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It's not funny, Agie.

Oh, no, no.

No, it is...
it's a little bit funny.

It was a little bit funny.

They've reached out to Roy to
rebrand a jamming competition.

Well, obviously,
to an old muso like me,

"jamming" means a bunch
of blissed-out jazz hep cats

freestyling some hot licks.

So... So, when exactly
did you realize

that you'd been asked to
rebrand a preserve festival

for the Cotswold Jamerati?

About 10 seconds after I showed
up to the first meeting

smoking a doobie and suggesting
putting on Miles Davis

to get into the funky zone.

I'm very fond of a
Comfrey Magna Preserve Festival.

Hopefully it can be renamed to
something tasteful but original.

Have you met Roy?

Actually, Rev, I've dragged it
from the 1950s,

and it will now be known as...

The Great Cotswold
Jammer Final welcomes you all

to Comfrey Magna Community Hall.

That sounds an awful lot like

"The Great British Bake Off."

Can you not talk over
our sponsor, please?

Riffraff.

I'm Sybilla Triast-Perkins.

I've been coming to this
historic competition for years.

But this is my first
year attending as

managing director
of Jellop's Jams.

Unfortunately, we're just
running a tad late,

waiting on all
the finalists to arrive.

Oh, it's killing me,
it's killing me.

All right, it's green,
it's green.

Avanti!

Mind me jam, Petra!

Now that we are all
gathered together...

The Reverend
and Mrs. Perfect,

the priestly power couple.

Arthur Chance is the vicar
of Comfrey Magna,

the bishop's favorite.

We don't get on.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You get on with everyone.

There's something
not quite right there.

That's all.

Do give what you can.

There is a collection box
at the back of the hall.

There goes
the competition, Maggie.

Oh, please.

Gilda Brenson's not
the competition.

He'sthe competition.

Oh. Emergency, my ass.

Follow that jam maker!

I'm confident that the jam-off
will be conducted

in the same spirit
of good-natured rivalry

as it always has.

In a minute, along with
our celebrity judges,

I'll be tasting
all your wonderful jams.

Ooh, nice touch with the judges.

Stormzy, Greta Thunberg,
Barack Obama...

All send their apologies,

so he asked for me
and Charles instead.

Local celebrities.

Big in Evesham.

Thank you for this honor.

And as judge, I promise
to uphold the noble traditions

of fairness and impartiality.

And I promise
to be the mean one.

It's a no from me.

You're fired.

I remember the first year
I attended the jam-off.

The writer returns.
Have you finished your book?

No.

So, why are you back?

Because, uh...

Well, because...

Oh, thank you for answering
all my texts, by the way.

And mine.

Yes, it was great to get those
little updates.

I'm not sure I sent any little
updates to any of you.

Yes, I know.
I was being sarcastic.

Why so elusive, James?

Agatha, I need to have a little
talk with you.

Well, you can have a talk with
me now, if you'd like.

Do you want "pro-jam"?
See what I did there?

Pro-jam?

Yeah, I'll do the jokes, boy.
Off you go.

Mm, Chloe Selby Jellop.

Who's that?

Chloe was managing director

of Jellop's Jams before
Sybilla took over.

I'd like you all
to give exactly that

to the next esteemed person...

Of course.

And before Chloe was MD,
there was Liz Jellop,

who Sarah found dead,
with her head in a vat of jam.

Which was terrible.

Of course
that family are cursed.

I'm a member of
that cursed family.

Chloe was my wife.

Taken from us almost exactly
a year ago today.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, no. Agie's in love.

Oh, please don't, Agatha.

I... I know he's lovely-looking
and all...

Step away from the widower.

Too much emotional baggage.

When you get to a certain age,

everyone's got a bit of
emotional baggage.

I think we're perfect
for each other.

Exactly.

I'm sure Agatha's
the right person to decide

who's best for her romantically.

I am? Yes. I know I am.

You usually disapprove
of my romantic liaisons.

True.

But sometimes you have to stop
being judgmental.

Allow people to move on
with their lives.

He replied to that text
pretty quickly, guys.

What do you suppose
the big talk he wants to have

with you is about?

Who cares about the big talk?

Not I.

Coming through, coming through!

- Policeman!
- Police brutality.

Stop him!
Do you want to go?

