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♪ And so you're back ♪

♪ From outer space ♪

♪ I just walked in to find you here ♪

♪ With that sad look upon your face ♪

♪ I should have changed that stupid lock ♪

♪ I should have made you leave your key ♪

♪ If I'd known for just one second ♪

♪ You'd be back to bother me ♪

♪ Go on, now, go ♪

♪ Walk out the door ♪

♪ Just turn around now ♪

♪ 'Cause you're not welcome anymore ♪

♪ Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? ♪

♪ Do you think I'd crumble? ♪

♪ Do you think I'd lay down and die? ♪

♪ Oh, no, not I ♪

♪ I will survive ♪

♪ Oh, as long as I know how to love... ♪

Aah!

What's going on? What's the holdup?

Okay, stop! Stop!

Thank you.

So, do we have to call you Sarge now?

- Bill's just fine, thank you. - Yeah.

Cheers.

A double celebration, seeing as you and Toni

have been playing tonsil tag.

We have not.

It was... nothing.

How's Agatha?

Fine. Absolutely fine.

Ugh! Oh, come on!

What is your problem... Gridlock?!

We are in the middle of nowhere! Don't tell me.

There's a little hedgehog crossing the road, is there?

God's sake!

Some of us do have lives to lead.

Saw it off.

Out of the car, please, madam.

Out of the car, please.

Now.

Are you and Toni a thing

or... is there some sort of tactical retreat going on?

Hmm?

- You like her, right? - Of course I do.

So what's stopping you?

Well, it's... It's because you lot walked in,

- and I've not seen her since. - Hello.

I don't know how she felt about the...

Charles?

- Who are we hiding from? - Sarah.

She's...

She's helping to organize this... thing.

She's like a woman obsessed.

Jez can't get back soon enough.

Well, he's back this week.

Is he? Oh, at last!

I mean, what kind of man leaves his wife

on her own for so long, hmm?

I mean, all that untapped, repressed energy

has to go somewhere, and at the moment,

it's going towards making me man the...

Tombola?

- You said you'd do it. - Sarah.

Yes, I said I might.

Bill's been promoted!

Oh, that's great news!

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

Yes, we have to call him Sarge now and do everything he says.

Oh, well, in that case, can you tell Charles

that he has to muck in at the fair, please?

Sarah, I would love to help, you know, but, um...

all that turning of the, uh...

Plays havoc with my RSI.

Well, our tombola doesn't have a handle,

so there's nothing to turn.

It's just a large container that you reach into,

feel around the wood shavings, and find a present.

Ah. Well, there you are, you see?

Wood shavings.

I'm allergic.

Roy, is that you?

I know. I look like I've been dug up.

- Are you okay? - SAD.

Oh, you heard, then.

Still, very good of you to jump on the first plane.

No, SAD... S-A-D. Seasonal affective disorder.

It's like ice out there. I had to leave.

It was playing havoc with my skin.

Why? What's up with you lot?

Oh, James and Agatha have split again.

Of course they have. It's a day with a "Y" in it.

No, really. We think it's for good this time.

Nail. Coffin. Hammered.

Mm, yeah.

Always about Agatha, isn't it? Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

When did they start doing three- point turns in country lanes?

Here we are, Mrs. Raisin.

Dangerous driving.

Dangerous what? I wasn't even driving.

You were leaning out of your vehicle,

engine on, hands off the steering wheel,

and, consequently, not in control of your vehicle.

I was merely trying to ascertain what the problem was, Officer.

Which is what you should be doing.

Back in your car, please.

You, back in your box, buster,

or you shall be hearing from my lawyers.

Are you threatening me?

Because if you want to add threatening behavior

towards an officer of the law, please go right ahead.

See you soon, Mrs. Raisin.

Preferably over your dead body.

Oh, get over yourselves.

Oh, I might have known.

Aggie!

Aggie!

Aggie!

Aggie! It's me!

Oh. God.

God. For a minute there, I thought you hadn't seen me.

Driving lessons going well, then, are they?

Ohh. Stop frowning.

You'll make those weird eyebrow folds worse.

Uh, eyes, road, please!

Listen, don't you start giving me tips.

I'm an excellent driver, I shall have you know.

- Is that right? - Yes, that is right.

Could teach you a thing or two, Miss 63-point turn.

Beech is known for being relentless,

and he'll stop at nothing to maximize his results.

Well, I don't care.

