Agatha Raisin (2016) s04e06 Episode Script

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[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Paintball gun firing ]
[ Paintball gun firing ]
CHARLES: Aha!
AGATHA:
Meet the Raisinator!
Oh, bum.
- [ Paintball guns firing ]
- Ooh!
[ Sheep bleating ]
PHOTOGRAPHER: That's beautiful.
Come a bit closer together.
That's it. Now straight to me.
That's good.
That's it, Jamie boy. Give her
a squeeze, why don't you?
Gwenu, will you? Gwenu!
JAMES: Uh, what does
"gwenu" mean again?
It means smile, James.
PHOTOGRAPHER: That's right.
Now, straight to me.
- [ Camera shutter clicks ]
- That's good.
Isn't it bad luck to take
wedding pictures
before the actual wedding?
Nonsense.
The sooner we get them done,
the sooner we get them
on the website
and start advertising
as a wedding venue.
Always thinking. See?
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Stunning, stunning.
Your daughter's very beautiful.
She is.
I'd do anything for her.
Got a father-of-the-bride chat
lined up for later,
haven't we, Jimbo?
Oh, you needn't worry
about James.
He'll take good care of Eirwen.
[ Chuckles ] I'm delighted he's
finally met the right woman.
God knows there have been
some false dawns along the way.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Panting ]
[ Paintball gun firing ]
No.
Stick with me, kid.
TONI: I am.
Believe me, I am.
You're beginning to frighten me.
- Me?
- TONI: Yeah.
AGATHA:
It's just a harmless bit of fun.
You know, I didn't think
I could get into this.
Didn't think it would be
my thing.
Turns out it is!
Who knew?
TONI:
Not the boys, that's for sure.
AGATHA: Come on.
Sorry, Bill. I've had
to take one for the team.
[ Breathing heavily ]
- I think it's quite serious.
- It's paint, Charles.
Hamstring.
It always gives me gyp.
- First I've heard of it.
- Yes, well,
I'm usually too brave
to mention it.
[ Paintball gun firing ]
And Agatha's on fire!
She's like a woman possessed.
Whose idea was it
to give her a gun?
Well, Eirwen thought it would be
a good icebreaker,
to which you replied,
"Marvelous!"
And what else? Oh, yeah.
That we'd give the lot of them
a right good spanking.
Yes, well, on reflection
it was perhaps a tad rash.
[ Twig snaps ]
What the hell is that?!
It was very good of James
to invite me.
I feel like one of the fam.
Yeah, I wouldn't miss this
for the world.
I told James I'm a busy man,
but he would insist.
Making up the numbers.
[ Paintball gun firing,
all gasping ]
- For God's sake!
- I don't think any of us
are cut out for this.
- We could just surrender.
- No, no, no!
We can do this.
Never give up.
Never give in.
Never. Say. Die.
Come on!
[ Paintball gun firing,
screaming ]
You don't think
you're taking this
just, like, a little bit
too seriously?
No, of course I'm not.
- Am I?
- Yeah.
It wouldn't have anything to do
with James' impending nuptials,
would it?
It's got nothing to do
with his nuptials!
It makes
absolutely perfect sense
that he's marrying
into outdoor events.
You know, what with
his whole army thing.
Agatha, I think
it'd be understandable
if you felt
a bit strange about it.
Listen, I don't feel
strange about it.
There may have been a time
I might have felt strange,
but right now I don't feel
strange about it, okay?
Right, come on! Go!
Remember
stay together.
Stay in formation.
[ Whistles ]
I've got visuals.
WILKES: I wish I did.
Well, aren't
we outnumbered, though?
No.
Wilkes doesn't count.
These hands, they are trained
for battle,
so these arms
can bend a bow or
something. Whatsit,
Psalm something or other.
TONI:
Someone's been talking to Sarah.
Yes, she gave me
a right old pep talk.
Right, come on!
Let's do this!
[ Grunts ]
TONI: [ Laughs ]
- [ Paintball gun firing ]
- AGATHA: Come on. Get in.
[ Breathing heavily ]
TONI:
Why haven't you shot me already?
Well, I can't shoot you, can I?
Aww.
That's well sweet.
That is the point of the game.
I know.
- Shh!
- [ Twig snaps ]
It's alright.
You can come out
from behind the tree.
You've got me.
It's a fair cop, copper.
WILKES: Got ya.