Calm down! I got rage!

Looks like some people
didn't get

the good-natured rivalry memo.

Form the judge protection squad!

- Is that really necessary?
- Sorry! Sorry.

Can you see what I'm up against?

1, 2, 3.

They are taking it
really seriously.

Is this us making time
for each other?

Well, some would say
that this...

me and you at the jam-off...
counts as a date, no?

Well, not while you're on
jam protection duty, it doesn't.

Bill, if we're going out
together, at some point,

we should actually
go out together.

Fair enough.
When are you free?

Well, I'm really busy.

I've got loads of
missing-pet cases to solve.

Come on.
Let's get a day in the diary.

Um...

- Hold the phone!
- Oh.

- Hold the phone!
- Better go and,

uh, preserve the peace.

Harry?

- Um...
- Hi, Toni.

What are you doing here?
Are you a jam fan?

No, uh, Agatha invited me.

- Invited you?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Anyway, I'll...
I'll see you at work.

Ooh, this is interesting.

What do we have here?

Oh, well, it's a jam
sweetened with honey.

I love honey.

But I'm allergic to bees.

Go figure.

Oh, you're allergic to bees?

Well, you're gonna be
allergic to this and all,

horny goatweed and beetroot?

I mean, pass the sick bucket.

Maggie, need I remind you
that intimidation

of fellow competitors
is a disqualifying offense.

- Oh, look, a bee!
- Ohh!

No, sorry. Just a fly.

My mistake.

Do it, do it,
stop it, stop it.

Sorry, sorry.
Sorry.

Oh, look.

Harry Beam's here.
He said he'd see me at work.

Yes, and so he will.

He showed a talent for deduction
in the Snoth case,

and his enthusiasm
counts for a lot.

Therefore, I want to trial him
as a junior detective.

But I'm your junior detective.

Well, now I have two
junior detectives.

Come on!

A little healthy competition
doesn't do any harm.

Great. So can he do the boring
missing-pet cases, then?

Listen, those missing-pet cases

are part of the agency's
bread and butter.

Very good training.

It's important to serve
one's apprenticeship, Toni.

Gilda Brenson.

May I taste your wares?

You may.

I shall dive in.

Hold on.

That's my GP, Dr. Stevens.

She was telling me
not to eat sugar

'cause it rots your teeth
and causes diabetes,

and there she is
shoveling it down her.

Good grief.

That's very good. Mm.

You don't know what you're
talking about, Sybilla,

because bacon jam... right?

is a jam!

It's not a jam!
It's a relish!

- What?!
- Time-out, ladies.

- Take a breath.
- Sorry.

- Calmness.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Deep breaths.
- Okay.

Remember what we learned
in our sessions.

Go away.

Just...

How did you manage
to calm them down?

Are you some sort of
lady whisperer?

No, it's... it's my job.

I'm a therapist.

Sometimes you just have to help
people see the bigger picture.

Believe me, that argument
is about a lot more than jam.

I am so sorry about your wife.

That must've been...

Honey.

I adore you.

Let's make love
for all eternity.

Who's the meanest
of the mean judges?

Sir Charles.

Say my name. Say my name.

Blah-blah-blah-blah,
blah-blah-blah.

Meow!

Meow!

Meow!

Is this really happening?

- Dr. Stevens!
- Dr. Stevens.

Maybe Dr. Stevens
was hallucinating

like the other judges,
and that's why she jumped.

This is dreadful.

Why are they all hallucinating?

Maybe the jams were spiked.

And Dr. Stevens had a double
dose of whatever it was.

Well, we saw her wolfing down
the jams, didn't we, Agatha?

It would take a psychedelic drug

to cause hallucinations
like that.

- Like LSD?
- Like LSD?

- Not that I've ever taken LSD.
- Not that I've ever taken LSD.

- Agatha?
- Wait, wait.

I need to make a confession.

This year, I went rogue
with my ingredients.

Oh, quick, someone... Google

"Can too much caster sugar
make you think you can fly?"

Put your phones away.

I don't think caster sugar's
a psychedelic.

I wouldn't arrest yourself
just yet.

Although, technically, as
a jam-maker, you are a suspect.

Denzel Wilkes is
an innocent man.

I don't think whoever did this
expected Dr. Stevens

or any of
the other judges to die.

