The Good Ship Murder (2023) s01e01 Episode Script
La Rochelle
1
PIANO PLAYS
# I never told you how I feel
# So I wrote it all down
In a letter
# You'll read the words and see
# How happy you and I could be
# You're the only one for me
# And you'll always have a piece
# Of my heart. #
CHUCKLES
Yeah. Let's close the act
with that tonight.
Send them to bed with a smile
on their faces.
Cheers, D.
Ladies.
# Going on an adventure
# And I got a feeling
The sun won't shine
# Shine
The sun won't shine
# I'm in love with the ocean
# And I got a feeling
I'm sailing tonight
# Tonight
I'm sailing tonight
# It's because of you
That I'll always remember
# I'm going on an adventure
With you on my mind
# I'm going on an adventure
With you on my mind. #
'Loads is happening on the ship
today.
'Do check your daily programme
and daily planners.
'Have a fantastic day
and see you around.
'Thanks very much.'
CAMERA CLICKS
Smile!
Shouldn't you be rehearsing?
Beverley!
Looking pucker, as always.
I'm the face of the ship, Jack.
It's important to set an example.
Nothing like the first day
out at sea.
The thrill of impending adventure.
I want the whole of the ents team
on deck for sail away,
shipshape and Bristol fashion.
And that suit
Looks like it's been slept in.
331m in length,
18 decks,
with a cruising speed of 22 knots.
6,334 passengers.
This is going to be a trip
to remember.
First Officer Woods.
Welcome aboard. Captain.
Congratulations on the promotion.
Thoroughly deserved.
Thank you, Captain.
How was the sojourn in Miami?
The Fantasia, wasn't it?
She's a beautiful ship,
but this is where I belong.
Good to have you back.
Piers.
Perhaps you should do the manoeuvre.
Get us underway.
It would be my pleasure, Captain.
First time?
I never thought cruising
would be my thing.
Could be hard to connect,
a single traveller.
Bit of a newbie myself.
Three months at sea.
You work on the ship?
I sing a few songs, yeah.
Oh, you're a performer. Oh!
Oh, how lovely.
A few days on board
and we'll soon win you over.
Sun, sea and show tunes.
Truth be told,
I'm feeling rather bilious.
I think I'll head back to my cabin.
You'll be missing out on all the
fun.
APPLAUSE
Mrs Weaver, welcome home.
Oh, it's Mrs Donnelly now.
I only went and got married again.
Isn't that a turnout.
This is Tony, my new other half.
Beverley, our cruise director.
I trust the Orea suite
is up to your liking.
1,500 extra we paid
for that Jacuzzi.
Not like we're ever gonna use it.
Well, you wouldn't have met
Jack Grayling,
our new resident house singer.
Jack.
This is Mrs Donnelly,
one of our frequent fliers.
Please, call me Brenda.
Good to meet you, Brenda.
The pleasure's all mine.
Dry martini
prepared with your favourite gin.
And brought by my favourite waiter.
Also, to confirm
your lunch reservation tomorrow.
L'Etoile de mer.
Best table in the house.
Oh, bless you, Jamil.
Sadly, Tony won't be joining me.
No, I'm planning on doing
a bit of bird watching.
Ile de Re salt pans.
Magnet for migrating wildfowl.
Right, time for me to mingle.
Make some new friends.
I guess I'd better chase up
that Scotch and soda.
Well, she didn't waste much time.
Must be all of 18 months
since she buried the last one,
another cruise stalwart.
Well, at least she's having fun, eh?
Starboard. 3:00. Baseball cap.
What about him?
Mystery shopper.
Sorry, Bev, you've lost me.
I can spot them a mile off.
Employed by head office
to keep us all on our toes.
If our approval ratings drop
this summer,
believe me, heads will roll.
See if you can schmooze him.
And I'll find out
who paid for his booking.
Port control requesting
pilot boarding time. Over.
'Roger that. We'll have a pilot
pierside five. Over.'
Switching on radar echo sound
ECDIS.
Changing the AIS status.
Destination, La Rochelle.
ETA 06:20.
HORN
'This is Beverley,
your cruise director,
'informing all guests that the ship
has now departed
'and is on course for La Rochelle.'
Champagne, sir?
Oh, no, no, no. I didn't order that.
Compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Cabin upgrade, free Wi-Fi.
They've even asked me
to dine at the captain's table.
I'm not sure I'm dressed for it.
I think the management
might have sussed you.
Sussed me?
You've been making notes
in that book since you boarded.
Ah. Er, I'm a bit of
a ship stat nerd.
Er, fan trips, tracker sites.
We upload all our photos
on to a chatroom forum.
Oh, could I?
Sure.
Yeah. Thank you.
I worked in plastics for 37 years,
recycling carbon combustibles.
I know you're gonna ask,
do I miss the cut and thrust
of heavy industry?
Am I?
My pension pays a small stipend,
and Brenda's got a bit
squirreled away,
enough to keep us in the style
we've become accustomed to.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
I think you are needed
back up on the bridge.
Ah. Mustn't keep the captain
waiting.
Thought you might need rescuing.
I had it covered.
Jack Grayling. We haven't met.
Oh, you're the lounge singer, right?
Ah, you must have seen me
on all those billboards. Yeah.
No. You just look the type.
Leaving already?
Well, I'm needed, up on the bridge.
Well, how about a drink
after you finish your shift?
I have a rule when I'm at sea
that officers and ents never mix.
Sorry. It's nothing personal.
It's just
It's good to have boundaries.
Hey, Jamil,
what's the deal with the ice queen?
Kate Woods, Captain's protege.
So why haven't I seen her around?
She spent the winter
on the Caribbean circuit,
earned her stripes as first officer.
Balls of steel, that one.
All she cares about
is getting her own command.
Kate Woods is out of your league,
my friend.
SIGHS
KNOCKING
Yes?
KNOCKING
'This is Beverley,
your cruise director,
'informing all guests
'that the ship has now arrived
in La Rochelle.
'The weather in port is a sunny 25C,
so don't forget your sun cream.'
Hope you're not abandoning ship.
Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.
Best way to see the island.
I took your advice. Que du jour.
Ship leaves at seven.
Don't miss it.
I'll try not to be late.
Mm-hm.
Hey.
Oh.
Someone has a spring in his step
this morning.
Yeah. I thought I'd head for
the beach, top up the tan,
check out the local sites.
Must be tiring,
a girl in every port.
Especially at your age.
You can sleep when you're dead,
Yuval.
LAUGHS
Hi, Jamil.
