All language subtitles for Agatha Raisin S01E01 - The Walkers of Dembley

Of course
your charity film night

is going to be a success,
Charlie boy.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

I have run national events.
I've run global events.

Well, you just need to make sure
it's all organised at your end.

Yes, well, there is certainly
a buzz around here.

Right. I would love to, but
lam off on a five-mile hike.

Bye.

- Hi.

- Oh. All right.
- Hi, Hodge.

Ooh, hello.

- More stuff for the film night?
- No.

- I'm going rambling.
- Rambling?

That's what people do in
the countryside, they ramble.

I just wanna blend in.
Hey, you should come.

- Fancy a walk'?

Yeah, all right.

- Shouldn't you get that?
- No.

It'll just be Roy with
some London PR nonsense.

Quite frankly,
I'm done with all that.

Ah!

Ta-dah! How do I look?

Oh, hello.
Who are you trying to impress?

There she is: the subject of
this week's walk and talk

and your future home, Mary.

Carsely.

Where I've got this feeling
I'm gonna be blissfully happy.

Originally
a Saxon settlement, wasn't it?

You know your history.

People have lived here
since the seventh century.

And isn't it true that Carsely
is also famous for its cotton,

- if we're to believe Pevsner?
- And lions.

- Lions?
- All right, not lions.

But long-backed
Cotswold sheep); things

used to live round here.

Much prized throughout Europe,
apparently.

If we are to believe
the beer mats in the pub.

Beer mats.
Oh, you're funny, Tabitha.

Agatha. Are you coming to
the film night, James?

Oh, course we are.

We wouldn't dream of missing
your little event.

- We're bringing a picnic.
- Indeed.

- Marvellous.

Sorry, mate,
but we ain't budging.

Going nowhere. Comprendez?

You are meant to keep to
the public footpaths

and have been given
repeated warnings

to stay away from these crops.
Five...

- Jessica!
- For once, Jess, just leave it.

Definitely not worth dying for.
Come on, Kirsty. Let's go.

Kirsty, you'll stand by me,
won't you?

Ehm...

Sorry, Jess.

That's what's wrong
with you people.

You think you own
the bloody countryside.

Actually, I do.

Or at least
this little bit of it, anyway.

Charlie Fraith.
Gustav, put the gun down.

As you know from
our copious correspondence,

there is an ancient
right of way across your field

and we intend to use it.

And as you know, from
my equally copious responses,

my crops have grown over
any pathway.

Tough.

Couldn't we? I mean if it's
OK with you, go round the edge?

Great. I've no problem
with that, er...

Deborah. We've met
once or twice in the village.

Debs.

What is wrong with you people'?

We are doing this
because of capitalists like him

eroding our basic human rights.
Remember?

I thought we were doing it
cos we liked walking.

- If net, where will it end?
- The ether side of the field,

- if you go round the edge.

Patronising snob!

- ...two, one...
- Gustav.

Jess, come on now.
I really... Come on.

Call yourself a man!
Can't you grow a pair for once?

- I'll be back.
- Come on!

Get off!

That was a nice warm-up.
When do we go on the real walk?

I can think of another way
to warm up.

Is anybody there?

Did I, er...?

Have we]?
This is my cottage, isn't it?

. Aggie, Gaming
- Oh!

- What happened'? You look awful.
- Why are you here?

I've been dumped.
I had to get out of London.

- Is that my...?
- You don't mind, do you?

No.

I am, however, a little curious
about the elephant in the room.

Well, not exactly elephant,
although, ehm, er...

Naked man sitting in
the middle of my living room

with his chakras all over
my designer rug. Ring any balls?

- B-Bells?
- That's Khusan.

He's a naked yoga teacher.
Comfort shag.

He doesn't say very much,
does he?

And yet he's clearly not shy.

What's this?

It's a film event. I've
been helping to publicise it.

Oh, I don't know.

I can't even find a man
and yet you...

you find yourself
a drop-dead gorgeous one

hung like a Hoover
the second you get dumped.

