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Previously on "Recipes for Love and Murder"...

When your mother died,

this house became yours and Mickey's.

And when you killed him,

you forfeited any rights to his estate.

Which means half of this house is...

Aileen's.

Well, arrest me then.

I'm running for mayor.

About time this town had a woman mayor.

- What's up, boet? - You're back.

- You remember Jessie? - Of course.

Ricus. The satanic mechanic, they call me.

Ricus. The satanic mechanic, they call me. I'm qualified to fix both, psychologist and mechanic.

I'm qualified to fix both, psychologist and mechanic.

I love my wife, Tannie, but once trust is broken,

can you ever get it back?

Hattie, I think we have everything under control.

I just have a few things to take care of.

The town's on fire!

- Frank! - Whoa...

Frank! Frank!

- Thank you. - Of course.

Frank was deeply respected in Eden.

I've located a retired pathologist

who lives nearby, who will come by later to do an autopsy.

And you managed to get the necessary clearance?

So, you're sure it's okay for us to do this here?

Yes, if it's okay with you.

You should receive the official email

from the provincial morgue today.

They've got a backlog of at least a month,

so they're grateful for the assistance.

Of course, I'm happy to help.

But how long will they need us to keep the body for?

Do you know?

For the duration of the investigation.

Investigation?

Poor man died in a fire.

I love my wife, Tannie,

and I can't imagine a future without her.

But once trust is broken, can you ever get it back?

Whenever she looks at me now, I feel

she's wishing I was someone else.

It was Frank, wasn't it?

I wondered when I read it.

I wondered.

Something about the beliefs and values the writer mentions.

You didn't ask him?

I wanted to, but I chickened out.

- It's his writing. - Oh...

You have to help me, Maria.

I need to know why Frank wrote to you for help.

Are you going straight back to work, Ma?

Mm, yes I am. The wards are full of people.

People with burns, smoke inhalation, it's... it's chaos.

We're actually turning the school hall into a shelter

for the people whose homes burnt down.

I'll have to come by and interview

you both for the Gazette.

Mm.

Oh, my goodness! Is it 7 a.m. already?

Yeah, Regardt's never late for breakfast.

Come inside, Bronwyn's put the kettle on.

I'm sorry, Jess, I can't. Fire investigation stuff.

But why would you need to investigate that?

I know there's gonna be a lot of work rebuilding,

but shouldn't the fire marshals just determine what caused it?

I'm sorry, Jess.

- Police business? - Mm.

Fine.

It looks better on you.

You have to talk to the police today.

Yes.

It can feel brutal...

their questions in the face of your trauma,

but it has to be done.

Will you tell them about the letter?

I might have to, otherwise.

At least that there are suspicions that maybe Frank--

Right... Tea for three.

No, thank you. We're just off to town.

Oh well, then... more for me.

How are you doing, dear? You should be getting some rest.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Thank you, but Maria's going to help.

Well, she does have personal experience, I suppose...

of husbands dying.

Ignore her.

Oh, Aileen... Georgie will be staying for a couple of nights.

I invited her.

Sit... stay. Stay.

Can't believe Frank is gone, hey?

And a good man he was, too.

Mowed my lawn for free when I explained about my lumbago.

- What do you think happened? - I have no idea.

But you know what fires represent...

On "Survivor", your fire represents your life.

The Devil, Lucille! Fire represents the Devil.

Oh, tannie, don't be so bloody dramatic.

Satanic Mechanic moves to town and immediately there's a fire?

God works in mysterious ways.

Mark my words...

Come, Fifi. Come.

I think it's fascinating that you can find out

exactly where and how a fire started.

Or in this case, where and how a few fires started.

A few?

Mm...

There's at least three different incendiary ignition sites

two of which with the clear use of surfactants.

It seems the first fire started at or near the guest house,

then spread along Disa Street.

There were six families displaced

with their homes seriously damaged,

there were two vacant homes and then three plots burnt.

There was another fire along Protea Avenue

that took out five homes.

And one along Short Street, a block away,

and that damaged six properties.

Did wind carry sparks that far over?

Anna thinks probably not.

She says they may have been opportunistic fires.

Three separate fires, or one that spread out?

No, three separate fires. Um...

The first one, the main one, guest house.

Then the second one, and then the third one.

It happens all the time.

A fire starts, people jump on the band wagon,

think we'll be too dumb to figure it out,

especially in a small town like this.

