Agatha Raisin (2016) s04e02 Episode Script

1
Well, howdy, stranger.
[ Laughs ]
There is something
different about you,
and I just can't
put my finger on it.
[ Laughs ]
So, uh, is it a high five then,
or do I get a hug?
Of course, sorry.
I'm still slightly jet lagged.
Oh! [ Laughs ]
That's better.
I'm not entirely sure
about your hat, though.
I can't have you upstaging me.
So, what's with
the old lady car?
Uh, courtesy car.
Mine's being fixed.
Ah.
- Hey!
- Hi!
How are you?
Fairly average for a Wednesday,
to be honest.
Congratulations again on the
book tour's runaway success.
Thanks.
Still somewhat astonished.
Who knew that the yanks
would be so into
The Battle of Titley's Knob.
Uh, what's with
the old lady car?
I thought you'd be
in a stretch limo
now you're a big deal
in America.
Afraid I'm not quite
in that league.
Is that for a week?
Well, I had to pack
for every eventuality, didn't I?
Seeing as you refused to tell me
where it is that we're going.
Nice try.
But as I said on the phone,
it's by the sea,
and it's the most beautiful
resort ever.
AGATHA: Oh, oh, oh.
Remember this is work.
You're just doing the PR
for his new book.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes.
You got a dead body in here?
Not yet, but there is time.
- Yes.
- Ooh.
Yeah, we might have
to take Marilyn.
This is more of a city car.
- Good idea.
- But I'll drive.
So it's still a surprise.
I shall get the keys.
See you later.
See ya.
Oh.
[ Sighs ]
We near the airport yet?
Not going to an airport.
Oh, traveling by boat, are we?
You'll see.
Be there in no time.
BILL: Hey!
They've added
"Full Metal Jacket"
and "Platoon."
I'm thinking double bill
Snoth-on-Sea?!
I came here many times as a boy.
It's gorgeous. You'll love it.
I thought this book was supposed
to be about
the Napoleonic Wars
or such like.
I was rather hoping
for Mauritius.
Ah, yes,
those islands were indeed
a key part of the conflict.
But Snoth has its own
fascinating links.
Not least, buried treasure.
Gold brought back from
Buenos Aires by
Admiral Lloyd Snoth after
the ill-conceived occupation
of the Spanish River Plate.
Some say that there
are rumors of him
roaming the town
in reincarnated form,
guarding over
his precious doubloons.
Or at the very least to Belgium!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Okay, so perhaps
it was a mistake
keeping the destination
as a surprise.
Oh, ignore me.
I'm sure the hotel is charming.
Come on, let's get in.
That's the spirit.
[ Door opens ]
Roy-boy is back
with a freshly wet
Oh, sorry.
And, uh, gross.
Netflix and chill was it?
Am I really the only one
who doesn't know
that's what it means?
Unh-unh, there is someone else.
No, it's just you.
Are you, staying the week,
are you, Roy?
Absolutely!
Oh, I've got it.
Netflix and Bill.
Get dressed, put "Drag Race" on,
and open a window.
It absolutely stinks in here.
[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct chatter,
telephone ringing ]
Not what you expected then?
It just seems smaller.
Not quite as glamorous
as when I was here last.
Smaller?
Oh, well, I suppose you are
a big boy now, James.
[ Ring tone plays ]
Oh, oh.
Sorry about all this.
Um, welcome to The Palace Hotel.
We would like to check-in.
I think.
Of course. What name
is the reservation under?
James Lacey and Agatha Raisin.
Uh, two rooms, please, Harry.
[ Chuckles ]
This is a work thing.
Sure. Have you stayed
with us before?
I have.
But not for some time.
I have to say
The Palace is looking
a little more faded
than last time.
Right.
What's with the protestors
outside?
Oh, that's just some locals
making a mountain
out of a molehill.
Uh, now I'll need a card
for incidentals, if that's okay.
