Agatha Raisin (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - There Goes The Bride - full transcript

It's not funny, Agie.

Oh, no, no.

No, it is...
It's a little bit funny.

It was a little bit funny.

They've reached out to Roy to
rebrand a jamming competition.

Well, obviously, to
an old muso like me,

"jamming" means a bunch of
blissed-out jazz hep cats

freestyling some hot licks.

So... So, when
exactly did you realize

that you'd been asked to
rebrand a preserve festival

for the Cotswold Jamerati?



About 10 seconds after I
showed up to the first meeting

smoking a doobie and suggesting
putting on Miles Davis

to get into the funky zone.

I'm very fond of a
Comfrey Magna Preserve Festival.

Hopefully it can be renamed to
something tasteful but original.

Have you met Roy?

Actually, Rev, I've
dragged it from the 1950s,

and it will now be known as...

The Great Cotswold Jammer
Final welcomes you all

to Comfrey Magna Community Hall.

That sounds an awful lot like.

"The Great British Bake Off."

Can you not talk over
our sponsor, please?

Riffraff.



I'm Sybilla Triast-Perkins.

I've been coming to this
historic competition for years.

But this is my first
year attending as

managing director
of Jellop's Jams.

Unfortunately, we're
just running a tad late,

waiting on all the
finalists to arrive.

Oh, it's killing
me, it's killing me.

All right, it's
green, it's green.

Avanti!

Mind me jam, Petra!

Now that we are all
gathered together...

The Reverend
and Mrs. Perfect,

the priestly power couple.

Arthur Chance is the
vicar of Comfrey Magna,

the bishop's favorite.

We don't get on.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You get on with everyone.

There's something not
quite right there.

That's all.

Do give what you can.

There is a collection box
at the back of the hall.

There goes the
competition, Maggie.

Oh, please.

Gilda Brenson's not
the competition.

He'sthe competition.

Oh. Emergency, my ass.

Follow that jam maker!

I'm confident that the
jam-off will be conducted

in the same spirit of
good-natured rivalry

as it always has.

In a minute, along with
our celebrity judges,

I'll be tasting all
your wonderful jams.

Ooh, nice touch with the judges.

Stormzy, Greta Thunberg,
Barack Obama...

All send their apologies,

so he asked for me
and Charles instead.

- Local celebrities.

Big in Evesham.

Thank you for this honor.

And as judge, I promise to
uphold the noble traditions

of fairness and impartiality.

And I promise to
be the mean one.

It's a no from me.

You're fired.

I remember the first year
I attended the jam-off.

The writer returns. Have
you finished your book?

No.

So, why are you back?

Because, uh...

Well, because...

Oh, thank you for answering
all my texts, by the way.

And mine.

Yes, it was great to get
those little updates.

I'm not sure I sent any
little updates to any of you.

Yes, I know. I was
being sarcastic.

Why so elusive, James?

Agatha, I need to have
a little talk with you.

Well, you can have a talk
with me now, if you'd like.

Do you want "pro-jam"?
See what I did there?

Pro-jam?

Yeah, I'll do the
jokes, boy. Off you go.

Mm, Chloe Selby Jellop.

Who's that?

Chloe was managing director

of Jellop's Jams before
Sybilla took over.

I'd like you all to
give exactly that

to the next esteemed person...

Of course.

And before Chloe was MD,
there was Liz Jellop,

who Sarah found dead, with
her head in a vat of jam.

Which was terrible.

Of course that
family are cursed.

I'm a member of
that cursed family.

Chloe was my wife.

Taken from us almost
exactly a year ago today.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, no. Agie's in love.

Oh, please don't, Agatha.

I... I know he's
lovely-looking and all...

Step away from the widower.

Too much emotional baggage.

When you get to a certain age,

everyone's got a bit
of emotional baggage.

I think we're perfect
for each other.

Exactly.

I'm sure Agatha's the
right person to decide

who's best for her romantically.

I am? Yes. I know I am.

You usually disapprove
of my romantic liaisons.

- True.

But sometimes you have
to stop being judgmental.

Allow people to move
on with their lives.

Hmm.

He replied to that text
pretty quickly, guys.

What do you suppose the
big talk he wants to have

with you is about?

Who cares about the big talk?

Not I.

Coming through, coming through!

- Policeman!
- Police brutality.

