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♪ And so you're back ♪

♪ From outer space ♪

♪ I just walked in
to find you here ♪

♪ With that sad look
upon your face ♪

♪ I should have changed
that stupid lock ♪

♪ I should have made you leave
your key ♪

♪ If I'd known
for just one second ♪

♪ You'd be back to bother me ♪

♪ Go on, now, go ♪

♪ Walk out the door ♪

♪ Just turn around now ♪

♪ 'Cause you're not welcome
anymore ♪

♪ Weren't you the one who tried
to hurt me with goodbye? ♪

♪ Do you think I'd crumble? ♪

♪ Do you think I'd lay down
and die? ♪

♪ Oh, no, not I ♪

♪ I will survive ♪

♪ Oh, as long as I know how
to love... ♪

Aah!

What's going on?
What's the holdup?

Okay, stop! Stop!

Thank you.

So, do we have to
call you Sarge now?

- Bill's just fine, thank you.
- Yeah.

Cheers.

A double celebration,
seeing as you and Toni

have been playing tonsil tag.

We have not.

It was... nothing.

How's Agatha?

Fine.
Absolutely fine.

Ugh! Oh, come on!

What is your problem...
Gridlock?!

We are in the middle of nowhere!
Don't tell me.

There's a little hedgehog
crossing the road, is there?

God's sake!

Some of us do have lives
to lead.

Saw it off.

Out of the car, please, madam.

Out of the car, please.

Now.

Are you and Toni a thing

or... is there some sort
of tactical retreat going on?

Hmm?

- You like her, right?
- Of course I do.

So what's stopping you?

Well, it's...
It's because you lot walked in,

- and I've not seen her since.
- Hello.

I don't know how she felt
about the...

Charles?

- Who are we hiding from?
- Sarah.

She's...

She's helping to organize
this... thing.

She's like a woman obsessed.

Jez can't get back soon enough.

Well, he's back this week.

Is he?
Oh, at last!

I mean, what kind of man
leaves his wife

on her own for so long, hmm?

I mean, all that untapped,
repressed energy

has to go somewhere,
and at the moment,

it's going towards making me
man the...

Tombola?

- You said you'd do it.
- Sarah.

Yes, I said I might.

Bill's been promoted!

Oh, that's great news!

- Congratulations!
- Thank you.

Yes, we have to call him Sarge
now and do everything he says.

Oh, well, in that case,
can you tell Charles

that he has to muck in
at the fair, please?

Sarah, I would love to help,
you know, but, um...

all that turning of the, uh...

Plays havoc with my RSI.

Well, our tombola
doesn't have a handle,

so there's nothing to turn.

It's just a large container
that you reach into,

feel around the wood shavings,
and find a present.

Ah.
Well, there you are, you see?

Wood shavings.

I'm allergic.

Roy, is that you?

I know.
I look like I've been dug up.

- Are you okay?
- SAD.

Oh, you heard, then.

Still, very good of you
to jump on the first plane.

No, SAD... S-A-D.
Seasonal affective disorder.

It's like ice out there.
I had to leave.

It was playing havoc
with my skin.

Why?
What's up with you lot?

Oh, James and Agatha
have split again.

Of course they have.
It's a day with a "Y" in it.

No, really. We think
it's for good this time.

Nail. Coffin. Hammered.

Mm, yeah.

Always about Agatha, isn't it?
Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

When did they start doing three-
point turns in country lanes?

Here we are, Mrs. Raisin.

Dangerous driving.

Dangerous what?
I wasn't even driving.

You were leaning out
of your vehicle,

engine on,
hands off the steering wheel,

and, consequently,
not in control of your vehicle.

I was merely trying to ascertain
what the problem was, Officer.

Which is
what you should be doing.

Back in your car, please.

You, back in your box, buster,

or you shall be hearing
from my lawyers.

Are you threatening me?

Because if you want to add
threatening behavior

towards an officer of the law,
please go right ahead.

See you soon, Mrs. Raisin.

