♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Got to fold.

Oh, too much for you, Patrick?

♪ [Speaking French] ♪ ♪ [Speaking French] ♪ You've teased me with this before, Gab.

Must admit, got my curiosity going.

But if you cross me... ♪ ♪ [Chuckles] ♪ What's this?

What, a poem?

"Behind the window without a view, "in the dark we survive.

"Safe forever in the Ste.

Victoire stone "for the lucky one to find."

What do you take me for?!

I've won a stupid poem!

It was my great-great-grandfather's.

That poem holds the key to treasure right here in Ste.

Victoire.

Liar!

It's true.

I've just never been able to find it.

But it's here, I promise.

This is the last time you make a fool of me, Gabriella!

Quick!

Get help!

Hide your winnings.

I'll be back.

♪ Help will be here soon.

♪ ♪ Do you remember ♪ The first time that my eyes set on you?

♪ ♪ ♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪ ♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪ ♪ ♪ The road is a long one ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪ [Chuckles] Mnh!

God, that could strip paint.

Got to get better at the whole French coffee thing.

[Telephone ringing] Hmm.

Who the hell has a landline these days?

Where are you?

[Ringing continues] Oh, uh... Ah!

Yep.

Bonjour, La Couronne.

Patrick speaking.

How can I help you?

Sonny: Hello, Patrick.

I heard you were back.

I think you have something of mine.

I want my winnings.

♪ [Cellphone ringing] ♪ You're not going to answer that?

Oh, just a sales call.

I tried blocking them, but they keep getting through.

Penny for 'em?

I'm not sure they're worth that much, but thanks.

[Chuckles] That's, uh -- that's a compliment, you know.

Yeah?

Mm.

Translated from the 16th century.

It means "a wise man has fallen silent."

And in order to garner his wisdom, money is offered.

Are you calling me wise?

Maybe.

Thanks.

[Chuckles] Well, you're very wise if Uncle Patrick's Cumberland sausages live up to your hype.

Hey, hey, keep your voice down.

He's only doing a full English for a select few.

I'm very honored.

Come on.

I've got one day off from the shop, and I'm determined to enjoy it.

♪ A bit early for that, isn't it?

Mm!

Thank God you're here.

Why?

What's wrong?

Quick!

I need your help.

Something's happened, and I'm scared out of my wits.

Oh.

Oh.

Alright, well, how can we help?

Well... You remember when I helped you and Georgina move into your first house?

Yeah, about 19-- 1995.

"Stanley Road" was top of the album charts.

Yeah, you bought two copies.

One for me, one for you.

Exactly.

Well, when I was here, there was a card game in this pub, and a woman was knocked unconscious, and she never woke up.

Yeah, I remember that.

It was all over the local papers.

Well, I actually witnessed it.

Wow.

You never told me you were there.

Of course I didn't.

I'd only just got out of the nick for the first time.

I didn't want you thinking I was wrapped up in something bad again, and I'd only just helped move you in.

So, I made a statement, and I identified the bloke who did it as Sonny Montario, who... was a local gangster.

Oh.

You identified a local gangster?

He was in the lineup!

I didn't know that he was a gangster at the time.

I thought it was just a friendly after-hours card game.

So, what happened at the game?

He was full of booze, thought she was cheating him.

And the red mist fell, and he pushed her.

Cracked her skull on the way down.

Oh, what a charmer.

Oh, it gets worse.

She was pregnant.

And they both died.

Oh, that's awful.

[Scoffs] The judge threw the book at him.

He went down for it big time.

They don't mess about over here.

That must have been the day I couldn't find you.

So, you weren't on a day trip to Lourdes after all!

So, why are you so scared?

I hid something for Sonny.

He wants it back.

We'll take three dozen if you can drop the price by 10%.

Man: Okay.

Fantastic.

E-mail me on dispatch.

Of course.

Thank you.

I'm so proud of you, Mrs.

Lloyd James.

Of little me?

I find your corporate speak very attractive, my darling.

Who knew it was this easy to run a pub?

I'm surprising myself with my talent to delegate all the work.

While I get all the pleasure.

[Chuckles] Oh, I think you'll find that we get all the pleasure.

Oh.

[Chuckles] Darling.

[Clears throat] Oh.

