All language subtitles for Agatha.Raisin.S04E05

Well, George says Sybilla wouldn't concern herself

with someone like Marie Stevens, and I believe him.

But there's the test tube

from Sybilla's old company that Bill found at the crime scene.

And then this argument at the car park.

Exactly.

Somewhere in all that is the key to this case.

Well, George knew her best, and he says no.

CotswoldJamFiend might have some answers to all those questions.

So I've been working on finding out who...

I've got a couple ideas about that myself.

The video was posted right after Maggie

was told there was no evidence linking Sybilla and Dr. Stevens.

Coincidence or double bluff?

Could Sybilla be a disgruntled patient?

I mean, she said she wasn't, but...

No, I checked. She was never a patient.

The Selbys were and Gilda,

who changed doctors after a falling-out with Mary Stevens.

So if not a patient and nothing to do with the Jam-Off,

what could Sybilla possibly be arguing with Dr. Stevens about?

Maybe the newspaper article Stevens wrote

slagging off Sybilla and Jellop's.

Also, George could be lying.

Oh. No.

Well, I'm sure you'll all be very pleased to hear

that I've ended things with George.

Good decision.

On the other hand, you might find intimacy

with George a nice distraction.

And he might know more about the video than he's letting on.

Well, I'm not going to go and see him.

However, there is a chance

that Reverend Chance might know something.

I'll come with you.

Patricia was 100% laying into me the other day

for neglecting my parishioners, wasn't she, Harry?

Was she?

No, yes, she was.

Agatha, now Sybilla is the prime suspect,

Charles and I don't need to go on that wellness day.

Yes, probably a waste of time now, would've thought.

What?

Do help yourself to one of Maggie's jam doughnuts.

No nuts or sweeteners, in case you're allergic.

I've had a...

Donations for the new community hall are flowing in.

I don't suppose you were aware of any enmity

between Sybilla and the doctor, were you?

No.

Oh, poor dear, Sybilla.

I saw her just hours before it happened.

Yes, Sybilla was at Chloe's grave yesterday.

Arthur tried to help her, to get her to talk, but...

Yes.

Yes, she's still so terribly cut up since,

you know, the car crash, understandably.

Do help yourself to a doughnut.

This is so very sad.

You get so close to your parishioners.

Well, I know you feel the same, Sarah.

I always say, you have a heart as big as the Cotswolds.

Aww.

Do have another doughnut.

Sybilla was very close to Chloe.

It's me, isn't it?

I mean, the Chances, they're lovely.

I'm just a horrible person.

You're not horrible.

Chloe's death really affected her.

I don't know. Survivor's guilt, maybe?

I do feel awful for being mean about them.

I mean, am I awful?

Yes. I'll get Toni or Harry to investigate

this car crash a little more.

Oh, I knew it. I'm horrible.

Mrs. Bloxby! Hi.

Um, would you mind giving Agatha and I a moment?

Really don't think that's a very good idea, do you, George?

Sarah, get in the car.

Uh, I just want to talk.

Keep the channels open between us.

I'm damn nervous about this, James.

Uh, Charles and James?

It's time for Gilda's Germanic Shamanic ritual.

Please join the circle of love.

I've been looking online.

Apparently, some of these new-agey, touchy-feely

type events often degenerate into little more than an orgy.

Well, why didn't you say?

Come on, James. You're single.

The shamanic ritual is centered around

spiritual cleansing, but with the short time available,

we concentrate on the basics.

Retrieving power animals,

returning soul parts by eating jam.

Taste that jam.

Feel the ancient fruits enliven your taste buds,

reaching every part of your body.

Now, with your other hand, I want you to reach out

and touch your partner, and remember, do it with love.

Just like being back at boarding school, eh?

Then I want you to swap partners

and do the same again with everyone else.

No!

Oh, dear.

You all right, my dear?

Yeah, just...boyfriend trouble.

Trixie? Oh, uh, yes.

That's what my friends used to call me

when I was young.

I'm on parish angel shift,

trying to keep the youngsters out of trouble.

Make sure they drink plenty of water.

"Trixie's" more approachable.

I hope he turns up.

Bit early, isn't it?

Never have sex with a yoga teacher.

Not without having a hell of a lot of yoga first.

If you've come around here just to tell me that...

Look, this is from Bill.

Sybilla had chloroform in her system when she died

and a pheromone called isopentyl acetate on her skin and clothes,

which causes bees to attack,

which means she must've been murdered.

And I think I know who by.

