Beyond Mysteries Page #3

Season #1 Episode #1

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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.

Look.

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.

OK.

Merci.

Merci.

Yeah.

So, the one constant name is...

Bandile Ndaba.

Mm-hm.

The only one mentioned

in all the books.

Yeah.

She must be their domestic.

Pardon?

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!

What?

It's the same person.

So, the woman found dea

on Ella’s boat

is Vernon's domestic.

Bandile Ndaba.

I think we need

to speak to Monsieur Bradley.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

Ladies and gentlemen,

please can everyone pay attention?

Excuse me! What the hell

do you think you're doing?

And you are?

I'm Jayne 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?

Um...

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?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Monsieur Pop.

And you, Mrs Pop?

I met our agent, Bridge,

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.

Yeah.

CCTV.

That might prove useful.

I'll get John and Richard on to it.

PHONE BUZZES:

Lily.

Um, I just need the bathroom.

EpiPens.

I knew it.

Lily... That was the coroner.

The swelling in her mouth

is cocurrent with...

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?

Bandile?

Why?

I'd be lost without her.

But you're one of Europe's

greatest chefs.

I used to be.

Pardon?

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?

Yeah.

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 nu allergy?

I could've k 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 her.

DOOR OPENS:

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 paink.

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 murd.

ROSE SIGHS:

I mean, his lies were gonna catch up

with him sooner or later.

Madame Ella, I don't think

he meant for this to happen.

We know how devastated he was

by the accident.

Ohh, poor Vernon (!)

Margarete!

Careful!

They're... They're signed!

They'll be collector's editions.

I feel a bit sorry for Vernon.

Unbelievable.

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.

Splendid!

Well, I'm glad

it's all been sorted out.

Silly me!

BRAKES SQUEAL:

GENERAL COMMOTION

There's no CCTV?

No.

Bane of Ellas life, apparently -

they refuse CCTV cameras

because there is a police station

in the square.

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