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walking past my door

straight now anymore

-

walking past my door

straight now anymore

it gets me in a twirl

I need you in my world

put your love in my arms

Peregrine...

CROWD: Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!

Six! Five! Four!

-Three! Two! One!
-JAMES: What's the difference?!

CROWD: Happy New Year!

I don't understand
why you're even here.

I was sent an invitation.

Well, not by me.

The last thing I wanted
was to see you and --

Pat!

He's been shot!

PAT: There she is!

Pat Ainsley.

I still can't believe you guys
agreed to play a private party.

Only for a mint bird like you.

Well, I bet you say that
to all of the girls.

Baby, there are no other girls.

-PEREGRINE: Oh.

Sorry.

-I'm here to waitress.
-Oh, great!

The kitchen's just down the hall
and to the left.

Ah, Pat?

The, um, speaker's in the van.

Yeah, I know.
You and Darryl can handle it.

Well, I better get on with
my hostessing duties.

Come on.
Don't leave me, baby.

Isn't that a line
from one of your songs?

I never got that till now.

BIRDIE: He's rather attractive.

And if you overlook
the complete lack of subtlety,

be a very pleasant way
to forget about James.

James who?

Zazdaróvye.

Ahh!

BIRDIE: Oh, look, it's Oona.

Oh, oh, she hasn't been
to a New Year's Eve party

since her son died.

Oh, Birdie!

-BIRDIE: Mm!

Oona? I'm Peregrine.

I'm Phryne's niece.

So, we've got you to blame
for tonight's entertainment.

Oona's not a fan of the English.

The butcher's apron
has no place flying

at the Adventuresses' Club.

Adventuress Adekunle

is demanding that we play
charades this year.

Apparently Phryne assured her
it was only a three-year ban.

She was so forgiving
on New Year's.

Oh, you'd all end up with
a soppy "Auld Lang Syne."

Phryne on the microphone,

me on the cowbell.

Well, you can apologize
to all of the Adventuresses,

but there's no games
this year.

None?

Is that a problem?

No. Of course not!

I'm sure it'll be, uh, fine.

Different is good.

Mm.

Different is death, isn't it?

Well let's just hope
The Magentas are unforgettable.

Oh,
bloody hell.

Alright.

JAMES: Peregrine.

Oh!

I wasn't expecting
to see you...both.

I'm sorry. Jim RSVP'd.

I hope you don't mind.
I'm a big fan of The Magentas.

-Hello, Samuel.
-PEREGRINE: Really?

JAMES: Yes.
Big, big fan.

-How was your Christmas?
-Good.

Yes, we had a Christmas lunch
with all the Adventuresses,

with a different course
from every continent.

You?

Oh, just a regular
Christmas roast

at the Hartford with Dad.

-And me.
-JAMES: Mm.

Oh, that sounds so lovely.

You ready for the best gig
you'll ever see?

I'm counting on it.

This is Darryl Daley,

the double bass player
for The Magentas.

You started the band,
didn't you?

DARRYL: Oh, a fan, eh?

I'm the heart and soul
of the outfit, yes.

The Magentas wouldn't exist
without me.

Not everyone remembers that,
of course.

I wouldn't have thought
there'd be too many pop bands

with double bass players
these days.

Just us and The Seekers.

They're more, uh, folk pop,
aren't they?

Yeah.

So we're unique.

Well, I'm just going
to go inside

and check
that everything's ready.

Out of your league, mate.
Out of your league.

down the street

That was...

I want to meet

you look so fair

the long blond hair

standing there, my girl

standing there

Which one of you invited
James and Sally?

-Not me.
-Oh, come on.

Well, I didn't invite Sally!

Well, I-I just thought with
it being New Year's Eve,

you two might find a way
back to each other.

Violetta, he's moved on.

And so should you.

PAT: Groovy room.

Oh!

I blew up all the balloons
myself.

It's a wonder I have any breath
left for talking.

-Oh, why talk when we can --
-PEREGRINE: Sing?

Dance? Not be cheesy?

IRIS: Cola?

-I don't drink.
-Oh.

But that's our secret.

Got to preserve
my bad boy image.

-Champagne?
-Oh, goodness!

Sorry.

It's alright.

Hard to get good staff
on the holidays.

Oona!

No offense to you, Peregrine,

but your Aunt Phryne knew
how to throw a party,

without tugging the forelock
to her oppressors.

Do you know Oona?

