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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.

Hmm?

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

£7,000 worth of
charity donations from

the Great Cotswold Jam-Off.

Excuse me?

I did not take that money!

What about the £2,000 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.

Hmm?

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?

Ah!

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.

Oh!

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?