All language subtitles for Agatha.Raisin.S04E07

So it was you that Olivia Jones saw skulking

around her perimeter?

What were you doing?

I heard Eirwen was getting married.

I just couldn't stay away.

I wanted to see her.

I needed to tell her that I was still in love with her.

I never got over her.

Then this morning, someone in the village

said that she was dead.

I was coming to ask Rhys if it was true.

Is it true?

Yes, I am afraid it is.

But what I don't understand is that if you

regret calling off the engagement, why did you?

I'd just gone solo as a fund manager,

and the timing wasn't right.

Did Eirwen mention anything about her becoming part

of the family business?

Yeah, there was some mention about that.

What?

I don't know, she just...

she just blew hot and cold, you know, like she wasn't

really that in to me.

I can't explain it really.

Ma Cherie, I've found a fantastic piece of land

for an Events Center on the Loire.

Chateaux everywhere, so beautiful.

Jane?

What?

Oh.

I know, I know, and I'd love that.

So we stick with the plan, yes? Yeah, yeah.

I'm just not sure that I can leave Olivia right now.

I can't put my finger on it.

Did you notice anything odd with Eirwen?

Only that she was young and in love.

And always writing in that flipping diary.

I don't suppose you've seen it anywhere, have you?

Do you know what I think?

I think it's about time that you put yourself first for once.

Right, Sheila, now's our chance.

I'm sorry, my darling.

I've got to get on.

Monty, hi.

I've brought the Reverend Bloxby,

just wanted to check you're both okay

and thought perhaps you might need to talk.

Can we come in?

Um, maybe we should go for a walk!

Yes!

Be good to get you out of the house.

No, thank you.

Not really in the mood.

Of course...

That's okay, just a thought.

What is it? Cramp!

I had a late night.

I think I need to rehydrate.

Well, let me get you some water.

Where from?

Ancombe Spring Water, perhaps?

I'm not sure.

I think there might be some in the living room.

That's great.

Super.

Most kind.

Ag, it's me.

I've got nothing, nada.

Although...

I've got to go.

Agatha, it's Jane.

Meet me at the Go Nuts site in 10 minutes.

Jane?

Hello!

Jane, where are you?

Well, come on then, answer the phone.

So, Jane Walters asked me to meet her at the Go Nuts site.

Why?

Because she'd found the diary?

She definitely had it with her.

And maybe someone could have got to her first.

Well, I've asked Bill to check her phone.

Right, suspects, who have we got?

Number one, Fiery Karim Khan.

Oh! He's run more restaurants than I've had hot dinners.

All across the county, he starts them up,

and then he moves on to the next one.

Right, well we need to find out where he was

when Jane Walters was killed.

Suspect number two, Paul Abbasi.

Seemed like a decent enough chap

when I eventually pinned him down,

quite literally.

Clearly not over Eirwen, and we know he was in the area

before she was killed and at the time of her death.

But why would he kill her?

Did the gun give us anything?

No. It had been cleaned.

Clearly a pattern. Someone is one step ahead of us.

Who else have we got?

Hmm, Sylvan Duboiss.

Dubois! Sylvan Dubois!

C'est Francais!

Yeah, that's what I said.

French. He's staying at the Manor,

spotted canoodling with Jane Walters one minute,

Olivia Jones the next.

Maybe Sylvan Duboiss was tired of Jane,

he wanted a bit of excitement with Olivia.

That's what happens, isn't it?

I mean, it's a tricky business, love.

Maybe it's a love triangle.

Oh, that never ends well.

But why would Sylvan...

kill Eirwen?

I mean, it just doesn't make any sense to me.

Well, we know he's Monty Jones' business partner

but he's had his financial difficulties, too, in the past.

Could it be Synod Syndrome?

What?

Didn't you say that Eirwen was possibly

going to receive a share of the company?

I did. Then she'd have a voice.

And what if it was a voice that Sylvan didn't want to hear?

It happens all the time at synods.

Does a synod always end in murder?

Not usually, no.

Mais oui! Bien sur!

