Agatha Raisin (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - A Spoonful of Poison - full transcript

I'm gonna find her.

Agatha!

Agatha!

What are you doing?

Rescuing Agatha!

Fire's in there.

It's a sign.

Yes, I count at least six.

No, not that sort
of sign, Charles.

The sort my boss uses.

Oh, right, him.



I mean, why would anyone want
to build a casino in Snoth.

It's hardly Monte Carlo, is it?

Oy!

Shut up!

You can't stop... no...
Stupid interfering gits!

It's evolution! Progress!

- We don't want you...
- Power to the people!

Yeah! Power to the people!

This isn't Vegas.
We don't want...

Come along, Che Guevara. Let's
go see how Agatha's doing.

So you're telling me
that after seeing Mr. Weldon's

body in the lobby, you
were attacked by a bear?

Of course I'm not.

I was knocked out by
someone in a bear costume.



I've been doing some
digging, Mrs. Raisin.

Murder seems to
follow you around.

Well, I'm afraid it
comes with the job.

16 years I've
been policing Snoth,

and murder wise, we'd
amassed a big fat nul points

till you got here.

Well, in that case, I
think you're going to need

my help to investigate
it then, aren't...

Will you stop doing that.

Sorry.

I mean, my wife put
them on a hot wash.

Why were you in
the victim's room

after the fire alarm went off?

Remove this flagrant
abuse of human rights,

and maybe, just
maybe we can talk.

Not while you remain a
suspect and a flight risk.

Answer the question.

The door was open.

I was checking to make
sure everyone had got out.

Bullchop, a.k.a., I
don't believe you.

Oh, my head hurts again.

I'm not sure I'm strong
enough to do this right now.

Would you mind?

Come on, Janet.

I saw Harry Beam in a teddy
bear costume yesterday.

Is that the dishy receptionist?

He's not that dishy.

No, my instinct tells me it
wasn't Harry who attacked me.

- What about Brian?
- Ooh, or Chelsea?

I had eyes on
Chelsea the entire time.

She didn't leave the dining room
till the fire alarm went off.

Which was after
Wayne was killed.

Right, listen, when I went into
Wayne's room the second time,

that room had been ransacked.

It sounds like the
killer was looking

for the stolen jewelry, too.

Well, he probably got the
key off Wayne on the stairs,

where we found the slider.

He'd have put up a fight.

Though not necessarily
a very effective one.

So did the killer
intend to murder this

Wayne chap, or was it just about
gaining access to his room?

Well, listen to this. Bill
told me that Ronnie Black

had brutally attacked
two fellow inmates.

And he was released from
prison a fortnight ago.

- So surely he's up there...
- Hold that thought!

Sorry, so much
been going on that

I'd almost forgot about this.

I couldn't get into
my writing yesterday,

so I did some investigating.

This is Ronnie
Black at his trial.

Hold on.

I think I recognize him.

Silver car, lurking outside
the hotel the day we arrived.

Black fluffy dice hanging
from his rear-view mirror!

Very retro.

- Whoa.
- Oh, okay, you need to rest.

Yeah, she's right,
Agatha. Come on.

Okay, okay, Nurse
Ratched, you win.

Have a word with Harry.

You two, see what you can
find out about Ronnie Black

and his fluffy dice.

So you don't get bored.

Hi there.

Sir Charles Fraith.

Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Shaw.

How can I help you gentlemen?

We're looking for Harry.

Well, that makes three of us.

He should've started
work an hour ago.

And he's not
answering his phone.

Could we have his address?

I...

I know it's terribly
cheeky of us,

but it's super important
that we speak with him.

Okay.

Have you seen this man?

- No dice.

You reckon the killer
set off the fire alarm?

Well, I mean, it makes sense.

Probably heard me scream.

Figured Wayne's body had
been found pretty sharpish

and wanted the hotel emptied

while they looked
for the jewelry.

Note to self...

No more weird freak outs
when confronted by the dead.

I mean, what on earth possessed
you to bring a woman like

Agatha to a place
like Snot-on-Sea?

Snoth's history is a
big part of my new book.

Some people find
the town charming.

You really don't know her
at all, do you, Lacey?

Give me that.

Hello.

Yes, this is she.

Oh.

Now you want to
talk to me, do you?

Oh, okay, okay.

Well, I will be
down in 15 minutes.

Okay, just, just...

That was Brian Jankers.
Wants to talk to me.

Got something
important to tell me.

What about your head?

Oh, it's fine. 100
percent better now.

