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AGATHA: So it was you that
Olivia Jones saw skulking

around her perimeter?

What were you doing?

PAUL: I heard Eirwen
was getting married.

I just couldn't stay away.

I wanted to see her.

I needed to tell her that I
was still in love with her.

I never got over her.

Then this morning,
someone in the village

said that she was dead.

I was coming to ask
Rhys if it was true.

Is it true?

Yes, I am afraid it is.

But what I don't
understand is that if you

regret calling off the
engagement, why did you?

I'd just gone solo
as a fund manager,

and the timing wasn't right.

Did Eirwen mention anything
about her becoming part

of the family business?

Yeah, there was some
mention about that.

What?

I don't know, she just...

She just blew hot and cold,
you know, like she wasn't

really that in to me.

I can't explain it really.

SYLVAN: Ma Cherie, I've found
a fantastic piece of land

for an Events
Center on the Loire.

Chateaux everywhere,
so beautiful.

Jane?

What?

Oh.

I know, I know,
and I'd love that.

- So we stick with the plan, yes?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm just not sure that I
can leave Olivia right now.

I can't put my finger on it.

Did you notice anything
odd with Eirwen?

Only that she was
young and in love.

And always writing in
that flipping diary.

I don't suppose you've
seen it anywhere, have you?

Do you know what I think?

I think it's about time that
you put yourself first for once.

Right, Sheila, now's our chance.

I'm sorry, my darling.

I've got to get on.

Monty, hi.

I've brought the
Reverend Bloxby,

just wanted to check
you're both okay

and thought perhaps
you might need to talk.

Can we come in?

Um, maybe we should
go for a walk!

Yes!

Be good to get you
out of the house.

No, thank you.

Not really in the mood.

Of course...

That's okay, just a thought.

[ Gasps ]

- What is it?
- Cramp!

I had a late night.

I think I need to rehydrate.

Well, let me get you some water.

Where from?

Ancombe Spring Water, perhaps?

I'm not sure.

I think there might be
some in the living room.

That's great.

Super.

Most kind.

[ Piano plays ]

[ Note plays off key ]

Ag, it's me.

I've got nothing, nada.

Although...

I've got to go.

Agatha, it's Jane.

Meet me at the Go Nuts
site in 10 minutes.

Jane?

Hello!

Jane, where are you?

Well, come on then,
answer the phone.

[ Line ringing ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Ringing continues ]

So, Jane Walters asked me to
meet her at the Go Nuts site.

Why?

Because she'd found the diary?

TONI: She definitely
had it with her.

And maybe someone could
have got to her first.

Well, I've asked Bill
to check her phone.

Right, suspects,
who have we got?

Number one, Fiery Karim Khan.

Oh! He's run more restaurants
than I've had hot dinners.

All across the county,
he starts them up,

and then he moves
on to the next one.

Right, well we need to
find out where he was

when Jane Walters was killed.

Suspect number two, Paul Abbasi.

Seemed like a decent enough chap

when I eventually
pinned him down,

quite literally.

Clearly not over Eirwen, and
we know he was in the area

before she was killed and
at the time of her death.

But why would he kill her?

Did the gun give us anything?

No. It had been cleaned.

Clearly a pattern. Someone
is one step ahead of us.

Who else have we got?

Hmm, Sylvan Duboiss.

AGATHA: Dubois! Sylvan Dubois!

C'est Francais!

Yeah, that's what I said.

- French.
- He's staying at the Manor,

spotted canoodling with
Jane Walters one minute,

Olivia Jones the next.

Maybe Sylvan Duboiss
was tired of Jane,

he wanted a bit of
excitement with Olivia.

That's what happens, isn't it?

I mean, it's a tricky
business, love.

Hmm.

Maybe it's a love triangle.

Oh, that never ends well.

But why would Sylvan

kill Eirwen?

I mean, it just doesn't
make any sense to me.

Well, we know he's Monty
Jones' business partner

but he's had his financial
difficulties, too, in the past.

Could it be Synod Syndrome?

What?

Didn't you say that
Eirwen was possibly

going to receive a
share of the company?

- I did.
- Then she'd have a voice.

And what if it was a voice that
Sylvan didn't want to hear?

It happens all the
time at synods.

Does a synod always
end in murder?

Not usually, no.

Mais oui! Bien sur!

