Agatha Raisin (2016) s04e03 Episode Script

1 I'm gonna find her.
Agatha! Agatha! What are you doing? Rescuing Agatha! Fire's in there.
It's a sign.
Yes, I count at least six.
No, not that sort of sign, Charles.
The sort my boss uses.
Oh, right, him.
I mean, why would anyone want to build a casino in Snoth.
It's hardly Monte Carlo, is it? Oy! Shut up! You can't stop no stupid interfering gits! It's evolution! Progress! - We don't want you - Power to the people! Yeah! Power to the people! This isn't Vegas.
We don't want Come along, Che Guevara.
Let's go see how Agatha's doing.
So you're telling me that after seeing Mr.
Weldon's body in the lobby, you were attacked by a bear? Of course I'm not.
I was knocked out by someone in a bear costume.
I've been doing some digging, Mrs.
Raisin.
Murder seems to follow you around.
Well, I'm afraid it comes with the job.
16 years I've been policing Snoth, and murder-wise, we'd amassed a big fat null points till you got here.
Well, in that case, I think you're going to need my help to investigate it then, aren't Will you stop doing that.
Sorry.
I mean, my wife put them on a hot wash.
Why were you in the victim's room after the fire alarm went off? Remove this flagrant abuse of human rights, and maybe, just maybe we can talk.
Not while you remain a suspect and a flight risk.
Answer the question.
The door was open.
I was checking to make sure everyone had got out.
Bullchop, a.
k.
a.
, I don't believe you.
Oh, my head hurts again.
I'm not sure I'm strong enough to do this right now.
Would you mind? Come on, Janet.
I saw Harry Beam in a teddy bear costume yesterday.
Is that the dishy receptionist? He's not that dishy.
No, my instinct tells me it wasn't Harry who attacked me.
- What about Brian? - Ooh, or Chelsea? I had eyes on Chelsea the entire time.
She didn't leave the dining room till the fire alarm went off.
Which was after Wayne was killed.
Right, listen, when I went into Wayne's room the second time, that room had been ransacked.
It sounds like the killer was looking for the stolen jewelry, too.
Well, he probably got the key off Wayne on the stairs, where we found the slider.
He'd have put up a fight.
Though not necessarily a very effective one.
So did the killer intend to murder this Wayne chap, or was it just about gaining access to his room? Well, listen to this.
Bill told me that Ronnie Black had brutally attacked two fellow inmates.
And he was released from prison a fortnight ago.
- So surely he's up there - Hold that thought! Sorry, so much been going on that I'd almost forgot about this.
I couldn't get into my writing yesterday, so I did some investigating.
This is Ronnie Black at his trial.
Hold on.
I think I recognize him.
Silver car, lurking outside the hotel the day we arrived.
Black fluffy dice hanging from his rear-view mirror! Very retro.
- Whoa.
- Oh, okay, you need to rest.
Yeah, she's right, Agatha.
Come on.
Okay, okay, Nurse Ratched, you win.
Have a word with Harry.
You two, see what you can find out about Ronnie Black and his fluffy dice.
So you don't get bored.
Hi there.
Sir Charles Fraith.
Pleasure to meet you, Ms.
Shaw.
How can I help you gentlemen? We're looking for Harry.
Well, that makes three of us.
He should've started work an hour ago.
And he's not answering his phone.
Could we have his address? I I know it's terribly cheeky of us, but it's super important that we speak with him.
Okay.
Have you seen this man? No dice.
You reckon the killer set off the fire alarm? Well, I mean, it makes sense.
Probably heard me scream.
Figured Wayne's body had been found pretty sharpish and wanted the hotel emptied while they looked for the jewelry.
Note to self no more weird freak outs when confronted by the dead.
I mean, what on earth possessed you to bring a woman like Agatha to a place like Snot-on-Sea? Snoth's history is a big part of my new book.
Some people find the town charming.
You really don't know her at all, do you, Lacey? Give me that.
Hello.
Yes, this is she.
Now you want to talk to me, do you? Oh, okay, okay.
Well, I will be down in 15 minutes.
Okay, just, just That was Brian Jankers.
Wants to talk to me.
Got something important to tell me.
What about your head? Oh, it's fine.
100 percent better now.
