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Baking is like art.

You can paint by the numbers, following a reliable recipe,

where measurements are exact and ingredients set in stone.

No, it's not superstitious, it's insurance.

You are absolutely right.

Or baking can be an adventure,

where the baker takes creative licence, adding a completely new flavour,

an innovative spice

or replacing a key ingredient with an element of surprise.

The creative approach can lead to abject failure.

Or it can produce a signature masterpiece,

a confectionery delight, a Picasso.

Moishe, you're in charge.

If anyone calls, you tell them that I've gone running.

Hey, Ron!

Morning, Hannah.

- It happened again? - Yeah.

So, why don't you let me know, what time did you get home last night?

Sorry, I'm late!

Okay, what's on the schedule this week?

So, today, we have three custom birthday cakes

and two dozen cupcakes for that cowboy-themed birthday party.

And Saturday is the Woodley's party.

Malinda already dropped off the silver trays that we're supposed to put the cookies on.

Fancy.

Yeah, the Woodley's love having that party every year

to thank us for making them so rich.

Are you going to the party?

No, I mean, I have to get up so early the next day.

I don't have a date either.

- Can you get Betty's order ready? - Done.

I know I'm early, Hannah,

but I still have to stop at the pharmacy before work,

and you can't be late when you work for a man like Max Turner.

Lisa's just getting your order together right now.

Everyone at the dairy counts on me to bring in the morning treats.

Betty, you've worked at the dairy for 15 years.

It couldn't run without you, and Max Turner knows that.

You're a dear.

Hannah, there's something I want to tell you.

- I... - Here you go.

Thank you.

Are you okay, Betty?

I'm fine.

Cookies aren't on my new diet,

but I simply can't resist your chocolate chip crunchies.

One can't hurt, could it?

How's your new diet?

It's okay. I only gained three pounds.

Gained?

That's not so bad. The last diet I was on, I gained six.

Thanks.

- Ron's here. - Ron's here.

- Morning, Hannah! - Hey, Ron.

How are you doing this fine day?

Well, I think Max should buy you a new truck. It sounded like it was going to blow up.

She's still got a few good miles left in her.

Just as long as I go slow and avoid braking too hard,

she'll be just fine.

Sign there, sign there, sign there, and initial there.

You guys are so lucky. I wish I had a close guy friend.

Well, we didn't start out as friends.

Please.

- Well, you ran over my foot with your bicycle. - That was first grade, and it was an accident.

I apologised and I gave her the apple out of my lunch box.

Well, that's sweet.

And it was the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

The girls are here.

Girls?

Just a few ladies that get together every morning for coffee

and to discuss the health and welfare of our community.

Gossips.

That is one way to put it.

I saw Claire Rogers driving down my street this morning at 2:00 a.m.

And you know who else lives on my street?

- The Mayor. - No.

And his wife is out of town, visiting her sister.

People tend to have a favourite cookie, one they choose above all others.

But I don't believe people choose the cookie. I believe the cookie chooses the person.

Ladies.

- Lovely lemon bars. - Lovely lemon bars.

- I have gingersnaps for you. - Thank you.

And I brought something for you, Poppy. Yeah, good dog. She's sweet.

- And angel kisses. - Thank you.

My favourite.

Hannah, how do you remember our favourites?

It's my job to remember. What are you girls talking about?

- Nothing. - Nothing in particular.

No, we are just making conversation.

We'll, I know this community is very lucky

to have such wise, venerable women looking out for us.

Hello! The usual, please.

Hi! I am putting in an order for an apple pie for tomorrow.

I'm going to have it baking in the oven when I show Evelyn Simpson

what I've done with her living room.

She's going to love it. You have exquisite taste.

I know, but Evelyn loves monochrome.

Everything in her house has to match. Pink drapes, pink furniture, pink carpets.

When I started, it looked like an entire bottle of Pepto-Bismol exploded in her living room.

But that's why she hired a professional decorator.

True, it does look fabulous.

Subtle greys and browns and a touch of Tiffany blue.

It sounds exquisite.

Thank you.

My goodness, Andrea, how do you walk in those?

I'm a professional woman.

People expect a business woman to make a certain statement.

What statement do these make?

Well, it doesn't matter. You don't care what you look like.

That came out wrong. I mean, you prefer comfort over style.

Hey, so, Mother joined the Romance Novels Club.

- How many clubs does she need to join? - Doesn't matter.

- If she's busy, then she's not trying to fix us. - That's true.

I should get going. Am I going to see you tonight for dinner?

- Of course! It's Monday. - See ya.

Hey, Hannah.

- Hey, Bill. - Hey.

