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[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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[ Engine revs ]

AGATHA: Left!

I said left at the twirly lines

and then right at the twizzly doodah.

Where's your sat nav?

GEMMA: Well, I've not got one.

Well, I have, but it's on my moby.

Yeah, which hasn't had a signal since I don't know when.

Do you know what this is like?

It's like we're in the middle of the Amazon

instead of the Cotswolds.

Well, you said you wanted solitude.

I wanted a rural retreat

to begin writing my first novel and let the muse descend,

not leave civilization behind and live like Robinson Crusoe.

Well, we can turn back if you like.

[ Scoffs ]

Feh-feh-feh, puh-huh.

Feh. What's that?

-Right, "P.H." -Yeah.

-Public House. -Is it?

It's a pub, innit, Agatha?

It's...

-Oh, it's that way. -...that way.

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[ Engine revs ]

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-GEMMA: Pub! -AGATHA: Pub!

[ Music continues ]

Excuse me, I wonder if you could help us --

[ All talking at once ]

MAN: Let me get that one for you.

[ Man laughs ]

Yes, we're looking for Oberon Cottage.

-ROSIE: Old Mary Cutler's place? -Mm-hmm.

Hang a right at Puck's Lane.

At the end, you can't miss it.

Now, can I get you ladies anything first?

No, no, no.

Uh, well don't let us keep you from your, eh --

you know, your work.

-Ohh! -ROSIE: Whoa.

Sorry. Sorry.

I nearly tripped over your funny little housey thing.

[ Knocks on house ]

-What is it? -A Fairy House.

AGATHA: A Fairy what?

-Oh! -That's right.

Local legend has it they live 'round here.

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AGATHA: Fairies. What was she like?

GEMMA: Stunning, I thought.

Her perfume smelled amazing.

Those blokes obviously thought so, too, didn't they?

Completely ignored us.

It's a shame 'cause I quiet liked

the, uh, moody-looking one.

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AMY: Mrs. Raisin.

Amy Redfern.

Welcome to Oberon Cottage.

I lit the fire for you.

The cottage dates back to the 17th century.

Oh, really?

Aww.

[ Bags clatter ]

[ Coughs ]

Is that when it was last cleaned?

[ Coughs ]

This explains how everything works,

inventory, et cetera.

The cottage used to belong to

an elderly lady who passed away, Mary Cutler.

Oh, death by dust, was it?

AGATHA: Oh, yes, we heard about her

briefly in the pub.

Landlady seemed popular.

I suspect my husband was in there.

Scraggy beard, gamekeeper clothes?

That woman has the morals of a tomcat.

And here's the garden.

[ Cat yowls ]

Right, I'll leave you to it.

You've got my number.

Hey, Gem.

-Why don't you stay? -Oh no chance. No.

Kyra's with her dad

I'm on a promise with Brendan the Butcher, I am.

Well, slaughterman to be precise.

He works at the abattoir, anyway.

Good with his hands, apparently.

[ Bike bell rings ]

Come on. It'll be fun.

Nah. I got to go and tidy myself up.

-All right, bye then. -All right, then, see you.

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[ Wind howling ]

[ Bird calling ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

GEMMA: [ Clears throat ]

CHARLES: Girls night in, is it?

GEMMA: Oh, um, yeah, I'm just feeding the cats, I am,

while Aggie's away.

She's gone Fryfam to get away from the hustle and bustle.

[ Music continues ]

Popcorn and box sets for the cats?

GEMMA: Yeah. Yeah they love it.

Um, that's, it's Kitty Corn.

And, uh, well, a bit of noise

stops them from getting lonely

"Breaking Bad"?

Yeah, they're big fans.

-Afternoon, Sarah. -Hello.

CHARLES: What's wrong with Mrs. B?

Oh yeah, um, it's 'cause of James.

He sent her a postcard saying he was coming back soon.

Right, well, I better be getting on,

um, getting in, and getting on with it.

All right then.

See ya.

All right, I'm here, lovelies,

with the box set you asked for.

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[ Groans ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

Oh, stop winking.

Flirt!

[ Dinging ]

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[ Music stops ]

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[ Fluttering ]

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[ Indistinct laughter ]

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[ Whooshing ]

[ Indistinct laughter ]

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-[ Crashes ] -Aah!

[ Electricity crackling ]

NIGEL: Oh, I suppose a brace of partridge and a pheasant

isn't bad for an amateur.

TOLLY: I'm just trying to make you feel good.

Oh, Nige doesn't need any help feeling good about himself,

-do you darling? -[ Laughs ]

Well, how could I, darling, with you by my side?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Door closes ]

Eh...

Good.

NIGEL: Come and sit down here, darling, go on.

There we are.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Large gin and tonic, please,

and don't hold back on the measures.

ROSIE: Coming up.

They not got homes to go to?

Sometimes I wonder.

Agatha, right?

Rosie.

You okay?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ahh.

Getting better by the second.

So you know all this Fairies faff.

I saw some little dancing lights at the bottom of my garden.

It's just fireflies, right?

Because fairies don't exist, do they?

There not real are they?

Well, not that I'm bothered if you all think that they do

'cause -- [Exhales sharply]

You ever thought about publicizing it?

It would be "The Fairies of Fryfam."

It would -- I tell you, there would be bus loads,

coach -- coach loads of people,

just, trust me.

I worked in PR, so...

[ Exhales sharply ]

In fact, if anybody --

contact details.

Just, any-- anyone?

ROSIE: Is that what you do now?

No. No.

Oh, no, no, no.

I packed up and moved to Carsely.

Writing my first novel, actually.

It's a bit of a murder mystery.

Yeah, in Carsely,

I am something of a detective, you know.

TOLLY: Sorry to interrupt.

Rosie, darling, be a sweetheart

and get me another large single malt, please.

Anyone else?

Nigel?

Lizzie?

LUCY: Psst.

Psst, hello, you?

Detective lady.

I have to be quick.

AGATHA: Yeah, well.

Use the other cubicle then.

You're a detective right?

Yes, I have been known to solve the odd mystery.

Although not usually at this point in time.

It's Tolly.

My husband.

He's having an affair with that hoe behind the bar.

-Rosie? -LUCY: Yes!

Don't be fooled by that act.

She's an evil harpy, and I'll pay you to prove it.

Oh, you see, the point is,

I'm actually supposed to be here --

LUCY: Tomorrow morning. Manor House.

We can talk then.

Mum's the word.

AGATHA: Oh, No, no, no, no, no

I can't.