Good one.
[ Laughs ]
Yeees! Copper
[ Paintball gun firing ]
- Oh! Oh! Oh!
- [ Paintball gun firing ]
No fair! Aah! Aah!
Toni.
- [ Paintball gun firing ]
- CHARLES: I've got a gammy leg.
AGATHA: All the better
to hunt you down then!
Remember Cyprus! Oh!
Here comes the Raisinatorrrr!
- Eat my paint!
- [ Sheila screaming ]
I do not believe this!
Let's get you in the house.
Every time there's trouble
guess who's there.
[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations ]
Well, how was I supposed to know
it wasn't Charles?
- I was in the zone.
- CHARLES: Hmm.
The wrongzone as it turned out.
Agatha, this is my first wedding
as a vicar, and it's James.
I don't want any trauma.
I don't want anything
to go wrong.
Trauma? Little old me?
I mean, what could possibly
go wrong?
Apart from splatting the bride
with paint
and shooting the groom,
obviously.
James is staying with you,
right? How's he doing?
Fine, until I mentioned
the best man's speech.
Which is tricky,
to say the least.
I mean, we don't know Eirwen.
It's difficult to know
how to pitch it.
I mean, does she even
have a sense of humor?
TONI:
What about some Welsh jokes?
Absolutely. Well, they are going
to honeymoon in Wales.
- Oh, are they? Ah.
- CHARLES: Yes.
So I said to James,
"What are you going
to do after the wedding?"
and he said,
"I'm going to 'Bangor'
for a fortnight."
Oh, that's so lovely!
Jez and I went there
on our way to Llandud
- No.
- No.
- No.
- Well, let's hope
that he gets to go on honeymoon
this time.
It seemed to work out well
for you, I recall.
Oh?
Iechyd da.
She wants me.
[ Laughter ]
Oh.
- JANE: Gently does it now.
- What's happened?
Now, before you go pegging
your needle in the red zone,
there's been a bit
of an accident,
but it's all sorted now.
What kind of an accident?
Is Eirwen okay?
She is.
All fine and dandy.
James came off worse,
so stop fussing.
- [ Breathing deeply ]
- Deep breath.
Better?
Except I've the mother of all
flushes and my head is raging.
JANE:
I've made some special tea.
You just make sure that you
sip it throughout the day.
Brilliant.
I don't know what I'd do
without you.
- Spontaneously combust, I'd say.
- Mm.
Now, the drinks are all here,
unpacked and stacked.
Caterers fully briefed.
And the flowers
will be arriving later.
As will the gorgeous lead singer
of the band.
He said he wants to drop
his kit off.
I said, "Don't you mind me.
You drop your kit off
any time you like, my darling."
[ Laughs ]
I don't know how you do it.
Not a list or an HRT patch
in sight.
JANE: Well, I told you Don't
let the change rearrange you.
You know, I think it's best
you see the doctor,
- just to be on the safe side.
- Don't be daft.
It's like Monty said
It's age and stage.
Well, I'll pop this dress
downstairs,
and then I'll be off.
Before you ask,
it's all been sorted.
The energies are all wrong.
I've got a bad feeling
about all this.
Nonsense.
Right now the only fermented
drink you need is this.
[ Liquid pouring ]
Here's to tomorrow.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
CHARLES:
I think you have an admirer.
AGATHA:
Oh, I think you might be right.
No. Not him.
Him.
AGATHA: Oh, God help me.
Not him again.
Agatha!
I'm not being funny, but I was
absolutely tamping at first.
- Tamping?
- Angry. Extremely, apparently.
I'm not gonna lie.
Raging, I was.
But then I had a little word
with myself,
and I thought,
"Well, it was hilarious."
Did you?
Oh, I've been dying to meet you.
- Uh
- We're the same, me and you.
I can be a little bit tapped
myself, and a bit chopsy-like.
Oh, well, she's chopsy alright.
Anyway, fair dos.
Let's get a round in, shall we?
- Drinks are on me!
- [ Laughter ]
Now, then, I've got these lush
sashes for you all to wear.
There we go.
One for you.
One for you.
Anyway, partyyyyy!
[ Women screaming ]
- WOMAN: Whoo!
- WOMAN #2: Cheers!
[ French accent ] Sylvan Dubois.
- AGATHA: Oh.
- Friend of Eirwen's,
business associate
of her father.