Je pense un petite tete-a-tete avec mon cherie is needed.

Rhys?

He left the canal before I did,

so maybe he had gone to the hut to meet Jane.

Plus, we know that he has a motive for murder,

what with the old money thing, root of all evil and all that.

Yeah, but the thing is, didn't you say

Rhys was with a woman last night.

He just can't remember who.

I did.

If he was, who was she?

Who, indeed?

You see, us women possess a superior,

some might say, psychic intuition,

a sort of gut instinct for what people are feeling

and thinking based on an uncanny ability

to read people's facial expressions and body language.

I would say that the woman that Rhys spent the night with

is in this room.

Isn't that right, Sheila?

Hmm, a slight shift of the body and avoidance of eye contact.

Plus, the last time I saw this unusual shade of lipstick

was smeared across Rhys' torso shouting arse!

Feel free to stop me at any point.

Sheila! With Rhys?

Don't sound so surprised.

Little Miss Know-It-All isn't the only cougar around here

to bag a younger man.

Suck it up!

You all went home early and left me.

Rhys and I got talking, had a few drinks,

got a little bit out of control, one thing led to another.

Oh, spare us the details!

All we want to know is can we rule him out or not?

Did you have your wicked way with him or vice versa,

and then did he go and kill Eirwen?

Oh, to be honest, I don't remember either.

So he could have. Yes.

Oh, James! James!

They finally let me out.

So Toni and I are gonna go and tackle Monsieur Lothario.

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure you want to be here, James?

No, not really, but I have to do this. I need answers.

I've had plenty of time to rack my brains.

Something doesn't add up.

I need to speak to Monty about Eirwen,

why his daughter felt the need to keep so many secrets from me.

Well, I'll try to find out where Monty and Olivia

were when Jane Walters was killed.

And Eirwen for that matter? Seriously?

What?

Everyone is a suspect until I can prove otherwise.

You can't really believe that Monty would

kill his own daughter or Olivia for that matter.

Oh, abso-bloody-lutely.

You really don't want to get on the wrong side

of a woman mid hot flush.

I imagine.

Oh, crikey.

Agatha, I need to know everything.

What were her exes like?

What were her ex...

Uh, well how would you, I'd say they were probably just, uh...

maybe a little bit, well maybe a decade of so...

older than her.

Sorry. It's fine, Agatha.

I get it.

She had a penchant for the older man.

What else?

Well, uh, Karim-very-shouty-man-Khan knew

that Eirwen was about to inherit shares in the family business,

but he ditched her anyway.

And then there was Paul Abbasi.

He also knew but chose to walk away,

even though he claimed that he still loved her.

I mean, does that make any sense to you?

No, none at all.

So, I mean, one ex was a restaurant entrepreneur,

the other one was a wannabe fund manager,

so I would think that there must be some sort of

connection to money?

Not with me.

An ex-army gent who writes history books.

As successful as they are right now,

I'm hardly Le Carre, am I?

I think that's sort of the point, James.

Which means what exactly?

It means that she really did love you.

Hello.

You're looking thoughtful, or guilty,

maybe just a bit puffed out, I can't quite tell.

I was just thinking about Jane and how she'll never see Nantes.

Oh.

Well, you didn't seem to be thinking about her yesterday

when you were getting up close and personal with Olivia.

I saw you and Olivia embracing.

That was business!

Do you always embrace people you do business with?

On completion, often.

In France it is only polite if one is a gentilhomme.

Ah, well, you'll be a gentilhomme

with a humdinger of a black eye

if you don't start telling the truth.

Now tell me why would you need to do business with Olivia?

Olivia is the major shareholder in the company, of course.

Here.

Drink this.

Jane used to make this for me. Would you like a cup?

Don't be forcing our guests to drink that muck.

I can get you a coffee if you prefer.

I'm fine.

I don't do caffeine after 11:00 a.m.

Eirwen was a very complex creature.

Beautiful, complex.

Wouldn't you agree, Olivia?