[ Birds squawking ]
Ooh, buzzing in here!
JAMES: Yeah, it was touch and go
if we'd get a table.
[ Laughs ]
You look lovely.
Room all right?
Uh, yes.
Like you, it has
a certain old school charm.
Glad to hear it. G&T?
Always.
JAMES: A gin and tonic please.
BARMAN: Certainly, sir.
Not sure about this
seafood supreme.
You're playing
Russian roulette there, Chelsea.
One bad prawn,
and all bets is off.
[ Laughter ]
Oh, excuse me.
A bottle of dry white, please.
GERALDINE: Was the paella
that ruined
my last trip to Costa Brava.
It's an emergency.
GERALDINE: Yeah, I did!
Maybe you're
seafood intolerant, love.
Oh, don't talk nonsense, Brian.
Seafood intolerant my arse!
[ Laughter ]
Nothing's that funny.
Apparently, it is.
I was brought up
on cockles and whelks.
Ate 'em by the bucket load.
I bet you were!
Why don't you mind your own
business, you stuck up bitch!
Oh, I would love to,
so if you could stop
broadcasting
your entire conversation,
that would be great.
Agatha.
Oh, where do you think you are,
the Sistine Chapel?
Just cause you two ain't got
nothing else to say
to each other,
don't mean we don't!
I hate to inform you,
but being a loudmouth
and actually
having something to say
are two entirely
different things.
Agatha, just ignore her.
[ Sighs ]
I'm not having it.
- Go on, Wayne.
- Go on, tell her.
Go on, Wayne.
You need to teach your misses
some manners.
Please go away.
Come on then, Billy Bigshot.
Outside, you and me, right now.
- Don't be ridiculous.
- Fine!
I'll fight you in here then.
- Yeah! Go on!
- Show him, Wayne.
Be right back.
Come on.
- Go on, Wayne.
- Go on. Give him some!
Go on, Wayne,
give him one from me.
Aw, eating all alone now,
are we?
Serves you right for looking
down your nose at me,
you snobby cow!
What exactly is your problem?!
And if you touch me again,
you will regret it.
Are you threatening me?!
Yes, yes, I am.
So back off!
- Come on then.
- Ooh!
Ladies, please!
This is The Palace!
Relax, Marcia.
I'm just making
a new holiday pal.
Everything's peachy.
[ Laughs ]
Okay.
[ Grunts ]
Seems like this whole fighting
thing isn't really your forte?
[ Grunts ]
Shall we call it a night
before you do yourself
a serious injury?
[ Humming ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
AGATHA: That family are
a complete nightmare.
Believe it or not,
Mr. and Mrs. Jankers are on
their honeymoon.
- [ Gasps ]
- Hasn't stopped them from
upsetting loads of other guests
and the locals
who use the bar, though.
Well, do you know
the woman personally?
No.
Can't you do something
about them?
The night they arrived,
Mrs. Jankers' son behaved
so badly the police were called.
But our local plod
wouldn't get involved.
Wasn't serious enough
apparently.
Well, how long are they staying?
Until the day after tomorrow.
Oh!
In the meantime,
we will comp your rooms.
- Oh.
- Thank you.
MARCIA: You're welcome.
Quite frankly, it's the least
they could do.
[ Sighs ]
Shall we have dinner in town?
Yes, you read my mind.
[ Door closes ]
Well I shall wager,
another 60.
Match.
Too rich for me.
Okay, so, there's only
a 1 in 221 chance that
Roy or Charlie was dealt
pocket aces.
So?
But the odds of you guys
getting three of a kind
or a two pair on the river
are far better.
So?
And I reckon Charlie's
just done that.
- So?
- So I'm folding.
Thank you.
Could've said that sooner.
Let's see you then, Roy.
Hm.
Interesting.
However
- Ah!
- Two pairs.
I knew he had something.
Hi, everyone.
- Hey!
- Hey!
