All language subtitles for Recipes for Love and Murder s01e05 A Shoe Murder.eng

[Grace]Previously on
Recipes for Love and Murder...

The truth is, two citizens
have been murdered,

and the big bad police detective
has no idea who did it.

Have you found my velskoen yet?

It's sort distressing, knowing
that a killer has your shoes.

Maria?

Definitely pomegranate juice.

Do you lick everything?

Bur why are they so hung up
on the pomegranate juice?

-Jessie and Maria?
-Yeah.

It was Martine's favourite,
they wondered if someone

who knew that
used it to drug her.

Doep, I know the rent.

I understand,
and I do apologise.

So, you think you're gonna be
able to make a payment today?

Within the next 24, 48,
96 hours.

Can you tell me
what happened last night?

I was asleep.

Did Ms. September tell you she
caught Dirk trying to kill you?

Go back to bed!

Don't you want to see him
go to jail?

You must be her cousin.
The fashion one.

Yes. I've come to arrange
her funeral.

-Candice Webster.
-Would you like a Vetkoek?

Hey!

[Jared]Nah, her car's
just still parked here

because she went home
with your cop friend last night.

-Regardt?
-Yeah!

[Jared]And the way she
kissed him.

I reckon that bruh
got lucky last night.

Dear, Tannie Maria.
I have a terrible secret.

I'm really worried my fiance's
gonna leave me

if I tell her the truth.

The thing is...

I actually can't cook.

Did you learn anything new
from Grace?

Just, um...

another man had been
visiting Martine,

and talking about the past.

I was just wondering if I could
ask you some questions.

I don't know anything more
about Lawrence's death.

What about his life?
And your life?

I want to write a story
about you.

We run a local newspaper

but we've never had someone
like you on our front page.

[vocalizing]

[singing in foreign language]

[Jessie]For a lot of
the workers in our town,

the day starts long before
the sun comes up.

A lot of us don't know
their names,

or bother to look them
in the eye,

but without them, our town
would cease to function.

Today, I want you to meet
Grace Zihlangu.

Grace was born..

[rattles]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

You'd think I was running
a bloody detective agency!

[rattles]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

Hello!

I found him.

-Are you sure he's the killer?
-Yeah, that's Johnny.

Doesn't he just look
like a killer?

Oh!

Bronwyn! Riley!

Eew, Jess, you forgot the sugar.

You know, when I was your age,
I was making supper

for you and Riley most nights.

That must be what gave you
you nurturing, motherly side.

Morning!

Can you drop me off
on your way to work?

I'm actually gonna work
from home today.

You don't look sick.

We can ride in together,
Bronnie.

I'm fast now,
I've been practising.

Bet I can still beat you
on the uphills!

You know, it's just easier
working from home

to focus on my writing,
get into the zone-

Blah, blah nobody cares. Bye!

-What do you want?
-Are you John?

Like I said, what do you want?
Tomatoes? Spring onions?

John, darling,
don't you remember me?

I used to stay with Martine
at Christmas, Candy.

Candy, of course.

I'm, I'm sorry about Martine.

Thank you. I'm here to organise
the funeral.

Martine mentioned that she'd
been in contact with you again.

-Been in contact?
-What would you call it?

Having coffee with me,
trying to pretend

that her bastard husband
didn't hit her.

He's lucky that the police
has got someone guarding him

24x7, otherwise I would've...

Did you see her more than once?

What do you want to know?
Really?

Were you having an affair?

No, not affair. Not even a kiss.

Just a few coffees.
She was lonely.

-Do you grow pomegranates?
-Yeah.

I planted a whole orchid for
her, and that wasn't enough.

I need to get back to selling.

Well, how much are the tomatoes?

Ten rand for five.

You really think
he wants her dead?

It's hard to say.

And the police guards?

Detective, it's not my place
to criticize...

Say whatever you want to say.

Some of them fall asleep,
or wander off.

If I could discharge both them
out of my hospital, I would.

But until then...

I thought the tagline you wrote
last week was so clever,

the way you rhymed
price and twice.

Oh, wonderful.

And for only 20% extra
I'll throw in an online banner.

Brilliant! All right,
I'll put it all in a quote.

Okay. Bye!

Maria?

