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The spring rises in my aunt´s garden...

In her garden.

And she has the legal right

to sell the rights to that spring water...

It´s all about the rights.

ANGELA: ...to whichever company she chooses!

JULIA: But, Angela, she does not have the right

to grant access to the water company´s tankers.

-That´s right! -You´re wrong!

She´s not wrong. She´s right!

JULIA: Angela, they´ve already started moving in

as if they own the place.

Earlier I was almost run over by one of their trucks!

You can´t block my aunt´s commercial rights.

It seems to me --

if I can interject here...

Get on with it!

As a parish council, we are still split

on whether to grant access through the village

to the water company´s tankers.

Oh, and once again we´re being chaired by Robert Struthers

from the Institute for Stating the Bleeding Obvious.

We are only split, Robert, because you haven´t voted yet.

And you´ve got the casting vote here.

Indeed I do.

So, what decision have you come to?

I will consider overnight...

...and I will inform you all in the morning.

Are you the gentleman that called 999?

-Yes.

I got up early to walk the dog. I found him lying here.

Well, who is he?

He´s Robert Struthers, the chairman of the parish council.

His head´s been smashed in.

AGATHA: Roy, my darling! I´m just off to the pub.

How are you?

We´ve had a call, Aggie, from your neck of the woods.

A firm called Ancombe Water need some local P.R.

to deal with a bit of negative publicity.

So?

Well, we´re a bit, um, snowed under at the moment,

and I thought you might like a little freelance job.

No.

It´ll just be a week, well paid,

and I´ll get lots of brownie points for bringing you in.

No, Roy.

The only points I´m interested in tonight are at the pub quiz.

James has asked me personally to be on his team.

Will you at least think about the P.R. job?

I already have. The answer is no.

Evesham Police are investigating

the suspicious death of Robert Struthers.

-In a macabre twist... -Sorry I´m late.

Shh!

Here it is.

...on the day he was due to rule on whether to grant access

to the Ancombe Water Company to bottle the water.

-Shh!

-Shh yourself. -...childhood friend Ron Allen.

It was a total shock.

I´ve had personal relations with the corpse

for the past 60 years.

He´s gonna regret that phrase when he hears it back.

FERGUSON: This is Sean Ferguson...

Sounds like murder to me.

Large glass of pinot grigio, please.

You should get your detective hat on, Agatha.

There´s been bad blood between Ron Allen

and Robert Struthers for years.

They hated each other.

Oh, I´ve had quite enough of getting involved with murders,

thank you very much.

What time does the quiz start?

-Any minute now. -Good.

Fancy another, Gene?

So the parish council would have broken up at about 9:30.

And what time was the body was discovered?

-JAMES: 6:30 in the morning. -MARY: Oh.

Are you quizzing tonight as well, Mary?

Oh, um, I´m sorry, Agatha,

but I´m afraid you´re gonna have to be on a team on your own.

James has press-ganged me

into doing some detecting about the murder.

Oh, you don´t mind, do you?

Struthers was an acquaintance of sorts.

Seems only right that I should

try and get to the bottom of this.

I think he just wants a secretary, actually.

How do you know it was murder?

How do you know he didn´t just fall over

and bang his head on a large rock?

Well that´s what we´re gonna try and find out.

Good luck with the quiz.

Listen up, everybody.

Round one is

"microwaved meals you can buy in the village shop."

Which brand of lasagna contains only 5% meat

and can be found in the left

Roy. About that job in Ancombe.

I forgot you were always late for pitch meetings.

Rule number one -- Always make the client think

you´re far too important for them.

It´s how Sun Tzu said you should command armies

in "The Art of War."

Or you could just try being on time and being nice to people.

Hello.

Agatha Raisin and Roy Silver here to see Guy Freemont.

Oh, right. This way.

Sorry for the mess.

We only got possession of these offices yesterday.

That´s a natty little jacket, Mrs. Raisin.

My grandmother´s got one of those.

Mr. Freemont is in here.

[ Hammers pounding, tools whirring ]

Why aren´t the police saying?

Well, of course murder affects us.

I´m trying to launch a health product.

Guy.

Agatha Raisin and Roy Silver. P.R.

Okay. Thanks, Portia.

Look, um, I´ve got to go. I´ll speak to you later.

Cheers.

Was Robert Struthers murdered?

Not even my local press contacts can find out.

