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Well, George says Sybilla
wouldn't concern herself

with someone like Marie Stevens,
and I believe him.

- [ Ring tone playing ]
- But there's the test tube

from Sybilla's old company that
Bill found at the crime scene.

And then this argument
at the car park.

Exactly.

Somewhere in all that
is the key to this case.

Well, George knew her best,
and he says no.

CotswoldJamFiend might have some
answers to all those questions.

So I've been working on
finding out who...

I've got a couple ideas
about that myself.

CHARLES: The video was posted
right after Maggie

was told there was no evidence
linking Sybilla and Dr. Stevens.

Coincidence or double bluff?

Could Sybilla be
a disgruntled patient?

I mean, she said
she wasn't, but...

HARRY: No, I checked.
She was never a patient.

The Selbys were and Gilda,

who changed doctors after
a falling-out with Mary Stevens.

So if not a patient and nothing
to do with the Jam-Off,

what could Sybilla possibly be
arguing with Dr. Stevens about?

TONI: Maybe the newspaper
article Stevens wrote

slagging off Sybilla
and Jellop's.

- [ Ring tone playing ]
- Also, George could be lying.

AGATHA: Oh. No.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I'm sure you'll all be
very pleased to hear

that I've ended things
with George.

Good decision.

JAMES: On the other hand,
you might find intimacy

with George a nice distraction.

And he might know more about
the video than he's letting on.

Well, I'm not going to go
and see him.

However, there is a chance

that Reverend Chance
might know something.

SARAH: I'll come with you.

Patricia was 100%
laying into me the other day

for neglecting my parishioners,
wasn't she, Harry?

Was she?

No, yes, she was.

JAMES: Agatha, now Sybilla
is the prime suspect,

Charles and I don't need
to go on that wellness day.

Yes, probably a waste of time
now, would've thought.

What?

[ Door closes ]

Do help yourself to one
of Maggie's jam doughnuts.

No nuts or sweeteners,
in case you're allergic.

I've had a...

Donations for the new
community hall are flowing in.

I don't suppose you were aware
of any enmity

between Sybilla
and the doctor, were you?

No.

Oh, poor dear, Sybilla.

I saw her just hours
before it happened.

Yes, Sybilla was at
Chloe's grave yesterday.

Arthur tried to help her,
to get her to talk, but...

Yes.

Yes, she's still so terribly
cut up since,

you know,
the car crash, understandably.

Do help yourself to a doughnut.

This is so very sad.

You get so close
to your parishioners.

Well, I know you feel
the same, Sarah.

I always say, you have a heart
as big as the Cotswolds.

Aww.

Do have another doughnut.

Sybilla was very close to Chloe.

It's me, isn't it?

I mean, the Chances,
they're lovely.

I'm just a horrible person.

You're not horrible.

Chloe's death
really affected her.

I don't know.
Survivor's guilt, maybe?

I do feel awful for being mean
about them.

I mean, am I awful?

Yes. I'll get Toni or Harry
to investigate

this car crash a little more.

Oh, I knew it. I'm horrible.

Mrs. Bloxby! Hi.

Um, would you mind giving
Agatha and I a moment?

Really don't think that's a
very good idea, do you, George?

Sarah, get in the car.

Uh, I just want to talk.

Keep the channels
open between us.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Chanting,
ethereal music playing ]

I'm damn nervous
about this, James.

[ Chanting ]

Uh, Charles and James?

It's time for Gilda's
Germanic Shamanic ritual.

Please join the circle of love.

I've been looking online.

Apparently, some of these
new-agey, touchy-feely

type events often degenerate
into little more than an orgy.

Well, why didn't you say?

Come on, James.
You're single.

GILDA: The shamanic ritual is
centered around

spiritual cleansing, but with
the short time available,

we concentrate on the basics.

Retrieving power animals,

returning soul parts
by eating jam.

Taste that jam.

Feel the ancient fruits
enliven your taste buds,

reaching every part
of your body.

Now, with your other hand,
I want you to reach out

and touch your partner,
and remember, do it with love.

Just like being back
at boarding school, eh?

Then I want you to swap partners

and do the same again
with everyone else.

No!

Oh, dear.

[ Indistinct chatter,
music playing ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

PATRICIA:
You all right, my dear?

Yeah, just... boyfriend trouble.