Oh!

Oh, detective.

No, I don't know where any
of my staff are today.

Might have to rope Doep in to
write something at this rate.

Oh, okay.

Yes, yes, of course
I'll tell her.

All right, okay.

Bye, detective.

-Maria?
-No, it's me.

Um, I'm afraid I'm still sick.

But I'll finish up
the society round up

and that piece on local birding
tourism from home.

[Hattie]I'm sorry to hear
that, Jess,

but I'm sure your mum
is advising you what's best.

Oh, Jess.

The profile piece you wrote
about Grace.

It's magnificent.

Well done.

Now...

Do you still think
he's the killer?

He looked murderous enough
when he was talking about Dirk.

I believed him when he said
there was no affair though.

I think he really
wanted there to be one.

I think he would've
boasted about it.

You're probably right.

John's as modest as a stallion
in heat, usually.

[car door shuts]

[car revving]

[instrumental music]

Do you ever get lonely?

[laughs]
Hattie, my darling.

You must know I'm happily
married, girl!

No, I don't mean that.

I mean, working here.
Do you ever get lonely?

No.

I mean, the people are
in and out all the time.

There's always someone
to talk to.

No time to be lonely!
Hey, Bruce.

Hattie, about the rent...

[clicking]

I could give you 20% off.

Yes.

Hi!

I'll send you the mock ups.

Mm-hmm. I've gotta go. Bye!

The police called.

-Khaya needs you.
-He does?

Yes. At the hospital.

-Why does he need me?
-I have no idea.

But as editor
of the local paper,

it's a good idea to keep
the local cops happy.

Any leads at the farmer's
market? Candy's murderer?

I don't know.

John's definitely
an odd character, though.

I must say he's never made
much an impression on me.

I mean, his wonderful biceps,
of course.

But his frown lines are
totally offputting.

Maria could you help me
with some recommendations,

florist, caterer?

Actually, Candy,
I've got to pop out

on some Gazette business, but...

Hattie would love to help you.

Of course.

I could probably even get you
some discounts.

-Hmm, great.
-Those shoes, Italian?

You've got such a good eye!

[instrumental music]

Oh, Mr. Rabie!

Oh, I'm so sorry.
That is so awkward.

-I do have-
-Don't-don't touch me.

-I-I was just trying to-
-Ah!

Sorry.

[September]So, he managed
to wheel his hospital bed

all the way to her ward.

Then ate one
of her prescriptions

so the pharmacist didn't know

what medication
she had to receive.

-Oh, that can't taste nice.
-We can't continue like this.

If Anna doesn't press charges,

someone's gonna get
seriously hurt.

Probably her.

So, you want me to talk to Anna?

You've never asked
my permission before.

But yes.

Please understand that this is
highly unusual.

Oh, Ms. September, I'm so sorry.

I should have asked sooner.
How's poor Jessie?

Jessie?

She's very well. Thank you.

Thanks for the tip off about
the florist, you're a darling!

Flattery always works
with Hector.

Jessie really does think she can
solve this, doesn't she?

Just because she's writes
for a small town paper,

doesn't mean she isn't the best.

Oh, I never said she wasn't.
I like Jessie.

She's got fire.

But tell me about you, Hattie.

It must be so hard being
such a stylish businesswoman

in a small town,
with no decent designers.

Luckily,
in small towns we're not

that obsessed with appearances.

Ah, there are men in this town,
darling,

of course we are obsessed
with appearances.

I don't have any problems
with the men in this town.

So, how long have you been
in charge?

Oh, ah, almost twelve years now,
since my...

husband Arthur died.

The paper was his?

No, he was the undertaker.

I took over when old
Frank Malcolm retired.

You bankrolled it too?
No investors?

But I'm sorry, it's so American
to talk about money.

I'm just lucky
my dad helped me out

when I started up.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Yes, actually.

Directions to the undertakers.

Out the door left,
two blocks down on the left.

It still has Aurthur's
name on it.

You're a darling.

[instrumental music]

[Tannie]Won't you think
about it?

It's personal between
me and Dirk.

He hurt Tienie.

But I'm sure she would've
asked you to press charges.

Martine must have been
very special.

She was.

You, Dirk,

both so madly in love with her.

