Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death Page #3
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I shall see you there. 7.30.
Oh, hello! Lady on the bike!
Agatha Raisin, new to the village.
Agatha Raisin.
What is it, dear?
I'm your new neighbour... dear.
What? What?
I need a cleaner.
Do you have the name of a cleaner?
It's impossible round here.
the Simpson girl on Thursdays,
but she can't possibly fit you in.
Well, you could give me her number
and I could give her a try.
Absolutely not.
Right.
You don't know where
the Simpson girl lives, do you?
All day Thursday, 12 an hour,
and I'll provide lunch.
That's double what I get
Will you be making the lunch
yourself?
Mum says all she normally gets is
salad, and she's fed up with them.
No, it'll be good food.
Ready meals, oven chips, mayonnaise.
Excellent. Yeah, go on, then.
You're on, love.
Then why don't you ring Sheila now
and break the bad news?
Yeah, all right.
Hello, dear.
You must have seen them,
littering up the village green.
Bored out of their box. No morality.
Goodness knows
what they get up to.
The bill's on its way, I think.
I just need the ladies.
Nothing that a few years in barracks
wouldn't sort out.
Your bill, madam. Oh, thank you.
As a single woman living alone,
Mrs. Raisin,
if you ever get scared by the noises
of the night, you must call me.
Why?
I could come over and protect you,
if that's what you want.
Any trouble in the night, just call.
It wouldn't be any bother...
to... sort you out.
Now, before I settle this bill,
would you like another malt whisky?
No, two's your limit,
isn't it, darling?
Two's good for me.
Now, tell me, Andy... what normally
wins the quiche competition?
Oh, spinach, usually.
Though, occasionally
my eye gets caught by tomato.
You know you have to submit them
on Friday evening
for judging on Saturday?
Well, I bake a beautiful spinach.
Ella Cartwright usually does
a spinach doesn't she, darling?
I don't recall.
Ella Cartwright?
Is she my main threat?
She wins every year.
Well, I think you'll find
that my quiche
is known for being
the finest in London.
Thank you, madam.
What a nightmare woman. Hi, Tarzan!
Can she cook? Well, who cares?
I might get her
in the amateur dramatics, though.
Come on, boy, let's get you
some food. Good boy!
You'll be asked to leave the village
if they find out you're cheating.
But they won't, will they?
Oh, they smell lovely. On the table
over there. Well done, Davina.
Lovely!
That's beautiful! Put the cakes
on the table over there.
Well done.
Agatha Raisin, spinach quiche.
Well done, Agatha.
With quiche, over there.
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