Feels like a prank gone wrong.

We need to interview
the jam-makers.

Yes, indeed, we do.

We need to interview
all the jam-makers.

But interview them about
a murder, not just a prank.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You were right.

About the date.

Life's too short
not to make time for each other.

Let's cancel whatever's
in our diaries

and do something
special tomorrow night.

Aww.

So you can be romantic.

So, event run's from 9:00
to 10:00

with possible extension
to 10:30,

if we're really
enjoying ourselves.

Boom.

- Oh. Hello. Do come in.
- Hi.

I have an awful feeling
that while I was

under the influence of
whatever that was,

I may have called you "honey."

I apologize.

Do you also want to apologize

for wanting to make love
to me for all eternity?

Don't worry, James.
I know you didn't mean it.

Besides, I don't think I've got
enough energy

to make love to anyone
for all eternity, let alone you.

Thank God.

So, what was this...

talk you wanted to have with me?

Oh. Yes. Um...

I...

Bye-bye, James.

Bye.

Oh, for goodness sake, just spit
it out and stop dithering.

Mrs. Raisin, they've
suspended me from duty.

Cast me out because
I'm a suspect

in a jam-land murder inquiry.

A hero brought down
by his passions.

Well, if it's sympathy
you're after,

I prefer to dispense
it during office hours.

This is an emergency!

I want to hire you to clear
the name of Denzel Wilkes.

Specifically, the Denzel Wilkes

who's the Cotswold
detective chief inspector

and award-winning
jam-maker... me.

So, Wilkes is a client?

Yes.

We don't think Wilkes
is guilty of anything, do we?

Apart from being
absolutely horrific at his job.

No.

But I'm happy for him
to think he is

and appears to investigate.

There's definitely something
very suspicious

about Dr. Stevens' death.

There is absolutely no way

she could've scaled
that scaffolding unaided,

especially if she was
as high on drugs or...

or whatever as the other judges.

And don't think you two
are gonna get out of this.

I need all hands on deck.

Now, first things first.

Did Dr. Stevens have
any enemies?

Enemies? No.

Legions of terrified patients?
Yes.

Stabber Stevens gave me
all my injections when I was 4.

- I've still got the scars.
- Oof.

Stabber once gave me
a prostate exam.

Couldn't walk for a week.

I've, uh, changed my look now
that I'm a private detective.

- Too much?
- Yes.

Clients don't usually
attend case...

conferences.

Oh, you won't even know
I'm here.

Yeah.
Jammie Dodger, anyone?

Oh, I don't know what was
in that jam,

but I've still got the munchies.

Yeah, me too.

What is this,
the Teddy Bears picnic?

Come on!
Can we just have a little

focus on the case,
please, gentlemen?

Thank you very much.

The fact that Dr. Stevens was
a little heavy-handed

does not constitute
a murder motive.

Could it be something to do
with her

agreeing to be a judge
for the Jellop's Jam-Off?

Honestly, why was Dr. Stevens
even a judge?

She was always telling off
her patients

for eating sweet things.

Yes, but she was in charge
of the sugar-free jam category.

Now, I know what
you're all thinking.

Sugar-free jam ain't jam.

And yet again, Jellop's make
themselves unpopular by

allowing it into the Jam-Off.

Jellop's always been
pretty unpopular.

Really? Oh.

From what I heard, Chloe Jellop
had built the business

into something of a rather cool
little boutique company.

Yes, but the new boss,
Sybilla Triast-Perkins,

she's ruffled
a few feathers locally.

There was an article
in Evesham Times

objecting to her putting the
winning jam into production.

Said it was glamorizing
unhealthy eating.

I saw that.

So, the winning jam could've
made someone a lot of money.

Not someone. Me.

Whoa. It looks like Doc Stevens
might have been suffering

a serious case
of divided loyalties.

This article was written
anonymously

by a Carsley
health professional.

The only health professional
in Carsley is the good doctor.

- Dead doctor.
- Mm.

- Where's Harry?
- Can't be here.

He's, uh... He's on a run.

Hey, guys. Sorry.

I just... I problem-solve best
when I'm moving.

Okay.

So, we have a possible motive

for the possible murder
of Dr. Stevens,

in that it could be
any one of the jam-makers.