Even John, when he was
talking about her,

I could...see how deeply
he felt.

John?

He's, um, Martine's ex,
I bumped into him earlier.

Oh, John, from long ago.

They'd been in touch again
recently.

My Tienne?

She'd seen John?

Yes, a few times.

-He says they didn't have sex-
- You'll have to go now.

Anna.

You need to look after yourself.

You really do.

[instrumental music]

Nobody hurts my Tienie!

Bloody bitch!

Is he like this all day long?

All day, Maria.
It's so annoying.

Oh!

Hello, Dirk.

I was just visiting the
hospital, I thought I'd drop by.

What have you cooked?

Oh, I didn't...
I don't have anything today.

I bumped into Marius Rabie
on my way in.

Was he here to see you?

That arse! Yeah.

He had the nerve to come here,

while I'm in hospital
and in mourning

trying to get me
to sign over my land.

He's been hassling us
for months, you know.

He harassed my poor wife
endlessly about it.

He wanted to turn my land
into a bloody day spa.

Martine was against it.
She was dead against it.

Did-did Martine and Mr. Rabie
argue about it?

I don't know if I can
live there now.

Always imagining my dead wife's
body in the kitchen floor.

[instrumental music]

[telephone rings]

[knocking on the door]

[knocking on the door]

Hello, Mrs. Purvis.

It's Constable McClintock.

I was here the other day
when your husband passed away.

Oh, yes, sorry, there were
so many people that day

and so much to...

-You had the soup?
-Aye.

-It was a excellent soup.
-Thank you.

You doing all right?

Everybody's been very helpful.

They bring casseroles.

Everybody's so kind.

And the undertaker...

so efficient.

I'm glad to hear it.

It's normal.

-What is?
-Whatever you are feeling now.

I've seen it all, really.

Sad, empty...

angry.

I wonder if I can come inside
and ask you a few questions?

-About?
-Oh, it's just standard stuff.

We like to follow up
on any deaths in the community.

I can come back another time,
if you'd rather.

Yes. Another time.

-I think that's best.
-Aye.

Take care, Mrs. Purvis.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Huh!

Never get tired of this
hunting spot of yours.

When you want to sell I've got
a list of rich city okes

who would kill to have
something like this.

I think I'm gonna hang on to it.

Some things not even the Koop
can provide.

I finally got the bloody
lawyer on the phone,

the paperwork's ready.

The three Koop franchises
we spoke about?

Robertson, Worcester,
Oudtshoorn, all yours.

Ah! Whew!
It's about time!

I can close the deal this week.

Just make sure you sort out
the money transfer,

and I'll do the rest.

[chuckles]

Ah!

There she is.

-You ready to catch some dinner?
-Let's do it.

[up-tempo music]

Come on, Regardt!

Nah.

But you love this song, brah!

Just got a lot going on.

Tell Uncle Piet. What's wrong?

-It's complicated.
-Oh, yes?

Okay, if you don't want to
tell me

why don't you write a letter
to Tannie Maria.

We can't have long faces
like this at work, brah.

[snaps fingers]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh, good! You can help.

-I can't choose.
-Uh-huh. Okay.

This one is lamb and mint,

mushroom and blue cheese,
springbok,

caramelised onion and brie,

spinach and feta.

It's been a while
since I had springbok.

Hmm!

I forgot how lovely it is here.

I used to love visiting
Martine for the holidays.

Mm, it was a great place
to be a kid.

Oh, you're from here?

Sort of.

Like me then.

Were you and Martine
always close?

Yes, very, poor little David

used to follow us around
everywhere.

Her brother.

Anyway, let's discuss
the funeral.

Um, about the food, Maria-

I'm sorry I haven't been more
help, I mean I offered to-

No, no, no.
You shouldn't have to help.

Gosh,
you didn't even know her.

It's just that Dirk's useless
and...

David says he'll only get here
on the day with his dad .

And he'll mostly be
busy trying to keep his father

from not falling over.

Is his dad particularly wobbly?

Uh, Uncle Peter's just really
old. And he's had a few falls.

Anyway!

Let's get this funeral
out of the way,

so that I can go back
to New York City,

and you can back to your life.

Where are we, food...

But, we haven't found
the killer.

