All language subtitles for Agatha Raisin s01e07 The Witch of Wyckhadden.eng

(Scream)

(Drip)

AGATHA: No, Gemma.

lam not...
I'm not running away.

I've got a family crisis.

GEMMA ON PHONE: But you don't have a family.

Yes, actually, I do have
a family. Thank you very much.

Somewhere.

And James
has been asking after you.

Oh, has he'?

Well, I'm a little preoccupied,
actually.

Oh, OK then. Sure.

AGATHA: I have a bit of business
I need to attend to.

Not quite sure
how long it will take.

- All right. See you, then.
- OK.

(Raven sawing)

Excuse me. ls this the right...

- ... place?

(Animal croaking)

(Door closes)

(Clock ticking)

Ooh...

- Hell... Welcome.
- (Gasps)

It's OK. I don't bite. Well,
not in daylight hours, anyway.

It's a joke. It's just a joke.

Oh.

We have you staying
for four days.

Yes. I think there's been
some kind of mistake.

You see, I booked a spa retreat.

No, no, no. Not quite.

You booked our SPA retreat.

That's the Special
Paranormal Activity package.

I'm sorry? The what package'?

Well, it's just a title, really.

We book you in,
and then we let the castle

and Spencer Dulsleigh
do the rest.

(Footsteps)

Claude, is this the new guest?

Daisy Jones.
We've been expecting you.

- What as'? Fresh blood'?
- To make up numbers.

Dear Colonel Lyche
has us playing Scrabble.

He's very good.

Well, I'm sorry.
I don't do Scrabble.

Hm.

Come on. I'll introduce you.

(Gasps)
All right. Hang on a second.

(Bell)

Colonel, I'd like you to meet...

- Agatha.
- (Grunts)

The Colonel lives here. Imagine.

Mm.

This is Jennifer Stobbs, from...

Cleveland, Ohio.
It's great to meet you.

I'm here with my shopping buddy,
Mabel.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

(Tray clattering)

Yeah, erm...
Why don't you join us'?

Maybe later.

(Bird sawing)

(Sighs)

((321809)

Mini-bar, mini-bar.
Wherefore an thou, mini-bar'?

(Floorboard creaking)

(Both shriek)

Oh, no...

Oh, how awful! What happened'?

If you must knew, a psychotic
hairdresser from hell happened.

(Groans) Why else do you think
I'm hiding in this madhouse'?

I know someone who can help you.

Her name's Francis Juddle.
She's the local witch.

Comes from a long line
of gypsies.

That's twice. Double trouble.

Look, I'm not into mumbo-jumbo.
I'm here for hair tonic.

I have a little problem,
you see. With my hair.

Well,
that one speaks for itself.

Sex'?

The Lovers
is not just about sex.

There is someone, though.

Is there? Really?

Is it...'? Does it say who'?
Ask it. Ask it.

Is there a card marked Mr Right?

You'll know.
It's all about intuition.

Oh...

Apply the hair tonic
every night before bed.

That'll be 80 quid.

80 squid?
Are you having a giraffe'?

Take it or leave it.
Doesn't bother me.

I won't be losing my hair
over it.

(sawing)

(Groans)

(Low fizzing)

(Music in distance)

(Owl hooting)

Listen here, you fraudulent,
toad-eating crone!

You're about as genuine
as my wig. (Knocks)

(Croaking)

(Music blaring)

(Music Off)

(Toad croaking and owl hooting)

(Animal screeching)

- Mrs Raisin?
- Yes.

Inspector Jesse-p. I believe
you discovered the body.

That's right.

New, tell me: have you spoken to
any of the other residents yet?

Was Francie wealthy?
Was anything missing?

What time did you visit
Mrs Juddle's caravan'?

Er...midnight. One...ish.

Don't know. Hard to be sure.

And why did you go there
at that time of night'?

Well, er...
I'd been having some nightmares.

Big horses running at me
with bulging eyes,

and husbands with scissors...
son of thing.

And what's with the disguise?

- Well, you're wearing a wig.
- You're very perceptive. I am.

And it is a little complicated,
if I'm honest.

- Hardly conventional behaviour.
- No, I grant you that.

It's not conventional.
I see what you mean.

But I'm hardly likely
to have killed Francie,

left my fingerprints in the
caravan and called the police.