Uh, pro tip...
we call them jamsters.

I'm not calling them that.

Suspect number one...
horny goat weed and beetroot,

a.k.a. Gilda Brenson.

No, it's definitely not Gilda.

Gilda's a plastic jamster...
someone that fakes an interest

in jam-making just to look cool.

Cool.
Jam-making's cool.

Well, who knew?
What a world.

No, you're number-one suspect
is bacon jam,

a.k.a. Mad Maggie Tubby.

Yeah, nothing would give her
greater pleasure

than the destruction of Denzel.

And murdering Dr. Stevens
would achieve that how?

Mm. If Maggie could pin
the rap on me, it would.

Does Maggie need
the prize money?

Well, she owns
the family pig farm

with her much calmer sister,
soothing lavender conserve.

Petra, to her many friends.

Okay.

And then, there is
the handsome widower, the...

therapist, George...
something.

George...

George Selby I think
he said his name was.

Yes, anyway, he said that,
uh, Maggie and Sybilla

had this ongoing feud,

so it might be worth
going to talk to Maggie.

Roy and James?

Maybe I'll tag along.
As an observer.

Lose the pipe.

- Come on.
- Guys!

Anything odd about
Reverend Charles

being the only one of the judges
not affected by tasting the jam?

Oh! Very good. Gold star.

Top of the class.

I can interview the Chances.

If Reverend and Mrs. Perfect
have done something wrong,

I'd love to be
the first to know.

Do I detect a note
of jealousy there?

We mustn't let our feelings
and emotions

get in the way
of our work and job, Sarah.

Really. Now, you should go
and talk to the Chances.

They live in a big house
on the outskirts of Carsley.

Well, I'll go and see
the Chances, too.

Oh, this is Harry's lead.
He should follow it up.

Besides, the people of Carsley
are depending on you

to find their...

cats and dogs.

Right. Now, what do we...
what do we know about Gilda?

So, according to social
media, she is a wellness coach

specializing in the natural
healing properties

of organic jams.

Oh, a yoga instructor.

Very good.

Well, we need to get up
close and personal to Gilda,

so maybe, Sarah, you could try
one of her yoga classes.

- Okay.
- I can do yoga.

Okay, I can't do yoga, but...

I think we all know
that I'm the one

who has the best chance
of getting Gilda to open up.

Right. I'm gonna talk to
Gorgeous Selby...

George S. Selby.
Gorgeous George.

Just George.

Come on, then... spill.

What's this big chat
you want to have with Agie?

Ooh, I love workplace gossip.

You can tell Denzel.

No, no, I definitely can't.

But I can't tell you, either...
not until I've told her.

That would be indiscreet.

Straight men are so boring.

Maggie Tubby's famous jam lab.

I've always wanted a butchers.

Sweet little setup
you got here, Mags.

Shame about your jams.

Beat it.

Or I'll ruin those
good looks with acid.

I don't believe that's acid.

Isn't it?

Ooh!

Just want to ask you
some questions.

Yeah. What exactly are
the ingredients in your jam?

Ha!

You think I'm telling you that
in front of Weasel Wilkes

so he can steal
my secret formula?

Secret formula?

The only thing you got
a secret formula for

is being as mad
as a bag of snakes!

Snakes? Want a bit?
Eh? Eh? Eh?

Eh? Try it!

Maggie Tubby in her
mad scientist lab.

Surely, she's our poisoner.

- What did I tell you?
- Hang on a minute!

Mr. Selby.

I'd much rather you
call me George.

Oh, well, in that case, George,

let me pour you
a large glass of wine, then.

Right.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Sorry, sorry, but, uh, I just...
I can't do this.

What?

That awful business yesterday

and the anniversary
of Chloe's...

I'm just, um... I'm very raw,
easily triggered at the moment.

I know this isn't the case,
but I have to admit,

when you suggested we meet...

this is very
unprofessional of me...

but somehow it felt like a date.

What a ghastly thought.

No, no, no.
No, not ghastly at all.

The opposite, in fact.
It's just...

Is just too what?

- It's just...
- What?

Sorry. Uh, I'm a mess.

Oh, no.

Sorry, it's me... I'm a mess.

Maggie wants to apologize
to you.

- That's better.
- Not you.

- No.
- Okay.

'Course not.