'Are you in La Rochelle?'
Yeah, I'm just about to head to
Ile de Re.
'Officer Woods is running
at Ile de Re.'
Is she really?
HORN
Oh. Sorry. Sorry.
Oh.
Katie. Right?
Kate.
Sorry.
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
Look, look. Kate, Kate.
If we're planning on avoiding
each other
for the rest of the summer,
we're gonna need a bigger boat.
SCREAMING
It's the mystery shopper.
Blunt trauma wound
to the back of the head.
He was hit from behind
with considerable force.
No sign of his phone, no wallet.
Pretty clued up for a lounge singer,
aren't you?
I used to be a copper.
Serious crimes.
Well, you certainly are
full of surprises.
Looks like a map of
those pine woods,
local nature trails.
Bird hide is marked with a cross.
Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.
Mm-hm.
Well, I thought he might be sleeping
at first,
but then I realised he was
Did you see anyone else?
In the woods? Near the beach?
Er Some walkers,
a couple of cyclists.
How about back on the lane?
A pickup truck passed me
on the road.
It was blue, I think.
I don't suppose you saw
the driver's face?
Sorry.
I'm no use to anyone.
Look, how about we get you
back to the ship?
Yeah.
Excuse me. Is Inspector Lebron
still police chief?
Capitaine Lebron.
It's been years.
Jack Grayling.
I might have known
you'd be somewhere in the mix.
I was down near the beach
when they found his body.
A brutal murder like this is not
going to be good for the town.
Something tells me Nathan Graelish
knew his killer.
You are not a policeman anymore,
Jack. Leave this one to me.
I'm just trying to help my friend.
OK. We'll follow up the evidence
that we found at the crime scene.
You see what you can get
from the ship.
Anything that might have a bearing
on this investigation, you call me.
I promise you'll be the first
to know.
French police have informed us
a passenger has been found dead.
They haven't given us a name yet.
We need to inform the captain.
And let's try and keep a lid
on this.
Beverley. I was hoping
I'd run into you.
Tony isn't back
from his birdwatching trip.
He's never usually as late as this.
Have you tried his phone?
Well, that's just it.
He's not answering.
Where on earth have you been?
I just got a bit lost in the woods.
I've been worried.
Panic over.
I don't know why you're making
such a fuss.
Well, you're back safe and sound.
That's all that matters.
Ah, Kate.
Just giving Piers the heads up.
We've been ordered to hold the ship
in port.
Always plenty of red tape
when things like this happen.
I'll need to redo
my tide calculations.
I have already checked
the voyage plan.
We can make up the lost time
when we get back out to sea.
We're embroiled in a murder case.
Wouldn't surprise me
if we're stuck here for days.
We should make an announcement,
let the passengers know that
there's been a delay.
We needn't fry the whole herring
just for the sake of the roe.
Piers is right.
The last thing we need is a mutiny
to contend with.
Better share the bad news
with head office.
Shame this have to happen
on your watch.
La, da, dee, dee, da,
da, dee, da.
So, this is where the magic happens.
The sweet smell of showbusiness.
Well, it smells like socks
and cheap aftershave, but
If you've only come here
to insult me
Nathan Graelish's murder.
I wondered if you'd landed on
any leads.
In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm not a copper anymore.
You want to solve this
as badly as I do.
And what's in it for you?
This is my first cruise
as first mate.
Captain Jameson
Well, he likes to delegate.
Allows him more time
in the Yacht Club Bar.
Which technically means
that I am in charge.
And you get to steer the boat,
right?
Look, the last thing I needed
was a murder to contend with.
And you thought, "Hmm, ex copper.
I'll get him to clean up the mess."
I was thinking more of pooling
our resources.
I guess there's no harm in doing
some more digging.
And we can keep this between us,
right?
Strictly entre nous.
Great.
Well, I will check in with you
at the end of my shift.
It's a date.
So, what exactly are we looking for?
Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.
Look, check his pockets, suitcase.
Anything that might give us a lead.
Yeah.
BEEPING
Password protected. Great.
These don't look like ship stats.
Who's staying in the Orea suites?
The Jacksons, the Darlings,
the Donnellys.
They always stay in the same cabin.
BD. Brenda Donnelly.
TD. That's Tony.
Tony? Yes.
Yes. Nathan was filming them
on his phone at the sail away.
You recognise this guy?
That's Pascal Lavigne.
He used to work here. Deckhand.
When was this?
It must have been
a couple of years ago.
They sacked him for stealing
from one of the cabins.
So what's this photograph doing
in Nathan's book?
Wait.
Jack, you might want to see this.
Private investigator?
Nathan Graelish
was a private investigator.
He'd been tailing the Donnellys.
Covert surveillance.
Well, any idea who hired him?
Not yet.
I've asked Yuval
to try and unlock his laptop.
But what's the connection
to Pascal Lavigne?
Well, I know that
he's a piece of work.
He was arrested for theft
on the ship, some jewellery.
He earned himself
a 12-month stretch.
What, so now he's been bumping off
passengers to settle a grudge?
He owns a fishing boat
in La Rochelle harbour.
Come on.
Chop, chop.
Oh, for
Officer Woods.
Just a chat, Pascal.
I'm busy.
Fine. We'll leave you to it.
We can share what we've learned
with the police.
Who's this? Huh?
You need to watch this one.
She set me up.
They found the necklace
in your cabin.
Yeah. 12 months in prison,
and now I'm scraping a living
from fishing.
You must have heard about the man
they found murdered yesterday.
Plage de Trousse-Chemise.
His name was Nathan Graelish.
He was a private investigator.
What's that got to do with me?
That your pickup?
What if it is?
Well, we spoke to a witness.
They placed a similar vehicle
near the crime scene
shortly after Nathan was murdered.
You seriously think it was me?
You know what? It's fine, Pascal.
We'll just get the police
to check the number plates.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
I was digging.
I was digging for razor clams.
I sell them in the restaurants.
I have no idea who this guy is, OK?
And why would I kill a man
I've never even met?
Please.
He is lying about the razor clams.
What makes you so sure?
Because you have to dig them up
at low tide,
which yesterday was late afternoon.
Well, we've got nothing
that ties him to Nathan's murder.
Well, he's just admitted
being near the murder scene.
And what if Nathan saw something
that he shouldn't have?
I wouldn't have had you down as
an amateur sleuth.
It's true crime podcasts.
Cold cases, unsolved homicides.
I'm there.
Is that your way of winding down,
is it,
after a busy day on the bridge?
Well, there is still one mystery
that I haven't solved.