Probably just low blood
sugar. Look, here we go.

All sorted. Ting!

One wobble, and
it's back to bed.

Jimmy and Manolo really
would not approve.

I'm gonna get changed
in the bathroom.

Would you call that
silver or grey?

Dark slate. Oh, look!
An ice cream van.

Roy! We're in the
middle of a manhunt.

Yeah, so we show the sketch to
the ice cream man, or woman.

You never know, Ronnie Black
might have fancied a Mr. Whippy.

I left my, uh, bear
costume in the staff room.

So, I guess the killer
must have swiped it.

Do many people have access?

Well, it's rarely
locked, so, yes, lots.

How come you're not at work?

Marcia relies on me
a bit too heavily.

I just needed a day off.

Saveloy?

Hangover cure of the gods.

No thanks.

Think I should go lolly or cone?

Roy! He's seen him!

- When?
- Just now!

He said he went that way.

Oh?

Yeah.

Obviously running a bit late.

Twelve o'clock.

Look.

That's our boy.

Oh?

Hello.

We've located the bandit.

The bandit?

Oh! The Bandit, yes!

Uh, where?

- Snoth Pier.
- He's aged quite a bit.

Shhh!

He's on the move.
We're following him.

Listen, you keep your distance.

The man is dangerous.

The Bandit has
entered The Palace.

Coast is clear.

You go.

He's heading
down to the basement.

We'll follow him. Over and out.

Oh.

Right.

I need you to stay here
and wait for Brian Jankers.

I don't even know
what he looks like.

Uh, mm...

Put upon.

And angry about it.

That's it?

Yes, that's it.

I'm just waiting for someone.

Shh!

He went in there.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

You could use that as a helmet.

Oh, moody.

Spread out.

Really? Look where we are.

It reeks of the last
place you'll ever see.

Whereas there's
safety in numbers.

You'll be fine.

You have a bucket.

Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh!

Mr. Black?

Ronnie?

The Bandit is here!

Whoa!

At least this time
it wasn't a guest.

Still won't do your Trip
Advisor score any favors.

Come on, Janet.

Casino it is then.

Viva Las Snoth.

That is a Fairbairn-Sykes
fighting knife.

As used by The Royal Marines.

Archie?

Well, we had a poke
around down there,

and the lock mechanism
on the staff side door

has been glued open.

And I came in that
way yesterday.

So it's been messed
with since then.

Well, do you think may be
the killer glued it in order

for Ronnie Black to get in?

I noticed something else odd.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
good explanation for this.

But I went to tell Marcia
why I wasn't at work today,

but I couldn't find her.

- What time was this?
- Half past 1:00.

I checked my watch.

At exactly the time the
killer was in the basement.

I waited at reception,
and when she returned,

she seemed agitated.

And... and her shoes were dusty.

- The basement?
- The basement?

Normally she's very particular
about her appearance.

You're not seriously suggesting
that the fragrant Marcia

murdered that oafish thug
of an ex-con, are you?

Did Marcia know about
your bear costume?

Yes. All the staff
do. And Mr. Miller.

He made fun of me for
wearing it in the gym.

Oh! Terry Miller.

He seems to be hanging
around this hotel

an awful lot, doesn't he?

Does Miller drive
a white Range Rover

with private number plates?

He does.

Oh, well, he at
least looks capable

of tossing someone
over a balustrade

and of being handy with a knife.

Right, gentlemen, I need you
to go on a little excursion

for me, up the coast.

Well, I can't go, can I?

Mind if we borrow Marilyn?

Be kind to her.

- Sorry.

Okay, I'll get it.

Oh, it's only Bill.

Oh.

Where is she?

What are you doing here, Bill?

Well, you're hurt. Where
else am I gonna be?

I'm okay. I'm just a
bit shaken up, is all.

Look, I'm really proud of
you, but please be careful.

Did you get a look
at the killer's face?

Nope. I had my back
to whoever shoved me.

I've got no idea
what they look like.

It's good you came, Bill.

I feel we need all
hands on deck now.

What are you wearing?

Can I take your order?

Yeah, um, I'd like
a glass of champa...

- Oh, it's you.
- It is.

Yeah, um, I'm sorry I
didn't turn up before.

I, um... I had a migraine.

Right.

That'll be all
the stress, Brian.

Yeah, I was gonna call
you after I'd eaten.

You said you had something
important to tell me.

I do.

Our honeymoon wasn't
meant to be in Snoth.

We had planned to go to
Paris, but a fortnight ago,

Geraldine changed the plans.