Wilkes has always been in love
with me.

Can't imagine Wilkes being
in love with anyone.

Years ago, we used to run
with the same crowd

of young jam-makers.

We were wild.

But we were happy.

Sorry I threatened to throw acid
over you guys.

What's going on
with you, Maggie?

Bullying Gilda Brenson,

threatening Sybilla,
not to mention us.

Look, somebody put something
nasty in that jam.

And this laboratory
looks to me like

the perfect place
to have cooked it up.

Well, it is.

I could've poisoned the lot
of them if I felt like it.

Oh, but you didn't feel
like it, did you?

- No.
- And you never would.

No, Maggie's really stressed.

She wasn't always a pig farmer.

No.

Until Sybilla fired me,

I was a very happy
food scientist at Jellop's.

- Hence the lab.
- Yes.

And Gilda Brenson asked me
to give a jam master class

at one of her wellness days,
and I...

had a really bad experience.

Shh!

How are your finances
after losing your job?

That prize money
would've come in handy.

Well, I'm fine for money,
thanks to the farm.

And I wouldn't have wanted
my jam to go into production.

I supported the campaign
against that happening!

When Sybilla took over as MD
after Chloe died,

the company was never the same.

Chloe was 100% Jellop's.

If you cut her,
she would bleed jam.

Sybilla's not a jamster.
She's a businesswoman.

Chloe would never have tried
to make big profits

out of an amateur competition

or rebrand it as something
as tacky as the Jam Off.

I don't know which fool
they paid to come up with that,

but if I ever met him, I'd throw
real acid in their face.

What an idiot.

Sybilla is the one
that's stirring up

all this bad feeling.

It's her you people
should be investigating!

I have to admit, I'm more than
a little distracted by you.

I find you extremely attractive.

In a sort of no-strings,
little bit of fun kind of way.

Shall we rewind and start again?

- Yeah.
- Strictly professional.

I would like to ask you
some questions, Mr. Selby.

Of course, Ms. Raisin.

There's one suspect who is on
everyone's lips at the moment,

and that is Maggie Tubby.

But I'm not entirely convinced,

because you told me that
her argument was not about jam.

What was it about?

Is she a... client of yours?

She was, so I can't answer that.

Sorry.

But I will say this.

Maggie has anger issues
around jam,

but is she capable of murder?

No.

I'll tell you who I think
you should be investigating,

who was always at war
with Dr. Stevens,

who at one point threatened her
in the vilest language.

Who? Who?

Gilda Brenson.

- Gilda Brenson.
- Mm-hmm.

Their feud was nothing
to do with jam.

Gilda... Yeah, Gilda fancies
herself as a wellness guru,

the Gwyneth Paltrow
of the Cotswold, she thinks.

Oh, quite the claim.

Yeah, Dr. Stevens hated the way
Gilda persuaded patients of hers

to reject medication and try her
new-age nonsense instead,

and as a therapist,
I feel the same.

She is dangerous,
not to be trusted.

Trust me. Cheers.

Well, I do trust you.

Good.

Oh. Harry.

Hey.

I happened to be in the area,
and I thought I'd pop in and ask

Reverend and Mrs. Chance
a few questions.

That's funny. I...

was just about to ask them
some questions myself.

Well, of course.
We're so in awe of Sarah,

managing to run a parish
and help out a famous detective

like Agatha Raisin.

Arthur and I find looking after

our own little flock
a full-time job.

I look after my little flock.

But maybe not as full-time

as you look after
your little flock.

So, Reverend, do you mind
if I ask which one of the jams

you tasted?

- Um, none of them.
- Oh.

Actually, I'm more an honorary
judge, to be honest.

Apart from the asthma,
I have severe allergies,

and I can't run
the risk of a reaction.

Which is very hard for Arthur
because he's a jam fanatic.

It's one of the major reasons
that I chose this parish,

but luckily,
Maggie Tubby does make me

some rather delicious
anti-allergic jam treats, so...

so I can't complain.

Oh, dear Sybilla.

She visits her cousin
Chloe's grave every day.

So loyal. And so brave.

Especially after all the gossip.

Um, awful.

And what kind of gossip is that,
Patricia?

Thanks to lovely, helpful
Mrs. Chance

telling us about a thread
on CarsleyCapers.com.