You can tell him that he has met his match from me.

Careful, Agatha. He loves taking people to court.

He gets some weird kick out of it.

- Cocktail time! - Did somebody say "cock"?

- Tails. - That's a shame.

Ooh, if it isn't my little jet-lagged sad sack

back from the dead. Catch.

Definitely don't need any more sad.

Absolutely not. James Schmames.

Forget him.

Don't let him be some sort of love terrorist

who takes your heart hostage whenever he wants.

Look, it's gonna suck a lot, then it'll suck a bit,

and then it'll suck a little less,

and then it won't suck at all.

Sounds like quite a lot of sucking, though.

The sisterhood is really powerful.

Mention of the sisterhood is never a good sign.

So get that down your neck and move on.

I'll drink to that.

- And to promotion. - Thank you.

And talking of getting things down your neck...

Right. Spill them beans. What's going on?

No way!

I thought we were going out.

Ye... Yes, we are.

Come on. Like, come on. Let's party.

Oh, the Winter Parva Fair.

There's a hog roast and everything.

Count me out. I can't do a hog roast because I am vegan.

Well, no wonder you're all sad.

I know what you're like when you've not had any meat.

Cheap.

Three, two, one!

Oh, what a shot! Well done!

Well done, dear.

Oh, roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen!

Who's next for Ye Olde Slop-a-Cop?

It's all for charity!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!

Well done, dear.

Oh, roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen!

Who's next for Ye Olde Slop-a-Copper?!

Whatever you do, do not make the first move.

I won't.

I'm playing hard to get.

Pretending like nothing happened.

That's my girl.

Roy, is this all really necessary?

I do feel very weak, Aggie,

and you did insist on me being here tonight.

I mean, it's hardly Fifth Avenue, is it?

Oh! Toni, you should have brought

some of those little cakes you bake.

Uh, no, not a good idea.

Roy?

- Roy, you okay? - Ugh! What is that smell?

Gourmet sausage stand.

Yes. We're vegan now. Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I think I've just spotted something

that looks far more interesting.

That is right up my boulevard.

Uh!

Roll up, roll up!

Roll up, ladies and gentlemen!

Shouldn't you be over there, Bill?

Eh, no rush.

P.C. Tulloch's got it in hand.

Listen, I've been thinking.

I've been thinking strategy.

Okay.

I think you should play hard to get.

Always works.

Whatever you do, don't make the first move.

I think Slop-a-Cop is that way, Toni.

Toni? Toni?!

Oh!

Tycjan, Cezary, spit roast... now.

On it, Mrs. Richards.

And can we speak only English tonight, please?

Of course, Mrs. Richards.

Thank you.

Great turnout for you.

Ah, so far, so good.

Thank you so much for all your help.

Bunchie and I couldn't have done all this without you.

- Don't be silly. - I'd be the first to tell Jez

what a godsend you've been.

I can't wait to see him.

Oh, believe me, nor can I.

Quite right. You're a star, Sarah.

- Hello, Bunchie. - Yeah, you bet.

Oh, hi, there. Welcome. Come on in. Enjoy.

It's all for sale, except the wife.

- Oh. - Sorry.

Bill.

- Mm... mnh-mnh. - Well, come on, everyone!

Photo booth!

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Roy. Roy, look.

I think I've just spotted something

that's gonna make you feel a whole lot better.

Oh, yeah. Check out the hunks!

Wow.

Toni, take me to the meat.

Oh!

Hang on a minute.

That's not a pig.

That's a human torso!

Oh! No!

Madam, I'll let you know as soon as you can go.

I'll look forward to that,

though you did tell me that an hour ago, mm?

Well...

they promise they are gonna let us go very soon.

But think!

Who wanted him roasting, and why is he missing his head?

- Could be a she. - Yes, it could be.

A hairy breastless woman from a circus.

Look, Aggie, I'm really not feeling very well,

and it's been a very long night.

So, we're investigating even though no one's

actually hired us?

That's never stopped me before, has it?

Anyway, it'll take my mind off of other irritating,

pathetically small piddling little things!

Fair enough.

James.

I mean, it's all a bit public, isn't it?

No one was actually gonna cook

and eat a human torso, were they?

I wouldn't be so sure 'round here.

What was that thing you ate at the Summer Ball, Charles?

Ah, lamb's brains with cumin and hummus.

You see, I think it was a statement.

Of warning.

All right, all right.