I separated from Eirwen's mother at the worst possible time...

when Eirwen was going through adolescence.

She stayed with her mother who was, well,

promiscuous would be the polite word.

And Eirwen was affected by that?

Confused I would imagine.

Her mother wasn't the greatest role model.

Men were coming and going the whole time,

and as Eirwen grew up, she seemed to swing between

a sort of chaste romantic energy and...

Older men.

Sorry to butt in, but could I just ask.

Sylvan said that you are a major shareholder

in the events company.

Is that right?

It is. Why?

Oh, well, I just got the impression

that it was more your husband's venture, that's all.

Not at all.

Olivia's the real power behind the Go Nuts throne.

She built up the company, not me.

Although, I've not been top of my game lately.

I started feeling rubbish and going proper bonkers

a few months ago.

I have tried the lot to stop it, but it just gets worse.

Nothing stops this intense heat and the anxiety that invades

like an imposter in the middle of the night,

constantly feeling like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon!

Anyway, I have been neglecting my duties of late

and Sylvan and Monty's business plans, amongst other things.

Things like Eirwen being given a share in the company,

that sort of thing?

Yes.

Oh, it's a sore point, I'm afraid.

Monty wanted to, but I wasn't sure

because I didn't think it was fair on Rhys.

Which I totally understand.

Right, so Khan's a bit of a hothead.

Mm-hmm.

Best let me do all the talking.

Okay.

Ah, Brendan.

You've got a cheek.

As I see have you.

Braised ox cheek in a red wine jus.

Hmm, how very appetizing.

Sadly, we're full.

Really?

Well, I won't keep you long.

Unfortunately, there's been another death,

so I was wondering about your movements yesterday afternoon.

I was here. I'm always here.

Now if you don't mind.

He's such a lovely young man.

Who? The sous chef, Brendan.

Oh? He comes to choir practice

every other Thursday.

I bet he does. Wonderfully flexible bass.

Really?

Charles!

Well, we're still none the wiser about Karim Khan's movements.

He says he was here.

He wasn't, though.

I asked Brendan, and he said he was out all afternoon.

So where was he?

And what is he covering?

Is that the other one?

Two ex-fianc�es hooking up?

That's a bit off, isn't it?

And who's he on the phone to?

As I'm on a roll, I'll go and find out.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Piece of cake.

Did you hear what he said?

Every word. Which was?

Oh, uh, something about meeting at the barge at 5:00 p.m.

The barge?

You mean Rhys' barge, right?

Or do you mean The Barge Inn?

Or is Rhys the next target?

Or was he the voice on the end of the phone?

It was definitely a male voice.

Right, okay, well, whatever, we need to get there,

we need to get close to the action.

How are we gonna do that?

Maybe we can hire a barge?

How are we gonna rustle up a barge?

Do the police have a barge? A Sarge barge?

No, Agatha, we don't.

If push comes to shove, we could take Lady Lena.

We could do what to Lady who?

Lady Lena, Charles' barge.

She's moored on the same stretch of canal.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Well, you kept this little beauty quiet,

didn't you, Charles?

Yes, I don't really use it much.

Not really my mode of transport, you know.

What on earth made you buy a pleasure boat?

I didn't.

It came with the canal.

Shh. He'll hear.

No, it's okay, I've got a visual on him.

It'll take more than the pop of a cork to distract him.

What time is it?

4:40.

Here we go.

A-ha! Champers.

Thank you.

Ladies. Oh, lovely!

Oh, Bill, what have we got?

Well, I've been trying to dig about a bit,

see if there's any other reason Karim Khan

might have called off his engagement.

Nothing yet, although the restaurant was shut at the time

he and Eirwen were together apparently.

Oh, I wonder why.

I might have something.

I've dug up an old article from when they lived in Wales.

So, the Jones' business or more accurately the Davies' business.

Olivia Davies as was before she married Monty.

Is indeed the majority shareholder.

It says here... mm...

her dad worked his way up from nothing to provide a better

future for his children.

All nine of them.

He started with a Steam Railway near a place

with a really long name in Anglesey.

