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[Maria] Previously on
"Recipes for Love and Murder"...

[Gordon] 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.

-[Jaco] What's up, boet?
-[Regardt] You're back.

-You remember Jessie?
-Of course.

Ricus. The satanic mechanic,
they call me.

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.

[Riley] The town's on fire!

[people shouting]

-[Georgie] Frank!
-[Piet] Whoa...

[Georgie] 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.

[Leonard] Investigation?

Poor man died in a fire.

[Frank] 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.

-[Ms September] Mm.
-[motorcycle approaching]

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--

[Aileen] 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.

[Elna] 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.
-[Fifi yelps]

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?

-[recorder beeps]
-[Anna] 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.

[scoffs]

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.

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?

[recording stops]

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

[Clifford] 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.

[Jessie] 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.

[Hattie straining]

[door opens]

Oh, good! You're both here.

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

At least
someone offered to help.

[scoffs] Your event isn't
organising itself, bokkie.

Our event.
You're my campaign manager.

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.

[Maria] 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--

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.

[both chuckling]

[Maria] Come on.

[Bronwyn] Hello.

[Hattie] We're hosting an Eden
community meeting here today.

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

for the people
whose homes burnt down.

But, it's this way.

[Doep] For the biltong...

Hattie?

[Piet] 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.

[door opening]

[door closing]

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.

[scoffs] 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--

[Marius clears
throat poignantly]

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.

[chuckling] Marius, I'm happy
to quibble about bylaws,

after my speech.

Surely this feeds
into your speech.

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

[Chantal] 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.

[hesitant sighing]

[Maria] 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.

[Piet] 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?

[Thandeka] 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.

[recording stops]

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.

[Piet] Mm-hm.

-[Leonard] 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.

-[Jackie] 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.

-[chuckling]
-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.

[Regardt] I see you're
a little fitter these days.

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

-[Regardt] Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

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

[straining] 5 a.m.
is an unholy hour.

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

-Yeah.
-Hey.

Unless you'll
be doing other activities.

[Regardt] 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.

[Jaco] "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.

-[Maria] 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!

[Jackie laughing]
Here's my baby!

-[Khazi] Dad!
-Hey! That's mine.

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

-And you two already met.
-Small town.

-[message alert]
-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.

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

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

[both squealing happily]
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. [scoffs]

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?

[Lucille] I know that look.

She's definitely
afraid of losing something.

Um...

I suppose
I am afraid of losing my home.

[Ricus] And why is that?

[Jaco] 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.

[Ricus] Loss can either be the
beginning of something new...

or it can trap us in the past.

[Khaya] So, how's uni?

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.

-[Jackie] 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.

[hooter honks]

-Coming back again?
-I think I might.

Good. Now,
you wanted some chillies?

I did.

I have to help someone
spice things up.

[Ricus chuckles]

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.

[laughs]

There you go...

And these ones...

Carolina Reapers.

They will make you
forget your own name.

[Maria] 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.

[Piet] 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.

-[Klaasen] 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,

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.

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 believe
the deadline was yesterday.

[scoffs] 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?
-[Jaco] It's done. I fixed it.

[motorcycle starting, revving]

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.

[knocking softly]

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

-Oh! "Hattie Has Heart!"
-[shushing]

No, not you, Mr Baker.

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

[Regardt] Hey...

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

-[message alert]
-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.

Acting...

[chuckling]
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

an extra page to advertise
seasonal fruit coming out now.

[Hattie] A true editor...

Oh, okay.

Dorette, Jessie. Acting editor.

How about these, Dad?

Those are perfect,
my clever chef.

[Dad chuckling]

[Aileen] 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

and decided to move away
when her husband died.

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

[scoffing] 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.

[classical music playing]

[Maria] 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.

[laughing]

-Are you good?
-Mm...

[Maria] 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.

[Zindzi] Okay, that was good.
That was great!

[Maria] 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....

-[Khaya] 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.

[Khaya] 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.

[scoffs]

[Maria] 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.
[clears throat]

Thank you.

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

Morag's been
hiding them from me all day.

I'm not really dressed for that.

[mouthing] 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...

[sighs] 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.

[door slams shut]

[bell jingling]

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.

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.

[indistinct conversation]

[camera shutter clicking]

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... [sighs]

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

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.

-[hadeda calling]
-Ah, yes...

[hadedas calling]

["Tinder"
by Dave Starke playing]

♪ 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 ♪

[Clifford] I hope you are ready
for something spicy...

Mm...

♪ Before we take off
our clothes ♪

♪ Because we're right
for one night ♪

[Kitty] Mm...

♪ But not for tomorrow ♪

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

[chuckling]

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... ♪

[vehicle approaching]

[Khaya] 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

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

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.

-[scoffing]
-Until all this is resolved.

"A break"?
From what, exactly?

I'm sorry, this is complicated.

Well then, goodnight.

[man] Georgie?

Hey, are you home?

Yes, yes I am.

Can I come over?