I'll have you know: where I come
from, I do not commit murders.

I solve them.

You'll have to stay here
for a few days. All right'?

- Mrs Raisin!
- (Camera clicks)

There's been a murder
somewhere else, for a change.

Has there? Where'?

That's Agatha.

Don't be daft.
You're obsessed, you are.

No. Look. That's Agatha.

- It is, as well.
- Oh, yeah.

"Police in Wyckhadden
are investigating the death

of a woman
known locally as a witch.

Suspect Mrs Agatha Raisin..."

Agatha wouldn't commit murder.

- Not without us.
- She needs help.

Well, she's eccentric,
but I wouldn't go that far.

No, she needs our help.

I know a copper in Wyckhadden.
I'll see what I can find out.

I'm going to call Roy.
James, what are you going to do'?

Find her.

She needs me.

(Sighs)

(Grunts)

Oh...!

Wow. You're quite
the blonde bombshell.

Yeah.
Keep your eyes to yourself.

I must say...there's been
quite a rush on today.

Murder is clearly good
for business.

- Everyone's in the dining room.
- (Grunts)

(Clears throat)
May I introduce you'?

- Hello!
- We're on honeymoon.

And I'm just down from London,
with my new boyf.

Jim-Bob. From Texas.

Howdy.

So, why did you go and see
this "witch" in the first place?

What are you even doing here,
Agatha?

Research.

Roy asked me to do an article
on...castles.

- In a wig'?
- Castles?

You said
you had a family crisis.

I do. l...l did.

Look, what's with the questions?
We need to get to work.

- We need to get you home.
- I'm not allowed to leave.

We need to clear my name,
so we have to investigate.

Bill, come here.

Now, tell me: what do you know
about this murder?

Well...the motive
seems to be robbery.

Apparently,
the victim's sister said

she kept a large amount of cash
padlocked in a metal box.

They found it
discarded in the woods.

- The murder weapon'?
- A large wooden object.

- They're still looking for it.
- OK.

So, tomorrow
we talk to everyone.

Roy and...Jim-Bob,
you take the Colonel.

- What about the other guests?
- We figure them out one by one.

As for the staff...
they're even weirder.

- Right. Well, I'd better go.
- Oh...on our wedding night'?

Well, it's not really,
though, is it'?

And erm...l have to be
at the station first thing.

AGATHA: Oh, poor Gem.

I think she was rather hoping
something might happen

- between her and Bill. Night.
- Good night.

The course of true love
never did run smooth.

Well,
I bloody well wish it would.

- Do you'?
- Yes, I do.

For them, obviously.

Yeah, absolutely.

No, actually, for everyone.

It's just so...
tiring, being single.

There's no certainty
in anything.

How lovely would it be
to be certain about things?

You know,
someone to share things with.

Somebody you could count on.

You can mum on...us.

Yeah.

Well...here we are.

Yep. Here we are.

- I'm glad you came.
- Yeah. Me too.

Right. Well...
I'd better get some sleep.

That is, if I can sleep
in this big place.

With all this spookery
and murder.

- Evening.
- Evening.

(Agatha chuckles)

- Night.
- Yeah. Night.

Agatha...bothers me.

Really bothers me
in a way no-one ever has.

She completely does my head in
at times. Most of the time.

I find her infuriating,

insulting
and completely contradictory.

Yet she's on my mind all day.

I think the problem is,
if I'm honest...

...l'd just hate it all
to go wrong.

What if we don't really know
each other?

How can you tell
if you really know someone,

if you can trust them'?

Let's face it: me and Agatha
are never going

to just casually date, are we'?

It'd have to be all or nothing,
wouldn't it'? Don't you think'?

What do you think?

- Roy'?
- (Snoring)

GEMMA: You know James was pining
for you, don't you'?

As soon as he saw your piccy
in the paper,

he couldn't get here
quick enough.

AGATHA: Yeah, he's probably
just bored or...something.

Well, the police didn't waste
much time getting out of here.

I've got a bad feeling
about this.

Aggy, do you think there's any
truth in the gypsy-curse stuff'?

No!

Oh, look.

- It's a sign.
- That we should go.

It's a message from Francie.

This card was in her hand
when she died.

"Follow your intuition,"
she said.

Yeah, mines saying
we should leave.

(Gasps) Oh, look.
They've all been here.

Colonel Lyche,
in to discuss his liver.