Probably just low blood sugar.
Look, here we go.
All sorted.
Ting! One wobble, and it's back to bed.
Jimmy and Manolo really would not approve.
I'm gonna get changed in the bathroom.
Would you call that silver or grey? Dark slate.
Oh, look! An ice cream van.
Roy! We're in the middle of a manhunt.
Yeah, so we show the sketch to the ice cream man, or woman.
You never know, Ronnie Black might have fancied a Mr.
Whippy.
I left my, uh, bear costume in the staff room.
So, I guess the killer must have swiped it.
Do many people have access? Well, it's rarely locked, so, yes, lots.
How come you're not at work? Marcia relies on me a bit too heavily.
I just needed a day off.
Saveloy? Hangover cure of the gods.
No thanks.
Think I should go lolly or cone? Roy! He's seen him! - When? - Just now! He said he went that way.
Yeah.
Obviously running a bit late.
Twelve o'clock.
Look.
That's our boy.
Hello.
We've located the bandit.
The bandit? Oh! The Bandit, yes! Uh, where? - Snoth Pier.
- He's aged quite a bit.
Shhh! He's on the move.
We're following him.
Listen, you keep your distance.
The man is dangerous.
The Bandit has entered The Palace.
Coast is clear.
You go.
He's heading down to the basement.
We'll follow him.
Over and out.
Right.
I need you to stay here and wait for Brian Jankers.
I don't even know what he looks like.
Put upon.
And angry about it.
That's it? Yes, that's it.
I'm just waiting for someone.
Shh! He went in there.
What am I supposed to do with this? You could use that as a helmet.
Oh, moody.
Spread out.
Really? Look where we are.
It reeks of the last place you'll ever see.
Whereas there's safety in numbers.
You'll be fine.
You have a bucket.
Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh! Mr.
Black? Ronnie? The Bandit is here! Whoa! At least this time it wasn't a guest.
Still won't do your Trip Advisor score any favors.
Come on, Janet.
Casino it is then.
Viva Las Snoth.
That is a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife.
As used by The Royal Marines.
Archie? Well, we had a poke around down there, and the lock mechanism on the staff side door has been glued open.
And I came in that way yesterday.
So it's been messed with since then.
Well, do you think may be the killer glued it in order for Ronnie Black to get in? I noticed something else odd.
I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for this.
But I went to tell Marcia why I wasn't at work today, but I couldn't find her.
- What time was this? - Half past 1:00.
I checked my watch.
At exactly the time the killer was in the basement.
I waited at reception, and when she returned, she seemed agitated.
And and her shoes were dusty.
- The basement? - The basement? Normally she's very particular about her appearance.
You're not seriously suggesting that the fragrant Marcia murdered that oafish thug of an ex-con, are you? Did Marcia know about your bear costume? Yes.
All the staff do.
And Mr.
Miller.
He made fun of me for wearing it in the gym.
Oh! Terry Miller.
He seems to be hanging around this hotel an awful lot, doesn't he? Does Miller drive a white Range Rover with private number plates? He does.
Oh, well, he at least looks capable of tossing someone over a balustrade and of being handy with a knife.
Right, gentlemen, I need you to go on a little excursion for me, up the coast.
Well, I can't go, can I? Mind if we borrow Marilyn? Be kind to her.
Sorry.
Okay, I'll get it.
Oh, it's only Bill.
Where is she? What are you doing here, Bill? Well, you're hurt.
Where else am I gonna be? I'm okay.
I'm just a bit shaken up, is all.
Look, I'm really proud of you, but please be careful.
Did you get a look at the killer's face? Nope.
I had my back to whoever shoved me.
I've got no idea what they look like.
It's good you came, Bill.
I feel we need all hands on deck now.
What are you wearing? Can I take your order? Yeah, um, I'd like a glass of champa - Oh, it's you.
- It is.
Yeah, um, I'm sorry I didn't turn up before.
I, um I had a migraine.
Right.
That'll be all the stress, Brian.
Yeah, I was gonna call you after I'd eaten.
You said you had something important to tell me.
I do.
Our honeymoon wasn't meant to be in Snoth.
We had planned to go to Paris, but a fortnight ago, Geraldine changed the plans.
