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Previously on "Recipes for Love and Murder"...

I believe his face turning black

was a dead giveaway of him being poisoned.

Did you spot that immediately?

That was spotted before I even got there.

It was Leonard who pointed it out.

Photos at a funeral? Is it for the paper?

No. No, it's for myself.

Jackie, she's such an inspiration, you know.

My muse.

You be careful, Jackie. We don't yet know the full extent

of his fascination with you.

I'm sorry. We need to break up.

- Why? - It's complicated.

People have a tendency to die around you, Maria.

Men in particular.

I wonder what she poisoned him with.

Some alcohol, do you think?

Or maybe it was just dinner.

I'm running for mayor.

Inspiring.

- DON'T BE NAUGHTY, VOTE - DON'T BE SQUARE, VOTE

Where are the tablecloths? Cherize, did you bring?

People are already queueing outside

and I'm not opening those doors until these horrid tables are...

covered.

Come on, people! This is Eden. Come, come, come!

Sorry...

Ooh, sorry...

Sorry. Thank you.

Sorry, do you mind if I come in front of you? Thank you.

Oh, I hope they open up soon. I wanna get this done before work.

Well, since we have the time...

You've all read our candidates' policy documents, right?

No? Well, let me tell you then... I can't sleep at night.

Pregnancy, flatulence, terrible thing.

So, I've read them all. And Hattie's, actually,

is by far the clearest and the most practical.

By far.

It is illegal to harass people outside an election station.

I'm not harassing.

It's not illegal to have opinions, Elna, man.

Huh? Right?

I'm going to open these doors now,

and I will have an orderly flow through my station.

Everybody got that?

Good.

Happy voting day!

Vote for Hattie.

Dear Maria...

Sister...

Oh...

I'm sorry, I haven't called you that in so long.

I remember how, in the beginning,

we only used "sister" when we spoke.

I wanted to thank you.

Not just for your hospitality under such...

trying circumstances.

But for showing me how little

my so-called husband actually cared for me.

How he's been twisting and infecting my thoughts for years.

You are completely obsessed

and have dragged my life into your obsession.

I'm doing this for us!

By turning me against my only sister?

- She's not your sister. - Oh! Oh, oh, oh...

Oh, you tell me one thing about me

about why you love me.

We've made it this far, hen.

- Don't. - This is the last step.

The exhumation will finally prove that Mickey was poisoned.

I'm sorry I turned on you, Maria.

And it was Ricus who helped me understand

that by me lashing out at you

was my way of processing Mickey's death.

It must've been devastating

losing your brother and Maria at the same time.

Ay, it was.

It feels like a thick Scottish mist

has finally lifted from my soul.

I need to reconnect to myself...

to my femininity.

I'm leaving him, Maria.

It's over.

So...

I've taken the liberty

of selling my half of your house back to you...

in exchange for this fridge magnet I love.

I hope you don't miss it too much.

A lawyer will be contacting you.

Dot the i's, cross the t's.

I hope you never have to worry about your home ever again.

And I hope to visit again one day...

but on your terms.

I've got a lot to figure out. It won't be easy.

But it's my work to do.

So, for now...

goodbye, sister.

Well now...

Morag?

Mm... we've got some celebrating to do.

Our kitchen is ours again.

Just for you and me.

Oh, yes!

There are days when you need something sweet and tangy

that melts in your mouth...

...and eases your whole being.

Fresh coconut...

The thing about fresh ingredients is,

they make you feel fresh.

From your mouth...

to your heart...

to your brain.

And just like your thoughts,

don't overdo it with ingredients.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I've harboured impure thoughts,

and I've broken the sanctity of the confessional booth.

Sometimes we're hurting

and we need things that are light...

Come.

...delicate, soft.

- Who bailed me out? - Who do you think, Jaco?

Ooh...

Sometimes, you want to be reminded of happy times...

I didn't know they'd be so hectic, Father.

But this trimester...

Wow, I'm really having some mad dreams.

Pure pleasure...

Including some compromising ones about you, Father.

And sometimes, you just need to indulge yourself.

Should I tell you details?

Probably best you keep that between you and God.

I don't think I must tell God that.

Not bad.

The door was open.

I was just, um, airing the place out a bit.

I just met up with your brother-in-law.

Oh, ex-brother-in-law.

Or, soon-to-be.

- Really? - Mm-hm.

Oh, that explains his outburst.

Oh, do tell.

Well, I gave him our transcript of your interview with Piet,

and the official report that to us

you demonstrated no signs of guilt.

I'm glad Piet came to that conclusion.

Are you okay?

I am. I'm more than okay.