Why would a homicide detective
give it all up
and become a cruise ship singer?
Maybe he fancied a change of scene.
I think there might be more
to Jack Grayling
than just a pretty face.
We should get back.
KNOCKING
Mr and Mrs Donnelly?
Housekeeping.
Hm.
2:30.
Another Scotch and soda.
And this time,
make sure it's the good stuff.
Knocking it back a bit, aren't we?
I've had a rough morning.
Nothing to do with Nathan Graelish?
Nathan arranged to meet you
yesterday.
The birdwatching trip.
Right around the time
he was murdered.
I didn't know who I was meeting.
The note was anonymous.
Private investigator.
And I'm guessing he had something
on you.
'I recognised the lad from the ship.
'Said he was there
on behalf of a client.
'Started reeling off
a list of grievances.'
What's this?
I'm working for Ray Weaver's sister.
She asked me to set up this meeting.
Ray Weaver?
Brenda's second husband.
His sister got it into her head
that Brenda had bumped him off.
She killed him, Tony.
I've got the evidence to prove it.
You wanna watch your mouth,
sunshine.
He found out that me and Brenda
were playing away
in the months
leading up to Ray's death.
She said he'd lost interest.
I suppose I was a shoulder
to cry on.
How did he die, this Ray Weaver?
Slipped on the step
leading down to the sundeck.
Broke his neck.
Hang on, hang on.
It happened on the ship?
Anniversary cruise.
I thought it was strange
that she wanted to go back on board,
but she said she needed closure.
This accident, you think Brenda
had something to do with it?
My Brenda? Of course not.
Nathan Graelish accused your wife
of murder.
You were angry. Something snapped.
I warned him off. That's all.
'I walked away and left him there.'
What do you think is gonna happen
when she gets tired of you?
And did you share any of this
with Brenda?
After everything she's been through?
Something like this,
it'd finish her.
Nathan Graelish was hired
by Ray Weaver's sister
to investigate her claim
that he might have been murdered.
But the coroner concluded
that his death was an accident.
Nathan Graelish might have thought
different.
Maybe there's a connection
between the deaths of Ray Weaver
and Nathan Graelish.
Maybe Tony and Brenda
were in this together.
Nathan found evidence
to tie them to a murder.
He needed to be silenced. Yeah.
Look, I thought we were keeping this
between us.
Oh, Jamil?
He's our eyes and ears on the ship.
There's nothing he doesn't miss.
Yes, but I'm sure he's got work
to do.
Yes. Of course.
If Ray Weaver's sister
was going to confront Tony,
chances are
..she's somewhere on this ship.
Hope you're not abandoning ship.
Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.
'Maureen Weaver.'
Now, you mustn't pummel me too hard,
Analisa.
I bruise very easily.
Devious, murdering bitch!
SCREAMS
No, stop! No.
You didn't stumble across
Nathan Graelish's body by chance.
You were already out there
looking for him.
The meeting he'd set up with Tony.
Someone needed to warn him
..that Brenda had murdered
my brother
..and that Tony was gonna be next.
Why not just confront them
on the ship?
She took out a restraining order.
I'm not allowed anywhere near her.
Tony swears he had nothing
to do with Nathan's murder.
LAUGHS
She's always had a way with men.
Feminine wiles.
She must have promised him
a cut of the insurance money.
What insurance money was this?
Nathan discovered
that she'd taken out a policy
just a few weeks
before she killed Ray.
The insurers paid out
half a million.
The police did investigate
your brother's death, Maureen,
and they concluded
that it was an accident.
They said he was drunk.
Ray barely touched alcohol.
I told them things didn't stack up.
Not one person believed me.
Look, it must have been tough
to lose your brother like that.
I saw what she was like
at the funeral.
No tears.
Not a shred of remorse.
I think you needed answers.
I think you wanted someone to blame.
She killed him.
Look, did Nathan ever mention
a man named Pascal Lavigne?
Er, not that I can remember. Why?
We found that in Nathan's notebook.
He said that he was
on to something big,
the evidence that we needed
to finally nail Brenda,
and now he's dead.
Oh, God!
The captain has asked me
to escort you to your cabin.
Oh, no. Oh, no. You've got
It's Brenda that needs locking up.
Oh, please. Oh, please. It's OK.
You've got to believe me. Please.
It's Brenda
that you should be talking to.
You've bruised your coccyx
from your fall.
You'll be in some discomfort
for a couple of days.
I can give you an ice pack
and some anti-inflammatories.
I dread to think
what could have happened
if Jack hadn't stepped in.
She's been confined to her cabin.
Good. Best place for her.
I fully intend to press charges.
If she's broken the terms of
a restraining order,
that could mean she goes to prison.
I know what happened to Ray.
The accident.
She had a bit of a breakdown
after Ray passed.
Couldn't accept that her brother
had gone.
This ridiculous idea
that I might have something
to do with his death.
Tony told me it happened
on your anniversary cruise.
Weather had been rough.
Bay of Biscay.
He'd had a few drinks to celebrate
and must have lost his footing.
So you weren't there when he fell?
No, I was back at the cabin.
Early night.
His sister said
he barely touched alcohol.
Ray had been having some issues.
He was all set to file
for bankruptcy.
Health was suffering, dizzy spells.
He was due to have tests
as soon as the holiday was over.
Maybe if we'd done something
sooner
Beverley told us what happened.
It'll take more than Maureen Weaver
to ruin my holiday.
That's the Brenda
we all know and love.
Tough as old boots, this one.
Less of the old, you.
Right, come on.
Let's get you back to your cabin.
I'll check up on you later,
see how you're feeling.
Oh, thank you, Sharon. I'll be fine.
Oh, come on.
Come on now, Brenda, love.
I'll get you a nice drink
back at the cabin.
Look, the night Ray Weaver died
They called a code Alpha,
male fatality.
And it didn't seem in any way
suspicious?
No. Witnesses confirmed
he was intoxicated.
Slurring, off balance.
The PM test showed high levels
of ethanol in his bloodstream.
It seems to back up the consensus
that this was an accident.
There was something
that troubled me.
Ray dropped into the medical centre
the previous afternoon
complaining of feeling unwell.
Nausea, headaches, vomiting.
Well, Brenda said he'd been
under the weather.
He was due in for some tests.
He never mentioned any tests to me.
I prescribed some seasickness pills
and told him to get some rest.
I am telling you now, he is guilty.
I have seen that look before.
OK. I'm not sure you condemn a man
on a look.
I'm not sure what kind of
Jack.
Piers.
