(somber music) Maiya: Thank you for coming in so early.

Oh, I feel awful.

I was unable to sleep.

Me too.

(footsteps approaching) Close the door.

What's happened?

Chloe, take a seat.

It's bad news.

(somber music swells) (playful music) (humming) (Prof T hums along with the tune) (gentle music) Good morning, my lady.

Voici et voilà.

Da-da-ta-dah!

(Helena gasps) Wow!

Breakfast is served.

Look at that!

Thank you.

(sighs) (bar music) Alright?

Have you got an announcement to make?

No.

I...I just thought it'd be nice.

Bit of breakfast.

Dan... Okay.

I, um... Yeah, I need advice.

Oh, Imelda just texted.

She's agreed to take over my patients.

We're meeting up this afternoon.

Ah.

Marvelous.

Everything is dovetailing into place.

Stamp, stamp, clickety-click, the machinery runs with a quick, sharp tick.

It-it's a poem.

A favorite of my mother's.

-Mm.

Oh, did your lawyer finalize that contract?

Seven Little Postmen.

Uh, the-the name just came to me.

The contract, John Adams University, it is finalized and I shall peruse it forthwith.

So... Not long now and we'll be house hunting in Boston.

Stamp, stamp, clickety-click.

(chuckling) So, Leonie didn't know who changed the locks to her business.

So I checked the CCTV.

Now you wish you hadn't.

It was her dad.

Well, fair enough, the premises are his.

But here's the thing... (sinister music) He gives one of Leonie's staff a smack.

Bob: He's on probation.

Dan: He claimed self-defense, but he's also with this Kris Yelland.

Bob: Why do I know that name?

Dan: He's ex special forces.

Was court martialled in Afghanistan and kidnapped his CO when he came back to Britain.

(Bob gasps) So, you've got Leonie's dad with a known criminal.

The thing is, right... Leonie loves her dad.

She doesn't see an armed robber.

No.

How long did he get?

Fifteen years.

Served nine.

Look, I show this CCTV to DCI Goswami and he'll be recalled to complete his sentence.

So, you're thinking six years for a smack and a mistake?

When you put it like that.

Well, how else do I put it?

That's what you're dealing with.

(tense music) (sighs) You don't need my advice.

You've made your mind up.

If Leonie loves you, she'll understand.

(gentle music) (footsteps approaching) (yapping, growling) Ah, Professor.

I take it you no longer wish me to source a removals firm that knows the difference between mahogany and chipboard?

Uh, did I ask you to cease in this endeavor?

No.

So, continue.

I heard a rumor that you no longer were intent on leaving us.

You have been misinformed.

I shall be on a plane to Boston early next week.

(suspenseful music) (dog squealing) (receiver clunks, keypad dialing) Better inform the Wicked Witch of the West.

(dog yelping) Exactly.

Turn you into a flying monkey.

(dog squeals) (upbeat swing music) (laughter) (phone ringing) Oh... (ringing continues) Murgatroyd's Tripe Parlor, how may I help you?

Zelda, I know it's you.

(American accent) She's onto us!

Quick, hide the liquor!

Your nephew is going to America.

What?

What do you mean he's going to America?

-I don't know.

-Those words in that order, they are a puzzle.

But last night it looked like they were... I know what it looked like.

Are you sure he's going?

He just told me!

How am I going to keep my promise to Adelaide?

We have to return to a war footing.

(receiver clunks) (somber music) What's happening?

-Battle stations, Wilfred.

-Oh... Battle stations.

(sighs) (dog growling) (footsteps receding) Maiya: Is that Kris Yelland?

Dan: Yeah.

(Maiya tutting) Silly, silly man.

Back to the big house for Chester Vass.

Yeah.

I'll make the arrest.

You?

Are you sure?

It's down to me.

I'm not gonna duck it.

(suspenseful music) Dan... Well done.

Chester Vass, you're under arrest for probation violations.

Oh, do me a favor.

I'm right in the middle of something here.

I haven't really got time for all this.

Cuff him.

Now.

No need for that.

I'm not gonna run, am I?

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you fail to mention... -Sally, sort this out.

Make a call.

...when questioned something which you later rely in court.

Anything you do say may be given as evidence.

-You're making a big mistake.

Come on.