I'm working with him on opening
an outdoor events site
in Nantes.
- Oh!
- CHARLES: Ah.
I introduced these two in Paris.
CHARLES: Ah, so it's all
down to you, is it?
So, tell me, it's all
very sudden, isn't it?
I mean, she's not, um, you know?
I mean, he's not just, you know,
doing the honorable thing,
is he?
- Charles!
- What?
Not at all.
I knew that it would be love
at first sight,
and I was right It was.
Cupid himself.
Sir Charles Fraith.
Oh.
Agatha Raisin.
Pleased to meet you.
Carsely's very own sexpot.
Oh, Charles, seriously,
is that the best you've got?
Yeah, sorry. I'm saving all
my best lines for the speech.
Ah, yes, theAgatha.
You and James were, uh
Over a very long time ago.
L'histoire!
[ Laughs ]
Ah, so you like history, too?
Eirwen has a PhD in it. That's
what brought her to Paris.
- You?
- Me?
No. History, no.
Probably more of a here and now,
just sort of, you know,
be in the moment,
that sort of thing.
- Charles? Yes?
- Absolutely.
Lovely, isn't she?
- CHARLES: Yes, she is.
- AGATHA: Yes, lovely.
I mean, who'd have thought it?
James bags himself
a wonderful woman, and
I couldn't be happier.
Mm.
[ Whispering indistinctly ]
[ Sighs ]
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Incoming at 2:00.
Quick, quick, quick.
CHARLES:
Let's get a drink.
Um
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- [ Laughter ]
- WOMAN: Oh, my God.
JAMES: That's the lot.
I can't wait till tomorrow.
Imagine Mrs. James Lacey.
Do you promise to stand by me,
James?
No matter what?
Till death do us part?
Of course I do.
Promise me, James.
Whatever happens.
- Do you promise?
- [ Cellphone chimes ]
Oh, your dad.
Still wanting our little chat.
Oh. Delete.
Now say you'll promise.
I promise.
What's this about?
I'm not a fan
of wedding day surprises.
Everything alright?
I'll tell you after the wedding.
Right!
This one's a banger!
DRUMMER: 1, 2, 3.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
Look, if this is about the whole
paintball splatty thing,
I'm sorry, okay?
It isn't.
I just thought I'd say hello.
Oh.
Hello.
[ Both chuckle ]
Everything all set
for tomorrow then?
I believe so.
Are you
okay with it?
You know what?
I am, yeah.
I mean, Eirwen's gorgeous
and lovely.
And what with
mad Mary "Misfortune" and me,
how did you pull that one off?
I don't know.
Lucky, I guess.
Well, it's nothing less
than you deserve.
This is your chance, James,
for lifelong happiness.
Just don't mess it up like
well, you know.
I won't.
I think I'm ready.
Thank you.
Well, there's no need
to thank me.
Just out of interest,
what are you thanking me for?
- For just being you.
- Oh.
For being there
after everything
we've been through.
The wedding that never was,
"honeymoon" in Cyprus.
Yeah, well, I think the less
said about that, the better.
We have been through rather
a lot, you and I, haven't we?
Whatever way you look at it.
I think maybe it was
preparing me for this moment.
Maybe I wasn't ready before.
To be honest, I wasn't sure
I was ever going to be.
And then Eirwen came along.
And you decided
to carpe that diem.
Exactly.
If you and I hadn't made a such
a pig's ear of everything,
I wouldn't be here now.
So thank you.
My pleasure.
[ Eirwen singing "Myfanwy" ]
[ Singing continues, footsteps ]
[ Singing continues ]
[ Click ]
[ Singing continues ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Blows ]
[ Chuckles ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Sighs ]
SARAH:
"We're gathered here today"
Oh.
[ Speaks indistinctly ]
Okay.
[ Breathes deeply ]
"Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today
to join this man
and this woman
in holy matrimony."
Oh! Aah!
Charles, what in God's name
are you doing?!
I have no idea.
I didn't marry anyone, did I?
Aw, my head is banging.
[ Laughs ]
That was a belting night,
though.
Oh, and you, Charles. All that
business with the wedding ring.
- Eh? What business?
- The trick you did.
Pretending to swallow the ring
and then using sleight of hand
at the last minute
to magic it away.
It was insane.
Charles, you didn't
swallow the ring, did you?
[ Scoffs ]
Of course not!
