Agatha Raisin (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - And The Pig That Turned - full transcript
Agatha is hired by the wife of a police officer in village of Winter Parva to investigate his gruesome murder.
All set for the
Smooth Jazz Night tonight.
Thank you, Charles, for allowing
us to use Barfield as a venue.
Pleasure.
And thank you, Agatha,
for sponsoring the whole event.
You are very welcome.
Business is booming,
but quite frankly I'm just
hoping that all these jazz fans
might have the odd little case
that might need investigating.
Neighborhood watch.
I'm armed and I'm coming in.
Sorry.
I've always wanted to do that.
Mrs. Boggle.
- Is that a Taser?
- No.
Whose idea was it to give Mrs. B
the neighborhood-watch gig?
Ted Huxley, the new mayor.
He's a friend of Mr. B's.
Hit the floor, sucker,
or I'll blow your arse
from here to Malmesbury.
I hope Mayor Ted knows
what he's let us all in for.
Right.
I have to go.
James is back from his book tour
for a few days.
- At last. How wonderful.
- Yes, yes. It is wonderful.
Twelve weeks away,
and it's just gone in a flash.
I've hardly...
Anyway, yes.
I'm sure we'll have lots
to talk about.
- Freeze!
- Oh!
The first wife confessed
to spraying weed killer
all over her husband's
prized aubergines.
Wilkes was like, "That's it.
Case closed."
I had a feeling in my gut.
- Of course you did.
- So wait for this.
It turns out that the first wife
was actually having an affair
with the second wife.
And the first wife took the rap
to protect her!
So, with the two of them
safely brought to justice,
the ex-husband's
prized aubergines
were free to flourish
and grow in peace
and Carsely swept the board
at the allotment of the year.
And this was all thanks to...
Agatha.
Nice work, Detective.
It's funny.
You used to say that you felt
like an outsider in Carsely.
Now you couldn't be more
at the center of it.
Yes.
I suppose I am.
Which makes me feel a bit better
about the fact that my publisher
wants to extend the book tour
to the West Coast of America.
It'd add at least
another six months to the tour.
I'd be away almost a year.
This is great news!
That the tour is going so well.
Not that you might be away
for six months to a year.
That's... That's bad...
Bad news, obviously.
Hello!
S-Sheila?
Sorry for the lack of notice,
but I knew that my brother,
the famous author,
was back briefly,
so I thought I'd pop in.
Exactly how long were you
intending to pop in for?
Not much of a welcome home
for the conquering hero.
Agatha, even you could have
blown up a couple of balloons.
He's not 6.
I have been rather busy,
I will have you know,
and I've had a lot of cases on.
Oh.
Still playing detective.
How quaint.
James.
Could you bring my bag
up to my room, please?
And I'll have a cup of tea
when you're ready.
Made by you, because...
No offense...
Agatha makes
the most ghastly tea.
Sheila.
Me-Me-Me-Me... ghastly tea...
Who's Melissa?
She's, uh, just a writer friend.
Met on the tour.
Sweet old thing.
I'll, um, take this
in the bedroom.
N-No. No.
I didn't say anything.
I was going to,
but my sister showed up.
Oh, come on. Speak up.
I can't hear a damn thing.
Oh.
Hello.
I, uh, just came to check
on this doorknob,
which I worried might be
a little loose.
It appears it's fine,
which is a relief.
I can relax about the...
loose knob.
Is it or is it not legal
to herd your cow up a road?
Legal,
but only between the hours
of 10:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m.,
with permission
of the commissioner of police.
Metropolitan Streets Act, 1867.
Correct.
Yes. Oh.
Well, I feel safer knowing
my favorite sergeant
knows when to stop
out-of-hours cow herding.
Well, I'm not
your favorite sergeant yet.
I've got to pass this exam
first.
Are you nervous?
Uh, only extremely.
Basically, no one's committing
any crimes,
so I've had too much time
to think about it.
Oh, come on, Carsely.
Pull your finger out.
Start breaking the law
so Bill doesn't have time
to worry about his exam.
Right.
What does Section 32 of
the Salmon Act, 1986, refer to?
Ah.
It is illegal to handle
a salmon... suspiciously.
Have you ever handled a salmon
suspiciously, Bill?
That law is actually referring
to poachers.
Oh.
I'm sure it is.
They're not for you.
Charles, just...
Just put them on the table.
- The table.
- Not that table. That table.
That one.
Sorry.
- You okay?
- What?
Well, you're usually so relaxed
on these occasions.
I'm... I'm fine.
I'm absolutely fine.
I'm just... just...
I just worry about the singer
being any good.
La-dee-da-dee-dee...
La-dee-dee... Lady Day...
- Whatever she's called.
- Me too.
You know, I-I should
introduce myself, but...
I've been going through
a dry spell with the ladies.
Charles, y-you don't have to
seduce her.
You just have to introduce her
at the concert.
Oh, God.
What's happened to us?
- We're bags of nerves.
- I know. Come on.
- That's it. Breathe.
- Yes.
Stop, driver!
Go, driver.
And you, driver.
Oh!
Time to finish my shift.
Better go.
Mayor Huxley.
Your Honor.
Please.
I want the Huxley administration
to have a...
a chilled-out, man-of-the-people
kind of vibe, you know?
Call me Mayor Ted.
So, is this, uh,
your lovely wife?
Oh!
No, no, no, uh, Mayor Ted.
I'm actually with... that man.
Hello.
Looks like Carsely's a groovy
place to live these days.
Melissa, what the bloody hell
are you doing here?
What?
Well, you can't kiss me
like that.
Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetness.
It's the French in me.
We're just so physical.
- I told you not to come.
- Is that Agatha?
She's not bad-looking
for her age.
Have you told her?
I need you to go.
Jamesy promised Melissa
he would tell Agatha.
Bad Jamesy.
Mayor Huxley!
Oh, it is great
to see you attain high office.
You had my vote.
Or you would have had my vote
if I'd have had a vote.
Sadly, I was not elected
to the parish council.
Still, you know what they say...
Politics is show business
for ugly people.
Not that you're ugly.
You're quite attractive,
actually.
Thanks.
Uh, Charles Fraith.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hello, Lady Day.
Hello.
Where's Lord Day?
You know I'm not a real lady,
right?
- It's a stage name.
- Yes.
Yes. I know.
I was joking.
What's happening to me?
You know you can, uh,
ask me anything.
All right,
Junior Detective Toni.
How many famous murderers
have you put behind bars?
You know, it's not all about
solving murders.
You know,
mostly you're investigating
more minor matters...
You know, missing persons,
tracking down debtors,
looking for signs your husband's
having an affair.
Ooh.
This will be fun.
What are the signs?
How do I know if my husband's
having an affair?
Karen, the concert's
about to start.
We haven't got time
to muck about.
Oh, ignore him.
Forewarned is forearmed.
Well, sudden changes in mood,
uh, avoiding sex,
unexplained phone calls,
et cetera.
Look at your fingers.
Agatha, hi. Uh, this is, uh,
Melissa, my writer friend.
I went to a reading
at his book tour.
- Uh-huh.
- We spent the night together.
Evening, not night.
Had a couple of drinks
and then went to bed.
Uh, went home.
Said goodbye.
Whatever.
Um, Jamesy has something
he needs to tell you.
Well, I'm sure that... Jamesy
will tell me whatever he has
to tell me at home, in private.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.
Are you crazy?
Why are you acting like this?
Why didn't you tell her?
I'm going to tell her now.
Do that...
and I'll make sure
you regret it.
Now, get out!
Agatha.
Sorry.
Melissa can be a bit...
excitable.
Oh, I'm sure she can.
- You're getting this all wrong.
- I'm sure I am, yes.
What about you?
You and Charles
were all over each other.
- What did he say?
- I didn't catch it.
Really?!
I am not shagging
Charles Fraith!
- I heard that all right.
- I do apologize.
Oh, don't. Please.
It's fascinating.
I've had my suspicions
about you two for yonks.
Excuse me.
James, look.
Please don't go.
Let me talk to Agatha.
Hands off me, Fraith.
And stay away from my Agatha.
James?
What have you done
to upset James?
What have I done?
