Recipes for Love and Murder (2022) s02e07 Episode Script

[Maria] Previously on
"Recipes for Love and Murder"
I believe his face turning black
was a dead giveaway
of him being poisoned.
Did you spot that immediately?
That was spotted
before I even got there.
It was Leonard
who pointed it out.
Photos at a funeral?
Is it for the paper?
No. No, it's for myself.
Jackie, she's such
an inspiration, you know.
My muse.
You be careful, Jackie. We
don't yet know the full extent
of his fascination with you.
I'm sorry. We need to break up.
-Why?
-[Jessie] It's complicated.
People have a tendency
to die around you, Maria.
Men in particular.
I wonder
what she poisoned him with.
Some alcohol, do you think?
Or maybe it was just dinner.
I'm running for mayor.
-Inspiring.
-[both chuckling sweetly]
-DON'T BE NAUGHTY, VOTE
-DON'T BE SQUARE, VOTE
Where are the tablecloths?
Cherize, did you bring?
People are
already queueing outside
and I'm not opening those doors
until these horrid tables are
covered.
Come on, people! This is Eden.
Come, come, come!
[Lucille clearing throat]
Sorry
[inhaling sharply] Ooh, sorry
Sorry. Thank you.
Sorry, do you mind if I come
in front of you? Thank you.
Oh, I hope they open up soon. I
wanna get this done before work.
Well, since we have the time
You've all read our candidates'
policy documents, right?
No? Well, let me tell you
then I can't sleep at night.
Pregnancy,
flatulence, terrible thing.
So, I've read them all.
And Hattie's, actually,
is by far the clearest
and the most practical.
By far.
[Elna clearing throat]
It is illegal to harass people
outside an election station.
I'm not harassing.
It's not illegal
to have opinions, Elna, man.
Huh? Right?
I'm going
to open these doors now,
and I will have an orderly flow
through my station.
Everybody got that?
Good.
Happy voting day!
[mouthing] Vote for Hattie.
[Aileen] Dear Maria
[crying softly] Sister
Oh
I'm sorry, I haven't
called you that in so long.
I remember how,
in the beginning,
we only used "sister"
when we spoke.
I wanted to thank you.
Not just for your
hospitality under such
trying circumstances. [scoffing]
But for showing me how little
my so-called husband
actually cared for me.
How he's been twisting and
infecting my thoughts for years.
You are completely obsessed
and have dragged my life
into your obsession.
I'm doing this for us!
By turning me
against my only sister?
-She's not your sister.
-Oh! Oh, oh, oh
Oh, you tell me
one thing about me
about why you love me.
We've made it this far, hen.
-Don't.
-This is the last step.
The exhumation will finally
prove that Mickey was poisoned.
[scoffing]
I'm sorry
I turned on you, Maria.
And it was Ricus
who helped me understand
that by me lashing out at you
was my way
of processing Mickey's death.
It must've been devastating
losing your brother and Maria
at the same time.
Ay, it was.
It feels like
a thick Scottish mist
has finally lifted from my soul.
I need to reconnect to myself
to my femininity.
I'm leaving him, Maria.
It's over.
So
I've taken the liberty
of selling my half
of your house back to you
in exchange
for this fridge magnet I love.
I hope you don't
miss it too much.
A lawyer will be contacting you.
Dot the i's, cross the t's.
I hope you never have to worry
about your home ever again.
And I hope
to visit again one day
but on your terms.
I've got a lot to figure out.
It won't be easy.
But it's my work to do.
So, for now
goodbye, sister.
Well now
[Morag clucking]
Morag?
Mm we've got
some celebrating to do.
[Maria chuckling]
Our kitchen is ours again.
Just for you and me.
Oh, yes!
[Maria] There are days when you
need something sweet and tangy
that melts in your mouth
[contented sigh]
and eases your whole being.
Fresh coconut
The thing
about fresh ingredients is,
they make you feel fresh.
From your mouth
to your heart
to your brain.
And just like your thoughts,
don't overdo it
with ingredients.
[Cedric] Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
I've harboured impure thoughts,
and I've broken the sanctity
of the confessional booth.
[Maria] Sometimes we're hurting
and we need things
that are light
[lock clanging]
Come.
[Maria] delicate, soft.
-Who bailed me out?
