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More Dom Pérignon for my friends!

Evening boys.

Hello darling, it's me. Is everything alright?

Its 8:30 pm, you're a little late.

I need your opinion on Vernon's photoshoot.

Do hurry home, my love.

I am getting very worried, Jeremy.

Could you please just send me a message

to let me know that you are alive?

Hello darling. Well, thank you very much.

As far as I'm concerned,

you needn't even think about coming home tonight.

You can jolly well sleep on the boat for all I care.

I have a very understanding wife.

Time to face the music, old son.

Caron?

I need your help.

["Passing Through" by Hague and White]

♪ Do you remember the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you ♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For sometime never ♪

♪ Or sometimes sweet ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only ♪

♪ Passing through ♪

♪ I was only ♪

♪ Passing through ♪♪

I cant believe we're about to open our own shop.

And look at all our beautiful stock!

My wife loved Murano glass.

I know it all ended in tears,

but we did have seven wonderful years together.

Have you thought anymore about visiting Simone in prison?

I have thought of little else for the past six months...

and now she's coning out in a few weeks.

But,

the fraud...

it was not just with the paintings.

How do I know if anything was real?

Work will be a good distraction.

Back in my old shop, it was amazing how the most

banal of objects can bring back the hardest of memories.

Tell me about it.

I was cleaning the cottage out one day...

I was starting to welling up over a soap dish.

- Here's to our new shop. - Our new shop.

I think I've got a few of those

little Madeleine cakes in the back.

- Yeah, just in the corner there. - There you go.

How lovely.

Hello!

Hello, Jean, its Judith.

I'm sorry to bother you on your opening day

I just wondered if you had seen Jeremy.

I seem to have lost him.

Sorry, Judith, I haven't.

Okay.

Thank you, bye bye.

Hello, Vernon! How wonderful to see you!

I thought the photo call was tomorrow?

It's good to see you!

Just having a little scan around the old place to plan the image.

- You don't mind, do you? - No, no, not at all.

Tres bien! Where's Jeremy by the way?

Business meeting.

Hello, Rose! How are you?

- Excuse me for a moment. - Of course.

- We have a problem. - Where's Bandile?

I've no idea.

Looks like you're going to have to bake the cakes yourself.

Did you know they've found this super Earth

called HD219134B. That's catchy.

It shimmers red to blue like rubies

and sapphires, because of the aluminium oxides.

Cool. Rubies and sapphires are the same stone, you know.

They both have identical chemical properties

apart from the colour.

In fact sapphires actually come in a rainbow of colours,

except red.

They leave that for the ruby.

Very good.

Quite the expert on rubies now, aren't you?

Well, I've got 350,000 reasons to be.

Is that how much you got for that ring?

- I didn't want to ask. - Yes.

So, what would you have done if it had been worth like millions?

I'd have probably still come back here.

- Really? - Definitely.

Quite the project that.

I picked it up at a car booth sale in Didsbury for a fiver.

Worth much now?

Well, late eighteenth century.

- About two grand. - For a foot stool?

Where's Jeremy and Judith?

They're normally first to arrive when there's

free food and booze involved.

I just saw Caron taking Jeremy into the police station!

The poor fellow looked awful rough.

- What? - Was he handcuffed?

Come on, he's probably just had

a few too many last night. That's all.

No, it looked more dramatic than that.

I have a radar for drama.

You're not wrong there.

Right. Please..

Judith?

Erm...

I don't know how to put this,

but I've just been told...

that Jeremy's been taken into the police station.

My mother used to make Cassoulet

for hangovers when we were younger.

My Judith has a wonderful recipe for Cassoulet.

Our old friend Vernon gave it to her.

He is at the chateau this week funnily enough

doing a photo shoot.

Can you tell me everything you remember about last night?

Well, me and the boys had been...

out celebrating all day, celebrating Monty's birthday.

Jake had suggested fancy dress,

but under the circumstances thank God we didn't.

It seems that I checked my voicemail at 9:45.

Which would have been just before I got back to the boat.

The poor woman couldn't have been...

lying in front of the cabin door when I arrived,

otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get in.

I can't remember a thing.

I am sure there will be enough witnesses

to verify that you were not in any condition to murder anyone.

How did she get on my boat?

From the top of the cliff.

The fall must have killed her.

Horrific.

Did she fall or was she pushed?

That is for me to find out, Jeremy.

Well, that is everything for now.

- Can I give you a lift home? - No!

Thank you, Caron.