Why did she do that? Well, she did mention that, um that she wanted to go back to her roots.
So, do you think that this sudden change of destination had something to do with the murders? The day we arrived, Geraldine was on her phone, and I overheard her calling the person on the other end "Tam.
" What, Tam as in Tammy, short for Tamsin? Actually, it seemed like she was talking to a man.
So, I asked her about this Tam.
And she said it was just an old school mate.
And then just changed the subject.
The fact that my wife didn't say she was an old school friend just increased my suspicion.
Right, so you think, she was maybe having an affair.
- No.
- Mr.
Jankers, had a lover in Snoth? Well, if she did, I hope they had a better time in bed than me and her.
- Oh, God! - I need a drink now.
I think there's a waiter round here somewhere.
- Champagne, right? - Yeah.
In her memory.
Of course.
She loved a glass of fizz.
Bless him.
What do your tattoos mean? "Never Forget.
" My parents died when I was young.
Reminds me they were here.
Did Wayne ever mention stolen jewelry, armed robbery? No.
Is my necklace from the robbery? It might well be.
Oh, am I gonna have to give it back? Maybe.
Probably best not to wear it until all this is sorted.
It's the nicest thing Wayne's ever given me.
How long had you known him? Six and a bit months.
We met at a bar, not on Tinder.
Wayne said it was fate what brought us together, on account of me being a Chelsea.
What? That's his team.
Well, it was his team.
Sorry.
Sorry, excuse me.
It's okay.
It's open.
- Hello.
- Mrs.
Raisin.
The owners are not happy.
Three murders now.
Well, we are working on it.
Where were you at 1:30 p.
m.
today? I was inspecting one of the outbuildings rodent issues.
Was Geraldine originally from Snoth? Is that how you two knew each other? Yeah, she lived here till she was 18, then moved to London.
But you managed to keep in touch? She'd make contact every few years, send a Christmas card, or call me late at night when she was in between husbands and feeling lonely.
Would you mind if I took a tiny little peek in your safe, please? Tiny bit of a problem.
After the second murder, I changed the password.
It seemed like a sensible thing to do.
I wrote it in my notebook, and now I can't find the bloody thing.
I'm hoping it'll turn up before I have to get a locksmith in to to drill it.
So Geraldine never asked you to put anything in there when she arrived for safekeeping? No, no.
- No? - No.
No.
Okay, well, you can tell the owners that we are inching our way closer.
Thank you.
Just just one more thing before I go.
You don't happen to know someone called Tam, do you? Lives around here, friend of Geraldine, could be a man.
No, sorry.
Okay.
Merci.
D'rien.
Leave me alone! You shouldn't have done that.
Is this your Fairbairn-Sykes? My Fairbairn-Sykes disappeared a month after my father's gold lighter vanished.
Did you ever mention this to anyone? The knife? You're joking, no.
Not after Geraldine was so angry at me for accusing Wayne the first time.
Yes! I think you're missing some balls, Bill.
English Billiards only uses three, apparently.
Charles explained the rules to me once.
To be honest, my mind drifted.
- Fair.
- Agatha? Yes? How did Chelsea respond when you asked her about her necklace? Oh, she didn't hesitate.
She also wanted to know if it was hot or not.
- I think Marcia was lying.
- Yep.
About losing the safe code.
Would make sense putting the jewelry in there, if Mrs.
Jankers did bring it with her to Snoth.
So is Marcia slyly hanging on to the jewelry now that Geraldine and Wayne are dead? Or is she, in fact, the killer? Okay, this thing! This thing is officially driving me nuts! I can't even think straight! There has to be ways to take them off.
Bolt cutters and a bucket of water.
And you know that how? An ex-boyfriend.
Wiltshire's Young offender of the year of 2017.
Usually best not to ask, Bill.
Oh.
Sorry.
Uh, I'm interrupting.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no problem.
No, I was just after some chairs for Viva Las Vegas.
But I can come back later.
No come on in.
Don't be shy.
Get the chairs, get the chairs.
Thank you.
What is it, Harry? Uh, would you mind if I No, go on.
Terry? Hm.
Adam Miller.
Hm.
Um, "TAM" is also an acronym for "Trouble At Mill.
" His private number plate "Trouble.