So, just when he was leaving, Sonny made me hide his winnings.

What did he win?

Money and an envelope that Gabriella put down as a stake.

I remember tossing it in one of those big stone jars.

I can't believe they're still here.

I can.

You ever try to move one of those stone jars?

Celine asked me to move one once.

Nearly put me back out.

Wow.

I've not seen banknotes like that since -- Uncle Patrick: 1999 when France joined the Euro.

They're worthless now.

Oh.

This is parchment and I'd say circa... 1800s.

The woman who died said it was key to a fortune that was hidden in Ste.

Victoire.

Hmm.

May I?

Of course.

"Behind the window without a view, "in the dark we survive.

"Safe forever in the Ste.

Victoire stone "for the lucky one to find."

And it's dated 1814, and the initials are U.D.

I often thought about the old hidden treasure, but I reckon it was just nonsense.

I thought I'd come back and have a look for it sometime, just out of curiosity, but, uh... I thought I'd have all the time in the world.

What do you mean?

You're not -- you're not ill, are you?

No, not that.

Sonny phoned this morning from prison.

What?

How did he know you were back?

Word gets around easy, doesn't it?

He thinks that I found the treasure and I've held on to it for all these years.

And of course, you haven't.

No, I have not, thank you.

Alright, just checking.

Please.

I'm begging you.

You've got to help me find that treasure if it still exists.

Sonny Montario is not a man to be messed with.

What do you think he's going to do?

He's just spent 28 years in prison for double homicide.

What do you think?

Oh!

Right.

[Exhales sharply] What can I get you?

Patrick, I have fabulous news.

I have just ordered 36 dishes in the shape of berets for the French fries.

Pardon?

Novelty serving dishes are all the rage in the best gastro pubs.

I'm not sure that would be very popular with the locals.

French fries in French hats?

What could be more local?

You're the boss.

Now, how about a buy one, get one free on the full English?

But would there be the demand?

70% of our customers are French.

Of course there would be.

It's only because they can't get it usually.

And who doesn't like a full English?

Oh, she's an entrepreneurial whiz kid, isn't she?

Um, hi.

We'll be outside.

Okey-dokey.

Large one?

Merci.

Merci.

You know, my Uncle Mick once got raided for cooking a full English.

What?

Well, he told his mum, me Auntie Doris, that he was making hash browns, and she misunderstood and called the drug squad.

That is not true.

I swear.

You go and ask Uncle Patrick.

He'll tell you.

Read me that again.

[Groans] [Clears throat] "Behind the window without a view, "in the dark we survive."

What's all that about?

Oh, pass it over here.

And what is this date, and what do those initials mean?

[Cellphone chimes] Spam?

Again?

[Sighs] Yeah.

[Bells ringing] Oh, they don't get any quieter, do they?

Of course.

"A window without a view."

Stained glass.

"Safe in the Ste.

Victoire stone."

[Gasps] We need to talk to the priest.

I just think the bottles would look prettier in alphabetical order.

It's a lot of work for little gain.

Everything's great as it is.

Honestly, I'm fine on my own.

I've run pubs twice the size of this.

We will just help out before the afternoon shift arrives.

We've got an appointment later, anyway.

Oh, no, darling, not like that.

Like this.

Aah!

I'll get the mop.

[Telephone rings] Bonjour, La Couronne.

Sonny: Hello, Patrick.

Just a gentle reminder.

It's personal.

I'll take it out there.

Sonny, I haven't got your treasure.

I have nothing for you.

No, no, Patrick.

[Telephone beeps] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Bells ringing] An hour earlier, and I would not have answered the door.

Sorry?

"Judge Judy."

Love her.

[Chuckles] You have a beautiful church here.

It's not mine.

Strictly speaking... Oh, God.

Exactly.

Sorry.

Uh, I meant as in his house.

I wasn't being blasphemous.

Oh, is he always like this?

Yeah.

Yeah, he is.

Yeah.

So, how can I help?

Well, we think something was hidden here years ago.

Sounds mysterious.

Hidden treasure.

[Gasps] I'm in.

We were wondering if we could look at some of your stained glass windows for -- for clues.

Of course you can.

They are quite beautiful.

There are quite a few.

Take your time.

Oh.

Forgive me for being a little forward, but you seem like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Um, what makes you say that?