Never spoken to her in my life.

Seems I'm not living up
to her expectations.

Trust me, it's worse
not living up to your own.

Well, I never thought
that throwing a party

would make me the target
of so much criticism.

Wanna catch your breath outside?

Shouldn't you
be helping George?

No, he'd rather do all that
than talk to people anyway.

Right.

Oh.

No, thank you.

Is everything alright?

Yeah, yeah, I-I'm fine.

Why?

Do you want to take a walk
around the garden?

'Course.

-Oh, thank you.
-Oh, uh, no thank you.

They always remind me
of eyeballs.

Babies' eyeballs?

Yes, indeed.

Do you mind terribly
getting me something else?

I didn't know you were
so fond of pickled onions.

Neither did I.

They're delicious.

Y-You're sure you don't
want to try one?

No.

together

you'd always be there

And once I sell my house
in Hartford,

I'm thinking
of buying a little unit

in Kew or Hawthorn.

What do you think?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Your block of land is in
Glen Waverley, isn't it?

I'd love to see it.

Of course.

I could take you there.

You still planning to build?

Ah, yeah.

Eventually.

I guess
I don't have to buy.

I can always rent until...

you know...

things become clearer.

We should get back,

hey?

I wouldn't want you
to miss that band.

-Alright.

-Hello, you two.
-Hi.

Hey, we can't wait for the band.

It's such a huge coup
getting them straight off

-"The Go!! Show."
-I know. Aren't I lucky?

I met Pat Ainsley at a gig,
and he said yes.

I'm not surprised,

the way he looks at you.

Uh, well I'm a bit anxious
about the sound equipment,

so I'm just going to check
that everything's alright.

Excuse me.

Is that your fourth?

-Fifth, actually.
-DARRYL: You can't do that.

PAT: We're going in
different directions.

-DARRYL: I'll get a bass guitar.
-But you can't play, okay?

It's over, okay?

Our sound is now.
We have to move on.

After this gig, you're done.

Well, sound check doesn't
seem to be their priority.

-I should warn Peregrine.

Peregrine, of course.
Off you go --

No, I just meant because
the sound check, and it...

But it's fine,
I can stay here.

I --

Oh.

Uh, excuse me?

What time are you guys
going to start?

In five minutes, allegedly.

We're still missing
two-thirds of the band.

-Here's Pat now.
-PEREGRINE: Oh.

More fan mail for me, mate?

Now's not the time.

I write the songs, okay?

-

Sorry.

Poor bloke gets uptight.

Stage fright.

Oh, I understand how he feels.

Where have you been?
And where's Darryl?

Off praying somewhere.
It's his ritual before gigs.

-Canapes?
-More eyeballs?

You offered them to me before.

I-I don't really like onions,
remember?

Oh, I -- I-I-I forgot.

I'll get you some
devils on horseback.

I'll have a pickled onion.

Perhaps I'll organize
the caterers next year.

She's not very happy with you.

What'd you do to her?

She's probably a fan
of the band.

-PEREGRINE: Oh.
-PAT: I must have forgotten

to answer a love letter
or something.

Mm, must have.

Holding out for a girl like you.

-Pat...
-Come on.

Go out with me.

Look, I tell you what,
you impress my friends

with a killer show tonight,

and I will think about it.

Done.

Where is Darryl?

He can't still be praying.

-Oh!
-It's alright.

I'm back.

-PEREGRINE: Thank goodness.
-Let's go.

Let's go.

PEREGRINE: Hello,
Adventuresses' Club!

Thank you all
for coming tonight.

I know that it might not
be what many of you expected,

but in the tradition
of my Aunt Phryne,

I wanted to ring in 1965
with all of our fabulous friends

and Adventuresses.

You've all taught me so much,

and clearly I still have
a lot to learn.

But without further ado,

it gives me more pleasure
than I can possibly say

to introduce to you,
direct from "The Go!! Show,"

-Okay!
-...The Magentas!

-

Are we ready to bring in 1965
with some groovy music?

I've got better things to do
than watch a fecking Englishman

-sing his fecking English dross!
-BIRDIE: Oh, Oona!

That's okay. Mrs. O'Doherty's
got a right to her opinion.

Maybe we should end the set
with a bit of Danny Boy.

BIRDIE: Now you stay put.

You may not want
to listen to this band,

-but other people do.
-PAT: Okay.

Let's start with a little song
I wrote recently,

called
"The Sunshine of Your Smile."

