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No, Gemma...

I am not --
I'm not running away.

I've got a family crisis.

But you don't have a family.

Yes, actually, I do have
a family, thank you very much...

- somewhere.

And James has been asking
after you.

Has he?

Well, I am a little preoccupied,
actually.

Okay, then. Sure.

I have a little bit
of business I need to attend to.

Not quite sure
how long it will take.

- All right, see you then.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

Is this the right...

place?

Hell.

Welcome.

- It's okay.

I don't bite -- well,
not in daylight hours, anyway.

It's a joke.
It's just a joke.

We have you staying
for four days.

Yes. I think there's been
some kind a mistake.

You see, I booked a spa retreat.

No, no, no.
Not quite.

you booked our S.P.A. retreat.

That's the Special
Paranormal Activity package.

I'm sorry. The...
The what package?

Well, it's just a title, really.

We book you in,

and then we let the castle and
Spencer Dulsleigh do the rest.

Claude, is this the new guest?

Daisy Jones.
We've been expecting you.

What as?
Fresh blood?

To make up numbers.

Dear Colonel Lyche
has us playing Scrabble.

He's very good.

Well, I'm sorry.
I don't do Scrabble.

Come on.
I'll introduce you.

All right.
Hang on a second.

- I'd like you to meet...
- Agatha.

The Colonel lives here.

Imagine.

And this is
Jennifer Stobbs. She's from...

Cleveland, Ohio.
It's great to meet you.

I'm here with my shopping buddy,
Mabel.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Yeah, um...
Why don't you join us?

Maybe later.

Minibar, minibar,
wherefore art thou minibar?

No.
How awful.

- Well, if you must know,

a psychotic
hairdresser from hell happened.

Why else do you think

I'm hiding away here
in this madhouse?

I know someone who can help you.

Her name is Francie Juddle.

She's the local witch. Comes
from a long line of Gypsies.

That's twice.
Double trouble.

Listen, I'm not into
all this mumbo-jumbo.

I'm here for hair tonic.

I have a little problem,
you see. With my hair.

Well, I think that one
speaks for itself.

The Lovers

is not just about sex.

There is someone, though.

Is there
Is it --

Does it say who?
Ask it. Ask it.

Is there
a card marked Mr. Right?

You'll know.
It's all about intuition.

Apply the hair tonic
every night before bed.

That'll be 80 quid.

80 squid!
Are you having a giraffe?

Take it or leave it.
Doesn't bother me.

I won't be losing my hair
over it.

Listen here, you...

fraudulent toad-eating crone!

You're about as genuine
as my wig!

Yes.

Inspector Jessop.

I believe
you discovered the body.

That's right, I did.

Now, tell me, have you spoken to
any of the other residents yet?

Was Francie wealthy?

Was anything missing
from her caravan?

What time did you visit
Mrs. Juddle's caravan?

Um...midnight. 1:00-ish.
Don't know. Hard to be sure.

And why did you going there
at that time of night?

Well...

I'd been having
some nightmares.

"Big horses running at me
with bulging eyes"

and "husbands with scissors"
sort of thing.

And what's with the...disguise?

Well, you're wearing a wig.

You're very perceptive.
I am wearing a wig.

And it is a little complicated.
If I'm honest.

It's not exactly
conventional behavior, is it?

No, I grant you that.
It's not conventional behavior,

and I can see
where you're going with this.

But I'm hardly likely to have
killed Francie, am I,

and left my fingerprints
all over the caravan

and then called the police,
am I

I'll have you know,

where I come from, I do not
commit murders; I solve them.

You'll have to stay here
for a few days. All right?

Looks like there's been a murder
somewhere else for a change.

Has there

That's Agatha.

Don't be daft.
You're obsessed, you are.

No. Look.
That's Agatha.

- It is as well.
- Yeah.

"Police in Wyckhadden
are investigating the death

of a women known locally
as a witch."

"...suspect Mrs. Agatha Raisin."

Agatha wouldn't commit murder.

Not without us.

She needs help.

Well, she's eccentric,
but I wouldn't go that far.

Look, she needs our help.

Yeah, I know a copper
in Wyckhadden.

- I'll see what I can find out.
- Okay. I'm gonna call Roy.

James, what are you going to do?

Find her.

She needs me.

Wow. You're quite
the blond bombshell.

Yeah, yeah. Keep your eyes
to yourself, mister.

I must say, there's been
quite a rush on today.

Murder is clearly good
for business.

Everyone's in the dining room.

May I introduce you?

- Hello.
- Hi!

We're on honeymoon.

And I'm just down
from London with my new boyf.