I can't imagine anyone thinking you're stupid.

Check who's cashing in big insurance money. Piet...

Frank was found dead next to the pool at the guest house.

According to Georgie, he should've been at the movies,

and he told Hattie he was gonna come back,

so, not sure what he was doing there.

so, not sure what he was doing there. In terms of the money,

In terms of the money,

the Adventist Church owned the property

and it wasn't insured, so definitely no motive there.

And, I'll be joining the autopsy this afternoon.

It doesn't really matter why he was there, does it?

Unless he started the fire, I suppose.

But you'll have to wait for my report, though.

Like Khaya would ever let me see that.

I owe you.

For helping to find out the truth about my Tienie.

If it wasn't for you and Tannie Maria...

Van Wyk might've gotten away with it.

Regardt?

Uh, five houses are reporting burglaries last night.

Mostly jewellery and small electronics.

It suggests an individual trying to make a quick buck,

but probably an opportunist who saw the fire

and figured that everyone would be out there helping.

Any chance the burglar started the fire?

Knocked over a candle by accident?

I mean, that's possible, yes, but...

wouldn't you put out the fire pretty quickly?

I miss her every day.

Okay, everyone, let's keep at it.

Make sure we interview the whole town.

Get a picture of who was where, when.

Come, let's go. Let's go.

KAROO BUTCHERY

Dear Tannie Maria, might I enquire

do you have some advice regarding... a little spice?

You see, I have been married to my Kitty for 54 years.

I have adored her

every second of every minute of all those years.

But, you see...

I'm-- Well, I'm concerned

that she's becoming a little bored with me.

The other night I was kissing her on the neck...

when I noticed she yawned.

Now, Tannie,

there's nothing in the least bit sexy about yawning.

So, Maria, please...

Could you give us a little spice?

Regards, the Tame Tiger.

I'm gonna interview

one of the displaced people, Thandeka. You coming?

No.

Thank you, but I've got a recipe to work on.

I need to track down some chillies.

Ricus was growing some wild-looking ones. Ask him.

And you could ask him about my bike, too.

Oh, good! You're both here.

- Do you need help with that? - Oh thanks, Jess.

At least someone offered to help.

Your event isn't organising itself, bokkie.

Our event. You're my campaign manager.

Our event. You're my campaign manager. Exactly, so I don't carry boxes.

Exactly, so I don't carry boxes.

Yes, but I'm the candidate.

I know! That's why the people need to see you sweat.

Show them you understand the value of hard work.

Look here. Chantal's been making sandwiches for orphans

the whole morning.

You're hosting a meeting?

Yes, since the movie night didn't go as planned.

I needed to pivot and come up with a new angle.

"Rebuilding Eden. Paradise regained."

C'mon! It's catchier than swine flu, man.

C'mon! It's catchier than swine flu, man. I guess.

I guess.

Chantal's work is well and good,

but I don't want to just help people.

I want to help people help themselves.

Everyone who attends

gets a voucher for R20 free biltong with every purchase.

Yes, Doep, I'm not entirely sure.

It feels a bit like food parcels, and you know--

It feels a bit like food parcels, and you know-- Uh!

Uh!

We're on our way.

- Come, Miss Candidate, let's go. - Jess, bring those flyers.

I have an important deadline for tonight.

- Nonsense, I can move that. - I have a lunchtime meeting.

You'll get there on time. Come on, Jess.

Be the journalist, and report on local politics.

Fine, but as a journalist,

obviously I'm going to have to remain unbiased and impartial.

Absolutely. You too, Maria.

I need all the support I can get.

Come on.

Hello.

We're hosting an Eden community meeting here today.

We're hosting an Eden community meeting here today. Mm. Free biltong with every purchase if you attend.

Mm. Free biltong with every purchase if you attend.

So, spread the word.

Tell your friends to tell their friends and family.

- Especially those of voting age. - Free biltong.

Do you mind showing us to the hall, Bronwyn?

Sure. It's a bit of a shelter right now

Sure. It's a bit of a shelter right now for the people whose homes burnt down.

for the people whose homes burnt down.

But, it's this way.

For the biltong...

Hattie?

So, the last time you saw him,

he was heading to the movie site to help Hattie?

Yes.

And, what did you do?

I stopped by Mrs Harris to read to her.

I try to get there two or three times a week.

And you were there for about two hours?

I wasn't really keeping track of time, so I'm not too sure.

You must've noticed when it started getting dark?