" Nice! I like puzzles.
Um, and also I saw his middle name on the planning notice, so.
How well do you know Terry Miller? Outside of the hotel, not at all.
But I've heard things, of course.
Just rumors down the pub about how he made his money.
But, um, you know what people are like, I'm sure it's all cobblers.
- Oh, come on! - Go on! Okay, so, uh, my friend's dad, who's a bit dodgy, reckons that Miller was into laundering money and that's how he financed his first big property development.
- So, Piers, Archie's Fairburn - Shh, shh, shh, shh.
According to the PNC, Terry Miller was arrested 15 years ago in Snoth for handling stolen goods, but the case never made it to court.
Why not? All the evidence went missing.
Who was the arresting officer? Says here DS Martin Barret? Coincidence! Reckon he's a bent copper? Well, it would certainly explain a few things.
Indeed.
In that case, I think it might be time to get rid of this little chap.
Oh, I'll see if the hotel's got bolt cutters.
Okay.
Ooh.
Right, Roy's in position on the stairs in case Barret sends in the SWAT team.
'Cause this might not be 100% effective.
You tell me this now.
You ready? Yes, I'm ready.
Yes! Need any help in here? No, thank you.
You might not want to see this.
It'll help you maintain plausible deniability.
Good call.
Carry on.
Oh, God, what now?! You sounded anxious.
Just look away like you're having an injection.
I'll be fine.
You might want to turn around, though.
Just in case this all goes pear shaped, don't want you having to lie to the police.
I can always take a short vow of silence.
Come on.
Yes! Whoa, whoa, whoa, make sure that stays underwater.
Aah! Oh, the thing, not me foot! Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, yes! Right, we need to get the boys some dinner suits.
Well, mine's in the car.
So, I'm sorted.
'Course it is, Charles.
It's Viva Las Vegas time, people! Whoo-hoo! Double or nothing Ready to roll Double or nothing Baby, let's go I'm laying it on the line And I'm playing to win Hoping it I don't take it on the chin Double or nothing Letting it ride One of us should play with them.
See how good they are at lying.
Well, Sarah's the pro card sharp.
The thing is I've promised to give up.
Oh, alright, alright.
Hangin' on my arm I ain't got a system I've just got a rhythm Watch what I do with them When I roll them both Double or nothing, ready to fall Sorry about the pocket rockets.
Don't be.
You were dealt the better hand.
Okay, ladies, big blind, small blind.
And I'm taking my shot So come on and show me what you've got, hey Oh, you're feeling lucky, baby Yes, I am Well, look at all those pretty diamonds.
I fold.
Oh, that's it right there We needed this tonight.
Now let's see what you high rollers have got.
Show me what you got, baby Oh, nut flush.
Guess diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Last bets.
- Thank you.
- Cutting it fine, Sir Charles.
Adds to the buzz, don't you find? They call it the devil's game, you know? Roulette.
Oh, I see.
Why? The numbers add up to 666.
And the inventor supposedly sold his soul to you know who.
Rather easy to do I imagine.
Oh? What's he doing here? Did he mention anything to you about coming tonight? No.
So, if we buy that Wayne stole the knife from Archie, the question becomes, who took it from Wayne? And when it was taken.
If it was before or after he climbed his last flight of stairs.
Oh, don't those two look chummy.
Very.
Not sure I'd have let tonight go ahead if I were the police.
No.
Maybe Terry twisted his arm.
Oh, God! Don't! It's the best I could do.
Harry very kindly sourced it from lost property.
Okay.
Right.
I need you to keep tabs on Archie.
The other gentleman in fancy dress, over at the Black Jack table.
If the killer is here tonight, he or she may strike again.
So Okay.
Roy? Yeah? Do you come with a vase? - Oops, sorry.
- Sorry.
Whoa! You look amazing.
- Really? - Yeah.
You don't look to bad yourself, by the way.
Thanks.
Um I was just gonna say the strap's loose, that's probably why.
Let me get that for you.
Oops, sorry.
You okay? How we doing? Good, good, good.
Right.
All enjoying Viva Las Vegas at The Palace? - Yay! Whoo! - Good, good.