(dramatic music) Now, my darling, I'm afraid this is my 11 o'clock.

Oh, I could come in with you?

Sit on your knee.

Take notes.

(chuckling) Some of the board, I don't think their hearts could cope.

What did I do to deserve such a handsome man?

Aw... Mm... Zelda, people are staring.

So?

Oh, give them an encore.

Oh, sorry.

Have to go.

See you later.

-Oh, Jasper!

-Who are you?

Uh, this woman is trespassing!

I'm his aunt.

He knows very well who I am.

Jasper, darling, you can't seriously be thinking of moving to America.

And why might that be?

Oh, a million reasons.

I mean, the pollution.

The air quality on the East coast is among the worst in the world.

Also... Also, American men will not wash their hands after a comfort break.

-I have witnessed it.

-You were in the gents?

Unisex toilets.

(chuckles) Oh, you're going to love those.

Men and women spending a penny after chlorinated chicken, hot dog, pizza, and grits.

Grits.

The name rings of succulent poetry.

You will not survive.

I must remind the dean to never release you into the wild again.

Jasper, think carefully about what you're letting yourself in for.

For me.

(sighs) (phone ringing) Who's this?

Chester: Kris, it's me.

I'm on a solicitor's phone.

That's always a good sign.

That bit of work the other day... Changing the locks?

Not my best idea.

They've got me on CCTV.

Leonie's boyfriend?

(threatening music) You know that photo, the guy's on a beach, great big tsunami behind him and he has no idea.

That's what I'm looking at right now.

You remember what we talked about?

You said it was too much.

Is it still too much?

Nah.

Not enough.

I'll make a couple of calls.

Twist his life inside out.

Cheers.

(light-hearted music) (dramatic music) (camera lens clicking) (police chatter) Where's your costume?

I'm wearing it.

Sensible clothes woman.

-Hm.

-What have we got?

IC male, late 50s.

ID says Edwin Grayson.

Unprovoked stabbing, apparently.

Killer used enough force to penetrate the ribcage and puncture his heart.

The ulnar artery was also severed.

Defense wound.

So, there's a good chance that the victim's blood is on the killer.

I'd put money on it.

Those were the ones that witnessed the attack.

Chloe: Okay.

What've you got?

Congenitally nosy.

It's a list of everybody that called 999.

When are we having that drink, by the way?

Um...I'll call you.

You haven't...got my number.

I'm DC Highsmith.

I just wanted you to talk me through what happened.

I was standing over there.

I'd just bought this.

You got this from the victim?

I'd seen him at a few conventions, all his comics laid out, saying hi to everyone.

Never saw anyone buying.

He was loading up his van, so I thought... why not?

You got it because you felt sorry for him.

Yeah, I guess.

So, I'm standing there and this other guy goes up to him, and... I thought, God, he's been punched.

But the way he fell... It's like someone cut his strings.

I'm gonna need you to come into the station and make a full statement.

Okay.

When you messaged me, I couldn't believe it.

You need to tell me everything about this job in Boston.

-I start next week.

-Mm.

Yeah.

So that's why I wanted to meet up and say goodbye.

-Mm.

You want to celebrate?

-No.

Come on, Imelda, you're the busiest woman I know.

Why do you think I suggested that we meet here?

I don't know.

Does it involve microfilm?

The park café.

Famous for its Aperol Spritz.

Ooh.

(laughs) I shouldn't have told you.

So what he changed the locks?

It's his property!

He assaulted one of your staff.

Oh, Sandy didn't even mention it!

How does that justify another six years in prison?

Once I'd seen the CCTV, I didn't have a choice.

Yes, you did!

Have you no mind of your own?

Got to obey the rules.

Your job's more important than me, more important than us... Yes, it is!

Okay.

I'm sorry, but it's more important than you or me or anyone.

This is about Lisa, isn't it?

No.

Your job's got to be the most important thing in the world.

Otherwise she died for nothing.

(tender music) I swore an oath, okay?

And that will always come first.

This has got nothing to do with Lisa.

My dad's been trying so hard.

Yeah, well, he also threatened to turn my life to shit, so there's that, too!

(door slams shut) (gasps) Yeah.

What was the term you used?

Don't know.

Oh, test driving?

Ooh, that was it.

Making any progress?

Well, this morning he brought me breakfast in bed.