Does it not occur to you
that your precious brother
might have done something
to upset me?
And who are you?
I live here.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Good evening, everyone.
Welcome to the
Smooth Jazz Night.
I'm gonna kick off
with a song I've written.
Some of you may know it.
Here we go.
I don't know about you...
♪ But just lately
I've been thinking ♪
♪ That the way we praise
the brave, it's quite bizarre ♪
♪ It's a phrase we misconstrue,
and is spoken without blinking ♪
♪ That men's bollocks... ♪
♪ ...are the strongest thing ♪
♪ By far ♪
Come on!
Sorry.
Sorry.
No one treats Melissa like this!
You let me in or I'm gonna kick
this bloody door down!
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ For as long as I know
how to love ♪
♪ I know I'll stay alive ♪
♪ I've got all my love to live ♪
♪ I've got all my love to give ♪
♪ And I'll survive ♪
♪ I will ♪
♪ Survive ♪
Sorry.
I think I made a bit of a scene
earlier.
Don't worry.
The mayor asked me
if this happened
at all of our charity concerts,
because if it did,
he's definitely coming
to the next one.
And he gave me
a great big donation.
You all right?
Yes. Yes.
I'm... I'm fine.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Bill?
Agatha, I need to...
You're not on your own, are you?
Uh, no.
Why?
I don't want you to worry
or panic.
I'm really sorry
to have to tell you this,
but neighbors reported hearing
a fight at your cottage.
And when I got here,
I found a body.
Oh, God.
Oh, please tell me
it's not James.
No, no, no.
No. It's not him.
It's... It's...
It's the body of a woman.
What?
Oh, God.
Bill.
The body belongs to a woman
called Melissa Sheppard.
Do you know her?
Uh... yes.
I... I-I met her earlier.
S-She was a friend of James'.
Right. Well, your house
is a crime scene.
Can Agatha stay with you
tonight?
- Yes. Of course.
- Uh, hashtag MeToo.
I'm not going home
until James has been found.
Lady Day, thank you so much.
Delicious singing.
And I do hope
someone being brutally murdered
hasn't ruined your evening.
Inspector, I think we need to
review the evidence.
Agatha Raisin's having an affair
with Sir Charles Fraith.
She also argued with James Lacey
and the murdered woman,
and she didn't take her seat
for the concert.
She had opportunity and motive,
to... to use
the technical terms.
I'm a big fan
of TV detective shows. Yeah.
I always guess the murderer
correctly.
Me too!
Mayor Ted, why don't we both
write down on a piece of paper
the name of the person
we think committed the murder,
put it in an envelope, and then,
when we catch the murderer,
we can see which of us
got it right.
But I just told you
who I think it was.
It's Agatha Raisin.
Oh. Right.
Well, that's not gonna work
with this murder, is it?
Oh! Why don't we try it
with the next murder?
Forensics found bloodstains
at the cottage,
separate to where
Melissa's body was.
The blood may be hers,
but there's no sign of James.
Oh, God, James.
What on earth have you
got yourself mixed up in?
Hey.
That's James' car.
Oh, no.
We don't know if the blood
in the car or the cottage
is James',
so we need to keep calm.
You keep calm if you want to.
I'm worried as hell.
But why would someone
attack James at the cottage?
Unless they came looking for
Agatha and James
because of the detective work
and mistook Melissa for Agatha.
Melissa was
a beautiful young woman.
That's impossible.
How was James
before he disappeared?
Did anything seem
out of character?
Well, I don't know.
I've not seen him for the last
two and a half months.
Quite frankly, I don't know
how he was behaving.
Sarah, you'd met Melissa before.
Yes, briefly.
She was a yoga teacher.
Mnh-mnh.
James said she was a writer.
Maybe she was both.
All I know
is when she moved here
and joined the Ladies Society,
she acted rather grand.
- Grand how?
- Oh, you know the type.
They talk big about what they're
making for the cake sale
and then pass shop-bought stuff
off as their own.
Are you taking the mickey?
Sorry.
That's what you did, wasn't it?
I-I forgot.
I should've known back then you
were the wrong woman for James.
Anyway, Melissa was married
to Luke Sheppard,
who has a menswear shop
in Malmesbury.
They divorced,
and he moved to Swireford.
I always thought
she was rather bored,
- looking for excitement.
- Oh.
And she found that with James?
Well, maybe Sarah and I
should go and see
this Luke Sheppard tomorrow.
I don't believe James was having
an affair.
No.
Neither do I.
Although one couldn't blame him
if he was.
God.
What are you muttering about?
The question is, where is James?
Where was he heading
when he crashed his car?
Well, it was on
the Evesham Road,
near the turning
to Norton-under-Wychwood?
- Agatha!
- Oh, what? Look.
If you have nothing helpful to
say, can you please just zip it?
Our old nanny, Maude,
lives in Norton-under-Wychwood.
That must have been
why James was going there.
Helpful enough for you?
I simply don't understand
why James would go on the run
rather than turn to us for help.
Well, I have no idea.
To be honest,
these last few months,
we've been leading
very separate lives.
Listen, Sheila.
I know that we're both
very different
and we don't really get along.
But we both love James and we
want to make sure he's okay.
So why don't you and I just,
you know, work together on this
instead of against each other?
- A truce?
- Yes.
But once we've found him,
we can go back to normal?
- Oh, good God, yes.
- Oh, thank God for that.
Come on.
Ah.
Hello, young lady.
Is your daddy home?
Well, I don't think
it's a laughing matter.
We're from the Agatha Raisin
Detective Agency.
We're here to interview
Luke Sheppard.
I'm Luke's wife, Karen.
Luke will be home soon.
Why don't you come through
to the garden and wait for him?
Agatha Raisin.
She's the one who murdered
her partner, right?
She had nothing to do with that.
Don't blame me.
Blame the Mircester Times.
They can't run a headline
like that.
What happened to innocent
until proven guilty?
Do you want a cup of tea
or a glass of wine?
Oh, it's a bit early for us.
I'm surprised she's old enough
to drink.
She is, however,
old enough to smoke pot.
That... is a bong.
I know what a bong is, Charles.
I wasn't always a vicar's wife.
Mm.
Nanny Maude spends
most of her time in Scotland,
taking care of her mother.
Well, let's try around the back.
No, no.
This way.
I haven't been here for years.
The truth is, because
our parents worked abroad,
James and I saw more of
Nanny Maude than we did of them.
No wonder you're both
so screwed up.
I thought we were having
a truce.
We are.
Old habits die hard.
Won't happen again.
Hello?
All of us kids.
She didn't have children
of her own.
Agatha?
James, if it was him
that was here,
has been searching
for a private doctor.
So the blood must have been his.
He must be hurt.
I saw Melissa at the jazz night,
but I've never spoken to her.
So she was a yoga teacher
and a writer?
Luke told me she was
a market gardener and a nutjob.
And her other ex-husband
would say the same thing.
We didn't know
there was another ex-husband.
Oh, yeah.
He's a right weirdo.
Owns that vintage toy shop
in Mircester... John Dewey.
He was obsessed with Melissa.
Always threatening Luke
after they got together.
We should go.
Thank you so much.
Um, we'll speak to your husband
another day.
Come on, Charles.
Why leave before we've spoken
to Luke Sheppard?
Luke Sheppard
was at the jazz night
when Melissa was killed,
so he has an alibi.
John Dewey threatened Luke
with violence.
He could have done the same
to James
if he thought James and Melissa
were having an affair.
So we need to speak
to John Dewey immediately.
Come on, Charles!
Good luck.
Oh, Bill!
Just wait a sec.
We've found proof
that James is still alive.
Found out where he's staying,
but he's... he's gone.
So, obviously, we need to
find out where's he's headed.
So we need you to use
your police resources
to, you know,
check out where he's...
I'm sitting my sergeant's exam
in half an hour,
but I'll come straight back.
I don't think
you're quite understanding me.
I just told you
that James is still alive
- and he may be badly hurt.
- Well...
You know what, Bill?
Just don't you worry about it.
Yeah.
It's fine.
Just you obsess
about your stupid exam.
You know, you... you think
you want to be a sergeant.
Do you think
you're really up to it?