Gilda spent a lot of the evening

talking about an ex-boyfriend of hers...

jealous, violent, controlling, after her money.

It was George.

Hi. Selby.

Um, have you got a hair dryer?

I was mad after Chloe died.

Grief-stricken, self-destructive.

But was I jealous and controlling or violent?

No.

And I was not after Gilda's money.

The truth is she was after mine.

Wanted me to invest in her wellness center.

Did she mention that one to you?

Okay, she might've mentioned something about that, um,

while we were, um...

well, while I was showing her around Barfield last night,

but, uh, only in passing, and she never asked me for money.

She's a classy lady, Sir Charles.

Waits till the second date before hitting on you

for hundreds of thousands of pounds.

She's the gold digger.

You came here to warn Agatha off me

when really I should be warning you of Gilda.

Did you sedate Sybilla to make it look like

her death by bee stings was an accident?

Sybilla was my dear friend. I adored her.

Why would I kill her?

Now, I have to go.

Reverend Charles is going to help me with my eulogy

for Sybilla's funeral.

Oh, maybe not right now.

Admirable restraint, Agatha. Well done.

Maybe later.

Hello. Hi, Charlie.

Avengers, assemble.

It's time to activate Operation Scoundrel.

Right.

Find out everything you can about Gilda Brenson's finances.

And her plans for a fancy wellness yoga center.

Aah! Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Where are all the others?

Don't know.

So, show of hands.

Can I just say, before we vote,

I have grave qualms about Operation Scoundrel.

Agatha's instincts haven't let us down yet.

And George Selby is a decent sort who's had a tough time,

and I, for one, am very pleased

that he and Agatha have found happiness together.

When this is all over, I've got a great therapist

I'm dragging you to.

Look, there are just too many questions and rumors

about George Selby to be ignored.

Absolutely.

And if Agatha weren't so infatuated with him,

she'd see that for herself.

Hands up, those who agree.

Operation Scoundrel is live.

Ooh, I'm going to get T-shirts made up.

Don't mind me, gentlemen.

More donations.

How's the eulogy go?

Nearly there, thanks to you.

How's the, uh, sermon?

Oh, struggling for inspiration,

but might just find some via another bite

of Maggie's delicious doughnuts.

Mags, we're going to be late for the funeral.

I'm just coming!

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, I wonder if I could have a quiet word.

Oh, of course, Sir Charles.

Uh, which quiet word would you like?

My colleagues and I were wondering

if you would be interested

in bringing your considerable inside knowledge

to bear on a little side investigation.

Oh, yes, please.

I'd love to help Team Agatha with another case.

It's actually Team Scoundrel,

code name for our little side project

that you'd be helping, so perhaps we should leave it.

Oh, no, Agatha, schmagatha.

I'm Team Scoundrel, my friend.

Team Scoundrel till I die.

Excellent.

So, the scoundrel that we're investigating is, um...

George Selby.

Can you remember any police inquiries

that might have involved him?

Oh, yeah, loads of them.

No, actually, sorry.

Nothing, nada, not a sausage.

But do let me know if there's any more help

I can give Team Scoundrel.

Brilliant.

Gilda.

Mrs. Raisin.

Oh, Reverend, I need to talk to someone

about Dr. Stevens' murder case.

That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.

I have vital information

regarding the death of Dr. Stevens.

What is it?

I can't tell you here.

It's not far too indiscreet.

See me after the funeral.

You wanted to talk to me, Agatha Raisin?

Indeed, I do.

Are you talking to me as a detective

or as the jealous new girlfriend of my loathsome old boyfriend?

Oh, purely in a professional capacity, I assure you.

Shame.

You confirmed to Charles that your little disagreement

with Maggie was to do with the ingredients

that she used in the wellness day master class.

Yes, it was.

My jams are made using natural ingredients.

Maggie insisted on using, well, chemicals.

I presume you've seen the video on Carsley Capers of Sybilla

and the doctor arguing.

Oh, hell yes. I shared it on my socials.

Hmm. Any idea how they knew each other?

What the argument was about?

Well, I can think of a million reasons

to argue with the mad doctor, but Sybilla, I have no idea.

Though it did look like an argument to kill for.

Of which speaking,

what did youfall out with the mad doctor about?

I provided an alternative to her lab-concocted methods.

She didn't appreciate losing the patients.

I think we should, uh...

Oh.

Shall we, uh...

Mm.

Oh, divine sustenance.

Forgive the gluttony, Lord.