Oh, it's looking
pretty even at the moment.
Except for Bill.
He's not much of a bluffer.
I'm getting better.
Read my face.
- Grab a seat, join the game.
- Oh, no.
Haven't played for ages.
I came to speak to Roy about
the Cotswolds Clean Rivers
crowd-funder.
- Much money coming in?
- Barely a trickle.
I need your media savvy
to give it a boost.
Consider it done.
Oh, come on, Sarah.
Live a little.
We could do with another
honest face at the table.
But if I join now,
it'll mess up your game.
Oh, it's only for fun,
but be warned,
Toni has learned all the poker
stats before we even started.
And she's learned them verbatim.
Okay.
But I can't stay too long.
I've got an early service
in the morning.
Newbie deals.
Oh, I played a few hands at Uni.
Right, let's talk strategies
for the new book.
Stage one.
How you research.
Or we could just have
a nice dinner.
The two of us. No work.
Mm-hmm.
[ Sighs ]
There she is again.
Fold!
But can you tell me
what you had?
What?!
That is unholy, Vicar!
Remind me never to play
strip poker with you!
ROY: So, that clean rivers
crowd-funder?
- Yeah?
- Problem solved.
Ship you off to Vegas,
and ka-ching!
I can't play for real money.
The big man works
in mysterious ways.
Maybe he'd be Cool UK with it.
I suppose hitting
the high stakes poker tables
at Caesars Palace would
speed up the process a bit.
- Mm-hmm.
- Or, if you'd rather not fly,
you could always come
to my club in London,
help a few chinless wonders
fritter away their inheritance.
That's a very kind offer,
Charles.
But I don't think
my boss would approve.
Ooh! [ Laughs ]
No, no.
[ Laughter ]
Beauty before brawn.
Flatterer.
I'm glad I skipped those triple
cooked duck fat chips now.
Why?
They'd of brought us
closer together.
That your old man, down there?
- No.
- Oh, not too late then, eh?
- [ Cellphone chimes ]
- Listen oh
- Oh.
- Ah, I got to go.
Mm. Me too.
Yeah, maybe I'll see you around.
At least the restaurant
wasn't bad.
I have to say, I rather
enjoyed the prawn cocktail.
And not even in an ironic way.
[ Laughs ]
Oh!
Ooh. My scarf.
Think I must have
dropped it somewhere.
Any idea where?
Well, I did leave the hotel
dining room in rather a rush,
so, it could be
- I'll go and check.
- Oh, no, no, no.
You might bump into that
awful family again,
even more drunk
and looking for trouble.
- Okay.
- Just leave it till the morning.
Probably wise.
So what's on the agenda
for tomorrow then?
Oh, right.
Yeah, the agenda.
Um, well, Snoth Castle ruins,
where I believe
the doubloons are buried.
[ Laughs ]
Good optics for the PR release.
I'll get some action shots
of you dig, dig.
You do dig, do you?
What?
Hm?
Night-night then.
Night.
[ Keys clatter ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Children laughing ]
[ Laughter continues ]
[ Ominous chord strikes ]
[ Snoring ]
[ Music playing ]
[ Cheering ]
[ Waves crashing ]
[ Bell tolls ]
Oh, sugar!
[ Music plays ]
No more poker.
[ Bell tolling ]
[ Sighs ]
You have quit.
End of.
[ Seagulls crying ]
You know, life
would be so much simpler
if ruins had a post code.
Or we could use the Sat Nav.
There.
FEMALE OFFICER: I think.
Taser! Taser! Taser!
Detective Inspector Barret.
Snoth CID.
Step away from the map.
I won't ask nicely again.
What the hell is going on here?
Which one of you
is Agatha Raisin?
- That'd be me.
- Really?
No! Not really!
Then we need a tete-à-tete.
Oh, a tete-a-tete?
Oh, sejours de quoi?
A propos de quoi?
Sur quoi?