- How is Juicy James, anyway?
- As far as I know, he is fine.

Who's that hottie with him?

That'll be Mary Fortune,
marking her territory.

A divorcée.
She bakes, gardens and flirts

and not necessarily
in that order.

- Agatha, you're a genius.
- Oh, well...

Well done. I owe you.

Charles "Shagger" Fraith.
Owns this place.

- Seems to like you.
- No, he just likes the fact

that I've helped make this event
and, therefore, him popular.

- There is a difference.
- You're making your mark.

I'm trying.

I'm really trying.

Ladies,
welcome to Barfield House.

- Thank you.
- Help yourselves to a drink.

Thank you.

You look absolutely stunning.
That dress is gorgeous.

This old thing? Don't be silly.

- Oh.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

You didn't tell me
this was his gaff.

- Does it really matter?
- Obviously.

I almost didn't recognise you
without your axe to grind.

- Would you like to look around?
- Really? Could I?

We'll have to fumigate
the place afterwards!

Hello.
Hello.

Now I am going back walking
again tomorrow,

whether you chickens
are coming or not.

It's a point of principle.

Just let it go, will you?

We want to be able to enjoy our
evening without you banging on.

What about you, Kirsty?

You're more of a rider on the
edge of darkness, aren't you?

- What is it you do again?
- Me'? Oh, nothing really.

Like Jessica and Jeff,
I'm just a teacher.

- Physics.
- But that's wonderful.

Ah, it's nothing,
compared to all this.

Must be amazing to be pan of
all this history and heritage.

Well, I suppose it does show
what can be achieved

- with a little bit of effort.

It can get lonely though.

Sir, the film...
it's about to start.

Have you ever seen
The Ladykillers?

I haven't. What's it about?

It's one of the Ealing comedies,
of course.

It's an interesting choice for
Charlie Fraith to be showing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Barfield

and our first
charity film screening.

I hope there'll be many more.
Enjoy.

Ooh, James!

Coming in for a quick one?

I bet you say that
to all the girls.

Victim is Jessica Tartinck,

belonged to a group of ramblers
from Dembley.

Farm labourer Joe Noakes
found her first thing.

One word, Constable:
alibi, checking them.

That's why I have a 100% strike
rate with solving murders.

We've only had one,
which Agatha solved.

Mr Noakes.

Where were you
earlier this morning?

I was home, then here.

Did you see anything or
notice anyone acting suspicious?

Sir Charles, arguing, like...

- Who with?
- Her.

Right old ding-dong.
Shouting and bellowing.

I left them to it and
headed over to the other field

but couldn't find my spade,
so came back

and that's when
I found the body.

Anything else? Anything at all?

Aye.

I saw Sir Charles
on the horizon.

Running, he was.

Fast.

What did I tell you?

No alibi.

No, but he did just place
Sir Charles

behaving suspiciously

at the scene of the crime
around the time of the murder.

I don't believe this.
Ridiculous!

- Come on.
- Look...

Of course I was running.
I was out jogging.

Yeah. Save it for the judge.

- Ow!
- Sorry.

- Ah, Agatha.
- What?

This is a friend of mine from
the church, Deborah Camden.

I need your help.

OK.

I think the police are making
a terrible mistake

suspecting Charlie.

It's much more likely it was
that manservant of his.

- He threatened us.
- OK.

Well, that's very interesting,
but where do I fit in?

That's my fault. I might
have mentioned that you're...

- An expert in these matters.
- Well, I wouldn't go that far.

But we so appreciated
what you did before.

Charlie's only just been
released, he's still a suspect,

but it can't have been him.

I need you to find out
who really killed Jessica.

I can fill you in on
who's who and what's what.

Will you'? For Charlie?

Please.

There's been a murder, Gemma.

No.
No, I have not bumped off Mary.

Just get your tush over here
right now.

Good morning.

- What's happened?
- I've got another case

and you are gonna get me
some background info.

