Good Omens (2019) s02e04 Episode Script

1
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
Lesi, could you play something
that's got a bit of swing?
I'm in the mood for something modern,
but not Bebop.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
Ah.
Perfect.
Oh, I wish I could stop
and give you a lift, but I'm so late.
I'm sure someone will stop for you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
How odd.
I'm so, so sorry.
I really do have to get to Oh!
[CAR BRAKES]
[AZIRAPHALE GRUNTS]
I'm so sorry, can you be an angel
and give me a lift?
My car's broken down
and my phone's dead.
Just to the next town,
there's a garage there.
Oh yes, well
I suppose you better climb in, then.
You are the nicest person.
- I'd given up, thank you.
- Yeah.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
I knew you couldn't resist
somebody under stress.
What a heap of junk this car is.
You'd think you would've upgraded
sometime in the last 90 years,
but no.
Who are you?
It's Aziraphale, isn't it?
Former Angel of the Eastern Gate.
You have the advantage on me.
I do, yes.
Shax.
Former Admissions demon, senior grade.
[SHAX] Now a Hell's ambassador planner,
potentially to this
corner of the planet.
Replacing the demon Crowley.
Oh.
- Crowley's got Gabriel, hasn't he?
- [CAR BREAKS]
I really have no idea
what you're talking about.
[SHAX] It's the only thing
that makes sense.
Crowley is hiding the Angel Gabriel.
I think you must have me
confused for someone else.
I'm a little bemused as to why
Crowley should risk destruction for you.
[SHAX] You don't seem his type at all.
I can tell how Crowley's got him.
Crowley doesn't have Gabriel.
Where would he put him?
Gabriel would never go to Crowley,
he hates Crowley.
He hates you.
I don't know where he is,
but he isn't with Crowley.
- No?
- No.
You know what?
Sometime in the last 18, 19 years,
I remember hearing
that you and Crowley were an item.
[SHAX] I didn't believe it then.
Not really.
Poor old Furfur.
He thought you were
his ticket to the big time.
Now he's on requisitions.
I'm afraid I have no idea
what you are talking about.
Nor where this Angel Gabriel,
who I've never heard of, might be.
You can let me out here.
- This is in the middle of nowhere.
- Sounds about right.
It's okay.
You've already told me where he is.
No! How, how did I tell you
where Gabriel is?
You didn't.
You have now.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
[INTRO THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BOMBS AND WEAPONS NOISES]
If the bomb does land here,
it would take a real miracle
for my friend and I to survive it.
[EXPLOSION AND SIRENS]
That was very kind of you.
- [CROWLEY] Shut up.
- Well
It was. No paperwork for us to have.
Oh, the books.
Oh.
I forgot all the books.
- Oh, they'll all be blown to
- [CROWLEY GRUNTS]
Little demonic miracle of man.
Lift home?
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[MAN THROUGH INTERPHONE] Hello.
Have a miserable eternity.
We'd like to apologize for the wait
and the conditions, but we won't.
Cheer up.
Things could be worse, and they will be.
Shoot number four, all the way down.
Have a miserable eternity.
[SHAX] Next.
[THROUGH INTERPHONE]
for the rest of eternity,
worse and worse and worse.
[SHAX] Next.
I've had enough of this, I need a cuppa.
You'll have to wait.
- [ALL COMPLAINING]
- [MAN] Excuse me. Excuse me!
[THROUGH INTERPHONE] Hello.
Have a miserable eternity.
We'd like to apologize for the wait
and the conditions, but we won't.
Cheer up.
Things could be worse and they will be.
Aargh.
Ouch.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Unbelievable.
Having a rough one?
No, no, it's perfect.
I've spent all morning
processing 52 men called Otto.
You know,
if you really want to get out of here,
I believe they are looking to move some
people
from Admissions to Temptations.
Well, it's never come easy to me.
Climbing the greasy pole.
I get all double tongue tied.
The thing is
I do have the ear of the higher demons.
I could always put in a word for you.
Really?
If you were to hear something
on the Hell burn,
some demon somewhere up to some good,
just let me know.
I could get you
in front of the Dark Council.
You'd do that for me?
Then some day,
and that day may never come,
I could call on you
to do a service for me.