- Andrea was just at the shop. - Yeah, I left before she woke up.

Hey, I saw you talking to Mr Martin early this morning.

Somebody knocked over his mailbox again.

He puts it up, and somebody knocks it back down.

Looks like someone drives by in a car, leans out, knocks it over.

- I'd look for someone with a good swing. - Makes sense.

By the way, those stolen bikes were exactly where you thought they'd be.

They're being returned to their owners today.

- Wonderful. - Yeah.

Got to ask, how did you know it was the new gardener?

I figured it had to be someone with a big enough truck

that they could take all those bikes off the street without anyone noticing.

I'll see you for dinner tonight.

There's Hannah! Hannah, yoo-hoo!

Hi, Mom.

You know all the ladies, right?

Sarah, Donna, Karen, my neighbour Mrs Rhodes?

It's really nice to see all of you. What's on the agenda for today?

We're all reading romance novels.

Today, we're discussing the plot and the characters.

But you all have different books.

It doesn't seem to matter.

And the red hats?

Well, the Red Hat Ladies Club met just before the Romance Novels Club,

so, we just rolled 'em over.

Well, I will leave you to it.

I have more deliveries to make, and I will see you tonight, Mom.

See you tonight. Hannah, about tonight...

Don't hurry, honey, if you want to go home and change after work.

And Hannah, please, have those old boots cleaned and burned.

- I like these boots. - Please.

Hannah, you look like you just came from work.

Well, I did.

Is that flour in your hair?

Yes, probably is flour.

I dropped a 10-pound bag of flour all over the place.

It was a mess.

And I suppose that Claire didn't have any luck

selling you a new dress, either.

No, but now I am realising why she was pushing so hard!

Mother, who have you invited?

- I'm just thinking of you. - What?

No.

Just go.

Andrea, your sister's here!

- Stop it! - You stop!

This wasn't my idea, but he seems nice.

Hannah.

This is Dr Norman Rhodes, my neighbour's son.

He just moved here to take over his father's practise.

He's a dentist.

Hi, Dr Rhodes, it's really nice to meet you. I knew your father. I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Well, I'm just going to go get dinner ready and leave you two to get acquainted.

If it makes you feel any better, my mother didn't tell me anything either.

I wish someone would remind them that we've grown up.

I don't think it would make any difference.

We could make a run for it.

Yeah, we could.

I think they'd just hunt us down and force us to get to know each other, though.

True.

Norman, Hannah has a Master's degree.

She was this close to getting her doctorate.

But she came back home to help me after my husband passed.

That's the kind of girl she is, loyal and devoted to her family.

Like a German Shepherd.

She has a business, too.

And she can bake.

She makes a chocolate chip cookie crunch that you cannot believe.

But don't ask her what's in it, 'cause it's a secret.

- Cornflakes. - Okay.

So, Norman, why don't you tell us about your new dental practise?

Well, not much to tell, yet, really.

Just meeting all Dad's patients and introducing myself around,

trying to build up new business.

Well, that's perfect!

I bet Hannah would love to show you around and introduce you to everyone.

No, Hannah's already done enough.

I mean, she owns the bakery, sugar leads to cavities, so...

He's so funny.

Isn't he hysterical?

You know, good teeth run in our family.

They do.

Hi, Mom.

Yes, Norman is a very nice man.

Am I gonna see him again? He's right here. We're planning the wedding.

Yes, I'm kidding, Mom.

Goodbye, Mother.

Why does everyone think that I need to find a man and settle down?

I'm perfectly happy with my life. I bake cookies, I hang out with you.

No, that doesn't sound pathetic at all.

Almost out of milk. Ron is late.

Ron is never late. And there he is.

- Where is he? - Not a clue.

All right. Ron, what is taking you so long?

Ron?

Hey, Ron.

You need some...

Help! Somebody help! Help!

So, tell me what happened, what you saw, what you heard.

I was in the shop when I heard Ron's truck pull up and backfire.

And when he didn't come in right away,

I went outside to see what was taking him so long.

You sure that's what you heard, a truck backfiring, not a gunshot?

Yeah, maybe it was a gunshot. Do you think I heard it happen?

Yeah, could be.

If I'd just gone out there sooner, maybe I would have seen the person.

Maybe I could have stopped it from happening.

Or you might have got shot yourself.

Why would someone do this to Ron?

I don't know, but I intend to find out.

I got a call from the Mayor's office.

They might call in a homicide detective from Minneapolis

to help with the investigation.

So, he might have a couple of questions for you.

Okay.

You don't think the person is still here, do you?

I mean, we're not in danger?

No, no, no. You go ahead with your deliveries.