Preferably over your dead body.

Oh, get over yourselves.

Oh, I might have known.

Aggie!

Aggie!

Aggie!

Aggie!
It's me!

Oh. God.

God. For a minute there,
I thought you hadn't seen me.

Driving lessons going well,
then, are they?

Ohh.
Stop frowning.

You'll make those
weird eyebrow folds worse.

Uh, eyes, road, please!

Listen, don't you start
giving me tips.

I'm an excellent driver,
I shall have you know.

- Is that right?
- Yes, that is right.

Could teach you a thing or two,
Miss 63-point turn.

Beech is known
for being relentless,

and he'll stop at nothing
to maximize his results.

Well, I don't care.

You can tell him that he has met
his match from me.

Careful, Agatha.
He loves taking people to court.

He gets some weird kick
out of it.

- Cocktail time!
- Did somebody say "cock"?

- Tails.
- That's a shame.

Ooh, if it isn't
my little jet-lagged sad sack

back from the dead.
Catch.

Definitely don't need
any more sad.

Absolutely not.
James Schmames.

Forget him.

Don't let him be some sort
of love terrorist

who takes your heart hostage
whenever he wants.

Look, it's gonna suck a lot,
then it'll suck a bit,

and then it'll suck
a little less,

and then it won't suck at all.

Sounds like quite a lot
of sucking, though.

The sisterhood
is really powerful.

Mention of the sisterhood
is never a good sign.

So get that down your neck
and move on.

I'll drink to that.

- And to promotion.
- Thank you.

And talking of getting things
down your neck...

Right. Spill them beans.
What's going on?

No way!

I thought we were going out.

Ye... Yes, we are.

Come on. Like, come on.
Let's party.

Oh, the Winter Parva Fair.

There's a hog roast
and everything.

Count me out. I can't do
a hog roast because I am vegan.

Well, no wonder you're all sad.

I know what you're like
when you've not had any meat.

Cheap.

Three, two, one!

Oh, what a shot!
Well done!

Well done, dear.

Oh, roll up, roll up,
ladies and gentlemen!

Who's next
for Ye Olde Slop-a-Cop?

It's all for charity!

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls!

Well done, dear.

Oh, roll up, roll up,
ladies and gentlemen!

Who's next
for Ye Olde Slop-a-Copper?!

Whatever you do,
do not make the first move.

I won't.

I'm playing hard to get.

Pretending like
nothing happened.

That's my girl.

Roy, is this all
really necessary?

I do feel very weak, Aggie,

and you did insist
on me being here tonight.

I mean, it's hardly
Fifth Avenue, is it?

Oh!
Toni, you should have brought

some of those little cakes
you bake.

Uh, no, not a good idea.

Roy?

- Roy, you okay?
- Ugh! What is that smell?

Gourmet sausage stand.

Yes. We're vegan now.
Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I think I've just
spotted something

that looks far more interesting.

That is right up my boulevard.

Uh!

Roll up, roll up!

Roll up, ladies and gentlemen!

Shouldn't you be over there,
Bill?

Eh, no rush.

P.C. Tulloch's got it in hand.

Listen, I've been thinking.

I've been thinking strategy.

Okay.

I think you should play
hard to get.

Always works.

Whatever you do,
don't make the first move.

I think Slop-a-Cop is that way,
Toni.

Toni?
Toni?!

Oh!

Tycjan, Cezary,
spit roast... now.

On it, Mrs. Richards.

And can we speak
only English tonight, please?

Of course, Mrs. Richards.

Thank you.

Great turnout for you.

Ah, so far, so good.

Thank you so much
for all your help.

Bunchie and I couldn't have done
all this without you.

- Don't be silly.
- I'd be the first to tell Jez

what a godsend you've been.

I can't wait to see him.

Oh, believe me, nor can I.

Quite right.
You're a star, Sarah.

- Hello, Bunchie.
- Yeah, you bet.

Oh, hi, there. Welcome.
Come on in. Enjoy.

