later.

Hello, Winnie.
Thought you'd be here.

Hello, Pearl.

Do you want me to get you
a cup of tea?

I'd prefer a sherry
from the bar.

Those Doodys are a bit full-on,
aren't they?

They're trying, though.

I wanted to show my support.

Yeah, 'course.

They'd do anything
to save this pub.

I'll make sure you get
that sherry.

Excuse me a minute.

Got your best
and final offer in?

Yeah. I'm not too sure
I'll have that much luck.

Well, you never know.

I'm Pearl, by the way.

Sammy.

So all offers are now in!

What are they?

I better get this.

Good luck.

Hold on.

Mr. Lloyd.

The pub is yours.

The right choice, Miss Molly,
the right choice.

Can I have those, uh, bubbles
I ordered, please?

Thank you, my darling.

This wouldn't have happened
without you.

How about you, Grandma?
Do you want some bubbles?

- Whoo!
- Oh, there, I woke her up.

Cheers!

Tony, darling, grab a glass.

This won't drink itself.

The Dolphin is mine, sir.

- Cheers. Here's to the future.
- Cheers.

Tell you what, smartass,
this isn't the last of it.

Fisherman found him
this morning.

Do we know who it is?

That developer.

There's no sign of foul play.

Yeah.
Just give me a sec.

I was wondering
when you'd turn up.

One SOCO tent, a few coppers,
and there she is.

- What do you want?
- What happened?

Don't know yet.

- Murder?
- Not ruling it out.

Elliot Lloyd?

Can't answer that, Pearl.

I met him yesterday.
He's a right piece of work.

He was buying The Dolphin.

No?

It's a pub.
He was the highest bidder.

There was a few of 'em after it.

What are the injuries?

That's all you're getting.
Now I've got a crime scene

washing itself away
by the minute.

I've gotta go.

- Alright, Pearl.
- Alright, Nikki.

What are the injuries?

Head wound, broken leg,
probably more.

- Nikki!
- What?

Sorry, my fault.

Guv, they're ready
to bring in the deceased now.

- Right.
- No sign of his phone.

- But his wallet was intact.
- Right.

Forensics reckon
he's not been dead long.

A few hours, maybe.

Weird, when I was with him
yesterday, he was half cut.

You really should be going now.

I think you need me around.

And why's that?

Because if this is a murder,

I know who all
your suspects are.

Same writing on all?

Yeah, looks like it.

Right, we need to check these
for prints and DNA.

This has got to be
to do with that pub, Mike.

It has to be.

There's people in this town

that really care about
that place passionately.

And they'll do anything
to preserve it.

Who's "they"?

The Doodys.

They run a local bookshop.

Molly's mum promised their
community group the pub, right?

And then Molly changed her mind.
They went mad.

They set up a Save The Dolphin
campaign group.

Then there's Sammy Grady.
He's a chef.

He was having a massive row
with someone on the phone

outside at the open day.

And they were all outbid
by our friend Elliot Lloyd.

So my first stop would be
the Doodys and then Sammy Grady.

Oh, and there's a dead seagull
in a bin bag in my shed.

All to do with
this note business.

Alright, well, I'll get this lot
over to the lab and, uh...

I'll take it from there.
Cheers, Pearl.

Have you thought
about the tide times yet?

The street, the strip
where you found him,

it's got a unique
current formation.

It's got two shorelines.

It's 'cause of
conflicting currents.

It means that you can
be pretty specific

about when and how he got there.

And how do you know that someone
didn't carry him down there?

It's half a mile long.

I mean, it'd be easier
to kill someone on the beach

and let the tide
do the hard work.

So have you got
last night's tide times?

We're getting them now.

This is a murder
investigation, Mike.

Chop-chop. I'll meet you at
the Doodys' in an hour, yeah?

You're a bloody pain in the ass.

That girl's got blood
on her hands.

None of this would have happened
if she hadn't been so set

on selling the pub to that worm.

Thing is, that worm is dead now.

Yeah, good riddance.

You seem very angry, Mrs. Doody.

Not angry, just sad.