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and yours seem worried.

Sorry, I'm not very religious.

What has that got to do with anything?

Well, you're a priest.

But I'm also human.

♪ ♪ ♪ Jean!

Over here!

Look.

Ah, the Lamb of God window.

This one was handmade in the early 1800s.

Jean: Oh!

The letter!

1814.

♪ Found it in the ventilator.

Ah, French mother-of-pearl rosary beads.

Yep, 1800s.

And what is it worth?

[Sighs] Don't get excited, Dom.

This is not our treasure.

You won't even get 50 Euros for these.

[Clears throat] They may be worthless to you, but they're precious to me.

These are the rosary beads my mother gave to me when I became a novice priest over 30 years ago.

Oh!

When I came here three years ago, the windows were filthy, so I took upon cleaning them myself.

I must have lost them here.

My mother passed away last week.

Oh.

[Exhales sharply] He really does work in mysterious ways, doesn't he?

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me... Dominic?

Yeah?

If you need to talk... you know where I am.

Right.

What was all that about?

No idea.

M-Maybe he wants to recruit me.

[Chuckles] Are you alright, Dom?

You seem a bit distracted.

No, I'm fine, really.

You know, you can talk to me, don't you?

If there's anything wrong.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I do.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm just, um... I'm just a bit worried about Uncle Patrick, you know?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Come on.

You know I can't get too comfy in a church.

♪ Uncle Patrick: Any luck?

Dead end, unfortunately.

But we're not giving up just yet.

Sonny called again.

What?

Look, I know you're scared, but you've got to go to the police.

Caron will be able to help.

I can't be any more terrified than I already am.

I'll pop round to the station now.

Good idea.

I'm just nipping out.

Hey.

Hey.

What did you always tell me to do when I was a kid?

"Always face your snarling dogs."

Exactly.

[Cellphone rings] Yeah, I'm just going to pop outside and take this.

♪ What's he being so furtive about?

I don't know.

His head's been somewhere else all morning.

[Sighs] Hey.

Yeah, yeah, I-I remember the test.

Inconclusive.

What... What does that mean?

Immediately?

Yeah, um... Yeah, I'll come over right now.

[Cellphone beeps] I am genuinely in fear for my life.

Sonny Montario is after me for treasure I don't even have.

I think I need some sort of police protection.

Has Monsieur Montario made any contact with you in all the years he has been in prison?

Of course he hasn't!

He's been waiting -- waiting for his moment of revenge.

He's probably been planning this for years!

Monsieur Montario will be 72 years old when he is released.

You're never too past it to use a gun.

You've got to help me.

He has an exemplary prison record.

I hardly think he's going to quietly serve his time, then attack someone the minute he gets out.

I've told you, he's phoned the pub to threaten me twice.

Look, Ste.

Victoire is a small town.

We will be able to keep tabs on Monsieur Montario.

Please don't worry.

[Sighs] Hey, um, I've just had a fare come in, so I'll catch you later, okay?

Okay, love.

[Sarcastically] "Hiya, Glo.

How are you, mate?"

Sorry.

Hiya, Glo.

How are you, mate?

Clearly better than you.

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

Come on, Dom.

No, I'm -- I'm just a bit annoyed because it's -- it's an account job, so I won't actually see any money 'til the end of the month, and... Right.

Yes.

Anyway, I'll see you later.

I was going to say, you're looking smart.

Where are you off to?

Bank meeting.

Is everything alright?

Finance for a new van.

Oh, I love your little van.

So do I. But I have to move with the times.

It's so old, the emissions it bellows out aren't good for the environment.

Not to mention, I have to pay 10% more tax now because of the age of it.

Of course.

Tax.

You alright, love?

Tax.

Window tacks.

Blocked up windows.

"The window without a view."

Gloria, could you give me a lift to the library?

There's something I need to check out.

Of course.

I'll need to inhale a cappuccino first.

I hate banks.

Jean: Good luck with the bank, love.

Gloria: Thanks.

I'm popping back to the pub for a taste-testing session with Jeremy and Judith afterwards.

Celebration or consolation?

Celebration, hopefully.

Let me know if you need a lift back.

I will do, thank you.

Welcome.

Bye!

