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

So, Marius, I'm curious...

How many bylaws is Thando breaking here?

This is your gardener.

There's a lighter in his hand and a few bottles of paraffin.

Coming.

Georgie, hi.

Can I come inside?

Please do... I've missed you.

Alright, ladies...

Operation Let's Win Hattie The Elections, here we go.

I think we should take a break.

Until all this is resolved.

"A break"? From what, exactly?

It's important to take risks sometimes.

Hands up!

You trying to get us into trouble?

Hey!

Jaco, what's your problem, man?

Hey!

Hey!

- Lucille, untie Ricus. - Go for it.

What's going on here, then?

Is this more burglaring? You know, someone was trying

to rob the houses that night of the fire. Was it these guys?

Hey, that's not right!

Yeah, it could be an opportunist, I think,

hoping I might keep cash.

Lucille...

you probably need some food after that terrible shock.

Why don't you help yourself to some salad? It's set up outside.

I'll never say no to your food, Tannie Maria. Never.

Okay, I understand not telling Lucille,

but Khaya's on his way and I'll tell the truth.

These guys were here to steal your weed.

Of course.

Only, I'll probably lose my licence to practise therapy

and I'll definitely lose more clients.

But it's not illegal anymore. What's the problem?

The law is complicated,

and a guy called the Satanic Mechanic

really can't risk having "drug dealer" added to it.

What if he tells them everything?

What if they search the place?

Plead ignorance. You have no idea what's behind that door.

You've never seen behind that door.

- Well, thank goodness. - You okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine, really, because of Jaco here.

Caught you a burglar, Detective.

What do you think, Morag? More pots, or...

maybe that printer I fought with and gave up on ten years ago?

Come on.

KAROO BUTCHERY

What is in here? Oh, well...

Another one for the church donation pile.

Unless you would like to read it. Hm?

"Animal Husbandry Practices To Match Your Astrological Sign"?

No, me neither.

Dearest Maria...

Sorry this took so long. Muffin, I feel...

- Jessie? - Listen to this...

"The community deserves to be put at ease...

Stop looking for the killer among you.

I killed that so-called 'man of God'. He deserved it."

What is that?

My first letter as editor.

I don't suppose they signed it.

Of course they did. "Avenging Angel."

Ricus insists

he doesn't know the guys that held them hostage

and they insist they don't know him either.

And Jaco claims he doesn't know anything,

and Lucille's stories are just getting wilder every time.

They all agree there was another man, but he escaped.

And the identity of the robber?

Um, Tomas Conradie.

Got quite the rap sheet in the district

for burglary and small drug charges.

Any chance he's the burglar from the night of the fire?

Unfortunately not.

He spent a few days that week in jail in Robertson

so, he's got a solid alibi.

I'll have another chat with Maria today.

What were they trying to steal?

Ricus thinks cash or car parts.

And your brother's a bit skittish, hey?

Yeah, Jaco doesn't like cops.

We're not too fond of him either.

I'll talk to him. If he knows something, he'll tell me.

Eventually, if I sit on his head.

No, let's keep it official.

I don't want you to be interviewing your own brother.

Okay... The arson case?

We reviewed the security footage from the town that night...

and Marius' gardener definitely set the second two fires.

He's nowhere to be found,

and Marius insists he knows nothing about it,

but he's "shocked and horrified".

The insurance company has halted

all of Marius' fire-related claims

until the investigation is concluded.

I have a lead I'm planning to follow up today.

You guys need to read this, it's the killer.

He, she... they wrote to the Gazette, claiming it.

I have to get this to forensics immediately.

I've taken a photo.

No, you can't publish this.

It'll give the killer the attention they want.

If it is the killer.

It's only serial killers that write to papers, right?

- You wrote to the Gazette once. - Hey, don't jump to conclusions.

The Gazette can't not report on this! It was sent to us.

Exactly, because they want attention.

Jessie, you write about this.

Just make sure whoever wrote this...

don't give them what they want.

And maybe use your platform

to condemn those that spread rumours for fun.

I'll consider it.

You've changed since you've become an editor.

Yeah, yeah.

Um, Jess... Jess, wait. Hey, um...

You are officially invited to dinner at my house.

You mean your mother's house?

Yeah, but I'll be cooking.

Now's really not a good time.

- The Gazette... - Jess, come on, you have to eat.

A home-cooked meal sounds nice.