Yeah, yeah I will.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
You know
that was a very nice thing
- you did for me.
- Shut up.
There must be something I can do for you
- in return.
- Forget it, will you?
Right.
Spot of business to do.
Spreading the old demon drink.
[SHOUTING]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
Ah.
The theater.
Bravo! Sophocles, Shakespeare.
- [CROWLEY] Something like that.
- So improving.
Talking of improving. [THUD]
Time for delivery
of some black market joy.
Lovely bottles of joy.
Thank you for sending proof.
We should not be here.
I'm telling you now,
my planning is always exemplary.
I had the Luftwaffe bombing plans
and everything was going
to the East end of London.
Absolutely.
It has something to do
with that swine Crowley.
What did you just say?
It was Mr. Crowley's meddling
that caused this.
Crowley?
Yes, they did say something about
demonic interventions
just before the bomb hit the church.
They? Who is they?
Crowley and his bookseller friend,
Mr. Fell.
Real sissy type, a proper fear girl.
Schtum for a minute.
So this all happened in a church?
And this Crowley was there?
In a church, on hallowed ground?
Tell me
everything.
Broken? All of them?
Didn't you have air
in your bloody tires?
What's the matter with you,
you great lump?
Right, yeah, I did,
I parked right next to
a place where a bomb went off, Mrs. H.
Don't you Mrs. H me, you cheeky sod.
I paid you for 40 bottles
and I bloody well want them.
What a day.
You smashed my Whiskey,
the heating is knackered,
and the girls won't go on stage
because it's so bleeding cold.
And to top it all off,
tonight's magician has just been
arrested as a deserter.
- I'm f
- [PIANO INTERRUPTS]
Erm, I wonder if I might be able to
help you out on behalf of my
erm, good friend here.
I am no stranger
to the art of prestidigitation.
Right, here is the deal.
I can grant you temporary license
to go back up to Earth
as zombies for 24 hours.
- As zombies?
- Zombies, yes, the living dead.
Then if you are able
to find me hard proof
that the demon
Crowley and this Mr. Fell,
who from your description
appears to be an Angel,
are not just associating
but actively working together,
I will be authorized to grant you
freedom from Hell and Damnation.
What if this Angel, Mr. Fell,
uses his heavenly powers against us?
No worry about that,
I recently qualified as an authorized
miracle blocker.
I can stop all that very easily, but
if you don't want to do it, no problem,
the alternative is this.
[ALL] Oh!
Not him, that's Asterik,
he just brought me the clicker.
Thank you.
[MECHANICAL NOISES]
- A spider's web?
- Give me a minute, it's fiddly.
[MAN SHOUTING]
- [GRUMPING]
- [MAN SHOUTING]
Comandant Klupps.
[MAN SHOUTING]
You'd be passed through
this spider's digestive system,
expelled as faecal matter,
reconstituted as a Nazi headed fly
and the whole sorry
business is repeated.
For how long?
Let me check for you.
Eternity. So, if you'd rather take
the initial 24 hours
as a living dead on Earth,
just sign here, otherwise it's straight
through there for spinne time.
So
what do we do when we find the proof?
Just twist the jewel on this,
that summons me, I'll be right there.
And then what?
Well, I should be the one
to collect the proof
with this state of the art device.
All done.
As newly inculcated
members of the undead,
you will experience
periods of blood lust
which you will have to satisfy.
These cravings can only be quenched
by the consumption
of living human brains,
just to keep you going. Any questions?
Good.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DRUNKENLY SINGING] I'll ♪
Tell you a story ♪
That is sure to please ♪
Of a great farting contest ♪
At Burton-on-Tease ♪
I bet that's worth a packet.
Here, let me try.
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
- [GIRLS SCREAMING]
[MAN GRUNTING]
[STOMACH RUMBLING]
- I am so sorry.
- Oh, woops.
All right, I'll say it.
I'm starving.
[DRUNK MAN SINGING]
I'll tell you a story ♪
That is sure to please ♪
Of a great farting ♪
Well
- At least he has oxygen, eh?
- [SIGHS]
And this year's event ♪
Had drawn quite a large crowd ♪
And the betting was even ♪
On Mrs ♪
[MAN SHOUTING]
I'll be honest, that wasn't
unpleasant.