Stop him! Do you want to go?

Calm down! I got rage!

Looks like some
people didn't get

the good-natured rivalry memo.

Form the judge protection squad!

- Is that really necessary?
- Sorry! Sorry.

Can you see what I'm up against?

1, 2, 3.

They are taking it
really seriously.

Is this us making
time for each other?

Well, some would
say that this...

Me and you at the jam-off...
Counts as a date, no?

Well, not while you're on jam
protection duty, it doesn't.

Bill, if we're going out
together, at some point,

we should actually
go out together.

Fair enough. When are you free?

Well, I'm really busy.

I've got loads of
missing-pet cases to solve.

Come on. Let's get
a day in the diary.

Um...

- Hold the phone!
- Oh.

- Hold the phone!
- Better go and,

uh, preserve the peace.

Harry?

- Um...
- Hi, Toni.

What are you doing
here? Are you a jam fan?

No, uh, Agatha invited me.

- Invited you?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Anyway, I'll... I'll
see you at work.

Ooh, this
is interesting.

What do we have here?

Oh, well, it's a
jam sweetened with honey.

Mmm. I love honey.

But I'm allergic to bees.

Go figure.

Oh, you're
allergic to bees?

Well, you're gonna
be allergic to this,

an old horny goat
weed and beetroot?

I mean, pass the sick bucket.

Maggie, need I remind
you that intimidation

of fellow competitors is
a disqualifying offense.

- Oh, look, a bee!
- Ohh!

No, sorry. Just a fly.

My mistake.

- Oh!

Do it, do
it, stop it, stop it.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry.

Oh, look.

Harry Beam's here. He
said he'd see me at work.

Yes, and so he will.

He showed a talent for
deduction in the Snoth case,

and his enthusiasm
counts for a lot.

Therefore, I want to trial
him as a new detective.

But I'myour junior detective.

Well, now I have two
junior detectives.

Come on!

A little healthy competition
doesn't do any harm.

Great. So can you do the
boring missing-pet cases, then?

Listen, those missing-pet cases

are part of the agency's
bread and butter.

Very good training.

It's important to serve
one's apprenticeship, Toni.

Gilda Brenson.

Mm. May I taste your wares?

You may.

I shall dive in.

Hold on.

That's my GP, Dr. Stevens.

She was telling me
not to eat sugar

'cause it rots your teeth
and causes diabetes,

and there she is
shoveling it down her.

Good grief.

That's very good. Mm.

You don't know what you're
talking about, Sybilla,

because bacon jam... right?

Is a jam!

It's not a
jam! It's a relish!

- What?!
- Time-out, ladies.

- Take a breath.
- Sorry.

- Calmness.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Deep breaths.
- Okay.

Remember what we
learned in our sessions.

Go away.

Just...

Oh.

How did you manage
to calm them down?

Are you some sort
of lady whisperer?

No,
it's... it's my job.

I'm a therapist.

Sometimes you just have to help
people see the bigger picture.

Mm.

Believe me, that argument is
about a lot more than jam.

I am so sorry
about your wife.

That must've been...

Honey.

I adore you.

Let's make love
for all eternity.

Who's the meanest
of the mean judges?

Sir Charles.

Say my name. Say my name.

Blah-blah-blah-blah,
blah-blah-blah.

Meow!

Meow!

Meow!

Is this really happening?

- Dr. Stevens!
- Dr. Stevens.

Maybe Dr. Stevens
was hallucinating

like the other judges,
and that's why she jumped.

This is dreadful.

Why are they all hallucinating?

Maybe the jams were spiked.

And Dr. Stevens had a double
dose of whatever it was.

Well, we saw her wolfing down
the jams, didn't we, Agatha?

It would take a psychedelic drug

to cause hallucinations
like that.

- Like LSD?
- Like LSD?

- Not that I've ever taken LSD.
- Not that I've ever taken LSD.

- Agatha?
- Wait, wait.

I need to make a confession.

This year, I went rogue
with my ingredients.

Oh, quick, someone... Google.

"Can too much caster sugar
make you think you can fly?"

Put your phones away.

I don't think caster
sugar's a psychedelic.

I wouldn't arrest
yourself just yet.

Although, technically, as a
jam-maker, you are a suspect.

Denzel Wilkes is
an innocent man.