- I've got to go to work.
- Yes, you do, for me.

Where's Khusan?

Oh, no.

Oh, god.

Khusan! Khusan!

No, Khusan!

Put it away!

So this is Dembley
and according to Deborah...

victim...Jessica Tartinck.

- Suspects...

...Charlie boy and his
gun-wielding manservant Gustav.

Deborah's walker mates,
which includes Jeff,

Jessica's boyfriend
and two ladies

that work at the garden centre
in Dembley: Kirsty and Alice.

And what about Joe Noakes'? Cos
he found the body, didn't he?

Yeah.

Joe Noakes.

What'? We're just brainstorming.
It's what we do in PR.

We just kick stuff around,
think outside the box,

throw stuff at the wall,
see what sticks...

You don't know where to start

No idea. You?

Well, in terms of
the murder scene,

OK, there are two ways
across the field

to where Jessica was killed.
One towards the house there.

The other one going across
where the crops are heavier.

So the killer could have easily
come from the diagonal

and been hidden by the crops.

Which is good news for
the salt pot...

Oh, er, Sir Charlie. Yeah.

- Means he could be innocent.

Hey! Where do you think you're
going'? Where's my research?

Something of the campaigner,
your Jessica.

Ancient rights of way,
road protests, fracking...

You name it,
she's banged on about it.

Oh, she must have made
a lot of enemies.

Right, well, we have to speak to
Sir Charles as soon as we can.

- Roy
- Yes?

I need you to do digging on
the rest of the ramblers for me.

- Fast.
Mwah! Mwah!

Bye, Aggie.

Goodbye, Khusan.

Méfiez-vous de D'illusion
de la connaissance.

Em-eff... Meffy what-what?

Hello. Remember me?
Agatha Raisin.

- And you are?
- Her cleaner.

That PR woman and her cleaner.

Ooh, James.
What are you doing here?

- I could ask the same question.
- I asked James to come over.

- I'm in a spot of trouble.
- So I gather.

Deborah Camden asked me
to investigate the murder.

Well, what can you find out
that the police can't?

Well, heel marks for a start

Lets of them. New who
would come out here in heels?

Any women visiting this morning,
Charlie boy?

- No.
- Well, we shall continue

- with our enquiries, then.
- How exactly?

By thinking outside the box,
James.

Throwing our brains against
the wall and seeing what sticks.

You could always just get
a good lawyer.

How about...
Bit of a stupid idea...

How about you two go undercover
to suss out the ramblers?

- We could do.
- Why would we do that?

You haven't met them, have you?

They don't know
who you are in Dembley.

So you could get Deborah
to introduce you to everyone,

then, you know, steam on in,
do the biz, Bob's your uncle.

What do you mean by,
"the biz"?

- The investigating.
- Right.

And you're right.
It's a terrible idea.

Well, I've got to do something,
James.

And if it's any help,
I own a cottage in Dembley.

Oh. Thank you, God.

Here we are.

How long are you staying?

As long as it takes...

"to get Charlie eff the hook
and find the killer.

I'll take the spare room.

Hi, Aggie, it's Roy.

What?

I think I got something for you.

It's about Jeff Benson.

- Well, I'm all ears.

I'll send it over right away.

Hiya, Jeff. Are you still up
for meeting later?

It's OK, Kirsty.

I know you saw Jess
after the film night.

Nothing happened.

Jeff, I promise.

Another word for you:
"Stakeout".

Perfect view of the garden
centre at 11 o'clock,

where two of our possible
suspects are working.

And over there at...
mmm, three o'clock,

the pub where
the deceaseds boyfriend

Jeff Benson is hanging out.

Notice anything?

He's smoking a fag.

My trained eyes
see something different.

A man in a pub
in the middle of the day.

I'd say that was
a sign of a guilty conscience.

Or a man lost because his
girlfriend's just been murdered.

Ooh. He's on the move.

Deborah Camden's
joining them too.

- They're all in on it.
- Or...meeting for a coffee.