I agree.
Almost
chickeny.
- Or chopped liver.
- Mm
Who knew living brains
could be quite so [STOMACH RUMBLING]
But with muscles well-tensed
and legs full apart ♪
She started a final
and glorious fart ♪
Beginning with Chopin,
and ending with Wing ♪
And went right up the scales
to God Save the King ♪
[STOMACH RUMBLING]
He's repeating on me, sorry.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
This way, this way.
[WOMAN ZOMBIE] He'll be in his bookshop.
Cheers for getting me off the hook.
Oh, there's no need
to thank me, that's what
friends
are for.
You're aware that you're going to be
performing on the West End Stage
tonight?
The West End, the West End ♪
[GIGGLES]
It's just that those stages
take some filling.
You're talking to the Angel
who fooled Nefertiti
with a lone caraway seed
on three cowry shells.
Aha! Professor Hoffmann's modern magic.
Ah, there you are.
"To Mr. Fell," that's me,
"a wonderful student."
[WOMAN ZOMBIE]
We must know what they are saying.
[MAN ZOMBIE] Let me look,
I'm an expert lip reader.
Hand me those.
Go on, then.
I'm a lonely GI
anxiously awaiting the arrival
of the Ladies of Camelot. Amaze me.
Yeah, erm [CLEARS THROAT]
[IN OLD MAN VOICE] Go on,
Mr. British man,
wow me with your miracles.
[CLEARS THROAT] Can I just say that I do
only allow myself one
tiny weeny miracle?
Just to warm the audience and myself.
Erm
For instance,
turning a common turnip
into an inkwell.
[CLEARS THROAT] But before
that, everything
I do is accomplished by
skillful conjuring alone.
Now [CLEARS THROAT] I have here
a sixpence
and a farthing.
But
if I close my hand thusly,
for but a blink of an eye
[ZOMBIE] Well?
- What is he saying?
- He says
- Banana.
- Banana.
- Fish.
- Fish.
- Gorilla.
- [WOMAN ZOMBIE] Gorilla.
- Shoe lace.
- [WOMAN ZOMBIE] Shoe lace.
A dash of nutmeg.
[WOMAN ZOMBIE] Banana, fish, gorilla,
shoe lace with a dash of nutmeg.
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
And
[BLOWS]
The farthing
has vanished. [WHEEZES]
Right.
[IN OLD MAN VOICE]
What you just did is remarkable,
I don't have the foggiest notion
how it's done. [LAUGHS]
[IN NORMAL VOICE] But that's a trick
for close quarters, eh?
What you do tonight has to be bigger.
I see, yeah, you're right, of course.
We need something new,
something dramatic.
You know if there's somewhere we can
I don't know, buy tricks.
Well, there is ah
Will Goldstone's magic shop.
But that's for
professional conjurers only.
You, my Nefertiti fooling fellow,
are about to perform
on the West End Stage.
If that doesn't make you
a professional conjurer,
I don't know what does.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[ZOMBIES GROWLING]
[MAGICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[SHOPKEEPER] Oh, that's marvelous, sir.
- Are you familiar with it?
- No.
Well, please hand me the contents
and I will gladly show you.
[BOTH SHOUT]
[LAUGHING] A lot of fun that,
a lot of fun.
- And it's only two and six.
- Oh, well, that's
not the sort of thing we're looking for.
I need a showstopper.
Erm, oh.
Like these beauties.
Oh, yes.
- You see, I do have a gift for prop
- [OBJECT CLATTERS]
Erm.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Well, a sort of natural dexterity.
[THINGS CLATTERING]
What about this?
We call this one
the professor's nightmare.
Now, I've got a big piece of rope,
a medium size piece
- Ah, with you in a few moments, sir.
- [GRUNTS]
[SHOPKEEPER] And a wee baby piece.
Now, if I gather up the ends here,
and collect all of the
unequal ends here,
a little tug,
and they all stretch to become
exactly the same length.
You see the big piece is the same length
as the medium size piece
and the short piece is the same length
as the other two.
[SHOPKEEPER] See, this one here,
this one is the long piece.
You can tell it apart
from the others, right?
Perhaps is the light.
You see, there's the long piece,
there's the medium piece,
and there's the short piece.