Why did she do that?

Well, she did mention that, um

that she wanted to
go back to her roots.

So, do you think that this
sudden change of destination

had something to do
with the murders?

The day we arrived,
Geraldine was on her phone,

and I overheard her calling the
person on the other end "Tam."

What, Tam as in Tammy,
short for Tamsin?

Actually, it seemed like
she was talking to a man.

Oh?

So, I asked her about this Tam.

Hmm.

And she said it was
just an old school mate.

And then just
changed the subject.

The fact that my wife didn't say
shewas an old school friend...

- Ah.
- Just increased my suspicion.

Right, so you think,
she was maybe having

an affair.

- No.
- Mr. Jankers,

had a lover in Snoth?

Well, if she did,

I hope they had a better
time in bed than me and her.

- Oh, God!
- I need a drink now.

- Ugh.
- I think there's a waiter

round here somewhere.

- Champagne, right?
- Yeah.

In her memory.

Of course.

She loved a glass of fizz.

Bless him.

What do your tattoos mean?

Oh.

"Never Forget."

My parents died
when I was young.

Reminds me they were here.

Did Wayne ever mention stolen
jewelry, armed robbery?

No.

Is my necklace from the robbery?

It might well be.

Oh, am I gonna have
to give it back?

Maybe.

Probably best not to wear
it until all this is sorted.

It's the nicest thing
Wayne's ever given me.

How long had you known him?

Six and a bit months.

We met at a bar, not
on Tinder.

Wayne said it was fate
what brought us together,

on account of me
being a Chelsea.

What?

That's his team.

Oh.

Well, it washis team.

Sorry.

Sorry, excuse me.

It's okay.

It's open.

- Hello.
- Mrs. Raisin.

The owners are not
happy. Three murders now.

Well, we are working on it.

Where were you at
1:30 p.m. today?

I was inspecting

one of the outbuildings...
Rodent issues.

Oh.

Was Geraldine
originally from Snoth?

Is that how you two
knew each other?

Yeah, she lived here till she
was 18, then moved to London.

But you managed
to keep in touch?

She'd make contact
every few years,

send a Christmas card,
or call me late at night

when she was in between
husbands and feeling lonely.

- Mm.

Would you mind if I
took a tiny little peek

in your safe, please?

Tiny
bit of a problem.

Oh?

After the second murder,
I changed the password.

It seemed like a
sensible thing to do.

- Mm-hmm.
- I wrote it in my notebook,

and now I can't find
the bloody thing.

I'm hoping it'll turn up before
I have to get a locksmith in

to... to drill it.

So Geraldine never asked
you to put anything in there

when she arrived
for safekeeping?

No, no.

- No?
- No.

No.

Okay, well, you
can tell the owners

that we are inching
our way closer.

Thank you.

Just... just one more
thing before I go.

You don't happen to know
someone called Tam, do you?

Lives around here, friend of
Geraldine, could be a man.

No, sorry.

Okay.

Merci.

D'rien.

Leave me alone!

You shouldn't have done that.

Is this your Fairbairn-Sykes?

My Fairbairn-Sykes disappeared

a month after my father's
gold lighter vanished.

Did you ever mention
this to anyone?

The knife?

You're joking, no.

Not after Geraldine was so
angry at me for accusing

Wayne the first time.

Yes!

I think you're missing
some balls, Bill.

English Billiards
only uses three, apparently.

Charles explained
the rules to me once.

To be honest, my mind drifted.

- Fair.
- Agatha?

Yes?

How did Chelsea respond when you
asked her about her necklace?

Oh, she didn't hesitate.

She also wanted to know
if it was hot or not.

Hmm.

- I think Marcia was lying.
- Yep.

About losing the safe code.

Would make sense putting
the jewelry in there,

if Mrs. Jankers did bring
it with her to Snoth.

So is Marcia slyly
hanging on to the jewelry

now that Geraldine
and Wayne are dead?

Or is she, in fact, the killer?

Okay, this thing!

This thing is officially
driving me nuts!

I can't even think straight!

There has to be ways
to take them off.

Bolt cutters and
a bucket of water.

And you know that how?

An ex-boyfriend.

Wiltshire's Young offender
of the year of 2017.

Usually best not to ask, Bill.

Oh. Sorry. Uh, I'm interrupting.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no problem.

No, I was just after some
chairs for Viva Las Vegas.

But I can come back later.

No come on in. Don't be shy.
Get the chairs, get the chairs.

