All language subtitles for Agatha.Raisin.S04E06.WEBRip.x264

Aha!

Meet the Raisinator!

Oh, bum.

- Ooh!

That's beautiful.
Come a bit closer together.

That's it. Now straight
to me. That's good.

That's it, Jamie boy. Give
her a squeeze, why don't you?

Gwenu, will you? Gwenu!

Uh, what does
"gwenu" mean again?

It means smile, James.

That's
right. Now, straight to me.

- That's good.

Isn't it bad luck to
take wedding pictures

before the actual wedding?

Nonsense.

The sooner we get them done,

the sooner we get
them on the website

and start advertising
as a wedding venue.

Always thinking. See?

Stunning, stunning.

Your daughter's very beautiful.

She is. I'd do anything for her.

Got a father-of-the-bride
chat lined up for later,

haven't we, Jimbo?

Oh, you needn't
worry about James.

He'll take good care of Eirwen.

I'm delighted he's
finally met the right woman.

God knows there have been some
false dawns along the way.

No.

Stick with me, kid.

I am.

Believe me, I am.

You're beginning to frighten me.

- Me?
Yeah.

It's just a
harmless bit of fun.

You know, I didn't think
I could get into this.

Didn't think it
would be my thing.

Turns out it is!

Who knew?

Not the boys,
that's for sure.

Come on.

Sorry, Bill. I've had to
take one for the team.

- I think it's quite serious.
- It's paint, Charles.

Hamstring. It
always gives me gyp.

- First I've heard of it.
- Yes, well,

I'm usually too
brave to mention it.

And Agatha's on fire!

She's like a woman possessed.

Whose idea was it
to give her a gun?

Well, Eirwen thought it
would be a good icebreaker,

to which you
replied, "Marvelous!"

And what else? Oh, yeah.

That we'd give the lot of
them a right good spanking.

Yes, well, on reflection
it was perhaps a tad rash.

What the hell is that?!

It was very good of
James to invite me.

I feel like one of the fam.

Yeah, I wouldn't miss
this for the world.

I told James I'm a busy
man, but he would insist.

Making up the numbers.

- For God's sake!
- I don't think any of us

are cut out for this.

- We could just surrender.
- No, no, no!

We can do this.

Never give up. Never give in.

Never. Say. Die.

Come on!

You don't think
you're taking this

just, like, a little
bit too seriously?

No, of course I'm not.

- Am I?
- Yeah.

It wouldn't have anything to do

with James' impending
nuptials, would it?

It's got nothing to
do with his nuptials!

It makes absolutely
perfect sense

that he's marrying
into outdoor events.

You know, what with
his whole army thing.

Agatha, I think it'd
be understandable

if you felt a bit
strange about it.

Listen, I don't feel
strange about it.

There may have been a time
I might have felt strange,

but right now I don't feel
strange about it, okay?

Right, come on! Go!

Remember

stay together.

Stay in formation.

I've got visuals.

I wish I did.

Well, aren't we
outnumbered, though?

No. Wilkes doesn't count.

These hands, they are
trained for battle,

so these arms can bend a bow or

something. Whatsit,
Psalm something or other.

Someone's been
talking to Sarah.

Yes, she gave me a
right old pep talk.

Right, come on!

Let's do this!

Come on. Get in.

Why haven't
you shot me already?

Well, I can't shoot you, can I?

Aww. That's well sweet.

That is the point of the game.

I know.

- Shh!

It's alright.

You can come out
from behind the tree.

You've got me.

It's a fair cop, copper.

Got ya. Good one.

Yeees! Copper...

- Oh! Oh! Oh!

No fair! Aah! Aah!

Toni.

I've got a gammy leg.

All the better
to hunt you down then!

Remember Cyprus! Oh!

Here comes the Raisinatorrrr!

- Eat my paint!

I do not believe this!

Let's get you in the house.

Every time there's trouble

guess who's there.

Well, how was I supposed
to know it wasn't Charles?

- I was in the zone.
Hmm.

The wrongzone as it turned out.

Agatha, this is my first wedding
as a vicar, and it's James.

I don't want any trauma.

I don't want
anything to go wrong.

Trauma? Little old me?

I mean, what could
possibly go wrong?

Apart from splatting
the bride with paint

and shooting the
groom, obviously.

James is staying with you,
right? How's he doing?

Fine, until I mentioned
the best man's speech.

Which is tricky,
to say the least.

I mean, we don't know Eirwen.

It's difficult to
know how to pitch it.

I mean, does she even
have a sense of humor?