Je pense un petite tete-a-tete
avec mon cherie is needed.

Rhys, hmm?

He left the canal before I did,

so maybe he had gone to
the hut to meet Jane.

Plus, we know that he
has a motive for murder,

what with the old money thing,
root of all evil and all that.

Yeah, but the thing
is, didn't you say

Rhys was with a
woman last night.

He just can't remember who.

I did.

If he was, who was she?

Who, indeed?

You see, us women
possess a superior,

some might say,
psychic intuition,

a sort of gut instinct for
what people are feeling

and thinking based
on an uncanny ability

to read people's facial
expressions and body language.

I would say that the woman
that Rhys spent the night with

is in this room.

Isn't that right, Sheila?

Hmm, a slight shift of the body
and avoidance of eye contact.

Plus, the last time I saw
this unusual shade of lipstick

was smeared across Rhys'
torso shouting arse!

Feel free to stop
me at any point.

Sheila! With Rhys?

Don't sound so surprised.

Little Miss Know-It-All isn't
the only cougar around here

to bag a younger man.

Suck it up!

You all went home
early and left me.

Rhys and I got talking,
had a few drinks,

got a little bit out of control,
one thing led to another.

Oh, spare us the details!

All we want to know is can
we rule him out or not?

Did you have your wicked
way with him or vice versa,

and then did he go
and kill Eirwen?

Oh, to be honest, I
don't remember either.

So he could have. Yes.

- Oh, James!
- James!

They finally let me out.

So Toni and I are gonna go
and tackle Monsieur Lothario.

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure you want
to be here, James?

No, not really, but I have
to do this. I need answers.

I've had plenty of
time to rack my brains.

Something doesn't add up.

I need to speak to
Monty about Eirwen,

why his daughter felt the need
to keep so many secrets from me.

Well, I'll try to find
out where Monty and Olivia

were when Jane
Walters was killed.

- And Eirwen for that matter?
- Seriously?

- What?
- [ Cellphone chimes ]

Everyone is a suspect until
I can prove otherwise.

You can't really
believe that Monty would

kill his own daughter or
Olivia for that matter.

Oh, abso-bloody-lutely.

You really don't want
to get on the wrong side

of a woman mid hot flush.

I imagine.

Oh, crikey.

Agatha, I need to
know everything.

What were her exes like?

What were her ex...

Uh, well how would you, I'd
say they were probably just, uh

maybe a little bit, well
maybe a decade of so

older than her.

- Sorry.
- It's fine, Agatha.

I get it.

She had a penchant
for the older man.

What else?

Well, uh,
Karim-very-shouty-man-Khan knew

that Eirwen was about to inherit
shares in the family business,

but he ditched her anyway.

And then there was Paul Abbasi.

He also knew but
chose to walk away,

even though he claimed
that he still loved her.

I mean, does that
make any sense to you?

No, none at all.

So, I mean, one ex was a
restaurant entrepreneur,

the other one was a
wannabe fund manager,

so I would think that
there must be some sort of

connection to money?

Not with me.

An ex-army gent who
writes history books.

As successful as
they are right now,

I'm hardly Le Carre, am I?

I think that's sort
of the point, James.

Which means what exactly?

It means that she
really did love you.

Hello.

You're looking
thoughtful, or guilty,

maybe just a bit puffed
out, I can't quite tell.

I was just thinking about Jane
and how she'll never see Nantes.

Oh.

Well, you didn't seem to be
thinking about her yesterday

when you were getting up close
and personal with Olivia.

I saw you and Olivia embracing.

That was business!

Ah!

Do you always embrace
people you do business with?

On completion, often.

In France it is only polite
if one is a gentilhomme.

Ah, well, you'll
be a gentilhomme

with a humdinger of a black eye

if you don't start
telling the truth.

Now tell me why would you need
to do business with Olivia?

Olivia is the major shareholder
in the company, of course.

Here.

Drink this.

Jane used to make this for
me. Would you like a cup?

Don't be forcing our
guests to drink that muck.

I can get you a
coffee if you prefer.

I'm fine.

I don't do caffeine
after 11:00 a.m.

Eirwen was a very
complex creature.

Beautiful, complex.

Wouldn't you agree, Olivia?

Hm.

I separated from Eirwen's mother
at the worst possible time...

When Eirwen was going
through adolescence.