♪ ♪ [Both speaking French] [Gasps] [Speaking French] Oh, I'm so sorry.

My French isn't very good.

Do you mind if we speak in English?

Of course not.

I said, "You must have bought that in Paris.

"I mean, Ste.

Victoire is beautiful in many ways, "but sometimes, I feel like "it's the place where fashion went to die."

[Both chuckle] No, I did buy this in Ste.

Victoire, actually.

Then you clearly have better shopping skills than I do.

[Both chuckle] I'm Jean.

We spoke on the phone.

Ah.

Je suis Suzanne.

I am the senior archivist here.

Oh, lucky you, working in a place like this.

I love a library.

Ah.

Surrounded with thoughts, just as they were the day they were captured on paper.

Sorry?

My flamboyant description of a library when I was eight years old.

Oh.

[Chuckles] I've started to gather the information you mentioned on the phone.

Oh, thank you.

Before I start looking, could you refresh me on the window tax?

Of course.

It was a tax on windows in Europe.

But it started in England.

Yes, it would seem that the government back then had taxed everything else, so now they thought they would tax your right to light.

So corrupt.

You know, it was another way to tax the rich.

If you had over a certain amount of windows, you would have to pay a tax.

So, what happened?

People got inventive, and they bricked or boarded some of their windows up.

Here are some of the houses that were affected in Ste.

Victoire.

Oh, thank you.

I'll go and gather the rest now.

Thank you.

That's great.

And you might want to wear these.

Oh, it's alright.

I've, um... I brought me own.

♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, hello, Dominic.

Fancy seeing you here.

[Chuckles] Hey, Jeremy.

How long have you got?

Sorry?

To live.

Nothing serious.

Oh, no, no, no.

Just coming to check up on the old adenoids, you know.

Uh, what are you in for?

Well, um, it's been some -- No hand-cream facilities in the ladies!

It's just appalling.

Oh.

Hello, Dominic.

Hiya, Judith.

Have you had your eyelashes dyed, Dominic?

Pardon?

My eyes puff up like that when I get my lashes dyed.

Uh, uh, no, no.

Not dyed, no.

Well, you need to increase your beauty sleep.

Right.

Or should I say handsome sleep?

No, I've just asking, uh, Jeremy what he was here for.

Well... Well, he's got this ghastly skin tag that I simply can't bear looking at anymore.

It has to go.

When we were young, she named it Wilbur.

Yes, but now that the damn thing has started to growl at me, it's got to go.

So, no more Thursdays for me until Wilbur's left the building, if you know what I mean, Dominic.

No, not -- not really, no.

Mr.

Lloyd James?

Oh!

Thursday nights, here we come.

[Chuckles] ♪ [Door closes] It's from the machine, so the temperature is a little cooler.

Oh.

Thank you.

Oh, it's ages since I've had one of these.

So, how are you getting on?

Well, I've found out that there's hardly any houses in Ste.

Victoire that did have the window tax 'cause it was a poor rural area, and the ones that were taxed were built after 1814.

Très bien.

You should be detective, huh?

[Chuckles] But there's one address that's really confusing.

Which one?

Well, this huge house did have the window tax, but the records must be wrong, because I know it's not a huge house.

How can you be so sure?

Well, it's actually the address of my own cottage.

Can you just wait for a second?

Yeah, of course.

[Breathes deeply] As you know, due to the hereditary nature of your father's illness and unfortunate early death, we have to test you for this condition every year.

Of course.

We found something in the results that will need another, more intense blood test.

Oh.

We don't want you to be concerned just yet.

Just yet.

So, I will be taking some more blood today, Monsieur Hayes.

♪ I think I know where the discrepancy is.

Oh!

Your house was once part of a much larger dwelling.

Really?

Yes.

But it was bombed in the war, and only a small part survived.

And that must be your cottage.

And it paid the window tax?

Absolutely.

Ah, that is amazing.

Can I take some photos of this map?

Of course.

[Shutter clicks] ♪ ♪ [Doorbell rings] That was quick.

Get in here now.

This is so exciting.

Oh, it's -- Look at this.

Uh, Jean, there's something I need to talk to you about.

Yeah, of course.

In a bit.

But you are not going to believe this.

So, "Window without a view.

"Safe in the Ste.

Victoire stone."

Well, it's in my house.