I don't think whoever did
this expected Dr. Stevens

or any of the other
judges to die.

Feels like a prank gone wrong.

We need to interview
the jam-makers.

Yes, indeed, we do.

We need to interview
allthe jam-makers.

But interview them about a
murder, not just a prank.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You were right.

About the date.

Life's too short not to
make time for each other.

Let's cancel whatever's
in our diaries

and do something
special tomorrow night.

Aww.

So you can be romantic.

Ah.

So, event run's
from 9:00 to 10:00

with possible
extension to 10:30,

if we're really
enjoying ourselves.

Boom.

- Oh. Hello. Do come in.
- Hi.

I have an awful feeling
that while I was

under the influence
of whatever that was,

I may have called you "honey."

I apologize.

Do you also want to apologize

for wanting to make love
to me for all eternity?

Don't worry, James. I
know you didn't mean it.

Besides, I don't think
I've got enough energy

to make love to anyone for
all eternity, let alone you.

Thank God.

So, what was this

talk you wanted to have with me?

Oh. Yes. Um...

I...

- Oh.

Bye-bye, James.

Bye.

Oh, for goodness sake, just
spit it out and stop dithering.

Mrs. Raisin, they've
suspended me from duty.

Cast me out because
I'm a suspect

in a jam-land murder inquiry.

A hero brought down
by his passions.

Well, if it's
sympathy you're after,

I prefer to dispense
it during office hours.

This is an emergency!

I want to hire you to clear
the name of Denzel Wilkes.

Specifically, the Denzel Wilkes

who's the Cotswold
detective chief inspector

and award-winning
jam-maker... me.

So, Wilkes is a client?

Yes.

We don't think Wilkes is
guilty of anything, do we?

Apart from being absolutely
horrific at his job.

No.

But I'm happy for
him to think he is

and appears to investigate.

There's definitely
something very suspicious

about Dr. Stevens' death.

There is absolutely no way

she could've scaled that
scaffolding unaided,

especially if she was
high on drugs or...

Or whatever as the other judges.

And don't think you two
are gonna get out of this.

I need all hands on deck.

Now, first things first.

Did Dr. Stevens
have any enemies?

Enemies? No.

Legions of terrified
patients? Yes.

Stabber Stevens gave me all
my injections when I was 4.

- I've still got the scars.
- Oof.

Stabber once gave
me a prostate exam.

Couldn't walk for a week.

I've, uh, changed my look now
that I'm a private detective.

- Too much?
- Yes.

Clients don't
usually attend case

conferences.

Oh, you won't even
know I'm here.

Yeah. Jammie Dodger, anyone?

Oh, I don't know
what was in that jam,

but I've still got the munchies.

Yeah, me too.

What is this,
the Teddy Bears picnic?

Come on! Can we
just have a little

focus on the case,
please, gentlemen?

Thank you very much.

The fact that Dr. Stevens
was a little heavy-handed

does not constitute
a murder motive.

Could it be something
to do with her

agreeing to be a judge
for the Jellop's Jam-Off?

Honestly, why was
Dr. Stevens even a judge?

She was always telling
off her patients

for eating sweet things.

Yes, but she was in charge of
the sugar-free jam category.

Now, I know what
you're all thinking.

Sugar-free jam ain't jam.

And yet again, Jellop's
make themselves unpopular by

allowing it into the Jam-Off.

Jellop's always been
pretty unpopular.

Really? Oh.

From what I heard, Chloe
Jellop had built the business

into something of a rather
cool little boutique company.

Yes, but the new boss,
Sybilla Triast-Perkins,

she's ruffled a few
feathers locally.

There was an article
in Evesham Times

objecting to her putting the
winning jam into production.

Said it was glamorizing
unhealthy eating.

I saw that.

So, the winning jam could've
made someone a lot of money.

Not someone. Me.

Whoa. It looks like Doc Stevens
might have been suffering

a serious case of
divided loyalties.

This article was
written anonymously

by a Carsley health
professional.

The only health professional
in Carsley is the good doctor.

- Dead doctor.
- Mm.

- Where's Harry?
- Can't be hear.

He's, uh... He's on a run.

Oh.

Hey, guys. Sorry.

I just... I problem-solve
best when I'm moving.

Okay.

So, we have a possible motive

for the possible
murder of Dr. Stevens,

in that it could be any
one of the jam-makers.

