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- Budge up, Lizzie darling.

- Give us some room.
- Don't mess with the covers.

You're making me cold.

Well, look at this.

What?

Nothing.

Okay. Gather 'round.

- Wa-hoo!

To you four beautiful people
here.

My friends.

Aww.

Can I just say that I am happier
now than I have ever been?

Living here!

And a lot of that
is down to you.

And James?

And James.

But this has been
an amazing hen party.

Aggie, your carriage awaits.
Gemma, take over.

Whoo-whoo-whoo!
- You got her. You got her..

- Oi!
- Come here.

Just want to say

the only thing
that could make me...

Come on. Hurry up, mate.

...any happier is...

...barrel of laughs, that one.

...if you and Bill
got together.

I don't think
it's going to happen.

Bill likes you
more than he likes Mum.

And that is entirely
understandable.

No, it's not!

I think he's probably over me
by now.

Gemma, make sure
she gets her beauty sleep.

She is going to need it
after tonight.

Roy, not even
that facetious little remark

is going to ruin my happiness.

Bye, Bill.

Are you going to be all right?

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

Bye!

Cheerio.

Whoo!

Come on, Bill.

Forward!

- Good morning, Sarah.
- Good morning.

Morning.

- The flowers look gorgeous.
- Really beautiful.

And all arranged by Juliet
and the Ladies' Committee.

I am very grateful.

Sarah's done most of it herself,
actually.

Agatha wanted to bring in
an expensive London florist,

but we told her this was one
event she was not going to PR.

- Let's.

- See you later.
- See you later.

Okay?

Yeah.

Oi!

Is Agatha Raisin
getting married today?

Yes, and I'm late.

Are you invited?

I wouldn't think so.

I'm the last person
she would want to see.

James and Agatha.

If either of you know
of any impediment

why you may not be
lawfully joined in matrimony,

you must confess it now.

Stop!

This has to stop!
I cannot let this continue!

! What are you doing?
- Jez, you can't go on with this.

Agatha,
you're making a huge mistake.

Bill, stop it.

I know
that you've had a crush on me

since I arrived in the village,
and while I value you

- as a friend --
- This isn't about me.

It's about him.

Who's he?

Agatha's husband.

Jimmy?

I thought you said he was dead.

I thought he was dead.

We never get 'round to getting
that divorce, did we, Aggie?

How much money do you want?

Well, there's my
emotional distress, isn't there?

And, my bus fare
back to London.

50 quid.
That'll do.

Each.

What's happened, Mr. Harvey?

Agatha's husband turned up.

Where's the nearest off-license,
then, squire?

Well, that's my place, but
I'm not selling you any liquor.

Well, where's the nearest offy
that's not your place?

Ancombe.

Some good news, Aggie.

Jimmy's agreed
to a quickie divorce.

And as soon as that's done,

you're free to go through
the whole thing again.

How long do you think
it will take?

However long it takes,

you're not going to be
marrying me, Agatha.

- Don't be silly.
- I'm not being silly.

Yes, you are.

It took a lot
to get me here today

because I believe that marriage
should be based on trust.

How can I ever trust you again,
Agatha?

You embarrassed us
in front of everyone.

I'm sorry.
I- I genuinely thought...

I don't want to hear it.

Stay at Gemma's.

Yeah.

We've brought you some
extra tissues, just in case.

Thank you.

And some jaffa cakes.

What am I going to do, Gem?

Hello, Karen.

Hello.
You after a cup of sugar?

No, no, no. Um...

I wondered if you'd maybe had
doubts about your move here.

And if you would consider
selling my cottage back to me.

I see.

I- I was wondering,
on the off chance,

if you were maybe regretting
your move and...

I'm not regretting it.
I'm sorry, Agatha.

I was lonely in London,
and I love the feel of it here.

Like, tomorrow night,
there's the barn dance

at the village hall.

Are you going?

Um...

yeah, probably.

I hear that Charles Fraith
is doing the calling.

And he's a bit gorgeous.
And worth a bob or two.

Morning, sexy!

What do you want now?

I thought you'd gone.

Run out of money, haven't I?

Really

Well, you're getting nothing
from me.

Well, I'll have to stick around
in the village, then, won't I?

Why are you doing this, Jimmy?

You ruined my life once before.

Why are you trying to do it
again?!

If you don't give me
money every week,

I'm gonna stick around!

That's what I've decided!

I ain't going anywhere, Aggie!

My bike!

Get off me!

I'm your husband!

Not anymore!

