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- New vet.

Very handsome, by all accounts.

Lot of animals suddenly taken
a turn for the worse.

Really?

Mrs. Josephs.

I have an appointment
to see Paul Bladen.

Hello?
#waiting.

Take a seat.

Where exactly?
And for how long?

Budge along, then.

What thee doing here, Harriet?

It's Moby.
He's not himself, Percy.

Not himself?

Excuse me.

How do you know
he's not himself?

Who is he?

Yep, folks.
Still only me.

Chloe, those were
the wrong notes again.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late, guys.
Trouble with a stud.

Don't you just hate that?

Right.
Who's next?

- Me!
- Me!

Here we go.
Come on, little fella.

- Hodge.

Hodge.

So you're our
local hotshot P.R. --

- Aah!

Got a feisty one here.

- Taught him well.
- Yeah, I see that.

So, what made you
take up residence

in coffin

Timing was right.

Smacks of a broken heart,
you ask me.

No, no, no.
Actually, I-I take it back.

This is everything you always
dreamed of, isn't it?

Self-made woman.

You work your butt off,
prove all the doubters wrong,

and then jack it all in
for the rural idyll.

Well, aren't you a cocky little
ray of sunshine?

Fancy yourself as the new
animal or people whisperer?

Well...

If it's free P.R.
you're after...

- Dinner, actually.
- ...you can ju--

You know what?
I'm -- I'm sorry.

I- I talk too much,
and I have no filter.

Just strike that.
Forget I said something.

No, no.
Maybe I was a little hasty.

I have a few trust issues.

So you did get
your fingers burned.

More of
a full-body arson attack.

Just a drink, then?

No, actually the --
the dinner thing's good.

Great.

What about the cat?

You want me to bring Hodge?

No, I meant what's -- what's
the problem with the cat?

He's just not himself.

Well, Jack Pomfret,
would you listen to you.

All right.

What?
I can't hear you.

What? Look, call me
when you get to a landline.

Agatha.

Can't stop.

Here he is!

Here.

- Not that ill, then.
- Fit as a fiddle.

Well,
apart from the discomfort

caused by
the rectal thermometer.

Eating.

Anyway I just wanted to see
what all the fuss was about.

And?

And guess who's bagged not one
but two dates in one day?

Mrs. Josephs?
She's a dirty ticket.

Me, actually.

Dinner at 7:00
with Vet Steamy.

So I better start
getting myself ready.

James the second one,
I take it?

Well, I didn't have much luck
with James the first.

To be honest, I think that ship
has well and truly sailed.

Not that it was ever in
the harbor in the first place.

No, actually it's an old
P.R. fling looked me up.

Jack the Lad Pomfret.

Jack?
What did he want?

I don't know.

We're gonna meet tomorrow
in Mircester

and reminisce about
the good old, bad old days.

What?
What is wrong with you?

Got a problem with that?

You've hardly cracked a smile
since you've got here.

That's the third time
this week.

You got to
get that dodgy socket sorted.

Why do you think
I'm seeing the vet?

But Tewks was fine yesterday.

I'm afraid
he really is quite ill.

But he won't feel a thing,
though, I promise.

It's definitely for the best.
Okay.

Hello.
I'm trying to get hold of Paul.

Who am I speaking to, please?

His wife?

So sorry I'm late.

Wow.
You look lovely, by the way.

Is everything all right?

No, everything is not
all right.

I've just spoken
to your wife.

I called your home phone,
and she answered.

I'm separated.
That'll be Phillipa.

Phillipa.
Who's that, then?

Second wife?
Mistress

My sister, actually,
and her warped idea of a joke.

She just dropped by unannounced

and was cross
that I was going out,

which is why I'm late.

Do I look like
I was born yesterday?

I'm serious.
Cross my heart.

Look, I'll -- I'll call her
if you like.

Do you want to speak to her,
or shall I?

Actually,
l- let's just leave it.

Shall we start again?

Great.

you can't say that!

What?
- That's terrible.

No, you're -- you're --
you're saying...

You're saying
that you don't like pets.

I'm not.

- You are.
- I am not.

I'm saying I'm better
with larger

farm and working animals,

and my dream is to one day
open a hospital for them.

- Aww.
- Which I will name after you.

Why...

What?

Wait a minute.

You're -- .

Very serious face.

Paul, I-I --

I think
I should probably go.