Hmm?
I mean, what kind of man
would want to spend his life
surrounded by these
weird creatures?
This kind of man.
Lonely, single...
prefers the company of dolls
to rude humans.
Sorry.
Uh, M-Mr. Dewey?
Ah. Mr. Dewey.
Hello.
- Hi.
- Hi.
We're private detectives.
We'd like to ask you
a few questions about...
Melissa, my ex-wife. Yes.
We knew they'd come calling
soon, didn't we, Felicity?
Yes.
Ask me anything you want.
You were punching above your...
You seem an...
An unlikely couple.
Melissa was out of my league.
Is that what you're struggling
to say, my aristocratic friend?
Yes.
Poor Melissa.
She had a troubled childhood.
Got in with bad people
who got her into drugs.
I offered her security
after years of turmoil...
until she got bored and had
an affair with Luke Sheppard.
And who could blame her?
He's gorgeous.
Did you threaten her
or Luke Sheppard?
Me?
Threaten big, butch Luke?
What chance would I stand,
my dear?
No.
I was glad to get rid.
I haven't seen or thought of
Melissa for years now.
Sorry.
I blew the exam, I'm sure of it.
Agatha doesn't think
I'm up to being a sergeant,
and now I'm going to
prove her right.
Agatha's just worried
about James.
- She thinks you're amazing.
- Hold on.
There's a light on at Melissa's.
I'm gonna take a look.
No. Bill.
Bill.
Don't take stupid risks because
of something Agatha said.
Look.
Call Wilkes for backup.
I don't need Wilkes.
Hello?
Thanks for taking me in.
Forensics say that the hammer
I was attacked with
was the same
that killed Melissa,
probably used to attack James.
So it's all connected.
We're still no further forward
to finding James.
I think I owe you an apology.
Toni told me what happened.
If it wasn't for me,
you would never have gone
into Melissa's cottage
and you never
would have been attacked.
For what it's worth,
I have always believed in you.
I think you're gonna pass
that exam
and make an excellent sergeant.
Here we go.
Now, Bill, I want you to take
this opportunity
to have a little bit of peace
and time for yourself.
Okay?
What's that?
Oh, dear.
Let's just move these away.
No flowers or grapes,
but I did bring vodka.
I thought we could all drink it
one night when you're better.
Sounds like a plan.
I'm so glad you're okay.
If anything had happened
to you...
Uh, something did happen to me.
I got hit on the head
with a hammer by a murderer.
I heard a comrade officer
had been wounded in action.
Oh.
Now, I know it's a risk we take
protecting the community,
but still...
Reporting for duty, sir.
How can I help?
Mrs. Boggle, thank you.
But right now, it's enough
knowing that you're out there
patrolling the streets,
being our eyes and ears.
Mission accepted.
Well, I'm not sure if we need to
make it that formal.
- I won't let you down.
- Yes. Well, thank you, Mrs. B.
But, uh, if you'll excuse us,
we're about to have a bit
of a case-conference.
So, for my money,
I think the villain has to be
one of Melissa's
shopkeeping ex-husbands...
John Dewey,
creepy purveyor of dolls,
or hunky Luke Sheppard
of L.J. Sheppard
Gentlemen's Outfitters...
Sale ends Friday.
20% percent off all tailoring
on presentation of this flyer.
Thank you for that.
Toni, could you go back
to Nanny Maude's house,
have a root around,
see if there are any signs
that James might have returned?
Will do.
Do we think drugs
could be behind all this?
I mean, didn't Dewey say Melissa
had drug issues in her past?
She had them
in her present as well.
Melissa was a regular
at the singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
And she went there to buy drugs
from a dealer
who operates there.
I'd be very surprised
if anyone was selling drugs
- at the singles night.
- Well, you should know.
You're a regular there too,
Sir Charles.
I have no idea what you're
talking about, Mrs. B.
It's in my dossier.
Singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
"Observed Sir Charles Fraith
being rejected by multiple women
whilst wearing
a ridiculous fake mustache."
And my humiliation is complete.
Well, perhaps we should all go
to the singles night,
see if we can find the man
that sold Melissa the drugs.
Now, I'll have to get
a hall pass from Mr. Boggle
because he gets very jealous
when men flock 'round me.
Right.
Well, I'm coming too.
I know I should let Wilkes
handle the investigation.
Oh, good God, no.
No. No.
Do you have anything else on me
in that dossier?
I couldn't possibly discuss
official secrets
with a civilian.
Where are you off to?
Singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
Honestly!
James is barely gone...
Hopefully not gone at all...
And you're already
trying to replace him.
Will you just relax?
I want James back
just as much as you do.
I am going to the singles night
as part of the investigation.
But currently,
I am probably famously
the most unsingle woman
in the Cotswolds.
No one's gonna tell me anything.
Actually, Sheila,
how would Mr. Sheila feel
about you being single...
Just for the evening?
Oh, he couldn't care less.
I've never bought drugs
in my life.
But if I had, it wouldn't occur
to me to buy them here.
There's a dark underside
to the Cotswolds, Sheila.
It's not all thatched cottages
and cream teas.
Now, we've got to blend in
and not attract attention
if we're going to find
Melissa's dealer.
And that hemline needs to go up
an inch or ten.
And I've already told you
about that mustache.
Ow!
- Oh.
- Everyone knows it's you.
Maybe that's where
I've been going wrong.
This private-detective thing
is fun!
- Shh!
- Ooh!
- Is the medallion too much?
- Way too much.
It's perfect.
Detective Constable Wong!
What exactly are you doing at
a singles night in the company
of half the Agatha Raisin
Detective Agency?
What are you doing at a singles
night, more to the point?
- I'm undercover.
- Mm.
I heard there were drugs
being sold here.
I'm wearing a wire.
Testing.
Testing, testing.
I am now entering
the establishment
at approximately 20:46.
Make that 20:47.
Mm.
- Hello. You...
- No.
I do not want to give
my feedback
on a recent purchase
of kitty litter.
Nor do I think I may be eligible
for a payout
from a PPI that I bought
in 1998!
Oh, God!
Okay, so what part
of "I'm not interested"
do you not understand?
Agatha.
James?
James, is that you?
Where are you?
I'm calling from a pay phone
so the police don't track
my mobile,
and I've run out of coins.
James, what have you got
to fear from the police?
What have you done?
Please, please,
will you just come back to me?
No.
I want to.
Of course I do.
But I can't.
I-I'd put you in danger,
and I'm not prepared to do that.
I need you to know...
I wasn't having an affair
with Melissa.
I know that.
The police are convinced
I'm responsible,
and that means the killer
is out there
- and no one's looking for them.
- Did you see who killed Melissa?
No.
After I was hit, all I remember
was Melissa's voice.
Uh... it sounded
like she knew them.
Agatha...
that thing that Melissa said
that I had to tell you...
What?
I...
- Agatha? Agatha...
- James.
James.
I've never been to
a singles night before.
Every night is singles night
for me at the moment.
My advice to you...
Find someone
to settle down with.
Well, well, well.
Look who's here.
Now, I don't know much,
but I know that you don't bring
a doll to singles night.
So, uh, how does this
singles-night thing work, then?
Well, the guys send the girls
drinks, and they hit on us.
That's it, really.
You seem like a bit
of an expert.
Oh, I'm a player.
And don't you forget it, stud.
That's from the gent over there.
What did I tell you?
Ooh.
- From him, madam.
- Cheers. Cheers.
- Ooh!
- Another. From here.
I knew this would happen.
Thank God Mr. Boggle's not here.
He'd tear them limb from limb.
Well done.
Oh. Mrs. Boggle.
I didn't know that you were
a singleton.
I didn't know that you were.
Oh, I am tonight.
Ooh.
Oh, not... not a word
to the mayoress, of course.
So, um, how about I buy you
and, uh, and this lovely lady
here a drink, eh?
Here undercover.
Wearing a wire.
- Ooh.
- Ooh. Like we're in NCIS.
Ooh!
Loving it!
So, who are we looking for?
Drug-dealers, illegal purveyors
of substances and highs.
Ah.
Roger that.
Oh, and, um, keep 'em peeled.
- Ooh!