-Who do you think, Jaco?
[Maria] Ooh
Sometimes, you want
to be reminded of happy times
[Lucille] I didn't know
they'd be so hectic, Father.
But this trimester
Wow, I'm really having
some mad dreams.
[Maria] Pure pleasure
Including some compromising
ones about you, Father.
[Maria] And sometimes, you just
need to indulge yourself.
Should I tell you details?
Probably best you keep that
between you and God.
I don't think
I must tell God that.
[Maria] Not bad.
[knocking on door]
[Khaya] The door was open.
I was just, um,
airing the place out a bit.
I just met up
with your brother-in-law.
Oh, ex-brother-in-law.
Or, soon-to-be.
-Really?
-Mm-hm.
Oh, that explains his outburst.
Oh, do tell.
Well, I gave him our transcript
of your interview with Piet,
and the official report
that to us
you demonstrated
no signs of guilt.
I'm glad
Piet came to that conclusion.
Are you okay?
I am. I'm more than okay.
But thank you for checking,
and good luck out there.
I know you think that
we don't know what we're doing.
Oh, I don't think that at all.
The whole thing seems to be
more and more complicated.
Every time I try
to grab hold of some logic,
it just slips away from me.
If you have any brainwaves,
I'm open.
Whatever it takes to solve this.
Okay?
[bell jingling]
Jess, how are things
going at the voting station?
-I don't know?
-You haven't voted yet?
We should
do a piece about the suspects.
Lay out all the facts
in black and white.
Get the town talking,
shake things up.
The police don't have a damn
clue where to begin, clearly.
Just because
you broke up with him
doesn't mean
you have to trash him in public.
What?
Firstly, Eden actually
has good cops
that care about the community,
so, be grateful.
Good cops can still
be bad detectives, Hattie.
And secondly
Regardt is about the only catch
in this
godforsaken dating-desert,
and he's a gentleman.
Where are you gonna
find another guy like him?
We have more important things
to focus on.
He's so rare
-I might even have a go.
-A go?
You know
the good old college try.
I don't know what you did
in college, but if I even see
one of your flirty posters
looking at him, I will burn you.
Oh, you see? You do still care
about him. I thought you did.
Flirty posters?
Shouldn't you be outside
kissing dogs, petting babies?
-It's election day.
-Watch your tongue, missy.
This constant campaigning
feels rather crude now.
Oh, I'm not gonna win anyway.
Okay, fine. I'll go vote.
Don't on my account!
I've come to realise that
politics is desperately boring
and insanely complicated.
My energies can get
much more done elsewhere.
So, when can I expect
your piece on the new suspects?
-Have I been demoted again?
-Let's say by eight.
[Maria] You're trespassing
on private property.
All the pieces are in place.
We can sell the house,
force you out, exhume Mickey,
prove you killed him,
and then all the money is ours.
The life you stole from us.
If you're not going to leave,
I'll have to call the police.
We both know
they're far too busy.
It'll take at least half an hour
to get here anyway,
and a lot can happen
in half an hour.
Are you threatening me?
I don't know how
you got under Aileen's skin
But she'll get over it.
She'll remember who
stuck by her all these years
when you took
her brother away from her
and then abandoned her yourself.
Do you have any idea
what you did to me?
I lost my job over you!
Stupid fools who couldn't see
the kind of person you are.
I think that you're
misrepresenting the facts.
The facts are these,
and only these
that my husband died.
That I left the country
to return to my family home,
and didn't feel like keeping
in touch with my past life
because my husband
was an abuser.
You hid from us.
Until you arrived
on my stoep with Aileen,
I hadn't given you a moment's
thought in my entire life.
I vaguely recall a cop calling
by the day Mickey died,
but I couldn't honestly say it
was you or someone else. You
didn't matter to me.
I had no idea you had married
Aileen until she wrote to me.
I wasn't hiding from you!
I was hiding from myself.
-I'm warning you--
-Oh no, no, no, no
I'm bored with you now.
You can leave.
One
What are you doing?
-Two
-You're an insane person!
[laughing]
Right, where's that docket
on Jaco that I asked for?
I'm going to squeeze him
until he confesses to something.
-Why's it so thin?
-He's not on the internet much.
But what about his record?
Mostly juvenile offences,
and those are all sealed. Sorry.
