Recipes for Love and Murder (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

[female narrator]Previously,
on Recipes for love and murder.

Two citizens have been murdered
and the big bad detective has

no idea who did it.

[instrumental music]

Martine--

Deserves a professional
investigation into her death.

So does Lawrence Khubeka.
And that's my job, not yours.

I was wondering if Martine
was thinking of leaving him.

Just something she
said about, borrowing money.

She knew that dad would say go.

His kids won't see a
single cent until he's dead.



-Such a sad, eh?
-Yeah.

What are you...

Where is your socialist calling?

If you mean our star reporter,
she's at the hospital.

Awaiting news of what might be
the town's third murder victim.

What did the doctor say?

Something about tests.
I couldn't really pay attention.

Did he take samples
of what he ate or drank.

You ask a lot of questions.

She's a reporter, it's her job.

She's trying to solve
Martine's murder for us.

Oh, cock.

The killer wants you to know
that he knows who you are.

We could meet to discuss
your advertising plans



for the next few issues.

Oh.

Coffee in a couple of days.

Such a lovely shirt
that you're wearing.

-Turn around. And again.
-Yep. Yes.

I don't think,
he's waking up anytime soon.

Okay, let's do it.

We'll have to act fast.

Before the poison
finishes him off.

Aileen.

Look at this, what I just got.

[instrumental music]

[Aileen]It must be a bit odd,
hearing from me

after all these year.

Blast from the past, eh?

But I miss you.

I miss talking
about the old days.

And Mickey.

Oh, and my husband.
I'm married now.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Jessie]Tannie M. Come quick.

Give us a bell, eh?

When you're ready.

Lots of love.

How was that?

Very convincing.

I just wish she'd just reply.

There's no need for all of this.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[upbeat music]

[phone vibrating]

Yeah.

Jess. Hey.

Is he even conscious?

You sure?

My mom heard Candy
and Martine's brother

when she went to go
take the old man's vitals,

they were talking to a
lawyer about changing his will.

Okay, will-will
get over there now.

Okay, bye.

Let me guess,
our home away from home.

The hospital,
my girlfriend says that--

Tell me on the way.
Come, let's go. Come!

[instrumental music]

We just need your signature.
Dave has prepared everything.

It's for the best, Uncle Peter.

She's right Pa. You should sign.

Wait! Don't do it!

Excuse me, that's my patient.

Take the two of them
away from him.

David Burger,
I need to talk to you.

Quite the party
you're all having here,

I hope someone brought cake?

Why is everyone so dramatic?

Gosh! Please can you
read this to them?

"I, Peter John--"

Just the important bit.

Hereby, leave my entire estate

to my granddaughter,
Jamie Burger.

With independent trustees.

So you can call your cops off
my company accounts, detective.

And please, stop trying
to reach my ex-wife.

He never gave me
a cent in his life,

why would I want it
when he's died?

-David didn't poison him.
-Nobody did.

What!

He wasn't poisoned.

Any information
on why he collapsed?

I was bringing you
the test results,

but I might as well
tell the police and...

everyone else all
at the same time.

Your father is
allergic to nutmeg.

It's the milk tart!

Yes, the milk tart
is the villain.

But he'll be as right
as rain in a day or two.

Thank you, doctor.

I'm sorry our date was just
a fishing expedition for you.

I really liked you.

Thank you. I do
apologize for all this.

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry.

I understand.

You so want desperately
to solve Martine's murder,

I appreciate that.

I shouldn't have believed
that you were capable of--

Covering up a murder?

I've contemplated murder
from time to time,

but it was always a boyfriend,
not a cousin.

Martine and Lawrence they-
they deserve justice.

Don't we all.

I don't blame you for
believing the detective.

If he had taken me
into his confidence,

all serious with
those big brown eyes,

I'd have believed anything.

No, I-I-I don't,
I mean, I don't.

We're all good sweetie.

Trust me.

[instrumental music]

I say this with a heavy heart,

but I'm afraid the
Gazette has not acted

in our community's
best interests.

Oh, dear.

Terrible thing this is,
terrible, really terrible.

What community exactly
are you referring to?

The community around this table.
Entrepreneurs. Friends.

We are a small business forum.
Hmm?

We are here to support
the economic development

of this town,
and to be pro-business.

I am definitely pro-business,
I welcome your business anytime.