Oh. I know. It's...

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn drobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

Anyway, Olivia expanded it when she met Monty,

who used to run Outward Bound Courses,

whatever that is, and then they bought land and moved here.

This salty dippy thing is lush. What is it?

That, Toni, is Royal Caspian Beluga Caviar,

one of the rarest in the world.

Really? It's nice!

I reckon you've just chowed down about two grands worth.

At least! What?

I've just eaten more than two month's rent?

Yes! Expensive taste this one, Bill.

I'd make a run for it while you still can.

Rhys is on the move!

Right! Quick! Go! Go! Go!

Go? Go where?

Follow the barge.

Oh, Captain, my Captain, move it!

Well, no one said anything about sailing it.

You don't sail a barge, Charles. It has an engine.

Yes, I know, I know.

It's just that I usually have Gustav

to do all this sort of thing.

You just turn it on! Marvellous.

Okay, well, hoist the mainsail, raise the anchor and, uh...

God's speed everybody.

Ah.

Oh.

Well, we'll have to run. Run?

Seriously?

He might be going for ages!

Oh, oh, I appear to be out of champers.

This is no good.

We're on the wrong side.

We need to cross back there.

Mutiny! Cowards!

We're crossing over! We're crossing over!

What?

Lovely day for it.

Bill, shortcut!

Sorry. Oi!

I'm requisitioning!

Why are you...

Oh, Agatha! You've just taken a chunk out of my biscuits.

Really?

Well, I have achieved many things in my life,

but I would say that that, that's right up there.

This way. Agatha, he's getting away!

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone at...

home?

What now?

Well, we need to find Rhys.

We need to get Charles and Sarah to go back to Karim Khan's

and find out what he was meeting with Paul Abbasi about earlier.

What do you want me to do?

Get Sheila, go back to mine, and start digging.

How do we get past, Wilkes?

If he sees me, he'll have me arrested again.

Probably have us all arrested this time.

Where are you, Sergeant Wong?

I need you here.

I'm at the canal at the bit where...

At the bit where...

well, there's a canal, water,

uh, the thingyjig that you step on,

uh, did I say water?

Boats and me and everything.

Sir?

Where did you spring from, DS Wong?

Followed your directions, Sir.

You see, it's all about observation, Detective Sergeant.

Olivia, we were wondering if you might be able

to tell us where Rhys is?

No idea.

Why? What's happened?

I'm afraid there's been another murder.

Your step-daughter's ex, Paul Abbasi.

Well, it would appear that he wasn't quite over her.

He was killed on Rhys' boat.

Oh, my God, is Rhys okay?

Oh, no.

No, you've got it wrong.

Rhys wouldn't hurt a fly.

He may seem like a waster, but he's a good lad.

Well, can you tell us where we might find him?

This time of day, try the pub.

Oh, I'm sensing this whole blended family setup

isn't quite The Waltons.

You could say that.

Rhys said that Eirwen was travelling

when you two met, is that right?

That's right.

She came to live with us after we were married.

Naturally, she's my daughter, Olivia.

Why wouldn't she come and live with us?

She just tipped up out of the blue, Monty.

We'd been estranged, Mrs. Raisin.

She'd gone travelling.

Then one day, she reached out, said she wanted to come home.

And nothing was ever the same again.

Here's hoping.

Well, you're no saint, but you've certainly got a future.

Oh, really, you think so?

What, above and beyond being the one before "the one"?

Helping prep people for their own true love.

Oh, God, sorry, is that how it came across?

Little bit.

Maybe I'm just the one before "the one" for you.

Yeah, or maybe I just don't want to be defined by a relationship.

What do you think Olivia meant when she said,

"Nothing was ever the same again"?

I guess just that the first flush of romance died down

once they were all living under the same roof,

that the dynamic was different with Eirwen there.

My, my, you are one rather laid back

cool customer, aren't you?

Why do I get the impression you don't mean that as a compliment?

Kill someone, then go for a pint.

Not your average day.