She stayed with her
mother who was, well,

promiscuous would
be the polite word.

And Eirwen was affected by that?

Confused I would imagine.

Her mother wasn't the
greatest role model.

Men were coming and
going the whole time,

and as Eirwen grew up, she
seemed to swing between

a sort of chaste
romantic energy and...

Older men.

Sorry to butt in,
but could I just ask.

Sylvan said that you
are a major shareholder

in the events company.

Is that right?

It is. Why?

Oh, well, I just
got the impression

that it was more your
husband's venture, that's all.

Not at all.

Olivia's the real power
behind the Go Nuts throne.

She built up the
company, not me.

Although, I've not been
top of my game lately.

I started feeling rubbish
and going proper bonkers

a few months ago.

I have tried the lot to stop
it, but it just gets worse.

Nothing stops this intense heat
and the anxiety that invades

like an imposter in the
middle of the night,

constantly feeling like a
butterfly trapped in a cocoon!

Anyway, I have been
neglecting my duties of late

and Sylvan and Monty's business
plans, amongst other things.

Things like Eirwen being
given a share in the company,

that sort of thing?

Yes.

Oh, it's a sore
point, I'm afraid.

Monty wanted to,
but I wasn't sure

because I didn't think
it was fair on Rhys.

Which I totally understand.

Right, so Khan's a
bit of a hothead.

Mm-hmm.

Best let me do all the talking.

Okay.

Ah, Brendan.

KARIM: You've got a cheek.

As I see have you.

Braised ox cheek
in a red wine jus.

Hmm, how very appetizing.

Sadly, we're full.

Really?

Well, I won't keep you long.

Unfortunately, there's
been another death,

so I was wondering about your
movements yesterday afternoon.

I was here. I'm always here.

Now if you don't mind.

He's such a lovely young man.

- Who?
- The sous chef, Brendan.

- Oh?
- He comes to choir practice

every other Thursday.

- I bet he does.
- Wonderfully flexible bass.

Really?

Charles!

Well, we're still none the wiser
about Karim Khan's movements.

He says he was here.

He wasn't, though.

I asked Brendan, and he said
he was out all afternoon.

So where was he?

And what is he covering?

Is that the other one?

CHARLES: Two
ex-fiancées hooking up?

That's a bit off, isn't it?

And who's he on the phone to?

As I'm on a roll,
I'll go and find out.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Piece of cake.

Did you hear what he said?

- Every word.
- Which was?

Oh, uh, something about meeting
at the barge at 5:00 p.m.

The barge?

You mean Rhys' barge, right?

Or do you mean The Barge Inn?

Or is Rhys the next target?

Or was he the voice on
the end of the phone?

It was definitely a male voice.

Right, okay, well, whatever,
we need to get there,

we need to get
close to the action.

How are we gonna do that?

Maybe we can hire a barge?

How are we gonna
rustle up a barge?

Do the police have a
barge? A Sarge barge?

No, Agatha, we don't.

AGATHA: Hm.

If push comes to shove,
we could take Lady Lena.

We could do what to Lady who?

Lady Lena, Charles' barge.

She's moored on the
same stretch of canal.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Well, you kept this
little beauty quiet,

didn't you, Charles?

Yes, I don't really use it much.

Not really my mode of
transport, you know.

What on earth made you
buy a pleasure boat?

I didn't.

It came with the canal.

Shh. He'll hear.

No, it's okay, I've
got a visual on him.

It'll take more than the pop
of a cork to distract him.

What time is it?

4:40.

Here we go.

- A-ha!
- Champers.

Thank you.

- Ladies.
- Oh, lovely!

Oh, Bill, what have we got?

Well, I've been trying
to dig about a bit,

see if there's any
other reason Karim Khan

might have called
off his engagement.

Nothing yet, although the
restaurant was shut at the time

he and Eirwen were
together apparently.

AGATHA: Oh, I wonder why.

I might have something.

I've dug up an old article
from when they lived in Wales.

So, the Jones' business or more
accurately the Davies' business.

Olivia Davies as was
before she married Monty.

Is indeed the
majority shareholder.

It says here... mm...

Her dad worked his way up from
nothing to provide a better

future for his children.

All nine of them.

He started with a Steam
Railway near a place

with a really long
name in Anglesey.

SARAH: Oh. I know. It's...