We all know how hard it is
to pay even minimum wages

and the workers
are never satisfied,

they're trying to
cripple our businesses!

Marius.

All in favour of not advertising

in the Gazette, until they
change their editorial style?

-Hmm?
-Seconded.

The community newspaper
is no place for--

News relevant to the community?

Tannie Elna.

I do love reading
Tannie Maria's column

and trying to guess
who wrote the letters.

And I think I know which
local businessman

is having difficulties
in the bedroom.

I let Candy get in my head.

So you were wrong
about her, that happens.

Well, I was distracted.

You were just
following the money.

Yeah, I feel like I'm missing
something obvious.

Did you run out of
reassurances already?

Sometimes it is
not that obvious.

But that's what we're here for.

Oh, you're right.

I just need to focus,
and just get the job done.

Not be distracted.

Just tell the front desk

that I'm not taking any calls.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, Regardt.

Yeah, put him through.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry the detective
is not available right now,

but I'm his Deputy,
can I take a message?

Okay.

[instrumental music]

Got it, thanks.

So who was that?

No distractions!

Was it about the case?

-Hey!
-No distractions.

I hope you won't
hold today against me.

You are trying to get
my paper shut down.

I just think you're making
the wrong business decisions.

My business is fine,
thanks for your concern.

Is it? Bills all paid?

You made it clear you wanted me
to treat you

like a business associate.

That's what I'm doing.

If you want things
to go back to how they were,

I'm-I'm more than happy too.

You really don't understand
boundaries, do you?

Oh, and by the way.

I'm sorry you lost the vote.

[instrumental music]

Hello, hello!

Morning, Doep!

Ah, Hattie, I was just

putting in this through to you.

Ah, let's hope it's someone

in desperate need of boerewors!

Oh, you know how
the people in this town

like their boerewors,
don't you, Hattie?

How?

Still attached to the Boer!

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

It was glorious!

In the end only Cornel
and Marius voted against us.

And then we moved onto
"any other business",

and Mr. Viljoen complained
about a rat problem

in a building that Marius owns.

They obviously recognize him
as one of their own.

Jessie!

I think this calls
for a celebration.

I could make us a cake,
amarula fudge.

I think you can celebrate
by both staying in the office

and actually doing your jobs
this morning please!

Yes, ma'am!

-Does anybody want tea?
-Yes, please.

-Oh, this came in late for you.
-Oh, thanks.

-So--
-Yeah.

Girlfriend, huh?

-Yeah.
-Took you bloody long enough.

Did you meet her folks yet?

Uh...not yet.

Um-but it's just
her mom, her dad.

I actually met him once or twice
when I was still a kid,

before he left,
but I didn't know then.

What? That he was her dad?

That she was...Jessie.

-You're such a romantic, eh?
-Piet, come on.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[Farmer Joe]Dear Tannie Maria.

My wife thinks I'm wasting
my time writing to you

and all I really
need is a lawyer.

You see, the problem
is my field.

Or really...
the problem is the sheep

that keep destroying my field.

Sheep are just woolly
rats if you ask me.

Have you been planting
in my field again?

I'm so tired of arguing,

'cause I know he's wrong
and I'm right.

How can I keep his sheep
from eating my sweet potatoes?

Sheepless in Swellendam.

[cup shatters]

[upbeat music]

[knock on the door]
Sorry to disturb, sir, but um-

Um...Tannie Maria just
received a death threat!

I'll be ready to go
in few minutes.

Um, sir, I was thinking maybe we
could do a weekly yoga session--

-Out!
-Okay.

[Hattie]Would you
like some sugar?

I could run
and get you a chocolate.

-There's sugar in the tea!
-That's true.

Maybe we should
shut down for a while.

And let them win?

What do you call that bird
that comes back from the dead?

Let the police catch them!

Fifty percent of murderers
are never caught.

He's only threatening us
because we're close!

It rises from the flames,
from the ashes.

We could go to my
cousin's farm in Oudtshoorn,

and run the Gazette from there.

A phoenix, Maria,
you're thinking of a phoenix.

No, Hattie, I'm gonna
find whoever did this

and I am going to clap them
so hard Tannie M.

And then I'm gonna
track them down,

and stick a knife
to their throat.

-Is this it?
-Yes, yes.

Any of these people
have you been harassing?

Excuse me, we have
harassed no one!

Would you like
some tea, detective?

I should have tasted that.

