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How dare you?

Leave me alone.

♪ Do you remember the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you ♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For some time never or sometimes soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪♪

Where do I know them from?

It's that antiques dealer.

You smashed that rubbish parrot ornament

in a shop and she tried to fleece us.

- You remember? - Yeah.

Niall, could I have a glass of Veuve?

That cheap, weak wine making me feel a bit icky.

When I go I want champagne all around.

Well, look at you.

And I was just about to ask if they

could turn the air conditioning off.

It's me menopause.

I'm having a hot flush.

How fascinating.

Do you know, I've never had one of those?

A hot flush?

No, the other one.

You've never had a menopause?

No, I don't know what all the fuss is about.

Hello, Jean, hello, Gloria.

I-I'm sorry for your loss.

Was she a close friend?

Yes. Anna.

One of the key committee members of the theater.

Almost irreplaceable.

But, darling, we're not going to lose our little theater, are we?

No, of course we're not, darling.

But we do need to find a replacement

with a bit of spare investment cash and sharpish

the council has been after that plot for years.

What do you mean?

Well, if we don't complete the committee within a month

the council will slap a compulsory order on the theater

and turn it into flats.

How can they do that?

It was left to Sainte Victoire by

a benevolent theater buff years ago.

To keep it fair the council insisted there was always

a committee of four that's just a smokescreen.

The minute interest wanes

they'll snap it up in a heartbeat.

What are they like?

You would be interested, would you, Jean?

Well, I don't mind making the numbers up.

T-t-temporarily.

Thanks, Jean, you're wonderful.

Now, do you mind if I pop this up

in honor of our dear departed Anna?

Go for it.

I'm just gonna pop to the loo.

You fancy a bit of theater, darling?

Not really my thing.

You're a piece of work, Georgina.

You've got some nerve coming back again.

Jean, you must come and meet Anna's daughter.

She's into antiques too.

Religious ones, if I remember rightly.

Huh, huh.

Come on.

My condolences again.

Now, this is Jean.

She's an antique dealer, too.

- We have met. - Now, Vivienne.

We're interviewing prospective candidates tomorrow

to try and fill your mother's rather sensational shoes.

I-I wonder if you'd like to follow in her footsteps.

I am not really sure that's Vivienne's thing.

Although where we're going to find someone who understands

the fourth wall like Anna is beyond me.

Absolutely not, I loathe the theater.

I remember this one sitzprobe.

I'm sorry, did you just say you loathe the theater?

What my daughter is trying to say is that

no one may not be the most appropriate--

And then is that an Order of the Stage pin?

Yes, yes it is.

The Order of the Stage.

The great British theater charity.

They select with their membership.

I'm very impressed Jules, that you're a member of the

British Order of the Stage, especially you being French.

Rumor has it you were quite the director

back in the day, toast of the West End.

I wouldn't go that far Jeremy

but um, I had a few good reviews.

If you'd excuse us, our lawyer.

Yes, the Order of the Stage,

I wasn't actually a member as you remember Mason.

I'm sure you did, but dear...

And he introduces to me...

Now, Jean,

you won't let us down, tomorrow afternoon.

Sainte Victoire Theater.

No, of course.

Of course, yeah.

Hello.

I am here on a professional matter, Madame White.

- I need your help. - My help?

I know that we did not get of to the best of beginnings.

But I also know that you

have a reputation for solving mysteries.

And that is exactly what I have here.

Yesterday I found out that

Anna Dumonet was not my real mother.

My solicitor gave me this at the wake.

It is a letter from Anna on her death bed, telling me so.

You had no idea?

My real mother, was Anna's sister.

Genevieve Harris, an English actress who was

murdered after a show at the Sainte Victoire Theater

48 years ago.

Huh, that's awful.

Jean, I want to know,

who murdered my real mother, Genevieve Harris.

Well, have you been to the police?

There is nothing they can do to help.

I'm not sure why I can--

She also...

left this.

Huh!

Let's have a closer look.

That's interesting.

Now, I wonder...

Yup, as I thought.

This is a poison ring.

Poison ring?

Yeah.

Victorian.

Hang on.

This must be my father.

I'll help you.