They can all go home as soon as I say so.

Not one second before. Understand?

Understood, Chief. Sandwich.

Anything from the statements?

"Statements."

Oh, I know you're keen, D.S. Wong,

first case as sergeant and all that,

but I think we need to ascertain the identity of the victim

before we look into his financial situation.

I meant from all the witness statements we've been taking.

Oh, yeah. Very clever.

Oh, you'll be wanting to lead the investigation next.

Oh, I'd love to... if you'll let me.

- Be my guest. - Really?

Yes, but I shall be auditing your progress, D.S. Wong.

Maybe it will stop you fraternizing with the natives

for once, if you know who I mean.

- Of course, sir. - Ooh, ooh!

And it gives me a chance to go al fresco.

In deep, melt in with the crowd, blend in with the fishes.

- You know what I mean? - Not really, no.

Oh, bacon. Lovely.

- Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. - Okay, okay.

So, someone needs to check out that pair of knights.

Ooh!

Quelle surprise.

Charles, can you check out the organizers...

Sarah's friend and her husband with that ridiculous name?

- Bunchie. - Ha.

Yeah, him.

See if maybe the event itself was targeted.

And, Bill, I need you to check with police records.

- See if we can find out... - Actually, Agatha, I can't.

Yeah, yeah. Don't be silly. If we can find...

I can't because Wilkes has asked me to lead the investigation.

- Ha! - Pbht!

Oh, Bill, that's great. Congrats.

Uh, and he's also asked me not to talk to you.

Yeah. Well, he always says that.

Seriously, Bill, I need you to check...

- No. - If you can...

I really think it's better if I don't this time,

and I'd appreciate your support and cooperation in that.

Bill. Mm!

Bill, Bill, Bill.

Pigs will fly before that's going to happen,

and you know as well as I do that you can't solve murders

without me!

Well...

I can try.

Shh, shh.

Can everyone hear that?

That is the sound...

of a gauntlet being thrown down.

Good one.

Are we going mano a mano, Sergeant Wong?

It's not a competition, Agatha. It's a murder investigation.

I'll take that as a yes, then.

Just you give it your best shot, Billy boy.

Oh, gauntlet, please.

She means the glove.

She does.

Right. Come on, then.

Let's step to it, the fruits of glove and...

Yeah. Well, you know what I mean.

- What are you gonna do, boss? - Hmm?

I'll think of something.

Driver!

Just walk.

Oh!

You've definitely perked up.

Those animals look just like pigs.

Can we help?

You need anything?

Sausage.

- Spit roasting. - Oh, yeah.

Um, well, sorry.

Um, it's a bit of an eye-opener.

Um, the body. I mean, the hea...

You know, the man with the pig's head.

Mad, that, isn't it?

Any idea where it might have, uh, come from?

We just follow orders.

We take from the chillers as told.

- Why? - No reason.

It was delivered yesterday by regular company.

Right. Well, um...

I think that covers it.

Roy?

Huh?

Anything you want to ask?

Phone number.

In case you remember anything.

In fact, I'll give you my number if I can find a... a pen.

Oh, yes. There's one there. Get some paper.

Or I can give you mine.

Or you could write it on me.

Yeah.

Oh, maybe not here.

Mrs. Richards won't like that.

You can write it there.

Just write it on his midriff. That's normal.

I'm Tycjan. This is my brother, Cezary.

We are here from Poland.

I'm, um... I'm Toni, and this is Roy.

Really pleased to meet you.

Let me just get you. Let's see.

Help you out with that.

Right. Well, um...

bye, then.

Can I have the pen?

Are you gonna stay or are you gonna come?

I'm literally coming.

I just don't understand why anyone would do such a thing.

Nor do I.

Do you, Bunchie?

No, of course not.

Why would I?

Doesn't make sense.

Sorry. Mr. and Mrs. Richards.

Perhaps we could interview you now.

Yes. I think we're finished.

What about that photo booth outside?

I wonder if... that caught anything.

Could be worth a try.

Oh, God. It's just terrible, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know.

What do you mean?

Um... mm... uh...

Charles, did you just move away from me?

No. No, no. Of course not.

Why would I do that?

Well, I don't know, but you did. Why?

Truth?

Always.

Hemorrhoids.

Hemorrhoids?

Oh, that's disgusting!

Yes. Yes.

Oh!

Bingo.

There you are.

My little beauty.

Oh! Right.

