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Recipes For Love And Murder...

- Her name is Martine Burger.
- That's my lady with the ducks.

You and I should
go to Martine's house

and see the crime scene
for ourselves.

I'm in.

Last night...

you and your colleague
illegaly entered a crime scene.

Maria.

Definitely pomegranate juice.

- You licked the counter?
- Well, I needed to be sure.

They shot twice.

Well, that's...

Lawerence the gardener

dead.

Lawerence came to the station
the day he died.

- Can I help you?
- Miss Burger.

Miss Martine.

I was her gardener.
My mother was her domestic.

He was scared to come to you.

Nothing good comes
of speaking to the police.

He was out
walking late at night...

the night Martine was killed.

I can assure you...

that mentioning poor
Mrs. Burger's job at the corp

was purely accurate journalism.

And not an attempt by the writer

to make shoppers
think about death

while cuing to pay
for their Voss.

You may by all means
raise your concerns

with other members
of the community. Goodbye.

But what about you?

What do you wanna do about it?

You're just lovely.

I miss you.

I miss talking
about the old years.

And make cake.

I'm surprised the police let
you go, you murderous cow.

You killed Tienie.

Oye! Go back to bed.

You're bleeding all over
my nice clean floor!

All right, can I just get
my crutch. Aye!

I'm calling the police.

Thank you.

My sister will meet
you in Makhanda.

Fire poker has Anna's prints,
but she's explains that.

Dirk sadly has a strong alibi.

Then Lawrence dies,
at Martine's house

because he knows too much?

Okay, we hit up
Dirk and Anna first,

no messing about,
tell us all about Martine.

And we make sure not to call
Dirk an abusive piece of shit

and accidentally
punch him in the face.

I think when you say we there,
uh, actually you mean you.

Next stop, Ma Grace.

We don't know a lot
about Lawrence at all,

and how his death
is linked to Martine's.

Oh, and add a few more vetkoek,

just in case we need to get
on the good side

of the cops along the way.

Don't worry,
we'll have enough here

to bribe a small army.

Operation Vetkoek!

Operation Vetkoek!

♪ Mama sing, mama sing,
mama happiness you bring ♪

♪ Mama go, make your food,
as it's gonna taste so good ♪

♪ Mama fetch you the money,
mama look at some honey ♪

♪ Mama sing, mama sing ♪

- Oh!
- Watch where you're going.

Ah, our local news hound.

It's amazing how you always get
to the crime scene before me.

Maybe, you should
be my prime suspect.

Maybe I'm just a better
investigator than you.

I hope you realise your stories
are not more important

than actually finding
the killer?

And I hope you're not afraid
of journalists

reporting on the truth about the
paternalistic condescending--

Vetkoek, detective?

The truth is, two citizens
have been murdered,

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

Watch yourself.

- So, big bad detective?
- He bumped into me.

Can we come in?

We brought snacks.

Maybe just one.

Thank you.

How are you Anna?

You must really miss Martine.

Martine...

she was like...

sunlight.

Beautiful, bright... light.

I loved her, Tannie Maria,
I really did.

Did Martine know?

That you loved her...
that you're gay?

Of course she did.
I told her, didn't I?

Oh, she never loved me like
that, but I was her best friend.

Sounds like high school maybe,
but that's what we were.

I think that sounds lovely.

To have a friend and...

to know that they love you.

In her last letter to me,

Martine said she was
making a plan to leave Dirk.

She never told me.

I'm glad, but she never told me.

How did you and Martine meet?

Um...

We knew each other
just from around,

but we met properly
when I fixed their tractor.

I'm a few farms down and...

I heard that they
were having trouble,

and Dirk is no good
at fixing things.

Martine made me coffee.

Can I have another
vetkoek please?

Oh, of course you can.

I hope you feel
better soon Anna.

In your heart also.

I especially asked for
full time police guard!

Play you for first shift.

Ms. Pretorius.

Could you tell me
what happened here last night?

I was asleep.

Didn't Ms. September tell
you that she caught Dirk

trying to kill you?

You'd be within your rights
to lay charges against him.

Attempted murder.

Don't you want see him
go to jail?

- He tried to kill you!
- He did worse to Tienie.

So make him pay.
For this at least.

You do things your way, detective.

And I'll do them mine.

And now for the next
item in the agenda.

A few members of
the business council

have raised the importance
of members

supporting each other publicly.

Yes, well look, at the Koop
we've started a community wall

where local businesses
can put up

their posters and flyers
for free.

I wonder if the committee would
have a small budget for this?

I'd like to run a profile
on one of our business owners

every week, a proper in depth
interview that gets to the heart

of who our local
entrepreneurs are.