Ooh.

Special occasion?

We'd, uh... (laughs softly) We'd slept together.

First time.

It was Jasper's first time?

Oh, no!

(chuckles) No, well, I hope not.

(laughs) Although if it was, it would explain quite a lot.

Such as?

Kept his socks on?

(Imelda laughs) And his tie.

(Imelda giggling) No, I shouldn't laugh.

He was, he was, uh... It was nice.

How does he feel about you going to America?

-He's coming too.

-Oh.

Yep.

I haven't felt as excited as this about anything for years, maybe ever.

The job, or Jasper?

Both.

The challenge.

(playful music) The relationship, you know.

What?

I just hope it can survive contact with reality.

It will.

It already has.

Good.

I love seeing you happy.

New beginnings.

New beginnings.

(glasses clink) So the victim was Edwin Grayson.

He's an ex lecturer.

Former colleague said he was a bit of a loner, but he was a regular at Comic Cons where he sold the comics that he wrote and illustrated himself.

What's going on here?

Uh, witness statements.

The comic book guy that got stabbed.

Oh.

Ah.

Thought I was having a flashback then.

This is what he sent to a job finding agency.

My name is Edwin Grayson.

I'm 59 years of age.

I was employed for 27 years at Norwich Central College.

Well, you can imagine how that went.

This is his van, and that is our guy.

-Oof.

-Mm.

Last person to speak to the victim was Lachlan Fallon.

This is what I've managed to find of him earlier in the day, but it's not a lot to go off.

-Yeah.

Hang on.

(suspenseful music) Have you, have you got another angle where they're going?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just... Yes.

That's Fallon.

(mouse clicks) Wow.

I had no idea.

Did he say anything?

Not really the place for casual conversation.

And you definitely didn't see his face?

Not the place for eye contact either.

Alright?

You on a break?

Oh, any closer to finding a motive?

Everyone I've spoken to about Edwin Grayson said didn't have any enemies, never did anything that might get him into trouble.

What about bank records?

Checked 'em.

No debt.

Checked his laptop, checked his phone.

Search team couldn't find anything at his house other than his cat, Officer Pupp.

Officer Pupp?

Yeah.

That's the name of the cat.

You know when I said never withhold details?

There are exceptions.

Keep digging.

This man didn't get stabbed to death for nothing.

Yes, Ma'am.

(sighs) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music swells) (knocking) Come.

Moving office?

As you can see.

Is there something you wish to ask me?

Yes.

We are investigating what appears to be a motiveless crime.

No, you aren't.

There is no such thing as a motiveless crime.

What you mean is that the motive is not yet apparent.

So, a man's been stabbed outside the municipal building in town, seemingly by a complete stranger.

The whole thing's been caught on CCTV.

It's written and drawn by the victim.

It's basically autobiographical.

An academic, he gets fired from his job, loses his one chance at love.

Life is no longer worth living.

-But then it gets interesting.

-It gets interesting?

Yeah, sh-sh.

There.

He hires a hitman.

He doesn't know when it's gonna happen.

All he knows is that the... (clicks fingers) lights are gonna go out.

And then at the end... (Prof T sighs) You're meant to think the hitman's done it.

Yes, yes, I did manage to grasp that.

Well, is there a clue?

Is there a chance the victim's actually had himself killed?

Outwith organized crime, there is no such thing as a 'hitman'.

Consequently, there is no precedent for the action you describe.

The, uh... pamphlet is the work of an immature mind.

Alright.

Watch and rewatch the CCTV footage.

Study the killer's movements.

He or she is about to commit a brutal, cold-blooded act.

This intention creates a gravitational pull on behavior.

Murder requires unfamiliar thoughts, new actions.

Pay attention, close attention, and it will always reveal itself.

(message beeping) -Chester Vass needs a favor.

-What?

-Chester Vass ne... -Yes, I heard you.

I just can't believe you said it.

-Elly... -No way!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The old man that was stabbed in the car park... -What about him?

-The guy that killed him, he's the one telling me what Vass wants.

I'm in the gents and he's got me by the throat.

I'm saying no way.

And he tells me... -Keep it down!

-He tells me... to watch what he's gonna do.

Cause if we don't cooperate, we're next.

And he...he just stabbed him?

Yeah.