Ah, yeah!

I was so sure about John.

[instrumental music]

-Good shot there, Cornel!
-Yeah?

Better luck next time.

It was me!

Sorry! I didn't mean
to scare you.

I just didn't want anyone else
to hear.

I'm...the egg boiler.

[chuckles]
You?

-From the letters?
-Yes.

Sorry. I didn't know whether
or not to say something, or...

But I've just eaten your pies,
they're delicious!

Ah, yes, thank you.

I'll tell my mother
that you think so.

Ha! Your mother?

Yes, she's the chef here,
and always has been.

When we opened the place
together, we agreed that

a young male face
should be on everything and...

I don't know, we thought
it was trendy. I don't know.

Well, you do have
a very marketable face.

Thank you.

I mean being a chef is cool.

And having only women in the
kitchen is such a stereotype.

Except that you can't
actually cook. At all.

Correct.

I'm trying to find the right
time to tell my fianc�e and...

Oh, no, she's just gonna
think I'm such a fraud.

Well, you are a bit.

Secrets are no good
for relationships.

You need to start fresh.

Listen, I don't know
what's wrong with, um...

Please, that...on the house.

Oh, well...

Maybe you should come
for a cooking lesson.

I've recently acquired a lot of
tomatoes in need of a good home.

Yes! I mean, thank you. Yes.

That's very generous.
I'd-I'd love to.

So strange.

You are not at all
what I'd imagined.

[instrumental music]

Morag?

Morag?

Where are you, you wee daftie?

[clicking tongue]

Morag?

[clicking tongue]

[tense music]

Oh cock!

[Maria]Morag!

[clicking tongue]

Where are you?

If that filthy killer has hurt

one single feather
on your head, I'll...

[faint clucking]

Oh-oh-oh!

Oh!

Thank you.

[chuckles]

Oh!

Oh!

You gave me a fright.

[phone ringing]

Hello?
Yes.

I'd like to report
a shoe murder...

No, uh, please
don't-don't worry about it.

We'll-we'll sort it out. Bye.

That was Tannie Maria.

Her Veldskoen...

you know that were stolen the
night of Lawrence's murder?

I recall vividly.

Well, they were left on her
doorstep. Cut in half.

I'll go down
and talk to her, collect

them for the evidence team.

No, no, no I'll go.

It's no trouble for me to go.

You need to go home.
You worked double shift.

I agree with Piet you know.

You should get advice.

ASAP.

[instrumental music]

[door closes]

-You're home early from work.
-Hi, Ma.

It's lovely to have you home
of course.

I just thought it would be hard
at it with a deadline.

Sorry, we don't all work
as hard as you, Ma.

You work very hard, Jessie,

and you're very good at
what you do.

Nobody could ever doubt that.

You know, when I was
a young woman,

we were never allowed
to sit down.

Feed the old people, feed the
children, clean the house.

There were always chores,
and they were always ours to do.

I'm glad you don't have
that burden.

Me too.

I envy the women
in your generation.

Look at you,
doing the work you love,

working with strong women
like Hattie and Maria.

Yeah, vivathe sisterhood.

[door rattles]

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rabie,
the Gazette is closed.

I don't know what you thought
you were doing when you decided

to run an article about bad
working conditions

for local labor next to an
advert for my business.

The profile piece on Grace

was a personal tribute
to a grieving mother.

Your hack journalist
rabbits on about

how workers in
this town are mistreated!

Jessie's passionate
and fact checked.

You...need to lose this
holier than thou bullshit.

Marius, maybe we can set up a
meeting and discuss this with-

I've spoken to Mr. Van Wyk,
and he's in agreement.

The Gazette stops this politics,
or we pull our advertising.

Simple.

Chop.

I beg your pardon?

Chops. On special.

Wanna take some home?

[bell chimes]

[sighs]

[melancholy music]

[fire crackling]

[Morag clucking]

[instrumental music]

Turn your potatoes
to the heat...

and shake them well,

this will help improve
your crispiness later.

-Hello!
-Who is it?

-Police!
-Oh, come in, it's open!

You've got to completely cover
each one in duck fat...

else your crisp
just won't crisp.

You really shouldn't leave your
door unlocked,

especially since the murderer
was just here.

There!