My family doesn't even leave me leftovers anymore,

and Maria's too distracted to bring me her usual treats.

Great. This is gonna be great.

- What can I bring? - Just yourself.

And... maybe that dress?

Not the dress.

You look so good in it.

Is the dress for you, or your mother?

For me.

Maybe a little bit for my mom.

I won't have time to buy her flowers.

Fine, don't worry about it.

Is there gonna be... dessert?

You have no idea.

I'll consider the dress.

Hey, it's almost lunchtime.

I don't eat lunch.

I made space in the cupboard for you, Jaco.

Can I help you?

You know sleeping so late wrecks your circadian rhythm.

Reg, bring me water or go away.

I'm having Jessie over for dinner tonight

for the first time.

The whole night, with Mom?

Why would you wanna do that to her?

Mom's fine, it's you I'm worried about.

Thanks, but I'm not in the mood for charades tonight.

So, you don't wanna come?

I'd rather chew my own leg off.

Great. Um, in that case, would you mind not being here at all?

With pleasure.

Oh, um... the police also want to talk to you

about what happened at Ricus' place.

What do you wanna know?

We can't talk about it because we're family, so...

go to the police station, please? And be nice.

I'll see what I can do.

You look like you're ready for some horsepower again.

I can't wait.

Well, it took some botoxing...

but she looks just like her old self.

I can't thank you enough.

The brakes are brand new, so be gentle.

While I'm here,

would you mind if I ask a few questions about the other night?

You can ask, but I can't promise any answers.

Who were those people last night?

It doesn't matter.

My friend could've been killed. It matters to me.

Maria's safe with me. Always.

As always...

the police are following me.

If there's anything you don't wanna tell the police,

but you think is important...

- Cruiser need a service? - No, all good.

Jessie, I hope you're not...

I'm not following you, I got here first.

She's just another happy customer.

Yep, that's me. Just a happy customer.

Thank you, Ricus. Maria will pop the bicycle in her bakkie

next time she's at support group.

What can I help you with?

Just the truth.

Of course.

Sorry, Maria,

is it okay if I record this?

Be my guest.

Interview with Maria Purvis

as per request of Police Scotland.

Can you state your name for the record, please?

Maria Purvis.

You already stated it.

Um, Mrs Purvis, you were there when your husband died?

Yes.

Yes.

Can you briefly explain what happened?

He had a heart attack.

I was in the kitchen, I heard a sound.

I went into the other room, he'd fallen.

It was all so sudden.

Did he have a history of heart disease?

Yes, he was seeing a specialist. He was on medication.

Did he take his medication regularly?

I can't say.

I was his wife, not his mother.

You finally dropped the training wheels.

You gonna see Ricus?

What's it to you?

I think Ricus is dealing weed.

You shouldn't be around that if you're an addict.

Yeah well, weed has never really been my poison. Don't worry.

Regardt says you're coming here to finally live clean,

get away from the guys in the city leading you astray.

I'm not a little lost sheep, Jessie.

I know, I don't think you are.

Your record makes a very interesting read.

Arrested twice for dealing marijuana.

Charges were dropped both times due to lack of evidence.

We all have things in our past, Detective.

The doctors had specifically warned him

that high-fat foods could kill him.

Did you cook high-fat foods for him?

Did...

I'm sure you also read that my record's been clean

for ten years.

I cooked my husband what he asked for.

He was a grown-up in charge of his own health.

Can you remember what your husband ate that day?

What he ate?

Maria!

He smoked about two packets of cigarettes, I can tell you that.

Regardt... doesn't really get me.

Have you tried explaining yourself to him?

Have YOU tried explaining yourself to him?

What did those men want? Do you think they'll come back?

Do you want us to guard you?

I can take care of myself.

What about the clients who come here and bring their vehicles?

The support group? Do you think they're safe too?

Well, if you're worried, you're welcome to join the group.

I'm sure Maria will be perfectly safe here every time she visits.

This is not about Maria.

Was there anything unusual about that day?

My husband died.

Before that.

Or was it just a regular, normal day?

You can't save everyone, Detective, but that's okay.

Controlling behaviour usually comes from fear,

and fear usually comes from trauma in the past.

It was just like so many, many days we spent together.

I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!

This has got to stop!

Does he know how desperate you are

to leave this place?

That the Karoo dust keeps weighing you down

and holding you back?