But I can't
interrogate him with nothing.
You also can't interrogate him
because Regardt bailed him out.
What? When?
This morning.
Posted bail and everything.
Results of
your lab tests are in, though.
That's the second suspect
that has an intimate
relationship with my colleagues.
It's a small town, sir.
Bring Jaco in for questioning.
Cuff him to a desk if you must.
I'm going to speak to Jackie.
But why her?
The poison
that turned Marius' face black
was administered post-mortem.
Who poisons a corpse?
That's what I hope
Jackie can clear for me.
[knocking on door]
Piet, hi. Can I help you?
I hope so. Where's Leonard?
Um, he didn't
come to work today.
When last did you see him?
Yesterday, before you warned me.
Honestly, I'm glad
he didn't come in.
Jackie, would Leonard have had
any access to Marius' body?
Of course.
You know that. Why, Piet?
I need you to tell me everything
you know about Leonard.
How did he get this job? What
do you know about his family?
-But, I--
-Please. It's important.
[Ricus] Hattie?
I didn't expect
to see you here on your big day.
News doesn't rest, Ricus.
You're a pillar
of the community.
Thanks. Where are you off to?
I'm doing a sweep of town
to see who I can drag
with me to the voting station.
My civic duty, and all.
Quite right.
And very good of you.
Well, I haven't been
this excited about a candidate
in the longest time
And which candidate
would that be?
My vote, my secret.
She's not running anymore.
Unless you're here
to big up Chantal.
In that case,
good luck to you, sir.
-You're joking.
-Technically, I'm still running.
But then I realised
I'm fine with losing.
And then I realised
I actually want to lose.
Well, that takes courage.
I'd like to take
a very hands-on approach.
But I'm afraid
that local politics
might tie me down too much.
No, I understand. I like
working with my hands too.
Really getting in there,
working up a sweat
I'm still voting for you.
If you want to. But, please
don't feel obliged.
Mm-mm! No. No, out.
What you doing anyway?
Rummaging in my good meat?
Sorry, the temperature
at the Gazette
is a bit hot for me
at the moment.
Just remember, any wors you
touch in here you pay for, hey?
-Uh-huh.
-[bell jingling]
-Hello.
-[Jaco] Hi.
I just wanted to tell you
-I'm not saying anything.
-Fine. Cool.
Yeah. I think
it's better for everyone.
Better to just avoid things.
I wanted to say good luck, and
I hope things turn out for you.
Thank you. Same to you.
You want some biltong for that
mouth of yours, young man?
It's harder to say things you
shouldn't while you're chewing.
You get me?
-And that?
-[bell jingling]
Don't know.
Super busy, gotta go.
[Craig] Not really
my idea of a fun date.
[Ms September chuckling]
Voting is always
a celebration in this country.
Also, I bloody well
want to earn my right to moan,
so you'll just
stand here with me and earn it.
Besides, if Hattie's busy being
mayor, Jessie gets more work.
It's a win-win.
Quite the turnout, hey?
I actually
don't have time for this,
but Hattie
will never forgive me.
You don't have to vote
for Hattie if you don't want to.
-What?
-She told me herself
She's taking
the zen approach to it all.
Hey, man, are you okay?
You look a bit
Yeah, I'm just
I'm going
to stand in the other line.
[cellphone vibrating]
Leonard didn't
arrive at work today,
and there's something not
right about that guy.
I can't believe
he drew my attention
to Marius' face turning black.
That's bold as anything.
I'm launching
a full manhunt for Leonard.
This is urgent.
Okay, I'm coming.
[Maria] Hattie, I thought
you'd be out campaigning.
Mm.
I have had a morning soaking up
some sensory pleasures
and feeling at one
with the world.
I highly recommend it.
Please tell us you brought
that feeling in food form.
Iced Hertzoggies,
made fresh this morning.
Yes, please! One of each.
Thanks.
-Hattie
-You've got mail.
[Maria] Huh
[Leonard] Dear Tannie,
I'm writing to you
because it's time that
the whole town knows the truth.
And I'm not asking for a recipe,
because there are some things
that food can't fix.
I killed Frank.
I wanted Jackie,
he had her, but it was
just too much for me to bear.
[camera shutter clicking]
I skipped movie night
to follow them.