I thought
he looked like a drinker.

Daisy booked in for a s?ance.
What's that all about?

- Oh, a bunch of crackpots.
- Jennifer...warts. Eurghh.

Mabel Dulsey: palm reading.
Claude, the creepy manager.

Doesn't say what he's in for,
but the list could be endless.

Hang on. What's that? "Agatha
Raisin. Brassy cow. Hair tonic."

All right! Well, if you must
know, that's why I came here.

I had a little problem with
my hair. It was falling out,

and I didn't want anyone
to see me.

Oh, by "anyone" you mean James.

That's why you left.
You're as obsessed as he is.

Don't be ridiculous!

- Who are you'? What do you want'?
- I was a friend.

Well, more of a...

Client. She got bald patches.

Just here to pay our respects.

Snooping
through my sister's things?

Francie was your sister?

Well, in that case,
I'm very sorry for your loss.

We're just trying to find out
who did this.

Why do you care'?

Because I do.

Because Francie
meant a great deal...

to a great many people...

...and whoever did this
is still out there.

And she did her hair for her,
as well.

Right.

Well, I don't need help
from the likes of you.

Francie will tell me
who killed her.

Francie will'? Because...

How, exactly?

I'm psychic, too.

And when Francie comes through
to tell me who did this...

...I�ll wring their scrawny necks
with my bare hands.

- Now, beat it.
- OK.

AGATHA: OK. Come on, Gemma.
Run! Run! Run!

Leek. You see this ceiling?
It's exactly the kind of thing

I would love in our bathroom.

(Bad American accent) What's up'?

Yes, you're not from Texas,
are you'?

(American accent)
Are you kidding me'?

(English accent)
Oxford, actually.

It's just a little game we play.
Keeps people on their toes.

Bad accent?

Mmm.

That and the fact that I was
in counter-intelligence.

MI5.

- (Phone bleeps)
- So I pick up on little things.

And...how's the liver'?

As in my vital organs
or what we're having for dinner'?

- No, both are fine.
- Good.

Shame about that witchy woman,
wasn't it'? Did you know her'?

(Cup rattling)

No.

He's lying
and thinks we won't realise.

Come on.
We need to rattle his cage.

Do you erm...fancy a game'?

(Groaning)

(Wheels squeaking)

- (Gasps)
- Oh, damn biscuits!

This place certainly does
make everybody jumpy.

- Uh-huh.
- What are you doing'?

Us'? Oh, we're both just such big
fans of your English literature.

- Isn't that right, Mabel?
- Sure is.

Ah. Scrabble, ladies?

- I thought you'd never ask!
- Oh, lovely.

Right, come on. Come on, Gemma.

Let's see
what books they were looking at.

Medieval section, history...

I think she was looking
at that red one.

Got it.

"Malleus Maleficarum.

The Hammer Of The Witches."

(Whispers) Gemma...!

- It's all about witchcraft.
- (Raven sawing)

(Scrabble tiles rattling)

Hmm.

(Sighs)

Carly! Wrong knives.
How many times?

All right, all right.
Jeez, who rattled your coffin'?

And please do something
with your hair.

Good morning, ladies.

Tell me. Francie was known
as the Witch of Wyckhadden.

Anybody else around here
into all that...

"hubble, bubble,
toil and trouble" stuff'?

- Not that I'm aware of.
- (Door slams)

- You went to see her, though.
- You're in her book.

That's private.
She was a friend.

I'd known her for years.

Before she took up clairvoyance,
she worked in the kitchen here,

until she realised that she was
in fact a clairvoyant. (Exhales)

She was rather good
at the psychic stuff.

Ask Daisy.

Daisy, I want to thank you...
about Francie.

She didn't half do the trick
with my hair. (Chuckles)

How did you know
she was so good'?

I come here on the anniversary
of my husband's death.

He died in a car crash.

We got married here, so the
place is full of happy memories.

And Francie...?

Reassured me he was OK.

Told me things
she couldn't have known.

She was the real deal.

So, why do you reckon someone
would want to kill her, then'?

Maybe that's why.
Because she was genuine.

Maybe she knew someone's
deepest, darkest secret.

- Two.
- Huh.

- So...
- Shh!

(Whispers)
The Colonel is ahead by 52.

But Roy's tiles
will be worth a few,

and he gets an extra 50
if he goes out first.