Uh, pro tip... We
call them jamsters.

I'm not calling them that.

Suspect number one... Horny
goat weed and beetroot,

a.k.a. Gilda Brenson.

No, it's
definitely not Gilda.

Gilda's a plastic jamster...
Someone that fakes an interest

in jam-making just to look cool.

Cool. Jam-making's cool.

Well, who knew? What a world.

No, you're number-one
suspect is bacon jam,

a.k.a. Mad Maggie Tubby.

Yeah, nothing would give
her greater pleasure

than the destruction of Denzel.

And murdering Dr. Stevens
would achieve that how?

Mm. If Maggie could pin
the rap on me, it would.

Does Maggie need
the prize money?

Well, she owns the
family pig farm

with her much calmer sister,
soothing lavender conserve.

Petra, to her many friends.

Okay.

And then, there is the
handsome widower, the

therapist, George... something.

George...

George Selby I think
he said his name was.

Yes, anyway, he said that,
uh, Maggie and Sybilla

had this ongoing feud,

so it might be worth
going to talk to Maggie.

Roy and James?

Maybe I'll tag along.
As an observer.

Or at least a pipe.

- Come on.
- Guys!

Anything odd
about Reverend Charles

being the only one of the judges
not affected by tasting the jam?

Oh! Very good. Gold star.

Top of the class.

I can
interview the Chances.

If Reverend and Mrs. Perfect
have done something wrong,

I'd love to be
the first to know.

Do I detect a note
of jealousy there?

We mustn't let our
feelings and emotions

get in the way of our
work and job, Sarah.

Really. Now, youshould go
and talk to the Chances.

They live in a big house on
the outskirts of Carsley.

Well, I'll go and
see the Chances, too.

Oh, this is Harry's lead.
He should follow it up.

Besides, the people of
Carsley are depending on you

to find their

cats and dogs.

Right. Now, what do we...
What do we know about Gilda?

So, according to social
media, she is a wellness coach

specializing in the
natural healing properties

of organic jams.

Oh, a yoga instructor.

Very good.

Well, we need to get up
close and personal to Gilda,

so maybe, Sarah, you could
try one of her yoga classes.

- Okay.
- I can do yoga.

Okay, I can't do yoga, but...

I think we all know
that I'm the one

who has the best chance of
getting Gilda to open up.

Right. I'm gonna talk
to Gorgeous Selby...

George S. Selby.
Gorgeous George.

Just George.

Come on, then... spill.

What's this big chat you
want to have with Agie?

Ooh, I love workplace gossip.

You can tell Denzel.

No, no, I definitely can't.

But I can't tell you, either...
Not until I've told her.

That would be indiscreet.

Straight men are so boring.

Mm.

Maggie Tubby's famous jam lab.

I've always wanted a butchers.

Sweet little setup
you got here, Mags.

Shame about your
jams.

Beat it.

Or I'll ruin those
good looks with acid.

I don't believe that's acid.

Isn't it?

Ooh!

Just want to ask
you some questions.

Yeah. What exactly are the
ingredients in your jam?

Ha!

You think I'm telling you
that in front of Weasel Wilkes

so he can steal
my secret formula?

Secret formula?

The only thing you got
a secret formula for

is being as mad as
a bag of snakes!

Snakes? Want a bit? Eh? Eh? Eh?

Eh? Try it!

Maggie Tubby in her
mad scientist lab.

Surely, she's our poisoner.

- What did I tell you?
- Hang on a minute!

Oh.

Mr. Selby.

I'd much rather
you call me George.

Oh, well, in that case, George,

let me pour you a large
glass of wine, then.

Right.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Sorry, sorry, but, uh, I
just... I can't do this.

What?

That awful business yesterday

and the anniversary
of Chloe's...

Mm.

I'm just, um... I'm very raw,
easily triggered at the moment.

I know this isn't the
case, but I have to admit,

when you suggested we meet...

This is very
unprofessional of me...

But somehow it felt like a date.

Oh, oh.

What a ghastly thought.

No, no, no. No,
not ghastly at all.

The opposite, in
fact. It's just...

Is just too what?

- It's just...
- What?

Sorry. Uh, I'm a mess.

Oh, no.

Sorry, it's me... I'm a mess.

Maggie wants to
apologize to you.