What?
About what?
The murder of Geraldine Jankers.
Recognize this scarf,
Mrs. Raisin?
Yes.
It's mine.
I lost it.
How convenient.
When was that?
Yesterday evening.
What is it doing
in an evidence bag, Inspector?
Mrs. Jankers' body was found
on the beach,
strangled with the scarf
you've just identified as yours.
Well, I'd imagine it's
the most stylish thing
she's ever had around her neck.
Though I'm sure anyone
could've strangled her with it.
But only you were heard
threatening the victim
with violence, in the dining
room of this hotel,
shortly before her murder.
It's a door case, innit?
What?
Open and shut.
[ Scoffs ]
Come on, then.
Where were you between
midnight and 4:00 a.m.?
Asleep in my room.
And can your husband slash lover
slash whatever confirm this?
My slash colleague, James Lacey,
walked me to my room
at about 11:30.
And after that?
No alibi for the rest
of the night?
N-no.
[ Mimes door closing ]
Right.
You're under arrest,
which means,
we're going to Dingbridge.
What? Why Dingbridge?
Because since division
closed our cells in Snoth
that's where we take our
suspects, but I'm fine with it.
I see. And is it far?
About 30 minutes,
depending on traffic.
And if there's road works,
which there are,
especially on a cobbly bypass,
you can't even go down
the high street.
You said her body
was found on the beach.
Well, I only ever met
the woman once, very briefly.
And we took an instant
dislike to each other.
Your point is?
My point is, Inspector,
how, pray tell,
could I have persuaded
Mrs. Jankers to take a walk
with me on the beach
in the middle of the night?
Hmm?
Well, I'm assuming that
none of her family
mentioned that she was off for a
moonlit stroll along the sands.
Inspector
I happen to run
a highly-respected
detective agency,
and in my professional opinion,
this case is anything
but open
and shut.
Now, I don't think either of us
want to go all the way
to Dingbridge
only to have to turn round
and come all the way back.
[ Sighs ]
Think of the traffic.
[ Groans ]
Think of the road works.
Okay.
Further enquiries will be made.
But you're technically
on police bail.
Understood?
Understood.
And don't even dream
about leaving my town.
Why would I when I have a murder
to investigate?
What was she doing
down here, James?
Meeting someone?
A lover perhaps.
What? On her honeymoon?
Mrs. Jankers didn't strike me
as the sentimental sort.
True.
Oh.
Right.
Who are you calling?
Toni.
I think we need new faces to get
cozy with the deceased's family,
wiggle in and see what
they can find out about them.
An undercover operation.
Exactly.
Running alongside
my investigation.
But if you want to focus
on your book
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
No, I can help you during
the day and then write at night.
Be just like old times.
I was rather hoping you were
going to say that.
It's when we're
at our best, James.
Working on a case together.
Watson to your Holmes.
I rather like that.
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
Oh.
I guess she left through
another door then,
if the sign's accurate.
We should go to reception
and see
who was on duty after midnight.
Why don't I go and have
a scout around
and see how many
other exits there are?
Good idea.
[ Ring tone plays ]
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Raisin.
There's so much going on because
of the, um, tragic death.
And but I'm glad you're here.
- You are?
- Oh, definitely.
The police mentioned that
you run a detective agency.
Indeed I do.
You knew Geraldine,
didn't you, Marcia?
Yes.
Geraldine was an old friend.
So why did you deny it
when I asked you before?
Because she called me
out of the blue,
wanting mate's rates,
and this idiot agreed.
And, well, you saw
how they behaved.
I did.
I was worried the hotel's owners
would find out
that I'd given them a deal
and blame me
for the trouble
they were causing.
The hotel's owners want me
to hire you
to find out who killed her.
Why not just let
the police deal with it?
They're keen to get out ahead
of the investigation to see
if there are
any liability issues
that might affect a sale
to Crescendo Casinos.