Jeff Benson's the one who...

- But what are they doing here?
- Deborah will introduce us

as new friends
that she's just met.

- Are you all set?
- As I'll ever be.

Look, understated and natural,
that's how we're playing it.

Low-key is my middle name,
James.

Come along.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can I, er...introduce
some friends of mine?

This is...

Mr and Mrs Lacey.

James and Agatha.

Or Aggie and...Jay Jay.

Yeah, we've just moved
into the area

and there is nothing
we like more than to ramble,

if you'll pardon
the expression.

Yes, we've heard
all about your group.

The campaigns.
The rights of way.

L think we're probably finished
with all that nonsense now.

Maybe we should carry on
in Jess's memory.

The campaigns were led by
a friend of ours.

- They were her thing.
- Not her only "thing".

Have some respect.

I don't think you've picked
the right moment, to be honest.

Our friend she went out on
a walk and...was killed.

Oh. Oh, how awful.

Why did Jess go out on her own'?
It just...

I'm just wondering, you know,
with you being a group and all.

Can we not do this now'?
I'm really not in the mood.

Of course. I think it's best
if we leave you to it.

If you do decide to go out
again, we'd love to join you.

- Aggie?
- Yes.

Darling...

"Jay Jay"? What are you
doing, saying we're married'?

What are you doing,
making us leave?

The boyfriend was
about to open up.

Yeah, and land a punch on you.

And don't get me started on
the lipstick lesbians.

Alice and Kirsty.
They're gay and they're an item.

Alice was wearing
a rainbow bracelet

and she was not happy about
Kirsty being nice about Jess.

Not now, Bill.

Jeff Benson...find out why
he resigned from his job.

Where are we going'?

To wait for our saucy
Sapphic sisters.

The Laceys seemed nice,
didn't they?

I dunno.
They seemed a bit odd to me.

There's something not right.

- I'll catch you up.
- OK.

Hello again. I'm sorry if
I put my foot in it in the café.

No. No, it's not your fault.

Everything's just
a bit raw at the moment.

I'm sure. Well, I'm a good
listener, if it's any help.

James.

What are you doing here?

Compost. In need of compost.

Was that Agatha you were with?

What? No.

Well, yes. Son of.

Which is it?

Just bumped into her.
Fancy that.

Aha. Fancy.
So you'll be free to join me

- for something to eat later?
- What?

I mean... That would be great.

That must be hard, though.

You know, working together
and being a couple?

Is it that obvious?

We don't like to shout about it.

The village isn't
that understanding.

What happened the other night?

We went to Film Night and er...
it kicked off afterwards.

But not about walking, ok?

No.

Jess, she ehm...

She made a pass at me.

She used her sexuality
as a weapon.

No-one was safe.

Anyway, nothing happened, but...

...try telling the others that.

I erm...

- I should get back.
- OK.

Come on. Pick up.

James, it's me.

I'm in the Wendy house.

I think I'm onto something.

Oh! Bill!

What are you doing,
creeping around?

Who are you to talk?

What are you and James Lacey
doing in Dembley?

- Posing as a married couple.
- Why didn't you ask me'?

Oh, Bill!
Just tell me about Jeff Benson.

School say
he left by mutual consent.

Hm. Well, that's a PR phrase
if ever there was one.

That means he did something bad.

Bill.

This is cosy.

Listen, we have got suspects
with real motives.

Jess made a pass at Kirsty.

Really?
- I know.

This place, it's a hotbed
of seething sexuality.

Clearly I'm living in
the wrong village.

Anyway, I don't suppose
that would have pleased

either of their partners,
Jeff er Alice.

Do I need a funny handshake,
or can anyone come in?

Right... What's going on?

Uh-oh.

Police business!

- Deborah.
- I do like this one.

You should try it on.

I don't think it's quite...

Wow.

Deborah.

Agatha, hi.
I could use a second opinion.

What do you think of this one?
Gorgeous or what?

Absolutely fabulous.
Where are you going?