I'm sorry we have to go over this again.

He said he was helping Hattie. I thought he was there.

- Had you had any fights? - No.

You never got into an argument?

I take my marriage vows very seriously.

Yes, of course. Of course.

And thank you for being so cooperative--

Did anyone else come past the guest house yesterday afternoon?

I'm sorry, I'm still in a lot of shock.

Thank you, Georgie.

If you happen to remember anything,

don't be afraid to contact us.

Yes, Detective.

There's something she's not telling us.

Yes, Sherlock, but let's just go easy on her for now.

She just lost her husband.

- And what couple doesn't fight? - Jessie and I never fight.

You're together, what?

Two seconds? Just give it time.

And then you can have nice make-up sex.

It's all about looking into the new...

Eden rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

We need to rebuild, and better than before.

I know it's a tough and sad time,

but let's also look to the future,

the rebirth of Eden.

I am passionate and best-qualified

to take this town in a new direction

it so desperately needs.

I think we can all agree that past mayors, while dedicated--

I have successfully run a newspaper for--

- If I could just-- - I have a question.

Can this not wait?

Are you aware of the bylaws the council have put in place

with regards to the buildings of Eden.

Several of the buildings that burnt down violate Code 13

and cannot possibly be rebuilt the same.

Marius, I'm happy to quibble about bylaws,

Marius, I'm happy to quibble about bylaws, after my speech.

after my speech.

Surely this feeds into your speech.

People need to know what's possible instead of--

False hope?

I'm sure that we all agree that, while bylaws are important,

what matters most to people who have found themselves

homeless after this tragedy, is--

Putting their trust into someone

who truly understands how to rebuild

and who can get them housed and happy quickly,

safely and legally.

Poor Hattie.

I don't think that's quite what she had in mind.

At least the school didn't burn down.

Right, I'm off to talk to Thandeka.

- Any word from Georgie? - Nothing yet.

- I really hope she's okay. - Mm.

Okay, I'll let you speak to your detective.

You won't follow me around on this investigation too.

Follow you?

Last time I checked, I helped you solve your last case.

Excuse me.

Don't mind her.

How are you?

Just wanted to check if we're still good for dinner tonight.

Are you absolutely sure? I mean, we can wait

and have our dinner after Khazi's visit is over.

I don't know when she's gonna visit again,

and I want you two to meet.

Well, okay. Great. I mean, I'd love to meet her.

And when she's gone back, we can have dinner just the two of us.

- That's perfect. - Okay.

Thanks for helping us out, Nigel.

Of course. I couldn't handle doing this every day,

but once in a few years is fine.

I think everyone assumes that he died trying to escape the fire.

- And you don't? - I have a few questions.

Go on.

There's froth around his mouth and nostrils,

and he was found next to the pool. Also...

Are those compression marks?

Is your other question

about the serious impact wound on the back of his head?

At first, I thought falling but that looks intentional.

So, you were home when the fire started?

Yes. I'd just finished making supper

and I thought I smelled smoke.

I went outside, and I could see clouds of smoke.

And the heat...

You could feel it. It hit you across the face.

So, you grabbed your baby and left?

I grabbed a few of her clothes and I ran.

About ten minutes later, our home caught fire.

We lived in the backyard of one of the big houses.

Do you know if their insurance will help cover your things?

I don't know where we'll live now.

Is there anything you need?

We're gonna ask our readers to help and donate.

Underwear. I work for the municipality, the garbage truck,

so, work will give me overalls.

Meet me outside the Gazette tomorrow at 09:00.

We'll go shopping, okay?

Thank you.

Thandeka, when you ran outside, who was there?

Was that before everyone came down from the movies?

A few of my neighbours, the old folks.

They hadn't gone to see the movies.

Uh, then I saw you all arrive.

There was a man in black.

He was running past as I got to the road.

I didn't see him very well.

Thank you.

So, I'll let you know when the lab results come back.

Thank you, I'll start drafting the report in the meantime.

Mm-hm.

- Nigel? - Hi, Leonard.

What you do? Bring in a dead animal, or something?

Nigel used to work as a pathologist

before he moved to Eden.

Like so many of us locals,

I escaped the big city for a quieter life.

Oh, well I would've thought dead bodies are an easier job.

They keep still better than pregnant cows.

Hey, this is Khazi. I'm unavailable at the moment.

It's also 2024, so please text me rather. Thanks.

- Hi. Hi, Detective. - Oh, Ms Baloyi.