Oh, I see.
Right, well, I'll get my office
to whiz a contract over.
But firstly, I need a list
of all the guests
that are staying here
and who was on duty last night.
I have to ask.
Oh, sorry.
I'm meant to be wearing it
on a charity run.
I thought I'd better try it
on the treadmill
in the hotel gym first,
see if I overheat.
Terrible this business
with Mrs. Jankers.
Oh, yeah.
I was the one who found her.
Yeah, she was lying there,
scarf flapping in the wind.
It was
What time was that?
HARRY: Just after 6:00.
I was on my morning run.
Were you on reception
last night?
Uh-huh.
Did you see her leave the hotel?
No, but
From 1:00 until about 5:00,
I was asleep in the back office.
Enjoy your picnic.
[ Laughs ]
Here we go.
Right. Mm-hmm. Okay.
Is that man a guest?
No.
He just uses the hotel gym.
Often?
Whenever he wants.
Mr. Miller's friendly
with the hotel's owners.
He's in and out day and night.
Hm.
You're not ignoring me, are you?
Oh, no, I was on the pho
Hey, people will talk, though.
Let them!
[ Both laugh ]
I'm Agatha.
Oh, Terry Miller.
So, you enjoying your stay
at The Palace?
Well, it's been a bit of
a mixed bag, to be honest.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
You're more of a Rodeo Drive
than Snoth-on-Sea, eh?
Oh, really? You think so?
- [ Laughs ]
- Yeah.
You should come back
in a couple of years,
you know,
when the casino's open.
Now that
that'll be your scene.
Oh, so you're in favor
of turning this place
into a little piece
of Vegas, are you?
Oh, yeah, seeing as my firm
is doing all the building work
- on the project.
- Oh?
Oh.
Trouble?
Should I be worried?
No, no. No, it's my mum.
It's the name that she
used to give.
It just stuck, that's all, yeah.
Hmm.
Uh, might this murder
just hold things up a bit?
I don't see why.
Well, as long as
Friday's casino night
goes as planned then,
we're in business.
You should come along,
see Snoth's future.
- Oh.
- You could
- [ Cellphone chimes ]
- Oh.
Oh.
It's the architect.
He's at a house
that I'm converting,
asking me where am I.
Oh?
Well, consider yourself invited.
You bet.
[ Chuckles ]
Trouble!
[ Laughs ]
[ Glasses clink ]
You're joking.
They're still in there.
Harry Beam said that he locked
the beach door at 11:00 p.m.,
as usual.
He also said that there are
alarms on all of the fire exits,
so that if she left by one of
them, he'd have known about it.
So, the deceased must have
walked out
through the main entrance
and off to meet her fate.
[ Ring tone plays ]
Well, they've nailed
the uniform.
They certainly have.
[ Keys tapping,
cellphone chimes ]
[ Clears throat ]
Right, I think we should go
and have a talk
with Brian Jankers,
Geraldine's husband.
He was on the terrace
not long ago.
Service!
[ Belches ]
You're gross, Roy.
Just getting into character.
Right.
How's my accent?
Very good!
Wait, are we doing accents?
- Well, I thought it
- [ Glass thuds ]
Alright, mate!
Not exactly Magaluf, is it?
I'll say.
No foam parties then.
Foam parties?
The bar shuts at half 10:00
unless you kick off about it.
You're havin' a laugh!
Here you are, mate.
I'll have a Pint of
Kronenbourg, yeah,
large Chardonnay,
and whatever this fella
and his misses is drinking.
That's decent of you, mate,
but we'll get our own.
I insist.
Just came into some serious
Emperor Ming.
Oy, Cyclops, packet of cheese
and onion, as well, yeah?
[ Seagulls crying ]
Agatha Raisin,
private detective.
The hotel have asked my
associate Mr. Lacey and myself
to investigate what happened
to your wife, Mr. Jankers.
You're the woman
who threatened her.