It's all for sale,
except the wife.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

Bill.

- Mm... mnh-mnh.
- Well, come on, everyone!

Photo booth!

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Roy.
Roy, look.

I think I've just spotted
something

that's gonna make you
feel a whole lot better.

Oh, yeah.
Check out the hunks!

Wow.

Toni, take me to the meat.

Oh!

Hang on a minute.

That's not a pig.

That's a human torso!

Oh! No!

Madam, I'll let you
know as soon as you can go.

I'll look forward to that,

though you did tell me that
an hour ago, mm?

Well...

they promise they are
gonna let us go very soon.

But think!

Who wanted him roasting,
and why is he missing his head?

- Could be a she.
- Yes, it could be.

A hairy breastless woman
from a circus.

Look, Aggie, I'm really
not feeling very well,

and it's been a very long night.

So, we're investigating
even though no one's

actually hired us?

That's never stopped me before,
has it?

Anyway, it'll take my mind
off of other irritating,

pathetically small
piddling little things!

Fair enough.

James.

I mean, it's all a bit public,
isn't it?

No one was actually gonna cook

and eat a human torso,
were they?

I wouldn't be so sure
'round here.

What was that thing you ate
at the Summer Ball, Charles?

Ah, lamb's brains
with cumin and hummus.

You see,
I think it was a statement.

Of warning.

All right, all right.

They can all go home
as soon as I say so.

Not one second before.
Understand?

Understood, Chief.
Sandwich.

Anything from the statements?

"Statements."

Oh, I know you're keen,
D.S. Wong,

first case as sergeant
and all that,

but I think we need to ascertain
the identity of the victim

before we look
into his financial situation.

I meant from all the witness
statements we've been taking.

Oh, yeah.
Very clever.

Oh, you'll be wanting to lead
the investigation next.

Oh, I'd love to...
if you'll let me.

- Be my guest.
- Really?

Yes, but I shall be auditing
your progress, D.S. Wong.

Maybe it will stop you
fraternizing with the natives

for once,
if you know who I mean.

- Of course, sir.
- Ooh, ooh!

And it gives me a chance
to go al fresco.

In deep, melt in with the crowd,
blend in with the fishes.

- You know what I mean?
- Not really, no.

Oh, bacon.
Lovely.

- Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
- Okay, okay.

So, someone needs to check out
that pair of knights.

Ooh!

Quelle surprise.

Charles, can you check out
the organizers...

Sarah's friend and her husband
with that ridiculous name?

- Bunchie.
- Ha.

Yeah, him.

See if maybe the event itself
was targeted.

And, Bill, I need you
to check with police records.

- See if we can find out...
- Actually, Agatha, I can't.

Yeah, yeah. Don't be silly.
If we can find...

I can't because Wilkes has asked
me to lead the investigation.

- Ha!
- Pbht!

Oh, Bill, that's great.
Congrats.

Uh, and he's also asked me
not to talk to you.

Yeah.
Well, he always says that.

Seriously, Bill,
I need you to check...

- No.
- If you can...

I really think it's better
if I don't this time,

and I'd appreciate your support
and cooperation in that.

Bill.
Mm!

Bill, Bill, Bill.

Pigs will fly
before that's going to happen,

and you know as well as I do
that you can't solve murders

without me!

Well...

I can try.

Shh, shh.

Can everyone hear that?

That is the sound...

of a gauntlet being thrown down.

Good one.

Are we going mano a mano,
Sergeant Wong?

It's not a competition, Agatha.
It's a murder investigation.

I'll take that as a yes, then.

Just you give it
your best shot, Billy boy.

Oh, gauntlet, please.

She means the glove.

She does.

Right.
Come on, then.

Let's step to it,
the fruits of glove and...

Yeah.
Well, you know what I mean.

- What are you gonna do, boss?
- Hmm?

I'll think of something.

Driver!

Just walk.

Oh!

You've definitely perked up.

Those animals look
just like pigs.

Can we help?

You need anything?