No, I just don't know how Judith will react to me

coming home in a police car.

Thanks again, old chap.

Listen, if there's anything I can do just you let me know.

If you could just keep this to yourself...

Yeah, that goes without saying, mate.

No, no. On the house.

Thank you, Dom.

It's alright, mate, it's only a fiver.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends!

Once more.

The humiliation of Jean calling

saying you have been escorted to the police station!

I bet the whole square saw you!

Darling, listen to me. None of that matters.

Something horrendous has happened.

I woke up on Rita this morning..

and there was a dead woman on deck of the boat.

God! Jeremy, how awful!

Hold on.

You woke up next to a woman?

Um, well, dead woman! I wasn't next to her.

Well, that's even worse! How did you not know her name?

How would I know her name? Please, sweetheart.

A dead woman on our boat. How awful!

I went out drinking with the boys, I got drunk...

I woke up with her on the deck of the boat.

Caron said she fell off the cliff.

That's horrific!

You did say, you didn't want me to come home, so...

What?

You wake up next to a dead woman and it's my fault now?

No, no, no, no, of course not.

No, no, no, I didn't wake up next to her.

I told you. Please, darling, I need you.

Make sure he only talks about this book.

These are new recipes, from new places. Understand?

Judith!

The door outside will need repainting,

it doesn't match the cover of the book.

Judith, darling.

Sorry, Rose.

Hello. Yes.

What did you say?

Do you know anyone who can paint the back door?

We need it to match the cover of the book.

Yes, yes, of course. I know someone.

Thank you.

I will! I know exactly where it's going!

I never thought I'd get rid of that.

You're getting more fluent every day, Jean White.

It's a little bit fast, love.

It is superb!

It's really good that you're trying,

some people live here for 20 years, they never learn a word.

Hey, talk of the devil.

Judith's just asked if I can paint a door urgently.

Who needs a door painting urgently?

I thought you've just come back from the chateau?

That reminds me.

Why was Jeremy in the police station?

Something to do with

parking permits. I'll pop up, just in case--

Uff, Judith is panicking.

Apparently, they've got a big photo shoot there tomorrow.

Vernon Bradley is using the chateau as a backdrop.

Vernon Bradley?

Yeah, he's got a house in the next village.

I love him!

See this, right?

This is his recipe for lemon drizzle cake!

It saved my life.

That relic proper makes me laugh.

- Does it? - Yeah.

That's a collectors item?

You should pop it in the window, somebody might buy it.

Cheek!

Hey, hey, Jean, have you heard of these

fancy new mobile phone things people are talking about?

- All the rage. - What?

You can take a phone outside of a house?

Yes, magic.

Well, can I come over?

Yeah, yeah, of course, you can.

Do you mind? I absolutely love him.

Of course I don't mind.

- Come on then. - All right.

AÀ bientôt.

Just give it the one coat.

Are you all right, Judith?

I'm not sure.

Jean, I need to talk to you.

I think that Jeremy has murdered his mistress.

A dead woman's body was found on Rita.

What?

Who's Rita?

Our Cabin Cruiser.

Jeremy woke up on our boat

with a dead body of a woman next to him.

That's awful!

What! Next to him?

Well, he says she was found on the deck,

but it's the same thing. Says he can't remember anything.

I don't know what to do. What do I do?

- What do I do? - Now, listen.

I'll tell you what...

Do you want me to have a word with Caron?

And see if he's got anymore information?

Would you? That would be wonderful.

Of course I will.

I've sent Jeremy to the summerhouse.

I cant bear to look at him.

Judith, I can't promise you much but if I find out anything,

I'll tell you straight away.

Thank you.

Has she told you what needs to be done?

It's imperative that it's exactly the same colour.

Comprenez-vous?

Could I have a moment, my darling?

Mr. Bradley...

Your lemon drizzle saved my life.

Now, you... are too kind.

Thank you.

Could I sign a copy of my new book for you?

That would be amazing. Thank you.

Umm...

- It-it's to Jean. - Jean.

I'll go and make a start then.

It shouldn't take long. Do you want me to

wait for you, give you a lift back?

Thanks, Dom. I'll make my own way back.

For you, Jean.

Now if you will excuse us?

- Hello? - Jean, good to see you.

I wondered if you had time for a little chat?

Of course, please take a seat.

I wanted to ask

are there any leads on the body of the woman

found on Jeremy's boat?

No disrespect, Jean,

but when I asked if you would be my consultant,

it did not mean that I was making you

an honorary detective.