The police have charged
Pascal Lavigne with the murder.
They found traces of blood
on his clothes.
It came back as a match
for Nathan's.
They picked him up in a bar
in La Rochelle,
along with an envelope full of cash.
Looks like he was planning on doing
a runner.
I mean, that puts Tony Donnelly
in the clear.
Yeah, but it doesn't make sense.
We know this wasn't
a random robbery.
We've been given permission to sail.
Let me get back to the bridge.
I think we should delay.
There is more to this murder case
than the French police
have accounted for.
Isn't that right, Jack?
Yeah, it could implicate
a couple of our passengers.
I'll square it with the captain.
I didn't realise you were
Together?
For an ex-copper,
you do tend to miss things.
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
Nope.
Don't feel like singing tonight.
Oh.
Wouldn't have anything to do with
Officer Woods?
Piers de Vreese.
You didn't tell me
they were together.
Well, naval pedigree, old money.
I think he's more her type.
Hey!
Was there something you wanted,
Jamil?
Yuval finally cracked
Nathan's laptop.
That's if you're still interested,
then
Yep. Let's go.
I'll leave you to it, Jack.
I have to get back to work.
Thanks, Jamil.
Gotcha.
Feeling better?
That lie down did me
the world of good.
You know, Maureen Weaver's deluded.
It's all in her head.
Got me thinking all the same.
That insurance policy you took out
at Christmas?
Seems I might be worth more to you
dead than alive.
Hey! You are going nowhere,
Tony Donnelly.
And I won't hear any more of
this talk.
Why don't we try the Jacuzzi
before dinner?
You get it fired up,
and I'll slip into
that leopard-skin one piece.
This is where we found Ray.
Bottom of the stairs.
So this deck late at night,
chances are
it would have been quiet.
Dark. No cameras.
You want to tell me
where you're going with all this?
Maureen Weaver said her brother
was teetotal.
Yeah, He was having trouble
with his business.
He could have fallen off the wagon.
Brenda told me
he'd had a few drinks.
We've only got her word for that.
And the postmortem blood tests.
Anniversary cruise.
The woman who loved to party.
And on the same night
Ray meets his maker,
she's already gone to bed.
You're not making any sense.
Lavigne worked as a deckhand
around the same time
as Ray Weaver's fatal cruise.
Well, yeah, it's possible
that their paths crossed.
'Brenda hired Lavigne
to bump off Ray
'while she was sound asleep
in her cabin.
'They were planning on doing
the same thing to Tony.'
She wasn't having lunch
at L'Etoile de Mer.
She was meeting up
with Pascal Lavigne.
OK, so how did Nathan Graelish
end up dead?
Starboard. 3:00. Baseball cap.
'The baseball caps.'
Tony was always the intended victim.
Merde!
Pascal Lavigne killed the wrong man.
Tony?
Out here!
Yuval!
Hey. Hey. Tony?
He's alive.
Get the doctor. Now!
Tony, lift your head up.
That's it.
Miss Brenda.
Ready for your six o'clock martini
this evening?
Ready as I'll ever be, Jamil.
Best table in the house.
Thank you.
Where is Mr Tony this evening?
Oh, he was feeling a little
under the weather.
An overdose of amlodipine.
Thankfully, we found him in time.
Drowning brought on by a stroke.
A history of hypertension.
Would have played out well enough.
Sorry. You've lost me, Jack.
But if Tony had any inkling
his wife wanted him dead,
you'd be looking to finish the job.
Ray Weaver wasn't drunk
the night he died.
He was suffering the effects of
a slow-release poisoning.
Ethylene glycol.
It produces the appearance
of intoxication
and would have shown up
in his blood as alcohol.
You set him up as a drunk,
then went back to your room
and left Pascal Lavigne
to do the dirty work.
One husband down
and you already lined up
his replacement.
You've lost your minds.
We've got Pascal Lavigne
in police custody.
He's named you as an accessory
for the two murders.
Nathan Graelish knew that Pascal
was involved.
He just hadn't put all the pieces
together.
Husband number two
was on borrowed time.
Where's the rest?
You'll get it
when you finish the job.
That's the trouble with men.
Always end up letting you down.
I'll pass on all the evidence
to the police.
They're going to send you away
for a long time.
I never did get to hear you sing.
HORN
'Monsieur Grayling?
Capitaine Lebrun.
'I just wanted to thank you
'for all your help
in solving the case.'
Well, I'm just glad
we got some justice for Nathan.
'Madame Donnelly will be
formally charged in the morning.'
Well, that's great news.
'Bon voyage, Jack.'
'Wherever you are sailing to next,
travel safe.'
Sorry, I didn't mean to
That was the French police.
They're charging Brenda Donnelly.
I'll let Maureen Weaver know.
So, how's Tony holding up?
Yeah, he's fine.
We've taken him back to his cabin,
although he is insisting on
24-hour care.
I, erm I just came back
for these.
Need to catch up on
my true crime podcast.
I thought you would have had
a skinful of serial killers.
You do know that you wouldn't have
solved this case without me,
don't you?
We make a good team.
Well, just for the record,
I still think that you are
a shallow, self-centred
So you won't need me to save you
a front-row seat?
I've got revision to catch up on.
Exams for my captain's licence.
Well, that sounds like
a whole heap of fun. Mm.
Another time. Maybe.
Better go knock 'em dead.
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
HORN
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
Yeah!
Whoo!
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
did you all enjoy
your little sojourn on La Rochelle?
Yeah?
Well, it was certainly
very eventful, wasn't it, eh?
So now I just want you to sit back,
relax,
and enjoy the dulcet tones
of the voice of the ship,
the one and only Mr Jack Grayling.
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
# Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
# Of the bluebird as she sings
# The six o'clock alarm
Would never ring
# But it rings and I rise
# Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
# My shavin' razor's cold
And it stings
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen?
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen?
# Yeah
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen? #
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
'The ship has now arrived
in Lisbon.'
You're either a policeman
..Or a serial killer.
Our star guest has received
a death threat.
Form an orderly queue, please,
ladies and gentlemen.
He turns up everywhere.
I don't like him.
No way. Isn't that
Anoushka Barrymore.
Hello, Nero.
So, yes, I want them both dead.
Oh, you really are the best fans.
SCREAMING
The best revenge is not to kill
your enemy.
Kill the thing they love.
# You thought you'd run away now
# From the troubles in your life
# And watch a new horizon in the sky
# But now the truth's caught up
With you
# Forever is waiting for you
# In the deep blue. #
PIANO PLAYS
# I never told you how I feel
# So I wrote it all down
In a letter
# You'll read the words and see
# How happy you and I could be
# You're the only one for me
# And you'll always have a piece
# Of my heart. #
CHUCKLES
Yeah. Let's close the act
with that tonight.