Thank you.

What is it, Harry?

Uh, would you mind if I...

No, go on.

Terry? Hm.

Adam Miller. Hm.

Um, "TAM" is also an acronym
for "Trouble At Mill."

His private number
plate... "Trouble."

Nice!

I like puzzles.

Um, and also I saw his middle
name on the planning notice, so.

How well do you
know Terry Miller?

Outside of the
hotel, not at all.

But I've heard
things, of course.

Just rumors down the pub
about how he made his money.

But, um, you know
what people are like,

I'm sure it's all cobblers.

- Oh, come on!
- Go on!

Okay, so, uh, my friend's
dad, who's a bit dodgy,

reckons that Miller was
into laundering money

and that's how he financed his
first big property development.

- So, Piers, Archie's Fairburn...
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

According to the PNC,

Terry Miller was
arrested 15 years ago

in Snoth for handling
stolen goods,

but the case never
made it to court.

Why not?

All the evidence went missing.

Who was the arresting officer?

Says here DS Martin Barret?

- Oh?
- Coincidence!

Reckon he's a bent copper?

Well, it would certainly
explain a few things.

Indeed.

In that case, I think
it might be time

to get rid of this little chap.

Oh, I'll see if the
hotel's got bolt cutters.

Okay.

- Ooh.

Right, Roy's in position
on the stairs in case

Barret sends in the SWAT team.

'Cause this might not
be 100% effective.

You tell me this now.

You ready?

Yes, I'm ready.

- Yes!

Need any help in here?

No, thank you.

You might not want to see this.

It'll help you maintain
plausible deniability.

Good call. Carry on.

- Oh, God, what now?!

You sounded anxious.

Just look away like you're
having an injection.

I'll be fine.

You might want to
turn around, though.

Just in case this
all goes pear shaped,

don't want you having
to lie to the police.

I can always take a
short vow of silence.

Come on.

Ah!

Yes!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, make
sure that stays underwater.

Aah!

Oh, the thing, not me foot!

Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes,
yes, oh, yes, yes!

Right, we need to get the
boys some dinner suits.

Well, mine's in the
car. So, I'm sorted.

'Course it is, Charles.

It's Viva Las
Vegas time, people!

Whoo-hoo!

One of us
should play with them.

See how good they are at lying.

Well, Sarah's the
pro card sharp.

The thing is I've
promised to give up.

Oh, alright, alright.

Sorry about
the pocket rockets.

Don't be. You were
dealt the better hand.

Okay, ladies, big
blind, small blind.

Well, look at all
those pretty diamonds.

I fold.

We needed this tonight.

Now let's see what you
high rollers have got.

- Oh, nut flush.

Guess diamonds are a
girl's best friend.

Last bets.

- Thank you.
- Cutting it fine, Sir Charles.

Adds to the buzz,
don't you find?

They call it the
devil's game, you know?

Roulette.

Oh, I see.

Why?

The numbers add up to 666.

And the inventor supposedly
sold his soul to you know who.

Rather easy to do I imagine.

Oh? What's he doing here?

Did he mention anything to
you about coming tonight?

No.

So, if we buy that Wayne
stole the knife from Archie,

the question becomes,
who took it from Wayne?

And when it was taken.

If it was before
or after he climbed

his last flight of stairs.

Hm.

Oh, don't those two look chummy.

Very.

Not sure I'd have let tonight
go ahead if I were the police.

No. Maybe Terry twisted his arm.

Oh, God!

Don't! It's the best I could do.

Harry very kindly sourced
it from lost property.

Okay. Right.

I need you to keep
tabs on Archie.

The other gentleman
in fancy dress,

over at the Black Jack table.

If the killer is here tonight,
he or she may strike again.

So...

Okay.

Roy?

Yeah?

Do you come with a vase?

- Oops, sorry.
- Sorry.

Whoa! You look amazing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You don't look to
bad yourself, by the way.

Thanks. Um...

I was just gonna say the
straps loose, that's...

- Oh?
- Probably why.

Let me get that for you.

Oops, sorry.

You okay?

- How we doing?

Good, good, good. Right.

All enjoying Viva Las
Vegas at The Palace?

- Yay! Whoo!
- Good, good.

So tonight, we've been
raising a ton of money

for the Army Benevolent Fund,

showing the locals
what it would be like

to have a Crescendo
Casino in our town,

where the fun would be 24/7.

Hey! Whoo, whoo!

Now I'd like to thank
Mr. Max Hopkins,

CEO of Crescendo Casinos,

for kindly covering the
cost of this evening.