Jimbob.

From Texas.

Howdy.

So, why did you
go and see this so-called witch

in the first place?

What are you even doing here,
Agatha?

Research. Roy asked me to do
an article on...castles.

I thought you said
you had a family crisis.

I do.
I- I did.

Look, what's with the questions?
We need to get to work.

- We need to get you home.
- I'm not allowed to leave.

We need to clear my name,

which means
we have to investigate.

Bill, come here.

Now, tell me, what do you know
about this murder?

Well, um, the motive
seems to be robbery.

Apparently,
the victim's sister said

she kept a large amount of cash
padlocked in a metal box.

They found it discarded
in the woods this morning.

The murder weapon?

A large wooden object.
They're still looking for it.

Okay. So, tomorrow
we talk to everyone.

Roy and...Jimbob.
You take the Colonel.

What about the other guests?

We'll figure them out
one by one.

As for the staff...
they're even weirder.

Right, well, I better go.

On our wedding night?

Well, it's...not really, though,
is it?

And, um...I have to be
at the station, first thing.

Poor Gem.

I think she was rather hoping

that something might happen
between her and Bill.

Night.

"The course of true love
never did run smooth."

Well, I bloody well
wish it would.

- Yes, I do.

For them, obviously.

Yeah, absolutely.

No, actually.
For everyone.

It's just so...
so tiring being single.

There's no certainty
in anything.

God, how lovely would it be
just to be certain about things?

You know,
someone to share things with.

Somebody
that you could count on.

You can count on...us.

Yeah.

Well, here we are.

Yep.
Here we are.

I'm glad you came.

Yeah. Me too.

Right. Well...
I better get some sleep.

That's if I can sleep
in this big place.

With all this spookery
and murder.

Evening.

Evening.

Night.

Yeah. Night.

bothers me.

Really...bothers me
in a way no one ever has.

She completely does my head in
at times.

Most of the time, actually.

I find her infuriating,
insulting,

completely contradictory.

Yet she's on my mind all day.

I think the problem is,
if I'm honest,

I'd just hate it
all to go wrong.

What if we don't really know
each other?

How can you tell

if you really know someone,
i

Let's face it.

Me and Agatha are never gonna
just casually date, are we?

It'd have to be all or nothing,
wouldn't it?

Don't you think?

What do you think?

You know James
was pining for you, don't you?

As soon as he saw your piccy
in the paper,

he -- he couldn't get here
quick enough.

Yeah, he's probably
just bored or something.

Well, the police
didn't waste much time

getting out of here, did they?

I have got a bad feeling
about this.

Aggie, do you think
there's any truth

- No!

Look.

It's a sign.

That we should go.

It's a message from Francie.

This card was in her hand
when she died.

"Follow your intuition,"
she said.

Yeah, mine's saying
we should leave.

Look.
They've all been here.

Colonel Lyche in
to discuss his liver.

I thought he looked
like a drinker.

Daisy booked in for a séance.
What's that all about?

A bunch of crackpots.

Jennifer -- warts. Ew.

Mabel Dulsey -- palm reading.

Claude, the creepy manager.

Doesn't say
what he's in for.

But it's Claude,
so the list could be endless.

Hang on. What's that?

"Agatha Raisin, brassy cow.
Hair tonic"?

Yes, all right.

Well, if you must know,
that's why I came here.

I had a little problem with my
hair and that it was falling out

and I didn't want anyone
to see me looking like that.

By "anyone," you mean James.

That's why you left the village,
innit?

- You're as obsessed as he is.

Who are you,
and what do you want?

I was a friend. Well,
not really a friend, exactly.

- More of a...
- Client.

She got bald patches.

Just here to pay our respects.

Snooping through
my sister's things?

Francie was your sister?

Well, in that case,
I'm very sorry for your loss.

You see, we're just trying to
find out who did this.

Why do you care?

Because I do.

Because
Francie meant a great deal...

to a great many people...

...and whoever did this
is still out there.

And she did her hair for her,
as well.

Right.

Well, I don't need help
from the likes of you.

Francie will tell me
who killed her.

Francie will?
Because...

How, exactly?

I'm psychic, too.

And when Francie comes through
to tell me who did this,

I'll wring their scrawny necks
with my bare hands.

Now, beat it.

Okay.

Right. Come on, Gemma.
Run. Run. Run!

Look. You see the ceiling?

This is exactly
the kind of thing

I would love in our bathroom.

What's up?

Yes, you're not from Texas,
are you?

Are you kidding me?

Oxford, actually.

It's just a little game we play.
Keeps people on their toes.