I can't go through this again.

I am not going through this again!

Elly, we've got two kids to think about.

(tense music) (tense music swells) How long's it take you to eat a Cornish pasty?

Um... well, it depends how big it is.

Just, like, average.

What?

Five minutes?

-Yeah.

-Come here a sec.

So this is our guy.

We've got him buying a Cornish pasty.

He buys a pasty, takes one bite.

Timestamp 14:17.

And then here, another angle, timestamp 14:19.

No pasty.

Where's it gone?

I don't know, mate.

Maybe he's a fast eater.

Someone has to care about Edwin Grayson.

Alright, what are you thinking?

Murder requires unfamiliar thoughts and new actions.

There's always a clue.

You wouldn't be quoting someone?

This guy's about to commit murder.

He's nervous.

His stomach's going on rinse and spin.

He takes one bite and he throws it away.

(playful music) Oh-ho-ho-ho, he's taken one bite!

(laughter) (rummaging) Ha-ha!

You little Cornish beauty.

Part of the curriculum at John Adams?

(Prof T scoffs) The main character is a maverick academic.

We are asked to believe that he is brilliant, though there is scant evidence to support this.

Their heads of his department, envious of his genius, decide to fire him.

Ah.

Now, the board... It marches credibility to the cliff edge of absurdity and just keeps on going.

Penny dreadfuls, my mother called them.

Jasper, I took the liberty of speaking to the board on your behalf.

-Oh?

I reminded them, with no small force I might add, that your actions conducted on the roof were to achieve justice for a former colleague of theirs.

To cut a long story short... -Please.

You are reinstated.

I have saved your job.

No need to cross the Atlantic.

Well, whilst I appreciate your efforts, Dr.

Goldberg and I are set fair to follow the Pilgrim Fathers... Dr.

Goldberg?

Helena is going with you?

Well, yes.

(light-hearted music) (door opens) (door closes) -You spoke to the board?

-Yes.

But... What did they say?

Jasper is not going to the United States alone.

What?

Dr.

Goldberg is going with him.

Are you sure?

Well, he's just told me.

Oh, my work has not been in vain.

Hm.

And I saved his job.

Yes, yes, yes.

I told you I would not let you down.

Isn't it wonderful?

Jasper and Helena together in the beautiful cultural haven of Boston.

-Hm.

-Clever boy.

(door closes) (keys clinking) Leonie: (worried) Dan?

(sobbing) Are you gonna leave me?

What?

You're leaving me, aren't you?

(sobs) I'm so sorry about what I said about Lisa.

Dan, please.

I love you.

I love my dad.

I'm being torn in two.

Leonie... I'm not leaving you.

(gasps) (poignant music) Maiya: DC Highsmith?

Morning, Ma'am.

Cornish pasty minus a bite.

The lab said they couldn't retrieve any DNA off it.

My question is, why is it on my desk?

I don't like these at the best of times.

Uh, I asked them to return it if they couldn't find any DNA.

Thought I'd take it to a forensic odontologist to get a match from the bite mark.

Ah.

Good initiative.

Yeah.

I've analyzed the bite from the pasty.

This is an enlarged image of the bite mark.

The indentations are distinctive.

The person you are looking for has hyperdontia, that's extra teeth.

He's also had a recent filling.

If it was done locally, there's around 80 dentists he could have visited.

Okay, thanks.

That's really helpful.

(computer beeps) Eighty... (strimmer whirring) (threatening music) Oh!

Ah!

It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright.

It's alright.

It's alright.

(Leonie gasping) Just tell your boyfriend this has to end.

Are you doing this for my dad?

You know he can't stand you.

Yeah.

Well, now we've got a mutual enemy.

Make sure he gets it.

(threatening music swells) (gasps) (muffled) Mate, have you got a minute?

Want to try that again?

Sorry.

I've just got, like, a million phone calls to make.

That's quite a lot.

Okay, I've got, like, 80 phone calls to make.

And I was just wondering... (phone ringing) Sorry.

Can I call you back?

I'm just in a, uh... Dan, listen to me.

Um... Isaac, my ex, he just threatened me.

Can you, can you come over?

I'm...I'm really scared.

Please?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll be there in one minute, alright?

Dan?

(sinister music) Well, did he say your dad sent him?

I don't know.