If.

- Thought you were good at this.
- I am.

(Gasping)

(Chuckles)

(Animal screeching)

Why would Lyche
want to kill Francie'?

Possibly because she knew
something about him.

She had some secret that she
threatened to reveal about him'?

Maybe he's not even MI5 at all.

James, you could use
your army past to check him out.

- I can try.
- He has got anger issues.

Alcohol issues, if you ask me.

See his DTs when he was
playing the game'?

Well, I think they're all dodgy,

and those two were clearly
up to something in the library.

That Daisy's too good
to be true.

- Claude...
- Look at her.

Daisy's here
on every anniversary

of her husband's death.
Does she come at any other time?

Easters and Bank Holidays,

and, come to think of it,
she was here last Christmas.

Thank you.

Well,
that's an awful lot of grieving.

Well, she doesn't look
very grief-stricken to me.

Ahem. Mabel...

((321809)

- (Mabel humming)
AGATHA: Come on.

- She's disappeared.
- Oh, please.

No-one of those proportions
can just disappear.

(Creaking)

I felt the need
to pay my respects

and thank the Lord
for the precious gift of life.

Please...join me.

(Groans)

(Bird squawking)

(Plates thudding)

Er...excuse me...

CLAUDE:
Sorry. You were saying]?

Good morning.

You all right'?
Did you sleep well'?

Yeah, never mind all that.
Listen.

I think we should have
a s?ancey thing.

You know. Try and get Janine
to contact her dead sister.

You have got to be kidding! You
don't believe in that, do you'?

Well, no, but the killer doesn't
knew that, does he...er she?

- (Thud)
- Carly...

(Sighs)

All we've got to do
is just get in there

and sit at the table
and get Janine to do her thing.

Whatever it is she does.
All that "ls anybody there?"

You know. See who squirms.

Why are you doing that face?
It's a genius idea.

- 200 quid.
- What, to contact thin air'?

To bring the spirits through.

Yeah, cheaper to go to
the off-license for some vodka.

It takes a lot out of me.

- Takes a lot out of my pocket.
- You want me to try it or not'?

(Squawking and screeching)

(Chiming)

- Did you get anything on Lyche'?
- No record that I could access.

Nothing in the public domain.

- Which means he's a fraud.
- Or genuinely a spy.

I've got a friend in counter-
intelligence. I could try him.

Yes, do that.

Somethings not right.

Daisy's all over him, and yet
he can barely look at her.

Oh, me. Oh, my.
How very exciting.

- We couldn't agree more.
- We're hoping that someone

with a connection to the castle
comes through.

Highly unlikely.

- Hi.
- (Gasps) Hi.

Thought I'd sit out that seance
nonsense. Not really my scene.

Se, what, sitting alone
with the rest of the ghosts is?

- Ghosts?
- This place is haunted.

By the ghost of a bastard Earl.

- (Sn-arts)
- I know.

I've seen him myself.

(Retreating footsteps)

' (Click)
� (Gasps)

(Popping and fizzing)

AGATHA: All very dramatic.

(Clock ticking)

Please hold hands
and keep holding hands.

Whatever happens,
the circle must not be broken.

(Clock ticking)

(Solemnly) Who is there?

(In old woman's voice)
Say hello to Tewks for me.

Oh, my God. It's Mrs Josephs.

Silence!

Someone else
is trying to come through.

(Roar of wind and rattling)

- Did anyone else feel the wind'?
- Yes.

CLAUDE: No.
- (Whimpering)

(Clock ticking)

((321809)

(Janine gasps and groans)

(In Francie's voice, distorted)
My journey is complete...

but my death is not avenged.

That's why we're here.

Who killed you'?

(Grunts)

Justice...

- (Screaming)
- (Gasps)

- (Whimpering)
- What happened'?

- (Screech)
- Someone turn the light on.

No, don't.
There might be something else.

JAMES: What son of something?

BILL:
Gemma, you're crushing my hand.

GEMMA: Sorry.

- (Banging and rumbling)
- (Whimpering)

- What is that'?
- (Click)

I'm sorry. I heard a noise
out there. I had to come in.

Oh, my God. She's dead.

- What?
- (Gasps)

(Shrieks)

But how'?
No-one came in. No-one went out.

And we were all holding hands
the whole time.