Get me D.C. Bill Wong.

Well, you have got one big problem Mr. Freemont.

I´ve got more than one.

With the parish council unable to decide,

there´s going to be a public meeting tonight

on whether to grant access to your truck.

Yeah, I know.

So I have arranged for us to speak at this meeting.

If you don´t win this vote, nothing else matters.

ROY: Hi, Bill. Bear with.

Aggie.

One sec.

Was it murder at Ancombe?

Well, we´re not releasing that information yet, Agatha.

Oh, just tell me, Bill.

BILL: Yes.

Forensics can prove that he was killed elsewhere

and his body dumped by the spring.

-But --

And if you do win the vote,

you have then got to cope with marketing a product

from a spring with a murdered body in it.

This is a disaster.

AGATHA: No, this is an opportunity, Guy.

We need to capitalize

on the media attention around this murder

and launch as quickly as possible.

Well, we´ve, um --

We´ve had an idea of how to launch, haven´t we, Portia?

We´re going to have a party on a boat in the Thames.

Ha ha.

Well, that´s a terrible idea. Was it yours?

We need to emphasize wholesomeness,

everything that is desirable about the Cotswolds.

And we need to have a perfect village fete in Ancombe itself.

You won´t get London journalists up for that.

We will if I get the Rosy Girls to play a gig at the fete.

You can get the Rosy Girls?

Two of them are from the Cotswolds.

They´ve got a very wholesome image.

Perfect for you.

AGATHA: We need to move quickly.

We need to launch while Ancombe is still in the news.

And we need to have a huge celebrity party

just to get all the locals on side.

-GUY: Great. -Barry...

When do we start?

7:30. Tonight.

At the village meeting.

I shall see you there.

Wow.

Thank you, everyone.

Robert...

We will miss you.

Now, please...

Hello, everyone.

I moved here from London --

Why don´t you go back there?!

Why don´t you leave her alone, you shrew?

JULIA: I moved here from London last year

to get away from choking traffic

and, um, flight paths.

The point is, heavy-goods vehicles

aggravate asthma, emphysema, and cancer.

Now, I appeal to you, democratically,

to vote against these vehicles

and for the Cotswolds way of life.

Bravo. Well said, girl.

-Come on, love. -You must say something.

Robina Toynbee.

Julia, the thing is, it´s not a democracy, love.

It just isn´t.

The water is mine to sell.

ANDY: Course it is.

Agatha Raisin, Ancombe Water Company.

RON: Ah.

Thank you.

I´ve got a question for everyone.

Would it make a difference

if the water was taken from the well

by 7:00 every morning?

Why would that make a difference?

So as not to disturb village life.

So that from 7:00 every morning,

the spring and the roads are there for everyone.

Because that´s what Guy Freemont´s offering.

Guy.

Thanks.

Guy Freemont also aims to launch Ancombe Water

at a village fete

showcasing all that is good and healthy

about this beautiful place --

your crafts, your -- your farm foods.

A fete that will attract the attention

of the entire country

and bring money flooding into your pocket.

And also featuring...

...a performance by the Rosy Girls.

Oh! We like them, don´t we?

AGATHA: So come along, everyone.

Let us vote to put this petty bickering behind us

and shine a light on all that is good.

So all those in favor

of granting access to the water company?

Let´s have a show of hands.

-Aye! -Aye!

-Aye! -Aye!

I´ll let you have that.

What are you doing here, Mrs. Raisin?

Working for the water company, Mr. Wilkes.

Mm-hmm. As long as that´s all it is.

And what are they doing here?

Asking nosy questions about the murder.

-No one.

He´s got this new strategy that he saw on an episode of "Morse."

He´s not declaring it´s murder,

and he´s keeping the forensic evidence quiet,

hoping to catch the killer out.

What forensic evidence?

Well, we think someone ran a vacuum cleaner

over Robert Struthers after he died.

-Yeah.

He was spotless apart from...

...a white Persian cat hair.

GUY: Can I please steal you?

AGATHA: Thank you.

You were amazing, Agatha. You were fantastic.

You were fantastic.

I cannot tell you how many months

I´ve been trying to get a decision out of them,

and you walked up there, looking gorgeous...

-Yeah, you looked gorgeous.

And you got it through. You´re awesome.

Sorry.

Oh, that´s okay. Uh...

No one minded.

One more?

Here, what if we solved this murder?