What about
some Welsh jokes?

Absolutely. Well, they are
going to honeymoon in Wales.

- Oh, are they? Ah.
Yes.

So I said to James,
"What are you going

to do after the
wedding?" and he said,

"I'm going to 'Bangor'
for a fortnight."

Oh, that's so lovely!

Jez and I went there on
our way to Llandud...

- No.
- No.

- No.
- Well, let's hope

that he gets to go on
honeymoon this time.

It seemed to work out
well for you, I recall.

Oh?

Iechyd da. She wants me.

Oh.

Gently does it now.
- What's happened?

Now, before you go pegging
your needle in the red zone,

there's been a bit
of an accident,

but it's all sorted now.

What kind of an accident?

Is Eirwen okay?

She is. All fine and dandy.

James came off worse,
so stop fussing.

- Deep breath.

Better?

Except I've the mother of all
flushes and my head is raging.

I've made
some special tea.

You just make sure that you
sip it throughout the day.

Brilliant.

I don't know what
I'd do without you.

- Spontaneously combust, I'd say.
- Mm.

Now, the drinks are all
here, unpacked and stacked.

Caterers fully briefed.

And the flowers will
be arriving later.

As will the gorgeous
lead singer of the band.

He said he wants to
drop his kit off.

I said, "Don't you mind me.

You drop your kit off any
time you like, my darling."

I don't
know how you do it.

Not a list or an
HRT patch in sight.

Well, I told you... Don't
let the change rearrange you.

You know, I think it's
best you see the doctor,

- just to be on the safe side.
- Don't be daft.

It's like Monty said...
It's age and stage.

Well, I'll pop this
dress downstairs,

and then I'll be off.

Before you ask, it's
all been sorted.

The energies are all wrong.

I've got a bad feeling
about all this.

Nonsense.

Right now the only fermented
drink you need is this.

Here's to tomorrow.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I think
you have an admirer.

Oh, I think
you might be right.

No. Not him.

Him.

Oh, God help
me. Not him again.

Agatha!

I'm not being funny, but I was
absolutely tamping at first.

- Tamping?
- Angry. Extremely, apparently.

I'm not gonna lie.
Raging, I was.

But then I had a little
word with myself,

and I thought, "Well,
it was hilarious."

Did you?

Oh, I've been dying to meet you.

- Uh...
- We're the same, me and you.

I can be a little bit tapped
myself, and a bit chopsy-like.

Oh, well, she's chopsy alright.

Anyway, fair dos. Let's
get a round in, shall we?

- Drinks are on me!

Now, then, I've got these lush
sashes for you all to wear.

There we go. One for you.

One for you.

Anyway, partyyyyy!

Whoo!
Cheers!

Sylvan Dubois.

Oh.
- Friend of Eirwen's,

business associate
of her father.

I'm working with him on opening

an outdoor events
site in Nantes.

- Oh!
Ah.

I introduced these two in Paris.

Ah, so it's
all down to you, is it?

So, tell me, it's all
very sudden, isn't it?

I mean, she's not, um, you know?

I mean, he's not just, you know,

doing the honorable
thing, is he?

- Charles!
- What?

Not at all.

I knew that it would
be love at first sight,

and I was right... It was.

Cupid himself.

Sir Charles Fraith.

Oh.

Agatha Raisin.
Pleased to meet you.

Carsely's very own sexpot.

Oh, Charles, seriously, is
that the best you've got?

Yeah, sorry. I'm saving all
my best lines for the speech.

Ah, yes, theAgatha.

You and James were, uh...

Over a very long time ago.

L'histoire!

Ah, so you like history, too?

Eirwen has a PhD in it. That's
what brought her to Paris.

- You?
- Me?

No. History, no.

Probably more of a here and
now, just sort of, you know,

be in the moment,
that sort of thing.

- Charles? Yes?
- Absolutely.

Lovely, isn't she?

Yes, she is.
Yes, lovely.

I mean, who'd have thought it?

James bags himself a
wonderful woman, and...

I couldn't be happier.

Mm.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Incoming at 2:00.
Quick, quick, quick.

Let's get a drink.

Um...

Oh, my God.

That's the lot.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

Imagine... Mrs. James Lacey.

Do you promise to
stand by me, James?

No matter what? Till
death do us part?

Of course I do.

Promise me, James.
Whatever happens.

- Do you promise?

Oh, your dad. Still
wanting our little chat.

Oh. Delete.

Now say you'll promise.

I promise.

What's this about?