Maybe you could get to
the heart of why that foreigner

insists on cooking all his
food with so much garlic.

It's Italian food,
that's how it's made.

Anyway, he's not foreign,
he's from De Aar.

I mean, I think that sounds like
a good idea Hattie.

I think we'd all appreciate
the support from the Gazette.

- Oh!
- However...

Since we're all offering
our support for free...

Oh! Good point, good point.
No special treatment here!

Before we head back, let's go
to the Burger's farm again.

Want another look?

I can't shake the feeling
that I'm missing something.

♪ Mama's gonna sought you out ♪

♪ Mama's gonna sought you out ♪

♪ Mama's gonna sought you out ♪

♪ Mama's gonna
sought you out ♪

- Hey, so...
- Ah, Jess.

As long as you're not planning
on pulling out any weapons

I'm not going to stop you.

We're just going
to give him vetkoek.

Oh, ah!

Thanks Tannie.

You know, he would've let
us in without offering him one.

Ah, shame,
the poor boy deserves a treat.

Dirk.

Hey!

You're not the nurse.

Dirk... did you go shopping
for Martine the day she died?

I never went
shopping for Martine.

I was a bad husband!

- Did you kill Martine, Dirk?
- No!

They found her
fingerprints on the fire poker.

The cop didn't think
I could hear him, but I did.

Anna killed her.

We don't think that she did.

We think the same man that
killed Lawrence killed Martine.

- Lawrence is dead?
- Yeah.

I liked Lawrence.

Tell me who killed Lawrence.

I'll kill him.
I'll kill that bloody woman.

Oh, Dirk.
You haven't changed a bit.

Dirk's friends?

- No!
- Friends of Martine.

You must be her cousin!
The fashion one!

Yes. I've come to arrange
her funeral.

- Candice Webster.
- Would you like a vetkoek?

Oh, wow. Vetkoek.

Haven't had one of these
in ages.

I'm Jessie, sorry,
Jessie September,

a reporter from the Gazette,
this is Tannie Maria.

Pleasure to meet you.

Since you're Martine's friends,
um, I could use some help.

This all has been
such a shock to me and...

Well, Dirk's an idiot,
he couldn't organise

gravity to drop an apple.

- Hey!
- Of course we'll help.

Thank you. First question.

Where do we get
a frozen daiquiri?

I hope I didn't put you
on the spot earlier.

I-I thought it was
an excellent idea.

Y-you remember last year when
we gave Stefan from the hotel

the budget for a special event.

The others would not let me
hear the end of it.

Yes, that was very tiresome.

I, um... I-I want to take
out a Koop advert

on your profile page.

Perhaps, we could discuss that
over a coffee.

That's very kind of you.

I've been so impressed
with your thorough reporting

on these tragic murders.

Jessie is a superb talent.
I'm very lucky to have her.

Spoken like a true editor.

So... Careful.

That coffee?

I'd love to,
but I can't right now.

Deadlines! B-but soon!

Hattie!
I was hoping to catch you.

Doep! I know the rent.

I understand,
and I do apologise,

I'm afraid a lot
of my advertisers

paid their bills late.

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

Within the next
24, 48, 96 hours.

You know, I've got a lot
of mince that needs moving.

- Something wrong with it?
- No nothing.

It's just not a lot of
home cooks know

what to do with
a kilogram of mince.

- Bobotie?
- Ah, Hattie.

A girl can only take

so much bobotie,
you know what I'm saying?

Maybe they just need
a good recipe to...

guide them.

Hmm.

- Oh, good!
- Oh, morning Hattie!

How was your political thingy?

Dismal as usual,
thanks for asking.

- But perhaps you can explain--
- Vetkoek?

Thanks. Perhaps you
can explain all this?

Jessie and I were just
mapping out some thoughts.

On my wall?

Well, it's helpful
to have a visual.

Going to have to update it all
now anyway.

Met Martine's cousin,
Candy, at the hospital.

Jessie just gone
to have a drin...

An interview with her.

Oh, that reminds me. Maria
I need you to write about mince.

How does Jessie having a drink
with Candy remind you of mince?

I-i-it doesn't,
I was trying to be subtle.

Oh. I don't know, Hattie.

I mean, I can't be sure
that mince is the answer

to my letter writer's
emotional needs.

Mince is not very inspiring
to a cook.

It's my emotional need.

"Dear Tannie,
may I call you Tannie?"

I like to imagine
you really are my aunt

and that you bring me
delicious cookies on Saturdays.

You see, Tannie, what I really,
really want to know

is who my dad is.