Sausage.

- Spit roasting.
- Oh, yeah.

Um, well, sorry.

Um, it's a bit of an eye-opener.

Um, the body.
I mean, the hea...

You know, the man
with the pig's head.

Mad, that, isn't it?

Any idea where it might have,
uh, come from?

We just follow orders.

We take from the chillers
as told.

- Why?
- No reason.

It was delivered yesterday
by regular company.

Right.
Well, um...

I think that covers it.

Roy?

Huh?

Anything you want to ask?

Phone number.

In case you remember anything.

In fact, I'll give you my number
if I can find a... a pen.

Oh, yes. There's one there.
Get some paper.

Or I can give you mine.

Or you could write it on me.

Yeah.

Oh, maybe not here.

Mrs. Richards won't like that.

You can write it there.

Just write it on his midriff.
That's normal.

I'm Tycjan.
This is my brother, Cezary.

We are here from Poland.

I'm, um... I'm Toni,
and this is Roy.

Really pleased to meet you.

Let me just get you.
Let's see.

Help you out with that.

Right.
Well, um...

bye, then.

Can I have the pen?

Are you gonna stay
or are you gonna come?

I'm literally coming.

I just don't understand why
anyone would do such a thing.

Nor do I.

Do you, Bunchie?

No, of course not.

Why would I?

Doesn't make sense.

Sorry.
Mr. and Mrs. Richards.

Perhaps we could
interview you now.

Yes.
I think we're finished.

What about that photo booth
outside?

I wonder if...
that caught anything.

Could be worth a try.

Oh, God.
It's just terrible, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know.

What do you mean?

Um... mm... uh...

Charles, did you just move away
from me?

No.
No, no. Of course not.

Why would I do that?

Well, I don't know, but you did.
Why?

Truth?

Always.

Hemorrhoids.

Hemorrhoids?

Oh, that's disgusting!

Yes. Yes.

Oh!

Bingo.

There you are.

My little beauty.

Oh! Right.

Open up this door now,

please, creeping woman!

What do you want?!

May I suggest that we step
inside, out of sight,

seeing as this is not your house
on account of the fact

that you broke in
'round the back?

Mm. Right.

Who are you?
Hmm?

Hair, nails...

Way too high-maintenance
to be a burglar.

Yeah?

What's your game?

What's your name?

- What's your...
- Amy.

Well, then, Amy...

Oh, "Amy" as in "tattoo
on the dead man's torso

- with a pig's head Amy."
- Yeah.

Amy Beech.

Beech?

"Beech" as in "vicious copper
from hell Beech"?

Oh!

That's whose body it was?

Yeah.
Gary Beech, my ex-husband.

I'm so sorry.

Mm.

Although, on the plus side,
it does mean

that I'm off the hook
with the fine,

so, you know,
silver linings and all that.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

We both know what
he was really like.

Where is it?

- It's in my hand.
- Oh, right. Well, give it to me,

and I'll stick it in
before it goes down.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Oh.

We're just looking
for surveillance.

Never heard it called that
before.

Ah, there's
the photo booth camera.

Grab it before it goes down.

So, why not just tell
the police, hmm?

Why hotfoot it down here?

I was scared.

I thought whoever killed Gary
would come after me.

- Why?
- Hmm?

Why would they come after you?

You're just the ex-wife,
after all.

Unless, of course, you were
searching for something.

I wasn't.

I just thought I might find
some clues as...

as to who did this.

Really?

So, you weren't perhaps
searching

for a little something,
found that little something,

and popped that little something
into your pocket, perchance?

You're good, Mrs. Raisin.

I heard reports,
but to see you in action, hmm!

It's impressive.

- You're hired.
- What?

I need to know who killed Gary
and what he was up to.

He was always pleading poverty,

but recently,
he was flashing the cash,

and he has something stashed
in a storage unit.

You in or what?

Oh. Very nice.

No way he could afford this
on a P.C.'s salary.

He always got aggressive

if I questioned him about money.