Does he know how big your dreams are

and how small and insignificant this place makes you feel?

I know.

Because you have the same expression I have in the mirror

every day.

So,

when you noticed your husband was having a heart attack,

how long, more or less, before you phoned the police?

I didn't phone the police, in phoned an ambulance.

How long?

Uh... I don't know, um...

A few minutes?

I'm going to ask you one last time...

Who's responsible for this, and what do they want?

Well...

There's a lot of rare and unusual cars around here...

They could've been sent by a collector to do some shopping.

Happened to a friend of mine upcountry a few weeks ago.

You could speak to the cops up there,

see if the cases are connected.

I'm sorry, Mrs Purvis, to put you through this,

but just one more question. Mrs Purvis...

Did you kill your husband?

No.

No. I did not kill him.

That's the interview concluded.

I think you're a good cop, Detective.

Not all cops care.

I think you do.

I'm late for work.

I'm sorry, Maria, I'm just following orders.

I was worried you were going to ask me another question.

- And what's that, then? - "How did I feel?"

"How did I feel when my husband died?"

I'm not sure I want the answer on record.

It's okay, Piet, I know you didn't want to.

- Can I leave? - Yeah.

♪ Why does my heart ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ Why does my soul ♪

♪ Feel so bad... ♪

My goodness!

How come they forgot to dig the hole?

Oh no, he's not being buried here.

They're taking him to their HQ.

The wrong kind of holy ground, or something.

So, what? Is today just a show and tell?

♪ Why does my heart ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ Why does my soul ♪

♪ Feel so bad... ♪

- Photos, at a funeral? - Does it bother you?

Not really, I just don't get it.

Is it for the paper?

No, it's for myself. I'm a bit of an amateur photographer.

And emotions... They look good on film.

It's a nice lens.

I mostly use it for birds. Eden has quite the variety.

Is it?

And some rare ones too. You should join me.

- Yeah, I like birds. - Yeah.

- I'll let you know. - Yeah.

♪ These open doors... ♪

♪ Why does my heart... ♪

♪ Feel so bad... ♪

♪ Why does my soul... ♪

♪ Feel so bad... ♪

...when the trumpet will sound

and the dead will be raised imperishable,

and will be changed.

For the imperishable must clothe itself with the imperishable,

and the mortal with immortality.

Fuck!

Jesus!

Fuck!

Amen.

You're clear on the directions?

- Yeah. - Okay, take it easy.

Thank you so much for today.

- Okay. - No, thank you.

They're a deli exclusive.

Very good.

We need to speak to Georgie about the letter.

Well, now seems a bit awkward.

I just keep reading and rereading

that letter Frank wrote to you.

Do you think Georgie was having an affair?

Not here, Jessie!

Well, you're worse than Hattie.

Everybody can see that you're taking notes.

The murderers often go to the victim's funeral.

And? Any ideas?

Nope.

- Hey. - Hi.

- No, thank you. - No, thanks.

Oh, what a shame.

It's such a tragedy. I mean, he was such a nice guy.

"Come to the countryside," they said.

"Enjoy fresh air, less crime and fewer corpses."

Don't forget the politics.

Wow, do you ever switch off?

What?

Want me to teach you?

- To switch off? - To rest and process.

Maybe even while eating a meal.

Ah, that'll be great. Really. Um...

It's just that this case...

Um, I'll let you know as soon as I get a break.

Good luck.

So, at the moment

the only clear suspect we have, is Georgie.

Although, there's no real motive.

That letter could be her.

A religious person seeking moral justice.

Ooh! Close.

I've signed up on to the app to search through some profiles

to see if Georgie's on there under a pseudonym.

Well, her whereabouts are unaccounted for

at the time of the murder.

Boss, I know you have your suspicions, but...

I'm must not sure. Is there an angle we're missing?

Well, there's still that matter of the robberies that night.

What if Frank caught someone stealing, and they silenced him?

People have killed for far less.

Relax. I saw the broken window

and I came to see if you were okay.

It's the jewellery drawer.

Maybe I should make us some tea?

It's kind of you.

Just take the rest of the day off.

That's not necessary.

There's barely anything to do.

Go take some beautiful photos of the birds.

Are you sure? I mean, I don't mind staying here with you.

- We need to contact the police. - It's not a problem!

I can handle it.

Okay...

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Hi. I don't mean to distract you

from your investigation, Detective.

