Beyond Mysteries Page #2

Season #1 Episode #1

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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.

PHONE CHIMES:

'KNOCK AT DOOR'

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.

What?!

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.

Oh.

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.

Um...

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.

Mm-hm.

For you, Jean.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

KNOCK AT DOOR:

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...

Er...

Forgive me, Jean.

I'm a little run down at the moment.

I've not been sleeping well

since Sara...

Of course.

Er...

HE CLEARS THROAT

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.

Mm.

Can... Can I look?

Ooh, that's unusual.

Victorian, sterling silver. Mm.

Can I take a picture of this?

D'accord.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

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.

SHE SIGHS OK, Dom,

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.

Right.

What've we got?

Um...

OK.

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.

OK.

Hey.

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?

JEAN LAUGHS:

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.

SHE LAUGHS:

THEY LAUGH:

Hey, I'll tell you

who that Rose reminds me of -

Taz.

Who? Who?!

What do you mean, "who"?

Taz the Tasmanian Devil.

IMITATES TAZ:

Remember?

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.

SHE LAUGHS:

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.

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?

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