But thank you for checking, and good luck out there.

I know you think that we don't know what we're doing.

Oh, I don't think that at all.

The whole thing seems to be more and more complicated.

Every time I try to grab hold of some logic,

it just slips away from me.

If you have any brainwaves, I'm open.

Whatever it takes to solve this.

Okay?

Jess, how are things going at the voting station?

- I don't know? - You haven't voted yet?

We should do a piece about the suspects.

Lay out all the facts in black and white.

Get the town talking, shake things up.

The police don't have a damn clue where to begin, clearly.

Just because you broke up with him

doesn't mean you have to trash him in public.

What?

Firstly, Eden actually has good cops

that care about the community, so, be grateful.

Good cops can still be bad detectives, Hattie.

And secondly...

Regardt is about the only catch

in this godforsaken dating-desert,

and he's a gentleman.

Where are you gonna find another guy like him?

We have more important things to focus on.

He's so rare...

- I might even have a go. - A go?

You know... the good old college try.

I don't know what you did in college, but if I even see

one of your flirty posters looking at him, I will burn you.

Oh, you see? You do still care about him. I thought you did.

Flirty posters?

Shouldn't you be outside kissing dogs, petting babies?

- It's election day. - Watch your tongue, missy.

This constant campaigning feels rather crude now.

Oh, I'm not gonna win anyway.

Okay, fine. I'll go vote.

Don't on my account!

I've come to realise that politics is desperately boring

and insanely complicated.

My energies can get much more done elsewhere.

So, when can I expect your piece on the new suspects?

- Have I been demoted again? - Let's say by eight.

You're trespassing on private property.

All the pieces are in place.

We can sell the house, force you out, exhume Mickey,

prove you killed him, and then all the money is ours.

The life you stole from us.

If you're not going to leave, I'll have to call the police.

We both know they're far too busy.

It'll take at least half an hour to get here anyway,

and a lot can happen in half an hour.

Are you threatening me?

I don't know how you got under Aileen's skin...

But she'll get over it.

She'll remember who stuck by her all these years

when you took her brother away from her

and then abandoned her yourself.

Do you have any idea what you did to me?

I lost my job over you!

Stupid fools who couldn't see the kind of person you are.

I think that you're misrepresenting the facts.

The facts are these, and only these...

that my husband died.

That I left the country to return to my family home,

and didn't feel like keeping in touch with my past life

because my husband was an abuser.

You hid from us.

Until you arrived on my stoep with Aileen,

I hadn't given you a moment's thought in my entire life.

I vaguely recall a cop calling by the day Mickey died,

but I couldn't honestly say it was you or someone else. You...

didn't matter to me.

I had no idea you had married Aileen until she wrote to me.

I wasn't hiding from you!

I was hiding from myself.

- I'm warning you-- - Oh no, no, no, no...

I'm bored with you now.

You can leave.

One...

What are you doing?

- Two... - You're an insane person!

Right, where's that docket on Jaco that I asked for?

I'm going to squeeze him until he confesses to something.

- Why's it so thin? - He's not on the internet much.

But what about his record?

Mostly juvenile offences, and those are all sealed. Sorry.

But I can't interrogate him with nothing.

You also can't interrogate him because Regardt bailed him out.

What? When?

This morning. Posted bail and everything.

Results of your lab tests are in, though.

That's the second suspect

that has an intimate relationship with my colleagues.

It's a small town, sir.

Bring Jaco in for questioning. Cuff him to a desk if you must.

I'm going to speak to Jackie.

But why her?

The poison that turned Marius' face black

was administered post-mortem.

Who poisons a corpse?

That's what I hope Jackie can clear for me.

Piet, hi. Can I help you?

I hope so. Where's Leonard?

Um, he didn't come to work today.

When last did you see him?

Yesterday, before you warned me.

Honestly, I'm glad he didn't come in.

Jackie, would Leonard have had any access to Marius' body?

Of course. You know that. Why, Piet?

I need you to tell me everything you know about Leonard.

How did he get this job? What do you know about his family?

- But, I-- - Please. It's important.

Hattie?

I didn't expect to see you here on your big day.

News doesn't rest, Ricus.

You're a pillar of the community.

Thanks. Where are you off to?

I'm doing a sweep of town

to see who I can drag with me to the voting station.

My civic duty, and all.

Quite right.

And very good of you.

Well, I haven't been this excited about a candidate

in the longest time...

And which candidate would that be?

My vote, my secret.

She's not running anymore.

Unless you're here to big up Chantal.

In that case, good luck to you, sir.

- You're joking. - Technically, I'm still running.

But then I realised I'm fine with losing.