Now this is perfect
for a talented amateur such as yourself.
A talented amateur?
Well, I'll have you know
I'm booked to appear in the West End.
Erm, the Windmill theater
at 8:30 p.m. tonight.
Thank you very much.
[AZIRAPHALE] I'm looking for something
with a bit more scale.
Something climactic.
[AZIRAPHALE] Like that.
[CROWLEY] A Bullet Catch, lovely.
No, no, no.
I'm afraid that's not for you, sir.
- What about this?
- No, no, I've found my showstopper.
- How much is it?
- You do not understand.
Twelve people have died
presenting this effect.
Years ago,
I sold one to a lovely Chinese fella
and he ended up six foot under.
I'd hate to see
the same thing happen to you.
- How much?
- Are you sure?
- Are you sure you are sure?
- Quite sure. How much?
Two pound ten.
And another four pound 15 shillings
for the rifle.
But you'll need a firearms license.
Oh, I have one of those already.
- You what?
- Oh, yes, I keep a Derringer
in the bookshop,
inside a hollowed out book.
[AZIRAPHALE] In case
I get into a scrape.
You read too many books.
And seven pounds, and
five shillings.
Your life is worth a lot more
than seven pounds five shillings.
Well, is a life worth more than
27 pounds and five shillings?
On your head be it.
I mean, I have warned you.
It'll take a miracle for you to be
able to perform this safely tonight.
That's why you just sell us the trick.
Leave the miracles to us.
You don't understand, look.
[SHOPKEEPER] Where are we?
Here, you need nerves of steel.
And a hand as steady
as the rock of Gibraltar.
Well, I have those.
Sir, go and take a look
at the pocket tricks over there, go on.
I'll be with you in a minute.
You're going to need
a 100% reliable marksman.
Someone you can really trust.
Otherwise, it's lethal.
Oh,
I've got the perfect man for the job.
At least,
I think I have
excuse me, for one minute.
You'll do the shooting,
I'll catch the bullet.
I'll do all the hard bits.
As a demon, you must have
fired off a lot of guns, yeah?
- I'll do it.
- Yay.
But if anything goes wrong,
can we agree that we break your
one miracle limit?
Neither of us wants the paperwork,
do we?
[LAUGHS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
Excuse me, sir. Fake ears
are two shillings, thank you very much.
It's not fake.
It's my own.
I didn't mean it, sir.
I mean,
take everything you want.
It's my treat.
[SHOPKEEPER] Sir?
Sir?
Please. Sir!
[SHOPKEEPER SCREAMING]
[CABARET MUSIC PLAYING]
[APPLAUSE AND CHEERING]
[ANNOUNCER] And now,
a master of misdirection,
marvelous in his mysteriosity,
with miracles at his fingertips.
Let us welcome
the death defying prestidigitation
of the amazing Mr. Fell.
You're on. Get on with it.
Those were the Ladies of Camelot,
they're the bees knees.
I bet you're all thinking,
"What's that man doing up there,
on the stage?
Is he here to amaze and befuddle us all
with his prestidigitation
and jiggery-pokery?"
- [MAN IN PUBLIC] Get on with it!
- Oh.
Erm
Well, the answer is, yes, I am.
Erm
To amaze you,
first, I shall require
the assistance of a gentleman
from the audience. Now,
is anyone here
familiar with using firearms?
Oh.
Erm
[CURIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Erm you, sir!
[AZIRAPHALE] You look like
you might have a steady hand.
- Yep.
- [AZIRAPHALE] Ah.
Erm, yep, we'll escort you up
onto the stage.
[AZIRAPHALE] Erm
Before we thank you.
Before we begin,
[AZIRAPHALE] we just need
a little something
to check
that the magic
is working
[WHISPERS] today.
Miracles blocked.
What have we here?
A common or garden turnip.
[AZIRAPHALE] But in a blink,
and before your very eyes,
I transform it
into an inkwell.
What on earth is he playing at?
- I thought you said he was a magician.
- He is.
I say again.
From turnip
to inkwell.
- [BOOING]
- [CROWD BOOING]
Oh, well.
Sometimes
you meet a
stubborn turnip.
[AZIRAPHALE CLEARS THROAT] So
best get on to the main event.