Send them to bed with a smile
on their faces.
Cheers, D.
Ladies.
# Going on an adventure
# And I got a feeling
The sun won't shine
# Shine
The sun won't shine
# I'm in love with the ocean
# And I got a feeling
I'm sailing tonight
# Tonight
I'm sailing tonight
# It's because of you
That I'll always remember
# I'm going on an adventure
With you on my mind
# I'm going on an adventure
With you on my mind. #
'Loads is happening on the ship
today.
'Do check your daily programme
and daily planners.
'Have a fantastic day
and see you around.
'Thanks very much.'
CAMERA CLICKS
Smile!
Shouldn't you be rehearsing?
Beverley!
Looking pucker, as always.
I'm the face of the ship, Jack.
It's important to set an example.
Nothing like the first day
out at sea.
The thrill of impending adventure.
I want the whole of the ents team
on deck for sail away,
shipshape and Bristol fashion.
And that suit
Looks like it's been slept in.
331m in length,
18 decks,
with a cruising speed of 22 knots.
6,334 passengers.
This is going to be a trip
to remember.
First Officer Woods.
Welcome aboard. Captain.
Congratulations on the promotion.
Thoroughly deserved.
Thank you, Captain.
How was the sojourn in Miami?
The Fantasia, wasn't it?
She's a beautiful ship,
but this is where I belong.
Good to have you back.
Piers.
Perhaps you should do the manoeuvre.
Get us underway.
It would be my pleasure, Captain.
First time?
I never thought cruising
would be my thing.
Could be hard to connect,
a single traveller.
Bit of a newbie myself.
Three months at sea.
You work on the ship?
I sing a few songs, yeah.
Oh, you're a performer. Oh!
Oh, how lovely.
A few days on board
and we'll soon win you over.
Sun, sea and show tunes.
Truth be told,
I'm feeling rather bilious.
I think I'll head back to my cabin.
You'll be missing out on all the
fun.
APPLAUSE
Mrs Weaver, welcome home.
Oh, it's Mrs Donnelly now.
I only went and got married again.
Isn't that a turnout.
This is Tony, my new other half.
Beverley, our cruise director.
I trust the Orea suite
is up to your liking.
1,500 extra we paid
for that Jacuzzi.
Not like we're ever gonna use it.
Well, you wouldn't have met
Jack Grayling,
our new resident house singer.
Jack.
This is Mrs Donnelly,
one of our frequent fliers.
Please, call me Brenda.
Good to meet you, Brenda.
The pleasure's all mine.
Dry martini
prepared with your favourite gin.
And brought by my favourite waiter.
Also, to confirm
your lunch reservation tomorrow.
L'Etoile de mer.
Best table in the house.
Oh, bless you, Jamil.
Sadly, Tony won't be joining me.
No, I'm planning on doing
a bit of bird watching.
Ile de Re salt pans.
Magnet for migrating wildfowl.
Right, time for me to mingle.
Make some new friends.
I guess I'd better chase up
that Scotch and soda.
Well, she didn't waste much time.
Must be all of 18 months
since she buried the last one,
another cruise stalwart.
Well, at least she's having fun, eh?
Starboard. 3:00. Baseball cap.
What about him?
Mystery shopper.
Sorry, Bev, you've lost me.
I can spot them a mile off.
Employed by head office
to keep us all on our toes.
If our approval ratings drop
this summer,
believe me, heads will roll.
See if you can schmooze him.
And I'll find out
who paid for his booking.
Port control requesting
pilot boarding time. Over.
'Roger that. We'll have a pilot
pierside five. Over.'
Switching on radar echo sound
ECDIS.
Changing the AIS status.
Destination, La Rochelle.
ETA 06:20.
HORN
'This is Beverley,
your cruise director,
'informing all guests that the ship
has now departed
'and is on course for La Rochelle.'
Champagne, sir?
Oh, no, no, no. I didn't order that.
Compliments of the house.
Thank you.
Cabin upgrade, free Wi-Fi.
They've even asked me
to dine at the captain's table.
I'm not sure I'm dressed for it.
I think the management
might have sussed you.
Sussed me?
You've been making notes
in that book since you boarded.
Ah. Er, I'm a bit of
a ship stat nerd.
Er, fan trips, tracker sites.
We upload all our photos
on to a chatroom forum.
Oh, could I?
Sure.
Yeah. Thank you.
I worked in plastics for 37 years,
recycling carbon combustibles.
I know you're gonna ask,
do I miss the cut and thrust
of heavy industry?
Am I?
My pension pays a small stipend,
and Brenda's got a bit
squirreled away,
enough to keep us in the style
we've become accustomed to.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
I think you are needed
back up on the bridge.
Ah. Mustn't keep the captain
waiting.
Thought you might need rescuing.
I had it covered.
Jack Grayling. We haven't met.
Oh, you're the lounge singer, right?
Ah, you must have seen me
on all those billboards. Yeah.
No. You just look the type.
Leaving already?
Well, I'm needed, up on the bridge.
Well, how about a drink
after you finish your shift?
I have a rule when I'm at sea
that officers and ents never mix.
Sorry. It's nothing personal.
It's just
It's good to have boundaries.
Hey, Jamil,
what's the deal with the ice queen?
Kate Woods, Captain's protege.
So why haven't I seen her around?
She spent the winter
on the Caribbean circuit,
earned her stripes as first officer.
Balls of steel, that one.
All she cares about
is getting her own command.
Kate Woods is out of your league,
my friend.
SIGHS
KNOCKING
Yes?
KNOCKING
'This is Beverley,
your cruise director,
'informing all guests
'that the ship has now arrived
in La Rochelle.
'The weather in port is a sunny 25C,
so don't forget your sun cream.'
Hope you're not abandoning ship.
Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.
Best way to see the island.
I took your advice. Que du jour.
Ship leaves at seven.
Don't miss it.
I'll try not to be late.
Mm-hm.
Hey.
Oh.
Someone has a spring in his step
this morning.
Yeah. I thought I'd head for
the beach, top up the tan,
check out the local sites.
Must be tiring,
a girl in every port.
Especially at your age.
You can sleep when you're dead,
Yuval.
LAUGHS
Hi, Jamil.
'Are you in La Rochelle?'
Yeah, I'm just about to head to
Ile de Re.
'Officer Woods is running
at Ile de Re.'