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn
drobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

TONI: Anyway, Olivia expanded
it when she met Monty,

who used to run
Outward Bound Courses,

whatever that is, and then they
bought land and moved here.

This salty dippy thing
is lush. What is it?

That, Toni, is Royal
Caspian Beluga Caviar,

one of the rarest in the world.

Really? It's nice!

I reckon you've just chowed
down about two grands worth.

- At least!
- What?

I've just eaten more
than two month's rent?

Yes! Expensive taste
this one, Bill.

I'd make a run for it
while you still can.

Rhys is on the move!

Right! Quick! Go! Go! Go!

Go? Go where?

Follow the barge.

Oh, Captain, my
Captain, move it!

Well, no one said
anything about sailing it.

You don't sail a barge,
Charles. It has an engine.

Yes, I know, I know.

It's just that I
usually have Gustav

to do all this sort of thing.

- You just turn it on!
- Marvellous.

Okay, well, hoist the mainsail,
raise the anchor and, uh...

God's speed everybody.

[ Engine beeps, starts ]

Ah.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Engine stops ]

Oh.

- Well, we'll have to run.
- Run?

Seriously?

He might be going for ages!

Oh, oh, I appear to
be out of champers.

This is no good.

We're on the wrong side.

We need to cross back there.

Mutiny! Cowards!

- We're crossing over!
- We're crossing over!

What?

Lovely day for it.

Bill, shortcut!

- Sorry.
- Oi!

I'm requisitioning!

Why are you.

- [ Bell rings ]
- [ Screams ]

Oh, Agatha! You've just taken
a chunk out of my biscuits.

Really?

Well, I have achieved
many things in my life,

but I would say that that,
that's right up there.

This way. Agatha,
he's getting away!

AGATHA: Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone at

home?

What now?

Well, we need to find Rhys.

We need to get Charles and
Sarah to go back to Karim Khan's

and find out what he was meeting
with Paul Abbasi about earlier.

What do you want me to do?

Get Sheila, go back to
mine, and start digging.

How do we get past, Wilkes?

If he sees me, he'll
have me arrested again.

Probably have us all
arrested this time.

[ Ring tone plays ]

Where are you, Sergeant Wong?

I need you here.

I'm at the canal
at the bit where...

At the bit where

well, there's a canal, water,

uh, the thingyjig
that you step on,

uh, did I say water?

Boats and me and everything.

BILL: Sir?

WILKES: Where did you
spring from, DS Wong?

Followed your directions, Sir.

You see, it's all about
observation, Detective Sergeant.

Olivia, we were wondering
if you might be able

to tell us where Rhys is?

No idea.

Why? What's happened?

I'm afraid there's
been another murder.

Your step-daughter's
ex, Paul Abbasi.

Well, it would appear that
he wasn't quite over her.

He was killed on Rhys' boat.

Oh, my God, is Rhys okay?

Oh, no.

No, you've got it wrong.

Rhys wouldn't hurt a fly.

He may seem like a waster,
but he's a good lad.

Well, can you tell us
where we might find him?

This time of day, try the pub.

Oh, I'm sensing this
whole blended family setup

isn't quite The Waltons.

You could say that.

Rhys said that
Eirwen was travelling

when you two met, is that right?

That's right.

She came to live with us
after we were married.

Naturally, she's my
daughter, Olivia.

Why wouldn't she come
and live with us?

She just tipped up out
of the blue, Monty.

MONTY: We'd been
estranged, Mrs. Raisin.

She'd gone travelling.

Then one day, she reached out,
said she wanted to come home.

And nothing was
ever the same again.

AGATHA: Here's hoping.

Well, you're no saint, but
you've certainly got a future.

Oh, really, you think so?

What, above and beyond being
the one before "the one"?

Helping prep people for
their own true love.

Oh, God, sorry, is that
how it came across?

Little bit.

Maybe I'm just the one
before "the one" for you.

Yeah, or maybe I just don't want
to be defined by a relationship.

What do you think Olivia
meant when she said,

"Nothing was ever
the same again"?

I guess just that the first
flush of romance died down

once they were all living
under the same roof,

that the dynamic was
different with Eirwen there.

My, my, you are one
rather laid back

cool customer, aren't you?

Why do I get the impression you
don't mean that as a compliment?

Kill someone, then
go for a pint.

Not your average day.

Or maybe it is, for you?

Kill someone?