- Trixie?
- Oh, uh, yes.

That's what my friends
used to call me

when I was young.

I'm on parish angel shift,

trying to keep the youngsters
out of trouble.

Make sure they drink
plenty of water.

"Trixie's" more approachable.

I hope he turns up.

[ Knocking ]

Bit early, isn't it?

Never have sex
with a yoga teacher.

Not without having a hell
of a lot of yoga first.

If you've come around here
just to tell me that...

Look, this is from Bill.

Sybilla had chloroform
in her system when she died

and a pheromone called isopentyl
acetate on her skin and clothes,

which causes bees to attack,

which means
she must've been murdered.

And I think I know who by.

Gilda spent a lot of the evening

talking about
an ex-boyfriend of hers...

jealous, violent, controlling,
after her money.

It was George.

- Hi.
- Selby.

Um, have you got a hair dryer?

I was mad after Chloe died.

Grief-stricken,
self-destructive.

But was I jealous
and controlling or violent?

No.

And I was not
after Gilda's money.

The truth is she was after mine.

Wanted me to invest
in her wellness center.

Did she mention that one to you?

Okay, she might've mentioned
something about that, um,

while we were, um...

well, while I was showing her
around Barfield last night,

but, uh, only in passing, and
she never asked me for money.

She's a classy lady,
Sir Charles.

Waits till the second date
before hitting on you

for hundreds of
thousands of pounds.

She's the gold digger.

You came here to warn
Agatha off me

when really I should be
warning you off Gilda.

Did you sedate Sybilla
to make it look like

her death by bee stings
was an accident?

Sybilla was my dear friend.
I adored her.

Why would I kill her?

Now, I have to go.
[ Clears throat ]

Reverend Charles is going
to help me with my eulogy

for Sybilla's funeral.

Oh, maybe not right now.

Admirable restraint, Agatha.
Well done.

Maybe later.

[ Mouths "call me" ]

- Hello.
- Hi, Charlie.

Avengers, assemble.

It's time to activate
Operation Scoundrel.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Right.

Find out everything you can
about Gilda Brenson's finances.

And her plans for a fancy
wellness yoga center.

Aah!
Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Where are all the others?

Don't know.

So, show of hands.

Can I just say, before we vote,

I have grave qualms about
Operation Scoundrel.

Agatha's instincts haven't
let us down yet.

And George Selby is a decent
sort who's had a tough time,

and I, for one, am very pleased

that he and Agatha
have found happiness together.

When this is all over,
I've got a great therapist

I'm dragging you to.

Look, there are just
too many questions and rumors

about George Selby
to be ignored.

SARAH: Absolutely.

And if Agatha weren't
so infatuated with him,

she'd see that for herself.

Hands up, those who agree.

Operation Scoundrel is live.

Ooh, I'm going to
get T-shirts made up.

Don't mind me, gentlemen.

More donations.

ARTHUR: How's the eulogy go?

Nearly there, thanks to you.

How's the, uh, sermon?

ARTHUR: Oh, struggling
for inspiration,

but might just find
some via another bite

of Maggie's delicious doughnuts.

[ Typing ]

[ Inhaling ]

Mags, we're going to be late
for the funeral.

I'm just coming!

[ Door slams ]

[ Bell tolling ]

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, I wonder if I could
have a quiet word.

Oh, of course, Sir Charles.

Uh, which quiet word
would you like?

My colleagues and I
were wondering

if you would be interested

in bringing your considerable
inside knowledge

to bear on a little
side investigation.

Oh, yes, please.

I'd love to help Team Agatha
with another case.

It's actually Team Scoundrel,

code name
for our little side project

that you'd be helping,
so perhaps we should leave it.

Oh, no, Agatha, schmagatha.

I'm Team Scoundrel, my friend.

Team Scoundrel till I die.

Excellent.

So, the scoundrel that
we're investigating is, um...

George Selby.

Hmm?

Can you remember any
police inquiries

that might have involved him?

Oh, yeah, loads of them.

No, actually, sorry.

Nothing, nada, not a sausage.

But do let me know
if there's any more help

I can give Team Scoundrel.

Brilliant.

Gilda.

Mrs. Raisin.

Oh, Reverend, I need
to talk to someone

about Dr. Stevens' murder case.