Is she really?
HORN
Oh. Sorry. Sorry.
Oh.
Katie. Right?
Kate.
Sorry.
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
Look, look. Kate, Kate.
If we're planning on avoiding
each other
for the rest of the summer,
we're gonna need a bigger boat.
SCREAMING
It's the mystery shopper.
Blunt trauma wound
to the back of the head.
He was hit from behind
with considerable force.
No sign of his phone, no wallet.
Pretty clued up for a lounge singer,
aren't you?
I used to be a copper.
Serious crimes.
Well, you certainly are
full of surprises.
Looks like a map of
those pine woods,
local nature trails.
Bird hide is marked with a cross.
Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.
Mm-hm.
Well, I thought he might be sleeping
at first,
but then I realised he was
Did you see anyone else?
In the woods? Near the beach?
Er Some walkers,
a couple of cyclists.
How about back on the lane?
A pickup truck passed me
on the road.
It was blue, I think.
I don't suppose you saw
the driver's face?
Sorry.
I'm no use to anyone.
Look, how about we get you
back to the ship?
Yeah.
Excuse me. Is Inspector Lebron
still police chief?
Capitaine Lebron.
It's been years.
Jack Grayling.
I might have known
you'd be somewhere in the mix.
I was down near the beach
when they found his body.
A brutal murder like this is not
going to be good for the town.
Something tells me Nathan Graelish
knew his killer.
You are not a policeman anymore,
Jack. Leave this one to me.
I'm just trying to help my friend.
OK. We'll follow up the evidence
that we found at the crime scene.
You see what you can get
from the ship.
Anything that might have a bearing
on this investigation, you call me.
I promise you'll be the first
to know.
French police have informed us
a passenger has been found dead.
They haven't given us a name yet.
We need to inform the captain.
And let's try and keep a lid
on this.
Beverley. I was hoping
I'd run into you.
Tony isn't back
from his birdwatching trip.
He's never usually as late as this.
Have you tried his phone?
Well, that's just it.
He's not answering.
Where on earth have you been?
I just got a bit lost in the woods.
I've been worried.
Panic over.
I don't know why you're making
such a fuss.
Well, you're back safe and sound.
That's all that matters.
Ah, Kate.
Just giving Piers the heads up.
We've been ordered to hold the ship
in port.
Always plenty of red tape
when things like this happen.
I'll need to redo
my tide calculations.
I have already checked
the voyage plan.
We can make up the lost time
when we get back out to sea.
We're embroiled in a murder case.
Wouldn't surprise me
if we're stuck here for days.
We should make an announcement,
let the passengers know that
there's been a delay.
We needn't fry the whole herring
just for the sake of the roe.
Piers is right.
The last thing we need is a mutiny
to contend with.
Better share the bad news
with head office.
Shame this have to happen
on your watch.
La, da, dee, dee, da,
da, dee, da.
So, this is where the magic happens.
The sweet smell of showbusiness.
Well, it smells like socks
and cheap aftershave, but
If you've only come here
to insult me
Nathan Graelish's murder.
I wondered if you'd landed on
any leads.
In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm not a copper anymore.
You want to solve this
as badly as I do.
And what's in it for you?
This is my first cruise
as first mate.
Captain Jameson
Well, he likes to delegate.
Allows him more time
in the Yacht Club Bar.
Which technically means
that I am in charge.
And you get to steer the boat,
right?
Look, the last thing I needed
was a murder to contend with.
And you thought, "Hmm, ex copper.
I'll get him to clean up the mess."
I was thinking more of pooling
our resources.
I guess there's no harm in doing
some more digging.
And we can keep this between us,
right?
Strictly entre nous.
Great.
Well, I will check in with you
at the end of my shift.
It's a date.
So, what exactly are we looking for?
Nathan Graelish was meeting someone.
Look, check his pockets, suitcase.
Anything that might give us a lead.
Yeah.
BEEPING
Password protected. Great.
These don't look like ship stats.
Who's staying in the Orea suites?
The Jacksons, the Darlings,
the Donnellys.
They always stay in the same cabin.
BD. Brenda Donnelly.
TD. That's Tony.
Tony? Yes.
Yes. Nathan was filming them
on his phone at the sail away.
You recognise this guy?
That's Pascal Lavigne.
He used to work here. Deckhand.
When was this?
It must have been
a couple of years ago.
They sacked him for stealing
from one of the cabins.
So what's this photograph doing
in Nathan's book?
Wait.
Jack, you might want to see this.
Private investigator?
Nathan Graelish
was a private investigator.
He'd been tailing the Donnellys.
Covert surveillance.
Well, any idea who hired him?
Not yet.
I've asked Yuval
to try and unlock his laptop.
But what's the connection
to Pascal Lavigne?
Well, I know that
he's a piece of work.
He was arrested for theft
on the ship, some jewellery.
He earned himself
a 12-month stretch.
What, so now he's been bumping off
passengers to settle a grudge?
He owns a fishing boat
in La Rochelle harbour.
Come on.
Chop, chop.
Oh, for
Officer Woods.
Just a chat, Pascal.
I'm busy.
Fine. We'll leave you to it.
We can share what we've learned
with the police.
Who's this? Huh?
You need to watch this one.
She set me up.
They found the necklace
in your cabin.
Yeah. 12 months in prison,
and now I'm scraping a living
from fishing.
You must have heard about the man
they found murdered yesterday.
Plage de Trousse-Chemise.
His name was Nathan Graelish.
He was a private investigator.
What's that got to do with me?
That your pickup?
What if it is?
Well, we spoke to a witness.
They placed a similar vehicle
near the crime scene
shortly after Nathan was murdered.
You seriously think it was me?
You know what? It's fine, Pascal.
We'll just get the police
to check the number plates.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
I was digging.
I was digging for razor clams.
I sell them in the restaurants.
I have no idea who this guy is, OK?
And why would I kill a man
I've never even met?
Please.
He is lying about the razor clams.
What makes you so sure?
Because you have to dig them up
at low tide,
which yesterday was late afternoon.
Well, we've got nothing
that ties him to Nathan's murder.
Well, he's just admitted
being near the murder scene.
And what if Nathan saw something
that he shouldn't have?
I wouldn't have had you down as
an amateur sleuth.
It's true crime podcasts.
Cold cases, unsolved homicides.
I'm there.
Is that your way of winding down,
is it,
after a busy day on the bridge?
Well, there is still one mystery
that I haven't solved.
Why would a homicide detective
give it all up
and become a cruise ship singer?
Maybe he fancied a change of scene.