- Whoop, boop, doop, boop.
That guy sold Melissa drugs.
He wasn't saying anything
at first,
but then he fell
for my womanly charm.
I'm just kidding.
He hasn't sold Melissa drugs
in weeks.
She's getting them
from her ex-husband.
Ah!
Would any of you lovely young
people care to join our party?
Sir Charles!
The more the merrier, I say.
Oh. Um...
I'm not sure we're really
in a party mood, Mayor Ted.
FYI, Constable...
Myself and my unofficial deputy
here
have completed
our investigation,
and we can now declare that this
is a drugs-free singles night.
- Great.
- Brilliant. Excuse me.
I'm gonna see her.
So Dewey manages
to avoid questioning
because of an incompetent
inspector and a swinging mayor.
Toni and I could go
and see him today.
Great idea.
I will tell Charles and Sarah
to find an excuse to go
and see Luke Sheppard at work.
I wanted to show you this.
It's CCTV footage.
James, you're alive!
Wait.
How did you access this?
Used my police account.
But won't Wilkes know
you've logged on
when you're on sick leave?
What about your promotion?
Well, James is my friend.
You okay, Agatha?
I actually talked to James
last night.
You spoke to him?
He rang, but he got cut off
before he could tell me
where he was.
Oh, it's okay.
We'll find him.
We'll start at that lay-by.
That's Dewey's place.
He lives above the shop.
Mrs. Boggle?
What are you doing here?
Protecting the community 24/7,
mainly from teenagers.
I hate teenagers, don't you?
L-Look at them.
Strutting 'round
like they own the place.
And look what they wrote.
It's outrageous!
Any fool knows there are two G's
in "Boggle."
"Walking down street..."
Lovely to meet you, Sir Charles.
And let me say
what a pleasure it is
to make a suit for a man with
such a trim and youthful figure.
Ah. Well, one likes
to keep in shape.
My wife says you've been 'round
asking questions about Melissa.
W... Listen.
Sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
I've been staring at that
since you came in.
Let me tell you
what I told Inspector Wilkes.
On the night of Melissa's
murder, I was at the concert.
And, uh, when that poor
young policeman was attacked...
I was at a hotel with
Karen... for her 30th birthday.
Thirtieth?
Yes.
That's right.
Ah.
Won't you join us for tea?
Oh.
Do we have to?
Those dolls creep me out.
You told Sir Charles Fraith
that you hadn't seen Melissa
in years,
but our inquiries suggest
otherwise.
Ah.
Melissa came 'round
wanting money...
a few weeks ago.
I told her I couldn't help.
I was worried
she'd only spend it on drugs,
like she did
when we were together.
So she had drug issues
during your marriage?
I am old-fashioned about drugs.
I hate them because
of what they did to Melissa.
Right.
All measured up.
Shall we say give me
the £300 deposit now...
and the other £1,200
when the suit's ready?
Fifteen hundred?
Bargain.
Okay. Yes.
Well done.
Clever little snoops,
aren't they, ladies?
Yes.
I did see Melissa, yes.
She was seeing a psychiatrist
in Mircester,
and she popped 'round
afterwards.
She was lonely.
And you won't be surprised
to learn so was I.
Was someone selling her drugs,
Mr. Dewey?
Well, I wouldn't know.
I have nothing to do with drugs.
They scare me.
What's this about?
I'm pretty sure taking
a toy doll to a singles night
is a good way to stay single.
Well, I...
Well, I'm sure you're right.
Yes.
But the thing is, uh,
I don't have a wingman.
So I make do with a-a wing-doll.
Officer Boggle checking in!
Everything okay
or do you want me to call
Inspector Wilkes for backup?
Yes!
Yes!
He recognized James!
He said that he asked him
for a lift.
But the driver refused
to take him
because he thought he looked...
His words... a little dubious.
Said he wanted to go
to Scotland.
Scotland?!
I mean, obviously we can't go
to Scotland right now.
Your wife not feeding you, mate?
If you knew anything
about my wife's cooking,
you'd understand.
- Can I get a cup of tea, please?
- Sure.
So, Dewey is our prime suspect.
Agreed.
As far as I can tell,
the only thing Luke Sheppard
is guilty of
is overcharging me for a suit.
But didn't you say
Luke had a bong in his house?
That could belong to the wife,
Karen.
True.
What about checking out
this psychiatrist
that Dewey said
Melissa was seeing?
Good idea.
I was also wondering
if there are any clues
at Melissa's house.
Probably.
Whoever Bill disturbed must have
been there for a reason.
I could always, um,
try and break in,
check out her laptops,
et cetera.
Neighborhood watch take
a very dim view
of breaking and entering, even
by landed gentry, Sir Charles.
You could always use the spare
key Melissa Sheppard hid
under the yellow flowerpot
to the left of the front door.
- It's in the...
- In the dossier.
Course it is.
Dossier.
Oh.
Marvelous.
Well, she wasn't lying
about being a writer.
Three novels...
"Rehab," "The Walrus"...
Oh.
"Fifty Shades of James."
Don't need to read that one.
I think we absolutely do
have to read that one.
Well, thank you for your help.
Right.
That was the last private doctor
in James' search results,
and he hasn't made
an appointment there either.
So then what was he doing
googling doctors?
Why face all this on his own
rather than ask us for support?
Bloody men.
I wonder who she is.
Clearly connected to Melissa
in some way.
But I daresay she'd tell you,
Charles.
I mean, what lady can resist
your legendary charms?
Very funny.
Hello.
I'd like to make an appointment
to see Dr. Henderson, please.
Yes.
Of course.
Sir Charles Fraith.
Charles.
Hello there.
Welcome to the area.
Oh. No.
I-I'm not living here.
No.
The house belonged to my sister.
I'm just collecting
family heirlooms.
I was terribly sorry
to hear of your sad loss.
But I'm sure your sister
would want you to have them.
She definitely wouldn't,
but I'm having them anyway.
You know, I didn't know
your sister very well, but...
but you seem very different.
Why is that, I wonder.
It's a long story.
I would very much like
to hear it.
Would you like to come in?
Still got it, Charlie boy.
We weren't close.
Hadn't seen each other in years.
Melissa was a novelist?
A novelist, a yoga teacher,
an astronaut,
was secretly going out
with Prince William.
Melissa claimed them all.
The truth...
She was a narcissist
and a drug addict,
in and out of rehab
in her early 20s.
Even so,
she was our father's favorite.
He disinherited me
and left everything to her.
What did you do to deserve that?
I'll tell you another time.
Melissa was pretty and popular.
I was always in her shadow.
I can't imagine why.
Especially, if I may say...
in those heels.
You're very charming,
Sir Charles.
It has been said,
although not recently.
I know a very nice pub nearby.
I wonder if I could buy you
a drink this afternoon.
The plain sister,
jealous of the younger,
more beautiful sister.
A story as old as time.
Add her to the rogue's gallery.
Julia is not plain.
I think she's rather beautiful.
We're going for a drink.
Oh!
Charles has fallen in love
with the new suspect,
only because she's the only
woman in a very long time
that's not given him
the bum's rush.
Yes.
Anyway...
we need to get back to Melissa's
house, find that "Rehab" novel.
Oh!
I'm on it.
Good, good.
That was the receptionist
from one of the private doctors
we called earlier...
A Dr. Henderson.
A person answering
James' description
has just made an appointment
for an hour's time.
We need to keep quiet and
stay hidden till he comes out.
If James is hurt, he really
needs to see that doctor.
I'll keep my emotions in check.
Good.
Oh, my God!
James!
Sheila!
James, don't run!
Please just come home!
I can't.
Not yet.
Agatha.
Oh, he thinks
we've called the police!
Oh, well done, Sheila.
Brilliant.
I thought
you boarding-school types
were meant to repress
all your feelings.
Agatha.
Whatever's wrong with James,
it's psychological,
not physical.
Okay, Charles.
Here we go.
Hi.
How are you doing?
So nice to see you again.
Sorry.
Hot date.
Okay.
Here we are.
Charles?
Is this...
I fear this date may not be
as hot as you've imagined.
This is why my father
disinherited me.
He did it
the day I took my vows.