That was all a bit
of a misunderstanding
and a momentary loss
of my own dignity.
Stay away from me.
Agatha.
Maybe he needs some more time.
It's been like one of those
nightmare holiday shows.
Murdered on the beach.
It's hard to believe
it could happen to Mum.
CHELSEA: And now the rozzers
want us to stay on at the hotel
till it's further investigated
or something.
That's just taking
the piiiiiiiiiiiiss.
All I want is to go home.
Course you do, Wayne.
Can never trust
the filth, right?
Mm. Here, here.
Bottoms up. I mean cheers!
So were you and his mum
close then?
[ Scoffs ] Are you joking?
Geraldine was
a manipulative old tart!
[ Laughs ]
She had Wayne wrapped
around her little finger.
Just like all the other men
in her life.
Really?
- [ Cellphone chimes ]
- Mm-hmm.
Must be awful for Wayne, though.
You know, losing his mum
at that age.
Yeah, poor Wayne.
AGATHA: Why here?
Not another fond memory, is it?
JAMES: No.
Don't want to blow their cover.
Stay away from the hotel.
ROY: Nice to see a bit
of proper tradition!
Punch and Judy by the seaside.
Bring it on!
Oh, Roy, you smell
like a brewery.
It was quite a heavy
afternoon session.
They can really knock it back.
So what'd you learn?
Well, for starters,
Geraldine Jankers
has been married four times.
Good God!
Hard enough to believe
she could get one man
to pop the question.
Well, her first, Wayne's father,
was killed 20 years ago
after a calibration error
at a canning factory
caused an explosion.
- What?
- I don't know.
She divorced husband 2,
Ronnie Black,
after he was sent to prison.
Oh, prison.
Now that's interesting.
And then there was a short
marriage to an Archie
Uh, Swale.
TONI: Swale. Archie Swale.
Who she traded in
for Brian Jankers
couple of months ago
after they met online.
It's bit of a whirlwind
romance then.
Here we go! Here we go!
Here we
Oh, Roy! You don't need to stay
in character.
Look around.
There's no one here.
Sorry.
I went a bit method.
According to Wayne,
the penultimate hubby,
Archie Swale, took the breakup
particularly badly,
and he only lives about 15 miles
up the coast in Mudhaven.
Well, does anyone know
what this Ronnie Black did,
why he was in prison.
I mean, is he still
serving time?
- I don't know.
- Don't know.
Right. I'll phone Bill.
Our new mates invited us
to join them
and Brian Jankers for dinner.
Right, come on!
Action stations!
[ Groans ]
Now, I need you two
to talk to Brian,
see what you can find out about
his wife and her final night.
Right, come along.
What are you doing?
That way! Go! Go!
Alright, alright.
- Don't follow us.
- Alright, alright.
They're following us.
- Ah!
- Hello, boys and girls.
- Have you been good?
- That way? Ah!
TONI: Roy!
Would you believe
Are you sure about this?
Yes, absolutely.
Listen, we'll be back in Snoth
before anyone's
noticed we've gone.
Mr. Archie Swale?
Yes. What is it?
We've been asked to investigate
the death
of your ex-wife, Geraldine.
Well, that's got nothing
to do with me.
Oh, we just want to know
what kind of person she was.
That's all.
Oh.
Bad hip?
ARCHIE: Shocking.
Waiting for a new one.
- Take a seat.
- Thank you.
[ Sighs ]
So, where did you two meet?
On the train.
Geraldine sat next to me.
She was friendly,
she seemed kind.
And I fell for her.
As soon as we were married,
she changed.
I'd never met that son of hers,
not until the wedding day.
But within weeks,
he was living with us.
- Not what you had in mind.
- No!
Then Wayne stole a gold lighter
that belonged to my father,
plus some other valuable things.
Geraldine refused to believe it.
Hm, you should've heard
her scream at me
for accusing her precious boy.