Look!

Oh, wow.

That's amazing.

I know!

I don't understand.

Oh, sorry.

Follow me.

Ta-da!

Look.

It's a window without a view.

Amazing.

Yeah.

And now the stone in the sill is -- is a little bit -- a little bit wobbly, but I can't lift it.

I need your help.

Oh, yeah, sure.

[Both grunt] [Gasps] What's that?

Treasure?

Let's find out.

Oh... [Gasps] ♪ But it's in French.

You'll have to read it for me.

What is it?

Deeds to a house?

Ancient stocks and shares?

Patrick's going to be relieved, isn't he?

[Chuckles] Dom, what is it?

I'm just going to come straight out with it.

What does it say?

It's an official French wedding certificate... between Rory and Barbara.

♪ Oh, so... Barbara was telling the truth all along.

My husband really was married to another woman.

And I thought that was the ramblings of a mad thing.

[Sighs] My dearly departed husband.

He's really the gift that keeps giving, isn't he?

This must be quite a shock.

It's ancient history.

[Clears throat] Sorry, Dom.

Um, what did you want to talk about?

Oh, it's -- it's -- it's nothing, nothing.

Come here.

♪ Woman: [Laughing] [Women speaking French] ♪ ♪ Sonny: Hello, Patrick.

Long time no see.

Patrick!

[Glass breaking] Uncle Patrick: Back off, Sonny!

Sonny: Hold on a minute.

Don't come any closer.

Put that down.

I'm warning you!

Back off!

I don't have your treasure!

Nobody move!

Oh, thank God, Caron.

This is Sonny Montario.

I told you he was out to get me.

Put the knife down, Patrick.

Please.

You've got it all wrong.

Put your hands against the wall, Monsieur Montario.

Please, I-I don't want to hurt you.

Oh, yeah?

Now the police are here.

Look, Patrick, listen to me.

If you don't want to hurt me, then why the threatening phone calls?

I wanted to let you know I was on my way.

I-I don't want to hurt you.

Anything but.

I need to find forgiveness.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Woman: [Sobbing] ♪ Young Dom: Daddy?

♪ [Panting] I don't understand.

I've been behind bars for 28 years.

Oh, and whose fault is that?

Mine.

Most definitely, all mine.

There's not a day goes by that I don't think of her.

Of them.

How old that child I killed... would be.

She died in my arms.

[Sighs] I have thought about that night so many times, trying to work out a way that I could make it right somehow.

And I decided that if Gabriella was telling the truth that night, if there was even the slightest chance of me finding the treasure, then maybe I could find a way to help.

Somehow, it'd appear, and the family thought I'd done.

My family have investigated the poem.

Y-You've got the poem?

Yes.

[Whispering] And they found nothing.

[Sighs] [Soft music plays] Where are you staying?

The hostel on Rue de Champ.

Can I give you a lift?

Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I'm not ready to join you just yet, Dad.

♪ Hello.

Oh, hello, you.

You in the middle of something?

Ah, just a Google.

It can wait.

[Chuckles] Eh?

We assume revenge, and all Sonny wanted was forgiveness.

Yeah.

Mad, isn't it, like the Sopranos?

What do you mean?

Well, gangsters and their consciences.

[Chuckling] Oh, yeah.

Well, this thing has got me stumped.

Finally met me match.

Hmm.

Oh, as long as I got Patrick safe, I don't really care.

[Chuckles] ♪ I have never tasted better bacon than that.

Pamela.

Pardon?

That's the name of the pig you've just eaten.

Right... Yes, we use all local produce now.

The farmer insists on introducing us personally to the animals that are going to provide our ingredients.

So you looked Pamela in the eyes.

Yes, and we promised her she'd be enjoyed right down to the last slice, didn't we, darling?

Indeed, we did.

I bet she was delighted.

Zero carbon footprint -- incredibly important.

We've stopped ordering from Fortnum and Mason because of the air miles.

All this sustainability stuff is nothing new to us, really.

Well, for people my age, it's actually just common sense.

When I was a girl, all we did was recycle hardware, bottles, clothes.

In fact, I wore my older sister's clothes until I went to work in London, and then we all made our own outfits.

Some things go full circle, I guess.

Some, but not all.

We have never bought tap water in plastic bottles.