Together, you and me.

The publicity it would get would be astronomical for the firm.

And free.

No, Agatha, this murder´s really shaken me up.

If there wasn´t so much of my brother´s money invested,

I´d walk away.

I´m beginning to wish I´d never got involved in the first place.

Your brother?

Yeah, I´ve got three older brothers out in Hong Kong.

They run this firm of traders out there.

Really successful.

They´re funding the water company for me.

So, as my heartless P.R., I appreciate what you´re saying,

but let´s leave it to the police.

Oh, okay.

Um...

Do you, um...

I´m just gonna say it.

Would you like to come in for a drink?

Yes.

But I´m not going to.

´Cause I´ll probably want to come in a little bit to much.

Okay.

Bye.

[ Up-tempo electronic music playing ]

-MAN: Here on the savanna,

it´s eat or die.

She has to eat to provide for her children.

What?

We need to investigate this murder, Gem.

Oh.

That´s Mrs. Jakes, that is -- my great-great-great --

No, hang on.

My great-great-great-great- great-great ancestor,

who first channeled the spring through the wall

for the benefit of the village poor.

-Six.

Now, of course, every family in the village is poor.

Unless you come from London.

That´s why Angela and Andy

wanted to find a buyer for the water.

-Oh, yes.

And I don´t even like them both very much.

Now, I hear there was an argument at the parish council

the night Robert died.

There was always a ding-dong at the council.

Robert could never make a decision.

Did you know which way he was gonna vote?

Uh, Robert was gonna vote for us, wasn´t he, love?

He had told you as much after the meeting.

Why are you asking, Mrs. Raisin?

Just trying to work out if there was any truth to the rumor

that Ron and Robert hated each other.

Is there any truth in the rumor around the village this morning

that Robert was murdered?

Yeah, that´s what we heard, yeah.

Listen, we don´t for a second think that Ron murdered him,

but he´d hated him ever since they were kids.

They both fell in love with the same girl.

-Who married Robert. -Because he had more money.

Does Ron have a Persian cat?

You´re the second person

who´s asked about Persian cats this morning.

Who´s the other one?

-Oh, that Mary Fortune.

What´s that?

That is a visual impression of an individual

we believe played a pivotal role

in the murder of Robert Struthers.

Murder?

Yes.

Are you sure?

-I´ll have to sit down.

Careful now. Just try and breathe slowly.

I just can´t believe it.

Do you know this individual?

No.

Ron, can you tell us of your movements

after the parish council broke up?

Well, I came back here, went to bed.

Got up at 6:00 in the morning to walk the dog.

Like I always do.

Is that it?

Yes.

Izzy´s the reason I moved out here.

Why?

She had chronic asthma when we were in London.

Oh, ´cause of the traffic?

She´s certainly not as bad out here.

So is that why you spoke up against the trucks?

These businesses don´t care who they walk over.

They just want to make money.

My husband and I live apart during the week,

all so that Izzy can grow up in the fresh air.

And now we´re going to have to move.

Again.

AGATHA: How do you think Robert Struthers

would have voted if he hadn´t died?

He told me straight after the meeting

that he was going to vote against the trucks.

-Five minutes.

I had to be back by 10:00 for the babysitter.

You see this Snapchat?

One of these groups must be lying.

Robert wouldn´t have told both he was going to vote with them.

Yes, I thought of that yesterday, actually.

And the Buckleys´ is the only alibi that´s solid because --

It´s rock solid, yes,

because they had to get back and lock up the pub.

J-Just what I was going to say.

Why don´t we ask those girls

who the babysitters are in the village?

Then we can find out --

We can confirm if Julia got back at 10:00 like she said she did.

Gosh, I am good at this.

Come on, Watson.

Why am I Watson? Why can´t I be Holmes?

So we´ve got 37 journalists and TV crews --

all confirmed -- 32 of them from entertainment.

For the Rosy Girls?

Yes, but they will be performing in front of the company´s logo,

so the product will get plenty of attention.

I´ve also sent complimentary supplies to top London hotels

and local pubs within 50 miles.

I think your gonna get international coverage as well,

so when you expand into those markets,

you´re already going to be way ahead of the game.

Are you even listening to me?

No.

I was thinking about our kiss.

[ Mail door creaks, envelope thuds ]

Oh!

MARY: What are you doing?

Uh, put-- putting the bin bag out.