And I know what you're doing, Detective.

I didn't kill him.

And what about these letters
that were sent?

I've already told her,
we didn't write any letters.

What were you doing last night?

We had a book group. Here.

We've been reading "It"
by Stephen King.

Oh.

It's quite the frightener.
it is, too.

The entire group can verify
that I was here.

And after that?

We did a stock-take
into the night.

Um, I've no idea what time
I went to bed, but it was--

it was jolly late.

You got CCTV cameras here
after hours?

No, they're-- they're
not working at the moment.

Yeah, 'course they're not.

Very thorough.

Writing reviews
of all the recent releases.

Oh, that was Tony's idea.

We divvy them up.
Half each.

Excuse me.

Hm.

Hello, there.
How can I help?

You can't do that.

You can't.
I can.

- Hey, Guv?
- Yeah.

Elliot Lloyd was out
celebrating till late.

Apparently the owners
at The Hotel Continental

had to ask him to leave the bar.

At 1:05 a.m., we've got him
on CCTV stumbling out.

Heads in the direction of
Tankerton, where he was staying,

but then we lose him.

Well, we're missing something.
Keep looking.

I've gotta go.
I've got a meeting.

I'll, uh, catch you later.

Sure.

Elliot Lloyd's been murdered.

Murdered?

Had you ever met him
before yesterday?

Um, no.

Sorry, one sec.

Hi, Dad.

Yeah, no,
I can't talk right now.

I'm with someone.

Yes, yes,
I-I put the board outside.

Yeah, okay.

Alright, I've got to go.

Okay.
Bye, bye.

- Sorry.
- Oh. Dads.

Yeah.
It's exhausting.

So, Elliot Lloyd.

Oh, yeah, um...

Based in London.

Uh, buys properties
in tourist towns.

Um, he's got a bit
of a reputation, certainly.

Mm.

And who was
the next highest bidder?

Uh, Sammy Grady.

Do you know where I can
get ahold of him?

Uh, I think I've just got
a family address

for him in Lincolnshire,

but I do know he's staying
in Whitstable somewhere.

Mm.

I've got a mobile number
for him.

I mean, strictly speaking,

I shouldn't be giving it
to you, but...

Have you heard
about Elliot Lloyd?

Yeah, Pearl just told me.

So, what happens now?

Well, there'll be a postmortem
and an investigation.

No, I mean about my pub.

- The sale.
- Wow, Molly.

You're a motivated seller,
I'll give you that.

You've got plenty of options.

- Other buyers are waiting.
- Pearl?

Kat, hi!
Hey, what are you doing here?

Uh, we are finally
getting our own place.

- Can't wait, can we?
- Yeah.

Wow, that's exciting.

Bye, then.

Hi. This is Sammy Grady.

Leave me a message.

Hi, Sammy.
This is Pearl Nolan.

I'm working on behalf
of Molly Stratton.

Do you think you could
give me a call back?

Ooh.
Hello, sailor.

I like it.
Where are you off to?

I'm having a romantic night in
with the man of my dreams.

We're getting a takeaway.

Pearl?
I want to say something.

Not now, please, Mum.
Tom makes me happy.

Pearl. Pearl.

I'm happy for you.

Really.

Right. Okay.

And... that guy, the chef,

the one who wanted
to buy The Dolphin.

- What's he called? Sammy...
- Sammy Grady?

That's right. Well, I've
found out where he works.

The Neptune.

Oh.

- I love you.
- At last.

- Hello?
- Tom, it's me.

Um, change of plan.

How about we meet at The Neptune
in about half an hour?

Sure, see you there!

Oh, now I've gone and ruined
your romantic night in.

Well, sod that.
I've got work to do.

Thank you.

Um, you work really hard,
a bit too hard sometimes,

and I just wanna share
the load, you know?

So, how about we make a deal?

I'll cook for you,
say, twice a week?

Like Mondays and Wednesday.

Not Wednesdays.
I've got hot yoga.

But Mondays and Thursdays
or-- or something?

I mean, I'm not saying I'm
the greatest cook in the world,

but, you know, I could--
it's a gesture.