Jackie, please.

Well, Khaya, please.

You're waiting on somebody?

My daughter. She's coming in from Cape Town. And you?

The 3 p.m. bus? My daughter too.

Well, obviously it's delayed

and obviously she didn't bother to tell me.

Daughters, you know! Quick to respond when they need money,

but... otherwise they're basically a ghost.

I see you're a little fitter these days.

A little? I could outrun your fat ass any day of the week.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Wake up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning, let's race.

5 a.m. is an unholy hour.

- Let's do it at midnight. - Midnight?

- Yeah. - Hey.

Unless you'll be doing other activities.

I'm sorry I missed you earlier. You came by my work?

Hi.

Georgie says that Frank's death is being treated as suspicious.

Jess, you know I'm not allowed to talk about work.

I spoke to Anna too. Multiple fires?

Yeah, we are investigating possible arson.

"I can't talk about work. Don't make me talk about work."

You're pussy-whipped, boet. Hey...

I hope it's worth it.

Hey, sorry. I shouldn't ask about work.

- Stay for dinner. - I can't.

I have a bunch of deadlines. And with Hattie's whole campaigning,

it just feels like more and more Gazette business is my business.

I do have 20 minutes, though.

Jess...

Okay.

I'm not prepared to do the birth part without drugs, you know.

And the crying? Mm-mm, don't get me started.

Well, once the baby is there, I'm sure you'll get over it.

- Hello. - Maria! I'm so happy to see you.

Did Jessie tell you about the support group?

Support group?

- I assumed you came to join. - Oh, you definitely should.

You know, I've only been here about 15 minutes,

and I can tell he gives great advice.

And the snacks? Top quality.

Oh, thank you. I'm not an addict.

My goodness! I'm not an addict, too!

Oh... sorry.

What's the support group for, then?

Anything. People who've suffered from some kind of trauma,

a safe space to talk.

Did you wanna talk?

Oh, no. No, that's fine. No.

Um, I just wanted to ask about getting some chillies from you.

Jessie said you're growing them. I just need a few.

Yes, of course. Help yourself, but you don't have to run away.

Excuse me?

You're running away. Just a few minutes.

I promise, you won't regret it.

Um, well, I just... I need to make a quick call.

Khaya, I've been a bit delayed.

I'm so sorry, but could we make supper a wee bit later? Thanks.

Finally!

Here's my baby!

Here's my baby! - Dad! - Hey! That's mine.

- Dad! - Hey! That's mine.

- Ma, this is Khazi. - Dad, this is Zindzi.

- And you two already met. - Small town.

Uh, excuse me.

So, how was the bus ride, girls?

Deathly boring, but Zindzi made it somewhat bearable.

It was just a bunch of old people. Oh...

Ma, can Khazi and her father join us for dinner tonight?

Please?

Please, Dad? I'm not in the mood for microwave food.

Who said I'm going to do microwave food?

I was going to take you to--

Please?

But I don't wanna inconvenience Jackie.

No. I mean, nonsense.

No. I mean, nonsense. There's plenty and it's always just me and Zindzi anyways.

There's plenty and it's always just me and Zindzi anyways.

Oh well, then we'll move our plans to tomorrow night.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Hey, no problem. Um, maybe we reschedule for tomorrow?

I just never thought I'd be doing this on my own.

Like, it's a game meant for two players.

Do you feel like the path you're on right now is wrong?

Not wrong, no. I mean...

we all know that single mothers are badass women, but it's...

It's different.

Different, yeah. Like...

Like I'm losing something.

We're all so focused on loss being a negative thing...

we don't think about the positives.

Is anybody else afraid of loss?

Maria?

I know that look.

She's definitely afraid of losing something.

Um...

I suppose I am afraid of losing my home.

And why is that?

I'm not afraid of losing anything.

Well, not anymore.

Shame, that was a terrible thing that, hey?

When your father died.

I sometimes think...

he was the only one who thought I was worth anything.

He thought I'd be a professional rugby player.

Loss can either be the beginning of something new...

or it can trap us in the past.

So, how's uni?

So, how's uni? Ugh, Dad! Let's not talk about uni tonight.

Ugh, Dad! Let's not talk about uni tonight.

- Let's just enjoy ourselves. - Ah...

And dinner is served.

- No, no, you are our guest. - Oh, okay...

This tripe... Oh, it looks so good.

It's been a while since I had tripe.