Charlie's got rid of that horrid
Gustav and asked me over.

This could be my one-way ticket
to becoming somebody.

Charlie's managed it.
Why can't I?

Today, a physics teacher.

Tomorrow, Lady Fraith.

Lady Fraith?

That's a little bit of a leap,
Isn't it?

No. No, tonight's the night.

- What, the]?
- I think he's going to propose.

What?

Oh, whoa! Whoa! Hang on a sec!

Really?

L-I hope so. It's...
It's all been such a whirlwind.

See, he's my first...
real boyfriend.

Anyway, enough about me.
How's the investigation going?

Eh, OK.

Why don't you tell me about your
friends? Where did you all meet?

Through work. I got a job at the
same school as Jessica and Jeff.

Mmm. Did you know
she swung both ways?

Jess?

No way.

I had no idea.

Meow.

Meow. Meow.

Meow.

Meow. Meow.

Bill?

I ... thought I'd check on Hodge.

Oh, well,
Aggie asked me to do that.

Missing Agatha, are you?

No. What's all this'?

Yeah, that's all the suspects
at the scene.

Well, if you include this one.

- What's with the quote?

Yeah, Aggie thinks that's
a gift from the gods, that.

Thank you.

Wife at home, is she'?

Yes. Yes, she is.

Did he say
something about "wife"?

Wi-Fi.

Ah. Cheers.

Aaargh!

- Agatha?
- Zip it, stranger.

And what do you think
you're playing at, Jay Jay?

I've been slaving over
a hot stove...

- Hang on.
- ..cooking your dinner.

- Tell me what's going on.
- You can tell this trollop

where to get off.

I'm not going to stay here
and be insulted.

Good.
Because you're not welcome.

You are in the wrong village.

Deborah, it's Jeff.

OK? And I get that I may have
over-reacted a little.

A little? I'm getting my stuff
and leaving.

Don't be so ridiculous.
Why would you do that?

I never said
I would be here this evening.

You had no right
to assume otherwise.

You are not my wife!

James? Charlie.
Agatha is an absolute star.

I couldn't get you
on the mobile.

So you know, the ramblers
weren't sure about you

until Agatha kicked off
in the pub.

Now they're convinced
you're a married couple.

Tell her from me
she's a great actress. Bye.

- Aggie! Watch out!

Have I died?

You had quite a shock.

Thank you for saving me.

Lowed you...

...for not realising that your
stunt in the pub was an act.

Yeah.

You were faking, weren't you?

We need to find out
who was driving the car.

I know who the car belongs to.

Come through.
Thank you.

- It's Gustav's day off.
- Ah.

- Coffee?
- Lovely.

Thanks.

You've got your feet firmly
under the table, haven't you?

- Did he go down on one knee?
- Not yet.

How can I help?

I know you drive a Land Rover
most of the time.

Do you still have
that old Cortina'?

I can't bear to pan with it.

- Oh! Did you use it last night?
- No. We were here all night.

- Why?
- Does anyone else use it?

The keys are in the kitchen.
Gustav sometimes takes it out.

Gustav?

No.

Hmm.

He usually goes shooting
up the road on his days off.

Would you look at that?

Heels.

That's right, Bill. Shooting
range near Barfield House.

Yes, of course.
We'll leave you to it.

The police
are heading over there.

- What's wrong'?

I just don't get it.

Why would Gustav try
and run me over'?

Because you were onto him.

But that's just it, I wasn't.

Nothing had gone wrong
with Gustav's plan,

so why risk breaking cover?

Maybe he cracked under pressure.

Doesn't really look like
the cracking type.

Are you coming, or what'?

Pull!

What do you want?

I knew it was you. It had to be.

Come on, guys.

Put the guns down.

- I want justice for Jessica.
- We all do.

- He threatened us. Warned her.
- You were trespassing.

I said, "Put the guns down."

Where were you last night, when
Sir Charles was with Deborah?

Leicester.

I promised Sir Charles's father
I would protect him,

so I took my car and went to see
where Deborah grew up.