I think there might be more
to Jack Grayling
than just a pretty face.
We should get back.
KNOCKING
Mr and Mrs Donnelly?
Housekeeping.
Hm.
2:30.
Another Scotch and soda.
And this time,
make sure it's the good stuff.
Knocking it back a bit, aren't we?
I've had a rough morning.
Nothing to do with Nathan Graelish?
Nathan arranged to meet you
yesterday.
The birdwatching trip.
Right around the time
he was murdered.
I didn't know who I was meeting.
The note was anonymous.
Private investigator.
And I'm guessing he had something
on you.
'I recognised the lad from the ship.
'Said he was there
on behalf of a client.
'Started reeling off
a list of grievances.'
What's this?
I'm working for Ray Weaver's sister.
She asked me to set up this meeting.
Ray Weaver?
Brenda's second husband.
His sister got it into her head
that Brenda had bumped him off.
She killed him, Tony.
I've got the evidence to prove it.
You wanna watch your mouth,
sunshine.
He found out that me and Brenda
were playing away
in the months
leading up to Ray's death.
She said he'd lost interest.
I suppose I was a shoulder
to cry on.
How did he die, this Ray Weaver?
Slipped on the step
leading down to the sundeck.
Broke his neck.
Hang on, hang on.
It happened on the ship?
Anniversary cruise.
I thought it was strange
that she wanted to go back on board,
but she said she needed closure.
This accident, you think Brenda
had something to do with it?
My Brenda? Of course not.
Nathan Graelish accused your wife
of murder.
You were angry. Something snapped.
I warned him off. That's all.
'I walked away and left him there.'
What do you think is gonna happen
when she gets tired of you?
And did you share any of this
with Brenda?
After everything she's been through?
Something like this,
it'd finish her.
Nathan Graelish was hired
by Ray Weaver's sister
to investigate her claim
that he might have been murdered.
But the coroner concluded
that his death was an accident.
Nathan Graelish might have thought
different.
Maybe there's a connection
between the deaths of Ray Weaver
and Nathan Graelish.
Maybe Tony and Brenda
were in this together.
Nathan found evidence
to tie them to a murder.
He needed to be silenced. Yeah.
Look, I thought we were keeping this
between us.
Oh, Jamil?
He's our eyes and ears on the ship.
There's nothing he doesn't miss.
Yes, but I'm sure he's got work
to do.
Yes. Of course.
If Ray Weaver's sister
was going to confront Tony,
chances are
..she's somewhere on this ship.
Hope you're not abandoning ship.
Cycling excursion. Ile de Re.
'Maureen Weaver.'
Now, you mustn't pummel me too hard,
Analisa.
I bruise very easily.
Devious, murdering bitch!
SCREAMS
No, stop! No.
You didn't stumble across
Nathan Graelish's body by chance.
You were already out there
looking for him.
The meeting he'd set up with Tony.
Someone needed to warn him
..that Brenda had murdered
my brother
..and that Tony was gonna be next.
Why not just confront them
on the ship?
She took out a restraining order.
I'm not allowed anywhere near her.
Tony swears he had nothing
to do with Nathan's murder.
LAUGHS
She's always had a way with men.
Feminine wiles.
She must have promised him
a cut of the insurance money.
What insurance money was this?
Nathan discovered
that she'd taken out a policy
just a few weeks
before she killed Ray.
The insurers paid out
half a million.
The police did investigate
your brother's death, Maureen,
and they concluded
that it was an accident.
They said he was drunk.
Ray barely touched alcohol.
I told them things didn't stack up.
Not one person believed me.
Look, it must have been tough
to lose your brother like that.
I saw what she was like
at the funeral.
No tears.
Not a shred of remorse.
I think you needed answers.
I think you wanted someone to blame.
She killed him.
Look, did Nathan ever mention
a man named Pascal Lavigne?
Er, not that I can remember. Why?
We found that in Nathan's notebook.
He said that he was
on to something big,
the evidence that we needed
to finally nail Brenda,
and now he's dead.
Oh, God!
The captain has asked me
to escort you to your cabin.
Oh, no. Oh, no. You've got
It's Brenda that needs locking up.
Oh, please. Oh, please. It's OK.
You've got to believe me. Please.
It's Brenda
that you should be talking to.
You've bruised your coccyx
from your fall.
You'll be in some discomfort
for a couple of days.
I can give you an ice pack
and some anti-inflammatories.
I dread to think
what could have happened
if Jack hadn't stepped in.
She's been confined to her cabin.
Good. Best place for her.
I fully intend to press charges.
If she's broken the terms of
a restraining order,
that could mean she goes to prison.
I know what happened to Ray.
The accident.
She had a bit of a breakdown
after Ray passed.
Couldn't accept that her brother
had gone.
This ridiculous idea
that I might have something
to do with his death.
Tony told me it happened
on your anniversary cruise.
Weather had been rough.
Bay of Biscay.
He'd had a few drinks to celebrate
and must have lost his footing.
So you weren't there when he fell?
No, I was back at the cabin.
Early night.
His sister said
he barely touched alcohol.
Ray had been having some issues.
He was all set to file
for bankruptcy.
Health was suffering, dizzy spells.
He was due to have tests
as soon as the holiday was over.
Maybe if we'd done something
sooner
Beverley told us what happened.
It'll take more than Maureen Weaver
to ruin my holiday.
That's the Brenda
we all know and love.
Tough as old boots, this one.
Less of the old, you.
Right, come on.
Let's get you back to your cabin.
I'll check up on you later,
see how you're feeling.
Oh, thank you, Sharon. I'll be fine.
Oh, come on.
Come on now, Brenda, love.
I'll get you a nice drink
back at the cabin.
Look, the night Ray Weaver died
They called a code Alpha,
male fatality.
And it didn't seem in any way
suspicious?
No. Witnesses confirmed
he was intoxicated.
Slurring, off balance.
The PM test showed high levels
of ethanol in his bloodstream.
It seems to back up the consensus
that this was an accident.
There was something
that troubled me.
Ray dropped into the medical centre
the previous afternoon
complaining of feeling unwell.
Nausea, headaches, vomiting.
Well, Brenda said he'd been
under the weather.
He was due in for some tests.
He never mentioned any tests to me.
I prescribed some seasickness pills
and told him to get some rest.
I am telling you now, he is guilty.
I have seen that look before.
OK. I'm not sure you condemn a man
on a look.
I'm not sure what kind of
Jack.
Piers.
The police have charged
Pascal Lavigne with the murder.