Don't move.

Wait.

Okay.

Just monitoring your progress,
Sergeant.

Act like I'm not here.

That's easier said.

I thought you were gonna
blend in with the fishes.

Yeah. Well, let me worry
about the fishes.

Scratchings?

No, thank you.

Long shot, I know, but care
to explain, by any chance?

Oh, uh, how I came to discover
the identity of the victim,

where he lives, and presumably
where he was killed?

- Yes.
- No.

But we could charge you...
Sorry.

D.S. Wong could charge you
with breaking and entering.

Oh, could he, now?

Because I wasn't doing
any breaking and entering.

That was Amy over there,
she of the tattoo fame.

And anyway, how come
you didn't know that Beech

had an ex-wife called Amy?

You worked with him.

Well, Gary didn't
exactly socialize.

I didn't even know he had an ex.

Didn't even know he had an ex.

- Oh, dear.
- Well, did you?

Carry on, Sergeant.

Right.
What was she doing in there?

Ask her.

We will.

But maybe we can at least liaise
in the future.

Mano a mano.

What and what?

- Spanish.
- Spanish.

Can I go now?

If you're not gonna tell me
anything useful,

then I suppose you can.

Um, Mrs. Raisin?

We're gonna put you under
24-hour police surveillance.

- On what grounds?
- You're a suspect.

You were heard
by several witnesses

wishing the victim ill.

"Over his dead body,"
you were heard to say,

so we're gonna be watching you.

Capiche?

And that's French.
Mm.

Right.

So, where are we
on the suspects?

23,483 and counting.

That's the combined population
of all the towns Beech policed.

He pretty much nicked everyone.

Oh, right.
Okay.

Well, we might need
to narrow that down a wee bit.

Right. Let's start with...
the ex-wife, Amy.

Clearly had expensive tastes and
liked the finer things in life.

She hired us to investigate.

Well, since when
did that manner?

What about your hunks
from Punkington Hunk?

What did you get from them?
Eh? Eh?

Oh, sorry. You did talk to them,
didn't you?

Of course we talked to them.

What did they say?

Can't be completely sure.

Charles,
what is wrong with them?!

Tell me you at least found out
something from Fiona and Munchie

or whatever his name is.

- Hmm?
- What?

Oh!
Not you as well.

No. Um, I was just thinking
about, um...

I was just thinking about Jez.

- You were thinking about Jez.
- Yeah.

He's definitely coming back,
isn't he?

Jez?
Yes! Yes!

Yes, he's on his way back
from Burma

or, well, the Ganges
or wherever it is he's been.

Charles, what's this got
to do with anything?

It just must be really hard
for her.

Oh, Charles "Shagger" Fraith,
you...

- Not the vicar's wife!
- No!

No, not the vicar's wife,
Agatha.

I just care for her.
That's all.

Do you know what?
You're all useless. All of you.

I'm going to see Amy and
check out Beech's storage unit.

Oh!

Right.
I'm cornered.

Someone else will have to go
instead of me.

I didn't agree
to you two coming.

You did hire Mrs. Raisin.
We work for her.

Please, allow me.

Oh, I'll take that.
Thank you very much.

Must be a couple of grand there.

That'll do nicely.

Maybe we can take this.

Hmm?
Fine by me.

Is that it?

Don't you want to find out
what he was up to?

Oh, that's your job, isn't it?

This is all I'm interested in.

And if you find any more,
you let me know.

Ta-ra!

What's in there?

I don't know.

Oh.

Did you know that Poland is the
ninth-biggest country in Europe?

Uh, no.
No, I didn't.

And I also don't know

how this is going to help us
solve a murder either.

You've got to think
around a subject, Aggie.

Glance to the side
in order to find the center.

Ah, yes.
Like where you were glancing

when you were talking
to the Polish gentlemen.

You do know the police
are outside.

Yes.

Yep.

Okay.
Uh, anyway, I need some help.

Fi's rung.
There's a cake competition.