Bad accent?

That and the fact that
I was in counter intelligence.

- MI5.

So I might pick up
on the little things.

And how's the liver?

As in my vital organs
or what we're having for dinner?

- Both are fine.
- Good.

Shame about that
witchy

No.

He's lying
and thinks we won't realize.

Come on.
We need to rattle his cage.

Do you, um, fancy a game?

Damn biscuits!

This place certainly does make
everybody jumpy.

What are you doing?

Us?

We're both just such big
fans of your English literature,

- Sure is.

Scrabble, ladies?

Colonel.
Thought you'd never ask.

- Lovely.

Right, come on.

Come on, Gemma. Let's see what
books they were looking at.

Medieval section.
History, genealogy...

I think she was looking
at that red one.

Got it.

"Malleus Maleficarum.

The Hammer of the Witches."

Gemma!

It's all about witchcraft.

Carly! Wrong knives!
How many times?!

All right, all right.
Geez, who rattled your coffin?

And please do something
with you hair.

Good morning, ladies.

Tell me. Francie was known
as the Witch of Wyckhadden.

Anybody else around here

into all that "hubble, bubble,
toil and trouble" stuff?

Not that I'm aware of.

You went to see her,
though, didn't you?

You're in the appointment book.

That's private.

She was a friend.
I'd known her for years.

Before she took up clairvoyance,

she used to work
in the kitchen here.

Until she realized that she was,
in fact, clairvoyant.

Turns out she was rather good
at the psychic stuff.

Ask Daisy.

Daisy?

I want to thank you...
about Francie.

She didn't half do the trick
with my hair.

How did you know
she was so good?

I come here to mark

the anniversary
of my husband's death.

He died in a car crash.

We got married here.

So the place is full
of happy memories for me.

And Francie...

Reassured me he was okay.

Told me things
she couldn't have known.

She was the real deal.

So, why, do you reckon,

someone would want to kill her,
then?

Maybe that's why.
Because she was genuine.

Maybe she knew someone's
deepest, darkest secret.

-2.

- So...
- Shh!

The Colonel is ahead by 52.

But Roy's tiles
will be worth a few,

and he gets an extra 50
if he goes out first.

If.

I thought you were good at this.

I am.

Why would Lyche
want to kill Francie?

Possibly because she knew
something about him.

She had some secret that she
threatened to reveal about him.

Maybe he's not even MI5 at all.

James, you could you use
your army past

- to check him out.
- I can try.

He's definitely got
anger issues.

Alcohol issues, if you ask me.

Did you see his DTs
when he was playing the game?

Well, I think they're all dodgy.

And those two
were clearly up to something

earlier in the library.

That Daisy's too good
to be true.

Look at her.

Daisy visits here every year

on the anniversary
of her husband's death.

Does she come
at any other time of year?

Easters and bank holidays.

And, come to think of it,
she was here last Christmas.

Thank you.

Please excuse me.

Well, that's an awful lot
of grieving.

Well, she doesn't look
very grief-stricken to me.

Mabel.

Come on.

- She's disappeared.
- Please.

No one of those proportions
can just disappear.

I felt the need
to pay my respects

and thank the Lord
for the precious gift of life.

Please...

join me.

Excuse me --

Sorry.
You were saying?

Good morning.

You all right?
Did you sleep well?

Yeah, never mind
all that. Listen.

I think we should have
a séance-y thing.

You know. Try and get Janine
to contact her dead sister.

You have got to be kidding me.

You don't believe
in any of that, do you?

No. Well, I don't believe
in any of it.

But the killer doesn't know
that, does he

All we've got to do
is just get in there

and sit around the table
and get Janine to do her thing,

whatever it is she does, all
that "Is anybody there?"

You know.
See who squirms.

Why you doing that face?
It's a genius idea.

200 quid.

What, to contact thin air?

To bring the spirits through.

Yeah, it'll be cheaper
just to go the off-license,

get a load of vodka.

It takes a lot out of me.

It's a lot out of my pocket,
if you ask me.

Do you want me to try it or not?

Did you get anything on Lyche?

No record that I could access.

At least not
in the public domain.

Which means he's a fraud.

Or genuinely a spy.

I've got a friend in counter
intelligence. I could try him.

Yes. Do that.

Something's not right.

Daisy's all over him, and
yet he can barely look at her.

Me. My.
How very exciting.

We couldn't agree more.

We're hoping

that someone with a connection
to the castle comes through.

Highly unlikely.

- Hi.
! Hey, hi.

Yeah, I thought I'd sit out
that séance nonsense.

It's not really my scene.