Pearl?

Yeah.
Same again?

Sure.

- Same again, please.
- Sure.

That was delicious.
Thank Sammy for me.

Oh, Sammy's not on tonight.
Called in sick.

- Oh, no.
- I said to him,

it's probably the breakfasts
at The Bramford.

- Given him food poisoning.
- Is he staying at The Bramford?

- Mm.
- Poor guy.

I'd rather sleep
on an oyster bed.

Always on call.

It's alright.
I'm getting used to it now.

Another chip.

Ever seen a ghost?

Bloody hell.

Caretaker died in one
of the rooms last year.

Yeah?

You'd have to be pretty skint

or pretty desperate
to have to stay there.

I can believe that.

How's the house hunting going?

Not brilliant.

Everything sells so bloody fast.

Oh, that's all the Londoners
coming down,

- buying everything up.
- Yes.

Point taken.

Hi, there.
I'm D.C. Mike McGuire.

Can you tell me
if there's a Sammy Grady

- staying here, please?
- Oh, is he in trouble?

Nothing to worry about.
What room is he in?

Uh, he's in room 510
on the first floor.

Cheers.

You look tired, Sammy.

Uh, yeah.

I'm, uh, doing double shifts
at the pub at the moment.

100-hour weeks.

It's just a--
just a bit intense.

If you can buy a pub, surely
you can rent somewhere decent?

Oh, it's all borrowed.

I'm treading on very thin ice.

You really needed that pub.

Yeah.

I didn't kill anyone.

Oh, this-- Oh, this is my wife,
Bella, and our daughter.

It's the police.

They're just asking
a few questions.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Um, what did you do
after the open day?

Uh, well, when I left
The Dolphin, I went--

I went back to work.

And I was there till what, midnight?

Yeah, he was back by 12:30.

I'm sorry to ask, but who was it

you were you arguing with
on the phone outside?

We, uh, couldn't agree
on how much to offer.

He went in far too low.

He's never bold enough.

I'm sorry that you missed out.

Whose are those?

Hmm?

Oh, they're just mine.

Just bad back.
Lifting baby, you know?

- Thanks.
- Yeah. Sorry.

- We'll get off.
- No worries.

Listen, I'm sorry
we couldn't be more help.

No worries.
Thank you so much.

Alright, cheers.
Thank you.

See you.

We need to check the CCTV.

You don't believe Bella?

Those pills are amitriptyline.

You take 'em at night.
And they knock you out.

If she was on those painkillers,
there's no way she'd know

whether he was
in that room or not.

Okay. That bit's true.
Home from work.

Push it on a bit.

Nothing.

Oh.

Well, well, well.

I went for a walk.

A walk?

Well, yeah.

Bella and I were arguing
'cause I'd lost the pub.

I mean, you've seen
where we're living.

The baby's crying all the time.
We're both really stressed.

I'm working God knows what hours
under the sun

to try and get out of there.

So I went to get some fresh air.

I went for a walk.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

We're gonna need you
to stay in town, Mr. Grady.

And if you think
of anything else

that you might have forgotten
to tell us,

don't hesitate to call, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm telling you,
Sammy Grady had time.

It only takes 10 minutes

to walk from The Bramford
to Tankerton beach.

Elliot left the Continental
just after 1:00.

Maybe Elliot and Sammy
just ran into each other,

got into one about the pub,
and it kicked off.

Maybe, but we still need to see

where Sammy went
for his night walk.

The landlord at the Continental
said Elliot Lloyd

was texting a lot
while he was drinking.

- Still no luck with his phone?
- No.

Apparently it was
a burner phone,

so no links
to his other devices.

He was a bloody developer.
What do you expect?

- Mm-hmm.
- What's that?

I nicked some notes from Sammy
and Bella's room.

You're unbelievable.

Well, they don't match anyway.
So it was a waste of time.

Hello?
Alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, go on.

He's actually smiling.

- He's laughing.
- Right.

No, I'm just at work, yeah.

It's weird.

Huh?

I've gotta go.
I've really got-- Yeah, yeah.