It's important for this town to remain calm and go on with business as usual.

Okay.

There are no kids on the playgrounds, and the streets are deserted.

People are terrified that there's a killer on the loose.

You don't think it could be someone from here?

I can't imagine a man or a woman in this town doing anything like that.

A woman? You think the killer could be a woman?

Well, you never know.

Or maybe a jealous girlfriend.

Could be, just don't know.

Maybe Ron's girlfriend caught him messing around with another woman and...

- I'm pretty sure Ron didn't have a girlfriend. - He did, yeah. She was with him today.

Really?

- Yeah. - Who is she?

I don't know. I didn't see them. Ron gets here before I show up.

I always leave a jar of instant coffee out for him.

This morning, there were two Styrofoam cups on the counter

and one had hot pink lipstick on it.

Maybe she's the killer. She was standing right there in my kitchen.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

- Those Styrofoam cups, where are they? - Dumpster.

- When do they pick up the garbage? - 5:00 p.m. Why?

- Ma'am, are you okay in there? - I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Okay! Yes!

If you need some assistance, I believe that there's a shelter

- about three blocks. If you walk... - What?

No, no, I'm not homeless.

I was just looking for something.

- In the trash? - Yeah.

No. I'm sorry, who are you?

Detective Mike Kingston.

From Minneapolis. Hi, I'm...

No, sorry, I heard they were going to call you,

and, anyway, I'm Hannah Swensen, from the bakery.

I'm the one who found Ron.

Good. Yeah, I need to talk to you.

So, how well did you know the victim?

- He was a really good friend. - Boyfriend?

- No. - Just not your type?

No.

He was a great guy and he was a hard worker.

He worked 60-hour weeks at the Cheery Cow Dairy,

and Max Turner is his boss.

He's rich, but kind of cheap, and he wouldn't buy a new truck for Ron...

So, you think this Max Turner is the killer?

No, I didn't say that.

No, no! In fact, that's what I wanted to say,

is I don't think anyone in Eden Lake could have done something like this.

Given the right circumstances, everyone is capable of committing murder.

Well, that's a terrible way to look at life. I prefer to see the best in people...

That's why you're a baker and I am a homicide detective.

It is my job to consider the worst in people.

Well, you seem very suited to your profession.

Now, Detective, if I may ask, how the investigation is going?

- No. - No?

Wait a second. No, I can't ask, or no, you won't tell me?

I cannot discuss an ongoing investigation. I came here to talk to the kitchen lady.

Apparently, Mr LaSalle made a delivery here this morning.

Edna, the kitchen manager at this school,

told me that Ron comes every morning at 6 o' clock,

but this morning, he obviously had someone with him

because there were two cups of coffee on the counter,

and one of them had a lipstick mark on it.

- So, Ron had a girlfriend? - Not that I know of.

But he was your good friend, so you would know if he had a girlfriend?

- Well, yes... - You know what?

Thank you for your help, but I'll take it from here.

Wait a second, I went diving through a dumpster for this!

I was really careful I didn't put any fingerprints, or anything on it.

Okay, so, this is not CSI: Las Vegas. This is a real murder investigation.

We're dealing with a very dangerous perpetrator here.

I get that, but this is Eden Lake, and I know these people.

The Cookie Jar is a meeting place.

It where people go to talk, you know, and I listen, I hear things.

That's how I helped Bill figure out who was stealing the bicycles.

And you think because you bake cookies and you chat with your customers,

that you have the ability to get inside the mind of a murderer?

I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that people talk to me.

People trust me.

And Ron was my good friend and... Never mind!

I'd like to give you my card.

Thank you.

And welcome to Eden Lake.

He was positively infuriating.

Marching into town like he owns the place, telling me that anyone could be the killer.

Like, "Sure, maybe it was Mrs Binklow from the Cut and Curl."

Maybe it was Edna from the school. Maybe it was you. Was it you?

I know it wasn't you 'cause you're my sweet cat.

Yes, you are.

I know.

- Hi, Rhonda. - Hannah!

Hannah Swensen in my beauty salon? Well, this is a first.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you a question about lipstick.

I knew this day would come. Let's begin.

- Begin? - Yes! Your makeover!

No, no, no. I just have a question for you.

The answer is yes.

- Yes? - Yes! Foundation makes a difference.

Do you carry this lipstick?

Pretty Girl Cosmetics Passion Pink? No. Do you see how that smeared?

Our lipstick? Smudge-proof.

But if I wanted to buy this lipstick, where would I get it?

Hannah it's not your colour, trust me. You are a winter, and that is a summer colour.

Now let me sit you down

and let me show you the woman inside of you

that is just dying to come out.

