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[ Agatha laughing ]

ROY: It's not funny, Agie.

AGATHA: Oh, no, no.

[ Laughs ] No, it is -- it's a little bit funny.

It was a little bit funny.

[ Laughs ]

They've reached out to Roy to rebrand a jamming competition.

[ Laughter ]

Well, obviously, to an old muso like me,

"jamming" means a bunch of blissed-out jazz hep cats

freestyling some hot licks.

AGATHA: So -- So, when exactly did you realize

that you'd been asked to rebrand a preserve festival

for the Cotswold Jamerati?

About 10 seconds after I showed up to the first meeting

smoking a doobie and suggesting putting on Miles Davis

to get into the funky zone.

SARAH: I'm very fond of a Comfrey Magna Preserve Festival.

Hopefully it can be renamed to something tasteful but original.

[ Laughs ] Have you met Roy?

Actually, Rev, I've dragged it from the 1950s,

and it will now be known as --

The Great Cotswold Jammer Final welcomes you all

to Comfrey Magna Community Hall.

[ Applause ]

That sounds an awful lot like

"The Great British Bake Off."

Can you not talk over our sponsor, please?

Riffraff.

I'm Sybilla Triast-Perkins.

I've been coming to this historic competition for years.

But this is my first year attending as

managing director of Jellop's Jams.

[ Applause ]

Unfortunately, we're just running a tad late,

waiting on all the finalists to arrive.

[ Horn honking ]

[ Laughs ] Oh, it's killing me, it's killing me.

[ Exhales deeply ]

All right, it's green, it's green.

Avanti!

[ Brakes squeal ]

Mind me jam, Petra!

Now that we are all gathered together...

SARAH: The Reverend and Mrs. Perfect,

the priestly power couple.

Arthur Chance is the vicar of Comfrey Magna,

the bishop's favorite.

We don't get on.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

You get on with everyone.

There's something not quite right there.

That's all.

Do give what you can.

There is a collection box at the back of the hall.

[ Bell dings ]

[ Bell dings ]

There goes the competition, Maggie.

Oh, please.

Gilda Brenson's not the competition.

-[ Siren wailing ] -[ Laughs ]

He'sthe competition.

[ Laughs ]

Oh. Emergency, my ass.

Follow that jam maker!

I'm confident that the jam-off will be conducted

in the same spirit of good-natured rivalry

as it always has.

In a minute, along with our celebrity judges,

I'll be tasting all your wonderful jams.

Ooh, nice touch with the judges.

Stormzy, Greta Thunberg, Barack Obama --

All send their apologies,

so he asked for me and Charles instead.

-[ Laughs ] -Local celebrities.

Big in Evesham.

Thank you for this honor.

And as judge, I promise to uphold the noble traditions

of fairness and impartiality.

And I promise to be the mean one.

It's a no from me.

You're fired.

[ Laughter ]

[ Applause ]

I remember the first year I attended the jam-off.

The writer returns. Have you finished your book?

No.

So, why are you back?

Because, uh...

Well, because --

Oh, thank you for answering all my texts, by the way.

And mine.

Yes, it was great to get those little updates.

I'm not sure I sent any little updates to any of you.

Yes, I know. I was being sarcastic.

Why so elusive, James?

Agatha, I need to have a little talk with you.

Well, you can have a talk with me now, if you'd like.

Do you want "pro-jam"? See what I did there?

Pro-jam?

Yeah, I'll do the jokes, boy. Off you go.

Mm, Chloe Selby Jellop.

Who's that?

Chloe was managing director

of Jellop's Jams before Sybilla took over.

I'd like you all to give exactly that

to the next esteemed person...

Of course.

And before Chloe was MD, there was Liz Jellop,

who Sarah found dead, with her head in a vat of jam.

Which was terrible.

Of course that family are cursed.

I'm a member of that cursed family.

Chloe was my wife.

Taken from us almost exactly a year ago today.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, no. Agie's in love.

Oh, please don't, Agatha.

I -- I know he's lovely-looking and all --

ROY: Step away from the widower.

Too much emotional baggage.

When you get to a certain age,

everyone's got a bit of emotional baggage.

I think we're perfect for each other.

Exactly.

I'm sure Agatha's the right person to decide

who's best for her romantically.

I am? Yes. I know I am.

You usually disapprove of my romantic liaisons.

-True. -[ Cellphone dings ]

But sometimes you have to stop being judgmental.

Allow people to move on with their lives.