I´ve got some fresh coffee on. Come on.

Did you see Guy Freemont stayed the night?

Did he?

Oh, just imagine the pillow talk between those two.

"God, I was good!"

"Yeah? So was I!"

"Ancombe Water -- as fresh and natural as the Rosy Girls.

Bottled the same day as it is sourced

from a spring deep beneath the Cotswold Hills."

Are you gonna put in a science bit?

Yes, I am going to put in a science bit.

"Full of minerals..."

-Oh!

-Yay! !

What do you mean, "What?"

What? Gem, I´m working.

The whole village is talking about

how Mr. Handsome stayed over last night.

How does the whole village know?

Oh, ´cause I think they stayed up all night

to see what time he left.

Uh, Mrs. Josephs says congrats.

Um, Reverend Bloxby said,

"Oh, maybe she´ll relax a bit now.

Nothing like a bit of sex to set you right."

Is there no privacy anymore?

Yeah, but don´t worry about that.

I mean, he´s gorgeous isn´t he?

I know. He is. He´s gorgeous.

No, no. He´s gorgeous.

I know! He´s absolutely gorgeous!

I´m still here, you know?

AGATHA: Okay, now, everybody listening?

1:00, we´ll get the journos out of the pub,

and we´ll lead with your speech in the marquee, okay, Guy?

Yeah, okay.

And then outside into the sun,

where the Rosy Girls will perform two songs.

Through the stalls of local wares...

Where Ancombe Water will feature prominently.

And accompanied by a jolly band of Morris dancers

who will parade to the wellspring

where Mrs. Toynbee will give a short speech

on the history of the spring.

That won´t go on, will it?

I´ve told her if it´s more than two minutes,

I shall turn off her microphone.

ANGELA: Mr. Freemont, can we have a word?

Would you like to come and see how we´ve decked out our pub?

Do I have to?

Yes. And nicely.

Local relations matter now.

Portia, you come with me.

Aggie, you know the pub is in a huge amount of debt?

The brewery were going to foreclose

on the Buckleys this week,

but they´ve given them some extra time

to see if business picks up with the water deal going through.

-Roy, I should be with Guy. -Aggie...

I can´t think about murder at the moment, Roy.

I -- I just want this to go well.

You know who had the most to lose

from Robert voting against access?

Yes. Uh, the Buckleys.

Guy Freemont.

Who I reckon could be a bit dodgy.

Don´t you think jealousy clouds the judgment of a detective?

Why... Why would I be jealous?

Huh.

Here´s our number-one suspect.

Mrs. Owen.

Mrs. Owen.

Mrs. Owen.

Mrs. Owen, stop, stop! Stop.

Why have you lied about your alibi

on the night of Robert Struthers´ death?

I haven´t.

Don´t you lie to me, girl.

Your babysitter -- um, Gail Brewer --

said you got home four hours later than you told the police.

What does it matter to you?

What are you accusing me of?

Well...

What gives you the right to come to my house

and accuse me of, what, murder?

-Yeah.

-Come on, Mary.

I´ll be giving this evidence to the police,

and they´ll want to know where you were.

Thank you for supper.

My pleasure.

I can´t cook anything English,

but having grown up in Hong Kong,

I´m your go-to man for Chinese.

AGATHA:

Thought about you all day.

You haven´t.

You´ve thought about the launch and whether it´s gonna go well.

Well, yeah. The launch.

And then you.

And then the launch.

And then you.

And now I know nothing´s gonna go wrong with the launch,

it´s all you.

Come to bed.

Leave it. Come to bed.

Aggie, open the door!

Disaster.

AGATHA:

When did this story break?

Late last night.

I did try calling you, but you weren´t picking up.

Have they pulled out of the launch?

-Of course they´ve pulled out. -Of course they´ve pulled out.

As have all of our London and entertainment journalists.

How many are coming?

Oh, uh, one, two, three, four -- none!

Can we get another act?

[ "Greensleeves" playing on keyboard ]

Aha!

Ah!

Thank you!

Thank you, local Cotswold talent.

Uh, and now Guy Freemont.

Thank you. Thanks.

Um, Ancombe Water is a new company

built on solid foundations.

AGATHA: Hopeless!

Pick it up. Oh, for goodness´ sake.

Pick it up at your end.

I´m g-- I´m gonna keep this short.

No, Guy, Guy.

-Just do -- do it all. -It´s all right.