Nice bone structure.

- Thank you. - We have got to do something with this hair.

So, you don't like Passion Pink lipstick?

Well, I really don't like anything from that line.

It's not what I'd call vulgar, but I wouldn't call it classy either.

Do you know anyone who does like Passion Pink?

There's only one woman in town that can get away with wearing it,

Danielle Watson.

The coach's wife?

You know what? I don't have time for this. I have to get to the church.

No. There is always time for beauty.

Beauty is timeless.

The service is over. Go in peace. May the Lord be with you all.

Now the family asks if you'd like to join them for light refreshments in the common room.

Honey, now I know Norman is here, and I do appreciate that you're trying,

but, honey, a little goes a long way.

Mother, no.

Not now, Mother.

Hannah.

Danielle, what's wrong?

It's a funeral. One cries at a funeral.

Of course. It's awful what happened to Ron.

Yeah.

Had you seen him recently?

No, not really.

Well, we stopped getting home delivery, so I didn't run into him as much,

but if you'll excuse me, my husband's waiting for me.

Danielle...

Does your husband know that you were with Ron early that morning?

No.

Boyd was out of town, visiting his mother in Cypress.

When did he get back?

About 8:00 that night.

Why were you with Ron that morning?

I don't think that any of your business.

I would agree, under normal circumstances,

but there is a homicide detective named Mike Kingston in town,

and he is determined to solve Ron's murder, and he is not going away.

Hannah, don't. Please don't tell anyone.

Come on.

Danielle, were you having an affair with Ron?

Did Boyd find out about it and get angry and...

And what? Kill him? No!

Did you spend the night with Ron?

Yes. But it wasn't what you think, okay?

I know Ron from GA.

Gamblers Anonymous?

Yes. With Boyd away, I was itching to go to the casino.

Then when I got there,

Ron was already there in the parking lot, handing out GA pamphlets.

And the bouncer wasn't happy about that, so they had a fight,

and Ron ended up with a broken tooth.

I took him back to his place to put some ice on his swollen jaw.

And we talked all night.

- That's the truth. - I believe you.

I feel horrible about what happened to Ron,

but you can't tell anyone about Ron and me, you can't.

The police have to know what happened. I mean, you're going to have to tell them.

Please, please.

Okay, okay, Danielle, I will try to keep your name out of it for as long as I can.

You promise?

I promise.

Honey, sorry I took...

Hey! Hi, there you are.

- Norman, hi! - Hey.

Jeez, I like your new look.

Right, thanks.

You knew Ron?

Yeah, yeah, he was a patient.

Norman, did Ron come to see you the morning that he was killed?

He did, actually, yeah.

Can I ask why?

Apparently, he got in a fight at the casino, and he got socked in the jaw,

and he came to my office the next morning without an appointment,

just as I was opening up,

and I gave him a shot of Xylocaine for the pain,

but he would not take the time to get the tooth fixed.

Why?

He said that he hated being late for deliveries,

and that he was already late for the Cookie Jar, for you.

Did you have an appointment after him?

Are you asking me if I have an alibi? Do I have to account for my whereabouts?

No. I mean, of course not. I was just curious.

Well, I did not follow Ron to the back of your shop and shoot him.

No, I didn't, because I did have an appointment right after him.

Really?

I did. It was your mother.

- My mother? - Yeah, she came in and I whitened her teeth.

She came in, actually, just as Ron was leaving.

She even waved goodbye to him.

Maybe you can ask her if you don't believe me.

It's not that. I mean, you seem like a very nice man.

Of course, I believe you.

You're a very nice woman.

I'd love to spend some more time with you, if...

I'd like that.

- Really? That's great. - Yeah.

You should come by the office tomorrow. I can clean your teeth.

- I... - That was a weird offer.

I don't date very often.

I think you're flustering me is what's happening here.

- I am? - You are.

How about lunch? We could do lunch.

Have a picnic, or something, and get to know each other.

I promise I won't talk about dental hygiene at all.

- Sounds perfect. - Great.

Detective Kingston.

Miss Hannah Swensen, out of the dumpster.

Yeah. Well, it's nice of you to come to Ron's funeral.

You'd be surprised how often the killer shows up at the funeral

to inject himself into the investigation.

I should have known you came here just for the investigation.

- Think I came for the cookies? - No, I don't.

Very good, by the way.

Thank you. What happened with the cup I found?

The fingerprints were way too compromised by the garbage.

- So, you have nothing. - I didn't say that.

A homeless guy was seen in the alley, the morning of the shooting.

That's a dead end, no pun intended.

But Vincent's harmless.

He just goes around collecting cans and bottles from the alley.