So, what, sitting alone with
the rest of the ghosts is?

Ghosts?

This place is haunted
by the ghost of a bastard earl.

I know.

I've seen him myself.

All very dramatic.

Please hold hands --
and keep holding hands.

Whatever happens.
The circle must not be broken.

Who is there?

Say hello to Tewks for me.

My God.
It's Mrs. Josephs.

Silence!

Someone else
is trying to come through.

Did anyone else feel that wind?

- Yes.
- Yes.

No.

My journey is complete...

...but my death is not avenged.

That's why we're here.

Who killed you?

Justice.

What happened?

Someone turn the light on.

No. Don't.
There might be something else.

What sort of something?

Gemma, you're crushing my hand.

Sorry.

What is that?

I'm sorry. I heard a noise
out there. I had to come in.

My God.
She's dead.

But how?

No one came in.
No one went out.

And we were all holding hands
the whole time.

I better call Inspector Jessop.

Good evening, sir.

Your officers
have taken our statement.

But just so you know,
I'm D.C. Bill Wong,

South Gloucestershire Police.

If you need any help...

Well, actually,
there is one thing.

Your friend.
The loud one.

- Of course.

I take it
they're all in bed now.

Yes...

Worn out.

- Nobody broke the circle.

- Doubt it, unless we're saying

he's a silent assassin trained
to kill with one bare hand.

Or he was in on it with Daisy.

So he could get up
and stab Janine.

I can't believe for a minute

that the Colonel and Daisy
were in cahoots.

He barely acknowledges
her existence.

Daisy held my hand
the whole time.

Gemma, you were beside Claude.
Did he move?

Rigid throughout.

Jennifer
could have let go of Mabel.

She could've done the deed.
She'd be strong enough.

Okay, Roy,
you check them out online

first thing in the morning.

We will go to the chapel.

I've no idea
what Mabel was doing in there,

but it wasn't just praying.

In the meantime...I think
we should all get some sleep.

There must be something.

Aggie, we've looked everywhere.

I mean,
short of digging up the dead...

What are you doing?

What you said.
Digging up the...

Look.

"Spencer Dulsleigh,
Fourth Earl of Wyckhadden.

Lived and died in this castle,
1436-1484.

He's the one
who's on the portrait.

No. You've lost me.

What if Mabel Dulsey
is a descendant?

She said at the séance that she
wanted someone from the family

- to come through.
- So, what, you think,

she's trying to trace
her family tree or something.

I think
it's -- it's way more than that.

Right. Come on, Gem.

Let's find that book,
the witchy one with the hammers.

Um...
Medieval, top bit there.

Aha.

Right. That's the one
they were looking at.

But there was other stuff, too,
wasn't there?

There was stuff
on local history, genealogy...

This one look's like it's been
but back in a bit of a hurry.

And it's got fingerprints
all over it.

"The Wyckhadden Bloodline."

"A Tale of Adultery
& Gypsy Curses."

I checked out the Golden Girls.

Nothing on Mabel.
But get this.

Jennifer Stobbs is a lawyer,
and her specialist field is...

- Inheritance.
- Got it in one.

There's two lines
descending from the Fourth Earl:

one questionable,
one legitimate.

Which I belong to.

We believe we have
a case that Mabel Dulsey here

should inherit the castle
from the present incumbent,

who lives in seclusion
in Barbados.

So, what about the dodgy line?

The Earl had an affair
with a local Gypsy girl.

Do Francie and Janine belong
to that branch of the family?

No. As far as we know,
it died out.

So, why go and see Francie?

A curse was put on the family,
along with a prophecy --

"Harmony would be restored
when the raven took over."

I have raven-colored hair.

So you went to see Francie

and had her read your palm,
hoping for confirmation.

And did you get it?

We think she was a fraud.

I take it that's a no, then?

Mabel's lying.

If nothing else,

her claim on this castle
is about as real as my wig.

I guess they could have fallen
out with the Juddle sisters

over the prophecy.

They're hardly gonna kill
them over that, though,

- They might if the Juddles

were going to tell the owners
what they were up to.

There's more to it than that.

James

Just a couple of names
of the illegitimate line.

Bill, where have you been?

The local police station.

Apparently,
they're closing in on an arrest.

- They can't do that.
- I think they can.

They found the murder
weapon that killed Francie.

It was a rolling pin.
They're hoping the prints on it

match the ones they found
on the knife that killed Janine.

Wow. Yeah. Sounds pretty
open and shut, doesn't it?

Really

Matching fingerprints
on the murder weapons?

No, that's too...
It's too...

Exactly.