I haven't left
any milk for Hodge.

Cats can go months
without liquid.

Yeah, but he gets lonely.

They can go decades
without company.

I mean, they're cats,
aren't they?

They're survivors.

If a nuclear bomb went off,
the next day you'd find a cat

on the bonnet
of the nuclear reactor.

Nuclear reactors
don't have bonnets.

I'm not a bonnet expert.

- Not anymore, no.

I'm expecting a phone call

from M-M-Madagascar.

Paul, I have to go.

Thank you
for lovely evening.

It was delightful.

My treat next time.

Yeah.

Yeah, boy, easy, easy.
Easy.

I'll have you right in no time.
Don't you worry.

Jack!

- So good to see you.
- Look at you.

Roy said you were thriving.

So tell me, what are you doing
this side of London?

You gonna be coming out
in a rash soon.

You know.
Bit of this, bit of that.

I'll explain why.
But what can I get you?

The usual?

Double macchiato
with a twist, yeah?

- Sorry.
- Bill!

Um, Paul Bladen.

You went out with him
last night.

No, I didn't.

Agatha, you were seen
in the pub.

Yeah.
That Paul Bladen.

Did you, um,
go back to his place?

Excuse me, what kind
of a question is that?

He's dead, Agatha.

He was about to perform
a minor operation

on one of
Lord Pendlebury's horses.

He seems to have injected
himself with horse tranquilizer.

It must have been
a tragic accident.

The syringe went
straight into his heart.

Apparently the anesthetic's
thousands of times

more potent than morphine.

What did you know about him?

Not a lot.

He had a sister.

- Try his sister.
- He doesn't have a sister.

He's an only child.

Right.
Well, I...

I must have
got that wrong, then.

Enjoy your coffee.

Why was Bladen alone?

Where was Lord Pendlebury?
Or any of his staff?

And why did Bladen tell me
that he had a sister

when he clearly didn't?

Whoever I spoke to on the phone
was lying.

- She said she was his wife.

Yeah, briefly.
But not really, no.

Bladen wasn't stupid, though,
was he?

I mean,
why would he inject himself

with a deadly anesthetic?

- I smell a rat.
- Well, that'll be a first.

Well, you did go out
with a murderer

and now a murder victim.

You're like one of those
black widow spiders.

I must remember that.

Um, yeah, I asked him

to come and look
at your dodgy socket.

I thought maybe for some reason
you were ignoring me.

Me? No.
Why? I was...

Well, um, no.

Why do I feel the need
to explain myself?

Agatha's caught a whiff
of murder

in --
in the air.

There's been another death,
you know?

I heard.
Paul Bladen.

Radio Gene.

I swear, that grocer's more
informative than the Internet.

And there's no shortage
of people with motives.

Like who?

Half the fishwives in Carsely,
apparently.

Never mind
their jealous husbands.

And Mrs. Josephs.

He wasn't after
a bit of jiggy-jig

with Mrs. Josephs as well,
was he?

No.
But he had Tewks put down.

No!
Really?

I liked that cat.

Even if he did have
the breath of Satan.

I should check on her,
actually,

make sure she's okay.

So, maybe we should start
by checking out Pendlebury

and the scene of the crime.

I beg your pardon?

That's what you do,
isn't it?

You normally run a mile when
I start talking about murder.

First time for everything.

He always comes running
when I tap his bowl.

So, what did the vet say?

He said...

What did he say, now?

I can't remember.

Just that
it was for the best.

I'm so sorry.

He was so lovely.

Grumpy bugger.

You know what he said
just before he died?

"Make sure you keep using
the Voltarol on your shoulder."

Or was that my Stan?

So, what was Bladen like?

I heard about your date.

Did you?

Well, he seemed okay.
I think.

He asked a lot of questions
about me

and talked about his dream
of opening up a hospital

for medium-to-large animals.

Said he didn't
really like pets.

That's a bit odd,
isn't it, for a vet?

So do you know his nibs here,
then, or what?

No, but I know his daughter,
Cilly.

What?

Cecilia.
Everyone calls her Cilly.

God, give me strength.

Lord Pendlebury.

Agatha Raisin and James Lacey
from Carsely.

We're here collecting on behalf
of children in Africa.

Your wasting you time,
I'm afraid.

I don't like children.
Too many of them.

Good day.

Fine-looking stables
you have here, sir.

I'm something
of a horseman myself.