Hmm.

He replied to that text pretty quickly, guys.

What do you suppose the big talk he wants to have

with you is about?

Who cares about the big talk?

Not I.

Coming through, coming through!

-Policeman! -Police brutality.

Stop him! Do you want to go?

Calm down! I got rage!

Looks like some people didn't get

the good-natured rivalry memo.

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

Form the judge protection squad!

-Is that really necessary? -Sorry! Sorry.

Can you see what I'm up against?

1, 2, 3.

They are taking it really seriously.

Is this us making time for each other?

Well, some would say that this --

me and you at the jam-off -- counts as a date, no?

Well, not while you're on jam protection duty, it doesn't.

Bill, if we're going out together, at some point,

we should actually go out together.

Fair enough. When are you free?

[ Sighs ]

Well, I'm really busy.

I've got loads of missing-pet cases to solve.

Come on. Let's get a day in the diary.

TONI: Um...

-Hold the phone! -Oh.

-Hold the phone! -Better go and,

uh, preserve the peace.

TONI: Harry?

-Um... -Hi, Toni.

What are you doing here? Are you a jam fan?

No, uh, Agatha invited me.

-Invited you? -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Anyway, I'll -- I'll see you at work.

SYBILLA: Ooh, this is interesting.

What do we have here?

GILDA: Oh, well, it's a jam sweetened with honey.

Mmm. I love honey.

But I'm allergic to bees.

Go figure.

MAGGIE: Oh, you're allergic to bees?

Well, you're gonna be allergic to this,

an old horny goat weed and beetroot?

I mean, pass the sick bucket.

Maggie, need I remind you that intimidation

of fellow competitors is a disqualifying offense.

-Oh, look, a bee! -Ohh!

No, sorry. Just a fly.

My mistake.

-[ Alarm blaring ] -Oh!

AGATHA: Do it, do it, stop it, stop it.

[ Machine stops ]

Sorry, sorry. Sorry.

Oh, look.

[ Mumbling indistinctly ]

Harry Beam's here. He said he'd see me at work.

Yes, and so he will.

He showed a talent for deduction in the Snoth case,

and his enthusiasm counts for a lot.

Therefore, I want to trial him as a new detective.

But I'myour junior detective.

Well, now I have two junior detectives.

Come on!

A little healthy competition doesn't do any harm.

Great. So can you do the boring missing-pet cases, then?

Listen, those missing-pet cases

are part of the agency's bread and butter.

Very good training.

It's important to serve one's apprenticeship, Toni.

Gilda Brenson.

Mm. May I taste your wares?

You may.

I shall dive in.

[ Chuckles ]

Hold on.

That's my GP, Dr. Stevens.

She was telling me not to eat sugar

'cause it rots your teeth and causes diabetes,

and there she is shoveling it down her.

Good grief.

[ Laughs ]

That's very good. Mm.

You don't know what you're talking about, Sybilla,

because bacon jam -- right? --

is a jam!

SYBILLA: It's not a jam! It's a relish!

-What?! -Time-out, ladies.

-Take a breath. -Sorry.

-Calmness. -Yeah, yeah.

-Deep breaths. -Okay.

Remember what we learned in our sessions.

[ Gasps ]

Go away.

Just...

Oh.

How did you manage to calm them down?

Are you some sort of lady whisperer?

[ Laughs ] No, it's -- it's my job.

I'm a therapist.

Sometimes you just have to help people see the bigger picture.

Mm.

Believe me, that argument is about a lot more than jam.

AGATHA: I am so sorry about your wife.

That must've been...

Honey.

I adore you.

Let's make love for all eternity.

Who's the meanest of the mean judges?

Sir Charles.

Say my name. Say my name.

Blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah.

SYBILLA: Meow!

Meow!

Meow!

Is this really happening?

[ Woman screams ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Gasping ]

-Dr. Stevens! -Dr. Stevens.

[ Clangs ]

BILL: Maybe Dr. Stevens was hallucinating

like the other judges, and that's why she jumped.

This is dreadful.

Why are they all hallucinating?

Maybe the jams were spiked.

And Dr. Stevens had a double dose of whatever it was.

Well, we saw her wolfing down the jams, didn't we, Agatha?

It would take a psychedelic drug

to cause hallucinations like that.

-Like LSD? -Like LSD?

-Not that I've ever taken LSD. -Not that I've ever taken LSD.

-Agatha? -Wait, wait.

I need to make a confession.