Genevieve Harris.

Help yourself.

How long do you keep an archive for?

Indefinitely.

There is not really a time limit.

King John.

Yes, founder of the murder scene.

"My darling sister Anna.

"This is of some urgency.

"I have still had no contact with my love

"Count Christophe.

"I believe he is trapped

"behind a wall of Moldovian Royal politics.

"And they are keeping him from me.

Not only that, but I think I'm being watched."

Carry on.

"But, Anna, he truly loves me.

"He has given me a piece of treasure

"from the Royal Collection to prove it.

"I know his family wants it back.

"But they will never find it.

I've hidden it here, in the Sainte Victoire Theater."

What authority would it need, to get this evidence

back into the possession of the family?

A simple signature from the family.

The case, was closed years ago.

Great, thank you.

How did you know I was here?

You're not into the theater.

I know you've been in this play for two years.

So, how've you been?

Jack left me.

Sold my paperweight, and left me penniless.

Was that the paperweight what you stole from Dom

last time you did a flit?

I'm sorry.

It's not me you need to apologize to.

It's your daughter.

How is she? I'd really love to see her.

You'll have a job.

You see, Georgina, when you left her the last time

she was in such a state,

that she had to leave here, leave Sainte Victoire

because it reminded her too much of you.

Well, where is she?

Backpacking in America.

Took me only son with her as well, so thanks for that, love.

How long you?

Near, nearly a few days.

Please don't tell Dom I'm here.

My father was aristocracy.

It would seem so from that inscription.

And as you can see, the Moldovian secret police

may have been responsible for Genevieve's murder.

I mean, they certainly wanted their treasure back.

I don't understand, why this

was kept for me all this time.

A-and, i-i-if the police knew all this,

why did not they pursue it?

Well, they did.

But they didn't find anything.

And there's something else.

This is the statement,

from the young stage doorkeeper.

That night, he thought everyone had left.

But then he heard a baby crying.

And that's when he found Genevieve's body.

That baby was you, Vivienne.

What do I do now?

Well, you need answers.

Why don't you take up that position

as patron at the theater?

What?

Well, it means you'd have full reign of the building

and access to all the historical files.

It's might an idea.

I really don't know why we're bothering

we're never going to find anyone.

Cedric, I noticed the top window

in dressing room eleven has been smashed.

- Can you fix it, please? - Dressing room eleven?

You know, the one that no one will go in.

And I will not also.

Come on, Cedric.

That all happened years ago.

You locals.

I do not go in dressing room eleven.

I understand.

Maybe that will help.

I will try and do it tonight.

Bonjour.

Hello!

Hello, Vivienne, I didn't expect to see you here.

I thought about what you said, Jeremy, about my mother.

If you allow me, I would like to

take my mother's place as a patron.

I thought you said you loathe the theater.

I know I did, but theater runs in my blood.

I think it is only right.

I should carry my mother's legacy.

I think Vivianne's got a point.

And what better mentor could she have than you, Jeremy?

What was I thinking?

We'd be delighted to have you on the committee, Vivienne.

- Won me everyone. - Lovely.

Well, thank goodness that's all sorted out.

Now can I please have a very large gin and tonic?

- You did great. - You sure?

Absolutely.

I've got to do a bit more digging.

But I'll meet you later at the La Couronne okay, I'll text you.

- Thank you, Jean. - You're very welcome.

You're the lady that owns a religious antique shop?

I am.

Business good?

Yes.

Taxi business is slow.

I have to consider a career change.

I'm the guy who smashed the parrot in the shop.

It was worth the five euro loss to see your face.

Hi, ya!

So,

I've been doing some research on your dad.

And it seems that it's quite possible that it was

the Moldovian secret police that was following your mother.

Like she said.

But why?

Well, Moldova was a troubled society.

And they certainly would not have wanted

one of their treasures being given to an English actress.

Do you think, my father is still alive?

Count Christophe...

the man whom I think is your father.

Wow, he was um...

he was a rebel to his class.

But unfortunately, it appears he died

fighting alongside his people.

In the Transnistria War of 1990.

Vivienne, I know it's hard.

