Beyond Mysteries Page #4

Season #1 Episode #1

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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...

..it'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?

Mm.

Will you, erm, draw them for me?

What?

The flowers.

Just draw what you saw.

Um...

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, Rosemary.

What have you done?

SIREN BLARES:

SIREN STOPS:

I will ask you again.

Why did you run over Ella?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I think you do, Ella.

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.

Vernon?

Yes.

He controlled all three of us,

in a way.

Washed-up, drug-addled

sham of a man.

You believe it?

Ella, what was Rose

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

about...

..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, your own lover

by accident?

Yes.

You told us that Vernon

lost his sense of taste and smell,

but how did Bandile

not detect nut oil?

Beurre noisette.

Pardon?

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 Vic never cleared up

Her own mess.

'I realised what I'd done.

'She was dea.

'And I had dea 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...

..no-one 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!

SHE SIGHS:

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

Bonjour, Simone.

Fancy seeing you here!

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