Open up this door now,

please, creeping woman!

What do you want?!

May I suggest that we step inside, out of sight,

seeing as this is not your house on account of the fact

that you broke in 'round the back?

Mm. Right.

Who are you? Hmm?

Hair, nails...

Way too high-maintenance to be a burglar.

Yeah?

What's your game?

What's your name?

- What's your... - Amy.

Well, then, Amy...

Oh, "Amy" as in "tattoo on the dead man's torso

- with a pig's head Amy." - Yeah.

Amy Beech.

Beech?

"Beech" as in "vicious copper from hell Beech"?

Oh!

That's whose body it was?

Yeah. Gary Beech, my ex-husband.

I'm so sorry.

Mm.

Although, on the plus side, it does mean

that I'm off the hook with the fine,

so, you know, silver linings and all that.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

We both know what he was really like.

Where is it?

- It's in my hand. - Oh, right. Well, give it to me,

and I'll stick it in before it goes down.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Oh.

We're just looking for surveillance.

Never heard it called that before.

Ah, there's the photo booth camera.

Grab it before it goes down.

So, why not just tell the police, hmm?

Why hotfoot it down here?

I was scared.

I thought whoever killed Gary would come after me.

- Why? - Hmm?

Why would they come after you?

You're just the ex-wife, after all.

Unless, of course, you were searching for something.

I wasn't.

I just thought I might find some clues as...

as to who did this.

Really?

So, you weren't perhaps searching

for a little something, found that little something,

and popped that little something into your pocket, perchance?

You're good, Mrs. Raisin.

I heard reports, but to see you in action, hmm!

It's impressive.

- You're hired. - What?

I need to know who killed Gary and what he was up to.

He was always pleading poverty,

but recently, he was flashing the cash,

and he has something stashed in a storage unit.

You in or what?

Oh. Very nice.

No way he could afford this on a P.C.'s salary.

He always got aggressive

if I questioned him about money.

Don't move.

Wait.

Okay.

Just monitoring your progress, Sergeant.

Act like I'm not here.

That's easier said.

I thought you were gonna blend in with the fishes.

Yeah. Well, let me worry about the fishes.

Scratchings?

No, thank you.

Long shot, I know, but care to explain, by any chance?

Oh, uh, how I came to discover the identity of the victim,

where he lives, and presumably where he was killed?

- Yes. - No.

But we could charge you... Sorry.

D.S. Wong could charge you with breaking and entering.

Oh, could he, now?

Because I wasn't doing any breaking and entering.

That was Amy over there, she of the tattoo fame.

And anyway, how come you didn't know that Beech

had an ex-wife called Amy?

You worked with him.

Well, Gary didn't exactly socialize.

I didn't even know he had an ex.

Didn't even know he had an ex.

- Oh, dear. - Well, did you?

Carry on, Sergeant.

Right. What was she doing in there?

Ask her.

We will.

But maybe we can at least liaise in the future.

Mano a mano.

What and what?

- Spanish. - Spanish.

Can I go now?

If you're not gonna tell me anything useful,

then I suppose you can.

Um, Mrs. Raisin?

We're gonna put you under 24-hour police surveillance.

- On what grounds? - You're a suspect.

You were heard by several witnesses

wishing the victim ill.

"Over his dead body," you were heard to say,

so we're gonna be watching you.

Capiche?

And that's French. Mm.

Right.

So, where are we on the suspects?

23,483 and counting.

That's the combined population of all the towns Beech policed.

He pretty much nicked everyone.

Oh, right. Okay.

Well, we might need to narrow that down a wee bit.

Right. Let's start with... the ex-wife, Amy.

Clearly had expensive tastes and liked the finer things in life.

She hired us to investigate.

Well, since when did that manner?

What about your hunks from Punkington Hunk?

What did you get from them? Eh? Eh?

Oh, sorry. You did talk to them, didn't you?

Of course we talked to them.

What did they say?

Can't be completely sure.

Charles, what is wrong with them?!

Tell me you at least found out something from Fiona and Munchie

or whatever his name is.

- Hmm? - What?

Oh! Not you as well.

No. Um, I was just thinking about, um...

I was just thinking about Jez.

- You were thinking about Jez. - Yeah.

He's definitely coming back, isn't he?

Jez? Yes! Yes!

Yes, he's on his way back from Burma

or, well, the Ganges or wherever it is he's been.

Charles, what's this got to do with anything?