According to about 27 posts

by someone calling themselves
@CotswoldJamFiend...

What? What?!

Sybilla's shagging George Selby.

See?
We told you not to go there.

And I haven't.

I think it's highly unlikely
that George is shagging anyone.

I happen to know he's very raw
at the moment.

Not in the place
to have a shag...

I mean, a... relationship.

Anyway!

I fail to see how this
fanciful relationship

between George and Sybilla
has any pertinence

to the murder of Dr. Stevens.

Who knows?

Maggie and Petra Tubby did say
we should speak to Sybilla.

Trying to put us off her scent.
Typical Tubby trick.

Dr. Stevens did write
that disparaging article

about Sybilla and Jellop's.

So...

I should probably go and talk
to Sybilla.

Good idea.

Whoa!

Mrs. Raisin!

I see you found one.

Wilkes and Raisin, the dream
team, together at last.

Raisin and Wilkes?

Mrs. Triast-Perkins, I'm...

I know who you are, Mrs. Raisin.
Georgie told me all about you.

What did Georgie say?

Darling?

Who's at the door?

Agatha. Hi.

I was, um... just leaving.

And knee behind ankle.
Good.

And then we're gonna go up
into warrior pose.

Yep.

And round into side angle.

Oh, hello.

Come for more of your tasty jam.

That batch is all gone.

No, no, I'm joking.
I'm here for the yoga.

Oh. Great!

Uh, well, I'll get you some kit
you can move and stretch in.

Oh. I'm sure I can move
and stretch in these.

Didn't exactly look like
he was just leaving.

Oh, he's always
popping in and out.

Practically lives here.

Can we get on?

I know what you're going
to ask me.

You're going to ask me if I have
anything against Dr. Stevens.

Because of the articles
she wrote.

She's good.

That article didn't
bother me at all.

I've had a very successful
career in business.

I'm more Marmite than jam.

I'll live with it.

Well, someone's spreading
salacious gossip

about you online.

I just wondered if it might be
the same person

who spiked the jam that you,
Dr. Stevens, and the others

tasted with seemingly
psychedelic drugs.

Maggie Tubby.

She's CotswoldJamFiend,
no doubt about it.

Well, I never knew Dr. Stevens,

so I don't know what Maggie
would have against her.

But Maggie hates me,
and she's obsessed with George.

Got a pathetic crush on him

like every sad, old spinster
around here.

- Sad, old spinster.
- Shh!

Little harsh?
Not every old spinster is sad.

Some mature ladies of a...

certain age may find they have

a genuine
emotional connection to him.

I'd imagine.

Why did you fire Maggie
from Jellop's?

She's a maverick.

Our customers
are a traditional lot.

You have to go slowly.

Maggie refused to do that.

Always pushing crazy
new flavors.

I mean, bacon jam?
Seriously?

Maybe I could work for Jellop's.
Are you still hiring?

Shall I tell you a secret?

- Oh, yeah.
- I hate jam.

Wouldn't have it in the house.

- You hate jam?
- Mm-hmm.

She's a monster.

I had a job I loved,
but after Chloe died,

I felt I owed it to her
to carry on her legacy.

Now all this abuse is my reward.

I've got things to do.

Any more questions
about Dr. Stevens?

Yes.

Are you having an affair
with George Selby?

That's not a question
about Dr. Stevens.

She's got a point.

Are you?

No.

Yes. Good.

Excellent. Brilliant.

This is music to my ears.

I hate gossip, don't you?

Come on.

And lord of the dance.

- Hi.
- Uh, just relax, ladies.

Hi. Yes, thank you.
Over there, please.

Thank you.

And when he's ready.

Okay.
And lord of the dance.

And exhale.

Uh, yeah, ladies,

just go into your vinyasa.

Let's start with some
one-on-one tuition.

Starting with
Adho Mukha Shvanasana.

- I'm sorry?
- The downward dog.

Down you go, doggie.

Ohh! I see.
Just like a dog.

So, uh...

this yoga, is this...
is it profitable?

Or would a cash injection
from winning the Jam-Off

have been very welcome?

Virabhadrasna 2.

Oh, aah!

Warrior pose.

Can I be absolutely honest
with you?

I hate yoga.

I just wanted to see you again.