That's exactly what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I have vital information

regarding the death
of Dr. Stevens.

AGATHA: What is it?

I can't tell you here.

It's far too indiscreet.

See me after the funeral.

[ Inhaling ]

You wanted to talk to me,
Agatha Raisin?

Indeed, I do.

Are you talking to me
as a detective

or as the jealous new girlfriend
of my loathsome old boyfriend?

Oh, purely in a professional
capacity, I assure you.

Shame.

You confirmed to Charles
that your little disagreement

with Maggie was to do
with the ingredients

that she used in
the wellness day master class.

Yes, it was.

My jams are made
using natural ingredients.

Maggie insisted on using,
well, chemicals.

I presume you've seen the video
on Carsley Capers of Sybilla

and the doctor arguing.

Oh, hell yes.
I shared it on my socials.

Hmm. Any idea how they knew
each other?

What the argument was about?

Well, I can think of
a million reasons

to argue with the mad doctor,
but Sybilla, I have no idea.

Though it did look like
an argument to kill for.

Of which speaking,

what did you fall out
with the mad doctor about?

I provided an alternative
to her lab-concocted methods.

She didn't appreciate
losing the patients.

I think we should, uh...

Oh.

Shall we, uh...

Mm.

Oh, divine sustenance.

Forgive the gluttony, Lord.

Forgive me twice.

[ Whirring ]

Shove up.

Dear friends, we are gathered
together on this sad day

to mourn the death

and also to celebrate
the life of our beloved Sybilla.

I spoke to the wife
of the other driver

in the car crash
that killed Chloe Selby.

A week before the accident,
her husband, half blind,

82-year-old Joseph Judd,

was passed fit to drive
by his doctor, Marie Stevens.

That's what they must've
been arguing about.

That's what Sybilla's motive was

for wanting Dr. Stevens dead.

That's the connection
we've been looking for.

It's good news.

Yes. Yes, it is.

However, if that's the case,
then there's one other person

who would have the same motive
for killing Dr. Stevens.

And that is...

And now to read the eulogy,
a very dear friend...

George Selby.

GEORGE: Excuse me, ladies.

Thank you.

Mm.

Uh, this is the second time
in 12 months

I've stood here, giving a eulogy
for someone I love deeply.

Of course, Sybilla and Chloe

loved each other
very deeply, as well.

It was the honor and privilege
of my life

to be devoted to them both.

GILDA: Hypocrite!

You weren't devoted to them.

Everyone here is thinking,
"Oh, poor George,"

but the truth is all the time,
you were cheating on Chloe

with Sybilla!

And then you were
cheating on Sybilla with me.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

And then you cheated on Gilda
and Sybilla with me.

I know it's wrong,
but he's so charming and...

and has such soft lips.

I sat there day after day,
week after week, on that couch,

listening to you tell me
how important it was for me

to learn to control my emotions,

and all the time, you were
shagging half the Cotswolds,

including my sister!

Aaaah!
Get down from that pulpit

and you take your beatin'
like a man!

I can explain, Agatha.

You seem to have
an explanation for everything.

So tell me, please, George,
is all this true?

GEORGE: Um...

Depends what you call "all."

Maggie, do your worst.

- Oh, yeah, get down.
- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

MAGGIE: Get down, get down!

Arthur!

Oh, Arthur!

Arthur?

Arthur. Darling.

Arthur.

[ Screams ]

[ All gasping ]

Arthur!

Team Scoundrel, uh,
cover all the exits!

Make sure nobody leaves!

- [ Cellphone chimes ]
- Got a text.

Oh, we've got some good news.

The chief constable tells me
that it was the water

that the judges were using
as a palate cleanser

that got spiked
with a hallucinogenic.

So I am no longer a suspect,

and my suspension
from duty is over.

What the hell is Team Scoundrel?

This may be a good time
to tell you

that I'm engaged to be married.

Come on, then.

This way.

Reverend Charles had a history
of severe asthma.

Now, that looked like he went
into anaphylactic shock to me.

I don't know how he died,
but I think it's something

a lot more complicated
than just asthma.

Clearly all the deaths
are connected.

Okay.

Yeah, it's just my instincts
are a bit off at the moment.

Yeah.

Got to be honest with you.
So are mine.

Is something going on
with you and Toni?