What are you on about now?

Oh, I know your game.

You kill Paul Abbasi
on your barge,

then you hotfoot it to the pub,

not so much to celebrate,
but to plant an alibi.

JAMES: Lots of people see
you which places you here

for a certain amount of time.

Hmm, then you hotfoot
it back to your barge,

you dump the body in
the dead of night.

I have no idea what
you're on about.

And by the time it's found

and an approximate time
of death is established...

You can just say,
"It wasn't me, Guv."

"I was in the pub all night!"

Or, I'm just having a beer

as I always do at
this time of day,

moor my barge at a
spot nearest the pub,

have a couple of cheeky
ones, and then head home.

What are you on about Paul for?

And why would he be on my boat?

Are you saying that you didn't
phone Paul Abbasi earlier today

and arrange to meet
him on the barge?

The last I saw of Paul
was you legging it up

the canal yesterday,
chasing him.

Yeah.

Oh, he was always
such a happy child.

What happened?

The finer things in life
have always suited me.

Mummy and Daddy always used
to take us away on a barge.

[ Chuckles ] Same
time every year.

James loved it.

You know, he'll always
be my little brother.

You know, he was never
a scrap of bother.

Such a shame he lost
the love of his life.

He really deserved
a shot of happiness

after all the heartache.

Wait, what are you looking at?

The wedding photos that weren't.

I took a few shots "my-selfie."

[ Laughs ]

Oh, I can hardly bring
myself to look at them all,

let alone show James.

He'll be heartbroken.

So was living in the big house
all just a bit too much for you?

Get on your nerves, did they?

Is that why you like
playing the big captain

on the little wee long boat?

Yeah, you would say that.

It's not how I see it.

Look, I love my Mam to bits.

She's brilliant,
but she changed.

Things started going
a bit haywire like,

what with Eirwen tipping up.

Did they now?

What sort of things?

Let's just say it's not and
has never been a marriage

made in heaven.

Separate bedrooms and all that.

Eirwen arriving on the scene
just brought matters to a head.

That's why I am well out of it.

SHEILA: Such a shame.

Such a waste of a church.

BILL: Hey!

When are you two
going to tie the knot?

Or don't young people
do that these days?

Not really, no.

BILL: We've traced
a text message

Jane Walters sent before
she called Agatha.

Changing the subject, I see.

Typical man.

Where is Agatha?

Uh, she went to look for Rhys,
so maybe the Jones' House?

Then she's in danger.

And that's who
she texted, right?

Thank you, Bill. Yes, I'm fine.

And, yes, James is here with me.

Listen, we're just going to go
and have a quick word, okay?

Trust me, Bill.

Okay, goodbye.

- Good news I take it.
- You could say that.

Coo-eee?

Anyone at home?

Hello.

Sorry, we were just leaving.

We're meeting Monty to try
out a new paintball gun.

Well, the paintball
guns will have to wait,

I'm afraid, because we
need to have a quick word.

Really? Now?

Can't it wait?

Yes, now!

And no, it can't.

It's important, Olivia.

It's also private, so if
you would like to tootle off

and play with your guns.

Olivia?

It's fine. I'll
catch up with you.

Don't make any decisions
till I get there.

I want final approval.

Oh, you, uh, might
want to lay off

that fermented stuff
you seem to be guzzling.

No, it's a godsend this.

Really? What is it?

Kombucha tea with sage.

It's one of Jane's recipes.
She always had a pot on the go.

Now, sweet Monty
makes it for me.

Ah, I see.

Well, about the moods,
the swings, the moments

of sudden irrational behavior.

Did the red mist
sometimes descend upon you

regarding Eirwen?

I mean, think about it,

here's this daughter
that you barely knew.

Suddenly, she's here.

Everyone treats her
like a princess.

She is the center of attention,
the center of Monty's universe,

and he wants her to be a
partner in your company,

the company that
your family built up.

Now everyone, including me,

dislikes or disapproves
of your son,

and yet everyone seems to
be gushing over Eirwen.

Ooh, that must have
been truly galling?

It could be wearing, yes.

Might even make
you feel jealous?

Envious?

Murderous even?

Yes, to all those things.

I freely admit that I am not
overly in control of my emotions

at the moment, but
I didn't kill her.

- And Jane?
- Oh, now hang on a minute.

I would never lay
a finger on Jane.