Well, if it's okay with you,

I think I'll follow up anyway, you know, since it's my job.

Of course, I'll leave you to it.

I spoke to your boyfriend.

My boyfriend?

He told me about the casino and how Mr LaSalle was hit by the bouncer...

Dr Rhodes is not my boyfriend!

- I just assumed. - You do that a lot, don't you?

Assume things? Is that what they taught you in detective school, to assume things?

Because I assume that you should be out there finding the person

with the real motive.

Miss Swensen, if you know something about this investigation,

I expect you to tell me.

Of course I would. You're the detective, as you keep reminding me.

And what do I know, anyway? I'm just a baker.

We will be sending these cookies right out to you,

and congratulations on winning our Cookie of the Month Club, Mrs Watson.

Do you have family in Eden Lake?

A son.

He's coach of the baseball team for the high school? How nice.

Have you seen him lately?

Not for a month. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

No, of course. Thank you for your time. Have a nice day.

Hannah? We have a Cookie of the Month Club?

Only when absolutely necessary.

Hey, there's the cookie lady.

- I brought you some cookies. Yeah. - Thank you, Miss Swensen.

Are you going to bring us another win this week?

Well, we're gonna try.

- Especially you, with that home run swing. - Yeah, well, it is my signature move.

I know.

Another swing could take out a mailbox in one try.

How did you...

I think you should offer to fix that mailbox, don't you?

Maybe you could even offer to help Mr Martin clean up his yard.

Yes, ma'am.

Go get 'em, tiger.

I think she's psychic.

Hey, guys, back in the field. Let's go. Come on.

I'm sure the boys appreciate the snacks,

but I'd prefer if you didn't disrupt my practise.

Won't happen again, Coach Watson.

Hey, coach, how's your mother?

Why do you ask?

No reason. I heard you went to visit her last week.

I did. She's fine.

That's wonderful news.

Ron and Danielle spent the night together.

Danielle's husband, Coach Watson, may or may not have known that they did,

but he did lie about going to visit his mother.

So, he could have killed Ron in a jealous rage.

Ron got in a fight with a bouncer at the casino,

and the bouncer could have killed Ron.

I should probably share all this information with that smug, know-it-all detective.

This is one of my favourite spots.

I know. I asked your mother where you like to eat.

- What else did my mother tell you? - Nothing.

That you like red roses, and that someday, you will make someone a wonderful wife.

Yup, that sounds like my mother.

It feels good to laugh after yesterday, huh?

Yeah.

You know, Ron's funeral, it stirred up some weird feelings for me.

Against Ron?

No, no, not at all, against the horrible person he worked for.

- Max Turner. - Yeah.

My father borrowed some money from Max.

Max waited until just months before my father was to pay off the loan,

and he triggered a clause entitling him to call it in and take my parents' house.

- I had no idea. - Yeah, well, no one did.

I had to wire Max the money a day before the deadline.

You saved your parents' house?

Well...

Norman, you really are a nice man.

Hey, listen, I have been invited to the Woodleys' party on Friday.

You should definitely go. And take business cards.

- You'll get plenty of new patients there. - Great.

- So? - So?

Well, seeing as it's been clearly established that we're both very nice people,

I thought maybe you would want to accompany me to the party.

- Accompany? - As in a date.

It's where two people spend time together outside of work.

So, is that a yes, or...

Yes, Norman. That's a yes.

Okay.

No, I'm not judging, Mother.

I'm simply asking if you had your teeth whitened.

Norman said you were there the morning of Ron's murder,

and you saw him leave as you arrived, and I was just wondering...

Yes, I saw Norman again. He asked me to the Woodleys' party.

And I said, "Yes."

Mother.

Miss Swensen. I'm Paul Kassen, the manager.

You insisted on seeing me. May I ask why?

Well, it's a bit embarrassing.

This is a casino. Most things here are embarrassing.

Now, let me start off by saying we can't give you your money back.

No, it's nothing like that.

My brother was here on Tuesday night, and things got a bit out of hand.

He got into a fight with one of your bouncers.

And my parents feel awful. They sent me here to apologise.

He's fine.

He had a black eye, couple of scrapes, but nothing serious.

Good. Was he able to finish his shift?

No, but that had nothing to do with the fight.

His wife went into labour and he had to rush off to the hospital.

Well, I'd like to apologise to him personally.

I even baked him cookies. They're shaped like poker chips.

The manager confirmed the bouncer's story?

Are you following me?

Are you interfering in my investigation?

No. I was just making sure that the bouncer didn't follow Ron home and kill him.

How do you know he didn't?

His wife called and he got to the hospital in time for her to have a baby.