I have a polo mallet...
and I'm not afraid to use it.
Lacey.
Charles.
Smooth Jazz Night tonight.
Thank you, Charles, for allowing
us to use Barfield as a venue.
Pleasure.
And thank you, Agatha,
for sponsoring the whole event.
You are very welcome.
Business is booming,
but quite frankly I'm just
hoping that all these jazz fans
might have the odd little case
that might need investigating.
Neighborhood watch.
I'm armed and I'm coming in.
Sorry.
I've always wanted to do that.
Mrs. Boggle.
- Is that a Taser?
- No.
Whose idea was it to give Mrs. B
the neighborhood-watch gig?
Ted Huxley, the new mayor.
He's a friend of Mr. B's.
Hit the floor, sucker,
or I'll blow your arse
from here to Malmesbury.
I hope Mayor Ted knows
what he's let us all in for.
Right.
I have to go.
James is back from his book tour
for a few days.
- At last. How wonderful.
- Yes, yes. It is wonderful.
Twelve weeks away,
and it's just gone in a flash.
I've hardly...
Anyway, yes.
I'm sure we'll have lots
to talk about.
- Freeze!
- Oh!
The first wife confessed
to spraying weed killer
all over her husband's
prized aubergines.
Wilkes was like, "That's it.
Case closed."
I had a feeling in my gut.
- Of course you did.
- So wait for this.
It turns out that the first wife
was actually having an affair
with the second wife.
And the first wife took the rap
to protect her!
So, with the two of them
safely brought to justice,
the ex-husband's
prized aubergines
were free to flourish
and grow in peace
and Carsely swept the board
at the allotment of the year.
And this was all thanks to...
Agatha.
Nice work, Detective.
It's funny.
You used to say that you felt
like an outsider in Carsely.
Now you couldn't be more
at the center of it.
Yes.
I suppose I am.
Which makes me feel a bit better
about the fact that my publisher
wants to extend the book tour
to the West Coast of America.
It'd add at least
another six months to the tour.
I'd be away almost a year.
This is great news!
That the tour is going so well.
Not that you might be away
for six months to a year.
That's... That's bad...
Bad news, obviously.
Hello!
S-Sheila?
Sorry for the lack of notice,
but I knew that my brother,
the famous author,
was back briefly,
so I thought I'd pop in.
Exactly how long were you
intending to pop in for?
Not much of a welcome home
for the conquering hero.
Agatha, even you could have
blown up a couple of balloons.
He's not 6.
I have been rather busy,
I will have you know,
and I've had a lot of cases on.
Oh.
Still playing detective.
How quaint.
James.
Could you bring my bag
up to my room, please?
And I'll have a cup of tea
when you're ready.
Made by you, because...
No offense...
Agatha makes
the most ghastly tea.
Sheila.
Me-Me-Me-Me... ghastly tea...
Who's Melissa?
She's, uh, just a writer friend.
Met on the tour.
Sweet old thing.
I'll, um, take this
in the bedroom.
N-No. No.
I didn't say anything.
I was going to,
but my sister showed up.
Oh, come on. Speak up.
I can't hear a damn thing.
Oh.
Hello.
I, uh, just came to check
on this doorknob,
which I worried might be
a little loose.
It appears it's fine,
which is a relief.
I can relax about the...
loose knob.
Is it or is it not legal
to herd your cow up a road?
Legal,
but only between the hours
of 10:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m.,
with permission
of the commissioner of police.
Metropolitan Streets Act, 1867.
Correct.
Yes. Oh.
Well, I feel safer knowing
my favorite sergeant
knows when to stop
out-of-hours cow herding.
Well, I'm not
your favorite sergeant yet.
I've got to pass this exam
first.
Are you nervous?
Uh, only extremely.
Basically, no one's committing
any crimes,
so I've had too much time
to think about it.
Oh, come on, Carsely.
Pull your finger out.
Start breaking the law
so Bill doesn't have time
to worry about his exam.
Right.
What does Section 32 of
the Salmon Act, 1986, refer to?
Ah.
It is illegal to handle
a salmon... suspiciously.
Have you ever handled a salmon
suspiciously, Bill?
That law is actually referring
to poachers.
Oh.
I'm sure it is.
They're not for you.
Charles, just...
Just put them on the table.
- The table.
- Not that table. That table.
That one.
Sorry.
- You okay?
- What?
Well, you're usually so relaxed
on these occasions.
I'm... I'm fine.
I'm absolutely fine.
I'm just... just...
I just worry about the singer
being any good.
La-dee-da-dee-dee...
La-dee-dee... Lady Day...
- Whatever she's called.
- Me too.
You know, I-I should
introduce myself, but...
I've been going through
a dry spell with the ladies.
Charles, y-you don't have to
seduce her.
You just have to introduce her
at the concert.
Oh, God.
What's happened to us?
- We're bags of nerves.
- I know. Come on.
- That's it. Breathe.
- Yes.
Stop, driver!
Go, driver.
And you, driver.
Oh!
Time to finish my shift.
Better go.
Mayor Huxley.
Your Honor.
Please.
I want the Huxley administration
to have a...
a chilled-out, man-of-the-people
kind of vibe, you know?
Call me Mayor Ted.
So, is this, uh,
your lovely wife?
Oh!
No, no, no, uh, Mayor Ted.
I'm actually with... that man.
Hello.
Looks like Carsely's a groovy
place to live these days.
Melissa, what the bloody hell
are you doing here?
What?
Well, you can't kiss me
like that.
Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetness.
It's the French in me.
We're just so physical.
- I told you not to come.
- Is that Agatha?
She's not bad-looking
for her age.
Have you told her?
I need you to go.
Jamesy promised Melissa
he would tell Agatha.
Bad Jamesy.
Mayor Huxley!
Oh, it is great
to see you attain high office.
You had my vote.
Or you would have had my vote
if I'd have had a vote.
Sadly, I was not elected
to the parish council.
Still, you know what they say...
Politics is show business
for ugly people.
Not that you're ugly.
You're quite attractive,
actually.
Thanks.
Uh, Charles Fraith.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hello, Lady Day.
Hello.
Where's Lord Day?
You know I'm not a real lady,
right?
- It's a stage name.
- Yes.
Yes. I know.
I was joking.
What's happening to me?
You know you can, uh,
ask me anything.
All right,
Junior Detective Toni.
How many famous murderers
have you put behind bars?
You know, it's not all about
solving murders.
You know,
mostly you're investigating
more minor matters...
You know, missing persons,
tracking down debtors,
looking for signs your husband's
having an affair.
Ooh.
This will be fun.
What are the signs?
How do I know if my husband's
having an affair?
Karen, the concert's
about to start.
We haven't got time
to muck about.
Oh, ignore him.
Forewarned is forearmed.
Well, sudden changes in mood,
uh, avoiding sex,
unexplained phone calls,
et cetera.
Look at your fingers.
Agatha, hi. Uh, this is, uh,
Melissa, my writer friend.
I went to a reading
at his book tour.
- Uh-huh.
- We spent the night together.
Evening, not night.
Had a couple of drinks
and then went to bed.
Uh, went home.
Said goodbye.
Whatever.
Um, Jamesy has something
he needs to tell you.
Well, I'm sure that... Jamesy
will tell me whatever he has
to tell me at home, in private.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.
Are you crazy?
Why are you acting like this?
Why didn't you tell her?
I'm going to tell her now.
Do that...
and I'll make sure
you regret it.
Now, get out!
Agatha.
Sorry.
Melissa can be a bit...
excitable.
Oh, I'm sure she can.
- You're getting this all wrong.
- I'm sure I am, yes.
What about you?
You and Charles
were all over each other.
- What did he say?
- I didn't catch it.
Really?!
I am not shagging
Charles Fraith!
- I heard that all right.
- I do apologize.
Oh, don't. Please.
It's fascinating.
I've had my suspicions
about you two for yonks.
Excuse me.
James, look.
Please don't go.
Let me talk to Agatha.
Hands off me, Fraith.
And stay away from my Agatha.
James?
What have you done
to upset James?
What have I done?
Does it not occur to you
that your precious brother
might have done something
to upset me?
And who are you?
I live here.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Good evening, everyone.