Well, you're right, of course.
I've just...

I never bothered with
security here.

Thank you for coming.

It was...

traumatic. I...

Comfort food.

[mellow music]

I made your favorite .

Alright.

[munches]

You know, Maria, when you try,

you're not such a bad wife.

Definitely teachable.

[Khaya]Will you just tell me
exactly what happened?

Well, um...

I came back and...
Ooof!

Tomatoes are still in the car!

Morag usually comes to greet me,

and when I didn't see her
I was anxious.

But then when I...
I saw the shoes...

I was so worried they'd hurt
her, even killed her.

But then...

there she was in the oven.

Sorry, I don't quite understand.

Who's Morag?

[wings flapping]

That's Morag.

She's my best friend.

[Maria] You'll realize
something is a bit different

with this column.

I'm giving myself some advice.

When I feel like I'm not doing
a good enough job, I...

need to take a step back,
and remember who I am.

A real roast dinner...

isn't complete without
Yorkshire puddings.

You'll need flour, milk,
and four eggs,

preferably from the luckiest
chicken alive.

Are you're sure they didn't
take anything?

Nothing at all.

[Maria] You have to
beat that flour

till every single lump is gone.

It actually requires a very
strong wrist.

Then you just pour them
into the tins,

and they can join all
the action in the oven.

So when you were on your way
here, driving back,

did you see anyone unusual
on the road?

No.

Nothing like that.

Thank you for
writing about her, Jess.

[Maria] Roast dinners...

are all about balance.

And the thing that holds
it all together

is rich luscious gravy.

So, the shoes are
obviously a warning.

The killer wants you to know
that he knows who you are.

Oh!

Would you like to stay for
dinner?

Well, I couldn't possibly...

Just taste it.

Mm!

Here.

[laughs]

Well, thank you.

I'm sorry I don't have any wine.

I should really be offering you
a Pinot Noir with this.

I'm on, I'm on duty anyway.

Oh!

I just remembered!

-I made lemonade.
-Mm.

Mm!

Did you go and sort out
your mum's house today?

No, I didn't have the chance.

Well, she had some
good plates and bowls.

[sighs]

Some fancy ones.

You could get alright money
down on the market.

Its a pity,

I always thought your mum would
have some South African fortune

to leave us,

sort us out for the rest of
our lives.

Its about time
you contributed something.

Happy birthday, Mickey.

Thank you!

[dramatic music]

[wheel rattling]

[dramatic music]

[Anna shushing]

Oh! Oh, you're not Jessie.

No. Is she still sick?

Doep wants you to pop out
and talk to him by the way.

Oh, forget about Doep.

I don't know about Jessie,

I really don't know Maria.

Why?

She mailed me a piece at
5:00 A.M. this morning

calling on all domestic workers
to unionize and I can't run it.

I really can't.

We'll lose all our advertisers!

I'm sure Jessie will understand.

Well, she might, if she ever
came to work!

Anyway...

Jessie's my problem.

I need you to reply to a letter
or two immediately, please,

else the whole town will be
in need of therapy!

Sorry, Hattie,
I won't go anywhere

till you have a column from me.

[Regardt] Dear Tannie Maria.

It's hard to talk about it
when you're feeling hurt.

[whistle blows]

I'm in love with the best,
smartest girl in town

and now she's not
answering my calls

or returning my messages and...

I don't know if it's
because I sometimes

make silly spelling mistakes
in my messages.

She's a writer with the
biggest sharpest mind

whose words just help the world
make sense.

Or maybe she's just embarrassed
to be with a boring white guy?

-Hey! Everything alright?
-Yeah!

-Well, come. Let's go.
-Yeah, I'm coming.

I just know that my lunch breaks
are boring without her.

She always had new facts
and knowledge to share

to make the world a little
bigger and brighter.

And I miss all of her.

How do I find light and color
in my life without her?

Maria, I need that column!

Maria!

Maria, you come back here!

[instrumental music]

Hi. Maria.

Where's Regardt?

I need to speak to him
immediately.

He's somewhere around.
But I could always help you.

Oh, thanks, this is something
that only Regardt can...

Regardt! Good!

We need to talk.

Privately.

Maybe, we could go down there?