To try and understand
what she's up to.

Can anyone confirm
that you were there?

Her parents can. They saw me,
came out and told me to go away.

Well, if he didn't do it,
who did?

Well, you could have,
for starters.

Possibly jealous of Jess's
voracious sexual appetite.

I didn't give a damn about them.
It's a free world.

Really? Well, why did you leave
your job under a cloud?

A pupil heard about
Jessica's bisexuality

and mocked her for it.

She didn't give a damn,
but l...l lashed out.

I made a mistake.

Defending her honour?

Jess was trouble all right,
but she was my trouble.

She was everything to me
and I loved her.

I didn't kill her.

I wouldn't lay a finger on her.

Jeff...put the gun down.

Nobody move!

Should we go back to bed?

Ehm, listen, I think we've had
enough of that, don't you?

It's time to get serious.

Look, we...we've had
our meaningless fun.

And now it's over.

Ok?

I'm sorry.

You think
someone's framing Gustav?

I do. Sir Charles said he leaves
his car keys in the kitchen,

so pretty much anyone could have
taken them last night.

- The murderer being who'?
- Alice is our main suspect now.

Jess made a pass
at her girlfriend.

She knows we're sniffing around.

Maybe she stole the car and
tried to run Agatha down.

Well, we'll bring her in.

Oh.

I saw your suspects table.
You were one short by the way.

You were missing a monkey.

And I cracked your message
from the gods.

"Beware the illusion
of knowledge".

What does that mean'?

No idea. What was Bill on about?
Monkeys?

Oh, my suspects table. He thinks
I've missed someone out.

We just didn't include Deborah

because she's the one who
asked me to investigate.

That's it.

Brake like that again,
it will be.

- Which Way's Charlie's again?
- That way.

But I'm very happy to walk.

Sex. Sex. It's all about sex.

Two hands on the wheel, please.

Deborah looked stunned when I
mentioned Jessica's bisexuality.

I thought that it was because
she didn't know about it.

But what if it was that she was
more horrified that I did know?

But Deborah was with Charlie
last night.

She could have snuck off.
We're only down the road.

Yeah, but, as you said,
she asked you to investigate.

To help get Charlie
off the hook.

Come on!

I think she framed Gustav
and totally underestimated me.

- No, no, no. Nd.!

Bloody road hog!

What do we do now'?

We ramble.

Charlie's in danger!

Why'? You said that Deborah
thinks he's going to propose.

Yes, and you said that he
wasn't about to any time soon.

And if he doesn't,
hell hath no fury...

I'll give you
"meaningless fun".

Bill, Barfield House now!

- Where's Charles?
- There's been an accident.

I think he's killed himself.

Only he hasn't, has he, Deborah?

Something that Kirsty said.

"Jessica used her sexuality
as a weapon"

and that, "Nobody was safe."

- You weren't safe, were you?
- I don't know what you mean.

Kirsty was strong enough
to resist Jessica's advances,

but you weren't, were you?

New girl in town.

An innocent,
ripe for the taking.

What happened?

It...lt was just one night.

It had all been forgotten until
I sat there after the film night

and told her
I was gonna marry Charlie.

She laughed in my face.

Wondered what he'd think
if he knew I'd slept with her.

- She was gonna tell him!
- And you couldn't risk that.

This was my chance.
This was my shot.

- I just wanted something more.

Can you understand that?

Yes, I can.

Ah, that's great news.

No, I'm really pleased
to hear it.

OK. Speak later. Bye.

Well, the hospital's gonna
keep him in overnight,

but Charlie is going to be fine.

And he says that
he is eternally grateful.

So what about you and Mary?

I sent her some flowers.

Sorry if I...
if I complicated things.

Ready to go?

Yeah.

Ready.

Hey. It's arrived.

Khusan's Naked Yoga video.

Are we doing yoga?

No, not doing it. Watching it.

- Oh.

Thank you.

- How was married life, then?

Over-rated.