All language subtitles for Agatha.Raisin-S04E03-Love.Lies.And.Liquor.Part.2_Subtitles03

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[ Coughing ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

I'm gonna find her.

[ Groans ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Alarm ringing ]

[ Agatha coughing ]

[ Gasps ]

Agatha!

Agatha!

[ Coughs ]

What are you doing?

Rescuing Agatha!

[ Alarm ringing ]

[ Alarm stops ]

AGATHA: Fire's in there.

[ Seagulls crying ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Sighs ] 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.

BARRET: 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.

BARRET: 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?

JAMES: 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.

TONI: Have you seen this man?

-[ Sighs ]
-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.

[ Sighs ] 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.

[ Telephone rings ]

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.

[ Humming ]

All sorted. Ting!

One wobble,
and it's back to bed.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

Twelve o'clock.

Look.

ROY: That's our boy.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Oh?

Hello.

We've located the bandit.

AGATHA: 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.

TONI: 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.

[ All scream ]

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.

[ Clanging ]

Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh!

Mr. Black?

Ronnie?

[ Gasps ]

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.

-[ Pounding on door ]
-Sorry. [ Gasps ]

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.

[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Sobs ]

[ Blowing nose ]

Sorry, excuse me.

It's okay.

[ Knock on door ]

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?

[ Laughs ] 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.
-[ Chuckles ]

Would you mind if I took
a tiny little peek

in your safe, please?

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Laughs ]

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.

[ Chuckles ] D'rien.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Knocking on door ]

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.

[ Billiard balls crack ]

TONI: Yes!

I think you're missing
some balls, Bill.

SARAH: English Billiards only
uses three, apparently.

Charles explained
the rules to me once.

To be honest, my mind drifted.

-Fair.
-Agatha?

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?

AGATHA: 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.

[ Groans ]

Okay.

-[ Cellphone chimes ]
-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.

[ Chuckles ] You ready?

Yes, I'm ready.

-[ Knock on door ]
-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.

-[ Knock on door ]
-Oh, God, what now?!

You sounded anxious.

Just look away like
you're having an injection.

AGATHA: 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! [ Groans ]

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!

♪♪

♪ Double or nothing ♪

♪ Ready to roll ♪

♪ Double or nothing ♪

♪ Baby, let's go ♪

♪ I'm laying it on the line ♪

♪ And I'm playing to win ♪

♪ Hoping it I don't
take it on the chin ♪

♪ Double or nothing ♪

♪ Letting it ride ♪

AGATHA: 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.

♪ Hangin' on my arm ♪

♪ I ain't got a system ♪

♪ I've just got a rhythm ♪

♪ Watch what I do with them ♪

♪ When I roll them both ♪

♪ Double or nothing,
ready to fall ♪

SARAH: Sorry about
the pocket rockets.

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

Okay, ladies, big blind,
small blind.

♪ And I'm taking my shot ♪

♪ So come on and show me
what you've got, hey ♪

♪ Oh, you're feeling
lucky, baby ♪

♪ Yes, I am ♪

Well, look at all those
pretty diamonds.

I fold.

♪ Oh, that's it right there ♪

We needed this tonight.

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

♪ Show me what you got, baby ♪

-[ Laughing ]
-Oh, nut flush.

Guess diamonds are
a girl's best friend.

[ Glasses clink ]

DEALER: 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?

JAMES: 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.

JAMES: 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.

TONI: 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?

-[ Feedback screeches ]
-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!

MILLER: Get out!

We don't want your casino!

We don't want your casino!

[ Feedback screeches ]

AGATHA: 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.

[ Gasps ] I wonder why.

[ Chanting "Keep Crims Out!
Keep Crims Out!" ]

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!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

SARAH: Agatha, where are you?

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

SARAH: 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.

[ Scoffs ]

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...

[ Screams ]

He's got a nail gun!

Not the velvet!

[ Grunts ]

[ Clangs ]

Seriously?

[ Groans ]

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.

[ Siren wails ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

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.

-[ Groans ]
-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.

-[ Vomits ]
-The bathroom

-is literally there.
-Oh.

[ Girls giggling ]

-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.

MAN: 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.

-[ Knocking on door ]
-[ Bill groans ]

[ Bill sighs ]

-[ Muffled whimpering ]
-Shh!

Do you hear that?

[ Muffled shouting ]

[ Seagulls crying ]

[ Splash ]

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?
[ Scoffs ]

No.

The money grabbing bitch
encouraged him.

[ Woman screaming ]

[ Coughing ]

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.

AGATHA: 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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Clanging ]

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!

[ Groans ]

[ Seagulls crying ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Chuckles ] 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.

[ Chuckles ]

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

courtesy of Lloyd.

Exactly who is Lloyd?

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