It's like knowing
you're a delicious cheesecake

but not knowing if you're
chocolate or berry flavoured.

But how do I know which one
of my mom's exes is my dad?

She says it's not important,

that we are twin souls wandering
this universal plane together,

but you and I know that

sex must have come
into it somehow, Tannie.

Please help Tannie, I know
you've got my back with this.

Sincerely.

Do you know what Hattie.
I think mince is the way.

Hallelujah!

It all depends where Lawrence
really was.

If he was just outside
his own house,

he'd have only seen
the headlights.

Yeah, I was thinking that too.

If he was close
to the farmhouse,

he could've seen the murderer.

Or the murder.

But why are they so hung
up on pomegranate juice?

- Jessie and Maria?
- Yeah.

It was Martine's favourite,
they wondered if someone

who knew that used it
to drug her

and we know from forensics
she had a bunch

of sleeping pills in her system.

Dirk doesn't grow
any pomegranates.

Ah, I thought solving a murder
in a small town would be easier.

- You know, fewer suspects.
- Small town people ain't simple.

I need to...

Just see if you can ask Dirk
about pomegranate juice.

Pomegranate juice.

And see if Martine made her own,
or if he bought her any.

U-uh, okay boss, um, it...

It's just that he's not exactly
responsive at the moment.

- I'll try a bit later.
- Okay. Well, that's fine.

I'm gonna kill you,
you bitch!

Um...

Hello, I-I'm warrant officer...

Okay.

- Thank you. Mm-hmm.
- Really?

The family is rolling in it.

Grandpa Coetzee struck gold, literally.

And he left it all to his sons,
Peter and Paul.

Typical.

But Martine didn't seem rich.

Oh, no, no, no, her dad,

my Uncle Peter,
had this crazy idea

the kids needed to make
their own way in life,

never gave them a cent.

Luckily I got the generous
brother, Paul, as my dad,

he helped me set up my fashion
business in the New York.

That must have been great
having that support.

Yeah, it was.

I miss him.

So was Martine close to her dad,
despite the miserliness?

No, no, not at all.

Martine was very private
about everything.

I asked her brother, David

today if he knew how
Martine's daughter was doing.

Turns out he didn't even know
Jamie existed!

Do you think she
was embarrassed,

that she had special needs, or...

that she had to send her away
for school, maybe?

I think she just
didn't like her brother.

He's like roadkill
without the personality.

Of course now
that Martine's dead,

when Uncle Peter dies

he's gonna be
filthy rich roadkill.

- Friend of yours?
- Sort of a friend.

I guess you could say that.

Oh, waiter.
A shot of tequila, please.

- Jessie?
- Oh, I'm still okay, thank you.

Ah, that's better.

I understand wanting
to know where you came from,

but I hope you know that

your father might not be
who you want him to be,

and that's okay.

You're not your father.

You rest overnight.

That applies to us
as well as the dough.

Come on chook.

Can you believe,
he thought I'd be so impressed

that he played rugby

that I'd kiss a total
stranger in the pub!

And he was a big man Maria.

Obviously, top of your
"husband checklist."

Oh, he's right up there
with a what's your star sign

and your father's occupation!

Obviously, first questions
I asked Mickey.

Talking about me
behind my back, are we?

Oh, it's just a wee girl chat.

We've come to the conclusion,

there's not a single man
left that's not a drunk,

a complete narcissist
or a total nutjob!

- No, I didn't--
- Easy.

I'll get you a cup
for some tea, love.

Wee lil' lovebirds, eh?

Oh, aye.

Onions, curry powder,
cumin, ginger,

coriander, cinnamon, turmeric.

Your beef mince of course.

Don't worry,
it's not too spicy,

so even if your potential dad
is a wee bit scared of flavour,

he'll still enjoy.

Apricot jam, tomato paste,

and fresh tomatoes.

The fruitiness
of the apricots and tomatoes

is the real secret,
it'll soften any heart.

You again!

Not my choice of breakfast.

Fry the onions off
'til they're soft and glossy,

and then add your spices.

Then let the heat do the work.

Check your dough, and if
it's all gorgeous and airy,

divide it up into balls.

Keep an eye on your mince,

you can have a poke at it
with a fork

every now and then if it clumps.

Flatten the dough
until it's about 3cm high,

and the size of your palm.

Now. Time to fry!

You'll know when they're done!

Now slice them open!

If you give each
potential Pa a vetkoek,

well, you'll get
a good taste of them.

Whatever flavour
it turns out you are,

you're very sweet.

Love, call me Tannie.

Tannie Maria, I can't believe

that I was nice
to that American slut!

- Were you and Martine close?
- Mm-hmm.