Investigating, if you
want to call it that then.

Anyone you've argued
within the last few days?

Mostly you.

Detective, perhaps we should
sit down and discuss this.

What can you smell?

Fresh blood. But not human.

From the butchery?

Has anyone touched that,
or just you?

I don't know.

But yes, Hattie-
Hattie gave it to me.

-And Doep gave it to me.
-Just check with the butcher?

[instrumental music]

Maria.

Your life is in danger.

You've had two
death threats now.

We've already lost
valuable police time,

in ensuring that you have
an overnight guard.

Now is there any way
that you could just leave town?

I'm not going anywhere.

Then please-please
keep out of this business?

No-one needs your meddling.

I feel like I'm wasting my time.

Regardt here is gonna need to
take statement from all of you.

Has anyone seen Anna Pretorius?

Anna?

No.

Is she in trouble?

Careful.

No one has seen
her since the funeral.

We don't know where she is.

I've been canvassing
ever since the meeting,

and I think that if you
and I start the boycott,

then the others will follow.

No, man, Marius, we can't cut

advertising in the paper.

Of course we can!
That woman must learn her place.

Look, if you don't advertise
in this Friday's paper,

and city folk who come up here
for the weekend

start browsing the property ads,
whose houses are they gonna buy?

We can't just let
the newspaper get away

with the bloody communism!

I agree. We can't.

You found Anna Pretorius?

Uh, no sir but I wanted to--

Any lead on the death threat?

No, sir.

Sir, um...

I, uh...

I think that Tannie Maria was
a bit upset about earlier, sir.

You know, it's not her fault
that she's getting death threats

and that we have to have a
police guard on her house and...

I think perhaps that...

after what you said she might
feel guilty about that.

Is that all?

Yes, sir.

[solemn music]

Bug off, you.

I'm not in no mood
for your noise.

[Piet]Oh well,
I'll try and be quiet then.

Hello.

So, you suggested we have a
chat about that greenhouse plan?

Oh, yes! Of course I did.

You're very lucky that
they're looking after the garden

they're fantastic for pests.

When they're not
being pests themselves.

[laughs]

She's got no time for me these
days, always gallivanting.

I think there's
one there by you.

-Oh.
-Peel it.

Supper plants.

Resolving a land dispute.

Thank you, Piet.

[instrumental music]

[Maria]
Dear Sheepless in Swellendam.

I think it's time to
embrace the fact that...

just like brothers,
sheep and sweet potatoes

can coexist in perfect harmony.

You'll need two pans,

one for the potatoes,
one for the meat.

They still need
a little time apart.

Get a little water
boiling in one pan.

And in the other, a dash of oil,
and onion, carrot and celery,

those ingredients that just get
along with each other perfectly.

Smell great, Ms. September.

Yeah, it's best when mom cooks.

What, it's true.

[Maria]Time to introduce
the lamb mince.

I always think,

people are missing a
trick when they insist

that there's only one
right answer to a problem.

That's like saying that,
you can only add salt or pepper.

But not both.

Thanks for getting the sweet
potato on the go.

You really want
to soften them up.

Well, thank you
for trusting me with them.

[laughs]

[Maria]Enrich the
flavour of the mince

with Worcestershire sauce,
tomato paste,

tomatoes and delicious herbs.

You ready to put those
muscles to good use?

Anything for a good potato.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[Maria]Mash your potatoes
till they're silky smooth

and utterly inviting.

Now it's time to bring
those bold flavours together.

It's all about layers.

So you, spoon your lamb
mixture into the casserole dish.

And then you slather it
with sweet potato.

[Maria]And then
you add some cheese.

Yes, for extra gooiness.

-Thanks for coming.
-Yeah.

I loved it.

You should-you should meet
my family next.

They...they're not like yours.

Thank goodness!

Man, don't worry,
they won't bite.

I'll go.

Bye.

And then you bake until golden.

-And that's it?
-Well, I mean-

It's almost it.

It's not finished
until we eat it.

You'll have to bring some
to the station for me tomorrow.

You're not staying tonight?

Got to get home to the family.

They're planning to thrash me
at Monopoly tonight.

-Well, then who's--
-Oh, the boss.

I heard his car
arriving earlier.

Thanks for
the cooking lesson!

I'll start costing the material
for the greenhouse.

Oh, great.

I'll make sure
and, um, save you a big portion.

Someone called
the station today.