[ Chuckles nervously ]
TONI: Oh, yeah.
There was something else.
I can faintly remember
you mooning
and dancing
on the village green,
which might explain
the loss of your
- trousers.
- Trousers.
Oh, that'll serve you right
for playing kiss chase
with Mrs. Boggle.
[ Laughs ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Humming ]
Ta-da!
Happy day of wedding!
- Pull out the stopper.
- [ Cork pops ]
And let's have a whopper.
Time to say goodbye to
bachelor James and hello, wife!
So, tell me,
how are you feeling?
Excited? Anxious?
- Ah, lovely.
- AGATHA: Oh.
SHEILA: Thank you.
Bottoms up.
Morning, all!
Ready, willing, and able
and reporting for duty.
Good God!
Who dug you up?
And where are your trousers?
Absolutely no idea, but it's
perfectly fine because, uh
Mm.
'Cause a big part
of my role today
is to make James look good.
Oh, I think you're winning
by a distance on that score.
As long as you've got the ring.
That's all that matters.
Of course I have the ring.
It hasn't left my personage
all night.
Oh, I should have brought
more glasses.
We could have had
the wedding right here.
Charles!
I've got some bad news,
I'm afraid.
AGATHA: Yes, I know.
- Charles in charge equals chaos.
- No, it's
Goodness knows what his best
man speech is going to be like.
Agatha!
Oh.
BILL:
I'm so sorry, James.
There's been an incident.
Eirwen's been killed.
[ Gasps ]
- [ Police radio chatter ]
- This way.
BILL:
Any new developments?
AGATHA: Are you okay?
Trying to be.
[ Breathes deeply ]
Have to be.
OLIVIA: Oh.
- I'm so, so sorry.
- OLIVIA: Oh.
This is, uh Agatha.
She's a private investigator.
She helps solve murders.
Whoever did this to James
and, of course, to yourselves
must be brought to justice.
I couldn't agree more.
Whatever it takes.
I just [Sighs]
I don't understand.
Why would anyone want
to hurt Eirwen?
I have no idea.
I mean, had she fallen out
with anyone recently?
Did she have any enemies?
Of course not.
Not a bad bone in her body.
And how was Eirwen
within herself recently?
She was the happiest
I've ever seen her.
AGATHA: Did you notice
anything unusual at all?
I mean, anything.
Anything at all.
OLIVIA: No.
[ Gasps ]
Although I did notice
someone skulking near
the perimeter fence yesterday.
[ Voice breaking ]
Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's just the shock, I guess.
Not to mention these hot flushes
that are driving me mad.
The skulking man
Can you describe him at all?
He was wearing jeans
and a hoodie,
so I didn't get
a good look really.
AGATHA: Right, okay.
What about security footage?
MONTY: We don't have any
here at the house.
Only at the site really.
Hang on.
There was something.
Something she wanted
to tell me yesterday.
Said it could wait
till after we were married.
[ Liquid pouring ]
Any idea
what that may have been?
RHYS: Probably about
her track record, see?
AGATHA: Who are you?
And what track record
would that be?
Rhys is my son.
MONTY: And I suspect
he's referring to the fact
that Eirwen wasn't very good
at making it down the aisle.
RHYS:
She'd been jilted at the altar.
Twice before?
AGATHA: Really?
Did you know about this, James?
No.
Nothing.
She never mentioned it.
MONTY: That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
Make sure there was
no funny business this time.
So what's happened?
She done the jilting
this time then? [ Chuckles ]
She's been murdered.
RHYS: Huh.
You don't seem too bothered
about it, Rhys.
Do you mind telling me
where you were last night
and first thing this morning?
Um
I have absolutely no idea
whatsoever.
WILKES: [ Humming ]
- What have we got?
- Oh.
That's the head
and the body and the arms.
Now I'm just gonna do
a little bit more of the hair.
I meant, do we know
what happened to Eirwen?
Oh, that. Mm
Oh, gunshot wound to the back.
Now watch and learn.
From the position the body fell,
I'd say the murderer
was stood here.
Too close.
Or here?
Possibly here?
Or behind that plant.
Mm.
We'll need the names and
addresses of both her exes,
- obviously.
- Why didn't she tell me?
Well, I guess she didn't want
to put ideas into your head,
or you'd think bad of her.
No, nothing could be further
from my mind.
I would never jilt anyone at
She could have told me.