We were like sisters.

I miss her.

- So she got a wee bit tipsy?
- Mm-hm.

I'm laughing at her brother
not knowing he's an uncle,

I didn't know my cousin
was being abused.

I think it must be hard to admit
that sort of stuff.

Probably.

Luckily, I can't speak
from experience.

Women don't like to admit
that they're vulnerable.

It feels like weakness.

I drove past the hotel
this morning,

and her car was still there.

My cousin Jared, he was
just coming off of work,

so I asked if Candy
was staying there.

The blonde?

Hey!

Her car's just still parked here

'cause she went home
with your cop friend last night.

Regardt?

Such a gentleman.

Yeah, and the way
she kissed him,

I reckon that brah
got lucky last night.

It's probably just
a misunderstanding.

- Maybe she was just--
- Tasting his face?

I'm sorry Jessie.

I didn't want a boyfriend.
Men are trash, you know.

And I like being independent.

But you did want Regardt.

I think I did.

Hi, are Maria or Jessie here?

Nope, it's just me.

I'm the editor.

Hattie Wilson.
How can I help you?

Hattie.

Oh, it's so good to meet you.

Jessie's told me all about you

how generous and kind
you've been.

- I'm Martine's cousin, Candice.
- Oh.

But everyone calls me Candy.

I'll just wait here
for the girls.

Sure,
just make yourself at home.

You know, I thought the lady
at my guesthouse

was pranking me when she said,

the Gazette office
is in the butchery.

It's like a butterfly
in a hoghouse!

It's nice and central.

That-that scarf? Is is French?

- You like it?
- Well...

Y-y-you can have it.

- No, no. I couldn't possibly.
- No. Please.

It suits your colouring
far better than mine.

Oh! Perfect.

That's just too adorable.

Thanks, Candy.

Candy.

What I should tell you is...

Candy says Martine's family
is totally loaded.

But her father is a miser,
which is why she was broke.

And her brother didn't know
that she had a daughter!

The one thing
Martine praised Dirk for.

Taking good care
of their daughter,

paying for the school she's at.

I mean,
she sounded proud of her.

Ready to finish
Operation Vetkoek?

Ready.

Hello, mama. I'm Jessie,
this is Tannie Maria.

You gave me cake before.

Your roses are so beautiful!
Amazing.

They're Lawrence's roses.

He was a real artist.

We're from the Gazette.
Can we ask you about Lawrence?

I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry.

It's difficult inside.
I'm cleaning and packing.

- You're packing, Mrs...
- Zihlangu.

You can call me Grace.

Oh, I brought these.

I'm leaving.

First to Makhanda for the
funeral and then to Cape Town.

- You have family there?
- Mm-hm.

I want to study there.

I don't want to clean anymore.

You worked for Martine.

Wednesdays and Fridays.

So you weren't there
the day she died?

Monday's, Tuesday's
and Thursday's

I work for Mr. Marius.

It was a horrible thing
that happened to her.

She was such a good person.

I wish I could've
worked for her only.

Is the work hard at Mr. Rabie?

I'm not afraid of hard work.
He's not a nice man.

In fact, even Miss Martine
didn't like him.

Did she tell you that?

A few weeks back
he drove me home

because he wanted
to speak to her.

She opened the door,
took one look at him,

and told him to...

He became so angry,
he drove over Lawrence's roses.

What did he want?

He didn't tell me.

What kind of car does he drive?

A big gold one.

Did Martine have
any other visitors?

Her friend Anna.

She used to be so happy
when Anna came to visit.

Anyone else?

A man.

He would sometimes
have tea with her.

- What did they talk about?
- Mm-hm.

It's private, I don't listen.

Sometimes we hear things
even by mistake.

She told him things
were in the past.

And he was very cross
about that.

- Have you spoken to the police?
- Only briefly.

Thank you very much
for talking to us Grace.

I hope your move goes well,
I'll just grab the vegetables

I brought for you.

Oh, are those curried mince?

The recipe's in the paper,
you can make your own.

What have I said
about you turning up

everywhere in my investigation?

Only that you're jealous
of how fast I am.

Thank you.

- Oh, let me get that.
- It's not heavy.

Oh, I know,
I thought I'd spare you

from our grumpy detective.

How do you get these
sweet potatoes so big?

Special compost?

Raise the beds,
keep them warm.

That's a neat good tip,
thank you.

Oh, Maria!

Listen, thanks for the mince
recipe, it was fabulous.

Oh. Well, I'm glad you liked it.

I Love it, listen...

Not everyone has the chops
to cook with mince.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, Maria!
Welcome to police HQ.