I'm not a fan of
wedding day surprises.

Everything alright?

I'll tell you after the wedding.

Right! This one's a banger!

1, 2, 3.

Look, if this is about the
whole paintball splatty thing,

I'm sorry, okay?

It isn't. I just
thought I'd say hello.

Oh.

Hello.

Everything all set
for tomorrow then?

I believe so.

Are you

okay with it?

You know what?

I am, yeah.

I mean, Eirwen's
gorgeous and lovely.

And what with mad Mary
"Misfortune" and me,

how did you pull that one off?

I don't know.

Lucky, I guess.

Well, it's nothing
less than you deserve.

This is your chance, James,
for lifelong happiness.

Just don't mess it up like

well, you know.

I won't.

I think I'm ready.

Thank you.

Well, there's no
need to thank me.

Just out of interest, what
are you thanking me for?

- For just being you.
- Oh.

For being there

after everything
we've been through.

The wedding that never
was, "honeymoon" in Cyprus.

Yeah, well, I think the less
said about that, the better.

We have been through rather
a lot, you and I, haven't we?

Whatever way you look at it.

I think maybe it was
preparing me for this moment.

Maybe I wasn't ready before.

To be honest, I wasn't sure
I was ever going to be.

And then Eirwen came along.

And you decided to
carpe that diem.

Exactly.

If you and I hadn't made a
such a pig's ear of everything,

I wouldn't be here now.

So thank you.

My pleasure.

"We're gathered
here today..."

Oh.

Okay.

"Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here
today to join this man

and this woman in
holy matrimony."

Oh! Aah!

Charles, what in God's
name are you doing?!

I have no idea.

I didn't marry anyone, did I?

Aw, my head is banging.

That was a belting
night, though.

Oh, and you, Charles. All that
business with the wedding ring.

- Eh? What business?
- The trick you did.

Pretending to swallow the ring
and then using sleight of hand

at the last minute
to magic it away.

It was insane.

Charles, you didn't
swallow the ring, did you?

Of course not!

Oh, yeah. There
was something else.

I can faintly
remember you mooning

and dancing on
the village green,

which might explain
the loss of your

- trousers.
- Trousers.

Oh, that'll serve you right

for playing kiss chase
with Mrs. Boggle.

Ta-da!

Happy day of wedding!

- Pull out the... stopper.

And let's have a whopper.

Time to say goodbye to
bachelor James and hello, wife!

So, tell me, how
are you feeling?

Excited? Anxious?

- Ah, lovely.
Oh.

Thank you. Bottoms up.

Morning, all!

Ready, willing, and able
and reporting for duty.

Good God! Who dug you up?

And where are your trousers?

Absolutely no idea, but it's
perfectly fine because, uh...

Mm.

'Cause a big part
of my role today

is to make James look good.

Oh, I think you're winning
by a distance on that score.

As long as you've got the
ring. That's all that matters.

Of course I have the ring.

It hasn't left my
personage all night.

Oh, I should have
brought more glasses.

We could have had the
wedding right here.

Charles!

I've got some bad
news, I'm afraid.

Yes, I know.

- Charles in charge equals chaos.
- No, it's...

Goodness knows what his best
man speech is going to be like.

Agatha!

Oh.

I'm so sorry, James.

There's been an incident.
Eirwen's been killed.

- This way.

Any new developments?

Are you okay?

Trying to be.

Have to be.

Oh.

- I'm so, so sorry.
Oh.

This is, uh... Agatha.

She's a private investigator.

She helps solve murders.

Whoever did this to James
and, of course, to yourselves

must be brought to justice.

I couldn't agree more.
Whatever it takes.

I just

I don't understand.

Why would anyone
want to hurt Eirwen?

I have no idea.

I mean, had she fallen
out with anyone recently?

Did she have any enemies?

Of course not. Not a
bad bone in her body.

And how was Eirwen
within herself recently?

She was the happiest
I've ever seen her.

Did you notice
anything unusual at all?

I mean, anything.
Anything at all.

No.

Although I did notice

someone skulking near the
perimeter fence yesterday.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's just the shock, I guess.

Not to mention these hot
flushes that are driving me mad.

The skulking man... Can
you describe him at all?

He was wearing
jeans and a hoodie,

so I didn't get a
good look really.

Right, okay.

What about security footage?

We don't have
any here at the house.

Only at the site really.

Hang on. There was something.

Something she wanted
to tell me yesterday.

Said it could wait till
after we were married.

Any idea what that
may have been?

Probably about
her track record, see?

Who are you?