Well, I seem to be getting
everything wrong,

and I don't know
how to make it right.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

Just make her feel special.

Tell her how she makes you feel.

Before it's too late.

Ah, Team Scoundrel, I presume.

We only had your best
interests at heart.

Can I just say I only joined
the team after pressure?

Oh, man up, James, be honest
about your decisions,

least of all
your secret engagement.

- Fair.
- Mm.

Look, you've not been
yourself recently.

You've been distracted.

That may well be the case,
but what I don't like

is all this
cloak-and-dagger business,

all this furtive creeping
around behind my back.

CHARLES: Fair enough.

We shall disband Team Scoundrel
and come back and work for you.

AGATHA: No, thank you.

George may be a scoundrel.

He may even be a murderer.

But from here on in, I think
I feel far more comfortable

investigating with people who
haven't actually deceived me,

like Toni and Harry.

So what do we do now?

Well, if we can't join them,
we beat them.

I don't trust Agatha to bring
George Selby to justice.

I say we continue
our investigation.

Operation Scoundrel rides again.

Apparently, the reverend
ate some jam doughnuts

that were left in the sacristy.

- Hmm.
- Oh.

Revenge is sweet and dusted
in icing sugar.

So, Maggie poisoned
the reverend.

Maggie didn't make these.

- Apparently.
- Apparently.

- Or so she says.
- Mm.

Well, it looks like
he scarfed a lot.

But as last meals go,
I'd be happy with a doughnut.

We need to talk to Maggie.
Harry, could you...

Yep. Copy that.

Are you not happy with my work?

Ooh, Sybilla hated jam.

That's the same jam that I saw
at Sybilla's house

on the day she died.

She told me she did not like jam

and she wouldn't have it
in the house, she said.

So you think Sybilla's death

and the reverend's
are connected.

Yes, yes, I do,
maybe even Dr. Stevens'.

- [ Camera shutter clicks ]
- The question is how.

Agatha.

No, no, no, I don't want
to hear you, George.

It's no longer
any concern of mine

who you slept with
or who you didn't.

What I do want to know is,

did you conspire to kill
Dr. Stevens?

No!
Why would I or we do that?

Because if it wasn't for her,
then Joseph Judd,

the half-blind, ancient driver
of the other car

would not have been responsible
for the death

of someone you loved?

Therapy teaches you
there's no point

in holding on
to vengeful feelings.

You have to move on.

Do you recognize this jam?

- Eh, no.
- Mm.

Well, it was found at the scene
of both Sybilla

and the reverend's death.

Oh, George, if you had anything
to do with either, please,

please tell me now.

No, no, no.
Look, I'm weak.

I've been a fool,
but I promise you,

I am not a murderer.

George Selby.

I'd like you to accompany us
to the station

for questioning
on your involvement

in the possible murder
of the Reverend Arthur Chance.

[ Laughs ]

Well, this is nonsense.

Agatha...

Arthur wasn't murdered by me
or anyone else.

We watched him drop dead
of an asthma attack.

And he was a dear
friend of mine.

Why would I want him dead?

Because he was about to report
you to the police for stealing

£7,000 worth of
charity donations from

the Great Cotswold Jam-Off.

Excuse me?

I did not take that money!

What about the £2,000 that
went missing last year

from the Comfrey Magna
Parish fund?

Okay, I did take
that money, yes.

I repaid every penny.

Did Patricia Chance
tell you this, by any chance?

I'm not telling you
what Patricia Chance told me.

If, indeed,
she told me anything.

Hmm?

I'll let you know when we have a
cause of death for the reverend.

Agatha, please, help me.

Do you really think
I killed the reverend?

Who knows, George?

You know, Charles said to me
that my relationship with you

was clouding my judgment,
and I can't tell you

how annoying it is
when he's proved right!

Ugh!

Shall we?

[ Door opens ]

CHARLES: Ah!

Right.

Operation Scoundrel
first case conference.

Where do we start?

Well, Agatha normally kicks off
by listing the suspects.

So, uh, well,
the scoundrel himself.

Maggie Tubby is still
on the list.

Mm-hmm.

Also the gold digger,
Gilda Brenson.

Oh, hi, guys.
Oh, don't mind the gold digger.

Just heating up
some lentils for lunch.

Carry on.

What?

Gilda is one of the suspects.