This year, I went rogue with my ingredients.

Oh, quick, someone -- Google

"Can too much caster sugar make you think you can fly?"

ROY: Put your phones away.

I don't think caster sugar's a psychedelic.

I wouldn't arrest yourself just yet.

Although, technically, as a jam-maker, you are a suspect.

Denzel Wilkes is an innocent man.

I don't think whoever did this expected Dr. Stevens

or any of the other judges to die.

Feels like a prank gone wrong.

We need to interview the jam-makers.

Yes, indeed, we do.

We need to interview allthe jam-makers.

But interview them about a murder, not just a prank.

Hey.

-Hey. -You were right.

About the date.

Life's too short not to make time for each other.

Let's cancel whatever's in our diaries

and do something special tomorrow night.

Aww.

So you can be romantic.

Ah.

So, event run's from 9:00 to 10:00

with possible extension to 10:30,

if we're really enjoying ourselves.

Boom.

[ Knock on door ]

-Oh. Hello. Do come in. -Hi.

I have an awful feeling that while I was

under the influence of whatever that was,

I may have called you "honey."

I apologize.

Do you also want to apologize

for wanting to make love to me for all eternity?

Don't worry, James. I know you didn't mean it.

Besides, I don't think I've got enough energy

to make love to anyone for all eternity, let alone you.

Thank God.

So, what was this...

talk you wanted to have with me?

Oh. Yes. Um...

I --

-[ Cellphone chimes ] -Oh.

[ Sighs ]

Bye-bye, James.

Bye.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Knock on door ]

Oh, for goodness sake, just spit it out and stop dithering.

Mrs. Raisin, they've suspended me from duty.

Cast me out because I'm a suspect

in a jam-land murder inquiry.

A hero brought down by his passions.

Well, if it's sympathy you're after,

I prefer to dispense it during office hours.

This is an emergency!

I want to hire you to clear the name of Denzel Wilkes.

Specifically, the Denzel Wilkes

who's the Cotswold detective chief inspector

and award-winning jam-maker -- me.

SARAH: So, Wilkes is a client?

Yes.

We don't think Wilkes is guilty of anything, do we?

Apart from being absolutely horrific at his job.

No.

But I'm happy for him to think he is

and appears to investigate.

There's definitely something very suspicious

about Dr. Stevens' death.

There is absolutely no way

she could've scaled that scaffolding unaided,

especially if she was high on drugs or --

or whatever as the other judges.

And don't think you two are gonna get out of this.

I need all hands on deck.

Now, first things first.

Did Dr. Stevens have any enemies?

Enemies? No.

Legions of terrified patients? Yes.

Stabber Stevens gave me all my injections when I was 4.

-I've still got the scars. -Oof.

Stabber once gave me a prostate exam.

Couldn't walk for a week.

I've, uh, changed my look now that I'm a private detective.

-Too much? -Yes.

Clients don't usually attend case...

conferences.

Oh, you won't even know I'm here.

Yeah. Jammie Dodger, anyone?

Oh, I don't know what was in that jam,

but I've still got the munchies.

Yeah, me too.

AGATHA: What is this, the Teddy Bears picnic?

Come on! Can we just have a little

focus on the case, please, gentlemen?

Thank you very much.

The fact that Dr. Stevens was a little heavy-handed

does not constitute a murder motive.

Could it be something to do with her

agreeing to be a judge for the Jellop's Jam-Off?

Honestly, why was Dr. Stevens even a judge?

She was always telling off her patients

for eating sweet things.

Yes, but she was in charge of the sugar-free jam category.

Now, I know what you're all thinking.

Sugar-free jam ain't jam.

And yet again, Jellop's make themselves unpopular by

allowing it into the Jam-Off.

Jellop's always been pretty unpopular.

Really? Oh.

From what I heard, Chloe Jellop had built the business

into something of a rather cool little boutique company.

Yes, but the new boss, Sybilla Triast-Perkins,

she's ruffled a few feathers locally.

There was an article in Evesham Times

objecting to her putting the winning jam into production.

Said it was glamorizing unhealthy eating.

I saw that.

So, the winning jam could've made someone a lot of money.

Not someone. Me.

Whoa. It looks like Doc Stevens might have been suffering

a serious case of divided loyalties.

This article was written anonymously

by a Carsley health professional.

The only health professional in Carsley is the good doctor.

-Dead doctor. -Mm.

-Where's Harry? -Can't be hear.

He's, uh -- He's on a run.