He's not here is he?

- Who?
- Never mind.

Maria, so good to see you again.
Thanks again for everything.

Jessie, just the person
I wanted to see.

I just stopped by to tell you,
I was doing the graveyard run.

Oh, you will! You darling!

That sounds positively awful,

I hope it's not the hangover
from last night's fun!

The graveyard run
is beautiful actually.

Getting to interview some locals
about Martine and Lawrence.

It's a real tribute.

Remember to include Tannie Elna,

remind her that the Gazette
is relevant in her life.

Thanks Jessie, I know
you find these cringey.

Oh, it's no problem.
It's my job.

Looks like someone
can't handle her drink!

Oh, Maria, did you learn
anything new from Grace?

Just, um...

Another man had
been visiting Martine,

and talking about the past.

Hey, lollipop. What's happening?

Nothing to report this side.

I'm just about to go
into study group.

You okay?
- I am bit worried.

There's this additional
psych text book,

it wasn't part of
the prescribed list

at the beginning of the year.

But everybody has it and
they say it's just so helpful.

Okay, I see how it is.

You're calling
because you need cash.

Do you have my name
saved in your phone as ATM?

You know, I wouldn't ask,
unless it was actually

gonna help with my marks.

Ah, I'm only teasing.

I'll deposit a few hundred
into your account.

- Thanks dad.
- Alright, lollipop.

Bye.
Bye.

Ugh, I wish mom had cooked
before she went out.

You'll just have
to put up with it.

Why doesn't Maria cook for us,
she's your friend, isn't she?

- Colleague.
- Still, she loves cooking.

I'm sure she'd cook for us.

You can either eat
the bloody food that I make you

or starve for all I care!

I'm telling mom
that you're mean, Jessie!

Is it a guy?

Yeah.

It's, uh, Regardt.

We were both at the hotel bar...

he didn't come over
or say anything, he just...

he just ignored me.

Was he with his white friends?

Why should that matter?

This town Jessie.

You know it better than I do,
you write about it all the time.

That's not all, he, uh...

He left with another woman.

And was she white?

I'm just saying.

♪ I see the sunrise ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, oh, oh... ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, oh, oh ♪

Oh, are you also
getting flowers for Grace?

I had hoped to find
something for her in the garden

but the right flowers
are not blooming now.

Lawrence grew such
beautiful ones himself,

I thought it would be
a lovely gesture.

I'm not getting
flowers for Grace.

It would be a bit
unprofessional, I think.

I'm just saying, if you
wanted to get her that bunch,

you still can.

Oh, okay, thanks.

I hope whoever you're getting
flowers for, they love them.

Oh, actually, it was, um...

Oh, no,
it's a complicated thing.

I have a teenage daughter, and...

Well, I've been dealing
with some

teenage angst myself lately.

Oh, you have a teenager too?

Mine is in at the first year at
the University of Cape Town,

And how old's yours?

Oh, no, I don't,
I don't have any children.

But you just said that you're
dealing with a teenager?

Uh, not mine.
It was a-a-a letter writer!

A girl in search
of a father actually.

At least yours is not
in search of you.

Hattie. Hattie has a teenager!

Her boy is in boarding school.

Khaya's really
missing his daughter,

maybe you two should bond.

Oh, it's so hard, isn't it?

I mean, I wept the first
few nights without him.

It's really difficult.

If you ever need to talk,
just call me.

- I'll do so.
- Nuts about nuts.

You're here early!

And you're actually here!

This just got slipped
under the door for you.

Oh!

Dear Tannie!

A lot has happened,

I think maybe you're actually

my fairy godmother
not just my aunt.

Mom got pretty mad
when she found out

I was stalking all her exes.

She told me the truth about my
dad, he was quite boring really,

and he died a long time ago.

But, but, but,
Tannie, good news!

- Would you like to try one?
- Thank you.

Mom's ex Clint,
he really liked the vetkoek,

and he told me
he still really likes mom.

That looks like a Tannie Maria
special if you ask me,

And he's coming
over for dinner tonight!

Alright.

Fine, fine.

Marius Rabie
giving you trouble again?

No, it's Jessie.

She said she's sick, so she's
going to have to work from home.

Ma, I know you have a lot to do.

I was just wondering if I could
ask you some more 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 the local newspaper

but we've never had someone
like you in our front page,

that's bad journalism.

Please let me interview you
so we can do better.

Maria! Hattie!
I'm so glad you're here.

What is it?
Should I put the kettle on?

No time for that,
I've been thinking

about what you said yesterday,

Grace told you a man
had been visiting Martine?

Yes?

Ladies, I know exactly
who the murderer is.