It's the Detectives office,

I'm not allowed to
go in there, so...

It's important.

Sure.

I'll be here if you need me.

Ah, take a seat.

You can sit that side, please.

Thank you.

Would the police look into
a suspicious car?

Is someone following you?

No, its about Jessie, actually.

Her cousin at the hotel

told her about a car that stayed
there overnight,

a fancy sports kind of car
that an American might drive,

and she just...

can't stop wondering why.

I mean, lots of cars stay at the
hotel overnight.

It wasn't a hotel guest though.

So did she leave with
someone else?

That's what...

Jessie cant stop thinking about.

Where?

And with whom...

did the car owner sleep
that night?

Tannie Maria, you don't think
I would-

What, Regardt?

The last time I saw Jessie
was at the hotel.

Yes?

Candy was very drunk,

so I drove her to her
guesthouse,

just for safety, you know?

She was really drunk, okay
and-and then she kissed me.

Tannie, but-but I would
never take advantage

of a woman like that, I promise.

And I really tried to
explain to about Jessie

and how much I love her and that
I've really been trying to-

Right! There is no time to
waste.

You need to explain this
to Jessie.

-But, um-
-Right now.

-Right now?
-Mm-hmm!

No time to waste, what part of
that did you not understand?

Lovely.

Off you go.

My shift only ends
around 5:00 P.M-

-Go!
-Go!

Okay.

She loves koesisters.

[giggles]

Morning, Mr. Burger.

[gasps]

[paper crumpling]

Well, she's here
more than you are.

Sorry, Maria, I just
needed to finish the design

for the funeral programs.

It's no problem, stay there.

I think Jessie will be better
tomorrow.

In fact, I would bet

a tin of my gran's secret recipe
shortbread on it.

Oh, Maria, now that's not fair.

Now I don't know which outcome
to wish for.

[chuckles]

[keys clacking]

[instrumental music]

[door bell]

Bronwyn!

[Bronwyn]I'm busy with
homework!

Just go.

[door opens and closes]

[Bronwyn]It's for you.

[sighs]

-It's your boyfriend.
-Bronwyn!

-Hi!
-Hi!

I, uh, I came to ask a favor...

and-and I brought you these.

Tannie Maria said
they're your favorite.

Almost.

Koes...

Oh my God! You're so white.

What's the favor?

I-I know she's not really your
colleague or anything but...

the other night I unfortunately
had to escort Candy home...

in order for her to avoid
drunk driving.

Mm-hmm.

Um, I know she's ...

often at the Gazette office,
so...

I was wondering if maybe you
could give her this

police pamphlet on the dangers
of drunk driving.

She also tried to kiss me...

even though I didn't want her to

but I...couldn't find
a pamphlet for that.

I'm sorry they're not
your favorites.

They are...

rapidly growing on me.

Tea.

Sure.

Here we go.

-Drive safely.
-Thank you!

Oh, Hattie-

Twenty percent rent
reduction in exchange

for Maria including meat
in at least three

online recipes a week

and an ad placement
opposite her column

offering a special
for that exact meat.

What size ad?

Quarter page.

Twenty five percent and I'll
throw in the DTP for you too.

And no other meat ads adjacent
to Maria's column?

-None.
-Not even for the Koop?

I'll let Mr. Van Wyk run
veggie ads.

Okay. Rent due second of the
month, no later, now.

Hmm...

Ten percent Gazette staff
discount for shopping here.

Twenty copies of the Gazette
giveaway to customers.

-Deal!
-Deal!

Good!

-Oh, Hattie.
-Hmm!

Love that color on you, girl.

Hm.

I-I swear didn't hear
a thing all night.

Honestly.

[telephone ringing]

Karoo Gazette.
Hattie Wilson's desk.

Yes, sister?

God!

Escaped! With an ambulance!

Dirk and Anna together?

Yes, yes, I'll tell Maria.

That was Jessie's mom,
she said-

Yes, I mean, we heard. But...

yesterday when I was at the
hospital I told Anna about John,

that Martine had been seeing
him. She was very angry.

We need to get to John's farm
and warn him now.

-I'm coming too!
-Yeah.

Bloody well going to have
some fun too!

Who would've thought
John would be the man

to get my heart pumping
like this.

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