[ Door closes ]

[ Groans ]

[ Phone clicks ]

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[ Sighs ]

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[ Gun clicks ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Metal balls rattle ]

[ Stretching ]

[ Can clanks ]

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[ Can clanks ]

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[ Phone rings ]

Oh.

Signal. Signal.

Oh.

AGATHA: Hi. Hello.

Hello. Hello.

He--

Oh, hey, how it going?

Gem, can you hear m-- I can't.

I can't hear a thing. Brilliant.

-GEMMA: How what? -AGATHA: Gem?

Ho-- oh, I've got loads to tell you.

Um, yep, yep, yep.

GEMMA: Someone's pooch fouled the pavement,

bit of a to-do actually,

'cause no one picked it up.

-Gem. -GEMMA: Oh.

And there was this sexual assault incident

at the duck pond.

Really?

GEMMA: Some of those male ducks such tinkers,

really rough, they were,

like ganging up on one of the hens.

Gem! Will you shut up and listen?

Okay. You all right?

No, I'm not all right.

This -- this place is weird, the people are creepy,

and somebody is making effigies of me

and sticking nails into me.

Oh, hey, that's nice.

No! It is not nice.

It is not nice at all

Somebody wants rid of me!

[ Indistinct noises ]

Ohh, oh.

Oh.

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[ Exhales heavily ]

[ Birds calling ]

[ Buzzer sounds ]

[ Door whirring ]

[ Children laughing ]

Aah! Ah!

[ Children laughing ]

Oi! Should you not be at school or something?

LUCY: Thank you for coming.

Tolly's here, not to worry.

I think it will be good for you to see the whites of his eyes.

Shall we?

Tolly, love, meet Agatha Raisin.

She's just popped 'round to say hello.

Hello.

[ Groans ]

You were in the pub.

-Yes, I was in the p-- -Yeah. Me too.

Regrettably I stayed a bit late

putting the world to rights.

Shall we?

Oh, and this is Mrs. J., our help and all 'round savior.

-Agatha. -AGATHA: Hello.

Hello, dear.

-Stopping at Oberon, I gather. -Yes, well, I --

Heard all about your detective novels, I have.

News travels.

Faster than the speed of light 'round here.

I love a good detective novel

so you're more than welcome.

Cuppa tea? Oh cup of tea

-would be lovely, Mrs. J. -Builder's?

You look like a Builder's kind of girl to me.

TOLLY: [ Snoring ]

The whites of his eyes? They're red.

What time did you get back last night?

About 11:00.

Tolly stayed for a lock-in, says he was with Nigel.

I think Rosie.

AGATHA: What makes you so sure that it's Rosie?

LUCY: A woman just knows.

Coming home late,

not being where he says he'll be.

[ Sighs ]

She has a hold over men.

All sensual and enticing

with her sultry ways and provocative perfume.

Black Widow.

I bet it's expensive.

Where do you buy it?

-Oh, no, she's a black widow. -Oh.

She makes the perfume herself to ensnare men.

I just need proof.

And when you get it, then what?

I fight for him, win him back.

What else is there?

Ahh, there you are.

Wondered where you'd got to.

Your brew is ready.

LUCY: We'll be in in a moment.

Lucy, how old are you?

22.

Do you not think

you're a bit young for all of this?

I mean, shouldn't you be out hashtagging or raving

or something?

It's not my kind of thing.

You wouldn't understand.

I came from nothing. I don't want to go back.

Will you help me?

TOLLY: Lucy!

Please tell me that dreadful loudmouth woman has gone?

AGATHA: Just about to.

I'd love to.

SARAH: Uh, James. Sarah.

I Got your postcard.

So you might be home soon?

That's great.

Of course, you might change your mind,

you know, adventurer that you are.

I mean, why even come home?

Uh, anyway, let me know.

Okay. Bye.

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[ Sighs ]

[ Music continues ]

AGATHA: Hey!

[ Music continues ]

AGATHA: Are you responsible for this?

No.

Rabbit for you.

I can skin it if you want.

What? No. No.

Why? Just go on. Leave.

Go on, take that thing with you.

Go on.

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[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Printer whirs ]

[ Indistinct laughter ]

[ Printer whirs ]

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[ Twinkling ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Rattling ]

-[ Gasps ] -[ Banging on door ]

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[ Clanks ]

[ Music continues ]

Aah! Aah!

Ohh!

-[ Grunts ] -It's me.

It's Charles.

What are you even doing here?

I was bored.

Oh, so, I'm a cure for boredom now, am I?

Well, I thought I'd pop up for a ride.

Beg your pardon?

On my vintage 250.

There's always excitement wherever you are, Agatha.

And something has clearly got you rattled.

Share.

The village of the damned, that's what.

Usually people get welcomed to the countryside

with cakes and chutneys.

I get this.

Some weird lights and a dead rabbit.

I must say,

I am partial to a bit of rabbit.

Don't.

Do not even go there, Charles.

[ Sighs ]

So what news from Carsely?

None, really.

I just thought you might like a little bit of company,

stuck out here all on your lonesome.

No, no, no, no, no.

No more swagger of the shagger, Charles.

I know we did the jiggy-jiggy thing --

Made love, Agatha.

And we agreed that it was not a good idea.

Terrible idea. Nightmare.

Nightmare? What do you mean nightmare?

Why? Why was it a --

Actually, don't answer that.

The point is we have moved on.

Ships that do that shippy thing in the night.

Absolutely.

So you can go and stay at the pub.

Actually, no, not the pub,

because there's a stunning harpy, mermaid,

Mata-Hari woman there

who's luring men to their ruin.

Sounds good to me.

You can have the spare room here.

Although I do need to talk to her

as part of my investigation.

Investigation?

Excellent.

Should we go on the bike?

What's with all the little people?

I really wish I knew.

This whole place is a bit weirdy-woo.

[ Engine revs ]

Maniac!

-You all right? -Yeah.

GEMMA: Bit early for a snifter innit?

BILL: Sarah's worried about James.

Yeah, I'm worried he's gonna be vile to her

like he was at the wedding.

You know, I'll never forgive him for that.

Well, now obviously, I have forgiven him,

but it was really, really hard.

Well, maybe we can talk to him before she comes back.

Well, I'd hurry up if I were you.

She's having a bit of a wobble.

To be fair, they are sticking pins

in effigies of her.

BILL: Are they?

I've got a couple of days off. Maybe I should go see her.

Maybe you both should.

GEMMA: My round, is it?