Why do you think her exes called
it off at the last minute?
We don't know for sure.
We never really got to
the bottom of it, did we, Monty?
Disappeared faster than rats
deserting a sinking ship,
they did.
Tell me, what's the deal with
Captain Santa Pants out there?
Not exactly rending his
undergarments in grief, is he?
Rhys is Rhys.
Law unto himself, that one.
OLIVIA: He means well.
He's just a little bit
too laid-back for his own good.
He's identifying as
an abstract artist these days.
One word for it.
How did the "abstract artist"
get along with his sister?
Stepsister.
Monty and Olivia
only got together
- five years ago, didn't you?
- That's right.
Rhys is mine
from my first marriage.
I'll get those addresses
that you need.
Karim Khan owns a restaurant,
and Paul Abbasi
works for a bank, I think.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
This is definitely from whence
the fatal shot was fired.
We've found the smoking gun.
As in the mysterious,
shadowy clue
that will lead me inexorably
to the murderer?
BILL:
No, as in the murder weapon.
It's a gun with smoke residue
'round its nozzle.
It's in the greenhouse
'round the back.
- [ Door opens ]
- WILKES: Aah!
[ Thud ]
Design fault.
[ Clears throat ]
What kept you?
Don't shoot the messenger,
but we're a man down. Charles.
Hangover from hell
has kicked in.
Listen, I have had hangovers
where my hair hurts.
I have no sympathy.
Now, I want you to talk
to these people,
see if anyone saw anything,
heard anything, comings, goings,
-toings, froings
-Yeah, will do.
- Has anyone checked her diary?
- What?
TONI: Well, she had her diary
with her in the pub.
- Really?
- Yeah, she saw me looking at it,
and she didn't look too happy.
Very well observed!
We need to get hold of that.
I'm just gonna take
five minutes.
AGATHA: No, you won't.
Come on, step to it.
Time is of the essence.
Go, go, go.
TONI: Alright, alright.
James.
- I'm so sorry.
- JANE: Oh, my goodness!
Who would do such a thing?!
[ Gasps ]
It's unbelievable.
Who's that, and what
the qu'est-que-ce-que-ça-que-ce
is she doing with the Frenchman?
JAMES: That's Jane.
Jane Walters.
She's the help
and general factotum.
I beg your pardon?
Housekeeper.
Salt of the earth
and all-'round good egg.
Ah. Mm. Factotum.
Oh, my dear Lord, James.
Oh!
I have no words.
Which is unusual for me
'cause I'm a talker.
It's just utterly dreadful.
You must be Agatha.
I mean, we've had a couple of
false starts wedding-wise,
- but this
- AGATHA: About that.
Did you get to meet
any of James' predecessors?
JANE:
No, none of us did.
Eirwen never brought them home.
I don't think Monty approved.
Then again, Monty
doesn't approve of anyone.
Did Eirwen seem okay
to you recently?
JANE:
Oh, my sweetheart, yes.
Absolutely besotted, she was.
I've never seen her happier.
Elle etait follement
amoureuse de toi.
That's very sweet of you to say.
Yeah, that's
absolutely very sweet.
Well, I best get in. Olivia's
nerves will be shattered.
Bless her,
she's been struggling lately.
God knows
what this will do to her.
What did he say?
That Eirwen was
madly in love with me.
Ah.
So the caterers and florists
weren't there at the time
of the murder.
And Olivia Jones confirms
that the diary
went everywhere with Eirwen,
but doesn't know
where it is now.
That diary, it could reveal
a whole host of personal truths.
We really need to find it.
But check with Jane whatsit, see
if she knows its whereabouts.
What with her
being Miss Obi-Wan-Factotum
and all that.
Right, okay, suspects.
Where did you get those?
I just What?
Just a few bits that I picked up
along the way,
you know, as one does.
Right, anyway, let's start
with the ex-fiancés.
Karim Khan.
Paul Abbasi.
Now, we have
their work addresses,
so that is where we will start.
That will be
our first port of call.
Stepbrother.
Hippie-dippie,
horny-horse, arty-farty Rhys.
Clearly not that close to Eirwen
because he barely flinched
when he heard about her death,
plus he is
a shifty piece of shiftiness.
Right. The Frenchman.
He knows Eirwen, and he is way
too good-looking for my liking.
TONI: He's way too smooth.
He's way too charming.