Oh.

Hey, guys. Sorry.

I just -- I problem-solve best when I'm moving.

Okay.

So, we have a possible motive

for the possible murder of Dr. Stevens,

in that it could be any one of the jam-makers.

Uh, pro tip -- we call them jamsters.

I'm not calling them that.

Suspect number one -- horny goat weed and beetroot,

a.k.a. Gilda Brenson.

DENZEL: No, it's definitely not Gilda.

Gilda's a plastic jamster -- someone that fakes an interest

in jam-making just to look cool.

Cool. Jam-making's cool.

Well, who knew? What a world.

No, you're number-one suspect is bacon jam,

a.k.a. Mad Maggie Tubby.

Yeah, nothing would give her greater pleasure

than the destruction of Denzel.

And murdering Dr. Stevens would achieve that how?

Mm. If Maggie could pin the rap on me, it would.

Does Maggie need the prize money?

Well, she owns the family pig farm

with her much calmer sister, soothing lavender conserve.

Petra, to her many friends.

Okay.

And then, there is the handsome widower, the...

therapist, George... something.

George...

George Selby I think he said his name was.

Yes, anyway, he said that, uh, Maggie and Sybilla

had this ongoing feud,

so it might be worth going to talk to Maggie.

Roy and James?

Maybe I'll tag along. As an observer.

Or at least a pipe.

-Come on. -Guys!

HARRY: Anything odd about Reverend Charles

being the only one of the judges not affected by tasting the jam?

Oh! Very good. Gold star.

Top of the class.

SARAH: I can interview the Chances.

If Reverend and Mrs. Perfect have done something wrong,

I'd love to be the first to know.

Do I detect a note of jealousy there?

We mustn't let our feelings and emotions

get in the way of our work and job, Sarah.

Really. Now, youshould go and talk to the Chances.

They live in a big house on the outskirts of Carsley.

Well, I'll go and see the Chances, too.

Oh, this is Harry's lead. He should follow it up.

Besides, the people of Carsley are depending on you

to find their...

cats and dogs.

Right. Now, what do we -- what do we know about Gilda?

HARRY: So, according to social media, she is a wellness coach

specializing in the natural healing properties

of organic jams.

Oh, a yoga instructor.

Very good.

Well, we need to get up close and personal to Gilda,

so maybe, Sarah, you could try one of her yoga classes.

-Okay. -I can do yoga.

Okay, I can't do yoga, but...

I think we all know that I'm the one

who has the best chance of getting Gilda to open up.

Right. I'm gonna talk to Gorgeous Selby --

George S. Selby. Gorgeous George.

Just George.

Come on, then -- spill.

What's this big chat you want to have with Agie?

Ooh, I love workplace gossip.

You can tell Denzel.

No, no, I definitely can't.

But I can't tell you, either -- not until I've told her.

That would be indiscreet.

Straight men are so boring.

Mm.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Maggie Tubby's famous jam lab.

I've always wanted a butchers.

Sweet little setup you got here, Mags.

Shame about your jams. [ Chuckles ]

Beat it.

Or I'll ruin those good looks with acid.

I don't believe that's acid.

Isn't it?

Ooh!

Just want to ask you some questions.

Yeah. What exactly are the ingredients in your jam?

Ha!

You think I'm telling you that in front of Weasel Wilkes

so he can steal my secret formula?

Secret formula?

The only thing you got a secret formula for

is being as mad as a bag of snakes!

Snakes? Want a bit? Eh? Eh? Eh?

Eh? Try it!

Maggie Tubby in her mad scientist lab.

Surely, she's our poisoner.

-What did I tell you? -Hang on a minute!

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

Mr. Selby.

I'd much rather you call me George.

Oh, well, in that case, George,

let me pour you a large glass of wine, then.

[ Both chuckle ]

Right.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Sorry, sorry, but, uh, I just -- I can't do this.

What?

That awful business yesterday

and the anniversary of Chloe's...

Mm.

I'm just, um -- I'm very raw, easily triggered at the moment.

[ Sighs ]

I know this isn't the case, but I have to admit,

when you suggested we meet --

this is very unprofessional of me --

but somehow it felt like a date.

[ Gasps ] Oh, oh.

What a ghastly thought.

No, no, no. No, not ghastly at all.

The opposite, in fact. It's just...

Is just too what?

-It's just... -What?

Sorry. Uh, I'm a mess.

Oh, no.

Sorry, it's me -- I'm a mess.