So tonight, we've been raising a ton of money for the Army Benevolent Fund, showing the locals what it would be like to have a Crescendo Casino in our town, where the fun would be 24/7.
Hey! Whoo, whoo! Now I'd like to thank Mr.
Max Hopkins, CEO of Crescendo Casinos, for kindly covering the cost of this evening.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- Max.
Now, we'll be here all night answering any questions you've got about the developments.
And I personally will be around for the free champagne breakfast, which I know a lot of you lot will be sticking around for! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! - Get them out! - We don't want your casino! Get them out! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! Get out! We don't want your casino! We don't want your casino! Ooh.
Apologies, apologies.
Can we not get them out? The peaceful protestors, I mean.
Now, good evening, everyone.
I am Agatha, Agatha Raisin, private detective and guest at this hotel.
Now, I wanted to raise something which I thought was rather relevant.
And then I promise you can all go back to enjoying yourselves.
Can I have the microphone, please? I just wanted to check that due diligence had been done to ensure that all the main players of this casino project do not have a criminal background.
Because, obviously, casinos can attract money laundering gangs.
And as we all know, that would be wildly inappropriate to have anyone with connections to that kind of organization being instrumental in this development.
Give me that! People like Terry Miller.
Whose number plate even spells "Trouble.
" Oh, and look at that.
It would appear that our local CID don't want to hang around to be put on the spot and questioned about Terry Miller's criminal past.
I wonder why.
You might've stalled the casino, but you've also made yourself a lifelong enemy of Terry Miller! I think he knew Geraldine.
What sort of stolen goods did you arrest him for handling? Was it jewelry? Oh, I think the big wigs want a word with you, Big Boy! Hey, look! Hey! I want my tag back! Agatha, where are you? I'm outside Miller's development on Captains Row.
Wait for us.
I think he's going to torch the place.
Look, I've got to go.
This is all your fault.
Well, that's a bit harsh.
Max Hopkins cancelled a contract for me to build the casino.
So you're gonna burn the building down for the insurance money, are you? Well, some of us have got debts.
That contract was the only thing keeping the Crescendo bosses from breaking every bone in my body.
Oh, losing streak at the tables, was it? Your friend Geraldine called you last week, didn't she? Tam? And asked you to fence the stolen jewelry.
And you think I killed her for it? Well, you owe a lot of money to the wrong sort of people.
Look, I've done loads of things that I'm not proud of, but I've never killed a friend.
You know, there is still a way out of this.
Well He's got a nail gun! Not the velvet! Seriously? Did we win? Hello? Make sure you investigate him properly this time, or I'm gonna kick up one hell of a fuss.
Like you did at Viva Las Vegas? Oh, that was me just shaking the tree to see what fell out.
This would be far, far worse.
Look, you're right, he's got form with back-handers and maybe even money laundering.
But he's also got a rock solid alibi for the night of Geraldine Jankers' murder.
He was with you? Bingo.
Not literally of course.
We were night fishing.
Four other local anglers will confirm that.
Always make a habit of getting pally with everyone you've arrested, do you? It's a small town.
Sometimes we have to let the past be the past.
Let the past be the past.
Not everyone can do that, you know? Tricky, most of us need to "delete history" at some point.
I think we have been looking at this case all wrong.
What if it's not about the jewelry.
What if it's more about the armed robbery itself, hmm? Right, look up, uh, Carter's of Chiswick.
There we go.
Right.
"A body fished from the River Thames has been identified as Donald Carter.
The coroner ruled it as death by misadventure, noting that he'd been walking home along the river after drinking heavily at a local pub.
" Then it mentions that his wife died six months before of a heart attack and them selling the jewelry store after a terrifying armed raid.
Chelsea lost her parents when she was young.
She's got these Chinese symbol tattoos on her arm.
She told me that they meant "never forget.
" What do the symbols look like? I saw them.
I'll draw them for you.
As we were playing poker, Brian joked that diamonds really are a girl's best friend, and that seemed to really upset Chelsea.
That's not right.
Uh, I spent some time in Shanghai.
I don't think that says "never forget.
" Bill, can you take a look at this? I'm from Stroud.
Don't ask me.
It says "never forgive.
" Could this be Chelsea? Change the hair, and, yeah.
Yes, it could be.
We need to find her.