I'm so sorry.

[ Engine whirs ]

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[ Door opens ]

MRS, J: All right, love?

Fancy some nice rabbit stew?

BARRY: Yeah, in a minute, mum.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds calling ]

CHARLES: Oh, nothing.

Oh, so that's where the local squirearchy live, is it?

Nice pad.

Why are the gates open?

LUCY: [ Screams ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Breathing shallowly ]

Tolly.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Crying ] He's dead.

[ Slow-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Horse snorts ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Mrs. Raisin. -AGATHA: Yes.

DCI Percy Hand.

DCI?

Off duty in the pub, then, were we?

Indeed.

And you are?

Charlie Fraith.

Sir Charles Fraith, I think you'll find.

Yes, we were heading towards your local,

heard Lucy scream, and ran inside,

and there she was.

-Red-handed. -AGATHA: Lucy?

Yes, well -- What? No, really.

I mean, do you think so?

Did you see anyone else?

How was he, um...?

[ Imitates knife slashing ]

We'll need a full statement.

[ Scoffs ]

He's not going to solve a crossword puzzle,

let alone a murder.

CHARLES: Seems pretty clear the wife did it.

She gets to inherit, I take it.

No, no, no.

Charles, she hired me to investigate.

Why's she gonna kill him?

Don't make any sense.

Unless it was a crime passionelle.

-A cream what? -CHARLES: They row.

She's not thinking about the fact that she hired you.

She can't wait for proof.

She just wants to kill the bastard.

Charles, it's not her.

Cutting a throat is a male killing.

-Is it? -AGATHA: Yes.

CHARLES: How do you know?

Because I read a book, a detective novel.

"Dial M For Macho" --

it is classic of the genre.

That's fiction.

Well, I think you'll find that fiction and reality

have a funny way of crossing over.

Agatha?

Agatha, you can't just swan on in there.

It's a murder scene.

That is exactly why I can swan on in there.

Where was Mrs. J, the help?

She might have seen something.

And why were those kids all skulking around?

Whoo-hoo.

What have we here?

A break-in?

Or a broken flowerpot.

Dozens of them at mine.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

I'll keep dixie.

You do that.

[ Gasps ] Look!

Above the fireplace.

The painting has gone.

Big thing of a horse... So, someone's moved it.

Stolen more like.

A burglary!

Tolly disturbs them and... [Imitates slashing]

Well, better tell the DCI then.

I'm not giving Hand a hand.

Not in any sense of the word.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

FRAMP: They said very nasty, very swollen they were.

Said, "you know what?

He's only 7 years old,

shouldn't be that size, get him down the doctor."

Right, you two, I need you to move that van out there.

-What van? -What do you mean what van?

FRAMP: That van, big white, looks like a van.

That's right! Move!

Move!

What van?

Oh, my God.

I'll tell you what. That dog been here all day?

That been here all day?

If it's come in here and laid any of its mess

around these carpets,

we're absolutely plastered.

Tell you what though,

this whole crime scene...

[ Music continues ]

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[ Music stops ]

[ Phone buzzes ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

HAND: Oi, once the SOCO boys have finished downstairs,

get them up here.

Start in the main bedroom.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Go on.

Yes, sir.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Music stops ]

[ Farts ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Horse hooves clomping ]

GEMMA: You go.

Well, it's only an hour

if Aggie's not navigating.

Why don't we both go?

As friends.

Because we're not friends, are we?

We're more than that.

And I don't mean in a "more than just friends"

kind of a way.

In what way then?

Well, in a "we went on a couple of dates,"

your mother hated me

'cause she thought I wasn't good enough for you,

and then when you and I got down and dirty,

you couldn't light my fire" kind of a way.

Oh, besides, you know, I've got things to do here.

Haven't I, my lovely?

Oh.

See, animals, you can trust.

Well, apart from Harvey over there,

but in general.

Oh, don't you worry, my little duvet.

Time's a great healer.

Apparently.

[ Slow-tempo music plays ]

CHARLES: So who's Fizz?

AGATHA: Code for the woman

that Tolly's having an affair with.

Keep up, Charles.

She's heard the rumor that he's dead,

and she's madly ringing him,

in the hope that he's gonna pick up.

Well, that could be anyone --

a concerned friend, a family member.

Nope. I checked the call history.

No previous calls from Fizz.

Only the 18 this morning.

Yeah, so that's means that he was obviously

deleting her calls on a regular basis.

You don't do that unless you're --

-You know what I mean? -So why don't we ring it then?

Charles, all in good time, all in good time.

First of all, I want to find out

exactly what everyone thinks that they know.

And how do we do that?

Well using a centuries-old technique

for extracting information.

Torture?

Gossip.

Oh, have you heard?

It's terrible, isn't it?

I mean, why would Lucy do such a thing?

Lucy, really?

Do you think?

Totally.

She was never one of us.

-Such a...newcomer. -Mm. Really?

How long do you think it would take

for someone to be, you know, accepted here?

Three, maybe four hundred years.

She never belonged.

And was ever so plain.

Thought she used to be a model.

Not top-flight or anything.

Not even second landing, really.

-Catalog stuff. -AGATHA: Oh.

She did a shoot at the Manor House, though,

-didn't she? -Sanitary towels, darling.

[ Laughter ]

Still you know, in my experience,

you never know with murder.

I mean, it could be anyone, anyone.

I mean, it could be -- I don't know.

It could be your husband, for example.

-AGATHA: I mean, where was he? -Out.

-Is he always 'out'? -Yes.

He's a gamekeeper.

What about Tolly then?

I mean, who didn't like Tolly?

Someone must have not liked him,

'cause I mean he was called "Tolly," for God's sake.

Barry. Mrs. J's son.

He was the gardener at the Manor House,

but he got soft on Lucy.

Tolly sacked him on the spot.

[ Gasps ]

Really?

Did he now?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Murder's clearly good for business.

Or are you always this popular?

Gorgeous perfume, by the way I can smell it from here.

Charlie Fraith.

You a friend of Agatha's?

-Mm...no.

I mean, not in the biblical sense.

Stop flirting and start asking about that stolen painting.

Whatever you do, don't knock into her fairy house,

or there'll be a riot.

Go on, then. Shoo.

Will do.

You might need to pay.

[ Sighs ]

Can I ask you a question about Tolly?

Sorry. Bit busy at the mo.

Unless you want to join me.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Know how to pull a pint, do we?

Listen, Twinkletoes, I grew up in Dumfries.

Of course I know how to pull a pint.