AGATHA: Well, Jane called me

just moments after she
sent a text to a phone

that was registered to you.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Why is it on your phone?

Well, Sylvan has a supplier in
France who gets all our phones.

My name is on the contract.

Everyone that works
for me has one.

Right, if you don't mind,

I need to check on what
those two are up to.

Gonna start charging
you two rent.

KARIM: What do you want now?

CHARLES: We want to
know what Paul Abbasi

was doing in here earlier.

Who?

Lots of people come
in here for food.

That's what folk mainly
come in here for.

CHARLES: Nice try, but
we're not buying it.

What did he really
come in here for?

Lunch.

The amount of people who
can't rustle up some grub,

you'd be surprised.

Can you?

No.

You wouldn't be
lying, would you?

Like you were about your
movements yesterday?

Doesn't it say in the Bible
"thou shalt not lie", Vicar?

Uh, it's also one of the Ten
Commandments, Charles, yes.

There you go.

Paul Abbasi was
found murdered today.

Coincidence?

I don't think so?

You can tell the truth, or
I can stand in my pulpit

and tell my congregation
about the evils

of bullying in the
workplace and restaurants

that I know perpetrate
it, i.e., yours.

And that would not be good
for business, would it?

Would it?

Sorry, was that a bit too harsh?

Not at all.

It seems you have him by the
short and curlies, Vicar.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr Khan?

At least she speaks her mind,

unlike you, you
pompous smarmball.

Sir Pompous Smarmball, actually.

- Toni?
- Hmm.

Is there something
I should know?

You're staring at
wedding photos.

Sheila air-dropped me them.

You haven't taken your eyes
off them since the boat.

That's odd, right?

That's not like father
and daughter, is it?

That's more like a lover's tiff.

KARIM: I swear, I never met
Paul Abbasi until today.

He just turned up out the blue.

He wanted to know why I
broke it off with Eirwen.

Which was because?

KARIM: It's not just
Eirwen we had in common.

It turns out neither
of us are blessed

with a great business sense.

He set out on his own
to be a fund manager,

but by his own admission, was
more of a financial advisor.

And not a good
one, it turns out.

I'd fallen on hard times, too.

The restaurant being
closed as a result.

KARIM: I couldn't
risk another failure.

So, uh, we both took the money.

Er, what money?

He was very, very persuasive.

Wouldn't take no for an answer
and, uh, kept raising his offer.

- Who did?
- Monty.

Monty Jones paid us to pull out.

I'm just not convinced by
Olivia's "menopause condition."

There's something
definitely not right there.

I think we're on to
something with Monty.

We need to check dates

and just probe into his
life a little bit more.

Check Eirwen, too,
including her socials.

Alright, will do.

Bill, those photos aren't right.

Well, they could just be close.

I have an intense
relationship with my mother.

It's a fair point.

There's close, and
there's "close."

Right, everyone is here.

What are we doing?

Charles, we are
going paintballing.

Ah!

What have you done with Sheila?

Oh, she fell asleep.

Champagne coma on the sofa.

[ Paintball guns firing ]

It's very good.

Nifty little piece, isn't it?

Sourced them from my
supply company in France.

They can ship them over here
in their hundreds if you want.

We do want. Very good,
Sylvan, very good.

Bonjour, Monsieur.

Might we, uh, interrupt
your little game?

Might want to put your toy
down while I'm talking to you.

Jane Walters sent a text
before she called Agatha.

She did!

And that text was sent from
a phone that you had sourced.

Did you talk to her?

No.

AGATHA: Ah. Did you?

Jane?

No.

How did you know that
Eirwen was Monty's daughter?

Well, because he
told me that she was.

And she's definitely
a daddy's girl.

After a fashion, perhaps.

What is this?

What are you trying
to insinuate about me

and my beloved daughter?

That she's not your daughter.

She's not even called Eirwen.

Well, that's outrageous!

You see, we did a little
bit of digging around

in her social media accounts,

and I found another account,
in the name of Ella Hamilton,

and that account goes way back.

And guess who she
hangs around with,

pretty much all of the time?

- Nonsense!
- Is it?

Look.

Caught in flagrante.

Eirwen's not your
daughter, is she?

Go on, tell me how
it all happened then.

The two of you met yonks
ago, you fell in love,

but the problem is, neither
of you had any money.