Maggie wants to apologize to you.

-That's better. -Not you.

-No. -Okay.

'Course not.

Wilkes has always been in love with me.

Can't imagine Wilkes being in love with anyone.

Years ago, we used to run with the same crowd

of young jam-makers.

We were wild.

But we were happy.

Sorry I threatened to throw acid over you guys.

[ Chuckles ]

JAMES: What's going on with you, Maggie?

Bullying Gilda Brenson,

threatening Sybilla, not to mention us.

Look, somebody put something nasty in that jam.

And this laboratory looks to me like

the perfect place to have cooked it up.

Well, it is.

I could've poisoned the lot of them if I felt like it.

Oh, but you didn't feel like it, did you?

-No. -And you never would.

No, Maggie's really stressed.

She wasn't always a pig farmer.

No.

Until Sybilla fired me,

I was a very happy food scientist at Jellop's.

-Hence the lab. -Yes.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

And Gilda Brenson asked me to give a jam master class

at one of her wellness days, and I...

had a really bad experience.

-[ Chuckles ] -Shh!

How are your finances after losing your job?

That prize money would've come in handy.

Well, I'm fine for money, thanks to the farm.

And I wouldn't have wanted my jam to go into production.

I supported the campaign against that happening!

When Sybilla took over as MD after Chloe died,

the company was never the same.

Chloe was 100% Jellop's.

If you cut her, she would bleed jam.

Sybilla's not a jamster. She's a businesswoman.

Chloe would never have tried to make big profits

out of an amateur competition

or rebrand it as something as tacky as the Jam Off.

[ Both laugh ]

I don't know which fool they paid to come up with that,

but if I ever met him, I'd throw real acid in their face.

What an idiot.

Sybilla is the one that's stirring up

all this bad feeling.

It's her you people should be investigating!

I have to admit, I'm more than a little distracted by you.

[ Chuckles ]

I find you extremely attractive.

In a sort of no-strings, little bit of fun kind of way.

[ Chuckles ]

Shall we rewind and start again?

-Yeah. -Strictly professional.

I would like to ask you some questions, Mr. Selby.

Of course, Ms. Raisin.

There's one suspect who is on everyone's lips at the moment,

and that is Maggie Tubby.

But I'm not entirely convinced,

because you told me that her argument was not about jam.

What was it about?

Is she a...client of yours?

She was, so I can't answer that.

-Oh. -Sorry.

But I will say this.

Maggie has anger issues around jam,

but is she capable of murder?

No.

I'll tell you who I think you should be investigating,

who was always at war with Dr. Stevens,

who at one point threatened her in the vilest language.

Who? Who?

Gilda Brenson.

-Gilda Brenson. -Mm-hmm.

Their feud was nothing to do with jam.

Gilda -- Yeah, Gilda fancies herself as a wellness guru,

the Gwyneth Paltrow of the Cotswold, she thinks.

Oh, quite the claim.

Yeah, Dr. Stevens hated the way Gilda persuaded patients of hers

to reject medication and try her new-age nonsense instead,

and as a therapist, I feel the same.

She is dangerous, not to be trusted.

Trust me. Cheers.

Well, I do trust you.

[ Clink ]

Good.

Oh. Harry.

HARRY: Hey.

I happened to be in the area, and I thought I'd pop in and ask

Reverend and Mrs. Chance a few questions.

That's funny. I...

was just about to ask them some questions myself.

Well, of course. We're so in awe of Sarah,

managing to run a parish and help out a famous detective

like Agatha Raisin.

Arthur and I find looking after

our own little flock a full-time job.

I look after my little flock.

But maybe not as full-time

as you look after your little flock.

So, Reverend, do you mind if I ask which one of the jams

you tasted?

-Um, none of them. -Oh.

Actually, I'm more an honorary judge, to be honest.

Apart from the asthma, I have severe allergies,

and I can't run the risk of a reaction.

Which is very hard for Arthur because he's a jam fanatic.

It's one of the major reasons that I chose this parish,

but luckily, Maggie Tubby does make me

some rather delicious anti-allergic jam treats, so --

so I can't complain.

Oh, dear Sybilla.

She visits her cousin Chloe's grave every day.

So loyal. And so brave.

Especially after all the gossip.

Um, awful.

And what kind of gossip is that, Patricia?

Thanks to lovely, helpful Mrs. Chance

telling us about a thread CarsleyCapers.com.