Two pints of Best then.

Fizz?

Top shelf.

No, I mean, do you know anyone of that name?

No.

Where were you when Tolly was killed?

-Here. -AGATHA: Anyone vouch for that?

Because the Manor House is just up the road.

You could have been up there and back again in two minutes.

Is this you being a detective?

Maybe.

So was Tolly part of your little harem?

'Cause I know he was here late last night for a lock-in.

Wrong. He left seconds after Lucy.

Who with?

I serve 'em drinks.

I don't sign them out.

And I don't do gossip.

AGATHA: Really?

Well, Lucy thought that you two were having an affair.

Any other questions or can I get on and serve?

Do you really make your own perfume?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

What you looking at?

Baps.

-I beg your pardon. -NIGEL: Two of them.

Cheese and pickle.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Laughs ]

Your friend's death clearly not affecting your appetite then?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

AGATHA: Hey.

You're supposed to be working.

CHARLES: I am.

Listen.

Painting's a Stubbs.

Famous for his portraits of animals,

horses, especially.

BILL: What's a man got to do to get a drink in this place?

Bill!

Oh, nice jacket.

Thanks.

Is this community service?

Something like that.

[ Bell rings ]

Nigel wants to say a few words.

NIGEL: Ladies and gentlemen,

family and friends, one and all, of Tolly.

Today we are united in shock

at the tragic events at the Manor House.

Tolly was a dear friend.

He was a good man.

and he will be sorely missed.

So, let's raise a glass to one of our own.

-NIGEL: To Tolly. -ALL: To Tolly!

[ Phone ringing ]

Oh, for --

[ Phone ringing ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Hello?

[ Dial tone ]

Fizzy Lizzie.

[ Music continues ]

Okay, so. Fingers here is the Murderer.

-But who is he? -Or she.

CHARLES: No, Bill.

The victim's throat was cut.

That's a male thing.

Fact.

Barry the ex-gardener's got to be in with a shout.

As has Major Speechmaker.

We think his wife was having an affair with victim Anatol.

-What? -Anatol. Tolly.

Really?

Well, could it not be the Major's wife?

Tolly ends the affair, she's devastated.

Bill, we've established

that the murderer can't be a woman.

Paul Redfern.

He hangs about with rabbits and guns.

Plus, I saw him lurking at the estate earlier so...

And Rosie, aww, the pub landlady.

I thought you'd ruled out women.

Yes, we had.

But Charles is really annoying me,

so she's back in.

CHARLES: Huh!

In 2011, a Stubbs painting sold at auction

for £22.4 million.

-BILL: [Exhales sharply] -What?

[ Horn honks ]

[ Horn honks ]

It's getting like Piccadilly Circus around here.

AGATHA: The van.

Someone stole the painting

between me being there first thing

and then us heading to the pub

when the van drove past.

So maybe the painting was inside the van.

So, we need to find out who the van belongs to.

What?

[ Phone rings ]

GEMMA: Ta-da!

I changed my mind.

Well, about bloody time.

What's in the basket?

Ida, everyone.

Everyone, Ida.

[ Duck quacking ]

I couldn't leave you there to that Harvey,

could I, my lovely?

-Lunch? -Shut your face.

Hi-ho.

That's dwarves, Gem.

Oh, there's been a murder?

Are we expecting anybody else?

Only there's somebody in the garden.

Caught!

So, it was you then, was it,

that stuck that doll to my door and tried to scare me

with those funny, flicky little lighty things?

So what is it your cooking up now, hmm?

Buddleia.

Oh! Buddleia is it.

Buddleia.

What for?

They attract butterflies.

I think he's the gardener, Agatha.

Barry.

Lights?

Seen the Fairies then. have we?

The gnomes out front protect 'em and the cottage.

Except the gnomes

are not from the otherworld, are they?

They're from the garden center.

Each to their own, Mrs. Raisin.

Hm, say that when Tolly

sacked you from the Manor House, did you?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

You don't happen to have a white van, do you?

Well, what do you know?

[ Sighs ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

BILL: Okay. Great. Thanks.

Lucy Trumpington-James has been released on bail.

I'll talk to her.

Right, Bill, Charles,

find and stakeout Major Findlay and his wife.

-Gem? -I'll clean.

If we're gonna solve this,

the place needs to be spick and span.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Roy.

Lucy Trumpington-James.

Maiden name not that.

Catalog modeling in the Cotswolds

for sanitary towels.

[ Chickens clucking ]

We could be here hours.

Lunchtime drinking's a killer.

They'll be asleep.

Agatha okay?

Sure.

Why did you come?

I fancied hiding under a tree

in the middle of the countryside.

Any other reason?

No.

[ Door opens, closes ]

There.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Chickens cluck ]

[ Vacuum cleaner whirs ]

[ Humming ]

[ Whirring continues ]

[ Whooshes ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Hello?

They think Tolly disturbed a burglary.

That's why they bailed me.

Have they found the murder weapon?

Don't think so.

When you went out riding,

you didn't happen to see

Paul Redfern, the gamekeeper, did you?

Mrs. J's boy, Barry?

I hear he's got a bit of a crush on you.

Not reciprocated.

Must have been a pretty big job for him, working here.

Quite a blow to him financially, I would have thought.

Do you know how much the painting was worth?

No.

I couldn't care less.

Tolly was all I cared about.

Even if there were three of us in the marriage.

What?

What did you find out?

It wasn't Rosie.

Then who?

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

BILL: What is this place?

CHARLES: That is a love nest.

BILL: Do you think?

Believe me,

I know a love nest when I see one.

[ Music continues ]

[ Crying ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

Tolly.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So Tolly and Lizzie Findlay

had themselves a little love shack

away from prying eyes.

That reminds me.

What are the sleeping arrangements tonight?

[ Door opens ]

HAND: Right, lads,

search the place from top to bottom.

Yes, sir.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Um...Top.

Uh, excuse me?

What are you doing?

Have you got a warrant?

I'm looking for stolen goods and a murder weapon.

Your fingerprints were all over the Manor House.

Mobile phone.

Know anything about that?

No. No.

Odd.

We pinged it to this location.

Oh.

Oh, look, fancy that.

Hey, hey, hey. You can't read that.

"The Posh Guy Had It Coming" by Agatha Raisin.

"Unfeasibly unattractive aristocratic oik

James Trumpington-Tolly...

a burke whose death was a godsend to humanity."

Obviously, it's just the first draft.

HAND: Odd that you wrote this and then it happened,

don't you think?