I was filled with such rage
knowing that she was trapped
by such a flawed man
I had to kill him
to set her free.
But then she went straight into
the arms of that cop.
When I found Marius
it was like a gift
The second dead body
was quite convenient
[camera shutter clicking]
Just like Frank,
Marius was a bad man
Full of pride and arrogance.
If I could
make it look like murder,
it would throw Jackie's
new boyfriend cop off the trail.
Another flawed man.
This has all gone too far.
I'm spinning out of control.
Look, I know I'll never get her,
so this just has to stop.
If I can't have her
nobody can.
Oh no Oh no!
-This is awful!
-[Jessie] What?
-Is this real?
-[Maria] I think so.
[Jessie] It's signed,
"Leonard, the Avenging Angel".
Leonard the morgue guy?
Khaya, there's something
you need to see.
We're on our way.
You have to find Leonard.
Leonard, the morgue guy.
-Yes, but why do you say that?
-Oh
Here.
-We're on the same page.
-Well, that's new.
This was taken the night
Khaya's tyres were slashed.
I didn't
know your tyres were slashed.
How did you know it was Leonard?
[Piet] I just had a hunch.
The guy was taking photos
at the memorial service.
-That seemed an odd thing to do.
-[Maria] Mm
[Khaya] Leonard had
access to Marius' body
to make his accidental death
look like it's a murder
just to throw us off. That's
what he's talking about here.
To make us all
think it was Jaco.
He was the one who told me
to take
a closer look at Marius' body.
But further
autopsy reports confirmed
it wasn't the poison
that killed Marius.
So, you're sure
this letter's real?
He knows too many details
for it not to be.
What do you know about him,
about his past?
Oh, virtually nothing.
Klaasen ran him
through the system,
no priors, no previous
marriages, no social network.
It's bloody annoying
if you ask me.
-We need to get these up.
-Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.
We must start a manhunt now.
If jealousy is his motive,
you might also be in danger.
Don't worry about me.
And Jackie, is she okay?
I will, um, we will make sure
that she's okay.
[Maria] I'll take them. Okay.
[McClintock] Thank God.
There's no signal here.
[Ricus] Welcome to the Karoo.
It's harsh,
but the people are friendly.
No, they're not.
Bloke in a white pick-up--
-Bakkie.
-"Bakkie"
sped past 15 minutes ago.
Didn't even stop to help.
Yeah, that's Oom Dawie.
He left his workers on the field
to drive home
to call me from his landline
to come and help you.
Oh
You don't happen
to be Scottish, do you?
Yes, why?
There's a Scottish guy
running around town
making my friend's life hell.
Maybe your friend deserves it.
Yep, it's overheated.
Ay, I can see that.
The heat and smoke gave it away.
When last did you check the oil?
I've been busy.
-I'm afraid I can't help you.
-You're a mechanic.
But I can tow you
to the next town
if you promise
never to come back.
Or you can call yourself
an Uber, or something.
-Go time?
-[Jessie] Go time.
[Maria] The police
are launching a massive manhunt.
I told Piet the Gazette guys
will put up the wanted posters.
[Hattie] Great idea.
I'll let them know.
He's always given me the creeps.
I'll see
what I can find on old Lenny.
But Piet said Klaasen
had already taken a look.
She did a police search.
I'm gonna use millennial
online hunting techniques.
[Hattie] I don't even
want to know.
Where are the Gazette´s photos
of the night of the fire?
Maybe if we look around the
guesthouse we might spot him.
I've printed some for an exhibit
at the local library.
The rest are on a hard drive.
I'm worried lots of people might
not end up voting with all this.
-Don't. I'm so over politics.
-Really?
This is far better
at getting my blood pumping.
[Hattie muttering indistinctly]
I missed this.
I mean, not the whole
murderer-on-the-loose thing,
but us.
Me too. What was I thinking,
going into politics?
Okay, okay, we don't need the
whole cheesy reunion episode.
[Maria] Jessie we're allowed
to recognise something happy
in the middle of all this mess.
I got my house back. For good.
-Hooray!
-What? You didn't say anything.
I'm still processing,
but Aileen seems to have
taken a turn for the better.
She sold me her half of my house
for a fridge magnet!
That's why you
were sitting eating your senses?
Or whatever you
were up to this morning.
