The Madame Blanc Mysteries (2021) s02e02 Episode Script

The Victorian Comb

More Dom Perignon for my friends!
Evening, boys.
VOICEMAIL: 'Vous avez
trois nouveaux messages.'
JUDITH: 'Hello, darling, it's me.
Is everything all right?
'It's 8.30pm, 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.
I need your help.
Do you remember the first time
That my eyes set on you?
Your smile came from nowhere
For sometime never
or sometime soon
The road is a long one
I was only passing through
I was only passing through. ♪
I can't 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 any more
about visiting Simone in prison?
I've thought of little else
in the past six months
and now she's coming 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
could bring back
the hardest of memories.
Tell me about it.
I was cleaning the cottage out
one day
and I started welling up
over a soap dish.
Here's to our new shop.
Our new shop!
Ooh, I think I've got a few of those
little madeleine cakes in the back.
Yeah, just in the
in the corner there.
Oh, lovely.
Hello, Jean, it's 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!
Oh, I'm sorry, Judith, I haven't.
Oh, OK.
Thank you. Bye-bye.
Hello, Vernon,
how wonderful to see you.
I thought the photocall
was tomorrow?
It's good to see you.
I'm just having a little scan round
the old place to plan the image.
You don't mind, do you?
No, no, not at all.
Tres bien, tres bien.
Where's Jeremy, by the way?
Business meeting.
Ooh, 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.
Hey, do you know they've found
this super-Earth
called HD 219134 b?
That's catchy.
Shimmers red to blue,
like rubies and sapphires,
cos of the aluminium oxides.
Ooh. Rubies and sapphires
are the same stone, you know?
They both have identical chemical
properties, apart from the colour.
In fact, sapphires
come in a rainbow of colours,
except red.
They leave that for the ruby.
Oh, 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.
Yeah, it is.
So, what would you have done if it
had been worth, like, millions?
I'd I'd have probably
still come back here.
Quite the project, that.
I picked it up in a car boot sale
in Didsbury for a fiver.
Hm. Worth much now?
Er, well, late 18th century,
about two grand.
For a footstool?! SHE LAUGHS
Where's Jeremy and Judith?
They're normally first to arrive
when there's free food and booze
I just saw Caron taking Jeremy
into the police station.
Poor fella looked awful rough.
Was he handcuffed?
Come on, he probably just had a
few too many last night, that's all.
Ah, no, it looked
more dramatic than that.
I have a radar for drama.
You're not wrong there.
Judith, um,
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 us.
He's at the chateau this week,
funnily enough, doing a photoshoot.
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 I checked my voicemail
at 9.45,
which would've 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.
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 would 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,
Oh, no, no, no. On the house.
Thank you, Dom.
It's all right, mate,
it's only a fiver.
Once more unto the breach,
dear friends.
Once more.
The humiliation of Jean calling,
saying you had 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,
there was a dead woman
on the deck of the boat.
God, Jeremy, how awful!
Hang on.
You woke up next to a woman?
A dead woman.
I wasn't next to her.
Well, that's even worse.
How did you not know her name?
Well, 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 a cliff!
That's horrific.
You did say you didn't want me
to come home, so
You wake up next to a dead woman
and it's my fault now?
No, no, no, of course not. 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?
Ah, Judith! The door outside
will need repainting.
It doesn't match
the cover of the book.
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.
Oh, 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.
Er, 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 just asked
if I can paint a door urgently.
I mean, who needs
a door painting urgently?
I thought you'd just come back
from the chateau?
Oh, that reminds me,
why was Jeremy
in the police station?
Oh, something to do
with parking permits.
I'll pop up just in case.
Oof, Judith is panicking.
Apparently, they've got
a big photoshoot 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, it's a collector's item. Hey,
you could pop it in the window!
Somebody might buy it.
Oh, cheek!
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 or what?
Yeah, yeah, course you can.
Do you mind? I absolutely love him.
Of course I don't mind.
Come on then.
A bientot.
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.
Who's Rita?
Our cabin cruiser.
Jeremy woke up on our boat with
a dead body of a woman next to him.
Oh, that's awful.
Next to him?
Well, he said 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 tell you what, do you want me
to have a word with Caron
and see if he's got
any more information?
Would you?
Oh, that would be wonderful.
Course I will.
I've sent Jeremy to the summerhouse.
I can't 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?
Can 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.
It's to Jean. Jean.
I'll go and make a start then.
Shouldn't take long.
Do you want me to wait for you,
give you a lift back?
Er, thanks, Dom,
I'll make my own way back.
For you, Jean.
Now, if you'll excuse us.
JEAN: 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
Forgive me, Jean.
I'm a little run down at the moment.
I've not been sleeping well
since Sara
Of course.
We have no idea who the woman is.
There are no fingerprints on file
and she had no identification
with her.
Er, we still haven't established
the cause of death.
We will know more
after the postmortem.
She had
..this Afro comb on her.
Can Can I look?
Ooh, that's unusual.
Victorian, sterling silver. Mm.
Can I take a picture of this?
Right, well,
thanks anyway.
You've clearly had a long day,
so I'll, um, 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.
Oh, that's awful.
How do you know all this?
I have my sources.
But I'm just saying,
it's always the most
unlikely of people
who turn out to be the 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?
I was just I was just Now.
When you're ready, I'll have a beer
and Jean'll have a
What will you have?
A Sauvignon Blanc, please.
A Sauvignon Blanc, on that table.
Look, I know I should've told you,
but I was sworn to secrecy.
but you know
you can tell me anything.