No.

The other way round.

It happened, and then I wrote it.

Not according to the time printed on the bottom.

Sir.

A knife.

What?

Where did you get --

NS OFFICER: Come upstairs, sir.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

There, sir.

What are you doing in here?

This is what we're doing in here.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Agatha Raisin, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Tolly Trumpington-James.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Birds chirping, horse hooves clomping ]

Hi, guys. It's me.

Uh, I hope everything's going well in Fryfam.

Let me know. Bye.

-[ Engine revs ] -[ Gasps ]

[ Tires screech ]

Oh!

Hello, Sarah.

Good to see you.

God.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Cans clank ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

You smell nice, love.

New perfume?

Must be the shower gel.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Ducks quacking ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Don't mind me.

Sarah.

Oh, yes.

Sorry for not getting back sooner.

Yeah, the reception's mad here.

-What? -[ Line beeping ]

-Is she's still in custod -- -GEMMA: Agatha?

Was that -- oh, yea.

No, she's -- she's fine, I think.

I haven't actually seen her since last night...

on account of she was arrested.

Yeah, but has she been charged yet?

Suspicion of murder.

Yeah, we don't think she did it.

It's hard to be 100 percent.

Oh.

-Sorry. -Sorry.

Looking for fairies, are we, Charles?

Au contraire.

Looking for evidence of a hoax.

No, thank you.

Who said it's a hoax?

CHARLES: It has to be.

We have to be logical.

If it looks like a duck,

quacks like a duck and swims like a duck,

chances are it's a duck.

So, do we have a plan?

First stop, Major Findlay.

See what he knows about his wife's affair.

Any news on Agatha?

They kept her in for questioning.

But she didn't steal the painting

or kill Tolly, right?

So someone's trying to frame her.

Maybe the whole village is in on it,

you know, like in that movie.

But how, who, and why?

Well, that Amy one, she's got a key.

The moody gardener,

he clearly knows his way 'round a bush or two.

Although, I was here all day yesterday

hoovering with my headphones on.

I would have noticed if someone would have come in.

But I didn't.

Oh, except for that gust of air that I felt.

So...

in conclusion, it's either definitely

the police last night,

or someone who might have sneaked in

when I was hoovering.

Maybe.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

JAMES: Ah, it's great to be back.

How is everyone?

More to the point, where is everyone?

Oh, you know Carsely.

Same as ever, same old, same old.

it's actually a bit boring without [Clears throat]

-Agatha. -Agatha?

Yes. Agatha. Raisin.

Bundle of energy, impeccable sense of bad timing,

tends to forget former marriages.

You know the one.

You can talk about her, you know.

She's away, I think.

I can't quite remember where now.

You're a terrible liar.

Well, Agatha's fine.

Let's just leave it there, shall we?

She's in trouble then.

-Okay, what makes you say that? -Because it's Agatha,

and because you are displaying all the usual signs

of trying to cover for her --

not very well, I might add.

Well, I'm sorry, James.

I'm just not gonna tell you any more.

You and Agatha are over, aren't you?

Yes.

So there we have it.

End of. Fini.

You'll just have to take up golf or something.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

CHARLES: This is going to be awkward.

BILL: Think Agatha.

Front it head on.

Tactless, you mean.

Well...

NIGEL: How can we help?

DC Bill Wong, Evesham police.

We'd like to ask you a few questions

about the death of Tolly Trumpington-James.

Oh no. No.

Percy's dealing with that.

BILL: He is.

But some of the suspects come under the Evesham umbrella.

Fire away then.

CHARLES: Well, it's...

It's your wife that we need to speak to, really.

Nothing you can't ask in front of me.

Spit it out, man.

Is it about Lizzie and Tolly's affair?

Oh, what? I'm not stupid.

All those furtive looks out hunting,

the last-minute invitations to girls' nights out,

the ripped underwear in the trash.

BILL: Where were you yesterday morning

when Mr. Trumpington-James was killed?

There's a knocking shop in Stow.

Quid pro quo and all that.

Feel free to check.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

-GEMMA: Hi. -BILL: Hiya.

GEMMA: Hey.

That gnome looks an awful lot like Sarah, doesn't it?

BILL: Sarah, hi.

What are you doing here?

James is back.

Ah.

You didn't tell him where we were, did you?

No. No.

But I had to come. I couldn't trust myself not to.

What do we tell Agatha?

Nothing. We mustn't.

Agreed?

-Yeah, yeah. -Absolutely.

-I agree. -Yes.

Do we know his intentions towards Agatha?

His what?

Have you gone through a time tunnel or something?

I've no idea what he's thinking.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Blows ]

You know I used to believe in fairies when I was little.

I really, really wanted to be Tinkerbell

playing with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.

Oh, I was Tinkerbell.

Except where I was,

it was Peter Lang and the Radlett boys.

[ Indistinct laughter ]

[ Gasps ] Shh. Shh!

Oh, they're here.

Hi-ho.

That's dwarves, Gem.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Oh!

Oi!

[ Boys laughing ]

Oh...

[ Boys laughing ]

CHILD #1: Come on guys.

-Let's go. -CHILD #2: Yeah, let's go.

One crime solved.

Sadly. Yeah.

[ Children laughing ]

-CHILD #1: Come on! Don't stop! -CHILD #2: [ Grunts ]

[ Duck quacks ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Does this mean I am no longer a suspect?

It means we can't charge you yet.

Our pathologist checked the knife wound

that killed Tolly

against the bread knife we took from your kitchen.

They're a perfect match.

But, for you to be letting me go,

presumably this is because

there's none of his blood or my DNA on it.

Meaning you cleaned it well.

Or your pathologist is wrong.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Do you know what I think?

I don't think it's you that killed Tolly.

Oh well, at least we agree on something then.

And I'm prepared to forget all about your activities.

If -- Oh, God I feel there's an "if" coming.

-If... -There it is.

If you just leave us be.

Funny.

Someone wrote that phrase on a note

that was pinned to my door.

Know anything about it?

Is that clear?

[ Sniffs ]

Ah.

You smell familiar.

HAND: Get out.

Nose out, right?

Heard you the first time.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

I knew it.

DCI Hand.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Music continues ]

BILL: I have no idea.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Oh.

[ Cellphone dings ]

It's Agatha.

She's out.

Gone undercover.

Oh, dirty girl.

Wants to know the news our end?

HAND: I will sort that for you, Rose.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Bell rings ]

ROSIE: Time at the bar, ladies and gents.