But I had a break-in at the mortuary.

- What? Are you okay? - I'm okay.

Just a bit freaked out.

Okay, I'll see you now. There's been a break-in at the mortuary.

What? Are they getting high on embalming fluid?

- What were they trying to steal? - I don't know.

Klaasen should be closer. We can phone her.

It's okay. Just keep going with the list.

There must be someone we're forgetting.

There's nothing left.

Do Adventists believe in insurance?

I couldn't just leave it like this.

Have the children gone back with their grandparents?

It's not a good place for them to be, here...

The memorial was very...

religious.

What do you want, Jessie?

We wanted to ask you a few questions.

- Jessie... - Sorry, I'm trying to help.

Would you rather speak to us or the police?

The thing is, Georgie,

between Frank's letter and you not being entirely clear

where you were when he died,

if I were the cops, I'd think you were having an affair.

I think I might know where you were the night of the fire.

I was reading to Mrs Harris.

One of my letters mentioned something about a church

elder visiting with a priest that's got me thinking.

Church elder?

Could that be Seventh Day Adventist?

- I... - You can trust us, Georgie.

But we need to know the truth.

I've been seeing Father Cedric for a while now.

Not like that.

I've been struggling with my faith, and...

needed someone to talk to.

But... speaking to a Catholic priest?

It's absolutely forbidden.

And the Adventists can't know?

They'll excommunicate me. I'll lose my children.

That's illegal.

I made a promise to raise our children up in our faith,

and if I break that promise...

Your secret is safe with us.

Will Father Cedric be willing to confirm and be your alibi?

Yes, but if this gets out...

I'll explain the situation to the police, I promise.

And I'll talk to the father.

Please tell him it's okay to talk to me.

Don't worry, Georgie.

We are getting you through this.

Don't... Don't you want to get some rest?

No...

This calms me.

Who would break into a morgue?

In PE, we sometimes had the deceased's golden molars stolen.

- Oh, I see you have CCTV. - I checked it out.

Turns out it's not working,

so I'm gonna need to call somebody in.

And only a few items stolen?

It looks like only just jewellery.

I feel so stupid calling you. I just... yeah.

No, it's my job.

I know.

But there's so much going on, you're so busy.

It's fine, Jackie.

Your workplace was broken into while you were alone.

It's okay to be scared.

Klaasen will come and take prints...

I think it's best you went home.

- Right, yes. - Yeah...

Yeah.

Do you want me to come with?

What do I put down for hobbies?

Anything.

Birdwatching?

Anything that isn't creepy.

You know what? Just say you like hiking or swimming,

or long walks on the beach. It's fine, you can be a cliché.

Sorted.

- Oh, thanks. - No worries.

That's my charity for the year.

Father?

Rough night?

I don't know whose idea of a good time it is

to drink next to a church,

but I can open my own recycling plant by now.

Come in, come in.

I'm Father Cedric. Have I seen you in the pews?

You haven't, Father. I'm a bit of a recovering Protestant.

Ah. That's what brought you here?

Afraid not. I've come to ask you about Georgie.

No, doesn't ring a bell.

That's okay, Father.

I mean, it's lovely to see a priest telling a fib.

But I think she messaged you about me. Tannie Maria.

She needs an alibi.

I think you might be the only one who could give it.

Is she okay?

She will be, once someone can vouch for where she was

when her husband was murdered.

Complicated fellow, that Frank.

Seemed so.

A Catholic helping a Protestant to save an Adventist...

Sounds like a bad joke.

Recovering Protestant.

Georgie was with me.

She came here, we spent a few hours in religious debate...

We talked a lot. She's a fascinating woman.

She mentioned she'd been seeing a lot of you.

Yes, it was just meant to be the once...

She needed some guidance with a Biblical question.

But then it became a...

Anyway, she was with me when the fire broke out.

Would you be willing to make a statement?

If that's what she wants.

It's what she desperately needs.

Very well.

Thanks for helping her.

You can tell the police they can come and question me anytime.

And they're welcome to confession too.

- Thank you, Father. - Thank you.

Would you mind if I...

Stay as long as you like. You're most welcome.

Muffin, I feel dreadful

for shipping you and Mum off to the old country,

away from your home.

But with me on the road trying to write this beautiful,

volatile country away from the abyss,

while the government does their best to silence me...

I thought sunny ol' Scotland

will be a safer place for you two.