She gave Wayne everything,
spoiled him,
but it was never enough.
That little shower
probably did her in.
And how did you feel
when she left?
Honestly?
Relieved.
Did she ever talk about her
second husband, Ronnie Black?
Never.
Actually, no.
Once, when she was drunk
New Year's Eve,
as we walked past
some very expensive looking
Bond Street jeweler.
Can you remember what she said?
Well, something about the store
being right up
her ex-husband's street.
Oh? Well, what do you think
she meant by that?
ARCHIE: That he was rich.
Bought her shiny things.
She loved money.
Ah.
So Geraldine never
mentioned to you
that Ronnie Black
had been in prison, then?
No, but that
doesn't surprise me.
Is this your
Distinguished Service Medal?
Which brigade?
Royal Marines.
AGATHA: I think we can safely
eliminate him from the list.
There is absolutely no way
that he could have strangled
that tough old boot.
Not with that bad hip
and her figure.
Don't be so sure.
Once a Commando,
always a Commando.
They're lethal.
Even with a dodgy hip.
I made it clear as crystal meth
that you were not to leave town
whilst you remained a suspect.
Isn't crystal meth cloudy?
What makes you think
that she did?
We had a call from
a Mr. Archie Swale,
checking that you were
who you says you were.
So, you've gone and broken the
conditions of your police bail.
Well, I thought I was
only technically on bail.
Then you'll only technically be
fitted with this little beauty.
Janet.
You seriously don't expect me
to wear that
hideous looking thing, do you?
It's the Chav Nav or
the Chockie. Your choice.
Alright.
Get on with it then!
[ Groans ]
An actual sadist designed this
in order to be
as uncomfortable as possible.
Keys to our best suite.
Yet another cancelled booking.
Figure it'll make a good
center of operations
for you to work out of.
Thanks. That'll help.
It's Goldenballs
started it really.
Turning footballers
into models and
How's your food, Mr. Jankers?
Beckham's got a lot
to answer for.
He was fit, though.
As in like
you know, athletic.
I love your necklace, Chelsea.
It's it's well bling.
Aw, innit?
Wayne just gave it to me.
- [ Thud ]
- Ow!
Well, obviously,
it's just costume.
Got things to take care of.
You coming, Brian?
I think I'll stay for pudding.
ROY: See you later, mate!
You're the big geezer!
What do you do for a living
then, Brian?
I own a small chain
of dress shops.
TONI: Oh?
Did your wife run them with you?
[ Chuckles ] No, but, um,
I think the shops
were one of the reasons
she was attracted to me.
She was very fashion conscious.
Nice.
It's my fault, you know?
If I hadn't have taken
that sleeping pill,
I'd have heard Geraldine go out,
you know?
Might have even been able
to stop her.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Where do you think she was
going that night?
I've been asking myself
that, love.
It's a mystery.
What will you do now?
Go back to work,
once the police let us leave.
Not tempted to take
some time off?
Can't afford it, lad.
The wedding and the honeymoon
weren't cheap.
On top of that,
I promised Geraldine
I'd pay Wayne
and Chelsea's bill.
Even after inheriting
his mother's estate,
I bet he won't chip in.
[ Pounds table ]
[ Beer splashes ]
So, Brian Jankers wasn't happy
about Wayne inheriting,
which makes me think
there might be a decent amount.
Oh, do you think Wayne might
tell you how much?
Doubt it. I think I've blown
my cover and not in a good way.
Well, comments like that get you
blown in the first place,
so to speak.
If only it was that easy.
But hang on, he did say
something in the bar
about coming into some
"serious"
- Emperor Ming?
- Emperor Ming.
- Bling.
- Bling.
Oh, did he now?
Wayne got super edgy when I
complimented Chelsea's necklace.
Yeah, and she made a big deal
about it being
costume jewelry.
But the way those
diamonds sparkled
makes me think
they're pretty legit.