I've never understood it.

Utterly absurd.

My grandma used to call tap water "corporation pop."

We'd fill up empty pop bottles, and when we were playing grown-ups, pretend it was gin.

[Giggles] So, you didn't actually have any gin?

I was ten, Judith.

Oh... poor you.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

♪ ♪ Hello, Sonny.

Look, I'm on my way to the ferry.

I'm moving in with my brother back in Scotland.

But I wanted to say sorry again.

You had us worried there for a bit.

I really am very sorry.

I-I should have written first.

I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Well, any more than I already have.

Well, I'm sorry I couldn't find your treasure.

Well, thank you for trying.

[Chuckles] [Sighs] Gabriella.

You served your time.

You have to move on.

Do you mind?

Could I take one more look at that poem, please?

Of course.

[Breathes deeply] [Breathing heavily] ♪ No, it's got me beat.

You better get Jean a large one.

What do you mean?

Word she's never said before might stick in her throat.

First time for everything.

[Chuckles] Oh, my God.

What is it?

Spiders?

Are they in me hair?

No, no.

Look.

A window without a view.

Patrick, get us a ladder.

What's going on?

Jean thinks she's found some treasure!

Oh!

Hey.

You go up.

You're taller than me.

How does that work?

Shorter fall.

[Grunts] Thank you.

Uncle Patrick: Have you got it?

Right.

You got it, you got it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm with you.

I'm with you, I'm with you.

Okay, got it.

[Grunts] Oh, Pat.

Okay.

Oh.

[Hinge creaks] [Grunting] There's something in here.

[Gasps] [Grunting] It's heavy.

[Bottles rattling] Jean: Oh.

[Grunts] Coming down.

Uncle Patrick: Okay.

[Grunts] There you go.

Ah.

Well, it's, uh, very old brandy.

Oh, my God.

This is the treasure.

What?

A crate of old brandy?

"Undaunted".

Look.

Undaunted was the ship that conveyed Napoleon to his first exile on the Isle of Elba in 1814.

This brandy -- it must be from that ship.

1814.

The letter.

Yeah.

Some cheeky shipmate must have helped himself to a crate of Napoleon's favorite tipple, and, well, it got too hot to handle, and he -- he hid it here in Ste.

Victoire.

It must have been Gabriella's great-great-grandfather.

Yeah!

Um... what's it worth?

Oh, I'd say at least 200,000 Euro a bottle.

Wow.

But we have -- A crate of six!

Well, I'll have to get it authenticated, but if I'm right, well, the sky's the limit.

Well, this is a cause for a celebration!

Absolutely.

Champagne!

Prosecco!

Prosecco.

[Chuckles] [Group cheering] Jeremy: Cheers!

Patrick, marvelous.

There we go.

And there you go.

Woman: You must have one.

I can get me own.

Thank you very much.

Cheers, everyone!

All: Cheers!

Woman: Congratulations.

[Indistinct chatter] ♪ ♪ Imagine.

[Indistinct chatter] [Cellphone ringing] ♪ Our best prosecco.

Cheers, darling.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just -- just tell me straight.

Th-Thank you.

♪ [Laughs] Jean.

Jean.

Can I have a quick word outside?

Yeah, 'course.

[Indistinct conversations] What's the matter?

You know, I was trying to talk to you about something the other day.

And I interrupted you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

Just stop interrupting for a sec.

Oh, r-right.

Right.

Right... Cut a long story short, me dad died when I was little, of a disease that I always knew was hereditary.

So I've had my yearly test, and I've just got the results.

Oh, Dom.

Jean... I'm fine.

It's all clear.

[Sighs] Really?

Yeah.

[Sighing] Oh.

But... [Sighs] ...it's made me realize I don't want to waste any more time.

Yeah, of course.

You are a great friend.

[Chuckles] But you are so much more than that to me.

Always have been.

♪ Jean... you are one of the best things that's ever happened to me.

I want nothing more than for us to be together.

I mean -- I mean, if -- if -- if you want to.

[Chuckles] Of course I want to.

[Chuckles] Yeah?

[Chuckles] [Chuckling] ♪ ♪ ♪ Do you remember the first time ♪ ♪ That my eyes set on you?

♪ ♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪ ♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪ ♪ The road is a long one ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