- Thank you very much, sir.
- Max.

Now, we'll be here all night
answering any questions

you've got about
the developments.

And I personally will be around

for the free
champagne breakfast,

which I know a lot of you lot
will be sticking around for!

- We don't want your casino!
- We don't want your casino!

- Get them out!
- We don't want your casino!

Get them out!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

Get out!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

Ooh.

Apologies, apologies.

Can we not get them out?

The peaceful protestors, I mean.

Now, good evening, everyone.

I am Agatha, Agatha
Raisin, private detective

and guest at this hotel.

Now, I wanted to raise something

which I thought was
rather relevant.

And then I promise you can all
go back to enjoying yourselves.

Can I have the
microphone, please?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I just wanted to check that
due diligence had been done

to ensure that all the main
players of this casino project

do not have a
criminal background.

Hm?

Because, obviously,
casinos can attract

money laundering gangs.

And as we all know, that
would be wildly inappropriate

to have anyone with connections
to that kind of organization

being instrumental
in this development.

Give me that!

People like Terry Miller.

Whose number plate
even spells "Trouble."

Oh, and look at that.

It would appear that our local
CID don't want to hang around

to be put on the spot
and questioned about

Terry Miller's criminal past.

I wonder why.

You might've stalled the casino,
but you've also made yourself

a lifelong enemy
of Terry Miller!

I think he knew Geraldine.

What sort of stolen goods did
you arrest him for handling?

Was it jewelry?

Oh, I think the big wigs want
a word with you, Big Boy!

Hey, look!

Hey! I want my tag back!

Agatha, where are you?

I'm outside Miller's
development on Captains Row.

Wait for us.

I think he's going
to torch the place.

Look, I've got to go.

This is all your fault.

Well, that's a bit harsh.

Max Hopkins cancelled
a contract for me

to build the casino.

So you're gonna burn
the building down

for the insurance
money, are you?

Well, some of us have got debts.

That contract was the
only thing keeping the...

Crescendo bosses from breaking
every bone in my body.

Oh, losing streak at
the tables, was it?

Your friend Geraldine called
you last week, didn't she?

Tam?

And asked you to fence
the stolen jewelry.

And you think I
killed her for it?

Well, you owe a lot of money
to the wrong sort of people.

Look, I've done loads of
things that I'm not proud of,

but I've never killed a friend.

You know, there is
still a way out of this.

Well...

He's got a nail gun!

Not the velvet!

Seriously?

Did we win?

Hello?

Make sure you investigate
him properly this time,

or I'm gonna kick up
one hell of a fuss.

Like you did at Viva Las Vegas?

Oh, that was me just shaking
the tree to see what fell out.

This would be far, far worse.

Look, you're right, he's
got form with back-handers

and maybe even money laundering.

But he's also got a rock
solid alibi for the night

of Geraldine Jankers' murder.

He was with you?

Bingo.

Not literally of course.

We were night fishing.

Four other local anglers
will confirm that.

Always make a habit
of getting pally

with everyone you've
arrested, do you?

Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?

It's a small town.

Sometimes we have to let
the past be the past.

Let the past be the past.

Not everyone can
do that, you know?

Tricky, most of us need to
"delete history" at some point.

I think we have been looking
at this case all wrong.

What if it's not
about the jewelry.

What if it's more about the
armed robbery itself, hmm?

Right, look up, uh,
Carter's of Chiswick.

- There we go.

Right.

"A body fished from
the River Thames

has been identified
as Donald Carter.

The coroner ruled it as
death by misadventure,

noting that he'd been
walking home along the river

"after drinking heavily
at a local pub."

Then it mentions
that his wife died

six months before
of a heart attack

and them selling
the jewelry store

after a terrifying armed raid.

Chelsea lost her parents
when she was young.

She's got these Chinese
symbol tattoos on her arm.

She told me that they
meant "never forget."

What do the symbols look like?

I saw them.

I'll draw them for you.

As we were playing poker,
Brian joked that diamonds

really are a girl's best friend,

and that seemed to
really upset Chelsea.

That's not right.

Uh, I spent some
time in Shanghai.

I don't think that
says "never forget."

Bill, can you take
a look at this?

I'm from Stroud. Don't ask me.

It says "never forgive."

Oh.

Could this be Chelsea?

Change the hair, and, yeah.

Yes, it could be.
We need to find her.

- The bathroom

- is literally there.
- Oh.

- Mister...
- Mister...

