All language subtitles for Agatha Raisin 4x07 - There Goes the Bride, Part 2 (English)

So it was you that
Olivia Jones saw skulking

around her perimeter?

What were you doing?

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.

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

for an Events Center
on the Loire.

Chateaux everywhere,
so beautiful.

Jane?

What?

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.

- 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.

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.

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

Why?

Because she'd found the diary?

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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?

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.

Best let me do all the talking.

Okay.

Ah, Brendan.

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.

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?

Two ex-fianc�es 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.

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.

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.

Oh. I know. It's...

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn
drobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

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.

- 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...

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!

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.

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.

Sir?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

Such a shame.

Such a waste of a church.

Hey!

When are you two
going to tie the knot?

Or don't young people
do that these days?

Not really, no.

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.

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.

What do you want now?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

What have you done with Sheila?

Oh, she fell asleep.

Champagne coma on the sofa.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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...

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?

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.

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.

I didn't know you'd lost it.

Ah, long story.

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.

I'm okay, before you ask.

I'll survive.

You?

Always.

A toast to Bill and Toni!

Bill and Toni.

To the future and to freedom!

Let's hear you roar!

Cheers!