But he could have made a stop, shot Ron, then went to the hospital.

That's true. So, I was going to go to the hospital and check.

I already did.

And the nurse said that he showed up a little after midnight

and didn't leave his wife's side for two days.

They just told you all that?

Yes. And I didn't have to lie about who I am.

Because I am a real homicide detective, and not a baker.

Well, that settles that, doesn't it?

Yeah.

I just found out that Max, the guy Ron was working for,

is also a loan shark.

- I knew that. - You knew that? How'd you know that?

I've lived here my entire life and I didn't know that.

I get it. Because you're the detective, and I'm the baker and I...

You are a baker that is in way over her head, okay?

There is a cold-blooded killer out there and if he finds out that you're tracking him,

he could come after you.

I will have you know that I am perfectly capable

of taking care of myself.

So, it's back to Coach Watson.

Hey, Claire. I am in dire need of an LBD.

Wonderful.

And you know how when you can't sleep, you drive around the town all night?

Mrs Houser thinks you're having an affair with the Mayor.

Fred Miller?

Gross.

So, next time when you have to pass Mrs Houser's house at 2:00 a.m.,

you should probably wave at her.

I will.

Now, about that little black dress.

Thanks. Welcome to the party.

Hello, Hannah. And you must be Dr Rhodes.

- I am. Hi. Pleasure. - Welcome to our home.

Hannah, the cookies and cakes are wonderful as usual.

Thank you so much, Mrs Woodley.

Please, call me Judith.

Well, you must have the most beautiful home in all of Eden Lake.

We do.

- Thank you. Please enjoy the party. - Thank you.

- Hello, you two. - Hi.

- Wow, you look beautiful. - Thank you.

- Norman. - Hi. How are you?

- Hey. - Hi.

- Excuse me. What? - So, you like him?

- Yeah, he's a very nice man. - Yes, he is.

And that detective Mike is super cute too, right?

Maybe, but he's very smug. He acts like such a know-it-all.

He's very smart.

Bill said he's the youngest detective in the force.

He goes around insinuating that I have a boyfriend.

First, he thought Ron was my boyfriend

and then he thought Norman was my boyfriend.

- What? - I know that face. You really like him.

- I didn't say that. - You don't have to.

You're blushing. Not that I blame you. He is incredibly handsome.

He wears a wedding ring.

He lost his wife last year. That's why he was available to come here.

He's thinking of getting out of the city to start something new

and was looking to check out Eden Lake.

I feel horrible. I have been so mean to him.

Be nicer. He's single and gorgeous, and he might be moving here.

- Hi. - Hi.

We're back.

Good evening, Miss Swensen. Your cookies are a huge hit, as usual.

Thank you. Please, call me Hannah.

You know, there are a few extra silver trays that I didn't end up using.

I'm happy to bring them back in a day or two.

Thank you.

Hannah Swensen? Is that you?

Hi.

Hannah, I almost didn't recognise you.

Benton, how are you? It's been a long time.

I'm wonderful.

My parents insisted I come to their annual party.

I saw you opened a quaint little bakery. How nice for you.

Yeah, it's super fun. How are things on Wall Street?

You still must be the smartest guy on the block.

I've had great success in New York, but I've moved back home for now.

What, really?

I'm pretty sure you said you would never move back here.

In fact, I think you said pigs would fly before you...

I felt I could put my Yale degree to better use with the DelRay companies.

My father wants me to take over the family empire one day.

Excuse me, I see someone I need to talk to.

How are you doing, Danielle?

Hi. I'm fine.

How are things with Boyd?

Everything's fine.

Look, I want to thank you for not saying anything to anyone about me and Ron.

- I don't know how much longer I can go... - I remembered something.

At the dairy, after Ron was finished loading the truck,

he had to go to the barn to talk to his boss,

but he said that Max was in there arguing with somebody.

Did he say who it was?

No, he just said that Max was in there, talking to somebody,

and he did not seem happy.

Did you notice anything else, like a car nearby?

No... Yes. I did see a car.

- What kind? - I have no idea.

It was small and dark, blue or black, maybe forest green.

Anything specific that you remember about that car?

It had ski racks on it,

'cause I remember thinking I hadn't been skiing in ages.

That's great. Small, dark, with ski racks.

If you remember anything else, Danielle, please let me know.

- Of course. - Okay.

Betty? You look gorgeous.

Sorry, you startled me. I gave up on the diet.

Listen, I was wondering if Max is here.

Why do you ask?

I was just curious.

When Detective Kingston questioned me the other day,

I said that Max was at the Tri-State Buttermakers' Convention in Wisconsin...

- But? - Now I'm not so sure.