Or at least would help me sleep at night knowing you're safe.

I never wanted my life choices to affect yours,

but it seems now they have.

And now I miss you dearly.

I know you haven't been in Scotland very long

but I wanted to ask you,

if the to and fro is not too much for an eight-year-old...

if you want to come to Cape Town for a few weeks.

It's not the Karoo,

but they do have the best beaches in the world.

Ask your mother to phone me after she gives you this letter.

I love you silly. Dad.

Maria?

Oh hi, Ricus.

Don't tell me you've come to confess.

No, I had a bit of a clean-out.

Ms September told me the church would be a good place for those.

What brings you here?

Uh, to the church? Helping a friend.

To this pew...

Time alone, I think.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'll... - Oh, no, no. I'm sorry.

It wasn't a hint. Just, my house is a bit crowded right now.

Sometimes it feels like all the air has been sucked out of it.

Somebody who needs your help?

Yes.

Someone who lost touch with a person she loved,

and in the process lost a piece of herself.

Ricus... those men?

Are they going to come back?

Are you safe?

I've been clean for ten years.

But I still sell a little weed here and there.

Medicinal.

Studies show that it has all sorts of good uses.

To Jaco? Is that why he was there early?

No, never to Jaco.

He's been doing some work, earning a bit of cash. That's all.

Does he know about your weed?

Oh yes. Addicts always know.

Do you think that Jaco was...

We all have our demons.

Our shit to deal with. Mine is, I'm an addict

and I've done some bad things in the past that I regret.

But, it's part of who I am.

We can't just cut off all the bad parts of ourselves

and pretend they never existed, right?

Listen to me, rambling away.

- Ricus? - Yeah?

How are you with seafood?

Seafood? Here in the desert?

Brought in fresh from the coast this morning.

Come to dinner.

I'm in.

Excuse me!

She doesn't deserve to be mayor, not after her smear campaign.

The insurance refuses to cover the fire damage.

There's a hearing, possibly a trial,

all based off of her lousy journalist

and some ridiculous allegations.

I wasn't aware that a journalist uncovering a crime

was now considered a "smear campaign".

Imagine... your gardener, an arsonist.

I miss you, Dorette.

Don't you want to come over tonight

to help me brainstorm over a brandy, how to fix all this?

I would sooner pour brandy over a paper cut.

It's too late, Marius...

to fix any of this.

What you making?

- Dad's favourite. - Really?

Snoek is simple, snoek is sweet.

Right, here we go.

My father taught me that.

Give me a hand, Maria.

And this week's recipe is for him.

- Yes. - And that's how...

No cheek out of you.

Like most of the lovely things in life, it's at its best

when you stay out of its way

and just let it be what it is.

Hey, we need to be quiet.

There's a nest here I'd like you to see.

I'm wearing my soft shoes so they won't hear me coming.

Make sure the few things you do add

only enhance what is already there.

Lemon... butter...

Mm... Snoek is sweet.

All clear.

Thanks.

It's better to be safe and to feel safe.

It would be fun spending some time with you

and not even think about work.

It would.

The thing with snoek is it wasn't popular

or valuable back in the day because it was everywhere.

People often don't see the value in things

until they don't have them anymore.

But our memories are rich and sweet,

and last longer than you think.

- Beautiful evening, hey? - It's gorgeous.

Oh, and so are they!

Thank you.

Oh, Father.

- Ricus. - Didn't expect to see you here.

Come, have a seat.

And the dress...

Aren't you gonna introduce her first?

Sorry.

Hi.

Blessings on this meal, may in nourish and heal.

Oh yeah, amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

Aileen! Grab a plate.

Join us.

People will vote for her just because she's a woman.

Not because of her policies or leadership,

but just because she's a woman!

- They're both women. - Yeah well, I bet you

tomorrow her front page will just be blasting me.

- What for? - Insurance fraud.

I mean, it isn't a real crime.

There are no real victims, are there?

- Now, that bitch journalist... - Yo! Can you go softer?

This isn ́t a library, pal.

It's also not a hair salon, so stop gossiping.

That's not how tourists talk to locals around here.

I'm from here, you dumb-ass.

Well, I haven't seen you around.

Oh, shit!

Sorry, uncle!

But you knocked my arm.

I'm not your uncle, pal.

Wait... Shit, you're the youngest Snyman kid.