And what track
record would that be?

Rhys is my son.

And I suspect he's
referring to the fact

that Eirwen wasn't very good
at making it down the aisle.

She'd been
jilted at the altar.

Twice before?

Really?

Did you know about this, James?

No.

Nothing.

She never mentioned it.

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

Make sure there was no
funny business this time.

So what's happened?

She done the jilting this
time then?

She's been murdered.

Huh.

You don't seem too
bothered about it, Rhys.

Do you mind telling me
where you were last night

and first thing this morning?

Um...

I have absolutely
no idea whatsoever.

- What have we got?
- Oh.

That's the head and
the body and the arms.

Now I'm just gonna do a
little bit more of the hair.

I meant, do we know
what happened to Eirwen?

Oh, that. Mm...

Oh, gunshot wound to the back.

Now watch and learn.

From the position the body fell,

I'd say the murderer
was stood... here.

Too close.

Or here?

Possibly here?

Or behind that plant.

Mm.

We'll need the names and
addresses of both her exes,

- obviously.
- Why didn't she tell me?

Well, I guess she didn't want
to put ideas into your head,

or you'd think bad of her.

No, nothing could be
further from my mind.

I would never jilt anyone at...

She could have told me.

Why do you think her exes called
it off at the last minute?

We don't know for sure.

We never really got to the
bottom of it, did we, Monty?

Disappeared faster than rats
deserting a sinking ship,

they did.

Tell me, what's the deal with
Captain Santa Pants out there?

Not exactly rending his
undergarments in grief, is he?

Rhys is Rhys. Law unto
himself, that one.

He means well.

He's just a little bit too
laid-back for his own good.

He's identifying as an
abstract artist these days.

One word for it.

How did the "abstract artist"
get along with his sister?

Stepsister.

Monty and Olivia
only got together

- five years ago, didn't you?
- That's right.

Rhys is mine from
my first marriage.

I'll get those
addresses that you need.

Karim Khan owns a restaurant,

and Paul Abbasi works
for a bank, I think.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is definitely from whence
the fatal shot was fired.

We've found the smoking gun.

As in the mysterious,
shadowy clue

that will lead me
inexorably to the murderer?

No, as in
the murder weapon.

It's a gun with smoke
residue 'round its nozzle.

It's in the greenhouse
'round the back.

Aah!

Design fault.

What kept you?

Don't shoot the messenger,
but we're a man down. Charles.

Hangover from hell
has kicked in.

Listen, I have had hangovers
where my hair hurts.

I have no sympathy.

Now, I want you to
talk to these people,

see if anyone saw anything,
heard anything, comings, goings,

toings, froings -Yeah, will do.

- Has anyone checked her diary?
- What?

Well, she had her
diary with her in the pub.

- Really?
- Yeah, she saw me looking at it,

and she didn't look too happy.

Very well observed! We
need to get hold of that.

I'm just gonna
take five minutes.

No, you won't.
Come on, step to it.

Time is of the
essence. Go, go, go.

Alright, alright.

James.

- I'm so sorry.
Oh, my goodness!

Who would do such a thing?!

It's unbelievable.

Who's that, and what the
qu'est-que-ce-que-ça-que-ce

is she doing with the Frenchman?

That's
Jane. Jane Walters.

She's the help and
general factotum.

I beg your pardon?

Housekeeper.

Salt of the earth and
all-'round good egg.

Ah. Mm. Factotum.

Oh, my dear Lord, James.

Oh!

I have no words.

Which is unusual for
me 'cause I'm a talker.

It's just utterly dreadful.

You must be Agatha.

I mean, we've had a couple
of false starts wedding-wise,

- but this...
About that.

Did you get to meet any
of James' predecessors?

No, none of us did.

Eirwen never brought them home.

I don't think Monty approved.

Then again, Monty doesn't
approve of anyone.

Did Eirwen seem okay
to you recently?

Oh, my sweetheart, yes.

Absolutely besotted, she was.

I've never seen her happier.

Elle etait follement
amoureuse de toi.

That's very sweet of you to say.

Yeah, that's
absolutely very sweet.

Well, I best get in. Olivia's
nerves will be shattered.

Bless her, she's been
struggling lately.

God knows what this
will do to her.

What did he say?

That Eirwen was madly
in love with me.

Ah.

So the caterers and florists

weren't there at the
time of the murder.

And Olivia Jones confirms

that the diary went
everywhere with Eirwen,

but doesn't know
where it is now.

That diary, it could reveal a
whole host of personal truths.