He was supposed to check in at the Eau Claire Inn on Wednesday morning,

but never did.

I have no idea what might have happened to him.

Well, Betty, do you know who Max was meeting with

very early on Tuesday morning?

No one. I have no idea.

Maybe it has something to do with Max's other business.

He loans money to people?

Amongst other things.

- Max has a lot of enemies. - I see.

Well, you don't get as rich as Max just selling cream and butter.

He's a shark when it comes to picking up failing businesses

and foreclosing on properties and turning profits.

For Max, it's all about the money.

Betty, if you're going to go for it, I'd say choose the devil's food cake.

Thanks. Devil's food...

Andrea. I've been looking for you everywhere.

I belong in a house like this.

Don't you think I would look fabulous in this house?

- Yes. - I'd have to redecorate it, of course.

Modernise it. Chintz are so yesterday.

Okay, listen.

Something fishy is going on with Max Turner.

He's missing, and I think it has something to do with Ron's murder.

Where's Bill?

There was a huge pile-up on the Interstate. Bill just left to deal with it.

Okay. Well, then, I guess it's up to us.

- Us? - Yeah. We have to find him.

We? Doesn't he have a wife or someone that's looking for him?

Are you coming, or not?

Okay, fine. I will go by myself. And it will be lonely, and dark, and scary...

Okay, fine. That is so manipulative.

Well, I learned from the best. Mother. Come on.

All right. Okay.

You have my word, Benton.

I can extract that wisdom tooth and you will barely feel a thing.

- Fine. Fine. - Okay? Okay.

You give me a call, okay?

Hey. So, are you getting some new business?

- Yeah, yeah. It's a great party. - Good.

Yeah, it is a wonderful party. I'm just not feeling well.

I kind of have a headache. I think I should go.

- No. Okay, well, I'll grab our coats. - No.

My sister Andrea said she'd take me home.

So, you can stay and have fun and drum up more business.

You know, I was thinking that Judith Woodley,

she needs to have her teeth whitened.

Sure.

Okay, well, hey, I was thinking, what about Saturday night, maybe?

- Dinner and a movie? - It's a date.

- Great. - Bye.

- Thanks, let's go. Come on. - Okay.

- What if Max is sleeping? - We'll wake him up.

- Why do we say we're here? - A friendly house call.

10 O'clock on a Saturday night?

You could give him decorating tips.

- That's true. - Come on.

Be cool, be cool.

Nobody's home. Come on.

- Where are you going? - Let's check the garage.

- You give me a boost up, okay? - Seriously?

Yeah, yeah. Just give me a lift, all right? Ready?

- Yes. - One, two...

His car's gone.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Okay, come on, let's go. - Okay.

So, now what?

- Well, the dairy's just down the road. - I think it's closed for the night.

But we're going to go anyways

'cause you make all the rules and you're the boss of me.

- I love being the older sister. - Just don't.

Andrea, there's a hole in this window. It looks like a bullet hole.

You have a morbid imagination.

There is nobody here. This is getting creepy. I think we should go.

We can't go yet. We have to find Max. Come on, he's got to be here somewhere.

- I don't think we should be doing this. - We're doing it for Ron. Come on.

- Andrea. - What?

This is his car. This is Max's car.

What's with the luggage?

We've got to find him.

He's here. He's here somewhere. Andrea, come on. Keep looking.

Max?

Max Turner?

Max?

- Do you see him? - No, I only see cows.

Max Turner!

Hannah, he's not here. Let's just go home.

I am not going in there. I am calling Bill right now.

- What's happening? - I don't have a signal.

- Well... - Do you...

What are you guys doing here?

Well... I... We... We found Max.

He's in there. He's no longer alive.

He... What?

What is it with you and dead bodies?

Right up here, guys.

Bring your kit over here, Steve.

How dare you drag Andrea here?

No one dragged me anywhere. I insisted on coming along.

To do what?

To look out for my sister.

So, you thought it would be a good idea to come down here in the dark,

break into the dairy, and just hope that you didn't get killed?

- I wasn't thinking... - No, no, you weren't thinking at all.

You put yourself and your sister in danger. There are now two murder victims.

Do you want to be the third?

I am the worst person in the world. Bill hates me.

I lied to the only date that I've had in months. My sister thinks I'm a fool.

I've been terrible to poor Mike.

And I'm withholding information in a murder investigation.

What is the matter with me?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Your mother!

Good morning.

I'm on my way to an estate sale.

I do believe that today is the day I shall find some Wedgwood

maybe even a soup tureen. I'm feeling lucky.

You had a chair blocking your door?

No, I was just cleaning the floors.