Alright, alright.
Bye, bye, bye.

Timecode-- 1:32.

Here we go.

There he is by the harbor.

Then he's walking in
the direction of Tankerton.

What?

He goes straight back
to The Bramford.

So he didn't head to Tankerton.

Went straight back to his hotel.

Brilliant.

Well, that leaves us
with absolutely nothing.

Look at that camera.

That's The Dolphin.

Hi. This is Molly.

Leave your name and number
and I'll get back to you.

- Pearl.
- You're working late.

Yeah, it's quiet, no phones.

Quick question.
Who's got keys to The Dolphin?

- Uh, me and Molly, I think.
- Right.

It's just I was watching
some security camera footage

from the other night, and...

well, a light went on just after
half 1:00 in the morning.

That wasn't you, was it?

You're joking, right?

Sorry.
Just had to ask.

Well, if at all possible,

I try to sleep between
the hours of 12:00 and 5:00.

'Course.

Just I-I can't
get hold of Molly.

I couldn't borrow your key,
could I?

I just wanna check
everything's alright.

Promise you'll return it?

Yeah, 'course.

Thanks, Lauren.

Molly?

This better be good.

Pearl?

Pearl?

- Molly?
- Oh, Pearl?

Why are you breaking
into your own pub, Molly?

Oh, because it's the other thing
I've lost, my keys.

No, wait, what do you mean
the other thing?

What's the first thing?

Oh, just the deeds
to this place.

Solicitor hasn't got them.

I haven't got them.

I thought they might be here.

So the keys have gone?

Yeah, oh, yeah,
the keys have gone.

I opened up on the open day.

But when it came to lock up,
I couldn't find them.

I mean, they must have
fallen out of my pocket.

Yeah, or someone's
had 'em off you.

Mm?

No one's been here
since the open day?

- No.
- Hmm.

So who were the big
darts players?

Uh, uh, the Doodys.

Okay.

You had me worried for a minute.

I was fine. I was armed
with a massive umbrella.

That's not actually a
recognized mode of self-defense.

Oh, right. Sorry.
I left my lightsaber at home.

Now you're talking.

Well, Molly lost her key
to the pub on the open day.

And she knows she had it
'cause she opened up.

You need to start talking.
This is a murder investigation

Yeah.

Look, it wasn't--
it wasn't stealing, really.

Not-- Not really.

We, um-- We swore
everyone to secrecy.

Who's everyone?

Uh, here, the, um,
Save The Dolphin action group.

You know, we just wanted
to give everyone the chance

to go back to the pub.

You know, just meet up,
play cards.

Have a drink.

One last time.

We met at 1:30 a.m.

About eight of us.

Yeah, and it was wonderful.
It was.

We took our own drinks in.

And-- And put some music on. And...

And Winnie, bless her,

Winnie set her alarm
and brought her own sherry in.

It was like the old days.

- Did you play darts?
- Oh, yes.

Who kept score?

Uh...

Winnie.

Mike, hang on.
Wait, wait.

Let me talk to her first.

Record it.

'Course.

I had to do something.

Leaving notes.
I don't know.

I was clasping at straws.

And Elliot Lloyd?

I didn't kill Elliot Lloyd.

How would I kill him?
I'd need a truck.

Look at me.

I could barely carry
that bloody seagull

down Molly Stratton's path.

This isn't just about saving
a beautiful building

or preserving the local boozer.

This is about destroying
something that got us through.

That place probably saved lives.

You go and get Winnie and I'll
meet you at the station,

- alright?
- Alright.

Alright?

I think we've got this
all wrong.

What do you mean?

Well, we assumed that the person
that wrote the notes

is the same person
that killed Elliot Lloyd,

but I don't think
the two things are connected.

I think those notes have been
a massive distraction.

Guv, just got the call
from forensics

- with the PM and toxicology.
- Yeah.

Elliot Lloyd had a vast amount
of alcohol in his system.

No water was found in his lungs.

So he was dead
before he hit the water.

Exactly.

Major trauma to the head.
Fractured skull.