Welcome to the
Smooth Jazz Night.
I'm gonna kick off
with a song I've written.
Some of you may know it.
Here we go.
I don't know about you...
♪ But just lately
I've been thinking ♪
♪ That the way we praise
the brave, it's quite bizarre ♪
♪ It's a phrase we misconstrue,
and is spoken without blinking ♪
♪ That men's bollocks... ♪
♪ ...are the strongest thing ♪
♪ By far ♪
Come on!
Sorry.
Sorry.
No one treats Melissa like this!
You let me in or I'm gonna kick
this bloody door down!
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ For as long as I know
how to love ♪
♪ I know I'll stay alive ♪
♪ I've got all my love to live ♪
♪ I've got all my love to give ♪
♪ And I'll survive ♪
♪ I will ♪
♪ Survive ♪
Sorry.
I think I made a bit of a scene
earlier.
Don't worry.
The mayor asked me
if this happened
at all of our charity concerts,
because if it did,
he's definitely coming
to the next one.
And he gave me
a great big donation.
You all right?
Yes. Yes.
I'm... I'm fine.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Bill?
Agatha, I need to...
You're not on your own, are you?
Uh, no.
Why?
I don't want you to worry
or panic.
I'm really sorry
to have to tell you this,
but neighbors reported hearing
a fight at your cottage.
And when I got here,
I found a body.
Oh, God.
Oh, please tell me
it's not James.
No, no, no.
No. It's not him.
It's... It's...
It's the body of a woman.
What?
Oh, God.
Bill.
The body belongs to a woman
called Melissa Sheppard.
Do you know her?
Uh... yes.
I... I-I met her earlier.
S-She was a friend of James'.
Right. Well, your house
is a crime scene.
Can Agatha stay with you
tonight?
- Yes. Of course.
- Uh, hashtag MeToo.
I'm not going home
until James has been found.
Lady Day, thank you so much.
Delicious singing.
And I do hope
someone being brutally murdered
hasn't ruined your evening.
Inspector, I think we need to
review the evidence.
Agatha Raisin's having an affair
with Sir Charles Fraith.
She also argued with James Lacey
and the murdered woman,
and she didn't take her seat
for the concert.
She had opportunity and motive,
to... to use
the technical terms.
I'm a big fan
of TV detective shows. Yeah.
I always guess the murderer
correctly.
Me too!
Mayor Ted, why don't we both
write down on a piece of paper
the name of the person
we think committed the murder,
put it in an envelope, and then,
when we catch the murderer,
we can see which of us
got it right.
But I just told you
who I think it was.
It's Agatha Raisin.
Oh. Right.
Well, that's not gonna work
with this murder, is it?
Oh! Why don't we try it
with the next murder?
Forensics found bloodstains
at the cottage,
separate to where
Melissa's body was.
The blood may be hers,
but there's no sign of James.
Oh, God, James.
What on earth have you
got yourself mixed up in?
Hey.
That's James' car.
Oh, no.
We don't know if the blood
in the car or the cottage
is James',
so we need to keep calm.
You keep calm if you want to.
I'm worried as hell.
But why would someone
attack James at the cottage?
Unless they came looking for
Agatha and James
because of the detective work
and mistook Melissa for Agatha.
Melissa was
a beautiful young woman.
That's impossible.
How was James
before he disappeared?
Did anything seem
out of character?
Well, I don't know.
I've not seen him for the last
two and a half months.
Quite frankly, I don't know
how he was behaving.
Sarah, you'd met Melissa before.
Yes, briefly.
She was a yoga teacher.
Mnh-mnh.
James said she was a writer.
Maybe she was both.
All I know
is when she moved here
and joined the Ladies Society,
she acted rather grand.
- Grand how?
- Oh, you know the type.
They talk big about what they're
making for the cake sale
and then pass shop-bought stuff
off as their own.
Are you taking the mickey?
Sorry.
That's what you did, wasn't it?
I-I forgot.
I should've known back then you
were the wrong woman for James.
Anyway, Melissa was married
to Luke Sheppard,
who has a menswear shop
in Malmesbury.
They divorced,
and he moved to Swireford.
I always thought
she was rather bored,
- looking for excitement.
- Oh.
And she found that with James?
Well, maybe Sarah and I
should go and see
this Luke Sheppard tomorrow.
I don't believe James was having
an affair.
No.
Neither do I.
Although one couldn't blame him
if he was.
God.
What are you muttering about?
The question is, where is James?
Where was he heading
when he crashed his car?
Well, it was on
the Evesham Road,
near the turning
to Norton-under-Wychwood?
- Agatha!
- Oh, what? Look.
If you have nothing helpful to
say, can you please just zip it?
Our old nanny, Maude,
lives in Norton-under-Wychwood.
That must have been
why James was going there.
Helpful enough for you?
I simply don't understand
why James would go on the run
rather than turn to us for help.
Well, I have no idea.
To be honest,
these last few months,
we've been leading
very separate lives.
Listen, Sheila.
I know that we're both
very different
and we don't really get along.
But we both love James and we
want to make sure he's okay.
So why don't you and I just,
you know, work together on this
instead of against each other?
- A truce?
- Yes.
But once we've found him,
we can go back to normal?
- Oh, good God, yes.
- Oh, thank God for that.
Come on.
Ah.
Hello, young lady.
Is your daddy home?
Well, I don't think
it's a laughing matter.
We're from the Agatha Raisin
Detective Agency.
We're here to interview
Luke Sheppard.
I'm Luke's wife, Karen.
Luke will be home soon.
Why don't you come through
to the garden and wait for him?
Agatha Raisin.
She's the one who murdered
her partner, right?
She had nothing to do with that.
Don't blame me.
Blame the Mircester Times.
They can't run a headline
like that.
What happened to innocent
until proven guilty?
Do you want a cup of tea
or a glass of wine?
Oh, it's a bit early for us.
I'm surprised she's old enough
to drink.
She is, however,
old enough to smoke pot.
That... is a bong.
I know what a bong is, Charles.
I wasn't always a vicar's wife.
Mm.
Nanny Maude spends
most of her time in Scotland,
taking care of her mother.
Well, let's try around the back.
No, no.
This way.
I haven't been here for years.
The truth is, because
our parents worked abroad,
James and I saw more of
Nanny Maude than we did of them.
No wonder you're both
so screwed up.
I thought we were having
a truce.
We are.
Old habits die hard.
Won't happen again.
Hello?
All of us kids.
She didn't have children
of her own.
Agatha?
James, if it was him
that was here,
has been searching
for a private doctor.
So the blood must have been his.
He must be hurt.
I saw Melissa at the jazz night,
but I've never spoken to her.
So she was a yoga teacher
and a writer?
Luke told me she was
a market gardener and a nutjob.
And her other ex-husband
would say the same thing.
We didn't know
there was another ex-husband.
Oh, yeah.
He's a right weirdo.
Owns that vintage toy shop
in Mircester... John Dewey.
He was obsessed with Melissa.
Always threatening Luke
after they got together.
We should go.
Thank you so much.
Um, we'll speak to your husband
another day.
Come on, Charles.
Why leave before we've spoken
to Luke Sheppard?
Luke Sheppard
was at the jazz night
when Melissa was killed,
so he has an alibi.
John Dewey threatened Luke
with violence.
He could have done the same
to James
if he thought James and Melissa
were having an affair.
So we need to speak
to John Dewey immediately.
Come on, Charles!
Good luck.
Oh, Bill!
Just wait a sec.
We've found proof
that James is still alive.
Found out where he's staying,
but he's... he's gone.
So, obviously, we need to
find out where's he's headed.
So we need you to use
your police resources
to, you know,
check out where he's...
I'm sitting my sergeant's exam
in half an hour,
but I'll come straight back.
I don't think
you're quite understanding me.
I just told you
that James is still alive
- and he may be badly hurt.
- Well...
You know what, Bill?
Just don't you worry about it.
Yeah.
It's fine.
Just you obsess
about your stupid exam.
You know, you... you think
you want to be a sergeant.
Do you think
you're really up to it?
Hmm?
I mean, what kind of man
would want to spend his life
surrounded by these
weird creatures?