[ Loud clattering ]

She's one of Agatha's suspects.

She's not one of mine.

[ Loud clattering ]

She's been very traumatized

by all of these souls departing.

She's not been able to self-care
for her deep self.

- [ Loud clattering ]
- Or something.

So, anyway, she... basically
she's... she's moved in.

Charles, I don't think
Agatha or Bill or even Wilkes,

for that matter,
would let a suspect cook lentils

or, indeed, any edible legume
during a case conference.

- [ Loud clattering ]
- Right.

I'll... I'll have a word.

[ Loud clattering ]

I'm sure the secret
to all of this is the crash.

The question is who to talk to.

Who to talk to?!

Who to talk to, who to talk to.

Can you just sit down
like a normal detective?

- Sybilla's dead.
- Mm-hmm.

George is in custody.

The only other source we have
is CotswoldJamFiend.

Well, I did try to say earlier

I've set up a blog
called Evesham Well Wisher.

I posted a link to it on
Carsley Capers saying

that CotswoldJamFiend
is a total faker

who doesn't know anything
about these murders.

There's currently no takers,
but I'm going to post again.

Right. Well, hmm.

How is this going to help us
find out the identity

of CotswoldJamFiend?

When someone visits the blog,
they leave an IP address

that tracks the location
from where they posted.

We could compile a list
of likely addresses.

Yeah, I know.
I'm already on it.

Right, well, call me
old-fashioned... don't...

but I would like you
to test your legs

and go to the exact location
of where

the Cotswold
thingamy-what's-it lives.

- Which is?
- Maggie Tubby's farm.

Are we sure that
it's Maggie Tubby?

Well, we're not entirely sure,
but we have to start somewhere,

plus Gilda Brenson told me

that she fell out with
Maggie because...

why I hear you ask... she was
using chemicals in her jam.

I forgot to say
at Sybilla's funeral,

I saw Maggie Tubby put
a test tube in her pocket.

Excuse me?

So maybe this is the same
chemical that was found

in the jam
that killed Reverend Chance!

And possibly all the others.

And maybe she was using
the CotswoldJamFiend persona

in order to avoid suspicion
and implicate others.

You see?
Still got the old magic.

[ Clicks tongue, chuckles ]

Right. Off we go
to Maggie Tubby's farm.

[ Whistles ]

Meanwhile, I talk to
Patricia Chance about George.

[ Howling ]

[ "Western showdown"
music plays ]

Team Scoundrel.

You're going to have
to come back later.

Our investigation started first,
and therefore, takes priority.

But your investigation
hasn't solved the case,

so I think our new investigation
should take priority.

[ Door opens ]

Quick, everybody hide
from the official investigation.

How about we put
our differences aside

and all investigate together?

George used to be the treasurer
for the parish council.

I wonder why he isn't now.

Everybody thinks that Chloe
was a saint

and George cheated on her.

The truth is, Chloe had
a shopping addiction.

They were going
to lose the house.

Arthur found out that George
had taken the money.

But he didn't go
to the police on condition

that George return the money
and resigned as treasurer.

So you told the police just now
that George had taken the money

because you think
he killed your husband?

Oh, Lord, no.

They were dear friends.

Arthur had terrible asthma
and allergies.

I'm sure that's what
it must've been.

What were the chemicals you used

in the master class
at Gilda's wellness day?

I poached my jam
in liquid nitrogen.

It's a party trick!

That hypocrite says she uses
natural ingredients. Yeah.

Well, my ingredients are
just as natural as hers.

What do you know about the
pheromone isopentyl acetate?

Uh, sweet FA,
my handsome young friend.

You had a test tube of
something at Sybilla's funeral.

An identical test tube
was found at the jam-off.

Did you spike the water
that the judges drank?

Did you poison Reverend Chance?

You've got me.

The game's up.

Well, to be fair,
it was a group effort.

Maggie, no!

Oh, relax.

It's vodka.

I do freelance work
for Alveston's.

A test tube is so much better

than a hip flask,
wouldn't you say?

Just one more thing.
Do you recognize this jam?

Oh, aye, of course.

It's Gilda Brenson's.

PATRICIA: The blue label
is her trademark.

The day after poor
Dr. Stevens died, I...

I saw Gilda disposing
of a batch of those jars

in a bin on the high street.