I mean, I can't help
but wonder why she'd lie.
Do you remember what
Archie Swale said about
his ex wife outside the jewelry
shop on New Year's Eve.
Maybe Ronnie Black is a thief?
The smash and grab kind.
Maybe it's all connected.
[ Music playing on television ]
[ Telephone rings ]
[ Televisions shuts off,
telephone ringing ]
Hey, you.
Hey.
Are you all right?
Oh, hi, everyone.
Sorry.
The dog's really sick.
The dog? Bill?
Have you heard anything back
from the prison service
about Ronnie Black?
BILL: Not yet.
I looked him up on the PNC
like you asked.
Turns out Mr. Black went down
for armed robbery.
Did he stick up a jewelry store?
Yeah. Carter's of Chiswick
in 2010.
I don't suppose you know if any
of this jewelry
was ever recovered, do you?
Hold on a minute,
is that my Naked Man statue?
Um, I do, and it wasn't, and
Are you in my house, Bill?!
Oh, uh, the wifi signal's
cutting
AGATHA: Bill!
Cut, cut, dropping.
Sorry, Agatha. Bye!
[ Music plays on television ]
[ Sighs ]
Come on, Bluey!
What if Geraldine was holding on
to the jewelry
for her jailbird ex.
Or simply knew its location,
and that was
what got her killed?
Yeah, but Chelsea let slip that
Wayne had only just
given her the necklace.
Maybe the necklace was one
of the stolen pieces.
Oh, I'd like to see
this necklace!
Well, I doubt Wayne's gonna let
her wear that out
in public for a while.
Mnh-mnh.
So, we break into their room
and photograph the necklace
and any other jewelry.
Then check to see if it matches
with what's been stolen.
An operation like that,
it'll need to be planned
with military precision.
Roy, get the floor plan.
Ooh, we could do it when Wayne
and Chelsea go down
for breakfast' cause it'd be
easy to keep an eye on her.
Good idea!
Pick your poison.
Agatha, you cover
the lobby stairs.
I'll watch the dining room.
Toni, find a cleaner
with a master key.
Roy runs interference.
Chelsea's cookies,
and Wayne's nuts.
[ Typing ]
[ Mouse clicks ]
[ Children laughing ]
[ Ominous chord strikes ]
[ Birds squawking ]
[ Telephone rings ]
Well, I see
you've fixed the wifi.
BILL: Uh, so the prison service
got back to me.
While serving his
original sentence,
Ronnie Black brutally
attacked two inmates,
causing them serious injuries.
But then, a fortnight ago,
he was released
years earlier than planned,
due to a terminal illness.
- Bill, I have to go.
- Is Toni okay?
TONI: Ooh, sorry.
I was just a bit peckish.
- Aggie!
- Psst! Here!
Right, we won't have long
until she finishes
the room
and notices it's missing.
Roy's gonna distract her
once she's done.
Try and buy us some more time.
Excellent teamwork.
[ Cellphone dinging ]
Wayne's on his way back up!
Ah!
Wait, wait. Round the corner,
round the corner.
[ Grunts ] Sorry!
[ Man screams ]
[ Thud, clattering ]
That didn't sound good.
No, It did not.
But I think we should go
and have a look.
What? No, no, no, no, no.
Or we could just sort of
stay here.
I've got biscuits.
Biscuits?! We're in the middle
of an emergency!
No, no, no, but,
I'm pretty sure the rule is
don't head towards any type of
screaming in creepy old hotels.
I'm pretty sure
the rule is we do.
[ Ring tone playing ]
[ Ring tone playing ]
Is is that
[ Screams ]
[ Ring tone playing ]
AGATHA: I think
he's probably dead.
[ Alarm ringing ]
I think we should
probably evacuate.
[ Alarm ringing ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
[ Loud thud ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Groans ]
[ Alarm ringing ]
Roy!
Where's Agatha?
She's here.
She was right behind me.