Only some of the helpers
have pulled out,

so we need extra hands
and cakes.

Oh, my God.
Poland is home

to Europe's largest land mammal,
the bison.

I bloody love bison.

I think you have just found
yourself a willing helper

- for Hollies.
- Hollies?

Glance to the side.

Yeah, I'll do it.

Oh.
Thank you.

Righty-ho.
Off we go.

And you can take Toni's cakes
with you.

Whoa!
No, no, no, no, no.

These aren't, um...
These aren't right.

Nonsense.
We need you there undercover.

You need to be my eyes.
You need to be my ears.

It's perfect,
so just take your tush,

take your cakes,
and just get over there.

Now, tell me, what did you find
in Beech's storage unit?

We found this.

That is full of lots of coded
lists... letters, numbers.

Also, there's a wad
of cash that Amy grabbed.

That's all
she was interested in.

We think maybe
she's in financial trouble.

At last, some progress.
Right.

You get snooping...
and I'll get cracking.

- May I?
- No!

Please.

Take every entrant's name,
give them a number,

and mark the number
on the plate.

Stay on the cake stall
at all times.

Wha...

Mine aren't actually part of the
competition, though, are they?

No, no, no.
They're just for decoration.

And very nice they look, too.

I must say, I'm rather tempted.
I haven't eaten all day.

Honestly, they're nothing
to write home about.

- Oh.
- Sarah.

You're being modest.

Whatever you do, don't eat them.

No chance.
Got to stay trim.

And remember, you're just
window-shopping today.

- How do you mean?
- Uh, hello. You and Bill.

So let me do the talking
with the boys.

Speaking of which, where
are those hot pieces of...

Tycjan.

Nice to see you.

You're looking very, um...
bison-like.

Can I ask you a question?

What is the name of the village
you live in?

- Do you mean Carsely?
- Or Manhattan?

Carsely, yeah.

So good they named it once.

'Cause we didn't know.

- But I was wond...
- Tycjan, I need you out back.

All right.

Now.

Got to go.

They are great cakes, Toni!
Oh!

Shit!
Sarah!

- Coffee?
- Uh-huh.

- Sleepyhead.
- Thank you.

They're awfully good.

Would you like a cake?
Would you like a cake?

Psst!
Psst!

Make sure it's locked.
And don't tell anyone the code.

I wasn't planning on it.

We need to keep everyone away
from the chillers,

especially you know who.

- Yes. I am aware of that.
- All right.

- All right. All right.
- All right.

So, what have we got?

Nothing.
That's what we've got.

Sarah's handing out my cakes,

and there's something odd
going on in the chillers.

Never mind the cakes.

What is going on
with the chillers?

I don't know, do I?

If I knew, I'd say, but I don't,
so I can't, can I?

All right.
Wind your neck in.

Well, seriously.
I can't do everything...

Check the chillers and man
this daft cake competition.

Mark my words... It's all about
to bounce down here.

I've got to go.

Truce?

Look, why don't you
come inside, hmm?

We could work on this case
together.

Two brains are better than one
and all that.

What do you say?

I've got lots of biscuits.

Excellent.

After you.

Mrs. Raisin!

Mrs. Raisin!

Mrs. Raisin?

What's going on?

They're off their cakes
is what's going on.

Hash cakes, to be precise.

I got your message.
How come we missed all the fun?

I warned you,
and nobody listened.

They weren't meant to eat
my cakes.

They're not the worst of it.
Check Bloxby out there.

Sarah!

You okay?

Yes.
I'm absolutely fine.

In fact, you'll never guess.

I have discovered a new color.

It's somewhere in between blue
and green.

I will call it... conté.

Can you see it?

Mmf!

Just exactly how much
has she had?

A lot.

I, uh... I think I might have
overdone it on the hash.

Really?!
You don't say?!

Where are the chillers?

- Next door, but there's a code.
- Oh!

- Sarah saw it, didn't you?
- What?

The numbers Bunchie
typed into that keypad.