Oh, that's nice.

'Cause I thought you were
a private detective

trying to ask me
some sneaky questions.

Ooh, a lot of tension
in that pelvis.

We need to work
at releasing that.

Oh, that sounds good.

How did you get on
with Dr. Stevens?

Sleeping pigeon.

Don't feel very sleepy.

Ever followed the Inca Trail?

No. No.

But I've, uh, taken a stroll
down the Cotswold Way.

In the words
of Emperor Pachacutec,

"He who envies the good draws
evil from them for himself,

like the spider draws
poison from flowers."

Aah!

Very good.
Very wise emperor.

Can I stop doing yoga now,
please?

Dr. Stevens was
a jealous spirit,

closed to the magical
possibilities of the universe.

I have no idea who was
responsible for her death,

but she brought it on herself
through her own cosmic actions.

You need opening up emotionally.

You should come on
a wellness day.

I'm enjoying Wilkes
not being around.

Even if it means a load
more work for me and...

not being around for you.

Oh, wow.

Don't worry. I'm used to being
second-best at the moment.

Bill, this is a date.
Can we... No more shop talk.

Yes, you're absolutely right.

Let's forget about work
and spend the whole evening

focusing on each other.

Bill, just answer it.

I'm so sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

When?

Okay. Now?

Yeah, okay.

Right.

So, lab reports confirm
Dr. Stevens

had a psychedelic in her system.

They need me back
at the station.

Well, you should
probably go, then.

What about our date?

I'll get my people
to call your people.

Sorry.

I don't believe
in hiding feelings.

I know we have...

chemistry, but right now,
any kind of sexual involvement

would be emotionally
very dangerous for me.

Absolutely.
I get it.

It would probably be
very dangerous for me, too.

Okay.
You finish getting naked.

- Yeah.
- I'll get the champagne.

Okay.
Right behind you.

Ooh, a glass of champagne
will be just the job, thanks.

Broke a boiler at Barfield,

so I decided to come over
for a post-yoga soak.

Stiff as a board.

I'm going to go.

So, I bought some jam tarts
for the case conference.

I thought they might provide
a bit of inspiration.

Ooh! Brain food.
Gold star for you, Toni.

I love a jam tart.

Which reminds me, Agatha,

I'm sorry for ruining your
evening with Gorgeous George.

- Did you find much out?
- Well, I didn't really have

a great deal of time to, did I?

Anyway, I think everyone's
far more interested

in whether you managed
to open up Gorgeous Gilda.

I'm not sure I am.

In my opinion, if Charles did
ruin your evening with George,

then the only way forward
is to schedule another one.

Are you still high?

You're perplexing me.

Please go back to being
the judgey James

that we all know and...

Tell me, did you find out
anything from Gorgeous Gilda?

I didn't find much out.

She swore she had nothing
to do with Stevens' death,

and then wanged
on about cosmic Incas.

She knows no one
takes her seriously,

but she stands by her jam.

She also said I should go on
something called a wellness day.

Wait.

Maggie Tubby said she went
on Gilda's wellness day

and had a really bad experience.

Apparently, that's why
she hates her.

Sybilla is 100% convinced
that the poisoner is Maggie.

Although Gilda is also
a suspect.

We need to talk to both of them.

Could you two go
and talk to Maggie?

Yeah.

Slow down, Usain Bolt.
We're driving.

Agatha, I can't help thinking
that this...

thing with George is slightly
clouding your judgment.

You're a fine one to talk.

What about this thing
with Gilda clouding yours?

Yes, but I'm Charles Fraith,

feckless playboy
and amateur detective.

You're the professional
with the golden haunches...

hunches... that we depend on.

Yes, I am, and I also have
a golden hunch

that you should talk to Gilda.

Book yourself into one
of her wellness days.

There's definitely something
dubious going on there.

Well, hang on.
I mean, shouldn't we find out

exactly how bad a really
bad experience is first?

I don't imagine
it's life-threatening.

You can go with him, James.

Moral support.
Keep an eye on him.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You look great.
- Thank you.

Ooh, yes.

Swine.

It was a year ago.

I was driving us home from
the Fruit Preserve Festival.

We'd all... me, Chloe,
and Sybilla...

we'd had such a great day.

And suddenly, there was a car
on the wrong side of the road,

coming right at us, and...