We really need to find it.

But check with Jane whatsit, see
if she knows its whereabouts.

What with her being
Miss Obi-Wan-Factotum

and all that.

Right, okay, suspects.

Where did you get those?

I just... What?

Just a few bits that I
picked up along the way,

you know, as one does.

Right, anyway, let's
start with the ex-fiancés.

Karim Khan.

Paul Abbasi.

Now, we have their
work addresses,

so that is where we will start.

That will be our
first port of call.

Stepbrother.

Hippie-dippie, horny-horse,
arty-farty Rhys.

Clearly not that close to Eirwen

because he barely flinched
when he heard about her death,

plus he is a shifty
piece of shiftiness.

Right. The Frenchman.

He knows Eirwen, and he is way
too good-looking for my liking.

He's way too smooth.

He's way too charming.

He's defo got an
eye for the ladies.

Speaking of ladies, is,
uh... Is Charles here yet?

Yes, never mind about Charles.
We're talking about him.

Who is he? What do
we know about him?

Hmm. Right.

Jane. All-'round
good egg, apparently.

Big personality and, uh,

a little bit too close to
the Frenchman, methinks.

Right, anybody else?

Hmm. The parents, I guess?

- The parents.
- Surely not.

James, someone has killed the
woman you were about to marry.

We cannot rule anyone out.

Now, how... how do we
get in with the parents?

I don't know. Sheila gets
on very well with them.

Great idea. Sheila can
get in with the parents

because she gets right
under people's skin

and right up their noses.

Okay, any more for any more...

No need for
any more of that.

We're here to make an arrest,

and it gives me
no great pleasure

to tell you that the murderer

- is in this very room.

"Who is
it," you may ask.

And I may answer

- j'accuse!

Wait, Jack who?

Hey! Wait a minute!

Even by your own astounding
standards of police work,

this is utter nonsense.

- Thank you very much.

Seriously, though,
based on what evidence?

Well, actually, an eyewitness
claims they saw James

at the window outside
Eirwen's bedroom,

from which she was shot.

Yeah, have that, Lacey cakes.

Oh, it's nice. Who made those?

Mrs. Boggle.

- Just... get out!

Did she...

So,
according to Monty,

the guy who runs this
place, Karim Khan...

Alright, can you dial
it down a bit, Agatha?

Well, he was engaged to
Eirwen about 18 months ago.

Thoughts!

Or is your gin-soaked
brain too delicate to cope?

Well, I'm not a fan already.

Far too much juson the
menu. Fair-to-middling

- trying to be Michelin.
- Oh, come on.

Ah! Mr. Khan.

Not that fat-fingered
culinary numbskull.

I'm theKarim Khan,

and this waste of space

should be in the kitchen
prepping asparagus,

unless he wants to lose those
teeth he's spent a fortune on!

Go! Go, go, go!

- It's all about the bantz.

Keep 'em on their toes.

How can I help?
If it's a booking,

I'm afraid I don't have
anything before 2:30.

It's not actually.

It's, uh... It's
about Eirwen Jones.

Ah, Little Miss Heiress herself.

How is she?

She's...

Sorry. Did you say "heiress"?

Well, when I knew her,
there was talk of her

getting a share in
the family firm.

So? How is she?

Dead, I'm afraid.

Murdered, in fact,
and we just wondered

if you knew anything about that.

'Course not. Why would I?

Well, she was due
to get married,

and we understand
that was something

that you were planning to
do with her at one point.

Just wondered why
you called it off.

What business is that of yours?

Well, it might be
of some relevance, you know,

jealous former lover,
that sort of thing.

With a bit of a temper.

Listen, I haven't seen
Eirwen since we broke it off.

And I don't take
kindly to people

swanning into my restaurant
and accusing me of murder!

So if you don't mind,
there's the door!

You can shut it on your way out!

The manager remembered Eirwen,
but says her ex, Paul Abbasi,

quit suddenly six months ago

and didn't leave a
forwarding address.

No one knows where he is.

- Are you okay?
- What?

Yeah, yeah.

Just makes you
think, doesn't it?

Here today, gone tomorrow.

One of us could get hit
by a bus any second.

Or we could just

cross the road sensibly.

I can't help feeling for James.

I mean, one minute, your
future in front of you,

and then the next, it's
gone, just like that.

I guess we've just got to
live for today. Make it count.

I imagine that's why James
grabbed his moment with Eirwen.

You don't want to
get married, do you?

Me?

No.

- You?
- Oh, God, no!