I was
in the Household Division.

Mounted?

Life Guard.

Well, let me give you a tour.

It's a fantastic setting.

Thank you.

The Pendleburys have bred horses
here since the Reformation.

You must be very proud.

Excuse me.

Could I have a quick word?

Now...

I gather you had
an incident here.

One of your horses
have an accident?

No.
That vet, Bladen.

- Thank you.
- He was gonna do an operation.

Injected himself.

That's a bit careless,
isn't it?

Clearly.
But accidents do happen.

Why was no one around
to help him?

If you don't mind my asking.

Seems strange.

Bladen must have known you can't
operate on a horse on your own.

No, of course not.

Tell the truth,
I forgot he was coming,

and it was the stable lad's
day off,

so there was no one here.

Is that a fact?

It is.

How did you get along with him?
Bladen, I mean.

Preferred his partner.
Rice.

Less cocky.

Shall we go on?

My daughter, Cecilia.

James.
How nice to see you.

Cilly.

Pendlebury is lying.

But what possible reason
could he have for killing him?

Well, I don't know that yet,
do I?

Maybe Bladen
was shagging his daughter.

Either way, he's a suspect.
And so is she.

Cilly?
On what grounds?

Too beautiful.

You can't be that beautiful
without being deranged.

- That's brilliant.
- Makes total sense.

Everywhere you go,
everyone you see,

people's jaws dropping.

Messes with your head.

It's like Prince Charles
with paint.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Too late, my friend.
You've committed.

Right.

I need to talk to Bladen's
partner about Pendlebury.

That's about it, really.

Obviously the medical records
are here,

and you know your way
around all the I.T. here.

What happened to Miss Mensa?

Chloe?
She handed in her notice.

Did she, now?
That's convenient.

Far from it.

So, were her and Paul
at it?

I'm terribly sorry.

It's just that Paul and I
had dinner last night,

and I'm finding it a little
difficult to process.

- I think we're all struggling.

Good morning.

What was the problem
with the horse?

He had a respiratory condition.
Paul wanted to operate.

One of Pendlebury's staff should
have been there to assist.

I mean, Paul wouldn't have made
a mistake like that

with such a lethal anesthetic.

I've been going over
and over that in my head.

I can only assume
Paul started prepping

on the assumption that the
stablehands would return and...

I don't know.
We'll probably never know.

Is there any reason his Lordship

might not have wanted
the operation to go ahead?

Cherokee wouldn't have been able
to sire for a while, I suppose.

Why's that important?

Pendlebury breeds horses.

He needs the money
it brings him.

Excuse me.

- Thank you.
- Thanks, Gene.

I'm so sorry.

Um, yeah, couple of onions,
please, Gene.

Pound of tomatoes.

And I need to know
exactly which villagers

have been out for dinner with
Paul Bladen since he moved here.

Right you are.

Two ticks.

Ladies.

Josephine.

Cilly?

No, not at all.
Good to hear from you.

Tomorrow?

Yeah, no, no.
That'd be fine.

I'll see you then.
Bye.

- Guess what.

Lord Pendlebury used his horse
Cherokee as a stud.

And this is
relevant because...

Because an operation
would put horsey out of action

and lose Pendlebury thousands.

Okay.

I'll ask Cilly about it.

She wants to meet for a drink
tomorrow night.

And you said yes, did you?

Do you have a problem with me
seeing her for a drink?

No, I don't have a problem.

Hey, Gem. How'd you get on
with the fishwives?

Okay, so they are --

I mean, present company excluded
obviously -- Emma Comfrey...

Can't be her. She's on a cruise.
Next.

...and Mrs. Harriet Parr.

Harriet Parr.

Well, that explains
why Percy was so snippy

about the goldfish.

So, in terms of suspects,

we have got Lord Pendlebury,
Percy, and/or Harriet Parr --

who is going to be at the cheese
and cider tasting tonight.

Tragic, wasn't it,
what happened to Paul Bladen?

Such a breath of fresh air.

Was he?
Can't say I noticed.

Josephine, tell me --

Did Percy know about
Harriet and...

Yeah.
He caught them.

Canoodling.

Harriet's homemade hooch.
It can strip paint.

Have some cheese and biscuits
to soak it up.

Mrs. Josephs.

Need a sponge
to soak that up.

Justice.

A dish best served cold.

I think you mean revenge.

"Korma."

What goes around.