But the best thing we can do now,

In memory of your mother and your father,

it is to get inside that theater

and see if your treasure is still there.

Hi, I got your call.

That looks nasty.

It was definitely a blow to the head that killed him.

Not always fatal, but a piece of glass

became lodged in his skull.

Most of the glass had been cleared away by the killer

but forensics did find another fragment

that is being dusted for prints.

The coroner has estimated

the time of death as midnight.

You got any leads?

It's early days...

This box, was found on the floor.

Other than that, nothing at the moment.

Well, the patina looks familiar.

Can I take some photos of this?

I'm going to have to do a bit of research.

Of course.

- Susie? - Yeah?

What's happening at the theater?

Tonight's show has been canceled

and we've got to leave.

What am I going to do? I'm staying at the theater.

My landlady has thrown me out, Susie, I've got no money.

Well, I don't know, Georgina, it's not my problem.

Well, where do I go?

Hey, fancy coming to our house tonight for some dinner?

I've got a big bag of mussels.

I think they might be on the turn

but there's only one way to find out you know.

Well, even though that sounds irresistible, Dominic.

I think I'll pass.

Tell you what, though

do you fancy fixing a leaky tap?

Try euphemism.

You fix it for me, and I'll swap your bag of manky mussels

for a lovely homemade chicken casserole.

- Deal? - Deal.

- Yeah. - Good.

- Hooray. - Yeah, hold on.

Just the washer.

Not the tap.

I mean, yes, the tap.

Thank you.

But...

Hooray for Holly wood.

What, the screwy bally-hooey Hollywood?

Not the place.

The wood, from the holly tree.

I thought the box was too plain at first.

I'd only seen the ones with ornate silver work

on the corner before, and that's what threw me.

Wow!

What?

I think this is a Faberge Box.

But what was inside it?

Don't say aftershave.

I-I wasn't gonna say aftershave.

It must've been Genevieve's treasure inside this box.

Now, Vivienne's real dad

was Count Christophe.

And the aristocracy were huge collectors.

Collectors of what?

Hey.

I think I've worked out what the hidden treasure is.

Go on.

- I think, it's a Faberge egg. - Okay.

I mean, I've got a bit more digging to do,

but I'm definitely onto something.

Very good.

How did it go at the theater?

We have a fingerprint

from the fragment of glass that was found.

Two murders in the same dressing room 48 years apart.

- I mean, what are the odds? - Very small, I guess.

Being the first person to read Genevieve's script

after all these years,

I feel like I've opened Pandora's box.

I-I'm sorry to disappoint you, Madame White,

but you are not the first person to read that script.

What do you mean?

Madame Belvoir, the Dumonet's lawyer.

She looked at this historic evidence a week before you did.

I did record it.

She was very thorough, she took many pictures.

Let's bring her in.

The questions could not wait until morning.

In English, if you don't mind.

For the benefit of my colleague.

Where were you last night?

At home alone.

Is there anyone who can confirm this?

No, and there's no need to either.

Why did you ask to look at the historical murder evidence

of Genevieve Harris?

That happened 48 years ago.

Her sister Anna, instructed me to tie up

any loose ends regarding her estate.

I was simply doing my job.

My colleague said you took

many pictures of the script.

And?

Above and beyond the call of duty don't you think?

It's convenient, that you would've

learned from reading the script,

that there was treasure,

Hidden in the theater all the same time?

I had no interest in this.

Where did you cut your hand?

I was gardening yesterday.

On the very same day the doorkeeper

was murdered by a glass object?

In the very same theater that you

discovered that treasure was hidden.

I am leaving now.

Madame Belvoir, until we can verify your version of events,

you are going to be held here.

I'm warning you, Caron.

If you do not let me go home now

I will bring the whole force of the law down on you,

for wrongful arrest.

You are not under arrest.

You are, helping us, with our inquiries.

You're going to regret this, Caron.

And you, Madam White.

Morning, the theater's open again?

Would you like to come to see the show tonight, Gloria?

I want to make it up to you.

Um, and there's a few things I need to explain.

I don't think so, Georgina.

We used to be best friends, Glo.

And I-I-I'm...

I'm just so alone, please.

For old time's sake.