And then I realised I actually want to lose.

Well, that takes courage.

I'd like to take a very hands-on approach.

But I'm afraid that local politics

might tie me down too much.

No, I understand. I like working with my hands too.

Really getting in there, working up a sweat...

I'm still voting for you.

If you want to. But, please...

don't feel obliged.

Mm-mm! No. No, out.

What you doing anyway? Rummaging in my good meat?

Sorry, the temperature at the Gazette

is a bit hot for me at the moment.

Just remember, any wors you touch in here you pay for, hey?

Uh-huh.

- Hello. - Hi.

I just wanted to tell you...

- I'm not saying anything. - Fine. Cool.

Yeah. I think it's better for everyone.

Better to just avoid things.

I wanted to say good luck, and I hope things turn out for you.

Thank you. Same to you.

You want some biltong for that mouth of yours, young man?

It's harder to say things you shouldn't while you're chewing.

You get me?

And that?

Don't know. Super busy, gotta go.

Not really my idea of a fun date.

Voting is always a celebration in this country.

Also, I bloody well want to earn my right to moan,

so you'll just stand here with me and earn it.

Besides, if Hattie's busy being mayor, Jessie gets more work.

It's a win-win.

Quite the turnout, hey?

I actually don't have time for this,

but Hattie will never forgive me.

You don't have to vote for Hattie if you don't want to.

- What? - She told me herself...

She's taking the zen approach to it all.

Hey, man, are you okay?

You look a bit...

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm going to stand in the other line.

Leonard didn't arrive at work today,

and there's something not right about that guy.

I can't believe he drew my attention

to Marius' face turning black. That's bold as anything.

I'm launching a full manhunt for Leonard.

This is urgent.

Okay, I'm coming.

Hattie, I thought you'd be out campaigning.

Mm.

I have had a morning soaking up some sensory pleasures

and feeling at one with the world.

I highly recommend it.

Please tell us you brought that feeling in food form.

Iced Hertzoggies, made fresh this morning.

Yes, please! One of each.

Thanks.

- Hattie... - You've got mail.

Huh...

Dear Tannie, I'm writing to you

because it's time that the whole town knows the truth.

And I'm not asking for a recipe,

because there are some things that food can't fix.

I killed Frank.

I wanted Jackie,

he had her, but it was just too much for me to bear.

I skipped movie night to follow them.

I was filled with such rage

knowing that she was trapped by such a flawed man...

I had to kill him to set her free.

But then she went straight into the arms of that cop.

When I found Marius it was like a gift...

The second dead body was quite convenient...

Just like Frank, Marius was a bad man...

Full of pride and arrogance.

If I could make it look like murder,

it would throw Jackie's new boyfriend cop off the trail.

Another flawed man.

This has all gone too far. I'm spinning out of control.

Look, I know I'll never get her, so this just has to stop.

If I can't have her...

nobody can.

Oh no... Oh no!

- This is awful! - What?

- Is this real? - I think so.

It's signed, "Leonard, the Avenging Angel".

Leonard the morgue guy?

Khaya, there's something you need to see.

We're on our way.

You have to find Leonard.

Leonard, the morgue guy.

- Yes, but why do you say that? - Oh...

Here.

- We're on the same page. - Well, that's new.

This was taken the night Khaya's tyres were slashed.

I didn't... know your tyres were slashed.

How did you know it was Leonard?

I just had a hunch.

The guy was taking photos at the memorial service.

- That seemed an odd thing to do. - Mm...

Leonard had access to Marius' body

to make his accidental death look like it's a murder

just to throw us off. That's what he's talking about here.

To make us all think it was Jaco.

He was the one who told me

to take a closer look at Marius' body.

But further autopsy reports confirmed

it wasn't the poison that killed Marius.

So, you're sure this letter's real?

He knows too many details for it not to be.

What do you know about him, about his past?

Oh, virtually nothing.

Klaasen ran him through the system,

no priors, no previous marriages, no social network.

It's bloody annoying if you ask me.

- We need to get these up. - Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. We must start a manhunt now.

If jealousy is his motive, you might also be in danger.

Don't worry about me.

And Jackie, is she okay?

I will, um, we will make sure that she's okay.

I'll take them. Okay.

Thank God. There's no signal here.

Welcome to the Karoo.

It's harsh, but the people are friendly.

No, they're not. Bloke in a white pick-up--

- Bakkie. - "Bakkie"...

...sped past 15 minutes ago. Didn't even stop to help.

Yeah, that's Oom Dawie. He left his workers on the field

to drive home to call me from his landline

to come and help you.

Oh...

You don't happen to be Scottish, do you?