I'd better call
Inspector Jesse-p.

(Sirens)

Good evening, sir. Your officers
have taken our statements,

but just so you know:
I'm DC Bill Wong,

South Gloucestershire police.

If you need any help...

Well,
actually, there is one thing.

Your friend. The loud one.
Rein her in, would you?

- Of course.
- I take it they're all in bed.

Yes...

Worn out.

Nobody broke the circle.

So, who did it'?

Could Lyche have done it'?

I doubt it,
unless he's a silent assassin,

trained to kill
with one bare hand.

Or he was in on it with Daisy,

so he could get up
and stab Janine.

L can't believe that the Colonel
and Daisy were in cahoots.

He barely acknowledges
her existence.

- Daisy was holding my hand.
- Gemma,

you were beside Claude.
Did he move'?

Rigid throughout.

Jennifer
could have let go of Mabel.

She could have done the deed.
She'd be strong enough.

Hm. OK. Roy, you check them out
on-line in the morning.

We will go to the chapel.

Whatever Mabel was doing in
there, it wasn't just praying.

In the meantime...l think
we should all get some sleep.

(Flies buzzing)

- There must be something.
- Aggy, we've looked everywhere.

I mean,
short of digging up the dead...

What are you doing'?

What you said. Digging up the...

Look. "Spencer Dulsleigh,
Fourth Earl of Wyckhadden.

Lived & died in this castle,

1436 - 1484."

He's the one
who's on the portrait.

No, you've lost me.

What if Mabel Dulsey
is a descendant?

She said at the s?ance
that she wanted

someone from the family
to come through.

So, you think she's trying
to trace her family tree'?

Oh, I think
it's way more than that.

Right. Come on, Gem.
Let's find that book.

The witchy one with the hammers.

Er...Medieval. Top bit there.

Ah-ha.

Right. That's the one
they were looking at.

But there was other stuff, too.

There was stuff
on local history, genealogy...

Oh, this looks like it's been
put back in a bit of a hurry.

And it's got fingerprints
all over it.

"The Wyckhadden Bloodline."

"A Tale Of Adultery
& Gypsy Curses."

I checked out the Golden Girls.

Nothing on Mabel, but get this:

Jennifer Stobbs is a lawyer,
and her specialist field is...

- Inheritance?
- Got it in one.

Two lines descend
from the Fourth Earl.

One questionable,
one legitimate.

Which I belong to.

We believe we have a case that
Mabel should inherit the castle

from the present incumbent,

who lives in seclusion
in Barbados.

So, what about the dodgy line'?

The Earl had an affair
with a local gypsy girl.

Do Francie and Janine belong
to that branch of the family'?

No.
As far as we know, it died out.

So, why go and see Francie'?

A curse was put on the family,

along with a prophecy:

harmony would be restored
when the raven took over.

(Emotionally)
I have raven-coloured hair.

Ah.

So, you went to see Francie
and had her read your palm,

hoping for confirmation.
And did you get it'?

- We think she was a fraud.
- I take it that's a no, then.

Mabel's lying.

If nothing else,
her claim on this castle

is about as real as my wig.

They could have fallen out with
the Juddles over the prophecy.

They're hardly going
to kill them over that, though.

Maybe the Juddles were going

to tell the owners
what they were up to.

There's more to it than that.

James, anything?

Just a couple of names
of the illegitimate line.

- (Agatha reads names)
- (Door opens)

- Bill, where have you been'?
- The local police station.

They're closing in on an arrest.

- They can't do that.
- I think they can.

They found the murder weapon
that killed Francie.

A rolling pin.

They're hoping the prints on it
match the ones

on the knife that killed Janine.

Oh, wow, yeah. Sounds pretty
open and shut, doesn't it'?

Really? You think?

Matching fingerprints
on the murder weapons?

No, that's too... It's too...

- Conclusive?
- Exactly.

It's too obvious.

Bill, why do you think

that Jessop didn't interview
you all himself?

Surely, he'd want to see
the whites of your eyes,

see who cracks under pressure.

- We didn't do it.
- But he doesn't know that.

Well, he clearly had
other lines of inquiry.

And we know from the circle

that it can either be Lyche
or Mabel,

so it must be one of them
they're going to arrest.

What'? So...

Smart enough
to stab someone in our presence,

yet stupid enough to leave
prints all over the weapon'?