Tonight
I will take my life in my hands,
as I dare to perform
the bullet catch!
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
A round of applause for
this total stranger.
[APPLAUSE]
Yeah.
- My miracles aren't working.
- Neither are mine.
Now, would you be so good
as to
take this rifle
- [CAMERA FLASH]
- Ah!
The gentlemen of the press
are intrigued already, I see.
- [AZIRAPHALE] Now, sir
- Got you.
I would ask that you take this bullet
and load it into the rifle.
Very carefully.
It's perfectly simple. Aim for my mouth,
but shoot past my ear.
I just squeeze that there, do I not?
Haven't you fired a gun before?
Not as such.
If you would
load the bullet into the gun.
That's right.
Bullet loaded!
Yes, thank you.
Ladies and gentleman,
my volunteer
here, will on
on my signal,
fire the rifle at my head,
and in that explosive moment,
I will attempt to catch that bullet
in my teeth!
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you ready, sir?
When you hear my signal, sir,
shoot.
[DRUM RUMBLING]
Ready?
Of course, we are hooked.
Aim.
If that gun goes off in his face,
now it'll be a right old mess.
Never mind the paperwork,
they probably won't be able
to put him back together again.
[DRUM RUMBLING]
Get on with it, for God's sake.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
Fire!
[GUN FIRES]
- [BULLET IMPACTS]
- [CROWLEY GRUNTS]
What the f
[APPLAUSE AND CHEERING]
[AZIRAPHALE] Thank you!
No paperwork.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you!
[AZIRAPHALE] Oh, thank you!
Get on, girls, for God's sake.
But do you really think it went well?
Absolutely.
Chalk up a win for
the side of the Angels.
Ah! [LAUGHS]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Enter.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Hmm, well, well, well
What have we here?
Sorry, have we met?
Oh, no,
you never had the pleasure, but
we have, haven't we?
Have we?
What do you mean "have we?"
You know we have.
We were in the same legion.
Just before the fall.
Doing dubious battle
on the plains of Heaven.
Remember?
I remember going into battle,
I don't remember being there with you.
[CROWLEY] Sorry.
I was right next to you.
We did loads together.
You said jump on me back
like a monkey in a waist coat.
Anyway, whether you do
or whether you don't, it doesn't matter.
I'm here to inform you,
as a representative
of the high powers of Hell,
that you, Crowley,
are in breach of the infernal code.
Consulting and collaborating
with an Angel,
Fell the Marvelous, aka
Azirapalala.
Azirapapap.
Aziphapalala.
Aziraphale.
Pure coincidence. I happen to be here,
he asked for a volunteer.
The miraculous Bullet Catch
requires the use
of a trusted stooge and confidant.
Where did you get that booklet?
It's only available
to working professional magicians,
such as myself.
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
- [ZOMBIES GRUNTING]
Be it be.
Got it from the man in the magic shop
just after you left.
It was [LAUGHS] his last wish
that we should have it.
But you're dead.
Living dead.
Now,
agents of Hell.
[ZOMBIES SCREAMING]
Don't bother trying any funny business,
I think you'll find someone
who has great authority
has put a half hour miracle block
on this entire theater.
- Who?
- Me! Who do you think?
Come on, come on.
Erm
All right, Crowley.
- Shall we?
- Oh, we shan't, this is ridiculous.
No, what's ridiculous is demons like you
doing what they please.
And somehow still getting on,
while demons like me graft
for hundreds and hundreds of millennia
and never get a sniff of a promotion.
Well, not this time.
Expect a legion to come for you
first thing tomorrow.
Enjoy your last night on Earth.
But first, what about our deal?
- Freedom from Damnation.
- Absolutely.
You're free to go. Ta-da.
But you can't leave us like this.
You need to make us into living humans.
Oh, no clause 17.
Un-revocable eternal life on Earth
as zombies.
Granted.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Might be all right.
[THUD]
[SIGHS]
[ZOMBIES GRUNTING]
Thank you for seeing me,
your maleficences.
I took this photograph of
Crowley and Aziraphale together.
So you have your audience
for the dark council then?
There are vacancies in
Temptations?
Indeed there are.
But I'm afraid it looks like
you'll be staying right here.
Eh?