I´d like to say we are very proud

to be the official sellers of water from the Ancombe spring.

Thank you.

No! Why is this happening?!

No!

It´s just a shower.

-No, it´s not! -No, it´s not.

Aggie, I think it´s stopping.

Is it?

Right, come on, everybody.

Time for the parade to the spring!

Morris men, get jolly.

-MAN: Come on, lads.

Mrs. Raisin, you need to call off the parade.

Why?

A group of hunt saboteurs are planning to block the street.

Hunt saboteurs?

BILL: Well, that´s what they usually do,

but they´re a rent-a-mob for anyone

who wants to stop commercialization

of the countryside.

No, what they are, Mrs. Raisin,

is a vicious bunch of ne´er-do-wells.

So in the interest of public safety --

No!

No amount of unwashed scumbags

is gonna stop the climax of this launch.

I have promised Robina that I will be there at the well

to hear her speech, so...

Come on, everyone!

Get up. And have some more water!

AGATHA: Ancombe Water is bottled within 14 hours

of being drawn from the earth itself.

SABOTEURS: No! No! No! No!

AGATHA: Fact three --

SABOTEURS: No! No! No!

Why have the Morris men stopped prancing?

No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

AGATHA: Get out of the way!

This is a legitimate product launch!

You´re not getting through to the spring, lady.

We´re here to protest

against commercialization of the countryside.

Oh, grow up. Go home and have a wash.

Just get out of the way.

You´re not coming through, love.

-Get your hands off her. -Yeah, come on. Stop that.

Stop jostling Agatha.

-Oh!

Aah!

WILKES: That´s enough!

Everyone calm down.

-Look...

Whoa! No! Stop it now!

-ROY: Aggie! -Oh!

Aggie!

Right! Police business now!

This is the police! Calm down!

Stop! Stop!

Journalists this way! Ignore that!

Come on this way, journalists! This way!

Right! That´s it!

As I was saying, the rights to the water

have been held in the family of Robina Toynbee

for the last four centuries.

Aggie.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

How many of these did she receive?

We found three.

She must have been incredibly brave

to have wanted to go through with her speech.

Were all four parish councilors at your launch this afternoon?

Yes, you saw them. They were there from 1:00.

And none of them left?

No, I banned them from leaving until I was finished.

Agatha, this seems to be a copy of the speech

Mrs. Toynbee was gonna make at the well.

It was found on her desk.

Can I have a look at that first, please, Constable?

It says she´s talking to her solicitor

about withdrawing the water rights.

Is she?

Because she was scared by the hate mail?

Yes.

But more importantly, who knew that she´d changed her mind?

There´s no doubt now Robert was murdered.

ANGELA: I can´t believe Auntie´s dead.

I feel like we caused all this, Andy.

Why don´t you spare us the crocodile tears, Angela?

-Mary, now is not the time.

I think your aunt was about to change her mind

about selling the water, wasn´t she?

And you killed her

because you´re about to lose the pub

and you´re desperate for money.

I don´t care about the money now.

This is terrible what´s happened!

Who cares if we lose the pub now?!

That´s enough, Mary.

You and Andy murdered those people in cold blood, Angela.

-Now, hang on! -I didn´t!

And you´re about to go to prison for a long, long, long time.

Enough!

Do you not know people, lady?

This isn´t some murder parlor game you´re in the middle of.

This is real.

People here might argue in the parish council,

but we are not murderers.

That´s enough, Ron.

You take your stupid notebook and get out of here!

Both of you! And don´t come back.

You all right?

I feel as if I took my eye off the ball.

If I had investigated the first murder properly

instead of getting distracted by the launch...

...Robina might still be alive.

It´s not your fault, darling.

But I´m good at investigating, Guy.

Or better than I am at P.R. now, anyway.

The launch wasn´t your fault either.

Will I see you tonight?

Yes, please.

Oh, dear.

What have you hurt?

Only my pride.

I´m never gonna live down being beaten up by a Morris dancer.

Oh, I´m glad you find it funny.

Why were you lot here?

Your charge sheet is all about

preventing cruelty to animals --

foxes, lab rats.

Why demonstrate against a water company?

We were paid to spoil the launch, weren´t we?

Who by?

Mrs. Owen.

Mrs. Owen.

Mrs. Owen, may we have a word?

It-- It´s past Isobel´s bedtime.