This kind of man.
Lonely, single...
prefers the company of dolls
to rude humans.
Sorry.
Uh, M-Mr. Dewey?
Ah. Mr. Dewey.
Hello.
- Hi.
- Hi.
We're private detectives.
We'd like to ask you
a few questions about...
Melissa, my ex-wife. Yes.
We knew they'd come calling
soon, didn't we, Felicity?
Yes.
Ask me anything you want.
You were punching above your...
You seem an...
An unlikely couple.
Melissa was out of my league.
Is that what you're struggling
to say, my aristocratic friend?
Yes.
Poor Melissa.
She had a troubled childhood.
Got in with bad people
who got her into drugs.
I offered her security
after years of turmoil...
until she got bored and had
an affair with Luke Sheppard.
And who could blame her?
He's gorgeous.
Did you threaten her
or Luke Sheppard?
Me?
Threaten big, butch Luke?
What chance would I stand,
my dear?
No.
I was glad to get rid.
I haven't seen or thought of
Melissa for years now.
Sorry.
I blew the exam, I'm sure of it.
Agatha doesn't think
I'm up to being a sergeant,
and now I'm going to
prove her right.
Agatha's just worried
about James.
- She thinks you're amazing.
- Hold on.
There's a light on at Melissa's.
I'm gonna take a look.
No. Bill.
Bill.
Don't take stupid risks because
of something Agatha said.
Look.
Call Wilkes for backup.
I don't need Wilkes.
Hello?
Thanks for taking me in.
Forensics say that the hammer
I was attacked with
was the same
that killed Melissa,
probably used to attack James.
So it's all connected.
We're still no further forward
to finding James.
I think I owe you an apology.
Toni told me what happened.
If it wasn't for me,
you would never have gone
into Melissa's cottage
and you never
would have been attacked.
For what it's worth,
I have always believed in you.
I think you're gonna pass
that exam
and make an excellent sergeant.
Here we go.
Now, Bill, I want you to take
this opportunity
to have a little bit of peace
and time for yourself.
Okay?
What's that?
Oh, dear.
Let's just move these away.
No flowers or grapes,
but I did bring vodka.
I thought we could all drink it
one night when you're better.
Sounds like a plan.
I'm so glad you're okay.
If anything had happened
to you...
Uh, something did happen to me.
I got hit on the head
with a hammer by a murderer.
I heard a comrade officer
had been wounded in action.
Oh.
Now, I know it's a risk we take
protecting the community,
but still...
Reporting for duty, sir.
How can I help?
Mrs. Boggle, thank you.
But right now, it's enough
knowing that you're out there
patrolling the streets,
being our eyes and ears.
Mission accepted.
Well, I'm not sure if we need to
make it that formal.
- I won't let you down.
- Yes. Well, thank you, Mrs. B.
But, uh, if you'll excuse us,
we're about to have a bit
of a case-conference.
So, for my money,
I think the villain has to be
one of Melissa's
shopkeeping ex-husbands...
John Dewey,
creepy purveyor of dolls,
or hunky Luke Sheppard
of L.J. Sheppard
Gentlemen's Outfitters...
Sale ends Friday.
20% percent off all tailoring
on presentation of this flyer.
Thank you for that.
Toni, could you go back
to Nanny Maude's house,
have a root around,
see if there are any signs
that James might have returned?
Will do.
Do we think drugs
could be behind all this?
I mean, didn't Dewey say Melissa
had drug issues in her past?
She had them
in her present as well.
Melissa was a regular
at the singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
And she went there to buy drugs
from a dealer
who operates there.
I'd be very surprised
if anyone was selling drugs
- at the singles night.
- Well, you should know.
You're a regular there too,
Sir Charles.
I have no idea what you're
talking about, Mrs. B.
It's in my dossier.
Singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
"Observed Sir Charles Fraith
being rejected by multiple women
whilst wearing
a ridiculous fake mustache."
And my humiliation is complete.
Well, perhaps we should all go
to the singles night,
see if we can find the man
that sold Melissa the drugs.
Now, I'll have to get
a hall pass from Mr. Boggle
because he gets very jealous
when men flock 'round me.
Right.
Well, I'm coming too.
I know I should let Wilkes
handle the investigation.
Oh, good God, no.
No. No.
Do you have anything else on me
in that dossier?
I couldn't possibly discuss
official secrets
with a civilian.
Where are you off to?
Singles night
at the Fox and Ferret.
Honestly!
James is barely gone...
Hopefully not gone at all...
And you're already
trying to replace him.
Will you just relax?
I want James back
just as much as you do.
I am going to the singles night
as part of the investigation.
But currently,
I am probably famously
the most unsingle woman
in the Cotswolds.
No one's gonna tell me anything.
Actually, Sheila,
how would Mr. Sheila feel
about you being single...
Just for the evening?
Oh, he couldn't care less.
I've never bought drugs
in my life.
But if I had, it wouldn't occur
to me to buy them here.
There's a dark underside
to the Cotswolds, Sheila.
It's not all thatched cottages
and cream teas.
Now, we've got to blend in
and not attract attention
if we're going to find
Melissa's dealer.
And that hemline needs to go up
an inch or ten.
And I've already told you
about that mustache.
Ow!
- Oh.
- Everyone knows it's you.
Maybe that's where
I've been going wrong.
This private-detective thing
is fun!
- Shh!
- Ooh!
- Is the medallion too much?
- Way too much.
It's perfect.
Detective Constable Wong!
What exactly are you doing at
a singles night in the company
of half the Agatha Raisin
Detective Agency?
What are you doing at a singles
night, more to the point?
- I'm undercover.
- Mm.
I heard there were drugs
being sold here.
I'm wearing a wire.
Testing.
Testing, testing.
I am now entering
the establishment
at approximately 20:46.
Make that 20:47.
Mm.
- Hello. You...
- No.
I do not want to give
my feedback
on a recent purchase
of kitty litter.
Nor do I think I may be eligible
for a payout
from a PPI that I bought
in 1998!
Oh, God!
Okay, so what part
of "I'm not interested"
do you not understand?
Agatha.
James?
James, is that you?
Where are you?
I'm calling from a pay phone
so the police don't track
my mobile,
and I've run out of coins.
James, what have you got
to fear from the police?
What have you done?
Please, please,
will you just come back to me?
No.
I want to.
Of course I do.
But I can't.
I-I'd put you in danger,
and I'm not prepared to do that.
I need you to know...
I wasn't having an affair
with Melissa.
I know that.
The police are convinced
I'm responsible,
and that means the killer
is out there
- and no one's looking for them.
- Did you see who killed Melissa?
No.
After I was hit, all I remember
was Melissa's voice.
Uh... it sounded
like she knew them.
Agatha...
that thing that Melissa said
that I had to tell you...
What?
I...
- Agatha? Agatha...
- James.
James.
I've never been to
a singles night before.
Every night is singles night
for me at the moment.
My advice to you...
Find someone
to settle down with.
Well, well, well.
Look who's here.
Now, I don't know much,
but I know that you don't bring
a doll to singles night.
So, uh, how does this
singles-night thing work, then?
Well, the guys send the girls
drinks, and they hit on us.
That's it, really.
You seem like a bit
of an expert.
Oh, I'm a player.
And don't you forget it, stud.
That's from the gent over there.
What did I tell you?
Ooh.
- From him, madam.
- Cheers. Cheers.
- Ooh!
- Another. From here.
I knew this would happen.
Thank God Mr. Boggle's not here.
He'd tear them limb from limb.
Well done.
Oh. Mrs. Boggle.
I didn't know that you were
a singleton.
I didn't know that you were.
Oh, I am tonight.
Ooh.
Oh, not... not a word
to the mayoress, of course.
So, um, how about I buy you
and, uh, and this lovely lady
here a drink, eh?
Here undercover.
Wearing a wire.
- Ooh.
- Ooh. Like we're in NCIS.
Ooh!
Loving it!
So, who are we looking for?
Drug-dealers, illegal purveyors
of substances and highs.
Ah.
Roger that.
Oh, and, um, keep 'em peeled.
- Ooh!
- Whoop, boop, doop, boop.
That guy sold Melissa drugs.