He's defo got an eye
for the ladies.
Speaking of ladies, is, uh
Is Charles here yet?
Yes, never mind about Charles.
We're talking about him.
Who is he?
What do we know about him?
Hmm. Right.
Jane.
All-'round good egg, apparently.
Big personality and, uh,
a little bit too close
to the Frenchman, methinks.
Right, anybody else?
Hmm.
The parents, I guess?
- The parents.
- Surely not.
James, someone has killed the
woman you were about to marry.
We cannot rule anyone out.
Now, how how do we get in
with the parents?
I don't know. Sheila gets on
very well with them.
Great idea. Sheila can get in
with the parents
because she gets right
under people's skin
and right up their noses.
Okay, any more for any more
WILKES:
No need for any more of that.
We're here to make an arrest,
and it gives me
no great pleasure
to tell you that the murderer
- is in this very room.
- [ Laughs ]
WILKES:
"Who is it," you may ask.
And I may answer
- j'accuse!
- [ Sighs ]
Wait, Jack who?
Hey! Wait a minute!
Even by your own astounding
standards of police work,
this is utter nonsense.
- Thank you very much.
- [ Handcuffs clicking ]
AGATHA: Seriously, though,
based on what evidence?
Well, actually, an eyewitness
claims they saw James
at the window
outside Eirwen's bedroom,
from which she was shot.
Yeah, have that, Lacey cakes.
Oh, it's nice.
Who made those?
Mrs. Boggle.
- Just get out!
- [ Choking ]
Did she
[ Loudly ]
So, according to Monty,
the guy who runs this place,
Karim Khan
Alright, can you
dial it down a bit, Agatha?
Well, he was engaged to Eirwen
about 18 months ago.
Thoughts!
Or is your gin-soaked brain
too delicate to cope?
Well, I'm not a fan already.
Far too much juson the menu.
Fair-to-middling
- trying to be Michelin.
- Oh, come on.
Ah! Mr. Khan.
KARIM: Not that fat-fingered
culinary numbskull.
I'm theKarim Khan
and this waste of space
should be in the kitchen
prepping asparagus,
unless he wants to lose those
teeth he's spent a fortune on!
Go! Go, go, go!
- It's all about the bantz.
- [ Agatha chuckles ]
Keep 'em on their toes.
How can I help?
If it's a booking,
I'm afraid I don't have
anything before 2:30.
AGATHA: It's not actually.
It's, uh
It's about Eirwen Jones.
Ah, Little Miss Heiress herself.
How is she?
She's
Sorry.
Did you say "heiress"?
Well, when I knew her,
there was talk of her
getting a share
in the family firm.
So? How is she?
Dead, I'm afraid.
Murdered, in fact,
and we just wondered
if you knew anything about that.
'Course not.
Why would I?
Well, she was due
to get married,
and we understand
that was something
that you were planning to do
with her at one point.
Just wondered why
you called it off.
What business is that of yours?
CHARLES: Well, it might be of
some relevance, you know,
jealous former lover,
that sort of thing.
With a bit of a temper.
Listen, I haven't seen Eirwen
since we broke it off.
And I don't take kindly
to people
swanning into my restaurant
and accusing me of murder!
So if you don't mind,
there's the door!
You can shut it on your way out!
The manager remembered Eirwen,
but says her ex, Paul Abbasi,
quit suddenly six months ago
and didn't leave
a forwarding address.
No one knows where he is.
- Are you okay?
- What?
Yeah, yeah.
Just makes you think,
doesn't it?
Here today, gone tomorrow.
One of us could get hit by a bus
any second.
Or we could just
cross the road sensibly.
I can't help feeling for James.
I mean, one minute, your future
in front of you,
and then the next,
it's gone, just like that.
I guess we've just got to live
for today. Make it count.
I imagine that's why James
grabbed his moment with Eirwen.
You don't want to get married,
do you?
Me?
No.
- You?
- Oh, God, no!
I mean, can you imagine
spending the rest of your life
with the same person?
I can't say I've given it
much thought.
Yeah, me neither.
I mean, leave it
to the oldies, eh?
It's just a bit of paper
anyway, innit?
- Right.
- I mean, of course,
it totally depends
on meeting The One.
The One?
Whoever The One is.
I guess.
We should We should get back.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh. Car's that way.
AGATHA:
Oh, don't worry, Sarah.