Forgive me twice.

Shove up.

Dear friends, we are gathered together on this sad day

to mourn the death

and also to celebrate the life of our beloved Sybilla.

I spoke to the wife of the other driver

in the car crash that killed Chloe Selby.

A week before the accident, her husband, half blind,

82-year-old Joseph Judd,

was passed fit to drive by his doctor, Marie Stevens.

That's what they must've been arguing about.

That's what Sybilla's motive was

for wanting Dr. Stevens dead.

That's the connection we've been looking for.

It's good news.

Yes. Yes, it is.

However, if that's the case, then there's one other person

who would have the same motive for killing Dr. Stevens.

And that is...

And now to read the eulogy, a very dear friend...

George Selby.

Excuse me, ladies.

Thank you.

Mm.

Uh, this is the second time in 12 months

I've stood here, giving a eulogy for someone I love deeply.

Of course, Sybilla and Chloe

loved each other very deeply, as well.

It was the honor and privilege of my life

to be devoted to them both.

Hypocrite!

You weren't devoted to them.

Everyone here is thinking, "Oh, poor George,"

but the truth is all the time, you were cheating on Chloe

with Sybilla!

And then you were cheating on Sybilla with me.

And then you cheated on Gilda and Sybilla with me.

I know it's wrong, but he's so charming and...

and has such soft lips.

I sat there day after day, week after week, on that couch,

listening to you tell me how important it was for me

to learn to control my emotions,

and all the time, you were shagging half the Cotswolds,

including my sister!

Aaaah! Get down from that pulpit

and you take your beatin' like a man!

I can explain, Agatha.

You seem to have an explanation for everything.

So tell me, please, George, is all this true?

Um...

Depends what you call "all."

Maggie, do your worst.

Oh, yeah, get down. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

Get down, get down!

Arthur!

Oh, Arthur!

Arthur?

Arthur. Darling.

Arthur.

Arthur!

Team Scoundrel, uh, cover all the exits!

Make sure nobody leaves!

Got a text.

Oh, we've got some good news.

The chief constable tells me that it was the water

that the judges were using as a palate cleanser

that got spiked with a hallucinogenic.

So I am no longer a suspect,

and my suspension from duty is over.

What the hell is Team Scoundrel?

This may be a good time to tell you

that I'm engaged to be married.

Come on, then.

This way.

Reverend Charles had a history of severe asthma.

Now, that looked like he went into anaphylactic shock to me.

I don't know how he died, but I think it's something

a lot more complicated than just asthma.

Clearly all the deaths are connected.

Okay.

Yeah, it's just my instincts are a bit off at the moment.

Yeah.

Got to be honest with you. So are mine.

Is something going on with you and Toni?

Well, I seem to be getting everything wrong,

and I don't know how to make it right.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

Just make her feel special.

Tell her how she makes you feel.

Before it's too late.

Ah, Team Scoundrel, I presume.

We only had your best interests at heart.

Can I just say I only joined the team after pressure?

Oh, man up, James, be honest about your decisions,

least of all your secret engagement.

Fair. Mm.

Look, you've not been yourself recently.

You've been distracted.

That may well be the case, but what I don't like

is all this cloak-and-dagger business,

all this furtive creeping around behind my back.

Fair enough.

We shall disband Team Scoundrel and come back and work for you.

No, thank you.

George may be a scoundrel.

He may even be a murderer.

But from here on in, I think I feel far more comfortable

investigating with people who haven't actually deceived me,

like Toni and Harry.

So what do we do now?

Well, if we can't join them, we beat them.

I don't trust Agatha to bring George Selby to justice.

I say we continue our investigation.

Operation Scoundrel rides again.

Apparently, the reverend ate some jam doughnuts

that were left in the sacristy.

Hmm. Oh.

Revenge is sweet and dusted in icing sugar.

So, Maggie poisoned the reverend.

Maggie didn't make these.

Apparently. Apparently.

Or so she says. Mm.

Well, it looks like he scarfed a lot.

But as last meals go, I'd be happy with a doughnut.

We need to talk to Maggie. Harry, could you...

Yep. Copy that.

Are you not happy with my work?

Ooh, Sybilla hated jam.

That's the same jam that I saw at Sybilla's house

on the day she died.

She told me she did not like jam

and she wouldn't have it in the house, she said.

So you think Sybilla's death

and the reverend's are connected.

Yes, yes, I do, maybe even Dr. Stevens'.

The question is how.

Agatha.