- That's better.
- Not you.

- No.
- Okay.

'Course not.

Wilkes has always
been in love with me.

Can't imagine Wilkes
being in love with anyone.

Years ago, we used to
run with the same crowd

of young jam-makers.

We were wild.

But we were happy.

Sorry I threatened to
throw acid over you guys.

What's going
on with you, Maggie?

Bullying Gilda Brenson,

threatening Sybilla,
not to mention us.

Look, somebody put
something nasty in that jam.

And this laboratory
looks to me like

the perfect place to
have cooked it up.

Well, it is.

I could've poisoned the lot
of them if I felt like it.

Oh, but you didn't
feel like it, did you?

- No.
- And you never would.

No, Maggie's really stressed.

She wasn't always a pig farmer.

No.

Until Sybilla fired me,

I was a very happy food
scientist at Jellop's.

- Hence the lab.
- Yes.

And Gilda Brenson asked me
to give a jam master class

at one of her
wellness days, and I

had a really bad experience.

- Shh!

How are your finances
after losing your job?

That prize money
would've come in handy.

Well, I'm fine for money,
thanks to the farm.

And I wouldn't have wanted
my jam to go into production.

I supported the campaign
against that happening!

When Sybilla took over
as MD after Chloe died,

the company was never the same.

Chloe was 100% Jellop's.

If you cut her, she
would bleed jam.

Sybilla's not a jamster.
She's a businesswoman.

Chloe would never have
tried to make big profits

out of an amateur competition

or rebrand it as something
as tacky as the Jam Off.

I don't know which fool they
paid to come up with that,

but if I ever met him, I'd
throw real acid in their face.

What an idiot.

Sybilla is the one
that's stirring up

all this bad feeling.

It's her you people
should be investigating!

I have to admit, I'm more than
a little distracted by you.

I find you extremely attractive.

In a sort of no-strings,
little bit of fun kind of way.

Shall we rewind and start again?

- Yeah.
- Strictly professional.

I would like to ask you
some questions, Mr. Selby.

Of course, Ms. Raisin.

There's one suspect who is on
everyone's lips at the moment,

and that is Maggie Tubby.

But I'm not entirely convinced,

because you told me that her
argument was not about jam.

What was it about?

Is she a... client of yours?

She was, so I can't answer that.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

But I will say this.

Maggie has anger
issues around jam,

but is she capable of murder?

No.

I'll tell you who I think
you should be investigating,

who was always at
war with Dr. Stevens,

who at one point threatened
her in the vilest language.

Who? Who?

Gilda Brenson.

- Gilda Brenson.
- Mm-hmm.

Their feud was nothing
to do with jam.

Gilda... Yeah, Gilda fancies
herself as a wellness guru,

the Gwyneth Paltrow of
the Cotswold, she thinks.

Oh, quite the claim.

Yeah, Dr. Stevens hated the way
Gilda persuaded patients of hers

to reject medication and try
her new-age nonsense instead,

and as a therapist,
I feel the same.

She is dangerous,
not to be trusted.

Trust me. Cheers.

Well, I do trust you.

Good.

Oh. Harry.

Hey.

I happened to be in the area,
and I thought I'd pop in and ask.

Reverend and Mrs.
Chance a few questions.

That's funny. I

was just about to ask them
some questions myself.

Well, of course. We're
so in awe of Sarah,

managing to run a parish and
help out a famous detective

like Agatha Raisin.

Arthur and I find looking after

our own little flock
a full-time job.

I look after my little flock.

But maybe not as full-time

as you look after
your little flock.

So, Reverend, do you mind if
I ask which one of the jams

you tasted?

- Um, none of them.
- Oh.

Actually, I'm more an
honorary judge, to be honest.

Apart from the asthma,
I have severe allergies,

and I can't run the
risk of a reaction.

Which is very hard for Arthur
because he's a jam fanatic.

It's one of the major reasons
that I chose this parish,

but luckily, Maggie
Tubby does make me

some rather delicious
anti-allergic jam treats, so...

So I can't complain.

Oh, dear Sybilla.

She visits her cousin
Chloe's grave every day.

So loyal. And so brave.

Especially after all the gossip.

Um, awful.

And what kind of gossip
is that, Patricia?

Thanks to lovely,
helpful Mrs. Chance

According to about 27 posts

by someone calling themselves
@CotswoldJamFiend...