According to about 27 posts

by someone calling themselves @CotswoldJamFiend...

What? What?!

Sybilla's shagging George Selby.

See? We told you not to go there.

And I haven't.

I think it's highly unlikely that George is shagging anyone.

I happen to know he's very raw at the moment.

Not in the place to have a shag --

I mean, a...relationship.

Anyway!

I fail to see how this fanciful relationship

between George and Sybilla has any pertinence

to the murder of Dr. Stevens.

ROY: Who knows?

Maggie and Petra Tubby did say we should speak to Sybilla.

Trying to put us off her scent. Typical Tubby trick.

Dr. Stevens did write that disparaging article

about Sybilla and Jellop's.

So...

I should probably go and talk to Sybilla.

Good idea.

Whoa!

DENZEL: Mrs. Raisin!

I see you found one.

Wilkes and Raisin, the dream team, together at last.

Raisin and Wilkes?

Mrs. Triast-Perkins, I'm --

I know who you are, Mrs. Raisin. Georgie told me all about you.

Oh. What did Georgie say?

GEORGE: Darling?

Who's at the door?

Agatha. Hi.

I was, um...just leaving.

And knee behind ankle. Good.

And then we're gonna go up into warrior pose.

Yep.

And round into side angle.

Oh, hello.

Come for more of your tasty jam.

That batch is all gone.

No, no, I'm joking. I'm here for the yoga.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Great!

Uh, well, I'll get you some kit you can move and stretch in.

Oh. I'm sure I can move and stretch in these.

Uh...[ Laughs ]

Oh.

[ Agatha sighs ]

Didn't exactly look like he was just leaving.

SYBILLA: Oh, he's always popping in and out.

Practically lives here.

Can we get on?

I know what you're going to ask me.

You're going to ask me if I have anything against Dr. Stevens.

Because of the articles she wrote.

She's good.

That article didn't bother me at all.

I've had a very successful career in business.

I'm more Marmite than jam.

I'll live with it.

Well, someone's spreading salacious gossip

about you online.

I just wondered if it might be the same person

who spiked the jam that you, Dr. Stevens, and the others

tasted with seemingly psychedelic drugs.

SYBILLA: Maggie Tubby.

She's CotswoldJamFiend, no doubt about it.

Well, I never knew Dr. Stevens,

so I don't know what Maggie would have against her.

But Maggie hates me, and she's obsessed with George.

Got a pathetic crush on him

like every sad, old spinster around here.

-Sad, old spinster. -Shh!

Little harsh? Not every old spinster is sad.

Some mature ladies of a...

certain age may find they have

a genuine emotional connection to him.

I'd imagine.

Why did you fire Maggie from Jellop's?

She's a maverick.

Our customers are a traditional lot.

You have to go slowly.

Maggie refused to do that.

Always pushing crazy new flavors.

I mean, bacon jam? Seriously?

Maybe I could work for Jellop's. Are you still hiring?

SYBILLA: Shall I tell you a secret?

-Oh, yeah. -I hate jam.

Wouldn't have it in the house.

-You hate jam? -Mm-hmm.

She's a monster.

I had a job I loved, but after Chloe died,

I felt I owed it to her to carry on her legacy.

Now all this abuse is my reward.

I've got things to do.

Any more questions about Dr. Stevens?

AGATHA: Yes.

Are you having an affair with George Selby?

That's not a question about Dr. Stevens.

She's got a point.

Are you?

No.

Yes. Good.

Excellent. Brilliant.

This is music to my ears.

I hate gossip, don't you?

Come on.

GILDA: And lord of the dance.

-Hi. -Uh, just relax, ladies.

Hi. Yes, thank you. Over there, please.

Thank you.

And when he's ready.

Okay. And lord of the dance.

And exhale.

-[ Thud, groans ] -Uh, yeah, ladies,

just go into your vinyasa.

Let's start with some one-on-one tuition.

Starting with Adho Mukha Shvanasana.

-I'm sorry? -The downward dog.

Down you go, doggie.

Ohh!

Ohh! I see. Just like a dog.

Ohh!

[ Groans ]

So, uh...

this yoga, is this -- is it profitable?

Or would a cash injection from winning the Jam-Off

have been very welcome?

[ Groans ]

Virabhadrasna 2.

Oh, aah!

Warrior pose.

Ow.

Can I be absolutely honest with you?

I hate yoga.

I just wanted to see you again.

Oh, that's nice.

'Cause I thought you were a private detective

trying to ask me some sneaky questions.