A Detective from Scotland.

I thought what connects
Scotland and Eden?

-What did he want?
-He didn't wanna tell me.

And the boss was busy.
But he said he'd call again.

Thanks, Piet. Goodnight.

You want to talk about it, or--

Goodnight.

[singing in foreign language]

[singing in foreign language]

Hot chocolate.

Ooh.

-Hey.
-Thanks, ma!

Do you remember pa's old boss?

You know he's Regardt's uncle?

No, I didn't.

I thought you should.

Maybe, they invite you
for supper sometime.

Hmm. So that's what he wanted to
warn me about his racist family.

You never talk about pa.

It's...it's hard, Jess.

He was the other half
of my soul.

I was the serious one,
and he was the sunshine.

When I got anxious,
he would tell me jokes.

My money was tight
he'd play his guitar

until I danced
around the kitchen.

I was never poor when I had him.

Then he just...

-Jessie?
-Mm-hmm.

Be sure he makes you richer.

Be sure you don't make
yourself small for him.

[upbeat music]

[laughs]

You are the dancer
in the family.

♪ The sound of falling rain ♪

Okay. Okay next step here.
In your hips.

♪ A mind ♪

Fast as a dog. Faster, watch me.

[laughs]

♪ I remember you ♪

♪ I remember you my darling ♪

All of my dreams had a
dark butterfly patch of blood

in the middle.

Which is harder...someone you
love dying, or dying yourself?

See, all I know is that...

if someone you love dies...

you wish it had
been you instead.

[instrumental music]

Morning.

Morning.

Oh, wow Jessie. You must
have been up all night.

It wasn't me.

Nobody issues death
threats to my staff.

We're not stopping
until we've solved this.

So...

along the top there's a timeline
of the day of Martine's death,

and anyone who saw her they're
linked and marked in blue.

Anyone who had
a grudge against her,

they're marked in green.

Jess, you mark all the people

that you still have
suspicions about.

-Okay.
-Maria.

You mark everyone that
you've personally spoken to.

And it has to be one of them
sending the death threat,

I'm sure of it.

Oh, Mr. van Wyk.

Wondering if I might
have a word.

-Put yesterday behind us.
-Sure

-Can I come in?
-It's best not.

Oh, right-well, I was just
passing by and I thought-

Well, I thought
I should apologize.

Things got out of
hand yesterday.

These things happen.
Thanks again for stopping by.

Right, yeah-ah, wait, also-

the, uh, committee elections
are coming up very soon I...

I was wondering if perhaps

you might consider
running for secretary?

Thank you so much.

I'll give that my full
consideration. Goodbye!

-Oh, right, yes, uh--
-Goodbye.

-Bye-bye.
-Goodbye.

Oh, the poor man!
He's just like...

One Gazette enemy down,
another to go.

[intense music]

Sweet potato Shepherd's pie.

For you.

You kill one of
my sheep for that?

You know I didn't.

Dad didn't mean for this,
when he split the farm.

You know he didn't.

Dad never really
used this field, did he?

Only for teaching us
how to drive a tractor.

Lucy will like this.

Aren't you going to be
late to take ma to bingo?

What are you talking about,
it's your turn to take her!

I took her last week, remember?

Yes, as a favour
because Rosie was sick.

-So now it's your turn.
-No!

You covered for
my turn last week

but this week
is still your turn!

Fine, cover me then.

No, you need to
ask me in advance!

You're so damn selfish,

no wonder you kept the
old farmhouse

and made me build a new one.

Oh, here we go again.

You know what,
you keep the damn field.

Dad didn't need it,
neither do I.

No, you keep it.

You want everything
your way so...

Keep the damn field too!

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

[screams]

This is very good.

[music continues]

[speaking in foreign language]

[screams]

Please, ma, it would be so great
if you'd come and watch me.

I'd love to come, but it would
mean losing a whole shift.

-Maybe Jess would come--
-Jessie is not my mother.

Thank goodness for that.

Bronwyn, you know, I'd love
to have more time for you.

But I still think
you should ask Jessie.

Jessie is always
working now too and...

if she's not working,
she's with her boyfriend, so...

Hmm, and if I stopped working
what would happen then, hmm?

The food, the electric, the
school fees, who'd pay those?

[instrumental music]

[Maria]Donuts, simple.

Two tablespoons
of white vinegar,

three-eights of a cup of milk...