Time at the bar.

-MAN #1: Cheers, Rosie. -MAN #2: Night, Rosie.

-WOMAN #1: Thank you, Rosie. -WOMAN #2: Night, Rosie.

MAN #3: Good night, Rosie.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Music continues ]

PAUL: I should have said something.

ROSIE: It's okay, Paul.

PAUL: No, it's not.

Her life is ruined.

I should go to the police and take the knife.

Don't you dare.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Sniffles ]

Oh, I better go.

Before Amy suspects.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Oh, God. -CHARLES: Agatha?

Aah!

Shh! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Charles, why are you even here?

Well, I was sleeping.

Well you're supposed to be sleeping

in the spare room at the cottage.

Well, Gemma's in there, and I'm really not her type.

And what? Bill is in my bed?

No, Bill's on the sofa. Sarah's in your bed.

Sarah what?

Why is Sarah here?

I think she just missed us.

And I didn't fancy sharing with Bill on the sofa.

So I checked in.

[ Groans ]

-CHARLES: What's your excuse? -Me?

[ Sighs ]

Well, Hand dropped me off here,

and then I smelled his --

perfume on him --

Not his perfume, Rosie's perfume on him.

So I -- I followed him here.

And, uh, then he left,

and she came up here with Paul Redfern

who started talking about the knife.

You know what?

I think she's key.

She won't tell me anything, she refuses to gossip.

She gives nothing away.

[ Sighs ]

And I'm just so tired.

-Long day? -AGATHA: Horrendous.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

You know what?

I don't think I'm cut out for this.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Oh, I'm being serious, Charles.

I'm not a bad person.

Well, maybe...

I don't know. I might -- maybe just a little bit.

You know what I mean.

I'm just trying to help.

I mean, that's not so bad, is it?

Just -- I'm just not...

[ Sighs ]

Hmm?

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Slow tempo music plays ]

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

That's not the way this day is supposed to end.

CHARLES: You came into my hotel room, Agatha?

By accident, Charles.

[ Sighs ]

Well, let's call it fate.

[ Soft music plays ]

[ Rooster crows ]

Mm.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Rooster crows ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Exhales heavily ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Duck quacks ]

GEMMA: [ Sighs ]

[ Mumbling ]

[ Gasps ]

Ohh...

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Psst!

Hey.

-Morning. -Morning.

[ Sighs ]

AGATHA: Right, come on you lot.

Murders to investigate, bodyguard required.

Over to you then, Bill.

Where are we going?

To talk to a gamekeeper about a knife.

According to an eye-witness,

Paul Redfern was in the pub, late last night

and he knows something about the murder weapon.

Okay. I'll just get my jacket.

So where did you get to, then, last night?

According to an "eyewitness"?

I think that's you, innit?

-No. -GEMMA: Yeah, it is.

But then why would you say that

unless something did happen at the pub last night

that you didn't want to talk about.

Oh, I wonder what that could be.

Oh, I know. You slept with Charles.

It just happened.

Oh, it's all right, I lie about my love life.

I didn't go and see Butcher Boy in the end.

I chickened out.

I just went 'round yours and stuffed my face

full of popcorn and crystal meth.

It's a box set.

So, we're quits now, innit?

Charles all right?

He's a little bit selfish

and he does this funny thing with his --

No, I didn't mean in bed.

Oh, right.

Uh, he's, having breakfast.

Okay, right.

Here we go, then.

Kitchen Items and Cutlery.

Fully Forged Bread Knife.

Quantity...

Two.

Right.

Bill, can you find out who this cottage belongs to?

Of course.

[ Footsteps on stairs ]

-Agatha! -AGATHA: Sarah.

SARAH: Uh...

They told me

that you had been arrested on suspicion of murder.

I just had to come and make sure you were okay.

Oh, right, I see.

So James is back then?

[ Soft music plays ]

[ Gasps ]

-[ Exhales sharply ] -GEMMA: Aggie!

Agatha!

Need some help with the war-paint?

Uh, nope.

It's fine.

I've got it.

Work to do.

How is she?

Yeah she'll be all right. Yeah.

Oh it turns out I know Major and Mrs. Findlay.

-Oh, saucy devil you. -No.

Jez runs marriage counseling courses.

They didn't want to attend in their parish...

so they came to ours.

So I've arranged to meet Lizzie.

Good for you Mrs. B.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Chuckles ]

Owner of Oberon Cottage.

You're kidding me.

Agatha.

Mr. Redfern?

Paul?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

Shotgun blast to the chest.

Another male murder.

Paul Redfern was up at the Manor House

around the time of Tolly wotsit's murder.

Maybe he witnessed something.

Or found something.

Maybe the knife?

Didn't stick to the deal, then?

Well, someone's got to solve these murders, don't they.

Or are you going to try and pin this one on me as well?

I'll do whatever I need to.

Riddle me this then, Percy boy.

According to the inventory at my cottage,

there are two bread knives.

You lot took one.

Where's the other one?

[ Gasps ]

Taken by the same person or persons

that planted the painting of a horse

under my bed.

All very fanciful, Mrs. Raisin,

all very "Godfather."

Is that right?

Well, we shall see.

And of course it's not Agatha's cottage anyway, is it?

It's yours.

Who is Old Mary Cutler, then?

My mother.

So as owner of the Cottage,

you would know how to get in and out

and exactly what was on the inventory,

wouldn't you?

Now, I don't know whether you killed Tolly wotsit

and now Paul Redfern.

But I'm gonna find out whether you like it or not.

Last warning, Raisin.

Don't interfere with police business.

Good luck with that.

I'm so, so sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

May I...

[ Sniffs ]

But if you want to find out who killed your husband,

you better start talking.

And I think I am a better bet than lover boy,

DCI Percy Hand.

What are you talking about?

You're wearing Rosie's perfume, which is odd

considering you think she's got the morals of a tomcat.

A gift from Percy, am I right?

I could smell it on him.

[ Sighs ]

And here was you accusing her.

You don't know her like we do,

sashaying around the village like Dita Von Teese.

So, two wrongs make a right, do they?

Talk to me.

DCI Percy Hand --

How? Why?

He was there for me when Paul wasn't.

[ Slow-tempo music plays ]

I thought he was... with Rosie...

and I weakened.

So did Paul know about your affair?

I didn't think he did until this morning.

I think he smelled the perfume.

[ Music continues ]

SARAH: Sorry, the counseling didn't work out.

Wasn't your fault.

Or Jez's.

I --

I loved it here.