Leave me alone!

Mrs. Agatha Raisin?

Yes?

I'm arresting you
on suspicion

of the murder of your husband,
Jimmy Raisin.

Are you mad?

She was seen assaulting him,
Mrs. Bloxby,

right where he was killed.

Jimmy's dead?

A Mrs. Karen Hardy
saw a heated argument

between you and the victim

which ended in an assault
this morning.

Mrs. Hardy apologizes,
but she had to report it.

Well, it's true.

He was asking for money. I got
angry, and I...whacked him.

And was that all?

Yes.
He must have hit his head.

I didn't think to look back and
check that he was all right.

What are you doing here?

I was arrested
at Bristol Airport,

on my way to Cyprus...

...and our honeymoon villa.

The police think I killed Jimmy.

I'm not sure that they do.

I think they're going to let us
out in a bit.

But I hit him and he fell.

That's...not what killed him.

They told me
that Jimmy was strangled.

And there were boot prints
around the body.

That's why they thought
that I was involved.

Well, who would want to strangle
Jimmy?

Only us.

Hi, fellas. I'm looking
for a guy called Jimmy Raisin.

No idea.
You want to ask Lizzie.

Thanks.

Hi. Um, I was wondering

if I could ask you some
questions about Jimmy Raisin.

Thank you
for getting us out of jail.

It's Roy.

Well, your Jimmy

had a reputation
for being a bit of a rascal.

He'd find stuff out
about people,

like they were claiming Housing
Benefit while sleeping rough

and then blackmail them
to take a cut of the money.

Has he been on the streets long?

Yeah, but about four years ago

he got taken up
by a homeless charity

run by a woman
called Mrs. Gore-Appleton

and whisked off
to Hunter's House.

What's Hunter's House?

It's a posh drying-out clinic.

Did it work?

No, he was back on
the South Bank within a year.

Okay.

Thanks, Roy.

- Always a pleasure.
- Mind out!

Was he homeless
when you were dating him?

No. He wasn't homeless.

He was handsome and funny and...

I knew that he drank, but...

You tend to think the best
of people, don't you,

when you're 20?

I have to go.

Charles
will you take

your very generous
wedding present with you?

I'm sure you can get a refund.

I think I'm going to wait
a while before I do that.

Just a hunch.

Are you...
thinking of staying the night?

- Look at this.

Hunter's House. It's only
a couple of miles away.

So it means

that Jimmy was in this area
four years ago.

Do you think
that's a coincidence?

Maybe.

Well, maybe we should go there
tomorrow and...

make an inquiry
about a booking or something.

We could try and find an address

for this
Mrs. Gore-Appleton woman.

She might be able to fill us in
on Jimmy's time there.

I've tried to find her address,

but the charity
seems to have folded.

Okay. Well, we'll do that
first thing tomorrow.

Okay.

I'll, um...I'll set up
the spare room for you.

You can go back to Gemma's
after the barn dance.

Our fees here,

for 24-hour
individually tailored rehab,

are £3,500 week.

Could I ask
for whom you're inquiring?

Yes, it's for my friend here.
She's a hopeless alcoholic.

Yes, I am.

She displays
all the chronic symptoms.

She's a liar.
She lets people down.

And you can't trust her
as far as you can throw her.

I understand.

An old drinking buddy of hers,
Jimmy Raisin,

received some treatment here
a few years ago.

I remember.

I wonder if you have
a contact number for him

or for the charity that paid
for his treatment

run by a Mrs. Gore-Appleton,
I believe.

Yes. I would just like to get
in touch with him

so that I know what to expect.

I'm afraid we don't give out
any personal information.

But let me show you
the premises.

Thank you.

Mornings begin with breakfast

- Look. Look.
- ...in the canteen,

which we have nicknamed
"Sobriety Central."

Um, what exactly
does breakfast consist of?

Gore-Appleton.

Well, no one with the name
"Gore-Appleton"

has ever lived at the address
she gave the clinic.

Well, what about the offices
of her old charity?

It's now a minicab firm.

The woman's vanished
into thin air.

Or never existed.

Okay. Well, thanks, Roy.

We could always check out

some of the others who were
at the clinic at the same time.

They might know something
about her.

Where's that list?

What about...
Sir Desmond and Lady Derrington?

Okay.

I hope you enjoy
the rest of the day.

And thank you for your advice.

James. Look
at this sweet little flower.

Sneezeweed.
Not my favorite.

But, Her-In-Charge
likes a splash of color.

It's a very beautiful garden.

