Every word, every twist, every unsettling pause — not ours. Today, we handed the mic to the machine. What could possibly go wrong?

Dark suits, darker waters, and a bridge that remembers more than it should. In this episode, tangled strings lead to silent vaults, Vatican shadows, and a banker who didn’t walk away.

A sharp turn in French affairs. Crowds gather, drums roll, and history loses its head. Dan and Mungo peer through the veil—just before it drops.

An ambitious fur empire. A boar too bold for containment. And the kind of disaster that echoes through boardrooms and backwoods alike. Dan and Mungo follow the hoofprints.

Ties, tools, and troubling truths. This Father's Day, Dan and Mungo unwrap more than socks—and what they find might just raise a few eyebrows.

A gunner with a past. A rollercoaster that didn’t finish the ride. Candles blown out in questionable company. And quiet tremors under the European table. Dan and Mungo connect the dots that maybe shouldn’t be connected.

A man. A curse. A hiccup heard across time. And what really *is* it about Fridays… especially the thirteenth one? Dan and Mungo go deeper than they should.

A voice rises, then is silenced. Shadows gather where truth once stood. The echoes are louder than ever—this is Datepie.

In the undergrowth, something growls. Across the marsh, something glides. Claws, cushions, and chaos—welcome back to Datepie.

A chilled glass sweats in the heat. Overhead, something falls from grace. Refreshment meets madness—only on Datepie.