No, no, no, I don't want to hear you, George.

It's no longer any concern of mine

who you slept with or who you didn't.

What I do want to know is,

did you conspire to kill Dr. Stevens?

No! Why would I or we do that?

Because if it wasn't for her, then Joseph Judd,

the half-blind, ancient driver of the other car

would not have been responsible for the death

of someone you loved?

Therapy teaches you there's no point

in holding on to vengeful feelings.

You have to move on.

Do you recognize this jam?

Eh, no. Mm.

Well, it was found at the scene of both Sybilla

and the reverend's death.

Oh, George, if you had anything to do with either, please,

please tell me now.

No, no, no. Look, I'm weak.

I've been a fool, but I promise you,

I am not a murderer.

George Selby.

I'd like you to accompany us to the station

for questioning on your involvement

in the possible murder of the Reverend Arthur Chance.

Well, this is nonsense.

Agatha...

Arthur wasn't murdered by me or anyone else.

We watched him drop dead of an asthma attack.

And he was a dear friend of mine.

Why would I want him dead?

Because he was about to report you to the police for stealing

L7,000 worth of charity donations from

the Great Cotswold Jam-Off.

Excuse me?

I did not take that money!

What about the L2,000 that went missing last year

from the Comfrey Magna Parish fund?

Okay, I did take that money, yes.

I repaid every penny.

Did Patricia Chance tell you this, by any chance?

I'm not telling you what Patricia Chance told me.

If, indeed, she told me anything.

I'll let you know when we have a cause of death for the reverend.

Agatha, please, help me.

Do you really think I killed the reverend?

Who knows, George?

You know, Charles said to me that my relationship with you

was clouding my judgment, and I can't tell you

how annoying it is when he's proved right!

Ugh!

Shall we?

Right.

Operation Scoundrel first case conference.

Where do we start?

Well, Agatha normally kicks off by listing the suspects.

So, uh, well, the scoundrel himself.

Maggie Tubby is still on the list.

Mm-hmm.

Also the gold digger, Gilda Brenson.

Oh, hi, guys. Oh, don't mind the gold digger.

Just heating up some lentils for lunch.

Carry on.

What?

Gilda is one of the suspects.

She's one of Agatha's suspects.

She's not one of mine.

She's been very traumatized

by all of these souls departing.

She's not been able to self-care for her deep self.

Or something.

So, anyway, she... basically she's... she's moved in.

Charles, I don't think Agatha or Bill or even Wilkes,

for that matter, would let a suspect cook lentils

or, indeed, any edible legume during a case conference.

Right.

I'll... I'll have a word.

I'm sure the secret to all of this is the crash.

The question is who to talk to.

Who to talk to?!

Who to talk to, who to talk to.

Can you just sit down like a normal detective?

Sybilla's dead. Mm-hmm.

George is in custody.

The only other source we have is CotswoldJamFiend.

Well, I did try to say earlier

I've set up a blog called Evesham Well Wisher.

I posted a link to it on Carsley Capers saying

that CotswoldJamFiend is a total faker

who doesn't know anything about these murders.

There's currently no takers, but I'm going to post again.

Right. Well, hmm.

How is this going to help us find out the identity

of CotswoldJamFiend?

When someone visits the blog, they leave an IP address

that tracks the location from where they posted.

We could compile a list of likely addresses.

Yeah, I know. I'm already on it.

Right, well, call me old-fashioned... don't...

but I would like you to test your legs

and go to the exact location of where

the Cotswold thingamy-what's-it lives.

Which is? Maggie Tubby's farm.

Are we sure that it's Maggie Tubby?

Well, we're not entirely sure, but we have to start somewhere,

plus Gilda Brenson told me

that she fell out with Maggie because...

why I hear you ask... she was using chemicals in her jam.

I forgot to say at Sybilla's funeral,

I saw Maggie Tubby put a test tube in her pocket.

Excuse me?

So maybe this is the same chemical that was found

in the jam that killed Reverend Chance!

And possibly all the others.

And maybe she was using the CotswoldJamFiend persona

in order to avoid suspicion and implicate others.

You see? Still got the old magic.

Right. Off we go to Maggie Tubby's farm.

Meanwhile, I talk to Patricia Chance about George.

Team Scoundrel.

You're going to have to come back later.

Our investigation started first, and therefore, takes priority.

But your investigation hasn't solved the case,

so I think our new investigation should take priority.

Quick, everybody hide from the official investigation.

How about we put our differences aside

and all investigate together?