That is until you meet
successful single mother of one,

enter Olivia Davies!

See where I'm going with this?

- Still nonsense.
- Hmm.

What do you reckon, Olivia?

Does this look like
nonsense to you?

So you marry Olivia,

and jackpot!

You marry into the business,

move in together
at the Manor House,

and bring your
girlfriend in later.

Lush.

Tidy even.

Only, not so tidy.

Oh, dear, where did
it all go wrong?

You tell me.

You know, you seem to
have it all figured out!

Bill!

[ Gunshot ]

Back off!

So, what happened?

Did Eirwen get impatient?

Waiting far too long to be
made an honest woman of?

Well, honest-ish.

She rather liked the older
gentlemen, too, didn't she?

Shut it!

Oh, I think I maybe touched
a nerve there, didn't I?

She was flirting with them
to wind you up for attention.

And it worked, didn't it?

Because sometimes she
got engaged to them,

so you paid them off,
and she came back

because she didn't
love them, did she?

She loved you.

What about Paul Abbasi?

Trying to blackmail
me, threatened to talk

so I lured him to Rhys's barge.

TONI: She wrote
everything in that diary,

and when Jane found
it, she texted you.

And your dirty little
secret was out.

I said when enough
time had passed,

when we had control
of the company...

Ah, yes, the shares
in the company,

and as soon as Olivia
caved in on that,

you and Eirwen would
have complete control.

Then I'd divorce Olivia.

And live happily ever
after with your "daughter."

But she stalled, didn't she?

Was that around about the
time that you became ill?

What did you do?

Slip a little something into her
menopause tincture, was that it?

It wasn't difficult,
given all the concoctions

Jane was making for her.

Well, go on then.
What was it exactly?

Thyroxin.

AGATHA: Slowly poisoning her,

making her think that
she was losing her mind,

confusing her in order for
her to relinquish the company

so that you and Eirwen
would have complete power!

- You!
- No! No! No, no.

And then she met...

JAMES: Me.

She didn't want a share in
the company anymore, did she?

Because she didn't want you.

No, she didn't.

Because you, Lacey,
were "the real deal."

That was the problem.

All the others were just
to get my attention.

But you...

Eirwen fell in love with you.

Telling me we were over, that
she wanted to be with you.

That's why you wanted
to talk, isn't it?

To get rid of me, but Eirwen
stopped you, didn't she?

AGATHA: And that was
why you had to kill her.

Because you couldn't
take the rejection,

you couldn't bear to see
Eirwen happy with James.

Put the gun down, Monty.

It's over.

[ Agatha screams ]

[ Gunshot ]

CHARLES: Go!

That's for Eirwen.

Tragic really, wasn't it?

All for love.

Saddest for James,
though, really.

Yeah.

Even if Eirwen loved me,

she wasn't the person
that she pretended to be,

so maybe I didn't
really know her at all.

I don't know. Clearly
marriage isn't for me.

Me neither.

Although, I think it may be
for someone in your family.

Why not?

I mean, the church
is always available.

Ha-ha!

Great news!

I found the ring.

JAMES: I didn't
know you'd lost it.

Ah, long story.

Ah!

Ah, are you going to
propose to someone, Charles?

When hell freezes over.

To be fair, I think
marriage is a banging idea.

Not for Charles.

Life is short, love is elusive.

So when you find it, you've
got to grab it with both hands.

I'll get my own
ring thanks, but...

I know I want to be with you.

I know I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.

Will you marry me?

Nice day for a white wedding.

It's actually only
an engagement, sir.

Ah, ah, no, no
"sir" today, please.

Today, you can call me.

Detective Chief
Inspector Denzel.

Big old whopper coming through!

Oh! Well, read the card!

Oh, right!

Ha.

"Agatha, it seems a shame
to let the cake go to waste

and a huge thank you
for setting me free.

I feel young and alive again.

I am woman, hear me roar!

"Best, Olivia."

My work here is done.

Indeed.

Now is it just me or are you
trying to have a moment with me?

Might be.

You do manage to turn people's
lives upside down, don't you?

Without even trying.

It's my speciality.

[ Both laugh ]

I'm okay, before you ask.

I'll survive.

You?

Always.

A toast to Bill and Toni!

ALL: Bill and Toni.

To the future and to freedom!

Let's hear you roar!

[ Cheering ]

Cheers!

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