-One, two, three, four!

she's thinkin'

but I know that I need her

-Whoo!

We love you!

Look at that clock!

Five minutes to midnight.

Almost there.

Now, I've been saving
this next song

for a special lady
who's sparkling tonight.

It's called...

"I Wish You Were My Girl."

-

walking past my door

Sally, hey. You think
maybe you've had enough?

Probably.

Come on.
Let's dance.

Alright.

it gets me in a twirl

Whoo!

in my world

by the hand

there upon the sand

Happy New Year!
WOMAN: Happy Ne--

James!

Oh, how I need
to hold you tight

PEREGRINE: Oh, God!

Oh, no!

-Keep dancing, everyone.
-PAT:

-

Sally, you okay?

I know I'm not as exciting
as Peregrine.

But you do you really want
to be a policeman's wife?

I'm the one that
can make you happy.

I know you, Jim.

I know what you need.

Sally...

Okay, I'm gonna take her home.

Hmm.

You should have been
taking care of her.

She doesn't know anyone,
and clearly she was nervous.

I wonder why.

What is that supposed to mean?

I can't order her not to drink.
Imagine how you'd react.

How I would react
is not relevant, James.

I'm not your girlfriend anymore.

-You dumped me.
-Idumped you?

No, the way I recall it,
Peregrine, you --

you threw my marriage proposal
right back into my face.

I just wanted
to slow things down.

I didn't want to break up
altogether.

What is the difference?

Are you kidding?

Everything.

It's always so black and white
with you.

There's no grey, ever.

And yet here you are, assuming
that I've moved on entirely,

and Sally and I are...

-Together?
-CROWD: Six!

-Five!
-Because you are James.

-CROWD: Four! Three!
-You heard her.

-She's mad about you.
-CROWD: Two! One!

Happy New Year!

I don't understand
why you're even here.

I was sent an invitation.

Well, not by me.

The last thing I wanted
was to see you and --

-WOMAN: Is he breathing?

PEREGRINE: Pat!

He's been shot.

I need everybody
out of the room.

But nobody's
to leave the premises

until you've all
been interviewed.

Do a head count
and don't let anybody leave.

Samuel, do a head count
and don't let anybody leave.

I'll take them
to the lecture room.

-BIRDIE: Yes.
-SAMUEL: This way, everyone.

Across the hall.

This way, everybody.
Across the hall!

Miss, please don't
touch anything.

I need to examine him, okay?

I begged him.

"Can I have a kiss
for New Year's Eve?"

And he said yes.

I saw them kiss
as I turned off the lights.

And then he fell.

Okay. I'm very sorry.

Where exactly were you standing?

-Right here.
-Right.

Well, from the looks
of the wound,

the bullet came
from that direction,

where the rest of the band
were standing.

JAMES: He's been shot
at close range.

Oh, not that close.

There'd be powder burn
around the wound.

I'd say the killer was
4 or 6 feet away.

If you'll just wait over there,
Miss?

-Call me Iris.
-JAMES: Iris.

I'll be with you shortly, okay?

It's here!

Fingerprints.

I'll check it over to be sure.

You alright?

There's only one way out.

James, when we were
standing there,

I felt the door bang
against my heel.

That must've been the murderer
trying to escape.

And failing.

The windows are all locked
from the inside.

There's no one in here.

That means the murderer
must still be amongst us.

Pat Ainsley was shot
from the side of the stage.

That rules out the waitress.

She and everybody else
was in front of the stage

on this on this side.

Except for Darryl and George...

and Oona.

They were the only ones
in the right position.

Birdie.

Those tears seem extreme.

Birdie, do you think

that Oona O'Doherty
is capable of murder?

Not with a gun.

Oona is a qualified
master of ninjutsu.

It's the ancient art
of knife combat,

as practiced
by the Japanese ninjas.

So she's a trained killer.

Exponent of espionage
and subterfuge.

-It's completely different.
-Okay.

Could you keep an eye on her

until we're ready
to interview her?

Somewhere away from
the other guests.

Gotcha.

I'll need to call the station.

I'll interview the waitress.

She must have seen something.

I've always been
Pat's biggest fan,

so I couldn't believe it
when he let me kiss him.

And then party poppers
started going off,

and I heard a loud bang

that sounded
like a balloon bursting, but...

Pat fell,
and then the lights went out

and...

when they came back on again,
he was dead.