What? What?!

Sybilla's shagging George Selby.

See? We told you
not to go there.

And I haven't.

I think it's highly unlikely
that George is shagging anyone.

I happen to know he's
very raw at the moment.

Not in the place
to have a shag...

I mean, a... relationship.

Anyway!

I fail to see how this
fanciful relationship

between George and
Sybilla has any pertinence

to the murder of Dr. Stevens.

Who knows?

Maggie and Petra Tubby did say
we should speak to Sybilla.

Trying to put us off her
scent. Typical Tubby trick.

Dr. Stevens did write
that disparaging article

about Sybilla and Jellop's.

So...

I should probably go
and talk to Sybilla.

Good idea.

Whoa!

Mrs. Raisin!

I see you found one.

Wilkes and Raisin, the dream
team, together at last.

Raisin and Wilkes?

Mrs. Triast-Perkins, I'm...

I know who you are, Mrs. Raisin.
Georgie told me all about you.

Oh. What did Georgie say?

Darling?

Who's at the door?

Agatha. Hi.

I was, um... just leaving.

And knee behind ankle. Good.

And then we're gonna go
up into warrior pose.

Yep.

And round into side angle.

Oh, hello.

Come for more of your tasty jam.

That batch is all gone.

No, no, I'm joking.
I'm here for the yoga.

Oh. Great!

Uh, well, I'll get you some kit
you can move and stretch in.

Oh. I'm sure I can move
and stretch in these.

Uh...

Oh.

Didn't exactly look like
he was just leaving.

Oh, he's always
popping in and out.

Practically lives here.

Can we get on?

I know what you're
going to ask me.

You're going to ask me if I have
anything against Dr. Stevens.

Because of the
articles she wrote.

She's good.

That article didn't
bother me at all.

I've had a very successful
career in business.

I'm more Marmite than jam.

I'll live with it.

Well, someone's spreading
salacious gossip

about you online.

I just wondered if it
might be the same person

who spiked the jam that you,
Dr. Stevens, and the others

tasted with seemingly
psychedelic drugs.

Maggie Tubby.

She's CotswoldJamFiend,
no doubt about it.

Well, I never knew Dr. Stevens,

so I don't know what Maggie
would have against her.

But Maggie hates me, and
she's obsessed with George.

Got a pathetic crush on him

like every sad, old
spinster around here.

- Sad, old spinster.
- Shh!

Little harsh? Not every
old spinster is sad.

Some mature ladies of a

certain age may find they have

a genuine emotional
connection to him.

I'd imagine.

Why did you fire
Maggie from Jellop's?

She's a maverick.

Our customers are
a traditional lot.

You have to go slowly.

Maggie refused to do that.

Always pushing
crazy new flavors.

I mean, bacon jam? Seriously?

Maybe I could work for
Jellop's. Are you still hiring?

Shall I
tell you a secret?

- Oh, yeah.
- I hate jam.

Wouldn't have it in the house.

- You hate jam?
- Mm-hmm.

She's a monster.

I had a job I loved,
but after Chloe died,

I felt I owed it to her
to carry on her legacy.

Now all this abuse is my reward.

I've got things to do.

Any more questions
about Dr. Stevens?

Yes.

Are you having an affair
with George Selby?

That's not a question
about Dr. Stevens.

She's got a point.

Are you?

No.

Yes. Good.

Excellent. Brilliant.

This is music to my ears.

I hate gossip, don't you?

Come on.

And lord of the dance.

- Hi.
- Uh, just relax, ladies.

Hi. Yes, thank you.
Over there, please.

Thank you.

And when he's ready.

Okay. And lord of the dance.

And exhale.

- Uh, yeah, ladies,

just go into your vinyasa.

Let's start with some
one-on-one tuition.

Starting with Adho
Mukha Shvanasana.

- I'm sorry?
- The downward dog.

Down you go, doggie.

Ohh!

Ohh! I see. Just like a dog.

Ohh!

So, uh

this yoga, is this...
Is it profitable?

Or would a cash injection
from winning the Jam-Off

have been very welcome?

Virabhadrasna 2.

Oh, aah!

Warrior pose.

Ow.

Can I be absolutely
honest with you?

I hate yoga.

I just wanted to see you again.

Oh, that's nice.

