Agatha Raisin (2016) s04e06 Episode Script
There Goes the Bride, Part 1
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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.
[ 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.