George used to be the treasurer for the parish council.

I wonder why he isn't now.

Everybody thinks that Chloe was a saint

and George cheated on her.

The truth is, Chloe had a shopping addiction.

They were going to lose the house.

Arthur found out that George had taken the money.

But he didn't go to the police on condition

that George return the money and resigned as treasurer.

So you told the police just now that George had taken the money

because you think he killed your husband?

Oh, Lord, no.

They were dear friends.

Arthur had terrible asthma and allergies.

I'm sure that's what it must've been.

What were the chemicals you used

in the master class at Gilda's wellness day?

I poached my jam in liquid nitrogen.

It's a party trick!

That hypocrite says she uses natural ingredients. Yeah.

Well, my ingredients are just as natural as hers.

What do you know about the pheromone isopentyl acetate?

Uh, sweet FA, my handsome young friend.

You had a test tube of something at Sybilla's funeral.

An identical test tube was found at the jam-off.

Did you spike the water that the judges drank?

Did you poison Reverend Chance?

You've got me.

The game's up.

Well, to be fair, it was a group effort.

Maggie, no!

Oh, relax.

It's vodka.

I do freelance work for Alveston's.

A test tube is so much better

than a hip flask, wouldn't you say?

Just one more thing. Do you recognize this jam?

Oh, aye, of course.

It's Gilda Brenson's.

The blue label is her trademark.

The day after poor Dr. Stevens died, I...

I saw Gilda disposing of a batch of those jars

in a bin on the high street.

How about jam and toast for us to take back up to bed?

Gilda, darling.

I'm very happy to go up to bed,

but, uh, just wondered if we might sleep a little

before continuing our hugely inventive

love making tomorrow?

Of course.

Ah.

More jam. Mm.

Strong taste.

That's because it's a natural flavor.

Off to bed we go.

Thanks.

You can have a nice, long sleep.

Where's Charles?

Charles is asleep, passed out after breakfast in bed.

I don't suppose that breakfast consisted of jam,

by any chance, did it?

Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

Oh, my God!

You've killed him!

Oh, God, you're annoying, but I don't want you to die!

Oh. Agatha.

How am I annoying?

Ow!

Agatha? Agatha!

"Meet me at the community hall"?

Oh.

There was a harmless aphrodisiac in Charles' jam.

It perks him up.

I do not need perking up!

Tell her, Agatha.

I don't need perking up in the bed department, do I?

I'm going to pretend you didn't ask me that.

Recognize this?

Where the hell did you get that?

Did you or did you not spike the palate cleanser

with a psychedelic drug causing Dr. Stevens

to jump from the roof?

And me to make an absolute tit of myself.

And because you'd spiked your own jams,

you had to get rid of the evidence in a little bin.

What? No, I didn't do that!

Oh, really?

Because Patricia Chance saw you do it.

I didn't poison anyone.

I needed that prize money for my wellness center.

It isn't easy building up a business

based on natural, organic ingredients.

I threw the jars from the jam-off away

because I cheated by using an artificial sweetener,

not honey like I told Sybilla.

I knew if I got caught, my dreams of a wellness center

would be over.

Well, I don't believe you.

Because what was the same jam doing at Sybilla's house

that was in the sacristy the day that Reverend Chance was killed?

I told you.

I put the blue-labeled jars in a bin, and I walked away.

Trixie has always had it in for me.

Who's Trixie? Who's Trixie?

Patricia. Patricia Chance.

Trixie, as we always called her at uni.

We were in a throuple together for a while with a guy,

but then he dumped Trixie

because he wanted to go exclusive with me.

Oh.

Oh, don't let that "prim vicar's wife" act

fool you.

Trixie is a real party girl.

Agatha?

Sweet dreams.

Of jam.

Where is Agatha?

Who cares about her?

Who would've wanted to kill Arthur?

But then who would've wanted to kill Sybilla?

What?

I've just remembered.

I would.

That Well Wishes at it again.

Excuse me while I go and tell this little upstart

exactly what I think of them.

Hello?

Patricia!

Oh.

Patricia not in?

We were just coming round to offer our condolences.

Yeah, always fond of the rev.

Any idea where she could be if she's not here?

When Chloe was alive, you could always find her

and Patricia at the community hall.

Ah, everything seems to connect to Chloe Selby.

But what connects Patricia to Chloe?

They were having an affair.

I'm sorry, what?

They were always hooking up at the community hall.

"Volunteering" they called it.