So how many dressing rooms exactly

are there in the theater?

Twelve altogether.

But only eleven of them are in use.

And there's nowhere to plug your hair dryer in.

I looked an absolute fright in Joan of Arc.

Excuse me.

You brought it.

Now, I thought I was the first person

to read Genevieve's script.

But I was wrong, Madame Belvoir got there before me.

Our lawyer. You think she could have killed Cedric?

She's got no alibi.

And apart from you, she's the only person that

knows that there's treasure hidden in the theater.

Caron's holding her now.

I'm going to take another look at this.

Thank you, Jean.

Por favor.

Thank you so much for coming, Glo.

You've no idea how much it means.

- You're, very good, must go now. - Gloria.

Can I ask?

Was Claudette really that upset that she had to leave town?

It just doesn't sound like her.

Yes, Georgina, she was.

We've all got our limits.

This is what you've done to her time and time again.

What you've done to all of us.

I'm so sorry.

I don't really care about me.

But you stole from my best mate

after ripping his heart in two.

And you can't even keep in touch with your own daughter.

I have tried, Gloria, she must've,

changed her number.

Do you blame her?

Just leave as soon as you can, Georgina.

God forbid Dom sees you.

Look after yourself.

But please,

don't come back again.

Police, police, please.

Andre?

Andre, you there?

- You okay? - Pardon?

Well you said it was an emergency, so I just presumed--

Dom!

Thank God you're here.

I was attacked in the theater.

What is she doing here?

How long have you been back?

Well, I'm not, technically back.

It was part of my tour schedule.

- How long? - Two days.

I don't believe this.

Dom,

I need somewhere to stay tonight.

And you want to stay at mine?

- Are you serious? - Dom.

She's injured and she has nowhere to stay.

Please.

Come on.

Well, please say something, Dom.

You know our daughter, is currently traveling

halfway around the world

to forget what you did to us.

Like, I can't say that I'm sorry enough.

You can stay for one night in Claudie's room.

Then in the morning I want you gone.

But all my stuff's at the theater.

I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

I thought, you might want to stay with me tonight.

You can't possibly be serious.

Bring your stuff over tomorrow.

And by the way

if you're thinking about it, there is nothing left to nick.

Where did you sleep?

In Madeline.

It was late, so,

didn't want to disturb you, but...

I couldn't be in the same house as Georgina.

I am always gonna have to put up with her, aren't I?

Now listen,

you are a wonderful father.

And your relationship with Claudie is strong.

It's really strong.

I know she had to escape to clear her head, but,

that's not your fault.

No. It's half my fault that

Georgina keeps appearing

and messing up Claudie's life, isn't it?

And I chose her, I married her.

Now, come on, Dom.

You're the half that's always been there for Claudie.

The constant half.

Why don't you try and get

a couple of hours sleep in this spare room?

Straighten yourself out.

Physically, not emotionally.

Yeah.

Yes, sounds like a good idea.

Jean.

Thanks,

You know for...

everything.

Any new discoveries?

What's this date in the corner of the script?

It's got me baffled.

The 12th of the second, 89.

Well, it can't have anything to do with the theater in 1989

because Genevieve would already been murdered by then.

So let's look at, theater 1889.

Well, the Garrick Theater, London, opened in 1889.

The lighting is electricity

supplemented by gas in case of accident.

Apparently loads of theaters

in Europe followed their league.

Hang on.

Bingo.

In 1899, the Sainte Victoire

Theater got electricity too.

That's it.

- What's it? - Well...

What if the Faberge egg,

Is hidden inside the old lighting box?

Come on.

There's nothing in there then?

No.

Hold on.

My God.

Anything?

It's, smooth.

And, shaped like an egg.

Back to the drawing board then.

Well...

Listen, Jean.

I told Georgina I'd pick her stuff up, don't mind, do ya?

No, of course not, come on.

Nothing changes.

I haven't smelled that for years.

Yeah, yeah the irony was never lost on me.

She wore a perfume called Poison.

Do you want me to do it?

- Would you? - Yeah.

Go on, you wait outside, I'll pack her stuff.

Thanks, Jean.

Is that an Order of the Stage pin.