The bathroom - is literally there.
- Oh.
- Mister - Mister - Will you play with us? - Will you play with us? Letting kids roam around a hotel.
I mean, where are the parents? You can see them? Um, yeah.
Come on, girls.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
No.
Oh, you smell of sick.
I'm sorry.
Last man standing, eh, Mr.
Jankers? Geraldine would've enjoyed casino night.
The glamour.
The excitement.
The money.
Where's Chelsea? She went down to The Pier.
Shh! Do you hear that? Is that the jewelry Ronnie Black took from your parents at gunpoint, Samantha? He killed them.
Not right there in the store, but that's what he did.
So this is all about payback, then? Ronnie Black needed to be held accountable.
So did Geraldine.
She knew he was gonna rob Carter's.
Wave a sawn-off shotgun in their faces.
Did she try and stop him? No.
The money grabbing bitch encouraged him.
That psycho took it all! Oh, get this off me! So when Ronnie Black got locked up for armed robbery, Geraldine went back to where she knew he'd hidden the jewelry, helped herself, and then promptly divorced him.
She wasn't a "stand by your man" type.
So it would appear.
But why wait until now to try and sell it? Because when he went down, Geraldine knew The Flying Squad was still watching her.
The longer she put off fencing it, the less chance there'd be that she'd be discovered.
I see.
But Ronnie Black's illness meant that he got released years earlier than expected.
I'm guessing Mrs.
Jankers got you to lock the jewelry in there while she waited for Terry Miller to take it off her hands.
The safe, yeah, but she didn't mention him, or that it was stolen.
Neither did we.
The stolen part I mean.
Oh! I can see why you've been keeping schtum about it.
Planning a long trip away somewhere sunny, are you? But how did Ronnie Black know that his ex-wife was in Snoth looking to flog his 24-carat pension? I tipped him off.
Anonymous text.
How did you get his number? For two years, I was Ronnie's prison pen pal.
Though he thought he was corresponding with Chelsea Davis.
Not Samantha Carter.
Very clever.
And then one day he he told me about his medical symptoms, and I just knew.
Despite his violent past, it was only a matter of time before he'd be released.
And that was when and why you got to know Wayne, as a way in with his mother.
Yeah.
Then when I knew Ronnie was about to get set free, I made sure Geraldine found out.
Prompting her to contact Miller.
But seducing Wayne? And having to be his girlfriend for six long months.
That was a sacrifice.
Though ultimately one that paid off.
By strangling his mum? With my scarf.
Sorry about that.
I just couldn't resist picking it up and using it.
And then what? You got Ronnie Black to kill Wayne for you, by making him think it was he who had all the jewelry.
To be honest, I wasn't sure how that would play out.
Oh.
No harm in parading it around the hotel, is there? After Geraldine's murder, just to make sure that everyone knew that it was from Wayne.
My dad said it paid to advertise.
It's good you figured it out.
It's better that people understand.
No! No! No! No! Help! Help! Someone help! Help! Let me go! I have a confession to make.
I got you here under false pretenses.
Oh, okay, James, listen.
You and I are never gonna work You misunderstand me.
Not for romantic reasons.
But for superstitious ones.
I wanted things to be as they were when I wrote my first book.
Because "The Battle of Titley's Knob" was so successful in America.
To everyone's surprise.
Including mine.
I'm not sure I can do it again.
So I'm your lucky charm? Do you mind? No, gosh, absolutely not.
In fact, um, I'm rather relieved.
Thank you.
Thank you, madam.
It's on the house.
Well, that's extremely kind, Lloyd.
- Miss Raisin.
- Yes? Your luggage has been brought down.
Thank you, Harry.
Just just a sec.
Tell me, what exactly are your plans? Uh, well, I'm due to start Uni in the autumn, but the hotel owners just offered me the job of junior manager.
Ms.
Shaw has been let go.
So someone's recognized your potential then.
Or realized that I'm the only one who can work the reservations system.
Either way, I'm kind of undecided, so.
Well, uh, just in case you ever fancy becoming a private detective, seeing as you like puzzles.
Cool.
Uh, thank you.
Safe travels.
Well, it would appear that the coffee is on the house, courtesy of Lloyd.
Exactly who is Lloyd?