I think that's "karma."

Much "calmer" now he's dead.

Call on me
first thing tomorrow.

I'll tell you
everything you need to know

about Paul ruddy Bladen.

I love you!

I know you're in there!

I love you!

Look, I'm staying nearby,

and I'm not leaving
until I've seen you.

Do you hear me?!

Roy!

What do you mean, "Roy"?

Jack?

You turned
Jack the Lad Pomfret.

That man was straighter
than a Roman road.

What did you do?

No, don't answer that.

He was just another guy.
It was just another party.

Okay, weekend.

All right,
fortnight in Morocco.

He's left his wife
and everything.

What
Jack had a wife?

You have finished it,
haven't you?

I can't.
It'll break his heart.

You saw him.

What do I do?

Man up!

Actually, woman up.

Roy, you have got to
tell him the truth.

Hello?

Mrs. Josephs?

Mrs. Josephs.

Who on God's earth
would want to kill Mrs. Josephs?

No one.

Mrs. Josephs was a diabetic.

It looks like she made a mistake
injecting herself.

Because last night she said

that she had something
to tell me about Bladen.

Agatha, go home.

We'll be over in a while
to take a statement.

Okay?

Okay.

She said justice was a dish
best served cold,

and then
she mentioned "korma."

Chicken or lamb?

- You're missing the point.

I'll be the judge of that.

What's wrong, Wong?

Earlier on, you told me
that this was natural causes.

Now what's all this?

You think it's murder,
don't you?

I don't think anything.

Until someone tells me
exactly what to think,

I don't think at all.

And neither should you.

Constable.

All right, okay.

"Forensics found scuff marks
on the stairs

all the way up from
the front room to the bathroom,

as if Mrs. J
was dragged upstairs."

So why do that?

Unless someone had given her
a lethal dose

and made it look like
it was an accident.

But why?

What's the connection
to Bladen or Pendlebury?

And what did Mrs. Josephs
want to tell me?

Could anyone have overheard her
arranging to meet you?

Most of the women
at the Carsely Ladies Society.

Sarah, Josephine.
Harriet Parr.

Harriet Parr.
Of course.

Maybe Mrs. Josephs had something
on Harriet about Bladen.

Does Bill say anything
in his little black book

about any of the neighbors

seeing anyone
entering Mrs. Josephs' house?

Well, no one.

Um, but it does say here

the murderer could have used the
field at the back of the house.

You see, the thing is,
if I had murdered Mrs. Josephs

by injecting her
with something,

I wouldn't leave that something
lying about

in amongst
all her bottles and pills.

- With you so far.

I would hurl it
out of the car window

at the first
available opportunity.

Probably somewhere
'round about here.

The killer injected Mrs. Josephs
with a sandal?

All right, well, have you got
any better ideas?

No, but I'm supposed to
be seeing Cilly soon.

- Yeah, I think Agatha's right.

But they'd be
all indecisive, wouldn't they?

So they'd think about chucking
it, but then they'd stop.

But they would be effing
and blinding.

"Why -- Why did she effing have
to do that, the silly old bag?!

Why couldn't she keep
her effing nose out of it?!"

So you'd be ranting.

Which'd take you
further up the road.

Yeah, 'round about to here,

where you'd chuck the whatsit
out of the car,

and it would land about,
well, 'round about here,

where that
funny little bottle is.

No!
Don't touch it!

You'll contaminate
the evidence.

Epinephrine.

I know about that
from my army days.

It's adrenaline,

which if injected
can cause a heart attack.

I knew it!
Natural causes...

Which one of our motley crew
of suspects

would know about adrenaline?

Well, there's Pendlebury
and his "silly" daughter.

But Mrs. Harriet

"butter wouldn't
melt in your mouth" Parr?

Really?

Fair point.

Although she did used to be
a district nurse.!

We have to tell Bill.

Right. You need to stay here
and guard the bottle.

- No.
- You need to go and tell Bill.

Roy -- Jack.

I'll go and confront
Harriet Parr.

I want to talk to you
about Mrs. Josephs.

And Paul Bladen.

Come in.

- Hello, James.
- Hi.

Cilly.
So sorry.

So as a district nurse,

you must have given out
injections willy-nilly.

Yes, at times.

Why are you asking?

Do you know what? I think
I'm just gonna cut to the chase.

I know about you and Paul.

And I know
that Percy found out.