Excuse me a moment.

So, I've worked my way
through the invite list.

There are no guests
or staff missing.

Got some local coppers
in the lecture room,

interviewing everyone.

I should get them some drinks
or something.

Uh...

It's a party, James.

Peregrine,
are you sure that you're okay?

Please...

don't be nice to me.

Iris, um, prior to the murder,

did you see the Irish lady
behaving oddly?

IRIS: She might have been.

But I was too busy watching
that Darryl Daley.

-The double bass player?
-IRIS: Yeah.

He was crawling around
on his hands

and knees near the speakers.

That's where I found the gun.

Are you sure that you saw him
down there prior to midnight?

IRIS: Positive.

And it looked like
he was trying to hide.

Did you see anybody else
acting suspiciously?

No. No one suspicious.

Just George, hanging around
near the curtains.

George Starkey, the drummer?

That's interesting.

Pat confiscated something
George was writing,

and he was so angry with Pat
that he smashed a cymbal.

Uhh, we might need
to talk to you again.

Thank you, Iris.

Let's start with
Darryl and George.

-And then Oona.
-Mm.

-What are you doing?
-Uh...

I didn't think fingerprinting
required all this --

It doesn't.
The gun is clean.

I just have a lot
to catch up on.

-Now?
-VIOLETTA: Mm.

After everything that's gone on?

Work might help me forget.

SAMUEL: Mm.

Could you make us a pot of tea?

And maybe some more of those
delicious little onion things?

Mm, yes.

A waitress placed you down
at the side of stage speakers,

close to Pat Ainsley
at the time of his murder.

I was fixing
a loose speaker cable.

I wouldn't kill Pat.

I loved the bloke.

We'd never exchanged
a cross word.

Then why were you arguing
earlier?

Pat wanted to start the set
with "My Sweet Maree,"

but that song always makes me
think of my dead Mum.

I asked him to sing
something else,

but he wouldn't budge.

Try again.

Oh, Pat.

More fan mail for me, mate?

Now's not the time.
I write the songs, okay?

George!

Yeah?

These are the lyrics
to a brand-new song called

"My Baby Loves Me."

Are you The Magentas'
real songwriter?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Surely that's something
to be proud of.

Why would you keep it a secret?

Oh, Pat and Darryl said
I had to give Pat

the credit for my songs
because, you know,

I don't really fit
the band's image.

No wonder you were furious
when he took this from you.

The waitress said she saw you
lurking around the curtains

when Pat was shot.

No, no, I was --

I was looking for
my lucky drumstick.

I-It wasn't me!

What about Darryl?

Yeah, Pat had been
auditioning bass guitarists.

He said, you know,
"Darryl's sound is old,

and electric's the future."

Darryl was spitting chips.

I thought he was praying.

Yeah.
Not to get fired, maybe.

JAMES: You were so upset
you left the building!

-What was that about?
-I needed time to think.

-About means of murder?
-No.

About whether I could
still face doing the gig.

The Magentas is my band,
We're doing great business here.

Our sound is commercial.

Yeah, but not cool enough
for London, is it?

After all the favors I'd done

for that mongrel
and his girlfriend...

Pat's girlfriend?

Who is she?

I never met her.

I banned girlfriends from gigs.

Better Pat's fans think
they're in with a chance.

And that is supposed to be,
what, a favor to her?

No, not that.

I had things fixed.

What things?

Women's things.

I see.

Well...

surely you must have
at least heard her name.

It starts with an "I."

Isla? Iona?

JAMES: Iris.

You're Pat Ainsley's
ex-girlfriend, aren't you?

So, why did you both
pretend otherwise?

Pat's not allowed
to have a girlfriend

because it might upset
his lovesick fans.

Then why was he dating you?

He wasn't,
once Darryl found out about it.

Darryl told Detective Steed

that he got things fixed
for you.

You were pregnant.

Yes.

And I was crazy for Pat.

But he said a baby wouldn't fit
into our lifestyle

when he was a famous pop star.

So I got rid of it for him.

And then he dumped me anyway.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Don't pretend you understand.

If he had dumped you,
then why did you get the job

here tonight?

Because you wanted
to win him back.

Couldn't hurt
to give it one last try.

And I was in, too...

until someone shot him.

She has the most
compelling motive.

Yes, but the bullet direction

and the fact she can't be
in two places at once

-rules her out.
-Mm.

Detective Steed,
are you ready to talk to Oona?