Yes, it felt wrong to be happy
when everyone else is stressed
and mourning, but I am
happy.
Fabulous.
Is that dreadful McClintock
fellow out of the picture?
It seems so,
for me and for Aileen.
Fantastic.
Look at us,
turning this year around.
What are you
feeling good about, Jess?
I cheated on Regardt with Jaco.
That's not
what I'm feeling good about.
I'm not feeling good at all.
I feel awful.
With his brother, Jessie?
He's just about a toyboy to you!
I know, I know.
-You know he's an addict.
-And a thief.
Are you done?
I'm the worst, okay? There's
nothing you can say to me
that I haven't
already said to myself.
Oh, sorry. Sorry, sorry,
you must be feeling terrible.
We still love you.
If I can't flirt with Regardt,
can I have a go with Jaco?
Good grief!
I'm only kidding.
I'm not that desperate.
No, no, no, it's not that.
Look, that's Leonard.
[Maria] Why is his name
Patrick Fransen?
Multiple online identities
is a telltale sign of a stalker.
[Hattie] Or worse.
Let me run his alias
past my contact on the dark web.
You have contacts
on the dark web?
It's not how it sounds.
My aunt's ex-husband's
cousin has a consultancy.
They specialise
in digital forensic deep dives.
[Hattie] Whatever
You have so many
relatives in this town, Jessie,
I'm often surprised
you're not, in fact,
related to myself or Hattie.
Does Regardt know
you cheated on him?
Hattie
What? These are
important questions.
We're a sisterhood
supporting our sister,
but we need the facts.
-Basic journalism, Jess.
-[door opening]
Ladies, did you
not get the message?
[all] No
There's a lockdown.
Like, full on.
The police are telling everyone
to go home and stay indoors.
But they can't do that!
No, that's good. It'll stop
Leonard from escaping.
If he hasn't gone already.
He probably dropped that letter,
went off to live his life
as Patrick or Daniel or
Fitzgibbon in another town.
[Doep] Okay, girls, you do you.
But we are going home
and battening down the hatches.
-Stay safe, hey? Come.
-[Jessie] Mm.
Alright, let's go.
[Hattie] No, I'm staying here.
This edition needs to get out.
We have a wide distribution,
and if he's anywhere
in the surrounding towns,
then they'll see him
in the paper, and know.
Patrick Fransen's ex-wife has
a restraining order against him.
[Hattie] I'll let Khaya know.
Oh, I should check if my family
knows about the lockdown.
[Maria] If I'm locking down,
I'm doing it with Morag.
You'll tell Khaya about Patrick,
Leonard, whatever his name is
If I find anything else, I'll
share it on our WhatsApp group.
[both] We have a WhatsApp group?
-[cellphones chiming]
-We do now.
Khaya?
[cellphone vibrating]
-Hello?
-Jaco, it's Jessie.
I didn't even know
you had my number.
Look, Jessie
-I don't feel comfortable--
-Have you seen Leonard?
Nobody can find him, but nobody
found you either, so I thought
maybe you might know
where he is.
If I see him, I'll tell you.
Well, Morag,
will you look at that.
[Morag clucking softly]
I know!
I would also
not have suspected Leonard.
Such an unassuming man.
Just one more moment.
You'll get your dinner soon.
["Kom Psalm"
by Sons of Trout playing]
[laughing]
Goodbye,
cockle-cocked McClintock!
May we never see
your beady little eyes again!
And Aileen Oh, Aileen.
I'm so glad
you're finding yourself,
but I'm even gladder
that it's far away from me.
[laughing loudly]
-[song continues on radio]
-Lord, have mercy on me ♪
Lord, have mercy ♪
Have mercy
Have mercy on me ♪
[Bronwyn] Oh, you're dead.
What? I don't wanna die!
Relax, you're not dead-dead.
Just in the game.
Nobody's gonna die tonight.
[dog barking]
Isn't this nice, hey? The four
of us spending time together.
Yeah, but it takes
a serial killer
for us to enjoy
each other's company.
He's not really
a serial killer, Bron.
Yeah, but
a killer's still a killer.
Can we stop talking
about killers, please?
So, who wants
custard with blood orange?
[Riley] Blood?
It's just an orange. [chuckling]
-Yeah, so yummy.
-But why are you eating blood?