I know that,

I just wanted to get the story straight for Judith.

You and Judith are suddenly best friends?

The poor woman thinks that her husband

murdered his mistress.

Yeah, I know but I thought at least you would...

Um...

Forgive me, Jean.

I am a little run down at the moment.

I've not been sleeping well since Sara...

Of course.

So...

We have no idea who the woman is.

There are no fingerprints on file

and she had no identification with her.

We still haven't established the cause of death.

We will know more after the post-mortem.

She had... this... afro comb on her.

Can I, can I look?

That's unusual.

Victorian, sterling silver...

- Can I take a picture of this? - Daccord.

Alright, well...

thanks anyway.

You've clearly had a long day, so I'll...

leave you to it.

I am sorry not to be able to help any further, Jean.

A dead body of a woman was found

on the deck of Jeremy's boat.

Nobody has a clue who she is.

That's awful.

How do you know all this?

I have my sources.

Well, I'm just saying it's always the most

unlikely of people who turn out to be murderers.

Are you saying Jeremy's a murderer?

I-I'm not saying anything.

Jeremy found the body of that poor woman on his boat.

He is traumatised.

Nobody knows who she is and Jeremy is not a suspect.

Those are the facts. Can we try and stick to them please?

- We were just talking about-- - I was just saying--

Now, when you're ready, I'll have a beer.

And Jean will have a, what will you have?

- Sauvignon Blanc. - A Sauvignon Blanc.

On that table over there.

Look, I know I should have told you but I was sworn to secrecy.

Okay, Dom.

But you know you can tell me anything.

I know.

You should have seen him this morning Jean.

He's an absolute mess.

He said he couldn't get the vision

of that woman out of his head.

He's really been through it. Poor bloke.

Judith wasn't too chipper either, you know.

I know. I know.

Right. What do we got?

Okay.

So...

We've got a dead woman that has fallen

or been thrown off a cliff.

There's no identification

and the only thing that was found on her

was a Victorian comb in her pocket.

A what? A Victorian comb?

Yeah.

There you go. This is it.

Yeah.

Sorry about that, Dom,

I was saying the same as you. Just all gossip.

It's all right. Don't worry.

- You're gonna join us? - No, I can't.

Douglas is getting his ears syringed.

What are you whispering for?

Well, he doesn't like it, does he?

Right, go on then.

When are you going to cook me something out of this?

Cook for you?

You see the last time I cooked for you,

you didn't actually turn up.

Now, that's a low blow.

I got all the candles lit--

All right, all right.

You can't make me feel any worse than I did.

Well, I still do.

I'm only joking.

I tell you what. Why don't I cook for you tonight?

So soon?

Well, no time for you to be waylaid

by your flaky ex Mrs, is there?

Ouch! All right, yeah, I'm up.

I'll see you at 8.

Will you?

Don't even joke about it!

No, no, no, I'll be in the car

outside at 7:30, waiting.

Hey, I tell you, that Rose reminds me of, Taz.

- Who? - Who?

What do you mean, who? Taz, the Tazmanian Devil.

Remember, one of "Looney Tunes" finest!

Course I know who he is.

I just wanted to see you do the impression.

Honestly, though!

She makes Judith look positively relaxed!

I'll tell you something else as well.

That cake was rubbish.

Vernon's cake? Don't be daft!

He's one of the finest patisserie chefs in the world.

Ooo! Vernon. Why don't you just marry him?

- Shut it. - I'm telling you.

I nicked a slice of one of those cakes

and it was absolutely minging.

He's never made anything minging.

You're obviously talking rubbish.

What did this cake look like again then?

There you go.

That's the one.

It looked like that but tasted like rubber.

I don't believe it!

I'm telling you, it was anging.

No.

I don't mean that.

Look at that comb!

That's identical to the one

that was found in the dead woman's pocket.

Remember? I showed you the photo.

Yeah. Yeah.

Of course.

I didn't realise.

It's a cake comb!

A cake comb?

Yeah, you use it for slicing and decorating cakes.

All right.

But that doesn't make any sense.

What is a cake comb from the dead woman's pocket

doing in a Vernon Bradley cookery book?

Another drink?

Yeah, but you're gonna have to work for it.

Something doesn't add up here.

We are gonna have to go through every photo

and see if we can find that comb again.

I mean, every page.

You're not gonna believe this.

Surprise me.

I spotted something...

in the new Vernon Bradley cookbook last night.

- I had to show you. - Who?

Vernon Bradley, he's famous chef.