'Cause I thought you
were a private detective

trying to ask me some
sneaky questions.

Ohh!

Ooh, a lot of tension
in that pelvis.

We need to work
at releasing that.

Oh, that sounds good.

How did you get on
with Dr. Stevens?

Sleeping pigeon.

Don't feel very sleepy.

Ever followed the Inca Trail?

No. No.

But I've, uh, taken a stroll
down the Cotswold Way.

In the words of
Emperor Pachacutec,

"He who envies the good draws
evil from them for himself,

like the spider draws
poison from flowers."

Aah!

Very good. Very wise emperor.

Can I stop doing
yoga now, please?

Ohh!

Dr. Stevens was
a jealous spirit,

closed to the magical
possibilities of the universe.

I have no idea who was
responsible for her death,

but she brought it on herself
through her own cosmic actions.

You need opening up emotionally.

You should come
on a wellness day.

I'm enjoying Wilkes
not being around.

Even if it means a load
more work for me and

not being around for you.

Oh, wow.

Don't worry. I'm used to being
second-best at the moment.

Bill, this is a date. Can
we... No more shop talk.

Yes, you're absolutely right.

Let's forget about work
and spend the whole evening

focusing on each other.

Uh...

Bill, just answer it.

I'm so sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

When?

Okay. Now?

Yeah, okay.

Right.

So, lab reports
confirm Dr. Stevens

had a psychedelic in her system.

They need me back
at the station.

Oh.

Well, you should
probably go, then.

What about your date?

I'll get my people
to call your people.

Sorry.

I don't believe in
hiding feelings.

I know we have

chemistry, but right now, any
kind of sexual involvement

would be emotionally
very dangerous for me.

Absolutely. I get it.

It would probably be very
dangerous for me, too.

Okay. You finish getting naked.

- Yeah.
- I'll get the champagne.

Okay. Right behind you.

Ooh, a glass of champagne
will be just the job, thanks.

Broke a boiler at Barfield,

so I decided to come over
for a post-yoga soak.

Stiff as a board.

I'm going to go.

So, I bought some jam tarts
for the case conference.

I thought they might provide
a bit of inspiration.

Ooh! Brain food. Gold
star for you, Toni.

Mm.

I love a jam tart.

Which reminds me, Agatha,

I'm sorry for ruining your
evening with Gorgeous George.

- Did you find much out?
- Well, I didn't really have

- a great deal of time to, did I?

Anyway, I think everyone's
far more interested

in whether you managed to
open up Gorgeous Gilda.

I'm not sure I am.

In my opinion, if Charles did
ruin your evening with George,

then the only way forward
is to schedule another one.

Are you still high?

You're perplexing me.

Please go back to
being the judgey James

that we all know and...

Tell me, did you find out
anything from Gorgeous Gilda?

I didn't find much out.

She swore she had nothing
to do with Stevens' death,

and then wanged on
about cosmic Incas.

She knows no one
takes her seriously,

but she stands by her jam.

She also said I should go on
something called a wellness day.

Wait.

Maggie Tubby said she went
on Gilda's wellness day

and had a really bad experience.

Apparently, that's
why she hates her.

Sybilla is 100% convinced
that the poisoner is Maggie.

Although Gilda is
also a suspect.

We need to talk to both of them.

Could you two go
and talk to Maggie?

Yeah.

Slow down, Usain
Bolt. We're driving.

Agatha, I can't help
thinking that this

thing with George is slightly
clouding your judgment.

Mm. You're a fine one to talk.

What about this thing
with Gilda clouding yours?

Yes, but I'm Charles Fraith,

feckless playboy and
amateur detective.

You're the professional
with the golden haunches...

Hunches... that we depend on.

Yes, I am, and I also
have a golden hunch

that you should talk to Gilda.

Book yourself into one
of her wellness days.

There's definitely something
dubious going on there.

Well, hang on. I mean,
shouldn't we find out

exactly how bad a really
bad experience is first?

I don't imagine it's
life-threatening.

You can go with him, James.

Moral support.
Keep an eye on him.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You look great.
- Thank you.

Ooh, yes.

Swine.

It was a year ago.

I was driving us home from
the Fruit Preserve Festival.

We'd all... me,
Chloe, and Sybilla...

We'd had such a great day.