Didn't have to be a Major's dowdy wife.

I could be a...

someone else.

What will you do now?

I gather Nigel's been understanding.

[ Chuckles, sniffs ]

If regular visits to the knocking shop

counts as understanding.

Uh, will you separate?

God, no.

That would be far too much like hard work.

We'll just muddle along in tepid hatred.

SARAH: You don't need to be doing this right now.

Yes, I do.

Lucy rang last night.

Figured out this is where we came,

told me to get everything out before she burned it.

-It must be hard for her, too. -Not really.

All she cares about is getting the painting back

so she can sell it.

I'm sorry. Which painting?

It was going to go there.

So, if Paul Redfern knew about his wife's affair,

then DCI Hand had a reason to silence him.

Exactly, so I need to find out precisely what Rosie knows.

You're sure you want to see her on your own?

Yes. Woman to woman.

You?

We're going to talk to Mrs. J.

-Are we? -Yeah.

Just asked at the Post Office.

She does the cleaning at the cottage.

Good, you can do some digging about Hand.

Will do, don't worry, she'll dish the dirt.

-She hates him. -Really?

-How do you know? -From her cleaning.

She sweeps dust under the carpet,

she does not dispose of rubbish,

she leaves rats to rot.

It's all the things I do when I don't like a client.

Is that what you do at mine?

No, of course not.

Not yet anyway.

Any other little dirty tricks I should know about?

Yeah.

Any cleaner worth their salt

should always carry

a three-in-one disinfectant spray

to ward off any unwanted male friskiness.

[ Door closes ]

[ Soft music plays ]

[ Bottles clink ]

Agatha?

Don't -- don't mind me.

Sorry for interrupting.

[ Door closes ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

-Agatha. -Yeah.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Everything all right? -You know, interesting.

You? How was Lizzie Findlay?

Heartbroken.

She told me something about the painting.

Did you know Lucy had it valued two weeks ago?

No, I did not.

And that changes everything.

GEMMA: Oh, hi, yeah.

We're staying at Oberon Cottage.

Oh, yes.

Oh. Like a read then, do you?

Love a read. [ Laughs ]

Detectives mainly.

Hamish Macbeth's my favorite.

How can I help?

You do the cleaning at the cottage, don't you?

I do, indeed.

Well, it's just that --

Well, thing is, 'cause I clean myself,

and you do all the things at Oberon that I do

when I can't stand the client,

which in this case is DCI Hand.

We just want to know what it is you don't like about him.

Well, it's the fairies, isn't it?

Drives me nuts, it does.

He gets it from his mother.

Old Mary was away with the fairies in every sense

but nice with it.

And Percy was, too, as a lad

until his Dad made him grow up and become a copper.

Can't believe in fairies if you're a copper.

So he does believe in them?

Like the rest of the village.

Fine by me,

but insists we keep quiet about it.

Who's he to tell me what to do?

[ Laughs ]

That's why he wasn't happy

when your Agatha started banging on

about coach parties, advertising it.

Of course.

The irony is that the fairies don't exist.

It's just three local boys with flashing Christmas lights.

Proper gutted when I found out.

No.

That's Hand's kids.

Sent in as decoys by their Dad

to send you away as skeptics.

Yes!

[ Buzzer sounds ]

LUCY: Go away or I'll call the police.

AGATHA: [ Scoffs ]

Now why do that, all of a sudden?

LUCY: They brought my painting back.

You stole it.

Well, I think we both know that that is not true.

So why don't you just open the gates and let me through...

like you did when you let Barry Jackson

drive through with the painting?

[ Gate opens ]

Ah.

Returned to its rightful place then.

That's all you cared about, right?

-Tolly's all I cared about. -AGATHA: Really.

Well, not according to Lizzie Findlay.

You said that you didn't know how much that was worth.

And yet, according to Lizzie Findlay,

you had it valued two weeks ago.

And you believe her?

Her...and a very good friend of mine,

who checked out the modeling career

of a certain Lucy Bagshot,

a wannabe from a council estate in Clacton

who would do absolutely anything to get out of there,

because leaving that world behind

matters more than any man.

Am I right?

I can relate to that.

I didn't kill him.

No. I don't think you did.

But why steal a painting

that you knew you were about to inherit?

This is about two separate crimes,

as you well know.

And you committed one of them.

You stole that, didn't you?

So what if I did?

Tolly was gonna give it away.

I wasn't having that.

So you got good old besotted Barry the gardener to help?

Which he did because he loved you.

Because he loved his job.

He tended his gardens here for years.

He wanted to get back at Tolly full stop.

So you go out riding,

Barry steals the painting as agreed.

But then what?

Tolly catches him in the act?

Barry kills him, and then as he's leaving,

Paul Redfern sees him all covered in blood

or -- or trying to hide the murder weapon or something,

which makes him a target.

Barry swears he didn't see Tolly.

He said he took the painting and left.

[ Scoffs ] And you believe him?

Where does Barry live?

Back with his Mum these days.

Right.

Well, I want a word with him.

And don't warn him,

unless you want Hand to know about the painting.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Bike bell rings ]

-VICAR: Afternoon. -Yeah.

Afternoon, Vicar.

[ Music continues ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Music continues ]

-You all right? -Yeah.

I'm just going to talk to Barry

who lives with his mother, apparently.

Oh, okay.

Only Mrs. J lives back that way.

What?

[ Both breathing heavily ]

How come you ended up in Fryfam?

I'm into all the pagan stuff --

standing stones, herbs, scents.

I feel grounded here.

Don't tell me you believe in fairies too?

Why not?

Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Coleridge did.

Intoxicated and/or deluded, every one of them.

Something of a speciality of yours,

deluded men?

Men are simple.

They just want someone easy on the eye

they can tell their secrets to

knowing that they'll go no further.

What about Paul?

What was his secret?

I told you.

I don't do gossip.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe you should go.

Your friend Agatha'll be looking for you.

She'll be fine.

It'll be you that she wanted to speak to, anyway, not me.

Me? What for?

Probably to accuse you of murder.

Oh, well, in that case...

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

AGATHA: Aah.

Oh, not here already, are we?

I was just getting comfy.

Doesn't look like anyone's in.

No car. No van.

[ Phone rings ]

AGATHA: [ Grunts ]

Hi, Gem.

-You back at the cottage? -GEMMA: Yeah.

I'm just with the gardener fella now.

Wait, what?

Which gardening fella, Barry Jackson?

Yeah, that's the one.

He's got his chopper out.