CHARLES: Ohh!

Ooh, a lot of tension in that pelvis.

We need to work at releasing that.

Oh, that sounds good.

How did you get on with Dr. Stevens?

Sleeping pigeon.

CHARLES: [ Groans ] Don't feel very sleepy.

Ever followed the Inca Trail?

No. No.

But I've, uh, taken a stroll down the Cotswold Way.

In the words of Emperor Pachacutec,

"He who envies the good draws evil from them for himself,

like the spider draws poison from flowers."

[ Charles groans ]

Aah!

Very good. Very wise emperor.

Can I stop doing yoga now, please?

Ohh!

Dr. Stevens was a jealous spirit,

closed to the magical possibilities of the universe.

I have no idea who was responsible for her death,

but she brought it on herself through her own cosmic actions.

You need opening up emotionally.

You should come on a wellness day.

I'm enjoying Wilkes not being around.

Even if it means a load more work for me and...

not being around for you.

Oh, wow.

Don't worry. I'm used to being second-best at the moment.

Bill, this is a date. Can we -- No more shop talk.

Yes, you're absolutely right.

Let's forget about work and spend the whole evening

focusing on each other.

[ Glasses clink ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Uh...

Bill, just answer it.

I'm so sorry.

[ Ringing ]

BILL: Hello?

Yeah.

When?

Okay. Now?

Yeah, okay.

Right.

So, lab reports confirm Dr. Stevens

had a psychedelic in her system.

They need me back at the station.

Oh.

Well, you should probably go, then.

What about your date?

I'll get my people to call your people.

Sorry.

I don't believe in hiding feelings.

I know we have...

chemistry, but right now, any kind of sexual involvement

would be emotionally very dangerous for me.

Absolutely. I get it.

It would probably be very dangerous for me, too.

[ Moaning ]

[ Grunting ]

Okay. You finish getting naked.

-Yeah. -I'll get the champagne.

Okay. Right behind you.

Ooh, a glass of champagne will be just the job, thanks.

Broke a boiler at Barfield,

so I decided to come over for a post-yoga soak.

Stiff as a board.

I'm going to go.

[ Door opens, closes ]

So, I bought some jam tarts for the case conference.

I thought they might provide a bit of inspiration.

Ooh! Brain food. Gold star for you, Toni.

Mm.

I love a jam tart.

Which reminds me, Agatha,

I'm sorry for ruining your evening with Gorgeous George.

-Did you find much out? -Well, I didn't really have

-a great deal of time to, did I? -[ Cellphone chimes ]

Anyway, I think everyone's far more interested

in whether you managed to open up Gorgeous Gilda.

ROY: I'm not sure I am.

In my opinion, if Charles did ruin your evening with George,

then the only way forward is to schedule another one.

Are you still high?

AGATHA: You're perplexing me.

Please go back to being the judgey James

that we all know and...

Tell me, did you find out anything from Gorgeous Gilda?

I didn't find much out.

She swore she had nothing to do with Stevens' death,

and then wanged on about cosmic Incas.

She knows no one takes her seriously,

but she stands by her jam.

She also said I should go on something called a wellness day.

ROY: Wait.

Maggie Tubby said she went on Gilda's wellness day

and had a really bad experience.

Apparently, that's why she hates her.

Sybilla is 100% convinced that the poisoner is Maggie.

Although Gilda is also a suspect.

We need to talk to both of them.

Could you two go and talk to Maggie?

Yeah.

Slow down, Usain Bolt. We're driving.

Agatha, I can't help thinking that this...

thing with George is slightly clouding your judgment.

Mm. You're a fine one to talk.

What about this thing with Gilda clouding yours?

Yes, but I'm Charles Fraith,

feckless playboy and amateur detective.

You're the professional with the golden haunches --

hunches -- that we depend on.

Yes, I am, and I also have a golden hunch

that you should talk to Gilda.

Book yourself into one of her wellness days.

There's definitely something dubious going on there.

Well, hang on. I mean, shouldn't we find out

exactly how bad a really bad experience is first?

I don't imagine it's life-threatening.

[ Chuckles ]

You can go with him, James.

Moral support. Keep an eye on him.

-Hey. -Hi.

-You look great. -Thank you.

Ooh, yes.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Swine.

GEORGE: It was a year ago.

I was driving us home from the Fruit Preserve Festival.

We'd all -- me, Chloe, and Sybilla --

we'd had such a great day.