I swerved to avoid it.

Chloe died instantly.

So did the driver
of the other car.

It was... it was an accident.

Sorry. I still find it hard
to talk about.

Sybilla, are you all right,
my dear?

Chloe, she was such a special...

It's not... It's not that.

Tell me.

Whatever your burden, you don't
have to carry it alone.

What? I'm not CotswoldJamFiend!

I don't have to hide behind
some stupid profile name

to dish my dirt.

Oof. I've noticed.

Although, whoever it is,
they are on to something.

Sybilla always wanted to get
her claws into George.

Look, we're not interested
in gossip.

We're trying to establish
who killed Dr. Stevens

and who spiked those jams.

Sybilla was a victim.

She's one of the few people

we pretty much know
who didn't do it.

Oh. Really?

She could've spiked those jams,
pretended to taste them,

and then faked that whole...

Hello Kitty act
she came up with.

I doubt it.

Look, I don't
necessarily doubt it.

It's a possibility, yes,

but until we get
some hard evidence

that links Sybilla
to Dr. Stevens' death,

she's not a person of interest
in this investigation.

Something you might
find interesting.

Sorry.
Just take this.

Sorry, I have a client.
I forgot.

Oh. Duty calls.

Off you go.
Not a problem.

Thanks for being
so understanding.

Oh, I'm not usually.

I don't quite know
what's got into me.

See you soon.

I just can't find the right
moment to tell her.

Every time I get her on her own,
somebody else will come in or...

I know it's really hard,
but you're gonna have to tell

Agatha before she hears it
from somebody else.

What if the somebody else
she heard it from was you?

Yeah, I'll tell her.

Agatha's bark is worse
than her bite.

Yeah.

Yeah, come on through.
There you go.

Thank you.

Inspector.

Sergeant.

Lovely creeper.

How's your investigation going?

Fine, thank you.
How's your investigation going?

Oh, perfect, yeah.

No more boring red tape
or police regulations.

I'm going rogue again.

Elvaston Healthcare...
big pharmaceutical company.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Oh! Yes, I'm aware of that.

But were you aware
that Sybilla Triast-Perkins

was their CEO before
she went to Jellop's?

Yeah. Were you aware of that?

Yeah, that's some free intel
from my investigation to yours.

Oh, no, I should've kept that
intel for my investigation.

Well, that's annoying.

Hello?

Agatha?

CotswoldJamFiend just posted
a video on Carsley Capers.

That is definitely Dr. Stevens.

Talking to Sybilla, who told me
that she didn't even know her.

Right, that's it.
I'm gonna go to her house now.

Come on!
Stay with it!

Come on, Sybilla, come on!

- Yeah, I need an ambulance.
- Come on, Sybilla.

Come on! Come on!

Please, she's...

Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

This is Mrs. Agatha Raisin,

esteemed private investigator
and collaborator

with Detective Sergeant Wong.

I'm sure he'd want you
to let her through.

Thank you, Inspector.

Credit where credit's due.

Yeah, I was just
testing you, lads.

And you passed.

Good police work, yeah.

I'm sorry. I know you must
still be in shock,

but I have to ask you
a few questions

about how Sybilla died.

It was a terrible accident.
It...

She's just lying there
in the garden,

bees buzzing all around her.

Well, she's always
been allergic to them.

I found her EpiPen, but...

How did you get into the house?

I have my own keys.

And what made you come here
this afternoon?

I got a text from Sybilla.

I was worried, so I came here.

Agatha, I...

I think having another death
linked to Jellop's Jams

has been hard for her.

You sure it was just
the association to Jellop's?

Because a video's just been
posted online of Sybilla

and the doctor fighting
just a few days

before the Jam-Off.

I didn't know about that.

Any idea what they could've
been arguing about?

Dr. Stevens anonymously wrote
that newspaper article

that was critical of Jellop's

while still agreeing to be
a judge at the Jam-Off.

W-What, you think
Sybilla killed Dr. Stevens,

and over a newspaper article?

Sybilla is...
was a high-power businesswoman.

She wouldn't have given
the article a second thought.

Okay. Well, we're gonna take you
back to the station

to make a statement.

Agatha.

George.

We... need to stop this.

You need to grieve, and I...
I have a case to crack.