Well, it gives me something
to do

- after I left the Guards.
- I know what you mean.

I'm recently
decommissioned from the Cavalry.

Do you know Tim Simmonds?
Excellent chap.

Very well, indeed.

Look, um, stay for a glass
of something afterwards.

And, bring
your little Scottie friend?

Are you local, Captain Lacey?

- No.
- Yes.

Well, which is it?

Well, my little Scottie friend
is hoping to be local soon.

Yes.

She's a hopeless alcoholic,
you see.

Untrustworthy. Her life
a tissue of crippling lies.

And I was thinking

of checking her into
Hunter's House to clean her up.

I hear, from people who've been
there, that it's very expensive.

I hope you don't think me rude,
Lady Derrington,

but I had heard
that you been there yourself.

Good gracious, no.

It's just that
a friend of ours, Jimmy Raisin,

had said
that he met you both there.

Don't be absurd.

You were there four years ago?
September?

Well, your friend Raisin
is obviously still drunk,

because we haven't set foot
inside the place.

- He's lying.
- I know he's lying.

He must have been there
with some other woman,

some girlfriend.

Well, maybe we should come back
another time

when the wife's not around
and question him.

- No.
- I'm sick of scum

- like you and Raisin!
- Fair enough!

Yeah, we're just leaving!

You'll get no more money out
of me! Do you hear?!

Crystal clear!

Step on it! Step on it!

I'm stepping on it.

What are you doing?

Writing a list of suspects.

Is that a permanent marker?

No, it's not a permanent marker.

Right.
Who have we got?

Sir Desmond Derrington.

Well, he was angry enough with
us for even mentioning Jimmy.

Well, I know. So, what could he
have done to Jimmy himself,

if he'd tried getting more money
out of him?

Anyone else?

No. That's it.
It has got to be him.

This must be your record.
One suspect. 24 hours.

We are an excellent team.

Yes?

- Yes.

Did you visit Sir Desmond
Derrington this afternoon?

How do you know that?

- His wife told us.
- I'll handle this.

His wife told us.

She saw him threaten you
and asked him for the truth

about his trip
to Hunter's House.

And after he confessed
about his extra-sexual activity,

- she told him to sling his hook.

And he turned his gun on himself
as he sat in the car.

God.

Maybe he shot himself
out of guilt.

Jimmy had already blackmailed
him before,

and we think
he was trying to do it again.

- We thought of that, too.
- Yeah.

Did we?

Yes. But Lady Derrington said
he was with her all yesterday

preparing the garden
for the open day.

So it couldn't have been him.

And forwards.

And back.

Forwards, turn left.

And...

And twizzle.

Like ladies on a spit.

- And polka with your partner.

Are you ready
to go 'round again?

So, have you found
this Fiona Gore

No. Not yet.

The woman
seems to have disappeared

as completely
as her dodgy charity.

Or she's changed her name.

Bill? My mum asked
if you'd like to dance.

...I said
I'd get Charles another beer.

Sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the next dance
is the Flying Scotsman.

Three sets of couples, longwise.

Gentlemen, keep the band on your
left; ladies, on the right.

Now I will hand you over to Jim.

Thanks, Charles.
Ladies...

I think this Fiona Gore-Appleton
woman could be living locally.

Who cares?

Think about it, Gem.

Jimmy arrives in the village
and he recognizes her.

If she's got
something to hide --

Jimmy could have been
blackmailing her --

so she kills him.

You're just in a mood

because James is dancing
with the newbie.

No, I'm not.

Down and back.

And we have a new top couple.

I'd really like to kiss Bill,
you know.

Gemma, can you concentrate?
I think I'm onto something here.

We know nothing
about these two newbies

that have arrived
in the village,

what, three, four weeks ago --
Karen Hardy and...

The pretty one
dancing with James.

How do we know they are
who they say they are?

Top couple -- down and back.

James, I need to talk to you.

Do you mind?

Just forget about that
for a minute.

I can't.

What do we know
about Juliet and Karen?

- Well...
- Nothing.

- Nothing.
- Exactly.

Well, I think that
this "Fiona Gore-Appleton"

could be living
right under our noses.

We need to find out if these
women are who they say they are.

How do we do that?

Well...

No.
You have a plan.

I can't believe
you talked me into this.

Thankfully,
Juliet left the window open.

And Karen
hadn't changed my locks.

What are we looking for again?

Passports, gas bills,

anything official
with her name on it.

We need to see
if she really is Juliet Comfort.

Okay.