It was really fast.

Leo... He didn't deny it.

He said something about a mutual enemy.

And look... (bullets clinking) Well, if it's your dad, he's threatening to kill us.

No, he wouldn't.

It's Isaac.

That's his handwriting.

Okay.

Give me his address.

What for?

So I can deal with it.

I don't want to stay here.

I can't.

Okay.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps receding) Hi, I'm calling regarding someone who might have been a patient of yours?

Yeah, I'm from Cambridge Police.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hyperdontia.

No, hyperdontia... Okay.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music) Chloe: Yeah, hyperdontia.

Really?

Yeah.

No, if you could just give me the name.

Okay, well, that person that you're so keen on protecting might have stabbed somebody to death.

Okay.

Thank you.

(sighs) Found him.

(clears throat) Thanks, Katie.

Found him.

The odontologist said that bite marks can be as distinctive as fingerprints, and this guy has got a record with two convictions for assault with a bladed weapon.

-Are you gonna tell me his name?

-Oh, yeah, sorry, sorry.

-Uh, Lawrence Crouch.

-Oh, okay.

Go get him.

-Thank you.

-Take Dan.

He's not here!

(footsteps receding) Ah... (engine rumbling) (dog barking) (car door shuts) Kettle's just boiled.

You hungry, sweetheart?

Uh, no, I'm okay thanks.

Thanks, Dad.

Please be careful.

Yeah.

-Be back as soon as I can, okay?

-Okay.

Where are you going?

I'm going to do my job.

Dan... Dan, let somebody else deal with this!

Dan!

(phone ringing) (engine starts, idles) Ma'am.

Where are you?

Sorry, something came up.

You're supposed to be at work.

Chloe's found a lead on the Grayson killer.

I'm gonna send you the address.

Meet her there, okay?

(suspenseful music) (engine revving) It's DS Winters' DNA.

I've been told there'll be further instructions.

I'm sorry.

Don't.

I don't want to hear it.

(suspenseful music swells) You made it?

-Dan... -Alright.

-What's going on?

-Suspect's car.

Thanks.

-Armed police!

Open the door!

(Chloe chuckles) What you got?

(arguing) Get off me, mate.

Hey!

That's my motor.

You got a warrant for that?

Yeah, calm down.

Calm down!

Calm... Get off me, man!

-Ugh!

-Get off me, man!

Get off me, man!

-Ah!

I said, get off me!

Get off me, man!

(arguing) Well, you made that look easy.

(distant arguing) (phone ringing) (ringing continues) Hi, Leonie.

No, no, I'm-I'm fine.

I just got called into work.

No, I'm gonna make the arrest, okay?

As soon as it's done, I'll call you.

(phone beeps) (tapping) For the tape, I'm showing Mr.

Crouch a CCTV image taken outside the municipal building yesterday afternoon.

Do you recognise this man?

How's your hand?

Answer the question.

First your head, now your hand.

You're not really good at this, are you?

-We've got all day.

-You don't.

Look at you.

-Mr.

Crouch... -You're out of your depth.

-Look at the screen.

-It's not me.

-You haven't even looked at it.

-I don't need to look at it.

How's Leonie?

What?

Is she alright?

-Oi, oi!

You want to have a pop?

-Dan, don't... Don't try me!

Don't try me... -Go on, first one's free.

-DS Winters... (dramatic music) Mug.

-What is going on?

-Nothing.

Leonie had a, had a run in with her ex.

And?

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Well, how does Crouch know about it?

I've got no idea.

-Go home.

-No, I'm-I'm good.

You're not.

And I know you.

Your head is not in it.

Get some rest.

First thing tomorrow you come and see me.

I mean it.

Go.

(suspenseful music builds) How many times?

It's not me.

Okay.

Charade's over.

Do you recognise that?

-Nope.

-Well, you should do.

You're wearing it.

-No.

The coat was found in your car with your photo ID in the pocket.

It's not mine.

Your DNA's all over it.

Along with traces of Edwin Grayson's blood.

Lawrence Crouch, you are charged with the murder of Edwin Grayson.

You lot can't do that.

It weren't me.

Yes I can.

-Ah, DCI Goswami.

-Professor.

Regarding the Edwin Grayson case, I should like to be a... It's done.

Killer's being charged.