Yes, why?

There's a Scottish guy running around town

making my friend's life hell.

Maybe your friend deserves it.

Yep, it's overheated.

Ay, I can see that. The heat and smoke gave it away.

When last did you check the oil?

I've been busy.

- I'm afraid I can't help you. - You're a mechanic.

But... I can tow you to the next town

if you promise never to come back.

Or you can call yourself an Uber, or something.

- Go time? - Go time.

The police are launching a massive manhunt.

I told Piet the Gazette guys will put up the wanted posters.

Great idea. I'll let them know.

He's always given me the creeps.

I'll see what I can find on old Lenny.

But Piet said Klaasen had already taken a look.

She did a police search.

I'm gonna use millennial online hunting techniques.

I don't even want to know.

Where are the Gazette ́s photos of the night of the fire?

Maybe if we look around the guesthouse we might spot him.

I've printed some for an exhibit at the local library.

The rest are on a hard drive.

I'm worried lots of people might not end up voting with all this.

- Don't. I'm so over politics. - Really?

This is far better at getting my blood pumping.

I missed this.

I mean, not the whole murderer-on-the-loose thing,

but us.

Me too. What was I thinking, going into politics?

Okay, okay, we don't need the whole cheesy reunion episode.

Jessie... we're allowed to recognise something happy

in the middle of all this mess.

I got my house back. For good.

- Hooray! - What? You didn't say anything.

I'm still processing,

but Aileen seems to have taken a turn for the better.

She sold me her half of my house for a fridge magnet!

That's why you were sitting eating your senses?

Or whatever you were up to this morning.

Yes, it felt wrong to be happy

when everyone else is stressed and mourning, but I am...

happy.

Fabulous.

Is that dreadful McClintock fellow out of the picture?

It seems so, for me and for Aileen.

Fantastic.

Look at us, turning this year around.

What are you feeling good about, Jess?

I cheated on Regardt with Jaco.

That's not what I'm feeling good about.

I'm not feeling good at all. I feel awful.

With his brother, Jessie?

He's just about a toyboy to you!

I know, I know.

- You know he's an addict. - And a thief.

Are you done?

I'm the worst, okay? There's nothing you can say to me

that I haven't already said to myself.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, sorry, you must be feeling terrible.

We still love you.

If I can't flirt with Regardt, can I have a go with Jaco?

Good grief!

I'm only kidding. I'm not that desperate.

No, no, no, it's not that. Look, that's Leonard.

Why is his name Patrick Fransen?

Multiple online identities is a telltale sign of a stalker.

Or worse.

Let me run his alias past my contact on the dark web.

You have contacts on the dark web?

It's not how it sounds.

My aunt's ex-husband's cousin has a consultancy.

They specialise in digital forensic deep dives.

Whatever...

You have so many relatives in this town, Jessie,

I'm often surprised you're not, in fact,

related to myself or Hattie.

Does Regardt know you cheated on him?

Hattie...

What? These are important questions.

We're a sisterhood supporting our sister,

but we need the facts.

Basic journalism, Jess.

Ladies, did you not get the message?

No...

There's a lockdown. Like, full on.

The police are telling everyone to go home and stay indoors.

But they can't do that!

No, that's good. It'll stop Leonard from escaping.

If he hasn't gone already. He probably dropped that letter,

went off to live his life as Patrick or Daniel or...

Fitzgibbon in another town.

Okay, girls, you do you.

But we are going home and battening down the hatches.

- Stay safe, hey? Come. - Mm.

Alright, let's go.

No, I'm staying here.

This edition needs to get out. We have a wide distribution,

and if he's anywhere in the surrounding towns,

then they'll see him in the paper, and know.

Patrick Fransen's ex-wife has a restraining order against him.

I'll let Khaya know.

Oh, I should check if my family knows about the lockdown.

If I'm locking down, I'm doing it with Morag.

You'll tell Khaya about Patrick, Leonard, whatever his name is...

If I find anything else, I'll share it on our WhatsApp group.

We have a WhatsApp group?

We do now.

Khaya?

- Hello? - Jaco, it's Jessie.

I didn't even know you had my number.

Look, Jessie...

- I don't feel comfortable-- - Have you seen Leonard?

Nobody can find him, but nobody found you either, so I thought

maybe you might know where he is.

If I see him, I'll tell you.

Well, Morag, will you look at that.

I know!

I would also not have suspected Leonard.

Such an unassuming man.

Just one more moment.

You'll get your dinner soon.

Goodbye, cockle-cocked McClintock!

May we never see your beady little eyes again!

And Aileen... Oh, Aileen.

