Recipes for Love and Murder (2022) s02e04 Episode Script

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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