And suddenly, there was a car
on the wrong side of the road,

coming right at us, and...

I swerved to avoid it.

Chloe died instantly.

So did the driver
of the other car.

It was... it was an accident.

Sorry. I still find
it hard to talk about.

Sybilla, are you
all right, my dear?

Chloe, she was such a special...

It's not... It's not that.

Tell me.

Whatever your burden, you
don't have to carry it alone.

What? I'm not CotswoldJamFiend!

I don't have to hide behind
some stupid profile name

to dish my dirt.

Oof. I've noticed.

Although, whoever it is,
they are on to something.

Sybilla always wanted to
get her claws into George.

Look, we're not
interested in gossip.

We're trying to establish
who killed Dr. Stevens

and who spiked those jams.

Sybilla was a victim.

She's one of the few people

we pretty much know
who didn't do it.

Oh. Really?

She could've spiked those
jams, pretended to taste them,

and then faked that whole...

Hello Kitty act
she came up with.

I doubt it.

Look, I don't
necessarily doubt it.

It's a possibility, yes,

but until we get
some hard evidence

that links Sybilla to
Dr. Stevens' death,

she's not a person of interest
in this investigation.

Something you might
find interesting.

Sorry. Just take this.

Ah.

Sorry, I have a
client. I forgot.

Oh. Duty calls.

Off you go. Not a problem.

Thanks for being
so understanding.

Oh, I'm not usually.

I don't quite know
what's got into me.

See you soon.

I just can't find the
right moment to tell her.

Every time I get her on her own,
somebody else will come in or...

I know it's really hard, but
you're gonna have to tell

Agatha before she hears
it from somebody else.

What if the somebody else
she heard it from was you?

Yeah, I'll tell her.

Agatha's bark is
worse than her bite.

Yeah.

Yeah, come on
through. There you go.

Thank you.

Inspector.

Sergeant.

Lovely creeper.

How's your investigation going?

Fine, thank you. How's
yourinvestigation going?

Oh, perfect, yeah.

No more boring red tape
or police regulations.

I'm going rogue again.

Elvaston Healthcare... Big
pharmaceutical company.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Oh! Yes, I'm aware of that.

But were you aware that
Sybilla Triast-Perkins

was their CEO before
she went to Jellop's?

Yeah. Were you aware of that?

Yeah, that's some free intel
from my investigation to yours.

Oh, no, I should've kept that
intel for my investigation.

Well, that's annoying.

Hello?

Agatha?

CotswoldJamFiend just posted
a video on Carsley Capers.

That is definitely Dr. Stevens.

Talking to Sybilla, who told me
that she didn't even know her.

Right, that's it. I'm
gonna go to her house now.

Come on! Stay with it!

Come on, Sybilla, come on!

- Yeah, I need an ambulance.
- Come on, Sybilla.

Come on! Come on!

Please, she's...

Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

This is Mrs. Agatha Raisin,

esteemed private
investigator and collaborator

with Detective Sergeant Wong.

I'm sure he'd want you
to let her through.

Thank you, Inspector.

Credit where credit's due.

Yeah, I was just
testing you, lads.

And you passed.

Good police work, yeah.

I'm sorry. I know you
must still be in shock,

but I have to ask
you a few questions

about how Sybilla died.

It was a terrible
accident. It...

She's just lying
there in the garden,

bees buzzing all around her.

Well, she's always
been allergic to them.

I found her EpiPen, but...

How did you get into the house?

I have my own keys.

And what made you come
here this afternoon?

I got a text from Sybilla.

I was worried, so I came here.

Agatha, I...

I think having another death
linked to Jellop's Jams

has been hard for her.

You sure it was just the
association to Jellop's?

Because a video's just been
posted online of Sybilla

and the doctor fighting
just a few days

before the Jam-Off.

Oh. I didn't know about that.

Any idea what they could've
been arguing about?

Dr. Stevens anonymously
wrote that newspaper article

that was critical of Jellop's

while still agreeing to
be a judge at the Jam-Off.

W-What, you think Sybilla
killed Dr. Stevens,

and over a newspaper article?

Sybilla is... Was a
high-power businesswoman.

She wouldn't have given the
article a second thought.

Okay. Well, we're gonna
take you back to the station

to make a statement.

Agatha.

George.

We... need to stop this.

You need to grieve, and
I... I have a case to crack.