Dear, Mr. Rabies,
a private word of advice.

If you keep trying to dictate
what gets printed in our paper,

we might have to publish
a fun public interest piece

about your doughnut habits.

P.S., if you follow this recipe
I suggest a caramel icing.

[intense music]

Still no sign of Anna?

Nobody's seen nothing.

We have got patrols watching
her house, Martine's house,

Dirk's guesthouse, nothing.

-Smells delicious.
-Mm-hmm.

But you can't have any of it.

One potential lead.

But Regardt's gone
to check it out.

Okay.

As soon as we find her,
let me know.

[indistinct announcement]

-It's busy here today?
-Yes.

It was me you know.

-I took the picture.
-Picture?

Mr. van Wyk said,
they were looking for her.

He's very, very close
to the detective.

-Who were they looking for?
-Anna.

She bought all the
pomegranate juice that we had.

That was Martine's favourite.

But she bought it
the day Martine died?

Mr. van Wyk said
to be helpful to the police.

He said it's important
for him to know that.

And when I really
looked at the picture,

I said I was sure she'd
bought the juice here before.

But the actual day though?

It's important.

I don't know, yes,
I told the police,

she has definitely bought
pomegranate juice here before.

Do you think
she and Martine were...

You know...

Chittle, Chittle,
I'm right. I'm right.

[phone ringing]

Karoo Gazette.
Hattie Wilson speaking.

Mr. Rabie.

Yes.

Yes, of course, I'd be happy to.

Yes.

Well, I'll send the agreement
through this evening.

Wonderful.
Thank you so much! Bye.

There must be
something in the water,

first van Wyk apologizes,

and now Marius is committing
to six months of ads...

at a higher spend.

I don't trust him.
What does he want?

No, he didn't ask for anything.

You're not gonna stop me
doing my series

on local workers' rights?

No. Of course not.

We'll spread it out a little.

This is great news, Jess.

This business needs the money, I
mean that's how businesses work.

Maybe the news shouldn't
be a business Hatts.

Maybe not, but here we are.

[instrumental music]

[Khiza]I'm not available.
You know what to do.

Hi, lollipop.
I guess you're in class now.

I'm just calling to say hi,

and let you know
that I miss you.

Today is a hard day for you.
I miss her too.

I know we don't
talk much about her.

And I'm sorry, if I'm
making it hard for you.

[knock on door]

I may stop rambling.

Um...looking forward
to seeing you soon.

Come!

Yes.

Um...something potentially
interesting at the Koop, sir.

Anna. When was
this picture taken?

This morning.

She can't be too far away.

[upbeat music]

[Khaya]Hello?
-I'm out at the back.

Lucky for you,
I'm not a murderer.

Did you just come
to lecture me some more?

No. In fact, I...
I came to apologize.

Well, yesterday I was
unnecessarily rude to you.

I'm sorry.

I know all you're
trying to do is help.

I'm trying to catch a killer.

That's my job. Not yours.

I'm not stupid. I'm not going
to do things that are dangerous.

I know you won't
do that on purpose.

I'm just worried that the
danger might follow you.

So you'll discuss
the case with us?

I can't do that.

But I'll try not to
be a dick about it.

[birds cawing]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Hey!

[bleating]

[car wipers whirring]

What the hell?

You need to tell that
wild child of yours

her uncle is not a bulls eye.

No, he's not a bulls eye,

he's a donkey's ass!

She knocked my hat
right off my head!

So? She's a kid,
that's what kids do.

We did that.

Hey.

Hey, you remember
when you knocked out...

old Man Sinclair
with your catty?

Now pa made us sleep
outside the whole night

'cause he didn't know
which of us did it.

Yeah...

[upbeat music]

[singing in foreign language]

[singing in foreign language]

Ma!

[laughs]

[singing in foreign language]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

What if we've got it all wrong?

Gotten what all wrong?

What if... Anna was angry.

I mean, Martine chose
to stay with a man

who abused her,
rather than be with her.

And then...

Anna finds out that
Martine is planning to leave.

I mean, leave Dirk,
yes, but also leave Anna,

leave everything.

What if...

Anna keep saying
that she's responsible

for Martine's death
because...she is.

Tannie M, if she
did kill Martine,

why wouldn't she just
leave town though?

Maybe she has
unfinished business.

[intense music]

[country music]

[singing in foreign language]

[singing in foreign language]