But that didn't stop you.

Which is why you took
a perfectly healthy goldfish

to the vets.

But Percy followed you,
didn't he,

so you couldn't see Paul?

- And even that didn't stop you.
- I don't know what you mean.

It was you I spoke to,
wasn't it, on the phone?

Pretending to be his wife.

What happened?

Did you and Paul have a row,

and did Mrs. Josephs know
how you felt about him,

and she threatened to tell
the whole village?

No!

I just wanted to see Paul.

He was so young
and so brave.

He was going to found
a veterinary hospital

for medium-to-large animals.

- I could never harm him.

Get out.
Just get out!

There's something
I wanted to ask you.

Do you think there's something
wrong with me?

Am I not attractive?

No, no, not at all.

Yes.
I didn't think so.

No, no, no.

No, you're --
you're very attractive.

Why would you
think otherwise?

Because of Paul Bladen.

I tried everything.

I threw myself at him,
literally.

Bared my soul and more.

He just wasn't interested.

Well, I'm sure it's not that.

Everyone thinks I'm this spoiled
little rich girl, but I'm not.

We're completely skint.

Is that why your father
didn't want Bladen to operate?

I didn't know he didn't.

Do you know where he was
when Bladen was killed?

Yeah, sure.
He was with me in London.

We had a meeting at the bank
first thing.

We didn't get back
till the evening.

Right.
Where's Jimbo, then?

Anyway, so I was just telling
everyone about the swearing --

I was just messing about,
really --

and that is when we found it.

Here we are. Look.
He's put in a marker.

The bottle
with the adrenaline in it

used to kill Mrs. Josephs.

Probably got
fingerprints on it.

What bottle?

Agatha's not gonna be happy.

True generally.

Aggie.

- Yeah.

James, what are you doing here
with her?

You were supposed to
stay with the bottle

'cause that could have been
the incriminating evidence

that could've nailed Percy!

Percy?
What happened to Harriet?

Never mind Harriet.

Is this the medicine bottle
you told me about?

What?

I can't believe
you've told her.

No, no, no.
It's fine.

She was with her father
when Bladen was at the farm.

Which rules them out, no?

Right, okay. Well,
who else have you told?

Anyone else?
About the bottle?

Could anyone have overheard you,
maybe, in the pub?

Sarah, Gene, Josephine.

- Brilliant.
- Loads of people.

And that woman
who kept eyeing you up.

Excuse me!
Can you just...

We...

What woman?

The blonde
with the Brummie accent.

The vets secretary.

Chloe Mabbs.

Yeah.
And she's after the barman.

So maybe Bladen dumped her,
and she wasn't happy.

She would have had access
to adrenaline.

Right.
So how do we find her?

Friday night?

Jesters in Evesham.
That's where everyone goes.

Yeah, I have to tell
D.C.I. Wilkes.

What is this music?

Acid house funk
techno trance dub stuff?

There she is!

Well, we can't chat to Chloe
on the dance floor, can we?

We need to
create a distraction.

Someone's gonna have to
go in there.

I'm in charge.
Leave it to me.

Thank you.

Brilliant.

What's he doing?

He's creating a distraction.

Coming through.
Police business.

Out of the way.
Thank you.

Right, Mr. Deejay,
cut the music.

- Thank you. Police business.

Excuse me.
Coming through.

- Coming through.

Out of the way please.
Make a bit of room.

- Switch it back on!
- Yeah, turn it back on!

My sweet goodness.

A word.

Were you eavesdropping on him
in the pub?

Him?
Do me a favor.

Why did you leave your job?

No Bladen to ogle, no fun.

Did you go out with him?

No chance.
He only went for rich bitches.

I've not got a penny.

Nor has Cecilia.

Maybe that's why
he didn't go for her, whereas...

Whereas what?
Harriet Parr isn't rich.

Yes, she is.

Percy's so tight,
she's got a fortune.

Well, why did Bladen
need money?

For his animal hospital
for medium-to-large animals.

He wined them, dined them,
shagged them,

and then asked them
for money.

Calm down.
Calm down.

Look...

About Bladen.

- It's not like you were to know.
- I don't want to talk about it.

I'm gonna find out
who killed Mrs. Josephs,

because she was a good woman.

And then I'm gonna go
and join a nunnery.

You can't do that.

Why not?

I'd miss all this.

And...

I'd miss you.