It's too obvious!

Bill, why do you think

that Jessop didn't interview
you all himself?

I mean, surely he'd want to see
the whites of your eyes,

check the cut of your jib,
see who cracks under pressure.

We didn't do it.

But he doesn't know that,
does he?

Well, he clearly had
other lines of inquiry.

And we know from the circle

that it can either be
Lyche or Mabel Dulsey.

So it must be one of them
they're going to arrest.

What? So...

Smart enough to stab someone
in our presence

and yet stupid enough

to leave fingerprints
all over the murder weapon?

No.
We're missing something.

What if there was someone else
in the room?

There wasn't.

There was no one there
when the lights came on.

Nowhere for them to hide.

Roy, why did you come
prancing in in a panic?

You know.

Waitress Carly,
she told me about a ghost

and I heard a noise
so I just went in.

Where

I was hiding...under the horse.

Okay.

What did you hear?

A kind of creaking sound
and footsteps.

What's behind here?

A way in and a way out.

Well, that certainly explains
the gust of wind.

So the murderer
wasn't at the table.

But who else is there?

Carly.

Carly Bridgeman,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Francie and Janine Juddle.

You do not have to say anything,
but it will help your defense

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something which
you later rely on in court.

- It's not right.
- Anything you do say

- I told you it was Carly.
- No, it can't be.

Come on.

Intuition. Intuition.

Right, that's it.
This must stop.

Please.
Gentlemen, please stop.

There is something I must say.
Please...

Esmeralda Gizup...

Gissup.

Don't worry, Carly.
I will deal with this.

Mr. Jessop, I shall be speaking
to your superiors.

No! Stop!
Jessop this isn't right.

Agatha, what are you doing?

Please, this is police business.

But it's not justice, is it?

Why would Carly
kill Francie and Janine?

For Francie's money.

Her fingerprints
were all over the money box,

the rolling pin, and the knife.

I helped Francie
with her therapies.

So of course I handled the box.
And I work in the kitchens.

And riddle me this,
my little sunshine.

What about Janine?

There were 10 people
in that room when she was died,

and not one of them saw Carly.

How did she get in there?

Through the secret passageway.

You know about that, then,
do you?

How?

It's my business to know.

You see, I think you're
barking up the wrong tree,

mister, because this
is all about family trees.

You see, I don't think

that the illegitimate line
died out at all.

I think It lived on.

Gizup. Gissop.

Jessop.

I think you're stating a claim
on the castle,

and Francie knew that.

She found out
your little secret.

And you were worried that
Janine was gonna do that, too.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

The tarot card in her hand
when she died.

Justice.

The last thing that Janine
said -- in Francie's voice --

"Justice."

It wasn't a request.
It was the answer to a question.

When I asked her who killed her,
she replied, "Justice."

Now, who represents justice?

So, tell me.
Why are you picking on Carly?

Tell them.
Or I will.

I'm...trying to get to know
this place.

It's not really what I'm into,
but it'll have to be.

Carly is the owner's
daughter. She'll inherit.

Of course.

The raven-haired one.

All this way for nothing.

You knew that, didn't you?

Which is why you were trying
to get her out of the way.

To strengthen your bogus claim.

- I've had enough of this.
- Aah! Aah!

You can't do this.

But I can.

I prefer it here.

'Cause it's safe.

Jessop confessed.

Marvelous.

What's she doing now?

My contact got back to me
about Lyche.

Something of an MI5 hero,
apparently,

until he lost someone
in the field

and suffered
a massive nervous breakdown.

Doesn't like losing,
as a result.

You do know that Daisy's
in love with you don't you?

Daisy?
No, I don't think so.

She's young and beautiful,
and I'm...

Well, I'm not, am I?

Come on.
What you talking about?

A lot of women find
that laidback military thing

rather attractive.

You need to stop hiding
and grasp the nettle.

No, I...
I don't think I can.

Do it for her.

You're not the only one
that needs to move on.

I thought we
could, go for a walk maybe?

I thought you'd never ask.

Agatha is amazing, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

I missed you when you went away.

Yeah.
Well, we know the reason --

Just shut up and listen.

For once in your life,
just listen.

I missed you when you went away.

And it set me thinking.

You are completely impossible.

An infuriating, brilliant,
frustrating,

magical nightmare of a woman.

Sort of getting mixed messages
here.

And I want you to be
my infuriating,

brilliant, frustrating,
magical nightmare of a woman.

And I-I know.
I know it's crazy.

We haven't even...
We should have...

But it's also so...

so completely right, isn't it?

Agatha Raisin...

...will you marry me?