How about jam and toast for us
to take back up to bed?

Gilda, darling.

I'm very happy to go up to bed,

but, uh, just wondered
if we might sleep a little

before continuing
our hugely inventive

love making tomorrow?

[ Chuckles ] Of course.

Ah.

- More jam.
- Mm.

Strong taste.

That's because it's
a natural flavor.

Off to bed we go.

Thanks.

You can have a nice, long sleep.

[ Knocking ]

AGATHA: Where's Charles?

Charles is asleep, passed out
after breakfast in bed.

I don't suppose that breakfast
consisted of jam,

by any chance, did it?

Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

Oh, my God!

You've killed him!

Oh, God, you're annoying,
but I don't want you to die!

[ Gasps ]

Oh. Agatha.

How am I annoying?

Ow!

Agatha? Agatha!

[ Cellphone chimes ]

"Meet me at the community hall"?

Oh.

There was a harmless aphrodisiac
in Charles' jam.

It perks him up.

I do not need perking up!

Tell her, Agatha.

I don't need perking up
in the bed department, do I?

I'm going to pretend you
didn't ask me that.

Recognize this?

Where the hell did you get that?

Did you or did you not spike
the palate cleanser

with a psychedelic drug
causing Dr. Stevens

to jump from the roof?

And me to make
an absolute tit of myself.

And because you'd spiked
your own jams,

you had to get rid
of the evidence in a little bin.

What?
No, I didn't do that!

AGATHA: Oh, really?

Because Patricia Chance
saw you do it.

I didn't poison anyone.

I needed that prize money
for my wellness center.

It isn't easy building up
a business

based on natural,
organic ingredients.

I threw the jars
from the jam-off away

because I cheated by using
an artificial sweetener,

not honey like I told Sybilla.

I knew if I got caught,
my dreams of a wellness center

would be over.

Well, I don't believe you.

Because what was the same jam
doing at Sybilla's house

that was in the sacristy the day
that Reverend Chance was killed?

I told you.

I put the blue-labeled jars
in a bin, and I walked away.

[ Scoffs ] Trixie has always
had it in for me.

- Who's Trixie?
- Who's Trixie?

Patricia.
Patricia Chance.

Trixie, as we always
called her at uni.

We were in a throuple together
for a while with a guy,

but then he dumped Trixie

because he wanted
to go exclusive with me.

Oh.

Oh, don't let that
"prim vicar's wife" act

fool you.

Trixie is a real party girl.

Agatha?

[ Clang, thud ]

Sweet dreams.

Of jam.

GEORGE: Where is Agatha?

Who cares about her?

Who would've wanted
to kill Arthur?

But then who would've wanted
to kill Sybilla?

What?

I've just remembered.

[ Chuckles ] I would.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

That Well Wisher at it again.

Excuse me while I go and tell
this little upstart

exactly what I think of them.

Hello?

Patricia!

Oh.

Patricia not in?

We were just coming round
to offer our condolences.

Yeah, always fond of the rev.

Any idea where she could be
if she's not here?

When Chloe was alive,
you could always find her

and Patricia
at the community hall.

Ah, everything seems to
connect to Chloe Selby.

But what connects
Patricia to Chloe?

They were having an affair.

I'm sorry, what?

They were always hooking up
at the community hall.

"Volunteering" they called it.

Blimey! Are there any other
secret village affairs

you haven't mentioned to me?

Oh, I shouldn't gossip,

but it's probably nothing
to do with the case.

It's probably everything
to do with the case!

If Patricia was in love
with Chloe,

then that gives her a motive
for the murder of Dr. Stevens!

Like I said,
Patricia will probably be

at the community hall.

Patricia?

Agatha!

George?

Agatha!

[ Clang, grunts ]

Call me Trixie.

[ Door closes ]

[ Latch opens ]

You were having an affair
with Chloe, weren't you?

You killed Dr. Stevens because
you blamed her

for Chloe's death.

You were having an affair
with Chloe?

It was so much more than that.

I lived for that angel.

So when she died,

I remember after the accident,

I remember hearing that
the old man was only driving

because of that quack Stevens.

I knew then I'd kill her.

AGATHA: So why wait?

Why not just do away
with her there and then?

Revenge is a dish
best served with jam.

I was heartbroken.