I'll do the same
for Karen Hardy.

We will be back at that dance
in no time.

My God.

What is it?

Agatha?
What have you found?

Nothing.

It's just really odd

seeing someone else's furniture
in my cottage.

Why aren't you dancing?

Right. When one of those newbies
leaves, I've got to text Aggie.

Well done, Sarah.

Very good.

Charlie? May I have the honor
of another dance?

My pleasure.

- But --

The pleasure would be all mine.

Yes.
Yes, I suppose it will be.

Forwards and back.

And again.

...twice 'round your partner.

Some people find flirting
really easy, don't they?

Why don't you?

Scared of being rejected,
I think.

So are they. They're
just a bit braver about it.

Okay. Bugger it.

And forwards and back.

Hey, Bill.

Um, you know,
I've been watching you

at dances and parties
for about 15 years now.

I've never actually seen
you dance.

That's because I can't.

That's rubbish.
Anyone can jiggle about a bit.

- No. You know how some people...
- Why don't we go back to...

...are tone-deaf
and shouldn't sing?

Like Aggie?

Yeah, like Agatha.
Well, I'm "dance deaf."

When I dance, it upsets people.

Just an excuse. Come on.
You're dancing with me.

No, I'm all right.
Seriously, I'm all right.

No. I don't want to dance
with you, Gem!

- Sorry, I didn't me--
- It's all right.

I didn't mean that.

She's so tidy.

She seems
to have put everything away.

Hang on.

"New House."

Well, I have got
a load of bills,

and they are all
in the name of Karen Hardy.

Well, that puts her
in the clear.

I shall see you
back at the dance.

My.

What?

Agatha, you are not
going to believe this.

Nothing like a good
barn dance to get you going,

- Wait till we're inside.
- I can't.

I can't.

Charles.

- Juliet...
- Charles...

- Look, Charles.

Someone is burgling my house.

Wait here.

She's coming in!

Hey!

Stop there!

James?

Hey!

Stop!

Stop! Hey!

Hey! Stop!

James?
What's happening?

I'm being chased.

By who?

Charles.

James?
What were you doing in there?!

James?

It's Agatha.

Juliet's not
who she says she is.

All of the stuff
on the sale of her house

is in the name of Patricia Gadd.

And if she's changed her name
once...

She could have done it before.

she's not the murderer, is she?

I quite fancied her.

Juliet, can we have a word?

- No. I have to go. Sorry.

There were people in my house,
Charles.

I don't feel safe
staying here tonight.

Juliet, you cannot run away
from this.

Wait! Hey!

- Fiona!
- Patricia!

Juliet!

- Juliet!
- Patricia!

Fiona!

You were right, Aggie. I spoke
to a friend of mine in The Met,

and they've been after
Gore-Appleton for a while.

She'd get huge donations
for her charity

but just pocket the money.

Her only project
seemed to be Jimmy Raisin,

who she took up with
for a while.

- Got to go!

Imagine Juliet's shock

when she saw Jimmy turning up
for our wedding.

The one person in the world
who could identify her.

What are the chances of that?

Well, not high.

But don't you think
that chance governs the world?

Whether we're here or not,
who we fall in love with.

I mean, what are the odds of you
and I sitting here right now?

I mean, think about it.

What if my parents hadn't met

or your parents
hadn't met each other

or their parents
hadn't gone to the same dance

and then plucked up the courage
to talk to each other?

All of these chance meetings
have ended up here tight now...

with us.

I'm so sorry...

that I didn't sort out
my first marriage properly

and I put you through that.

Thank you.

Jimmy was so long ago

that it almost feels like...
he never existed.

And I feel like
I didn't really exist...

...till I met you.

Give us a kiss.

It's getting hot in here.

Yes, it is.

James!

James!

James! James!

Just ignore them.

Aggie! Got to get out!

I better go.

Get out!

James! Are you in there?!

Did you see anyone
in the surrounding area?

No. Nothing else at all.
Just on the way home...

Are you sure you have
somewhere to stay the night?

Yes. Sarah's putting us up.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you for raising the alarm.

Well, I heard a car race off,
so looked out of the window.

What color of car was it?

Blue.

- I won't be a minute.

I feel a little bit overwhelmed
by everything.

Yeah, I bet.

And I keep thinking about Jimmy,
and...

I know he was
a complete pain in the neck,

but, he didn't deserve to
meet someone like that, did he?

No.

And I feel as if I want to know
a little bit more about him.

Okay.