Oh, hang on, that's not
[SIGHS] But
[FUNNY MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWLEY] How?
There was a miracle blocker in the room,
I saw you put it back in the envelope.
Who needs a miracle when
you've had private lessons
from the great Prof. Hoffmann himself.
I simply say the magic words.
Banana, fish, gorilla, shoe lace,
with a dash of nutmeg, and
Well, I got it right
the time that mattered.
You really are
terrible at magic.
Shall we retire the act?
Perhaps.
- Might be for the best.
- Hmm.
I
I knew you would come through for me.
You always do.
Well, you said "trust me."
And you did.
You could've walked away.
If you were truly
as evil as you like to paint yourself,
you would've done that.
Nah.
That's the trouble with you lot.
You don't just see things
in black and white.
Sometimes,
you've just gotta blur the edges.
Well, maybe there is something
to be said for.
Shades of grey.
[GLASSES CLINK]
Well, shades of
dark grey.
Shades of a very light grey,
I'd rather fancy.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
State your business.
Oh, for Satan's sake, you know who I am.
I have an appointment
with Lord Beelzebub.
State your business.
[SIGHS]
I am Shax, demon of the fifth house,
earthly representative
of plenipotentiary
of the vastness of Hell.
Here to see Lord Beelzebub.
Well,
you're not on the list.
What's up, babe?
Let me in to see Lord Beelzebub
or I will rearrange your vital organs
and hang them on the wall.
In a frame.
Ah, fair enough.
[DOOR OPENS]
Shax, demon of the fifth house.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Well?
What news?
- The Angel went to Edinburgh.
- Which Angel?
You know which one.
[SHAX] Crowley's pet.
- Why Edinburgh?
- Not sure.
Maybe they want us to think
Gabriel is in Edinburgh.
Maybe Crowley wants the Angel to
make us think Gabriel is in Edinburgh.
- Maybe
- Maybe he actually is in Edinburgh.
- Oh, he's not in Edinburgh.
- Why not?
Because he's in the bookshop.
Gabriel's in the bookshop?
You're certain of it?
Yes.
Thank you, Shax.
Good work.
Yes?
Now that we've located Gabriel,
what do we do?
- Well, we formulate a plan.
- I formulated a plan.
I take a legion of demons
and we storm the bookshop,
killing anyone and anything
that stands in our way.
We capture Gabriel
and we drag him as tribute
before the throne of Satan, our master.
Can you enter the bookshop,
without permission?
Not technically, no.
But give me a legion
of Hell's finest troops
and see what I can do.
It's a chance I've been waiting for,
Lord Beelzebub.
To be clear,
you are hereby authorizing me
to storm the Angel's bookshop,
sending wave after wave of demons
to besiege it until it falls
and capture the Archangel,
destroying anything and everything
that stands in our way?
No.
I am not authorizing you to do that.
[SHAX] Oh.
I am commanding you to do it.
I want you there, Shax.
On the ground.
Bravely leading the attack
into the bookshop,
leading the army of the damned.
I can do that.
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[SIGHS]
[HAPPY MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh.
Oi, you need to put your brakes on.
Now go back to where I parked you.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[PHONE BEEPS]
[SAD MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR SHUTS]
There you are!
I was worried something
might've happened to you.
Erm, no, nothing happened to me.
Very uneventful journey indeed,
no strange things at all.
Good, that's what we want to hear.
Erm, everything okay with?
Oh, yeah, fine.
He's singing to himself.
I think he must've been asleep,
I heard snoring coming from his bedroom.
Did you miss me?
I bet you did.
- I'm sure it did.
- [CROWLEY] So
Any more clues from the mystery
of the missing Archangel?
Not exactly.
Or, if there are,
I haven't yet cracked the case.
But I'm certainly hot
on the trail of something.
I'm sure you are.
Oh, by the way,
the whole sudden rain and awning thing
was a complete washout.
Sorry?
You know, project
making Nina fall in love with Maggie.
I failed, it's your go.
Oh, I see.
Well, then.
Whickber Street Traders
and Shopkeepers Association
monthly meeting, here we come.
You're really hosting the meeting?
Absolutely.
And I can guarantee you
it will be a night
to remember.
[OUTRO THEME MUSIC PLAYING]