Food, like my mother cooked.

Ah! This is my mother's cooking.

- Mm-hm. - Don't drool, Dad.

Zindzi, can you say grace for us, please?

Heavenly Father, thank you for...

You did good tonight.

Oh, nonsense. I barely said a word.

Well, you stayed. That ́s something.

- Coming back again? - I think I might.

Good. Now, you wanted some chillies?

I did.

I have to help someone spice things up.

So, these Mozambican bird's eye ones

- will make you hear angels. - Ooh!

Sounds lovely.

Ooh!

You're such a bachelor.

Oh, I am... Oh, never mind.

What? Taken?

I hope that using my facility today helped you.

I mean, all so terrible.

It was very helpful, thank you. But I'm afraid

the investigation's gonna take a little while.

Murder, then?

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, a father as well...

I can't imagine Khazi being left all alone.

She's your whole world.

It's a beautiful trait for a man.

And you? How did you get to own a funeral home here in Eden?

Wow, um...

My parents ran a funeral parlour in the Eastern Cape,

and they knew Hattie's husband.

When he was looking for an apprentice, they suggested me.

Family trade, huh?

I would never have dreamt it. I mean...

the idea of leaving home always appealed to me.

You know what I enjoy most about my job is helping people.

Comforting families.

- I think I'm good at that. - I can see how you would be.

And these Scotch Bonnets...

will make your eyeballs sweat.

There you go...

And these ones...

Carolina Reapers.

They will make you forget your own name.

Mm... I've tried forgetting my own name.

I would not recommend it.

I also grow some other plants that can help with forgetting

in a less dramatic way, should you fancy that.

I think just the spice for now.

Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Thanks.

- Another bottle? - Uh, no. Thank you.

It's a bit late. Me and Khazi, we have to head home.

Oh, okay. Um, maybe we can do this again another time?

I'm sure the girls would appreciate hanging out more.

Not many young black women to befriend in Eden.

That's a great idea.

Um, Khazi?

Khazi, let's go.

Murder.

You're sure?

We're waiting for some results to confirm it, but the best

we could piece together as a timeline is this...

Frank was hit hard over the head,

enough to knock him unconscious.

- Enough to make him look dead? - Probably, yes.

And then the fire is started.

A murderer wanting to cover their tracks.

Remove DNA evidence, exactly.

But Frank wasn't dead. He regained consciousness

and crawled to the pool trying to escape the fire.

- But he didn't make it? - He did.

He got into the pool, lost consciousness again,

started drowning.

- But then he-- - And then he got out the pool.

Although the autopsy suggests he drowned, so we don't know yet.

Did he climb out by himself at the moment of death?

Or maybe someone found him,

Or maybe someone found him, pulled him out, but it was too late.

pulled him out, but it was too late.

Who would want Frank dead?

And who'd pull him out of the pool, then leave him to burn?

Don't you always start by questioning the spouse?

- She didn't say anything else? - Nothing.

She just says she's told the police everything she can say

but she looks terrified.

If Frank did write the letter,

doesn't that mean she was having an affair?

I just... I can't picture it. Can you?

She hasn't exactly been overjoyed by the lifestyle.

She's felt a bit trapped.

Maybe she finally had enough,

and needed to experience some freedom?

Maybe, but...

if Frank was sure she was having an affair,

wouldn't he just leave her?

I mean, their church would be on his side.

You'll have to ask her, Maria.

She trusts you, she'll talk to you.

I want to cycle around town

and get a handle on everything that burnt down.

Put a map of some kind in the next edition.

Put a map of some kind in the next edition. That's a good idea.

That's a good idea.

Actually, I should plot the break-ins and burglaries too.

Jessie, just the person I want to see.

- I'll be an hour, max. - No. Sit, sit, sit...

After Marius sabotaging me at my meeting,

I need to dig deep.

This campaign is starting to take up a lot of my time.

I've noticed. You keep giving me more work.

- I know, and it's not fair. - No. No, it isn't.

The Gazette needs an editor that is focused

and devoted to the task.

I agree.

Which is why I've decided to make you acting editor...

until the campaign is over.

Really?

You know the paper inside out.

You're smart and focused, when you want to be.

- I won't let you down. - Good.

First order of business as editor is... Maria.

I'm gonna need a new column from you as soon as possible.

I'm gonna need a new column from you as soon as possible. I believe the deadline was yesterday.

I believe the deadline was yesterday.