I met him at Judith's yesterday.

Right, and...

The Victorian silver comb

found in the dead woman's pocket,

and you thought it was an afro comb.

Well it's actually a cake comb.

- A what? - A-a baking utensil.

But I spotted the exact same one in Vernon's new cookbook.

Jean, I know you are trying to help, but I am very busy--

Caron, please.

I went through the rest of the books...

and its in them as well.

Look.

It's the same.

What can this mean?

This does not make any sense.

Well, I know but...

I suppose we could cross reference

all of Vernon's contributors.

Okay.

Yeah.

So, the one constant name is...

Bandile Ndaba.

The only one mentioned in all the books.

Yeah.

- She must be their domestic. - Pardon?

Every celebrity chef has one.

They do the cooking for them.

So the chefs are frauds?

No, not at all.

No! The chefs create the recipes.

And the domestic recreates them. Expert help, if you like.

Mon dieu!

What?

It's the same person!

So, the woman found dead on Jeremy's boat...

is Vernon's domestic,

Bandile Ndaba.

I think we need to speak to Mr. Bradley.

Ladies and gentlemen. Please can everyone pay attention?

Excuse me.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- And you are? - I'm Rose Bradley.

What on earth's going on?

Is everything all right, Officer?

It might be better if we go inside.

How long is this going to take?

Early lunch for all.

Be back in half an hour.

Margarete, inside.

She was part of the family.

I just can't believe it.

Are you absolutely sure?

Unfortunately, yes.

I am sorry to ask this,

it is simply procedure, but...

could you tell me where you were the night Bandile died?

Um...

I saw her that night. Um...

I took new recipe around...

for her to prepare at about 7:45 and...

I know it was then because our cleaner, Albert, just left.

And she was okay when you left?

Absolutely!

Thank you, Mr. Bradley.

And you, Mrs. Bradley?

I met our agent,

Brigitte...

at 7:00 for dinner...

and-and then, returned...

around 11:30pm.

Thanks to both of you for your help.

What happens now?

I will keep in touch.

What did you get from that?

I don't know, but something's not sitting right with me.

Oui, I know what you mean.

Sorry, I just needed a tissue.

I am Margarete de Parscau,

personal assistant to Mr. and Mrs. Bradley.

May I ask where were you on Tuesday night?

Take your time.

I, erm, I left the Bradleys house at around 6:45

with Rose.

She was on her way to meet Brigitte.

And I went straight home to spend the rest of the evening

with my family.

At around 8 o'clock

I received a call from Bandile.

She was furious because Vernon had

dropped off an unexpected recipe for her to do,

just as she was about to go out.

Why was she furious?

Mr. and Mrs. Bradley have a bad habit

of taking their staff for granted.

Bandile said this would be the last time.

- She was planning to leave? - Yes.

And I think...

this time she was serious.

Thank you for your help.

If you think of anything else...

Thank you. I'd better go.

So Vernon was at home,

Rose was with her agents

and Margarete was with her family.

Somebody's lying.

Lets have a look at Bandile's home.

Yeah.

CCTV.

That might prove useful.

I'll get Gendarme Richard on to it.

Erm...

Just need the bathroom.

EpiPens! I knew it!

- Caron? I think-- - That was the coroner.

The swelling in her mouth is concurrent with--

Anaphylactic shock.

How did you know?

I tasted nuts in that frosting...

But there are nut allergy warnings on everything!

The new recipe.

Vernon Bradley said that he personally

delivered the ingredients at 7:45.

We need to talk to Vernon.

Mr. Bradley, did you know that Bandile Ndaba had a nut allergy?

Yes, yes, I did.

We found Bandile...

when she was working as a sous chef

at our restaurant in Johannesburg.

We thought employing a domestic with the same condition...

would keep me safe.

Did you know she was planning to leave your employment?

Bandile?

Why?

I'd be lost without her.

But you're one of Europe's greatest chefs.

I used to be.

Pardon?

Five years ago I had a skiing accident...

I lost my sense of smell and taste.

It's not the best thing to happen to a chef.

Five years ago?

Yeah.

And Bandile...

She was my lifeline.

And slowly she became a better cook than me.

I put it to you, Mr. Bradley

that you knew Bandile was very serious about

revealing the truth,

she threatened not only to leave,

but also to go to the press.

She had to be stopped...

and you knew just how to do it.

With her nut allergy?

I could have killed myself in the process!

But you delivered the ingredients for the cakes.

