Grace was flattered by the compliment. ‘Hate to say it but no one special. My hopefully soon-to-be ex-husband is here. He walked in unannounced, which was a bit of a shock. But I certainly didn’t dress up for him. No, Andy is booking us in for dinner somewhere at Uluwatu after we’re finished shooting, so I thought I’d make an effort.’ She laughed. ‘Would you like to join us? With Lawrence there, I’m not guaranteeing fabulous company. Though to be fair, when I first met him, he could be very charming. I’m sure he’ll put his charming face on for you.’

‘Would it be helpful if we came along to defuse the situation?’ asked Steve.

‘Yes, it sounds like heaps of fun,’ said Henry jokingly.

‘Sorry. Actually, I’d really like you to come along and I’m sure Andy will find somewhere fabulous.’

‘Okay, count us in,’ Steve said, and Henry and Mateo nodded.

‘Thanks, guys, I appreciate it. Right, let’s get to work and figure out what we’ll film there.’

‘Remind me again why we’re doing a shoot at Uluwatu?’ said Henry, pulling up a document on his laptop. ‘I mean, it’s about an hour’s drive from the Kamasan.’

‘Well,’ said Steve, ‘it’s a bit like the filming you and I did up in Ubud, Henry. We weave these short sequences in with the stuff about the hotel itself. Give potential guests a full picture of Bali beyond Kuta and Legian.’

‘That’s right,’ said Grace. ‘To feed a constant social media campaign, we want to shoot anything here that’s unusual and will draw people in; those potential guests who want to see Bali itself, as well as come to the Kamasan. We’ll appeal to a wider audience this way.’

Steve looked at his notes. ‘There’re several options. The scenic visitor version; the best place to see the sunset, the amazing surf break, the temple, the monkey dance show.’ He paused and looked at the others. ‘Actually, it’s not the historical classical dance tourists think it is. Walter Spies and a famous Balinese dancer adapted it for tourist consumption. It’s vaguely inspired by a male ritual trance ceremony. But now tourists think they’re seeing an original ancient Hindu ceremony.’ He laughed and shook his head.

‘Does that matter for our purposes?’ Henry asked.

‘No, it’s still a stunning dance and the performers are professionals,’ Steve said and looked back at his notes. ‘We’ll also take some drone shots, Henry, of the cliff and the beaches, the cave entrance to the sea . . .’

Henry started typing some notes.

‘So what’s the story of this Uluwatu?’ asked Mateo.

‘Morning of the Earth,’ the others chorused.

‘Okay, I’ll bite,’ said Mateo with a grin. ‘What’s with this Morning of the Earth?’

Steve leaned forward. ‘It was 1971, in a house out at Whale Beach in Sydney –’