And I feel guilty
for not grieving for him, and...

and I didn't stay in touch.

There's no need to feel guilty,
Agatha.

I know. I know.

But first loves, Bill.

They stay with you.

It is a powerful thing.

D.C. Wong? Come in.

Yes?

The suspect has been
apprehended on the motorway.

Okay, thank you.

They've picked up Juliet Comfort
on the M4.

She was heading for Heathrow.

"Juliet Comfort."

Why call yourself
"Juliet Comfort"?

It felt like a happy name.

But is "Juliet Comfort"

a happier name
than "Fiona Gore

Well, that's
an irrelevant question, really,

Chief Inspector.

What actually is your name?

Patricia Gadd.

I've never heard
the name Fiona Gore-Appleton.

But why change your name at all?

Because...I wanted to disappear.

From the police?

From my husband.

Who is...abusive.

He's a hedge funder in the city,

and he said that if I ever left
him he would hunt me down.

So I squirreled some money away

and planned a new life
somewhere quiet.

I think that man who was
burgling my cottage

- last night was working for him.

I think he's tracked me down.

So that's why I ran away
last night.

I can't believe
Jimmy ended up here.

I can't believe
you wanted to come here.

But if you insist
on having closure...

She's over here.

Lizzie?

Hello.

Hi.
Um, this is Jimmy's wife.

He used to call me
his little wife.

I didn't know he was married.

A- A very long time ago.

Are you sad he's gone?

Yeah.

And me.
It's lonely without Jimmy.

Did he leave anything behind?

Any belongings or anything?

That's his worldly goods.

What's in there?

A photo
of a girl with brown hair.

That's me.

Give over.

He kept it all these years.

These clippings are all
articles that mention you,

including the profile piece

saying that you're the best PR
in the country.

Another photo.
That definitely isn't you.

Hang on.
Um, "Me and Fiona."

Fiona Gore-Appleton.

Well, that's Karen Hardy.

This is the woman
who bought my cottage.

Are the insurance people
still in your cottage?

I'm not going to be able
to get in for a few days.

Well,
if you fancy some lunch,

I'm just about to make a salad.

That
would be really nice. Thank you.

D.C. Bill Wong, please.

Well, could you please get
a message to him?

So, what made you move here?

I wanted to be
part of the community.

And you'll think
this is a bit silly,

but when I saw the property,
I saw you were next door.

You -- Surely you knew
why Agatha was selling.

You knew
we were getting married.

You're not anymore.

If you lay the table,
I'll just go and change out

of this old thing
and we can have lunch.

I should go, really.

Don't be silly.

You're perfectly safe.
I'm sure I can resist you.

Where are your knives and forks?

You don't keep your cutlery
where Agatha did.

Under the sink.

What do you think?

I got it
at the boutique in Stow.

You knew Jimmy.

Are you Fiona?

"Fiona" was just a name
for the charity.

Did you know you were buying
the cottage from Jimmy's wife?

No.

I thought her surname
was a coincidence.

And I liked the symmetry of it.

I couldn't believe it
when he turned up.

And when he
started demanding money, well...

I was not going to have that.

I'm going to phone the police.

Of course.

I'd have let that fire burn

if the vicar and his wife
hadn't walked past.

Stay where you are.

Stop right there!

Just stop there!

Right, there.

You're under arrest!

- Get off!
- Take her! Take her!

Get off me!

Hey, mister. Your taxi awaits.

- Better.

Good.

Well, I am under very strict
instructions from the nurse.

At the first sign of wooziness,

I'm to bring you
straight back here.

I don't feel like going
to Jez and Sarah's.

I feel like going to Cyprus,
as the villa's still free.

- Get some sun.
- Good idea.

Well, I'm sure I could get us
flights by this evening.

I want to go on my own, Agatha.

Um...

Do some thinking.

Okay.

Well, if you want me to join you
at any time, just text.

Let's just...give it some time.

Morning, Agatha.

Morning.

What time is James' flight?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

3:10.

If he goes to Cyprus alone,
he's going to sit there

and find a reason
not to get back with you.

No, he won't.

He's been a bachelor for years,
Agatha.

His head is full of excuses

to not be
in a serious relationship.

It's his default position.

I should know.

If you're lucky enough to have
found someone you really like,

you have to persist.

Get on that plane.

There's a girl over there
who really, really likes you

and who I know
that you really like, too.

So stop finding excuses
not to give her a chance.

'Cause she's special.

And so are you.

Hymn number 272, "Love
Divine, All Loves Excelling."