It just must be really hard for her.

Oh, Charles "Shagger" Fraith, you...

- Not the vicar's wife! - No!

No, not the vicar's wife, Agatha.

I just care for her. That's all.

Do you know what? You're all useless. All of you.

I'm going to see Amy and check out Beech's storage unit.

Oh!

Right. I'm cornered.

Someone else will have to go instead of me.

I didn't agree to you two coming.

You did hire Mrs. Raisin. We work for her.

Please, allow me.

Oh, I'll take that. Thank you very much.

Must be a couple of grand there.

That'll do nicely.

Maybe we can take this.

Hmm? Fine by me.

Is that it?

Don't you want to find out what he was up to?

Oh, that's your job, isn't it?

This is all I'm interested in.

And if you find any more, you let me know.

Ta-ra!

What's in there?

I don't know.

Oh.

Did you know that Poland is the ninth-biggest country in Europe?

Uh, no. No, I didn't.

And I also don't know

how this is going to help us solve a murder either.

You've got to think around a subject, Aggie.

Glance to the side in order to find the center.

Ah, yes. Like where you were glancing

when you were talking to the Polish gentlemen.

You do know the police are outside.

Yes.

Yep.

Okay. Uh, anyway, I need some help.

Fi's rung. There's a cake competition.

Only some of the helpers have pulled out,

so we need extra hands and cakes.

Oh, my God. Poland is home

to Europe's largest land mammal, the bison.

I bloody love bison.

I think you have just found yourself a willing helper

- for Hollies. - Hollies?

Glance to the side.

Yeah, I'll do it.

Oh. Thank you.

Righty-ho. Off we go.

And you can take Toni's cakes with you.

Whoa! No, no, no, no, no.

These aren't, um... These aren't right.

Nonsense. We need you there undercover.

You need to be my eyes. You need to be my ears.

It's perfect, so just take your tush,

take your cakes, and just get over there.

Now, tell me, what did you find in Beech's storage unit?

We found this.

That is full of lots of coded lists... letters, numbers.

Also, there's a wad of cash that Amy grabbed.

That's all she was interested in.

We think maybe she's in financial trouble.

At last, some progress. Right.

You get snooping... and I'll get cracking.

- May I? - No!

Please.

Take every entrant's name, give them a number,

and mark the number on the plate.

Stay on the cake stall at all times.

Wha...

Mine aren't actually part of the competition, though, are they?

No, no, no. They're just for decoration.

And very nice they look, too.

I must say, I'm rather tempted. I haven't eaten all day.

Honestly, they're nothing to write home about.

- Oh. - Sarah.

You're being modest.

Whatever you do, don't eat them.

No chance. Got to stay trim.

And remember, you're just window-shopping today.

- How do you mean? - Uh, hello. You and Bill.

So let me do the talking with the boys.

Speaking of which, where are those hot pieces of...

Tycjan.

Nice to see you.

You're looking very, um... bison-like.

Can I ask you a question?

What is the name of the village you live in?

- Do you mean Carsely? - Or Manhattan?

Carsely, yeah.

So good they named it once.

'Cause we didn't know.

- But I was wond... - Tycjan, I need you out back.

All right.

Now.

Got to go.

They are great cakes, Toni! Oh!

Shit! Sarah!

- Coffee? - Uh-huh.

- Sleepyhead. - Thank you.

They're awfully good.

Would you like a cake? Would you like a cake?

Psst! Psst!

Make sure it's locked. And don't tell anyone the code.

I wasn't planning on it.

We need to keep everyone away from the chillers,

especially you know who.

- Yes. I am aware of that. - All right.

- All right. All right. - All right.

So, what have we got?

Nothing. That's what we've got.

Sarah's handing out my cakes,

and there's something odd going on in the chillers.

Never mind the cakes.

What is going on with the chillers?

I don't know, do I?

If I knew, I'd say, but I don't, so I can't, can I?

All right. Wind your neck in.

Well, seriously. I can't do everything...

Check the chillers and man this daft cake competition.

Mark my words... It's all about to bounce down here.

I've got to go.

Truce?

Look, why don't you come inside, hmm?

We could work on this case together.

Two brains are better than one and all that.

What do you say?

I've got lots of biscuits.

Excellent.

After you.

Mrs. Raisin!

Mrs. Raisin!

Mrs. Raisin?

What's going on?

They're off their cakes is what's going on.

