Agatha Raisin

Of course your charity film night

is going to be a success, Charlie boy.

- Good morning. - Morning.

I have run national events. I've run global events.

Well, you've just need

to make sure it's all organized at your end.

Yes, well, there is certainly a buzz around here.

Right.

I would love to, but I am off on a 5-mile hike.

Bye.

Hi!

All right.

Hi, Hodge.

I know.

More stuff for the film night, is it?

No. I'm going r-r-rambling.

Rambling?

That's what people do in the countryside.

They r-r-ramble.

I just want to blend in.

Hey, you should come.

Fancy a walk?

Yeah, all right.

No.

It'll just be Roy with some London P.R. nonsense.

Quite frankly, I'm done with all that.

And...

ta-da!

How do I look?

Hello. Who are you trying to impress?

There she is -- the subject of this week's walk and talk

and your future home, Mary -- Carsely.

Where I've got this feeling I'm gonna be blissfully happy.

Originally a Saxon settlement, wasn't it?

You know your history.

There have been people living here since the 7th century.

And isn't it true that Carsely

is also famous for its cotton, if we're to believe Pevsner?

And lions.

All right, not lions.

But long-backed Cotswold sheepy things

used to live around here.

Much prized throughout Europe, apparently.

If we're to believe the beer mats in the pub.

Beer mats.

- You're funny, Tabitha. - Agatha.

Are you coming to the film night, James?

Of course we are.

James and I wouldn't dream of missing your little event.

We're bringing a picnic, aren't we?

- Indeed. - Marvelous.

Sorry, mate, but we ain't budging.

Going nowhere. Comprende?

You are meant to keep to the public footpaths

and have been given repeated warnings

to stay away from these crops.

Five...

- Jessica. - ...four...

For once, just leave.

Definitely not worth dying for. Come on, Kirsty, let's go.

Kirsty. You'll stand by me, won't you?

Um...

sorry, Jess.

That's what's wrong with you people.

You think you own the bloody countryside.

Actually, I do.

Or at least this little bit of it, anyway.

Charlie Fraith.

Gustav, put the gun down.

Then, as you well know from our copious correspondence,

there's an ancient right-of-way across your field,

and we intend to use it.

And as you know from my equally copious responses,

my crops have grown over any pathway.

Tough.

Couldn't we -- I mean, if it's okay with you --

go 'round the edge?

Great. I have no problem with that.

Deborah.

We've met once or twice in the village.

Debs.

We are doing this because of capitalists like him

eroding our basic human rights.

Remember?

Thought we were doing it 'cause we liked walking.

If we don't make a stand, where will it all end?

On the other side of the field, if you go 'round the edge.

Patronizing snob.

Two...

- ...one. - Gustav.

Jess, come on. Now, I really...

Come on.

Can't you grow a pair for once?

I'll be back!

- Come on. - Get off!

That was a nice warm-up.

When do we go on the real walk?

I can think of another way to warm up.

Is anybody there?

Did I...

Have we...

This is my cottage, isn't it?

- Aah! - Aggie, darling.

You look awful.

Why are you here?

I've been dumped. I had to get out of London.

Is that my...

No.

I am, however, a little curious about the...

elephant in the room.

Well, not exactly elephant,

although, um...

Naked man.

Sitting in the middle of my living room

with his chakras all over my designer rug.

Ring any balls? B- Bells. Bells.

That's Khusan.

He's a Naked Yoga teacher.

Comfort shag.

Doesn't say very much, does he?

And yet he's clearly not shy.

What's this?

It's a film event.

I've been helping to publicize it.

I don't know.

I can't even find a man, and yet you...

you find yourself a drop-dead gorgeous one hung like a Hoover

the second you get dumped.

How is Juicy James, anyway?

As far as I know, he is fine.

Who's that hottie with him?

That'll be Mary Fortune marking her territory.

A divorcée.

She bakes, gardens, and flirts --

and not necessarily in that order.

Agatha.

- You're a genius. . Well.

Well done. I owe you.

Charles "Shagger" Fraith. Owns this place.

Seems to like you.

No, he just likes the fact that I've helped make this event --

and therefore him -- popular.

There is a difference.

Still. You're clearly making your mark.

I'm trying.

I'm really trying.

Ladies, welcome to Barfield House.

Please help yourselves to a drink.

Thank you.

You look absolutely stunning.

That dress is gorgeous.

This old thing. Don't be silly.

Cheers.

Cheers!

You didn't tell me this was his gaff.

Obviously.

I almost didn't recognize you without your ax to grind.

Would you like to look around?

Really? Could I?

We'll have to fumigate the place afterwards.

- Hello. - Hello.

Now, I am going back walking again tomorrow

whether you chickens are coming or not.

It's a point of principle.

Just let it go, will you?

We want to be able to enjoy our evening without you banging on.

What about you, Kirsty?

You're much more of a rider on the edge of darkness,

aren't you?

What is it you do again?

Me? Nothing, really.

Like Jessica and Jeff, I'm just a teacher -- physics.

But that's wonderful.

It's nothing.

Compared to all this.

Must be amazing to be part of all this history and heritage.

Well, I suppose it does show what can be achieved

with a little bit of effort.

It can get lonely, though.

Sir.

The film.

It's about to start.

Have you ever seen "The Ladykillers" before?

I haven't.

I have to say,

it's an interesting choice of Charlie Fraith

to be showing it at his festival.

Ladies and gentlemen...

welcome to Barfield and our first charity film screening.

I hope there will be many more. Enjoy.

James.

Coming in for a quick one?

I bet you say that to all the girls.

Victim is Jessica Tartinck.

Belonged to a group of ramblers from Dembley.

Farm laborer Joe Noakes found her first thing.

One word, Constable -- "alibi."

Checking them.

That's why I have a 100% strike rate with solving murders.

We've only had one, which Agatha solved.