[song continues in Xhosa]
[in English]
Lord, have mercy on me ♪
Lord, have mercy
Have mercy ♪
-Have mercy on ♪
-Ooh!
Me ♪
[Maria] Um, the thing is
I did want Mickey dead.
I was truly happy when he died.
When I realised he was
actually dead, it was like
a thousand pins
that had been piercing my skin
suddenly dropped to the floor,
and the weight
and the pain of that
was gone.
[Morag clucking]
[Morag tapping on glass]
Wine's not good for chickens.
I'd fantasised from time to time
about how I could do it.
Hold a pillow over his face,
arsenic in his Guinness. Oh
Turns out
his own greed killed him.
No.
One of the worst days of my
life One of the best, too.
[whispering] I will
never confess any of that
to another human being.
Lord, have mercy ♪
I do feel a bit better
now that I've told you.
Have mercy on ♪
me ♪
Regardt, I, uh
I owe you some explanation,
some reasons why we don't work.
So, what? You've been
You've been keeping
a secret list, or something?
No, it's not like that, but
I realise just ending it
isn't fair to you.
Well, explain it to me, Jessie.
Just tell me what I
need to do to win you back.
You don't understand how
important my career is to me.
Come on, Jess, I do!
I do! I can name
all your journalist idols!
You don't stop your mother
from saying casually,
and even
quite seriously racist things.
-Jess, she--
-And you You defend her.
You want kids, like, soon.
Now, probably.
I feel like I already
had kids with my siblings,
and they're
just growing up a bit.
I don't want more.
Not now, and maybe not ever.
I can't
promise you any, Regardt.
Anything else?
Your future's in Eden,
I don't know where mine is.
I think I'm done.
Okay. I hear you.
Don't be
so bloody understanding!
Come on, Jess! All of those
are things that I can work on.
I don't want you
to work on them!
I just want you to be you.
To be happy.
Okay
You do what you have to do
I'll wait.
I just need space.
Then that's what I'll give you.
[quadbike starting]
[Khaya] Oh, I'm sorry.
Sorry to wake you up.
Just wanted
to check if you're okay,
and I found you sleeping
outside during lockdown.
Yes, but I'm armed
and dangerous.
I didn't want
to bother you, really.
No, I appreciate it. Any luck?
We found his campsite at the
bottom of a nearby hiking trail.
An anonymous tip-off
sounded a lot like Jaco.
Hm
And you're certain it's him?
Well, Piet
is convinced it's him
and I'm convinced it might be.
I just can't see Leonard
doing all that.
Could you with Van Wyk?
Oh, there was
always something in his eyes
But, I suppose
that's easy to say now.
Leonard,
he's just so meek, or
Well, it's just my gut talking.
What's your gut saying?
I'm hungry.
[chuckling]
Any chance
food is still on offer?
Sure, of course.
[Maria sighing]
[lounge music playing]
[line ringing]
-Mama?
-Zinzdi?
Is everything alright?
I'm at a party right now.
-I don't want to disturb you.
-You sound different.
There's a lockdown here in Eden.
Wait, let me go elsewhere. Ma?
The police think
that Leonard is a murderer.
-Leonard?
-There's a manhunt for him now.
I'm so scared.
-Where are you now?
-I'm at home.
I'm at home, I'm just
Baby, I don't believe that
I was working with a killer.
Is Khaya there
looking after you?
Yes, he is.
He's right here with me now.
But don't worry about that. I
just wanted to hear your voice.
Okay, well say hi to him for me.
I will.
Enjoy your party,
and I love you so much.
I love you too, Ma.
And please look after yourself.
Or better yet, pack up your
stuff and come to me tomorrow.
Let's see how tonight turns out.
Thanks for the invitation.
Mama loves you.
You can bring
the fork back later.
Yeah, let me get going.
Can you find it
in your heart to sleep inside?
I'll highly appreciate it.
I'll see what I can do.
For Morag's sake.
You be safe too.
Well, goodness gracious me.
[birds chirping]
[telephone ringing]
Eden Police.
[distressed] Piet, it's Jackie.
Is Khaya there?
No, it's What's wrong?
Leonard is trying
to get into the morgue.
Okay, take cover. I'm coming.
-I'm scared!
-I'm coming!
Leonard!
Leonard!