I really must be getting inside.

Mrs. Owen, the hunt saboteurs told us that you´d paid them

to disrupt the launch.

Is that true?

I didn´t want it to be easy for the water company.

I thought if the launch ended in chaos,

no one would want to buy the water.

Is that why you sent Robina those threatening letters?

Uh, we don´t know that for sure.

It´s a hunch.

Yes. I just wanted to scare her.

I´m so sorry.

I´m so sorry she´s died.

Why didn´t you get home before 2:00 a.m.

on the night Robert died?

Good question.

After the meeting, I drove to London.

I´d been suspecting my husband had a girlfriend.

And I was right.

I found them together.

You can ask them.

He´s never going to join me and Isobel in Ancombe.

I don´t think he ever intended to.

Oh.

Come in.

Funny little place.

Well, I´m glad you like it.

Oh, make yourself at home.

Can I talk frankly to you?

I don´t know. Can you?

I want you to stop seeing Guy.

And since when does who I spend the night with

have anything to do with you?

Since you´ve spent the night

with my boyfriend of the last two years.

I didn´t know.

We´ve been together since Hong Kong.

Occasionally he strays, often with an older woman

because he has a thing for them.

But if I´m honest, I thought I was quite safe with you.

Maybe his standards are dropping.

Hey. Listen, sister.

I do not go around stealing other people´s men.

He doesn´t behave like he´s with you.

So how would I have known?

And if you have got any respect for your own skinny little ass,

you do not stick with a man who "occasionally strays."

Now, what on earth is a woman like you

doing in a relationship like that?

Because he´s rich.

Don´t go near him again, old lady.

Persian cat.

Portia.

John? James Lacey.

Listen, a bit of a strange one.

When you were in Hong Kong,

did you have any dealings with the Freemont brothers?

Oh, good.

Um, it was actually the youngest that one I´m interested in.

Did you

What?

This is Guy were talking about?

Good evening.

Portia was here half an hour ago.

Ah.

Guess you won´t be wanting these, then.

We´ll talk about it later.

She marched in here, she sat down on my sofa,

and look what she left.

Is she going gray or something?

Well, that´s a cat hair.

Does Portia have a Persian cat?

Portia? No.

Well, she must have.

No, she does--

Yeah, hang on.

A month or so ago, she looked after a cat

for an old college friend.

Big white thing.

It molted all over the apartment.

So Robert Struthers must have been in her flat

the night that he died.

Why would Portia kill him?

Well, maybe she knew that Robert Struthers

was gonna vote against the trucks.

And because she loves you. She wants you to succeed.

Maybe she knew that Robina had been scared

into changing her mind about selling the rights.

Well, we should call the police.

Yes, we should.

If you knew she´d had a Persian cat in her flat,

why didn´t you tell the -- Aah!

One word, and I will kill you.

Struthers came to Bristol that night

because he wanted to explain his decision to me like a gentleman.

We met in Portia´s flat. She wasn´t there.

When he told me he was gonna vote against,

I struck him.

And then I had to dispose of him.

-Aah! -Shh, shh, shh.

And then that old cow called me last night,

and she said she´d changed her mind

and was gonna try and withdraw the rights.

So I had to dispose of her too.

-Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

And now I have to dispose of you.

-Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Shh, shh.

Mr. Freemont?

Hi, lads. I´m in a bit of a rush, I´m afraid.

Can I just ask you a few questions

about why you left Hong Kong?

Sure. Another time?

No. How about now?

I spoke to a friend this afternoon

who said that there was a rumor that a woman you were seeing

was found dead in your apartment.

Yes. Yeah, there was a terrible burglary.

What´s the name of your friend?

He said the story was that there wasn´t a burglary

but that your brothers bribed the police to look the other way

so that they could get you out of the country

before you could be charged.

What did you say the name of your friend was?

Oh!

Agatha?

Thank you.

I missed everything.

It all happened right under my nose, and...

I was just so flattered by his attention.

Hey. It was not your fault.

And you´re all right. That´s all that matters.

If it´s any consolation,

you´re a much better detective than Mary.

She´s accused almost everyone in Ancombe by now.

Are you happy with her?

Sometimes I am.

Maybe...

Just see how it goes.

-Give it some time. -Mm.

You gonna be all right tonight?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Uh, Gemma´s coming ´round with Kyra.

I don´t really want to be alone.

Who does, Agatha?