And suddenly, there was a car on the wrong side of the road,

coming right at us, and...

I swerved to avoid it.

[ Sighs ]

Chloe died instantly.

So did the driver of the other car.

It was -- it was an accident.

Sorry. I still find it hard to talk about.

Sybilla, are you all right, my dear?

Chloe, she was such a special --

It's not -- It's not that.

Tell me.

Whatever your burden, you don't have to carry it alone.

What? I'm not CotswoldJamFiend!

I don't have to hide behind some stupid profile name

to dish my dirt.

Oof. I've noticed.

Although, whoever it is, they are on to something.

Sybilla always wanted to get her claws into George.

Look, we're not interested in gossip.

We're trying to establish who killed Dr. Stevens

and who spiked those jams.

Sybilla was a victim.

She's one of the few people

we pretty much know who didn't do it.

Oh. Really?

She could've spiked those jams, pretended to taste them,

and then faked that whole...

Hello Kitty act she came up with.

I doubt it.

Look, I don't necessarily doubt it.

It's a possibility, yes,

but until we get some hard evidence

that links Sybilla to Dr. Stevens' death,

she's not a person of interest in this investigation.

[ Scoffs ]

Something you might find interesting.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

GEORGE: Sorry. Just take this.

Ah.

Sorry, I have a client. I forgot.

Oh. Duty calls.

[ Chuckles ]

Off you go. Not a problem.

Thanks for being so understanding.

Oh, I'm not usually.

[ Both chuckle ]

I don't quite know what's got into me.

[ Laughs ]

See you soon.

[ Sighs ]

I just can't find the right moment to tell her.

Every time I get her on her own, somebody else will come in or...

I know it's really hard, but you're gonna have to tell

Agatha before she hears it from somebody else.

What if the somebody else she heard it from was you?

Yeah, I'll tell her.

Agatha's bark is worse than her bite.

Yeah.

Yeah, come on through. There you go.

Thank you.

Inspector.

Sergeant.

Lovely creeper.

How's your investigation going?

Fine, thank you. How's yourinvestigation going?

Oh, perfect, yeah.

No more boring red tape or police regulations.

I'm going rogue again.

Elvaston Healthcare -- big pharmaceutical company.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Oh! Yes, I'm aware of that.

But were you aware that Sybilla Triast-Perkins

was their CEO before she went to Jellop's?

Yeah. Were you aware of that?

Yeah, that's some free intel from my investigation to yours.

Oh, no, I should've kept that intel for my investigation.

Well, that's annoying.

[ Ring tone plays ]

Hello?

TONI: Agatha?

CotswoldJamFiend just posted a video on Carsley Capers.

That is definitely Dr. Stevens.

Talking to Sybilla, who told me that she didn't even know her.

Right, that's it. I'm gonna go to her house now.

Come on! Stay with it!

Come on, Sybilla, come on!

-Yeah, I need an ambulance. -Come on, Sybilla.

Come on! Come on!

Please, she's...

[ Clears throat ]

Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.

This is Mrs. Agatha Raisin,

esteemed private investigator and collaborator

with Detective Sergeant Wong.

I'm sure he'd want you to let her through.

Thank you, Inspector.

Credit where credit's due.

Yeah, I was just testing you, lads.

And you passed.

Good police work, yeah.

I'm sorry. I know you must still be in shock,

but I have to ask you a few questions

about how Sybilla died.

[ Sighs ]

It was a terrible accident. It...

She's just lying there in the garden,

bees buzzing all around her.

Well, she's always been allergic to them.

I found her EpiPen, but...

How did you get into the house?

I have my own keys.

And what made you come here this afternoon?

I got a text from Sybilla.

I was worried, so I came here.

Agatha, I...

I think having another death linked to Jellop's Jams

has been hard for her.

You sure it was just the association to Jellop's?

Because a video's just been posted online of Sybilla

and the doctor fighting just a few days

before the Jam-Off.

Oh. I didn't know about that.

Any idea what they could've been arguing about?

Dr. Stevens anonymously wrote that newspaper article

that was critical of Jellop's

while still agreeing to be a judge at the Jam-Off.

W-What, you think Sybilla killed Dr. Stevens,

and over a newspaper article?

Sybilla is -- was a high-power businesswoman.

She wouldn't have given the article a second thought.

Okay. Well, we're gonna take you back to the station

to make a statement.

Agatha.

George.

We...need to stop this.

You need to grieve, and I -- I have a case to crack.

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