Or maybe it is, for you?

Kill someone?

What are you on about now?

Oh, I know your game.

You kill Paul Abbasi on your barge,

then you hotfoot it to the pub,

not so much to celebrate, but to plant an alibi.

Lots of people see you which places you here

for a certain amount of time.

Hmm, then you hotfoot it back to your barge,

you dump the body in the dead of night.

I have no idea what you're on about.

And by the time it's found

and an approximate time of death is established...

You can just say, "It wasn't me, Guv."

"I was in the pub all night!"

Or, I'm just having a beer

as I always do at this time of day,

moor my barge at a spot nearest the pub,

have a couple of cheeky ones, and then head home.

What are you on about Paul for?

And why would he be on my boat?

Are you saying that you didn't phone Paul Abbasi earlier today

and arrange to meet him on the barge?

The last I saw of Paul was you legging it up

the canal yesterday, chasing him.

Yeah.

Oh, he was always such a happy child.

What happened?

The finer things in life have always suited me.

Mummy and Daddy always used to take us away on a barge.

Same time every year.

James loved it.

You know, he'll always be my little brother.

You know, he was never a scrap of bother.

Such a shame he lost the love of his life.

He really deserved a shot of happiness

after all the heartache.

Wait, what are you looking at?

The wedding photos that weren't.

I took a few shots "my-selfie."

Oh, I can hardly bring myself to look at them all,

let alone show James.

He'll be heartbroken.

So was living in the big house all just a bit too much for you?

Get on your nerves, did they?

Is that why you like playing the big captain

on the little wee long boat?

Yeah, you would say that.

It's not how I see it.

Look, I love my Mam to bits.

She's brilliant, but she changed.

Things started going a bit haywire like,

what with Eirwen tipping up.

Did they now?

What sort of things?

Let's just say it's not and has never been a marriage

made in heaven.

Separate bedrooms and all that.

Eirwen arriving on the scene just brought matters to a head.

That's why I am well out of it.

Such a shame.

Such a waste of a church.

Hey!

When are you two going to tie the knot?

Or don't young people do that these days?

Not really, no.

We've traced a text message

Jane Walters sent before she called Agatha.

Changing the subject, I see.

Typical man.

Where is Agatha?

Uh, she went to look for Rhys, so maybe the Jones' House?

Then she's in danger.

And that's who she texted, right?

Thank you, Bill. Yes, I'm fine.

And, yes, James is here with me.

Listen, we're just going to go and have a quick word, okay?

Trust me, Bill.

Okay, goodbye.

Good news I take it. You could say that.

Coo-eee?

Anyone at home?

Hello.

Sorry, we were just leaving.

We're meeting Monty to try out a new paintball gun.

Well, the paintball guns will have to wait,

I'm afraid, because we need to have a quick word.

Really? Now?

Can't it wait?

Yes, now!

And no, it can't.

It's important, Olivia.

It's also private, so if you would like to tootle off

and play with your guns.

Olivia?

It's fine. I'll catch up with you.

Don't make any decisions till I get there.

I want final approval.

Oh, you, uh, might want to lay off

that fermented stuff you seem to be guzzling.

No, it's a godsend this.

Really? What is it?

Kombucha tea with sage.

It's one of Jane's recipes. She always had a pot on the go.

Now, sweet Monty makes it for me.

Ah, I see.

Well, about the moods, the swings, the moments

of sudden irrational behavior.

Did the red mist sometimes descend upon you

regarding Eirwen?

I mean, think about it,

here's this daughter that you barely knew.

Suddenly, she's here.

Everyone treats her like a princess.

She is the center of attention, the center of Monty's universe,

and he wants her to be a partner in your company,

the company that your family built up.

Now everyone, including me,

dislikes or disapproves of your son,

and yet everyone seems to be gushing over Eirwen.

Ooh, that must have been truly galling?

It could be wearing, yes.

Might even make you feel jealous?

Envious?

Murderous even?

Yes, to all those things.

I freely admit that I am not overly in control of my emotions

at the moment, but I didn't kill her.