He wasn't saying anything
at first,
but then he fell
for my womanly charm.
I'm just kidding.
He hasn't sold Melissa drugs
in weeks.
She's getting them
from her ex-husband.
Ah!
Would any of you lovely young
people care to join our party?
Sir Charles!
The more the merrier, I say.
Oh. Um...
I'm not sure we're really
in a party mood, Mayor Ted.
FYI, Constable...
Myself and my unofficial deputy
here
have completed
our investigation,
and we can now declare that this
is a drugs-free singles night.
- Great.
- Brilliant. Excuse me.
I'm gonna see her.
So Dewey manages
to avoid questioning
because of an incompetent
inspector and a swinging mayor.
Toni and I could go
and see him today.
Great idea.
I will tell Charles and Sarah
to find an excuse to go
and see Luke Sheppard at work.
I wanted to show you this.
It's CCTV footage.
James, you're alive!
Wait.
How did you access this?
Used my police account.
But won't Wilkes know
you've logged on
when you're on sick leave?
What about your promotion?
Well, James is my friend.
You okay, Agatha?
I actually talked to James
last night.
You spoke to him?
He rang, but he got cut off
before he could tell me
where he was.
Oh, it's okay.
We'll find him.
We'll start at that lay-by.
That's Dewey's place.
He lives above the shop.
Mrs. Boggle?
What are you doing here?
Protecting the community 24/7,
mainly from teenagers.
I hate teenagers, don't you?
L-Look at them.
Strutting 'round
like they own the place.
And look what they wrote.
It's outrageous!
Any fool knows there are two G's
in "Boggle."
"Walking down street..."
Lovely to meet you, Sir Charles.
And let me say
what a pleasure it is
to make a suit for a man with
such a trim and youthful figure.
Ah. Well, one likes
to keep in shape.
My wife says you've been 'round
asking questions about Melissa.
W... Listen.
Sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
I've been staring at that
since you came in.
Let me tell you
what I told Inspector Wilkes.
On the night of Melissa's
murder, I was at the concert.
And, uh, when that poor
young policeman was attacked...
I was at a hotel with
Karen... for her 30th birthday.
Thirtieth?
Yes.
That's right.
Ah.
Won't you join us for tea?
Oh.
Do we have to?
Those dolls creep me out.
You told Sir Charles Fraith
that you hadn't seen Melissa
in years,
but our inquiries suggest
otherwise.
Ah.
Melissa came 'round
wanting money...
a few weeks ago.
I told her I couldn't help.
I was worried
she'd only spend it on drugs,
like she did
when we were together.
So she had drug issues
during your marriage?
I am old-fashioned about drugs.
I hate them because
of what they did to Melissa.
Right.
All measured up.
Shall we say give me
the £300 deposit now...
and the other £1,200
when the suit's ready?
Fifteen hundred?
Bargain.
Okay. Yes.
Well done.
Clever little snoops,
aren't they, ladies?
Yes.
I did see Melissa, yes.
She was seeing a psychiatrist
in Mircester,
and she popped 'round
afterwards.
She was lonely.
And you won't be surprised
to learn so was I.
Was someone selling her drugs,
Mr. Dewey?
Well, I wouldn't know.
I have nothing to do with drugs.
They scare me.
What's this about?
I'm pretty sure taking
a toy doll to a singles night
is a good way to stay single.
Well, I...
Well, I'm sure you're right.
Yes.
But the thing is, uh,
I don't have a wingman.
So I make do with a-a wing-doll.
Officer Boggle checking in!
Everything okay
or do you want me to call
Inspector Wilkes for backup?
Yes!
Yes!
He recognized James!
He said that he asked him
for a lift.
But the driver refused
to take him
because he thought he looked...
His words... a little dubious.
Said he wanted to go
to Scotland.
Scotland?!
I mean, obviously we can't go
to Scotland right now.
Your wife not feeding you, mate?
If you knew anything
about my wife's cooking,
you'd understand.
- Can I get a cup of tea, please?
- Sure.
So, Dewey is our prime suspect.
Agreed.
As far as I can tell,
the only thing Luke Sheppard
is guilty of
is overcharging me for a suit.
But didn't you say
Luke had a bong in his house?
That could belong to the wife,
Karen.
True.
What about checking out
this psychiatrist
that Dewey said
Melissa was seeing?
Good idea.
I was also wondering
if there are any clues
at Melissa's house.
Probably.
Whoever Bill disturbed must have
been there for a reason.
I could always, um,
try and break in,
check out her laptops,
et cetera.
Neighborhood watch take
a very dim view
of breaking and entering, even
by landed gentry, Sir Charles.
You could always use the spare
key Melissa Sheppard hid
under the yellow flowerpot
to the left of the front door.
- It's in the...
- In the dossier.
Course it is.
Dossier.
Oh.
Marvelous.
Well, she wasn't lying
about being a writer.
Three novels...
"Rehab," "The Walrus"...
Oh.
"Fifty Shades of James."
Don't need to read that one.
I think we absolutely do
have to read that one.
Well, thank you for your help.
Right.
That was the last private doctor
in James' search results,
and he hasn't made
an appointment there either.
So then what was he doing
googling doctors?
Why face all this on his own
rather than ask us for support?
Bloody men.
I wonder who she is.
Clearly connected to Melissa
in some way.
But I daresay she'd tell you,
Charles.
I mean, what lady can resist
your legendary charms?
Very funny.
Hello.
I'd like to make an appointment
to see Dr. Henderson, please.
Yes.
Of course.
Sir Charles Fraith.
Charles.
Hello there.
Welcome to the area.
Oh. No.
I-I'm not living here.
No.
The house belonged to my sister.
I'm just collecting
family heirlooms.
I was terribly sorry
to hear of your sad loss.
But I'm sure your sister
would want you to have them.
She definitely wouldn't,
but I'm having them anyway.
You know, I didn't know
your sister very well, but...
but you seem very different.
Why is that, I wonder.
It's a long story.
I would very much like
to hear it.
Would you like to come in?
Still got it, Charlie boy.
We weren't close.
Hadn't seen each other in years.
Melissa was a novelist?
A novelist, a yoga teacher,
an astronaut,
was secretly going out
with Prince William.
Melissa claimed them all.
The truth...
She was a narcissist
and a drug addict,
in and out of rehab
in her early 20s.
Even so,
she was our father's favorite.
He disinherited me
and left everything to her.
What did you do to deserve that?
I'll tell you another time.
Melissa was pretty and popular.
I was always in her shadow.
I can't imagine why.
Especially, if I may say...
in those heels.
You're very charming,
Sir Charles.
It has been said,
although not recently.
I know a very nice pub nearby.
I wonder if I could buy you
a drink this afternoon.
The plain sister,
jealous of the younger,
more beautiful sister.
A story as old as time.
Add her to the rogue's gallery.
Julia is not plain.
I think she's rather beautiful.
We're going for a drink.
Oh!
Charles has fallen in love
with the new suspect,
only because she's the only
woman in a very long time
that's not given him
the bum's rush.
Yes.
Anyway...
we need to get back to Melissa's
house, find that "Rehab" novel.
Oh!
I'm on it.
Good, good.
That was the receptionist
from one of the private doctors
we called earlier...
A Dr. Henderson.
A person answering
James' description
has just made an appointment
for an hour's time.
We need to keep quiet and
stay hidden till he comes out.
If James is hurt, he really
needs to see that doctor.
I'll keep my emotions in check.
Good.
Oh, my God!
James!
Sheila!
James, don't run!
Please just come home!
I can't.
Not yet.
Agatha.
Oh, he thinks
we've called the police!
Oh, well done, Sheila.
Brilliant.
I thought
you boarding-school types
were meant to repress
all your feelings.
Agatha.
Whatever's wrong with James,
it's psychological,
not physical.
Okay, Charles.
Here we go.
Hi.
How are you doing?
So nice to see you again.
Sorry.
Hot date.
Okay.
Here we are.
Charles?
Is this...
I fear this date may not be
as hot as you've imagined.
This is why my father
disinherited me.
He did it
the day I took my vows.
I have a polo mallet...
and I'm not afraid to use it.
Lacey.
Charles.