We were a tad busy investigating Frank's death

and the fire and all that, yesterday.

But we also need to prioritise our work.

Yes, ma'am.

- You're not working today? - It's done. I fixed it.

Hey, how about a bonus of some of your product?

You're a recovering addict...

I'm your therapist, I can't give you that.

Don't pretend like you have fucking morals, man.

Just give me some weed.

I'll see you at group tomorrow.

It depends.

- On what? - On fucking life, my friend.

- How about, "Hattie Helps"? - Mm-mm, boring.

Well, we can offer you a bigger spread on the issue.

One that will guarantee to get more eyeballs.

I guarantee that's a gamble you wanna take, for more customers.

Oh! "Hattie Has Heart!"

No, not you, Mr Baker.

Okay, that's perfect. I'm certain you won't regret it.

Hey...

Look at you being a boss, huh? It's actually kinda sexy--

Sorry, wait a minute.

Mr Baker confirmed a bigger spread.

Well done, Jess. Keep pushing.

Sorry, what were you saying?

Oh, um, dinner with my mom tonight?

Uh, I can't. I've got so much work now that I'm the... editor.

Uh, I can't. I've got so much work now that I'm the... editor. Acting...

Acting...

Jess, congratulations!

- You absolutely deserve it. - Thank you.

- Another time for dinner? - Yes, sure.

Okay, I need to call Dorette and suggest that she takes

Okay, I need to call Dorette and suggest that she takes an extra page to advertise seasonal fruit coming out now.

an extra page to advertise seasonal fruit coming out now.

A true editor...

Oh, okay.

Dorette, Jessie. Acting editor.

How about these, Dad?

Those are perfect, my clever chef.

Cooee! Right...

- I'm here to help. - Well, that's very kind.

I'm done picking berries, but if you're keen to help out,

there's a bunch of fertiliser there that needs spreading.

There's no need to be mean like that, Maria,

You wanted to help. I'm just...

telling you how you can be helpful.

I cannae believe you still havenae learnt your lesson.

I'm just requesting files with my name on them, as is my right.

What is your obsession with Maria Purvis?

- You in love with her? - I'm not obsessing.

- What then? - She left the country

less than a week after her husband dropped dead.

- So? - Well, isn't that suspicious?

Oh, stand down, Detective.

She inherited land

She inherited land and decided to move away when her husband died.

and decided to move away when her husband died.

Seems like she wanted a fresh start away from the pain.

Your obsession with this case

is seriously pathological.

We all know you went and married the victim's sister

only months after he died.

You know when they pushed you for early retirement?

If you hadnae taken the hint,

they were considering a psychiatric examination.

It's delusional, apparently, to try and seek justice.

Your requests have been approved, as per protocol.

We will adhere to protocol.

But I have a warning for you...

You're not welcome here.

Dear Tiger,

I don't think there's anything tame about you.

You're clearly very wild at heart,

and never fear, I have all the spice you could ever need.

- Are you good? - Mm...

Introduce each ingredient slowly, gently,

else things might get rather messy.

Here comes the careful part.

You're going to need to pipe your mixture

into several 1-inch rounds on your parchment paper.

And then...

Bang your tray until your macarons flatten

and all the air bubbles are gone.

While they rest, you can get on with making your ganache.

Now it's time to turn up the heat.

The thing with spice is that if you commit to it,

you need to really commit.

So, find the hottest chillies you can handle,

and dice them finely.

Okay, that was good. That was great!

I'm going all out.

Heat that gently until it's gooey and thick.

While your chilli mixture's heating up,

don't forget to keep your berries on the boil.

Constant heat's all you need.

It's the ganache's turn to rest now,

resting really is such an important part of cooking,

while you put the macarons in the oven to bake.

While they cook, give your berry mixture some love.

Sugar if it needs sweetening, a little port if you want.

Some cloves if you need a different kind of spice.

And now it's time to assemble and enjoy.

The sooner, the better. They're all about instant gratification.

Simply dip one into your berry sauce, and then... Mm...

- Knock-knock. - Oh!

Hello, you must be Khazi.

I'm Maria. It's so lovely to finally meet you.

Hi.

Um, what's cooking?

Um, well, I have some chilli chocolate macarons.

- Ah... - But they are for dessert.

Um, first I have a pie that's going to heat up.

Excellent.

I'm trying to avoid carbs at the moment.

Um, well, not to worry. There's a salad, too.