Oh, yes.
Yes, of course I did. Yes.

Well, care to share?

Of course.

There was definitely a 7.

Mm-hmm.

It all goes a bit swirly
after that.

Sarah!

Concentrate!

Sorry.
Sorry, sorry.

- Maybe a 1.
- Maybe a 1.

Or was it an umlaut?

No, no.

Sarah.

Hmm?

I want you to imagine
that the baby Jesus

is watching you from above.

7-7-1-9.

Get in!

- Shh!
- Shh!

Sorry.

You know, it really is
a waste of police time

sending officers
to help rescue Wilkes.

A word, please.

Sergeant.

You okay?

Cool.

Why would anyone kill Amy?

Had she worked here long?

A few weeks.
Needed the extra cash.

Can I ask, why didn't you want
anyone going in the chillers?

It's where we keep the champagne
and caviar.

And we've had some thefts
recently.

Although we think we know
who's responsible.

We just can't prove it.

They're definitely
into something.

- It's a tragedy.
- It's a disaster.

It's a nightmare.

I don't want to compete anymore,
so in the spirit of cooperation,

Amy Beech was desperate
for money.

She'd cashed in her pension
and taken out her savings.

But did you know that
she'd whipped all the cash

from her ex-husband's
storage box?

She found the key at his house
and took the lot.

I think we might have a problem.

Yeah. Not now, Toni.

Anything else in this box?

- Well, there was a...
- No. Just the money.

Just the person
I was looking for.

One, there were
hardly any biscuits.

And two, I'm doubling
surveillance on you.

Agatha Raisin.
Don't believe we've met.

Constable Tulloch.

Please. Billy.

A fellow Scot from Dumfries.
Like you, I gather.

Absolutely.
Good man.

So, do you know Maggie?

- Big Maggie or Wee Maggie?
- Oh, Wee Maggie.

- Oh, Margaret.
- Enough with the repartee.

Crime scene, please.

So, we're cooperating, are we?

- No, we are not cooperating.
- Oh.

Right, you know what
you're doing with these things.

- I want you to hack into that.
- Ooh.

See what you can find out.

Whose is it?

- Amy Beech's.
- Ugh!

You took the phone
off a dead body. That's rank.

Well, she's not gonna be
needing it, is she?

Take it.

- Oh!
- See?

That's what I came to tell you.

We need to get her home.

Sarah.

Just...

Now, Sarah, listen to me.

You need to sleep.

We want you as fresh as a daisy
for when Jez gets back, hmm?

Missionary position.

Well, here they come.

Mm-hmm! Hello.

- Mm-hmm. What?
- Do they know?

That you stole
Amy Beech's phone?

No.
Of course they don't.

Ugh!

Well, we need to find out
her movements,

particularly
in the last 24 hours.

Ah!
Hi there.

I don't think we've been
introduced. Bunchie.

- Uh, ah!
- Oh, yeah.

I wonder if... I was wondering
if I could ask some P.R. advice.

I gather you used to be
a bit of an expert.

Yes, yes.
Of course.

Step in.

In fact, stay outside.

We can do our talking
as we're walking.

Can you make sure you charge up
that phone, sweetheart?

Yep.

Do the police
usually follow you around?

Yes.

It's a... protection thing.

You see, I'm really worried
about the negative effect

that the murder's gonna have
on the rest of the chain.

I mean, we just launched
in Stratford.

Well, there's not a lot
you can do, really.

You know, ride out the storm,
accentuate the positives.

Your name is gonna be
in all the papers.

Everyone is gonna have heard
of Hollies.

Yes, but for
all the wrong reasons.

Well, not if you deal with it
in the right way.

Hello?

There is, of course, one
other thing that you could do.

- Hmm?
- Help me find out who did this.

If you are integral
to finding the killer,

then you could turn what is a
P.R. nightmare into a P.R. gift.

Well, I'll give you every help
I can.

So, let's stay in contact.

- Let's do that.
- Okay.

Gary Beech!