The poor woman,
she's just so distraught.

She just wants to go home.

Distraught about the murder,
or her son?

-What?
-BIRDIE: Oh, her son, Feargal,

was killed five years ago,
New Year's Eve.

One of his mates
was driving drunk.

Smashed into a tree.

-My God.
-Oh.

Oh.

Pat Ainsley didn't drink.

I wonder...

Oona clearly hated his guts.

Birdie, when you arrived,
did you mention Oona's surname?

Oh, um, no.

That's what I thought.

Pat called her Mrs. O'Doherty.

Damn, that'll be Sparrow.

I need to brief him.

We'll take Oona.

What about Darryl and George?

Ooh, uh, I could guard them.

See if I can make them spill.

The tea?

Oh, come on.
That was a good one.

PEREGRINE: Oh, Samuel.

Pat Ainsley was involved in
your son's accident, wasn't he?

That young eejit was
drunk at the wheel

and killed my beloved Feargal.

-Oh, Oona.
-He took everything from me.

But seeing him lying there,

another young life, wasted.

But if you didn't shoot Pat,

why did you come to the party
when you knew that he'd be here?

Oh, I know why.

How did I miss that?

It's a ninja throwing star.

OONA: I wanted
to start the new year

by avenging Feargal,
but I failed.

You're supposed to leave
your weapons at the door.

Sorry.
I got waylaid.

I couldn't find any onions,

but I did manage
to make some tea.

This is my urine.

Ah!

I still think I --
I'd prefer the tea.

It's as I suspected.

There's elevated concentrations

of human chorionic gonadotropin

in my sample.

No.

Yes.

-It's baffling, sir.
-Mm.

We have three persons
of interest,

but none of their fingerprints
were on the weapon

-because it's been wiped.
-Mm.

Now seems likely the killer
hid behind a curtain.

Yep. Mm-hmm.

But if it wasn't one of
our three existing suspects,

then I don't know
if or how they escaped.

Well, use your noggin --
Maybe they bolted out the door

-when the lights were off.
-No, sir.

They, uh, tried,
but they were foiled

because there were two people
standing right outside.

Right.
Well, didn't they cop a gander?

No. No.

But the door made contact
with one of their feet,

and that's why the killer was
forced to retreat back inside.

-Chief Superintendent.
-Little Fish.

I might have known
you'd be here,

sticking your nose
in our business.

Well, it is my party.

That makes it all kinds
of my business.

And that also makes you
a suspect.

Oh, fair go, sir.

Where's Sally?

She's asleep.

Where were you at the time
of the murder?

I was with Detective Steed
outside the ballroom door.

Shame on you, Steed,

letting a skirt put you
off your game like that.

Sir, Ms. Fisher is a highly
skilled investigator

and it's insulting
to refer to her in that way.

Well, why don't you
two stay here,

making lovey-dovey eyes
at each other,

and I'll go
and solve the murder.

Thank you
for sticking up for me.

Oh, come on.
Let's go talk to Oona.

It wasn't her.

It's a ninja throwing star.

Oona brought it to kill Pat,
but somebody else got him first.

Unless that's an elaborate ruse
to throw us off the scent.

I don't think so.

Well,
I have to cover every base.

I can't start the year off
with a failure.

If anybody's failing tonight,
it's me.

Pat is dead.

The Magentas are finished.
The party is a disaster.

You and I are still
minus the murderer --

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
We're a team. Remember?

We will solve this thing
together,

just like we always do.

Okay?

First, I just need
to check on Sally.

I know revenge is frowned upon
these days.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Oh, but I do.

I lost someone very dear to me
recently.

And I was so consumed
with my own grief

that I withdrew
from everything in my life

that would have helped me heal.

And then I thought,

is this what Aleksander
would have wanted for me?

Do you really think Feargal
would want you locked up

in a cell
for the rest of your life,

or even worse?

'Ello, 'ello, 'ello!

What do you want?

I'm looking for Iris,

the witness
who was snogging the victim.

-Have you seen her?
-Not since half a bottle ago.

-Whisky, huh?
-OONA: Irish.

-The best.
-Ah.

Well, I'll leave you and Birdie
to it, then.

Oh, no. No, no. Stay.

No, you've given me
food for thought.

Yeah.

Oh, alright.

Just because
it's New Year's Eve.

Sláinte.

Sal...

I know I said some things.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

No, no.

Don't apologize.
It's...