No, we're missing something.

What if there was someone else
in the room?

There wasn't. There was no-one
there when the lights came on.

Nowhere for them to hide.

Roy...why did you come
prancing in in a panic?

Oh...you know that waitress,
Carly?

She told me about a ghost,
and I heard a noise,

so I just went in.

Er...where?

Here'?

I was hiding...under the horse.

OK.

- What did you hear'?
- A kind of creaking sound,

and footsteps.

(Hollow thud)

What's behind here'?

(Door squeaking)

A way in and a way out.

Well, that certainly explains
the gust of wind.

So, the murderer
wasn't at the table.

But who else is there?

Carly.

Carly Bridgeman,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Francie
and Janine Juddle.

You do not have to say anything,
but it will harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which
you later rely on in court

- It's not right.
- I told you it was Carly.

No, it can't be. Oh, come on.

- Intuition. Intuition.
- (Handcuffs clicking)

CLAUDE: Right. This must stop.

Please, gentlemen. Please stop.
There's something I must say.

Please...

(Muttering)

Gissup...

CLAUDE:
Carly, I shall deal with this.

- Jessop, I shall be speaking...
- Stop! This isn't right.

- Agatha, what are you doing'?
- This is police business.

But it's not justice, is it'?

Why would Carly
kill Francie and Janine?

For Francie's money.

Her prints
were on the money-box,

the rolling-pin and the knife.

I helped Francie with her
therapy, sol handled the box,

and I work in the kitchens.

And riddle me this, my little
sunshine. What about Janine?

Ten people were in the room
when she died,

and not one of them saw Carly.

- How did she get in there?
- Through the secret passageway.

You know about that, then,
do you'? How'?

It's my business to know.

Well, I think you're barking
up the wrong tree, mister,

because this
is all about family trees.

You see...

ldon't think the illegitimate
line died out at all.

I think it lived on.

Gizup, Gissup...

...Jessop.

I think you're staking a claim
on the castle,

and Francie knew that.

She found out
your little secret,

and you thought
Janine would, too.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

The Tarot card in her hand
when she died...

Justice.

The last thing Janine said,
in Francie's voice: "Justice."

It wasn't a request.
It was the answer to a question.

When I asked her who killed her,
she replied, "Justice."

Now, who represents justice?

Now, tell me:
why are you picking on Carly?

Tell them, or I will.

I'm trying
to get to know this place.

It's not really what I'm into,
but it'll have to be.

Carly is the owner's daughter.
She'll inherit.

Of course. The raven-haired one.

(Mabel sighs)
All this way for nothing.

You knew that, didn't you'?

So you tried
to get her out of the way,

to strengthen your bogus claim.

- I've had enough of this.
- (Gr-sans)

You can't do this!

But I can.

(Siren)

LYCHE: I prefer it here.
AGATHA: Cos it's safe'?

- Jessop confessed.
- Marvellous.

- What's she doing now'?
JAMES: My contact

got back to me about Lyche.

Something of an MI5 hero,
apparently,

until he lost someone
in the field

and suffered
a massive nervous breakdown.

ROY: Doesn't like losing,
as a result.

You do know that Daisy's
in love with you, don't you'?

Daisy? No, I don't think so.

She's young and beautiful,
and I'm... Well, I'm not, am I'?

Oh, come on.
What are you talking about?

A lot of women find
that laid-back military thing

rather attractive.

You need to stop hiding
and grasp the nettle.

No, I... l...don't think I can.

Do it for her. You're not the
only one who needs to move on.

(Footsteps)

(Clears throat) I thought
we could go for a walk, maybe.

I thought you'd never ask!

Agatha is amazing, isn't she'?

Yes, she is.

(Click)

' (Click)

JAMES:
I missed you when you went away.

- Yeah, well, we know...
- Just shut up and listen.

For once in your life,
just listen.

I missed you
when you went away...

...and it set me thinking...

You are completely impossible.

An infuriating,
brilliant, frustrating,

magical nightmare of a woman.

Getting mixed messages here.

And I want you
to be my infuriating,

brilliant, frustrating, magical
nightmare of a woman.

- Er...
- I know it's crazy.

We haven't even...
We should have...

But it's also so...
so completely right. Isn't it'?

Agatha Raisin...

Will you marry me'?

((321809)

(sawing)

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0