- Will you play with us?
- Will you play with us?

Letting kids roam
around a hotel.

I mean, where are the parents?

You can see them?

Um, yeah.

Come on, girls.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

No.

Oh, you smell of sick.

I'm sorry.

Last man standing,
eh, Mr. Jankers?

Geraldine would've
enjoyed casino night.

Hmm.

The glamour.

The excitement.

The money.

Where's Chelsea?

She went down to The Pier.

- Shh!

Do you hear that?

Is that the jewelry Ronnie
Black took from your parents

at gunpoint, Samantha?

He killed them.

Not right there in the store,
but that's what he did.

So this is all
about payback, then?

Ronnie Black needed to
be held accountable.

So did Geraldine.

She knew he was
gonna rob Carter's.

Wave a sawn-off
shotgun in their faces.

Did she try and
stop him?

No.

The money grabbing
bitch encouraged him.

That psycho took it all!

Oh, get this off me!

So when Ronnie Black got
locked up for armed robbery,

Geraldine went back to where she
knew he'd hidden the jewelry,

helped herself, and then
promptly divorced him.

She wasn't a "stand
by your man" type.

So it would appear.

But why wait until now
to try and sell it?

Because when he went
down, Geraldine knew.

The Flying Squad was
still watching her.

The longer she put
off fencing it,

the less chance there'd be
that she'd be discovered.

I see.

But Ronnie Black's illness meant

that he got released years
earlier than expected.

I'm guessing Mrs. Jankers
got you to lock the jewelry

in there while she
waited for Terry Miller

to take it off her hands.

The safe, yeah, but
she didn't mention him,

or that it was stolen.

Neither did we.

The stolen part I mean.

Oh! I can see why you've
been keeping schtum about it.

Planning a long trip away
somewhere sunny, are you?

But how did Ronnie Black know
that his ex-wife was in Snoth

looking to flog his
24-carat pension?

I tipped him off.

Anonymous text.

How did you get his number?

For two years, I was
Ronnie's prison pen pal.

Oh?

Though he thought he
was corresponding with

Chelsea Davis.

Not Samantha Carter.

Very clever.

And then one day he

he told me about his
medical symptoms, and...

I just knew.

Despite his violent past,

it was only a matter of time
before he'd be released.

And that was when and why
you got to know Wayne,

as a way in with his mother.

Yeah.

Then when I knew Ronnie
was about to get set free,

I made sure Geraldine found out.

Prompting her to contact Miller.

But seducing Wayne?

And having to be his
girlfriend for six long months.

That was a sacrifice.

Though ultimately
one that paid off.

By strangling his mum?

With my scarf.

Sorry about that.

I just couldn't resist
picking it up and using it.

And then what?

You got Ronnie Black
to kill Wayne for you,

by making him think it was
he who had all the jewelry.

To be honest, I wasn't sure
how that would play out.

Oh. No harm in parading it
around the hotel, is there?

After Geraldine's murder,

just to make sure that everyone
knew that it was from Wayne.

My dad said it
paid to advertise.

It's good you figured it out.

It's better that
people understand.

No!

No! No! No!

Help! Help!

Someone help! Help!

Let me go!

I have a confession to make.

I got you here under
false pretenses.

Oh, okay, James, listen.

You and I are
never gonna work...

You misunderstand me.

Not for romantic reasons.

But for superstitious ones.

I wanted things to be as they
were when I wrote my first book.

Because "The Battle
of Titley's Knob"

was so successful in America.

To everyone's surprise.
Including mine.

I'm not sure I can do it again.

So I'm your lucky charm?

Do you mind?

No, gosh, absolutely not.

In fact, um, I'm
rather relieved.

Thank you.

Thank you, madam.
It's on the house.

Well, that's
extremely kind, Lloyd.

- Miss Raisin.
- Yes?

Your luggage has
been brought down.

Thank you, Harry.

Just... just a sec.

Tell me, what exactly
are your plans?

Uh, well, I'm due to
start Uni in the autumn,

but the hotel owners
just offered me

the job of junior manager.

Ah!

Ms. Shaw has been let go.

So someone's recognized
your potential then.

Or realized that
I'm the only one who can work

the reservations system.

- Ah!
- Either way,

I'm kind of undecided, so.

Well, uh, just in
case you ever fancy

becoming a private detective,

seeing as you like puzzles.

Cool. Uh, thank you.

Safe travels.

Well, it would appear that
the coffee is on the house,

courtesy of Lloyd.

Exactly who is Lloyd?