And Jane? Oh, now hang on a minute.

I would never lay a finger on Jane.

Well, Jane called me

just moments after she sent a text to a phone

that was registered to you.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Why is it on your phone?

Well, Sylvan has a supplier in France who gets all our phones.

My name is on the contract.

Everyone that works for me has one.

Right, if you don't mind,

I need to check on what those two are up to.

Gonna start charging you two rent.

What do you want now?

We want to know what Paul Abbasi

was doing in here earlier.

Who?

Lots of people come in here for food.

That's what folk mainly come in here for.

Nice try, but we're not buying it.

What did he really come in here for?

Lunch.

The amount of people who can't rustle up some grub,

you'd be surprised.

Can you?

No.

You wouldn't be lying, would you?

Like you were about your movements yesterday?

Doesn't it say in the Bible "thou shalt not lie", Vicar?

Uh, it's also one of the Ten Commandments, Charles, yes.

There you go.

Paul Abbasi was found murdered today.

Coincidence?

I don't think so?

You can tell the truth, or I can stand in my pulpit

and tell my congregation about the evils

of bullying in the workplace and restaurants

that I know perpetrate it, i.e., yours.

And that would not be good for business, would it?

Would it?

Sorry, was that a bit too harsh?

Not at all.

It seems you have him by the short and curlies, Vicar.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Khan?

At least she speaks her mind,

unlike you, you pompous smarmball.

Sir Pompous Smarmball, actually.

Toni? Hmm.

Is there something I should know?

You're staring at wedding photos.

Sheila air-dropped me them.

You haven't taken your eyes off them since the boat.

That's odd, right?

That's not like father and daughter, is it?

That's more like a lover's tiff.

I swear, I never met Paul Abbasi until today.

He just turned up out the blue.

He wanted to know why I broke it off with Eirwen.

Which was because?

It's not just Eirwen we had in common.

It turns out neither of us are blessed

with a great business sense.

He set out on his own to be a fund manager,

but by his own admission, was more of a financial advisor.

And not a good one, it turns out.

I'd fallen on hard times, too.

The restaurant being closed as a result.

I couldn't risk another failure.

So, uh, we both took the money.

Er, what money?

He was very, very persuasive.

Wouldn't take no for an answer and, uh, kept raising his offer.

Who did? Monty.

Monty Jones paid us to pull out.

I'm just not convinced by Olivia's "menopause condition."

There's something definitely not right there.

I think we're on to something with Monty.

We need to check dates

and just probe into his life a little bit more.

Check Eirwen, too, including her socials.

Alright, will do.

Bill, those photos aren't right.

Well, they could just be close.

I have an intense relationship with my mother.

It's a fair point.

There's close, and there's "close."

Right, everyone is here.

What are we doing?

Charles, we are going paintballing.

What have you done with Sheila?

Oh, she fell asleep.

Champagne coma on the sofa.

It's very good.

Nifty little piece, isn't it?

Sourced them from my supply company in France.

They can ship them over here in their hundreds if you want.

We do want. Very good, Sylvan, very good.

Bonjour, Monsieur.

Might we, uh, interrupt your little game?

Might want to put your toy down while I'm talking to you.

Jane Walters sent a text before she called Agatha.

She did!

And that text was sent from a phone that you had sourced.

Did you talk to her?

No.

Ah. Did you?

Jane?

No.

How did you know that Eirwen was Monty's daughter?

Well, because he told me that she was.

And she's definitely a daddy's girl.

After a fashion, perhaps.

What is this?

What are you trying to insinuate about me

and my beloved daughter?

That she's not your daughter.

She's not even called Eirwen.

Well, that's outrageous!

You see, we did a little bit of digging around

in her social media accounts,

and I found another account, in the name of Ella Hamilton,

and that account goes way back.

And guess who she hangs around with,

pretty much all of the time?

Nonsense! Is it?

Look.

Caught in flagrante.

Eirwen's not your daughter, is she?

Go on, tell me how it all happened then.