Your dad would be so embarrassed if he knew how you'd turned out.

Come.

Idiot.

Give us another round there, Charlie.

Idiot.

Are you... Are you sure you've had enough?

It was really delicious, I'm just full.

It was your dad's favourite, not mine.

But you made it just like him.

Come, let's go sit more comfortably.

- I'll pack up. - No, no, no, I'll do it. Go sit.

To Maria. Thank you for letting me stay in your lovely home.

Georgie, you know you can stay as long as you need.

I know, but I'm leaving tomorrow.

I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome.

Why don't you write about the homeless problem in Eden?

As acting editor, I hope we get to do a few more features

on the homelessness problem.

What's the difference between homeless and...

Homelessness? The problem isn't the people who don't have homes,

the problem is that those people don't have homes.

Whatever you wanna call it, my dear,

I can't walk from here to the shop without being begged at.

I don't think you can beg at people.

Right...

So, what are we talking about?

Jessie is just explaining to me

how I'm wrong about the problems in our country.

That's not what I said. I just think we can have more empathy.

You can have empathy, my dear,

and still wanna do something about it.

- What? Moan? - Jessie...

I'm sure the kids are anxious to have time with you too.

And I know that Maria, in my absence,

will find my husband's killer.

Mm, preach.

Maybe if you're lucky, she'll find them

and kill them the way she did that Cornel van Wyk chap.

Hey, boet.

You haven't chased her away yet?

You're more resilient than I thought.

Holy shit! Tuna casserole?

Oh, I haven't had this since Dad was still around.

Oh, Ricus, you hadn't arrived in town yet,

so you probably hadn't heard this story.

See, Maria and Jessie were playing detective.

Only, the killer was hunting them down with a crossbow.

So, Maria took the detective's gun and shot him.

Twice.

Just like that.

Well...

aren't we all lucky to have a friend

who is so level-headed and brave

when the shit hits the fan?

I don't know about you, but I am starving.

This looks wonderful, Maria.

- So, how was your night? - Yeah, fine.

I was at the hotel.

I don't like the hotel anymore.

It's drawing a whole new element.

- What does that mean? - She doesn't mean anything.

Sounds to me she means black and coloured people go there now.

- Jaco! - Mm, sounds like that to me too.

I don't care what colour people are.

As long as they behave themselves in a proper fashion.

And try to fit in.

Exactly, colour has got nothing to do with it.

She means as long as they behave like whites.

Jaco!

It's getting late. I still have work to do.

Thank you, Mrs Snyman.

- Jessie... Wait, Jessie! - Come again, dear.

Thank you for dinner. See you tomorrow.

- What the hell, man? - What?

I'm not a racist.

Your friends are lovely.

That Ricus, in particular.

He's really insightful.

He even gave me some marriage advice.

Good.

I know it doesn't feel like it,

but I'm not angry that you're taking the house.

I'm not even angry that you're here.

- You could've fooled me. - I mean it, and...

I know your husband is manipulating you.

You know nothing whatsoever about our relationship.

I know what manipulation feels like, Aileen.

I was married to your brother.

And just what's that supposed to mean?

I so desperately wanted you to see.

To notice.

The bruises? Cutting remarks?

I lived in fear.

Mickey would never.

Look at my left cheek.

I mean, it's faint. I tried my best with the makeup,

but look at it!

He was angry because his...

his buttonhole flowers were too small,

...and they "made him look cheap".

I kept it so that if I ever wonder,

"Was it really that bad?" I can remind myself.

I know a manipulative man, Aileen. I married one.

And so did you.

You...

You don't know that.

How did the two of you meet?

Was it because of Mickey's death?

He was so... kind.

I'd just lost my brother.

And then you vanished, and Mum was a wreck.

Gordon was so strong and loyal.

And obsessed with me!

He lost his job because he wouldn't give up on Mickey.

He wouldn't stop trying to prove what you had done.

I just hope it's all been worth it.

Boss, you remember that app?

I was looking to see if Georgie had a profile.

Well, we know she didn't, now.

- She... - Yeah, she didn't.

But somebody else did.

You will wanna see this.

Honestly, your bladder's worse than mine.

Come on, Fifi. Pee-pee.

Marius?

Come. Come, sweetheart.

- You can't drive like that! - Like what?

Move over, Fifi and I will take you.

I'm fine. Get out of my way.

I don't...

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