Gem, I think he is the murderer.

Hey.

[ Whispering ] Sarah, keep it quiet.

Aggie thinks he could be the murderer.

[ Tray clanks ]

You need to get back to the cottage.

-Barry Jackson's there. -Okay.

-What are you going to do?

Well, we need proof that it's him.

So I'm gonna have a poke around here.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Bell ringing ]

Ohh!

[ Metal clanging ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Music continues ]

-What do we do? -Keep him here.

How do we do that?

[ Sighs ]

Pretty sure I can think of a thing or two.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Music continues ]

-[ Phone rings ] -Ah!

[ Sighs ]

[ Phone rings ]

[ Scoffs ]

I don't think so, Sonny Jim.

[ Ringing stops ]

Your arms are so big.

They're just, like, as big as, like, a bush or something.

-A bush? -[ Laughs ]

BILL: You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

-BILL: Gemma. -Hey.

-Uh, tea? -Yes, please.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Scoffs ]

Hmm.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Phone dings ]

[ Scoffs ]

Not now, James.

[ Sighs ]

Rosie?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Brilliant.

Fairy cake?

GEMMA: Bloody rubbish at flirting, she is.

[ Phone rings ]

Oh.

Hi, Aggie. Where are you?

AGATHA: Never mind that. Just put Bill on.

-BILL: Hi, Agatha. -AGATHA: Bill.

You know your way 'round a gun, don't you?

Tell me what is a little squidgy silver

padded thing for?

-GEMMA: What.

-AGATHA: Hello. Hello Bill.

Bill, can you --

[ Groans ]

-BILL: Hello. -AGATHA: Yes, hello.

Hello, Bill.

Think, please, please.

it's a little bit squidgy, cylindrical.

BILL: Agatha, I can't...

I found it at the scene of Paul Redfern's murder.

BILL: Agatha, I don't know what it is.

[ Groans ] Wait, just --

Wait.

-BILL: Agatha. -[ Camera shutter clicks ]

BILL: Hello.

[ Phone chimes ]

GEMMA: Oh, that?

That's a convertible bail grip cover.

It's a classic hoover appendage.

It's vintage.

Nice bit of kit actually.

Every top cleaner has one.

But, Aggie.

Where are you?

What are those stone things?

Cleaner?

So, Gem--

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-[ Phone beeps ] -[ Grunts ]

-[ Stone cracks ] -Aah! Aah!

[Phone buzzes, line beeps ]

Think she's okay?

Yeah.

Why wouldn't she be?

[ Stone cracks ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Get my number from the card in the pub then, yeah?

Pretend to be "Rosie" to lure me here.

Male murders and a catapult climax.

Very...literary.

I try my best.

[ Stone cracks ]

How did you realize that I thought it was Barry?

Heard the end of your conversation with Lucy

at the Manor House.

I came in the back way.

All this for him?

[ Stone cracks ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Groans, exhales sharply ]

I'll take that as a yes.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Because Tolly sacked him?

Tolly did worse than that.

He always looked down on Barry

ever since he was a kid.

When he realized that the boy

from the wrong side of the tracks

was in love with his Lucy?

Couldn't have that could he?

Sacked him, ridiculed him.

Humiliated.

No one does that to my boy.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Clanging ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

GEMMA: Yeah, about time and all.

Where have you been?

Telling the police everything that Rosie told me,

mainly about Paul Redfern having seeing the killer

with the murder weapon.

Where's Agatha?

GEMMA: She's at one of them stoney things.

Could you be a little bit more explicit?

You know, where they do sacrifices and that.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Stone cracks ]

Does Barry know what you've done?

No.

He knows Paul was trying to find me.

That's all.

Bless him.

You ever known heartbreak?

Oh, I could write a book on it.

MRS J: I've known it twice.

Once when my husband died,

once when I saw how crushed Barry was.

I think that was worse.

Paul saw you chucking the murder weapon?

So what was he trying to blackmail you?

MRS J.: "Saint" Paul?

No.

Too nice for his own good, that one.

He figured what I'd done and...

understood why.

Well, if he was trying to protect you,

why kill him?

[ Voice breaking ] He said he'd already told someone

about the weapon.

Rosie.

But not who he'd seen with it.

He'd have told her in the end.

Everyone tells her everything.

I couldn't risk that.

Well, now your gonna have to kill me then,

aren't you?

There is that.

If you...

Aah!

Mum!

[ Gasps ]

-Mum, what have you done? -[ Groans ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

MRS J: [ Crying ]

[ Radio chatter ]

[ Music continues ]

-Charming. -Charming indeed.

About earlier.

It wasn't what it seemed.

It was exactly what it seemed.

A tad disappointing, if I may say.

A little a bit like something else I could mention.

Excuse me?

I slept with Rosie for the benefit of the investigation.

Well, hark at you.

Humping her for information, were we?

You said you that she knew everyone's secrets

but wouldn't reveal them.

So, I set out to get underneath her skin.

Not all you got underneath.

I took one for the team.

This is becoming a little bit of a habit, isn't it.

I mean, we all have our areas of expertise, I guess,

although...

You know, a little bit of gratitude wouldn't go amiss.

Charles, you can sleep with whoever you want to sleep with.

I really don't give a stuff.

-Huh. -But so soon?

I mean, a matter of hours after you'd slept with me,

without so much as a good morning!

Thin ice, Agatha Raisin.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, I wasn't the one who cried out "Oh, James"

in the middle of making love.

Did I?

CHARLES: You did.

Oh.

You know, this sleeping together thing

that we keep doing,

I think it's a mistake.

I mean I like you, Charles,

and I know that you're fond of me.

But I don't want to be anyone's comfy cardigan

that they just throw on

whenever they need a bit of comfort.

-Cardigan's a bit harsh. -AGATHA: Stop it.

You knew James was coming back, didn't you?

Yes.

But I felt that after Cyprus,

we had unfinished business.

I wanted to figure that out before --

No.

James and I do whatever it is that James and I do.

So, this unfinished business,

it is finished, right?

A line drawn?

Yes.

Good.

Well, I think that, for us,

this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

[ Soft music plays ]

[ Motorcycle engine starts ]

[ Motorcycle engine revs ]

[ Car engine starts, revs ]

[ Slow-tempo music plays ]

Yours, I think.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, don't worry.

I don't care what you believe.

Each to their own, eh?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Duck quacks ]

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[ Engine starts ]

[ Motorcycle engine revs ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Wings fluttering ]

[ Indistinct laughter ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]