I'm sure there'll be
other weddings.
Oh, I know.
I was just so looking forward
to this one.
For James, if nothing else.
- I'm so sorry.
- [ Sheila sighs ]
Well, I take it James hasn't
been able to convince Wilkes
of his innocence yet, then?
Not yet, but common sense
will prevail.
Eventually.
AGATHA: Well, he is still
a person of interest,
and it does beg the question
What was he doing outside her
window in the wee small hours?
Probably nerves.
Only natural in the light
of previous incidents.
Oh, water under the bridge,
Sheila.
Oh, water under the bridge.
Late night, was it?
- It was, actually.
- AGATHA: Mm.
So where did you end up, then?
Nowhere.
Just a little nightcap.
Wasn't a crime
the last time I looked.
Hm, life in the old dog yet, eh?
- [ Compact snaps ]
- No joy on Paul Abbasi.
Quit his job six months ago,
no forwarding address,
but we're looking into him.
- How did you get on?
- Well, we crossed swords
with quick-tempered Karim.
Charles spoke
to one of his cronies
who runs The Fiddlers
and said that he's all [Mutters]
All mouth and no trousers.
But what his big mouth didsay
was that Eirwen was gonna get
shares in the family business.
Hmm. I wonder what
the stepbrother made of that.
Probably not much.
Rhys and Monty aren't close.
Monty certainly doesn't want him
anywhere near the business.
And you know this how?
I-Instinct.
Hmm.
Well, I prefer "nosy," but
So, if Monty was about
to cut in Eirwen
It is his daughter, after all
That would give Rhys a motive.
Okay, I need to go
and talk to Rhys.
So any other little pearls
you might want to share
with us about the Joneses?
Not really.
Just that they only met
five years ago,
moved here from Wales last year
to set up Go Nuts.
Got the impression it wasn't
really Eirwen's thing.
No?
Not the outdoorsy type,
I suppose.
But I reckon she's the type
that would write
anything down in a journal.
We need to find that diary.
AGATHA: Yes, we do!
So I want you to go
to the manor house,
have a little bit of a snoop
around, see if you can find it.
And would you just try
and distract Olivia and Monty?
Well, of course I can,
if it means helping my brother.
Oh, I'll come with you.
Nothing else to do
now there's no wedding.
Oh
So, let me get this straight.
Your parents live in
a big old fancy house,
and you live here
on a little boat.
I prefer the company
of the roach.
They come here
in their hundreds, they do.
- Keep me calm.
- Very poetic.
Fancy the life of
the impoverished artist, do we?
RHYS:
Prefer the peace and quiet.
Only agreed to stay
at the manor last night
because of the wedding
that wasn't.
So where were you
first thing this morning
when Eirwen was shot?
In bed, obviously.
Obviously.
And can anyone vouch for that?
Nope.
Oh, hang on a sec.
Maybe.
There was someone, I think.
I can't really remember,
to be honest.
Very convenient.
So, tell me, you and Eirwen
have known each other
for five years, is that right?
Not even that.
She wasn't around to begin with.
She was off traveling when
Monty and Mam got together.
She tipped up about
six months later,
a few months
after they got married.
The apple of her father's eye.
Is that why he was thinking
about giving her
a share in the company?
Didn't know he was.
Is that a fact?
Yep, it is.
You need to ask him.
Well, I'm asking you.
You can't have been very happy
giving over a great big portion
of the company
to your stepsister?
[ Scoffs ] I've never been
bothered by all that stuff.
Not my thing, really.
I prefer to lose myself in art
and fishing, see?
I'm getting another beer.
Do you fancy one?
No, thank you.
Are you expecting company?
There's a rather
dubious-looking character
lurking at about 12:00.
Or 10 past 12:00.
I suppose it depends
on the way you're standing.
Over your left shoulder.
Over there. Look. Look.
Jeans and a hoodie.
Any idea who he could be?
Not a clue.
Only one way to find out,
though.
- Jeans and a hoodie
- Hiya!
AGATHA: Wait! Hey!
Hey!
Sorry, sorry. Oh.
- [ Grunts ]
- Wait, wait!
- What are you doing?!
- Look.
[ Indistinct arguing ]
I got him! Got him!
Right, you
You better start talking.
Name!
Paul. Paul Abbasi.
Ohh, the second fiancé.
Nice to meet you.
Agatha Raisin.