Yes, yes, it is.

Jules!

Dom.

Dom.

Jules Dumonet

was going to marry, Genevieve Harris.

Before her sister, Anna.

What?

Look!

It says here that she dumped him very publicly,

for a Moldovian aristocrat.

Blimey!

- Vivienne's real dad. - Yeah.

I need to call Caron.

Please, come in, come in.

- Coffee? - No, thank you.

We have a few questions, if you don't mind them.

We were wondering if,

if this belongs to you.

My precious pin.

Merci, where did you find it?

I-i-in all those years, it has never fallen off.

Well, I found it.

On the floor of a dressing room

in the Sainte Victoire Theater.

Where an actress, was attacked last night.

Why were you in that dressing room last night?

Were you looking for the treasure?

And were you looking for it when you attacked Cedric?

But, I...

I-I-I really have no idea what you're talking about.

A piece of glass, from the bottle you attacked Cedric with

has a fingerprint on it.

I'm sure if we checked it against your fingerprints

it would be a match.

I thought that he had found it before me.

I saw red.

When I read Anna's letter, and found out that,

Genevieve, had hidden something

very valuable in the theater

I had to have it at all cost.

Why?

B-b-because it was Genevieve's.

I loved her.

Deeply.

You know, she was always meant to be mine.

But her head was turned, but...

By Count Christophe.

He got her pregnant.

Then he disappeared.

She came back to me and

we announced our engagement.

After she had the, the baby,

we went on tour together, the three of us.

We were going to be a family.

You, Genevieve, and Vivienne?

Yes.

But then,

the great Count Christophe III came back.

He heard that he had a child and

she dumped me, again.

And this time, very publicly.

It was in all the gossip columns.

But we had to carry on with the tour.

You know, i-it was torture.

It's all coming clear to me now.

No wonder she thought she was being watched.

But it wasn't by the Moldovian secret police, was it?

It was by you.

Jules...

did you kill Genevieve?

I desperately wanted her back.

I just went to plead with her to,

to tell her she was making a huge mistake.

How dare you?

Leave me alone.

I thought that, Vivienne

was with the nanny that night.

As I fled,

I swore that I would, always

always look after that baby.

That's why I-I-I married

Anna out of guilt.

We vowed t-to keep my relationship

with Genevieve secret.

And we agreed, never to tell

Vivienne that Anna wasn't her mother.

How very touching.

Two murders.

Cedric and Genevieve,

and still no prize.

Thank you for meeting me, Jean.

No problem.

- Have you seen your father? - Yes.

As you can understand, it's a lot for me to process.

Of course.

Even after all he did, he was the most amazing father.

I don't expect you to understand.

Will you take one more look around with me?

For the Faberge egg?

To be honest with you, if that egg is in this theater

that would be a fairy tale find.

- A what? - A fairy tale find.

A find so good it can't possibly be true.

But I have just found out

my father is Moldovian aristocracy.

Is that not the stuff made of fairy tales?

Lead the way.

I'm so sorry.

We have to try.

- Thank you for helping me. - It's my pleasure.

Here you go.

Actually,

do you mind if I just have one more look at this?

Um,

I know it sounds silly, but,

that date.

But it's still bothering me.

Maybe...

Maybe it's not a date.

Let's try, okay.

Page, page 89.

Sync to, line,

12.

"To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,

To throw a perfume on the violet."

Of course, come on.

I think,

I found, your treasure.

That does not look like an egg.

No.

But it does suspiciously look like

a Faberge Lily of the Valley flower.

A flower?

And, it is very rare.

Well, you can tell by the complexity

of the construction that it's genuine.

So we have rock crystal,

Nephrite,

Gold,

Pearls.

Rose diamonds.

Yes.

All the ingredients.

If you are right,

what is it worth?

Well, with a provenance like yours,

and to the right collector.

I'd say,

Over 800,000 euros.

How can I ever thank you?

Believe me,

If I'm holding a real

Faberge Lily of the Valley,

then it's me who should be thanking you.

I hope you understand why I'm not giving you a lift.

Of course.

Hello, my darling globetrotter.

Who's run out of money this time then, you or Xav?