I'm so glad you're finding yourself,

but I'm even gladder that it's far away from me.

♪ Lord, have mercy on me... ♪

♪ Lord, have mercy ♪

♪ Have mercy Have mercy on me ♪

Oh, you're dead.

What? I don't wanna die!

Relax, you're not dead-dead. Just in the game.

Nobody's gonna die tonight.

Isn't this nice, hey? The four of us spending time together.

Yeah, but it takes a serial killer

for us to enjoy each other's company.

He's not really a serial killer, Bron.

Yeah, but a killer's still a killer.

Can we stop talking about killers, please?

So, who wants custard with blood orange?

Blood?

It's just an orange.

- Yeah, so yummy. - But why are you eating blood?

♪ Lord, have mercy on me ♪

♪ Lord, have mercy Have mercy ♪

- ♪ Have mercy on ♪ - Ooh!

♪ Me... ♪

Um, the thing is...

I did want Mickey dead.

I was truly happy when he died.

When I realised he was actually dead, it was like...

a thousand pins that had been piercing my skin

suddenly dropped to the floor, and the weight

and the pain of that...

was gone.

Wine's not good for chickens.

I'd fantasised from time to time about how I could do it.

Hold a pillow over his face, arsenic in his Guinness. Oh...

Turns out his own greed killed him.

No.

One of the worst days of my life... One of the best, too.

I will never confess any of that

to another human being.

♪ Lord, have mercy... ♪

I do feel a bit better now that I've told you.

♪ Have mercy on ♪

♪ me... ♪

Regardt, I, uh...

I owe you some explanation, some reasons why we don't work.

So, what? You've been...

You've been keeping a secret list, or something?

No, it's not like that, but...

I realise just ending it isn't fair to you.

Well, explain it to me, Jessie.

Just tell me what I need to do to win you back.

You don't understand how important my career is to me.

Come on, Jess, I do!

I do! I can name all your journalist idols!

You don't stop your mother from saying casually,

and even quite seriously racist things.

- Jess, she-- - And you... You defend her.

You want kids, like, soon.

Now, probably.

I feel like I already had kids with my siblings,

and they're just growing up a bit.

I don't want more.

Not now, and maybe not ever.

I can't promise you any, Regardt.

Anything else?

Your future's in Eden, I don't know where mine is.

I think I'm done.

Okay. I hear you.

Don't be so bloody understanding!

Come on, Jess! All of those are things that I can work on.

I don't want you to work on them!

I just want you to be you.

To be happy.

Okay...

You do what you have to do...

I'll wait.

I just need space.

Then that's what I'll give you.

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry to wake you up.

Just wanted to check if you're okay,

and I found you sleeping outside during lockdown.

Yes, but I'm armed and dangerous.

I didn't want to bother you, really.

No, I appreciate it. Any luck?

We found his campsite at the bottom of a nearby hiking trail.

An anonymous tip-off sounded a lot like Jaco.

Hm... And you're certain it's him?

Well, Piet is convinced it's him...

and I'm convinced it might be.

I just can't see Leonard doing all that.

Could you with Van Wyk?

Oh, there was always something in his eyes...

But, I suppose that's easy to say now.

Leonard, he's just so meek, or...

Well, it's just my gut talking. What's your gut saying?

I'm hungry.

Any chance food is still on offer?

Sure, of course.

- Mama? - Zinzdi?

Is everything alright? I'm at a party right now.

- I don't want to disturb you. - You sound different.

There's a lockdown here in Eden.

Wait, let me go elsewhere. Ma?

The police think that Leonard is a murderer.

- Leonard? - There's a manhunt for him now.

I'm so scared.

- Where are you now? - I'm at home.

I'm at home, I'm just...

Baby, I don't believe that I was working with a killer.

Is Khaya there looking after you?

Yes, he is. He's right here with me now.

But don't worry about that. I just wanted to hear your voice.

Okay, well say hi to him for me.

I will.

Enjoy your party, and I love you so much.

I love you too, Ma. And please look after yourself.

Or better yet, pack up your stuff and come to me tomorrow.

Let's see how tonight turns out.

Thanks for the invitation. Mama loves you.

You can bring the fork back later.

Yeah, let me get going.

Can you find it in your heart to sleep inside?

I'll highly appreciate it.

I'll see what I can do.

For Morag's sake.

You be safe too.

Well, goodness gracious me.

Eden Police.

Piet, it's Jackie. Is Khaya there?

No, it's... What's wrong?

Leonard is trying to get into the morgue.

Okay, take cover. I'm coming.

- I'm scared! - I'm coming!

Leonard!

Leonard!