If Chloe died the day
of the jam-off,

then so would Stevens.

I spiked the judges'
drinking water with drugs

I'd confiscated
when I was parish angel.

Led Stevens up
to the scaffolding.

One push and job done.

Rather like now.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Ooh. CotswoldJamFiend just
posted on the blog.

"Evesham Well Wisher is
an ignorant coward

who'd run for miles if they
came across a real murder."

Where are you going?

Back to Maggie Tubby's farm.
The IP address is there, no?

No, no, no.
It's Canford Magna.

That's the IP address
of the community hall.

You go ahead.
I'll hold the fort.

Yep.

AGATHA: You're not going to
get away with this, you know.

I don't care.

It's a shame you won't be around
to read my final post,

the one where I confess to all
the murders, including yours.

Say hello to CotswoldJamFiend,
by the way.

[ Machine whirring ]

- Damn it!
- No, no!

- Please, please don't kill me!
- No, no!

[ Whirring stops ]

Why not?

You and Sybilla betrayed Chloe
by having an affair,

then you faked the cause
of her death.

Oh, God.

I loved Chloe,
despite what you think.

Patricia.

But would be the point
in Sybilla's life

being ruined, as well?

She'd been drinking that night.

That's why I told the police
I was driving.

Oh, George!

"Oh, George" indeed.

Was he being noble?

Or just stupid?

- Stupid.
- Noble.

Either way, Sybilla had to die.

You haven't asked me
about Arthur, by the way.

Oh, I don't need to because

I know you laced
his doughnuts with nuts!

PATRICIA: He knew
how much I loved Chloe.

Once he'd found out
that Sybilla's death

was not a tragic accident,
he all but worked out the truth.

Anyway, the game's up now.

But I'm going to take you
two with me.

Bye.

- [ Machine whirring ]
- No!

- Please, please, please.
- No!

Please!

[ Laughing ]

- Please.
- No! No!

[ Laughing ]

Too late, losers!

Your beloved Agatha's
been turned into jam!

Put the fork down.

Where is everybody's
favorite vicar's wife?

Right here.

- [ Clangs ]
- Aah!

[ Whirring stops ]

Uh...

Raisin compote,
I can't bear to look.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Oh!

DENZEL: Got here
in the nick of time.

Case solved.

Maybe when everyone's
finished gawping,

you could extricate me
from this predicament?

At your service.

[ Machine whirring ]

- No, no, no, no, no, no!
- [ Screams ]

[ Whirring stops ]

So, Patricia is safely
behind bars,

and George Selby has confessed
to lying to the police

about the car accident.

Well, I won't be
visiting him in prison.

Glad to hear it.

Sadly, Gilda and I
have broken up.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

What do you think of Harry?

Oh, you know,
he's top of the class.

Ohh.
He's the new boy.

I was just being encouraging.

I love both my children equally.

I know I let you
down that night,

and I keep letting you down.

Always busy and unromantic.

I'm just a no-fun,
country boy detective.

I'm sorry, but to
make it up to you,

I've booked two weeks off work,
and Agatha's given you

the time off, too, and I'm
whisking you off somewhere hot.

No phones, no work,
just me and you.

Aww, look.

Love's young dream.

How are you doing,
love's old dream?

Love's middle-aged dream,
if you don't mind.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry about George.

Oh, don't be.

Just another of my
romantic disasters.

Stupidly, I thought with him
being a therapist, we might

be able to have an emotionally
healthy relationship.

I was very wrong.

But I think I have learned
my lesson.

Until next time.

You know me too well.

I, uh, wanted
to ask you something.

Will you come to my wedding?

Yes.

Yes, of course I will, James.

I'm very happy for you.

Thank you.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Laughs ]

I know how hard
that was for you.

That was very brave, old friend.

- [ Laughs ]
- For the record,

I wouldn't go to the wedding
if you weren't going.

[ Chuckles ] Rubbish.

It's true.

If I didn't have that
PR junket in Miami,

I would love
to have a gander at...

What's the mystery girl's name?

- Aerwyn.
- [ Laughs ] Aerwyn?

- Aerwyn?
- Aer-what?

AGATHA: Well, I think we'd
all like a gander at Arewynd.

- Mm.
- Right.

So, uh, what are we
all wearing, then?

ROY: Mankini?
Wong in a thong?

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