Sally, I...

think it's probably best

if you don't sell your house
in Hartford right now.

Of course.

I was having second thoughts
about the city, anyway.

I think I'd miss all that...

fresh country air.

-I'm sorry, Sally. I --
-Don't be.

Can I at least drive you
back to the hotel --

James, I'm not
your responsibility.

You know, you're not a bad
looking woman in the lamplight.

I s'pose a New Year's kiss
is out of the question?

Oh.

Alright.

Mm, why stop there, Percy, eh?

Let's bring
this New Year's Eve in

with a bang, huh?

Come on.
What are you waiting for?

That got him out.

Oh!

JAMES: The bullet direction

and the fact she can't be
in two places at once

rules her out.

Sorry.

Canapes?

I don't really like onions,
remember?

Oh.

Cola?

Surprise!

You should be more careful
what you leave lying around.

Identical twins.

So clever.

I bet even your parents
can't tell you apart.

That's why you wear the watches,
isn't it?

She's not as dumb as she looks,
Lily.

I completely understand
you hating Pat for dumping you

after everything
that you went through.

But killing him?

He made me give up something
I loved.

Look, it was...

it was a brilliant plan,
switching identities

with your twin sister
to establish an alibi.

And I-I suppose you squashed

the pickled onion
into the carpet

to mark the spot
that'd give you the best shot.

How observant she is.

And then before
the band started,

you hid, Iris.

Behind the curtain, I suppose.

And then you took over
as waitress.

All you had to do was
maneuver Pat to the stain

and trick him
into a midnight kiss.

And then in the darkness,

you came out
from behind the curtain,

and you shot him.

Nobody would notice a gunshot
amongst all the noise.

It was perfect.

Until you tried to flee,
and I blocked your escape.

Time for a little payback, then.

No, no, no.
Please!

You were throwing yourself
at my boyfriend.

I wasn't after Pat, I promise.

Then why did you lead him on?

Just to prove what
we all know already?

That girls like you
can have whoever you want?

No, I can't have whoever I want.

None of that matters in the end.

I had a chance with a man
that I loved, and...

I blew it.

Weblew it, and...

I'm going to spend the rest
of my life missing him.

I'm not buying that sob story.

We're using you
to get us out of here.

PEREGRINE: Then what?
You need to give yourselves up.

-IRIS: You're coming with us.
-PEREGRINE: You won't make it.

The police have this place
surrounded.

LILY: No way.

You're a liar.

JAMES: Drop the weapon!

You're under arrest for murder.

Both of you.

SPARROW: Twin murderers.

Who would've thought.

I knew you'd get there in
the end with a bit of a gee up.

Well done, son.

Actually, it was Ms. Fisher
who solved that, sir.

-That was --
-Yeah, right.

Well, you've earnt the rest
of the night off.

I'll take it from here.

Um, Sally's going
back to Hartford.

Oh.

VIOLETTA: None for me,
thank you.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's for the best.

And why's that?

I think you know why.

Indulge me.

-Peregrine...
-James...

Because I want...you.

VIOLETTA: Now that it's just us,

I want to ask
a question to Samuel.

-Samuel Gordon Birnside,

I love you.

Will you marry me,
in a registry office,

as soon as we possibly can?

Yes!

B-B-But wait, wait, wait, wait.

What about my conversion?

Your faith.

It is something I may struggle
with for a long time.

But we will always
have each other.

I want us to be a family,

you, me...

and the baby.

-The baby?

Um, yes.

We're going to have
our very own neonatus!

BIRDIE: Oh, congratulations!

JAMES: Congratulations!

-BIRDIE: Ooh!
-SAMUEL:

Who would have thought
we could be this happy,

after such a tragic
start to New Year!

I think somebody else can
organize the party next year.

-Yes.
-Ah, maybe.

Well, I think we should start
1965 all over again.

Why not?

VIOLETTA: Yes!
PEREGRINE: Let's count it down.

Here. Good idea.

VIOLETTA: Ooh, yes, yes.

PEREGRINE: Ten!

-JAMES: Nine!
-PEREGRINE: Nine!

ALL: Eight! Seven!

Six! Five! Four!

Three! Two! One!

-Happy New Year!
-Happy New Year!

-Oh, don't!

And never
brought to mind?

be forgot

of kindness yet

Well, Mr. Black and White...

you sure you're not afraid
of a little bit of grey?

I'm terrified.

darling, never

around to me