I mean, can you imagine
spending the rest of your life

with the same person?

I can't say I've
given it much thought.

Yeah, me neither.

I mean, leave it
to the oldies, eh?

It's just a bit of
paper anyway, innit?

- Right.
- I mean, of course,

it totally depends
on meeting The One.

The One?

Whoever The One is.

I guess.

We should... We should get back.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh. Car's that way.

Oh, don't worry, Sarah.

I'm sure there'll
be other weddings.

Oh, I know.

I was just so looking
forward to this one.

For James, if nothing else.

- I'm so sorry.

Well, I take it James hasn't
been able to convince Wilkes

of his innocence yet, then?

Not yet, but common
sense will prevail.

Eventually.

Well, he is still
a person of interest,

and it does beg the question...

What was he doing outside her
window in the wee small hours?

Probably nerves.

Only natural in the light
of previous incidents.

Oh, water under
the bridge, Sheila.

Oh, water under the bridge.

Late night, was it?

- It was, actually.
Mm.

So where did you end up, then?

Nowhere. Just a little nightcap.

Wasn't a crime the
last time I looked.

Hm, life in the old dog yet, eh?

- No joy on Paul Abbasi.

Quit his job six months ago,

no forwarding address, but
we're looking into him.

- How did you get on?
- Well, we crossed swords

with quick-tempered Karim.

Charles spoke to
one of his cronies

who runs The Fiddlers and
said that he's all

All mouth and no trousers.

But what his big mouth didsay

was that Eirwen was gonna get
shares in the family business.

Hmm. I wonder what the
stepbrother made of that.

Probably not much.

Rhys and Monty aren't close.

Monty certainly doesn't want
him anywhere near the business.

And you know this how?

I-Instinct.

Hmm.

Well, I prefer "nosy," but...

So, if Monty was about
to cut in Eirwen...

It is his daughter, after all...
That would give Rhys a motive.

Okay, I need to go
and talk to Rhys.

So any other little pearls

you might want to share
with us about the Joneses?

Not really.

Just that they only
met five years ago,

moved here from Wales last
year to set up Go Nuts.

Got the impression it wasn't
really Eirwen's thing.

No?

Not the outdoorsy
type, I suppose.

But I reckon she's the type

that would write anything
down in a journal.

We need to find that diary.

Yes, we do!

So I want you to go
to the manor house,

have a little bit of a snoop
around, see if you can find it.

And would you just try and
distract Olivia and Monty?

Well, of course I can, if
it means helping my brother.

Oh, I'll come with you.

Nothing else to do now
there's no wedding.

Oh...

So, let me get this straight.

Your parents live in
a big old fancy house,

and you live here
on a little boat.

I prefer the company
of the roach.

They come here in their
hundreds, they do.

- Keep me calm.
- Very poetic.

Fancy the life of the
impoverished artist, do we?

Prefer the
peace and quiet.

Only agreed to stay at
the manor last night

because of the
wedding that wasn't.

So where were you first
thing this morning

when Eirwen was shot?

In bed, obviously.

Obviously.

And can anyone vouch for that?

Nope.

Oh, hang on a sec. Maybe.

There was someone, I think.

I can't really
remember, to be honest.

Very convenient.

So, tell me, you and Eirwen
have known each other

for five years, is that right?

Not even that.

She wasn't around to begin with.

She was off traveling when
Monty and Mam got together.

She tipped up about
six months later,

a few months after
they got married.

The apple of her father's eye.

Is that why he was
thinking about giving her

a share in the company?

Didn't know he was.

Is that a fact?

Yep, it is. You need to ask him.

Well, I'm asking you.

You can't have been very happy

giving over a great big portion

of the company to
your stepsister?

I've never been
bothered by all that stuff.

Not my thing, really.

I prefer to lose myself
in art and fishing, see?

I'm getting another
beer. Do you fancy one?

No, thank you.

Are you expecting company?

There's a rather
dubious-looking character

lurking at about 12:00.

Or 10 past 12:00.

I suppose it depends on
the way you're standing.

Over your left shoulder.
Over there. Look. Look.

Jeans and a hoodie.

Any idea who he could be?

Not a clue.

Only one way to
find out, though.

- Jeans and a hoodie...
- Hiya!

Wait! Hey!

Hey!

Sorry, sorry. Oh.

- Wait, wait!

- What are you doing?!
- Look.

I got him! Got him!

Right, you...

You better start talking. Name!

Paul. Paul Abbasi.

Ohh, the second fiancé.

Nice to meet you.

Agatha Raisin.