And get this, six cracked ribs
and internal bleeding.

It's not as simple as a fight.

It was major impact.
Something hit him.

What?

Something Winnie said.

Oh, Lauren, Lauren!

I've got your keys
for The Dolphin.

Thanks.

Sorry.

It's fine.

I suppose the sale's
on hold now, is it?

With all the buyers
being suspects.

Yeah.

Anything else
I can help you with?

Sorry, it's just
I've got a viewing.

I've really got to go.

It must be a drag getting
the bus to your viewings.

What, you go in your trainers
and then you put your heels on

when you get there, yeah?

Yeah, something like that.

It's funny, 'cause
I thought you drove.

I do.

Why you getting the bus, then?

Uh, the car's in...

...for a service.

On the night of the murder,
you said that

you came back here
and worked late.

W-- Elliot Lloyd
was popping corks

like there was no tomorrow,
and I was working.

And I had to get back here.

But you had some champagne
before you left?

What, a couple?

Something like that.

And you came back here
till midnight?

Well, it could have
been 1:00-ish.

That's a long day.

Yeah, well, I'm the boss now.

I'm just trying
to get it all done.

I mean, I wouldn't hear the last
of it if I dropped the ball.

You must have been knackered.

18-hour days? I mean,
believe me, I've been there.

It's hard to function.

Yeah, I'm alright.

I'll do whatever it takes
to get it all done.

What, like drive when you're
so tired you can't see?

Lauren?

Don't.

I couldn't keep my eyes open.

And...

the noise was awful.

He just-- just lurched
out of nowhere.

The-- The-- Into the road.

This-- This m-man.

And I thought there was a car
or-- or a wall or...

So what did you do?

Well, I-I got out.

And there was this heap
in the road

on the passenger side and...

And I saw that
it was Elliot Lloyd.

I mean, of all people,
bloody Elliot Lloyd.

And...

His eyes were open, so I
slapped him across the face,

because I didn't know
what else to do.

I mean, what do you do?

You call the police.

Or an ambulance.

You could have called
your dad, Lauren.

The very last person
I could have called.

And you managed to get the body
in the car, and no one saw?

Just...

...put him in the car and drove.

Down to Tankerton slopes.

I drove down onto the beach and...

...and pulled him out.

And I left him there
and drove off.

Okay.

It's good that you told me.

I'll be back in a minute.

It's awful.

She was just trying
to keep it all together.

Make her dad proud.

Well, you did it again.

Did what?

Solved the case.

Well, we both did.

Yeah, make a good team,
don't we?

Yeah.
I-I'd better, um...

Yeah, me too. Um...

I'll see you.

Yeah. Oh.

Hey.

Hi.

They look happier.

Well, they were treated
to a marriage guidance session.

Courtesy of moi.

You gave them couples therapy?

Oi.
I'm a wise old bird.

I notice things.

In fact, I'm thinking
of retraining.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

Ah, here comes another one
who needs his head examining.

- You can't say that, Mum.
- Oh, I so can.

He moves in with one person

and then he can't keep away
from another.

You alright?
You look like you need a beer.

Thanks.
I think.

Found a house yet?

- No. Not yet.
- No, nothing out there?

Nothing that feels like home,
you know?

You alright?

Yeah.
Fine.

Oh, well, I've heard of a pub
that's going begging.

Oh.
Nah, you're alright.

Alright, Molly?

I need your advice.

Is this relationship-associated?

Because if so, you've come
to the right place.

No!

Who do I sell the pub to?

The second and third offers were
so much lower than, um... his.

Well, what you asking her for?

Why don't you sell it
to both of 'em?

Let Sammy Grady
manage the kitchen,

and him and his family
can live upstairs.

And then let the community group
manage the pub.

Then everyone's happy.

Well, that's never gonna work,
is it?

Molly, why don't you
have a drink?

On the house.

And I'll sort it out.

Sorry, go on.
What were you saying?

Spaghetti al polpo coming up!

Alright, Mike.

Do we think that eight tentacles
will be enough?

Could have gone with 16,

thought that might be
a bit too leggy.

Hello.

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