- Did you pack them yourself? - Yes. Yes, I did.

- No one else helped you? - No.

No. I swear.

After I delivered the ingredients,

I went straight back home

I did not leave the house

for the rest of the night.

I never would have killed her.

Mr. Bradley, is this you

in the vicinity of Bandile's house

on the night of the murder?

The accident five years ago...

gave me another little gift.

I am also addicted to painkillers.

My dealer lives near to Bandile.

How very convenient.

Can anyone verify this?

Only my dealer.

Vernon Bradley,

I am arresting you on suspicion of murder.

I mean, his lies were going to catch up

with him sooner or later.

Madame Rose, I don't think he meant for this to happen.

We know how devastated he was by the accident.

Poor Vernon.

Margarete, careful! They're-they're signed!

They will be collectors editions!

I feel a bit sorry for Vernon.

Unbelievable.

Still swooning when he's been done for murder?

I'm not swooning. I just sort of feel a bit sorry for him.

That's all.

Dominic! Just the chap!

I-I've been summoned.

Listen, I've got myself out of the dog house

by getting Judith into the summerhouse.

First time we've come up for air since yesterday.

Lovely story.

Thank you, Jean.

Your kind support yesterday was so very appreciated.

You and Dominic must come to dinner soon.

Thank you, that would be lovely.

Splendid! Well, I'm glad it's all been sorted out.

Silly me.

- There's no CCTV? - No.

Bane of Caron's life apparently.

They refuse CCTV cameras

because there is a police station in the square.

That is ridiculous.

Poor Margarete.

I didn't even get a look at the car.

I did.

It was white, quite sporty

but it was just going too fast to make out the registration.

Did you notice anything else about it?

Well...

It's gonna sound a bit daft but there was this

big sticker in the back window.

Well, go on. What did it look like?

I've probably got this completely wrong

but it was, like...

two flowers, like a kid had drawn it.

A kid?

Will you, um, draw them for me?

- What? - The flowers.

Just draw what you saw.

It's, sort of like that.

- Is this what you saw? - Yeah! Yeah! That's them!

La Tulipe de Paris!

Vernon had loads of them!

What are they?

The sign of the most prestigious food award in Europe.

Rose...

what have you done?

I will ask you again.

Why did you run over Margarete?

I don't know what you are talking about.

I think you do Rose.

Margarete is lucky to be alive.

I wonder what she's going to say when she wakes up.

What was she about to tell me?

She was always so loyal to the stupid fool.

Vernon?

Yes.

He controlled all three of us in a way.

A washed up,

drug-addled sham of a man.

Can you believe it?

Rose.

What was Margarete going to tell us?

Bandile and I were in love.

Had been for about three years.

I kept promising her that I would...

get us out of this mess if she just kept quiet

and kept working.

I promised that one day we would be together...

with Vernon's money, which was rightly ours.

Vernon had...

started making noises about...

trying to cook again.

But that's when I got the idea.

That night he got together the ingredients

to make his signature cakes.

He insisted that tonight was the night

he was going to bake like the master he was

and serve them at the press launch.

It was easy to drip in the nut oil.

It would only take a tiny taste for him to go into shock.

Margarete must have seen me.

How very careless, not like me at all.

And he mustn't have been able to get a hold of an EpiPen.

Well, he'd have a job doing that.

I made damn sure he didn't have any.

But the lazy, worthless failure...

couldn't even cope to make a batch of his own cakes.

Vernon Bradley,

La Tulipe de Paris chef,

took them round to little Bandile.

So you killed your own lover by accident.

Yes.

You told us that Vernon lost his sense of taste and smell,

but how did Bandile not detect nut oil?

Beurre noisette.

Pardon?

Part of the method for making our sponge was to...

melt the butter until it reaches

the beurre noisette stage, which...

smells like roasted hazelnuts.

She was very used to this smell, so...

she would never ever suspect it.

I wish she had.

What happened next?

When I came home from dinner,

I was a little drunk.

I-I didn't see any cakes...

or ingredients anywhere...

and Vernon never cleared up his own mess.

I realised what I'd done.

She was dead.

And I had killed her.

I thought her body was in the sea.

This is the bit I don't understand.

Why would you go through the pain of disposing of her body?

Bandile was completely alone in this world.

When we met her she was an orphan from Johannesburg,

no family.

So I thought if...

if she disappeared...

no one would know...

and no one would miss her...

apart from me.

And of course, you would never be suspected.

I was all she had.

Bonjour, Simone. Fancy seeing you here.