The two of you met yonks ago, you fell in love,

but the problem is, neither of you had any money.

That is until you meet successful single mother of one,

enter Olivia Davies!

See where I'm going with this?

Still nonsense. Hmm.

What do you reckon, Olivia?

Does this look like nonsense to you?

So you marry Olivia,

and jackpot!

You marry into the business,

move in together at the Manor House,

and bring your girlfriend in later.

Lush.

Tidy even.

Only, not so tidy.

Oh, dear, where did it all go wrong?

You tell me.

You know, you seem to have it all figured out!

Bill!

Back off!

So, what happened?

Did Eirwen get impatient?

Waiting far too long to be made an honest woman of?

Well, honest-ish.

She rather liked the older gentlemen, too, didn't she?

Shut it!

Oh, I think I maybe touched a nerve there, didn't I?

She was flirting with them to wind you up for attention.

And it worked, didn't it?

Because sometimes she got engaged to them,

so you paid them off, and she came back

because she didn't love them, did she?

She loved you.

What about Paul Abbasi?

Trying to blackmail me, threatened to talk

so I lured him to Rhys's barge.

She wrote everything in that diary,

and when Jane found it, she texted you.

And your dirty little secret was out.

I said when enough time had passed,

when we had control of the company...

Ah, yes, the shares in the company,

and as soon as Olivia caved in on that,

you and Eirwen would have complete control.

Then I'd divorce Olivia.

And live happily ever after with your "daughter."

But she stalled, didn't she?

Was that around about the time that you became ill?

What did you do?

Slip a little something into her menopause tincture, was that it?

It wasn't difficult, given all the concoctions

Jane was making for her.

Well, go on then. What was it exactly?

Thyroxin.

Slowly poisoning her,

making her think that she was losing her mind,

confusing her in order for her to relinquish the company

so that you and Eirwen would have complete power!

You! No! No! No, no.

And then she met...

Me.

She didn't want a share in the company anymore, did she?

Because she didn't want you.

No, she didn't.

Because you, Lacey, were "the real deal."

That was the problem.

All the others were just to get my attention.

But you...

Eirwen fell in love with you.

Telling me we were over, that she wanted to be with you.

That's why you wanted to talk, isn't it?

To get rid of me, but Eirwen stopped you, didn't she?

And that was why you had to kill her.

Because you couldn't take the rejection,

you couldn't bear to see Eirwen happy with James.

Put the gun down, Monty.

It's over.

Go!

That's for Eirwen.

Tragic really, wasn't it?

All for love.

Saddest for James, though, really.

Yeah.

Even if Eirwen loved me,

she wasn't the person that she pretended to be,

so maybe I didn't really know her at all.

I don't know. Clearly marriage isn't for me.

Me neither.

Although, I think it may be for someone in your family.

Why not?

I mean, the church is always available.

Ha-ha!

Great news!

I found the ring.

I didn't know you'd lost it.

Ah, long story.

Ah, are you going to propose to someone, Charles?

When hell freezes over.

To be fair, I think marriage is a banging idea.

Not for Charles.

Life is short, love is elusive.

So when you find it, you've got to grab it with both hands.

I'll get my own ring thanks, but...

I know I want to be with you.

I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Will you marry me?

Nice day for a white wedding.

It's actually only an engagement, sir.

Ah, ah, no, no "sir" today, please.

Today, you can call me

Detective Chief Inspector Denzel.

Big old whopper coming through!

Oh! Well, read the card!

Oh, right!

Ha.

"Agatha, it seems a shame to let the cake go to waste

and a huge thank you for setting me free.

I feel young and alive again.

I am woman, hear me roar!

Best, Olivia."

My work here is done.

Indeed.

Now is it just me or are you trying to have a moment with me?

Might be.

You do manage to turn people's lives upside down, don't you?

Without even trying.

It's my speciality.

I'm okay, before you ask.

I'll survive.

You?

Always.

A toast to Bill and Toni!

Bill and Toni.

To the future and to freedom!

Let's hear you roar!

Cheers!