James,
you're only doing this

because you're bored
and you've got writer's block.

I'm not stupid.

Hodge?

- Yeah.

Well, I think
I drifted off about 5:00.

The cards and cakes of support
are from the villagers.

The flowers
are from Josephine Webster.

And Sarah says not to worry,

there's already a search party
out for Hodge.

Hodge.

Well, would you look at that?

So why Josephine Webster?

She's widowed,
and she's got stacks of cash.

She was at the ladies' night,

so she could easily have heard
Mrs. Joseph talking to me.

And she was in the pub

when James was spouting off
about the bottle.

And she was the one who was
spreading the word

about who Bladen had
gone out with.

But maybe, just maybe, she
neglected to include herself.

She's going.

Where's she going?

- Let's follow her.

Quick, quick.

Him!

What's she doing with him?

What's he doing with her?

Maybe you're right.
Maybe they have got Hodge.

Park Hodge just for a second.

Listen, we all know that Bladen
tried it on

with every fishwife,
every -- lots of people --

and therefore possibly her.

Let me take you through.

And as we can see, Rice is
clearly enjoying her company.

So, what if he had a grudge
against Bladen and killed him?

How can we prove that?

Well, I could go to the surgery,
check the appointments book,

see if he was there
that morning.

- Just a second.

Excuse me.

- Peter Rice and his...

So they're booked in
for dinner at 7:00,

so they're not gonna be going
anywhere anytime soon.

So you stay here
and watch them.

I'll go to the surgery,
check the appointments book,

and have a little look
for Hodge.

Or you could
salve your conscience

and, contact Jack.

Jack.

What are you doing here?

This is
where I've been staying.

I honestly did not want it
to be like this.

But at the end of the day,

I shouldn't have been a coward,
and I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings,

and I never, ever wanted to
cause any problems in your life.

But the truth is,
you and I,

we're just not meant to be.

Will the woman that was asking
about you earlier

be joining you, sir?

Blond hair, sharp bob,
lots of color.

Hodgy?

My little man.
Don't worry.

If you're in here,
I'm coming for you.

Just after I've done this.

Right.

Tuesday.

Saturday.

Bingo!

So he was out
the day Bladen died.

Where's Agatha?

Who'd have thought it?

You finally
being straight with me.

I meant everything I said.

Yeah.
Yeah, I know.

Where are you,
and where's Agatha?

More to the point,
where's the vet?

Shhhh.

Everybody be quiet.

Tewks!

What you doing here?

Supposed to be dead.

You haven't seen Hodge,
have you?

Hodgy?

Here, mister.

Well, hello, my wee man.

You, Hodge,
are coming home with me.

I'm not sure he is, actually.

You can't kill me.

The police will know.

Do you think?
I'm not sure.

I could have discovered you
breaking into my surgery.

Why did you kill Bladen,
let alone Mrs. Josephs?

Now, she was a mistake.

A mistake?!

Josephine told me
she wanted to talk to you.

I thought she knew something.
I confronted her.

She was confused.

I lost my temper.

What about Bladen?
Was he a mistake too?

Paul could have been
a great vet,

but he wanted to run
before he could walk.

I knew he'd be
good for business,

but he didn't like
dealing with pets.

He wanted to build
an animal hospital.

And for that he needed money.

So he started fleecing women
left, right, and center.

Including Josephine.

Yes.

I'd spent years waiting for her,

waiting for the day
when she saw that I was the one.

Instead he steamed in there,

he wined her
and dined her and...

Broke her heart.

I knew he was
up at Pendlebury's,

so I went up there
to have it out with him.

And when I got there,
I saw this.

Why should Paul have everything?
Why should he get what he wants?

You don't have the monopoly
on being a sad loser.

None of us get what we want.

What we do is we find people
who are all right,

and we cling to them.

Good people.
Like Mrs. Josephs.

I'll bet you can't even tell me
her Christian name.

Help!

Look!

- Rice!
- Aah!

Castration forceps.

Nice work, Gemma.

I thought Tewks had...

Yeah.
No, I know.

Mrs. J was just confused.

'Cause the vet was
only keeping him in overnight

'cause he had that whiffy-breath
stomach thing, didn't he?

Anyway, it's sorted now
because Agatha's adopting him.

- Um, at Mrs. Josephs'.

Judith.

Her name was Judith.

You're gonna get snot
all over your jacket.

I don't care.