I know. You should've seen him
this morning, Jean.
He was an absolute mess.
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.
What've we got?
So, we've got a dead woman that's
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?
Er, yeah.
There you go. This is it.
Sorry about that, Dom.
I was saying the same as you,
just all gossip.
It's all right, don't worry.
Are you gonna join us?
No, I can't.
WHISPERS: 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
gonna cook me something out of this?
Cook, for you?
Ah, you see, the last time
I cooked for you,
you didn't actually turn up.
Oh, now, that's a low blow.
I had all the candles lit.
All right, all right!
You can't make me feel
any worse than I did.
Well, 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-missus, is there?
Ouch. All right, yeah, I'm on.
I'll see you at eight.
Or will ya?
Don't even joke about it.
No, I'll be in the caravan site,
7.30, waiting.
Hey, I'll tell you
who that Rose reminds me of -
Who? Who?!
What do you mean, "who"?
Taz the Tasmanian Devil.
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.
Oh, Vernon,
why don't you just marry him?
Shut it! I'm telling ya!
I nicked a slice of one of those
cakes and it was absolutely minging.
He's never done 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 ya, it was hanging.
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.
Oh, right, right.
But that doesn't make any sense.
What is a cake comb
from a 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're gonna have to
go through every photo
and see if we can find
that comb again.
I mean every page.
The lemon grove is vital.
Absolutely vital to the shot.
Don't worry so much about the stone.
The house
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 a 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 baking utensil.
I spotted the exact same one
in Vernon's new cookbook.
Jean, I know you are trying to help,
but I'm very busy
Caron, please!
I went through the rest of the books
and it's in there as well.
It's the same.
What can this mean?
This does not make any sense.
I know, but
I suppose we could cross-reference
all of Vernon's contributors.
So, the one constant name is
Bandile Ndaba.
The only one mentioned
in all the books.
She must be their domestic.
Oh, every celebrity chef has one.
They do the cooking for them.
So, the chefs are frauds?
Oh, no, not at all.
No, the chefs create the recipes
and the domestics recreate them.
Expert help, if you like.
Mon Dieu!
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 Monsieur 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'm sorry to ask this -
it is simply procedure -
but could you tell me where you were
the night Bandile died?
I saw her that night.
I took a new recipe round
for her to prepare at about 7.45
and I know it was that time because
our cleaner had just left.
And she was OK when you left?
Thank you, Monsieur Bradley.
And you, Mrs Bradley?
I met our agent, Brigitte,
at seven, for dinner
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'm Margarete, personal assistant
to Mr and Mrs Bradley.
May I ask,
where were you on Tuesday night?
Er Take your time.
I, um, I left the Bradleys' home
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 eight 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 agent
and Margarete was with her family.
Well, somebody's lying. Mm.
Let's have a look at Bandile's home.
That might prove useful.
I'll get John and Richard on to it.
Um, I just need the bathroom.
I knew it.
Caron 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 he personally
delivered the ingredients at 7.45.
We need to talk to Vernon.
Monsieur 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?
I'd be lost without her.
But you're one of Europe's
greatest chefs.
I used to be.
Five years ago,
I had a skiing accident.
Lost my sense of smell and taste.
It's not the best thing
to happen to a chef.
Five years ago?
And Bandile
..she was my lifeline.
Slowly, she became
a better cook than me.
I put it to you, Monsieur 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 a nut allergy?
I could've 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.
Look, 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've killed her.
Monsieur 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'm 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 gonna 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.
Ohh, poor Vernon (!)
They're They're signed!
They'll be collector's editions.
I feel a bit sorry for Vernon.
Still swooning
when he's been done for murder.
I'm not swooning.
I just said I feel
a bit sorry for him, that's all.
Ahh, Dominic. Just the chap!
I've been summoned.
Listen, I got myself
out of the doghouse
by getting Judith
into the summerhouse.
First time we've come up for air
since yesterday.
Lovely story. Mm.
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.
Well, I'm glad
it's all been sorted out.
Silly me!
There's no CCTV?
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 going too fast
to make out the registration.
Did you notice anything else
about it?
Well'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,
but like a kid had drawn it.
A kid?
Will you, erm, draw them for me?
The flowers.
Just draw what you saw.
Just sort of like that.
Was 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.
Oh, Rose.
What have you done?
I will ask you again.
Why did you run over Margarete?
I don't know
what you're 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.
He controlled all three of us,
in a way.
Washed-up, drug-addled
sham of a man.
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 her that, one day,
we would be together,
with Vernon's money,
which was rightly ours.
Vernon had started making noises
..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've seen me.'
How very careless.
Not like me at all.
And he mustn't have been able
to get hold of an EpiPen?
What? He'd have a job doing that.
I made damn sure he didn't have any.
But the lazy, worthless failure
couldn't even cook
to make a batch of his own cakes.
'Vernon Bradley,
the Tulipe de Paris chef,
'took them round to little Bandile.'
So, you killed your own lover
by accident?
You told us that Vernon
lost his sense of taste and smell,
but how did Bandile
not detect nut oil?
Beurre noisette.
Part of the method for making
our sponge was to melt the butter
until it reached
the beurre noisette stage, which
..smells like roasted hazelnuts.
She was very used to this smell,
so she would never have suspected.
I wish she had.
What happened next?
When I came home from dinner,
'I was a little drunk.
'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 would know.
And no-one would miss her
..apart from me.
And, of course,
you would never be suspected.
I was all she had.
S'il vous plait!
Bonjour, Simone.
Fancy seeing you here!
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