Hash cakes, to be precise.

I got your message. How come we missed all the fun?

I warned you, and nobody listened.

They weren't meant to eat my cakes.

They're not the worst of it. Check Bloxby out there.

Sarah!

You okay?

Yes. I'm absolutely fine.

In fact, you'll never guess.

I have discovered a new color.

It's somewhere in between blue and green.

I will call it... conté.

Can you see it?

Mmf!

Just exactly how much has she had?

A lot.

I, uh... I think I might have overdone it on the hash.

Really?! You don't say?!

Where are the chillers?

- Next door, but there's a code. - Oh!

- Sarah saw it, didn't you? - What?

The numbers Bunchie typed into that keypad.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course I did. Yes.

Well, care to share?

Of course.

There was definitely a 7.

Mm-hmm.

It all goes a bit swirly after that.

Sarah!

Concentrate!

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

- Maybe a 1. - Maybe a 1.

Or was it an umlaut?

No, no.

Sarah.

Hmm?

I want you to imagine that the baby Jesus

is watching you from above.

7-7-1-9.

Get in!

- Shh! - Shh!

Sorry.

You know, it really is a waste of police time

sending officers to help rescue Wilkes.

A word, please.

Sergeant.

You okay?

Cool.

Why would anyone kill Amy?

Had she worked here long?

A few weeks. Needed the extra cash.

Can I ask, why didn't you want anyone going in the chillers?

It's where we keep the champagne and caviar.

And we've had some thefts recently.

Although we think we know who's responsible.

We just can't prove it.

They're definitely into something.

- It's a tragedy. - It's a disaster.

It's a nightmare.

I don't want to compete anymore, so in the spirit of cooperation,

Amy Beech was desperate for money.

She'd cashed in her pension and taken out her savings.

But did you know that she'd whipped all the cash

from her ex-husband's storage box?

She found the key at his house and took the lot.

I think we might have a problem.

Yeah. Not now, Toni.

Anything else in this box?

- Well, there was a... - No. Just the money.

Just the person I was looking for.

One, there were hardly any biscuits.

And two, I'm doubling surveillance on you.

Agatha Raisin. Don't believe we've met.

Constable Tulloch.

Please. Billy.

A fellow Scot from Dumfries. Like you, I gather.

Absolutely. Good man.

So, do you know Maggie?

- Big Maggie or Wee Maggie? - Oh, Wee Maggie.

- Oh, Margaret. - Enough with the repartee.

Crime scene, please.

So, we're cooperating, are we?

- No, we are not cooperating. - Oh.

Right, you know what you're doing with these things.

- I want you to hack into that. - Ooh.

See what you can find out.

Whose is it?

- Amy Beech's. - Ugh!

You took the phone off a dead body. That's rank.

Well, she's not gonna be needing it, is she?

Take it.

- Oh! - See?

That's what I came to tell you.

We need to get her home.

Sarah.

Just...

Now, Sarah, listen to me.

You need to sleep.

We want you as fresh as a daisy for when Jez gets back, hmm?

Missionary position.

Well, here they come.

Mm-hmm! Hello.

- Mm-hmm. What? - Do they know?

That you stole Amy Beech's phone?

No. Of course they don't.

Ugh!

Well, we need to find out her movements,

particularly in the last 24 hours.

Ah! Hi there.

I don't think we've been introduced. Bunchie.

- Uh, ah! - Oh, yeah.

I wonder if... I was wondering if I could ask some P.R. advice.

I gather you used to be a bit of an expert.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Step in.

In fact, stay outside.

We can do our talking as we're walking.

Can you make sure you charge up that phone, sweetheart?

Yep.

Do the police usually follow you around?

Yes.

It's a... protection thing.

You see, I'm really worried about the negative effect

that the murder's gonna have on the rest of the chain.

I mean, we just launched in Stratford.

Well, there's not a lot you can do, really.

You know, ride out the storm, accentuate the positives.

Your name is gonna be in all the papers.

Everyone is gonna have heard of Hollies.

Yes, but for all the wrong reasons.

Well, not if you deal with it in the right way.

Hello?

There is, of course, one other thing that you could do.

- Hmm? - Help me find out who did this.

If you are integral to finding the killer,

then you could turn what is a P.R. nightmare into a P.R. gift.

Well, I'll give you every help I can.

So, let's stay in contact.

- Let's do that. - Okay.

Gary Beech!