CPS are very happy.

Excuse me, I've got a call to make.

Did he disclose a reason?

He wasn't exactly chatty.

Prof T: DCI Goswami and the CPS appear to believe that it is enough that this Lawrence Crouch has been charged.

Improves the clear-up rate?

-Mm.

They have a result, but no resolution.

No life should end in a way that is devoid of meaning.

You're dribbling.

(playful music) Ah... (Prof T sighs) The victim, Edwin Grayson, was an academic, lived alone, sacked by his university.

Um, what's more, he and I share a birthday.

Jasper... Jasper... You can stop now.

We should get married.

What?

(laughing) No.

(laughs) My divorce only came through last month.

It will be easier if we do it here.

Less paperwork.

No.

I think I know what you're doing.

Trying to avoid red tape.

You're not going to end up like Edwin Grayson.

We don't need to get married.

Let's just... (gentle music) enjoy the journey.

(engine rumbling) (suspenseful music) (classical music playing inside house) Isaac?

Isaac Lehman?

(sinister music) You-you take the back.

Police!

(gunshot fired) (classical music intensifies) (echo) Move away from the gun!

Move away!

Put your hands where I can see them!

Step away from the weapon!

-This is your last warning!

-No!

Aargh!

(electricity crackling) Urgh... (dramatic music) I need backup now!

The pool room, now!

Keep your hands where I can see them!

Where I can see them!

(electricity crackling) Aargghh!

(classical music) (police chatter) If there's anything you need, you just let me know... (somber music) What's happened?

Chloe, take a seat.

It's bad news.

DCI Sammes from the Met called.

A strictly unofficial heads up.

Dan's gonna be charged with the murder of Isaac Lehman.

The pathologist who carried out the autopsy noticed blood on Lehman's teeth, and assuming that he'd bitten his attacker, she took a swab.

The blood was Dan's.

Dan had a cut on his finger.

It was the third molar right at the back.

There's no explanation so far.

So this DCI's already got him convicted then.

Absolutely not.

She's looking for mitigating factors.

She also knows about Lisa.

(suspenseful music) And she thinks with Lisa dying in his arms, the threat of violence to the next girlfriend is bound to trigger a response in him.

Diminished responsibility.

Excellent.

Dan's in deep, and if this is a frame up, it's a damn good one.

Good enough to bury him in prison.

Professor?

DCI Sammes is looking for reasons why DS Winters killed Isaac Lehman.

I shall not rest until I have proved that Dan is entirely innocent.

(suspenseful music intensifies) (door slams shut) I got your message, but I am literally on my way to the airport.

So, have you spoken to Dan?

Not yet.

DCI Goswami has assured him I will do whatever is necessary to help prove his innocence.

But that'll take weeks, won't it?

So are you not gonna fly on Thursday?

No.

I have informed John Adams University I am no longer in a position to take up their offer.

I am best placed to help DS Winters here in Cambridge.

Oh... Couples usually make life changing decisions together.

We can reassess once the situation is resolved.

No.

You've already made your decision.

I had no choice.

(sighs) I mean... Look, I-I...I understand your loyalty to Dan and I, I admire it.

But, you know, if-if you'd come to me before contacting John Adams University, I probably would've advised you to stay, you know, for the time being.

But this, this unilateral decision.

I mean, what does it say about us?

I can only repeat, I did not have a choice.

You did have a choice!

You did.

You just didn't choose me.

-Helena... -No.

Can't you see what this meant to me?

There will be other opportunities.

Will there?

Will there?

At my age?

I don't think so.

No.

I don't think so.

This is my opportunity, and I'm taking it.

What, on your own?

Yes, on my own.

Well...what are you doing?

I am calling John Adams University to say that circumstances have changed and I will be accepting the post.

Don't, don't, don't!

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Wait... We have to, we just... we have to stop rushing into things.

(sighs) It's not gonna work.

This is not gonna work.

I think we've come into contact with reality.

You made the right choice for you.

You have to stay... And I have to go.

(tender music) Helena... Friday morning, I was happy.

I looked in the mirror.

I thought, who is this?

(gasps) I've got a taxi waiting.

(passionate music) There will be an ocean between us.

I'm a strong swimmer.

(laughs softly) I never learned.

(music swells) (door shuts) (gentle music)