They found traces of blood
on his clothes.
It came back as a match
for Nathan's.
They picked him up in a bar
in La Rochelle,
along with an envelope full of cash.
Looks like he was planning on doing
a runner.
I mean, that puts Tony Donnelly
in the clear.
Yeah, but it doesn't make sense.
We know this wasn't
a random robbery.
We've been given permission to sail.
Let me get back to the bridge.
I think we should delay.
There is more to this murder case
than the French police
have accounted for.
Isn't that right, Jack?
Yeah, it could implicate
a couple of our passengers.
I'll square it with the captain.
I didn't realise you were
Together?
For an ex-copper,
you do tend to miss things.
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
Nope.
Don't feel like singing tonight.
Oh.
Wouldn't have anything to do with
Officer Woods?
Piers de Vreese.
You didn't tell me
they were together.
Well, naval pedigree, old money.
I think he's more her type.
Hey!
Was there something you wanted,
Jamil?
Yuval finally cracked
Nathan's laptop.
That's if you're still interested,
then
Yep. Let's go.
I'll leave you to it, Jack.
I have to get back to work.
Thanks, Jamil.
Gotcha.
Feeling better?
That lie down did me
the world of good.
You know, Maureen Weaver's deluded.
It's all in her head.
Got me thinking all the same.
That insurance policy you took out
at Christmas?
Seems I might be worth more to you
dead than alive.
Hey! You are going nowhere,
Tony Donnelly.
And I won't hear any more of
this talk.
Why don't we try the Jacuzzi
before dinner?
You get it fired up,
and I'll slip into
that leopard-skin one piece.
This is where we found Ray.
Bottom of the stairs.
So this deck late at night,
chances are
it would have been quiet.
Dark. No cameras.
You want to tell me
where you're going with all this?
Maureen Weaver said her brother
was teetotal.
Yeah, He was having trouble
with his business.
He could have fallen off the wagon.
Brenda told me
he'd had a few drinks.
We've only got her word for that.
And the postmortem blood tests.
Anniversary cruise.
The woman who loved to party.
And on the same night
Ray meets his maker,
she's already gone to bed.
You're not making any sense.
Lavigne worked as a deckhand
around the same time
as Ray Weaver's fatal cruise.
Well, yeah, it's possible
that their paths crossed.
'Brenda hired Lavigne
to bump off Ray
'while she was sound asleep
in her cabin.
'They were planning on doing
the same thing to Tony.'
She wasn't having lunch
at L'Etoile de Mer.
She was meeting up
with Pascal Lavigne.
OK, so how did Nathan Graelish
end up dead?
Starboard. 3:00. Baseball cap.
'The baseball caps.'
Tony was always the intended victim.
Merde!
Pascal Lavigne killed the wrong man.
Tony?
Out here!
Yuval!
Hey. Hey. Tony?
He's alive.
Get the doctor. Now!
Tony, lift your head up.
That's it.
Miss Brenda.
Ready for your six o'clock martini
this evening?
Ready as I'll ever be, Jamil.
Best table in the house.
Thank you.
Where is Mr Tony this evening?
Oh, he was feeling a little
under the weather.
An overdose of amlodipine.
Thankfully, we found him in time.
Drowning brought on by a stroke.
A history of hypertension.
Would have played out well enough.
Sorry. You've lost me, Jack.
But if Tony had any inkling
his wife wanted him dead,
you'd be looking to finish the job.
Ray Weaver wasn't drunk
the night he died.
He was suffering the effects of
a slow-release poisoning.
Ethylene glycol.
It produces the appearance
of intoxication
and would have shown up
in his blood as alcohol.
You set him up as a drunk,
then went back to your room
and left Pascal Lavigne
to do the dirty work.
One husband down
and you already lined up
his replacement.
You've lost your minds.
We've got Pascal Lavigne
in police custody.
He's named you as an accessory
for the two murders.
Nathan Graelish knew that Pascal
was involved.
He just hadn't put all the pieces
together.
Husband number two
was on borrowed time.
Where's the rest?
You'll get it
when you finish the job.
That's the trouble with men.
Always end up letting you down.
I'll pass on all the evidence
to the police.
They're going to send you away
for a long time.
I never did get to hear you sing.
HORN
'Monsieur Grayling?
Capitaine Lebrun.
'I just wanted to thank you
'for all your help
in solving the case.'
Well, I'm just glad
we got some justice for Nathan.
'Madame Donnelly will be
formally charged in the morning.'
Well, that's great news.
'Bon voyage, Jack.'
'Wherever you are sailing to next,
travel safe.'
Sorry, I didn't mean to
That was the French police.
They're charging Brenda Donnelly.
I'll let Maureen Weaver know.
So, how's Tony holding up?
Yeah, he's fine.
We've taken him back to his cabin,
although he is insisting on
24-hour care.
I, erm I just came back
for these.
Need to catch up on
my true crime podcast.
I thought you would have had
a skinful of serial killers.
You do know that you wouldn't have
solved this case without me,
don't you?
We make a good team.
Well, just for the record,
I still think that you are
a shallow, self-centred
So you won't need me to save you
a front-row seat?
I've got revision to catch up on.
Exams for my captain's licence.
Well, that sounds like
a whole heap of fun. Mm.
Another time. Maybe.
Better go knock 'em dead.
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
HORN
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
Yeah!
Whoo!
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
did you all enjoy
your little sojourn on La Rochelle?
Yeah?
Well, it was certainly
very eventful, wasn't it, eh?
So now I just want you to sit back,
relax,
and enjoy the dulcet tones
of the voice of the ship,
the one and only Mr Jack Grayling.
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
# Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
# Of the bluebird as she sings
# The six o'clock alarm
Would never ring
# But it rings and I rise
# Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
# My shavin' razor's cold
And it stings
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen?
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen?
# Yeah
# Cheer up, sleepy Jean
# Oh, what can it mean
# To a daydream believer
# And a homecoming queen? #
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
'The ship has now arrived
in Lisbon.'
You're either a policeman
..Or a serial killer.
Our star guest has received
a death threat.
Form an orderly queue, please,
ladies and gentlemen.
He turns up everywhere.
I don't like him.
No way. Isn't that
Anoushka Barrymore.
Hello, Nero.
So, yes, I want them both dead.
Oh, you really are the best fans.
SCREAMING
The best revenge is not to kill
your enemy.
Kill the thing they love.
# You thought you'd run away now
# From the troubles in your life
# And watch a new horizon in the sky
# But now the truth's caught up
With you
# Forever is waiting for you
# In the deep blue. #