Blimey! Are there any other secret village affairs

you haven't mentioned to me?

Oh, I shouldn't gossip,

but it's probably nothing to do with the case.

It's probably everything to do with the case!

If Patricia was in love with Chloe,

then that gives her a motive for the murder of Dr. Stevens!

Like I said, Patricia will probably be

at the community hall.

Patricia?

Agatha!

George?

Agatha!

Call me Trixie.

You were having an affair with Chloe, weren't you?

You killed Dr. Stevens because you blamed her

for Chloe's death.

You were having an affair with Chloe?

It was so much more than that.

I lived for that angel.

So when she died,

I remember after the accident,

I remember hearing that the old man was only driving

because of that quack Stevens.

I knew then I'd kill her.

So why wait?

Why not just do away with her there and then?

Revenge is a best served with jam.

I was heartbroken.

If Chloe died the day of the jam-off,

then so would Stevens.

I spiked the judges' drinking water with drugs

I'd confiscated when I was parish angel.

Led Stevens up to the scaffolding.

One push and job done.

Rather like now.

Ooh. CotswoldJamFiend just posted on the blog.

"Evesham Well Wisher is an ignorant coward

who'd run for miles if they came across a real murder."

Where are you going?

Back to Maggie Tubby's farm. The IP address is there, no?

No, no, no. It's Canford Magna.

That's the IP address of the community hall.

You go ahead. I'll hold the fort.

Yep.

You're not going to get away with this, you know.

I don't care.

It's a shame you won't be around to read my final post,

the one where I confess to all the murders, including yours.

Say hello to CotswoldJamFiend, by the way.

Damn it! No, no!

Please, please don't kill me! No, no!

Why not?

You and Sybilla betrayed Chloe by having an affair,

then you faked the cause of her death.

Oh, God.

I loved Chloe, despite what you think.

Patricia.

But would be the point in Sybilla's life

being ruined, as well?

She'd been drinking that night.

That's why I told the police I was driving.

Oh, George!

"Oh, George" indeed.

Was he being noble?

Or just stupid?

Stupid. Noble.

Either way, Sybilla had to die.

You haven't asked me about Arthur, by the way.

Oh, I don't need to because

I know you laced his doughnuts with nuts!

He knew how much I loved Chloe.

Once he'd found out that Sybilla's death

was not a tragic accident, he all but worked out the truth.

Anyway, the game's up now.

But I'm going to take you two with me.

Bye.

No!

Please, please, please. No!

Please!

Please. No! No!

Too late, losers!

Your beloved Agatha's been turned into jam!

Put the fork down.

Where is everybody's favorite vicar's wife?

Right here.

Aah!

Uh...

Raisin compote, I can't bear to look.

Got here in the nick of time.

Case solved.

Maybe when everyone's finished gawping,

you could extricate me from this predicament?

At your service.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

So, Patricia is safely behind bars,

and George Selby has confessed to lying to the police

about the car accident.

Well, I won't be visiting him in prison.

Glad to hear it.

Sadly, Gilda and I have broken up.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

What do you think of Harry?

Oh, you know, he's top of the class.

Ohh. He's the new boy.

I was just being encouraging.

I love both my children equally.

I know I let you down that night,

and I keep letting you down.

Always busy and unromantic.

I'm just a no-fun, country boy detective.

I'm sorry, but to make it up to you,

I've booked two weeks off work, and Agatha's given you

the time off, too, and I'm whisking you off somewhere hot.

No phones, no work, just me and you.

Aww, look.

Love's young dream.

How are you doing, love's olddream?

Love's middle-aged dream, if you don't mind.

I'm sorry about George.

Oh, don't be.

Just another of my romantic disasters.

Stupidly, I thought with him being a therapist, we might

be able to have an emotionally healthy relationship.

I was very wrong.

But I think I have learned my lesson.

Until next time.

You know me too well.

I, uh, wanted to ask you something.

Will you come to my wedding?

Yes.

Yes, of course I will, James.

I'm very happy for you.

Thank you.

I know how hard that was for you.

That was very brave, old friend.

For the record,

I wouldn't go to the wedding if you weren't going.

Rubbish.

It's true.

If I didn't have that PR junket in Miami,

I would love to have a gander at...

What's the mystery girl's name?

Aerwyn. Aerwyn?

Aerwyn? Aer-what?

Well, I think we'd all like a gander at Arewynd.

Mm. Right.

So, uh, what are we all wearing, then?

Mankini? Wong in a thong?