Oh, you've met Morag. Morag, this is our new friend, Khazi.

Morag is a great judge of character.

Um, lemonade...

- No, thanks. - I made it fresh this afternoon.

I don't do citrus. It messes with my skin.

I would love a glass.

Thank you.

I don't suppose you'd like to go egg hunting?

I don't suppose you'd like to go egg hunting? Morag's been hiding them from me all day.

Morag's been hiding them from me all day.

I'm not really dressed for that.

I'm sorry.

The second fire started here,

burning these two houses down, here.

- Jessie? - Shh, I'm busy.

Assuming the property closest to the fire was the target...

What?

Is it a boy? Must I beat him up?

No, it's-- It's definitely not a boy.

Okay, then what?

You know what, Jessie? You're actually not interested.

So, I'm... It's fine. It's fine.

Bronnie, just not right now.

No, it's fine. Don't worry about it.

Morning, Jessie.

Right...

You done with your editorial duties already?

Being an investigative journalist is part of my duties.

- Fair enough. - So, the best that I can tell is

that Frank died before the fire even started.

So, we know Georgie's a suspect.

So, we know Georgie's a suspect. I couldn't think of anyone else who'd have motive.

I couldn't think of anyone else who'd have motive.

Okay, so someone kills Frank and starts a fire

to try and burn down any DNA evidence.

But then I also mapped out the other fires and the robberies.

There's got to be a reason those fires were started.

People being greedy with insurance, probably.

Right.

So, what if the fire at the guest house was a coincidence?

Someone wanting to buy the land from the church. A forced sale.

It's a lot of "what ifs", Jessie.

Yeah, I know.

There's got to be something in it.

I still think there's something Georgie's not telling us.

Yes, I understand, but our town just got burnt down

and we're investigating murder, so we're a little busy.

Yes, Detective McClintock.

We understand your query, but it's not urgent.

And why was this case not concluded years ago?

Because Mrs Purvis went into hiding,

which is not what innocent people tend to do.

Okay listen, I have to go. I have an emergency.

Yes. Yes! Yes, I will.

What's the emergency, boss?

Ending that call. What do you need?

Anna's official fire report. Three fires, all arson.

They can't all be covering for Frank's murder.

Yeah, here's a list of all the insurance claims from the fire.

Um, theft and fire damage.

There's a few names on that list that feature quite heavily.

Okay, thanks.

Marius?

- What are you doing? - Well, I'm taking photos.

Yes, but why?

Your brother in law contracted me to help sell the property,

and these will look great in the catalogue.

Brother-in-law? I don't have...

He's no relation to me. Get off my property.

He's no relation to me. Get off my property. But I'm not done.

But I'm not done.

The property's nearly half mine already, Maria.

- I don't see what all the fuss-- - Now.

If there's a more suitable time, I can--

Go.

Ah, yes...

♪ We meet in the dark corners ♪

It's true what they say, Morag. Birds of a feather...

♪ We meet in the dark corners ♪

♪ In places where nobody goes ♪

I hope you are ready for something spicy...

Mm...

♪ Before we take off our clothes ♪

♪ Because we're right for one night ♪

Mm...

♪ But not for tomorrow ♪

- Ooh... spicy. - ♪ We know it's not right... ♪

Well, there's a lot more where that came from.

♪ Abandon me tomorrow why don'tcha ♪

♪ Go find another sucker to host ya in the dark ♪

♪ Where no one goes... ♪

You're still for once...

Peaceful.

Just taking in the surroundings.

Here we are, at last.

I had a call from Detective McClintock.

They've officially reopened the investigation

They've officially reopened the investigation into your husband's death.

into your husband's death.

And we have to get a formal interview with you on record

just to show the cops that side that...

we've gone through the motions.

And I thought we were finally

going to have a romantic evening together, just you and me.

You've never talked to me about your husband...

about how he died.

Maria...

If your husband was an abuser

If your husband was an abuser and you killed him in self-defence,

and you killed him in self-defence,

I'll completely understand.

You have to say something.

If you want to investigate me...

then do it. I don't want to stop you,

I don't want to run anymore, but...

Do you believe that?

Can you look into my eyes

and tell me that that's the person that I am?

I think we should take a break.

Until all this is resolved.

"A break"? From what, exactly?

I'm sorry, this is complicated.

Well then, goodnight.

Georgie?

Georgie? Hey, are you home?

Hey, are you home?

Yes, yes I am.

Can I come over?