No, you weren't.

Your sister told me what happened last night.

Hannah, you have to stop this.

You're going to scare away all the eligible men

if you keep finding dead bodies, honey.

Now, I feel awful about Ron's murder, we all do, but...

Sweetheart, what's wrong?

I've made a mess of everything, and everybody hates me.

And I don't know what is wrong with me.

Nothing is wrong with you.

You are smart, and talented, and a beautiful girl.

And you can do anything if you put your mind to it.

- But... - But nothing.

You just need to work it out.

- How? - The same way you always do.

You need to roll up your sleeves and clear your mind and get in your kitchen.

You always come out with an answer.

When you lose your way, it's best to go back to the basics.

If you stay calm and quiet and focus on the mechanics of baking,

all of the answers will fall into place.

Are you lonesome?

Are you looking for someone to share your life with?

Stop looking for the perfect partner, and concentrate on being a perfect partner.

If you do that, then that person will find you, and recognise in you, a partner for life.

This is Dr Love reminding you that a life without love is only half a life.

Hannah.

Hi. I came to apologise.

For what?

For so many things that I don't even know where to begin.

I don't know you that well, so I didn't know what you would like.

I made you a strawberry cheesecake, and some black and white cookies,

and a fruit flan, and a babka.

I'm sorry, what's a "babka"?

You'll see.

Thank you. I think I'll go into insulin shock if I eat even half of these.

I know, but it's the only way I know how to say I'm sorry.

Well, thank you.

So, that's it?

You expect me to eat all this alone?

- Well... - Come on. I'll buy you a coffee.

Yeah, yeah, this is it.

Are you kidding me? This is absolutely gorgeous. I love this.

I run here every day. I knew you'd like it.

Beautiful.

I mean, I don't really like staying in hotels,

but it's just temporary until after the case is solved,

and after that, well, who knows?

Yeah, I'm looking for a new place to live.

That's one of the reasons I took on this assignment.

Well, I hope you like our town.

I mean, you know with the exception of the two murders,

it's actually quite peaceful.

- These are so good. - Thank you.

I'm sorry about your wife.

It must be so hard.

I wasn't sure I was going to make it,

but life has a way of continuing on with or without you,

so I decided to get up and join in.

Well, I know you're right about that.

Why did I just tell you that? I never talk about that.

We found some clues at the dairy.

There were two gunshots, each from a different gun.

One round found in Max, and then another was lodged into the chair.

Two different guns? Why would the killer use two different guns?

I have no idea.

But the ballistics report showed that the same gun was used to kill both Ron and Max,

and the bullet found in the chair was from an entirely...

...different gun.

What?

You're sharing information with me about the investigation.

You know, the truth is, I can't figure you out.

It's like you're one step ahead of me on this case.

I just may have underestimated you.

- I'm just a baker. - Yeah.

The smartest, nicest baker I've ever met.

What a nice thing to say. Did it hurt?

You know, the truth is,

I think that if I give you this information, on some level,

it will prevent you from going out and trying to find it on your own.

But does it also mean that you trust me?

Just a little?

Yes.

But mostly, I'm trying to keep you out of danger.

I'm trying to keep you safe.

I went through Max Turner's safe, and the guy made a lot of loans.

He took advantage of a ton of people.

Hey, is this the list of people that Max made loans to?

Yeah. Bill and I are going to be following up with each one.

Boyd Watson is on that list.

I guess, yeah. Why?

I may have some information about the case.

Excuse me.

Detective Kingston.

Yes.

I'll be right there.

I've got a lead I've got to follow up on. Did you want to tell me something?

It can wait.

I'm going to walk back to the bakery, 'cause it's just a couple blocks away...

- Are you sure? - Yeah, yeah, of course.

But, thanks for...

Hey, Danielle, this is Hannah. We need to talk.

Call me as soon as you get this.

We need to return those trays to the Woodleys.

Some of them didn't get used.

I'll put them in my car and take them over tomorrow.

And they didn't pay their bill.

Maybe you could ask about it when you return the platters?

- Will do. - Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

Hi, you've reached the Watsons. Leave us a message.

Danielle, it's Hannah again. Please call me as soon as you get this.

- Betty? - Yes.

Come on in. What wrong?

I know you have a cat,

and I was wondering if you might like to adopt Bootsey.

She's a very good girl, and she's house trained.

There's enough money in that envelope

to cover her expenses for 20 years to life.

Betty, what's wrong?

It's too horrible to say out loud.

Start at the beginning, Betty. Tell me everything.

The night before I was here picking up the cookies,

I shot Max Turner.

He was a horrible, horrible man.

I stayed for so many years because I loved my job.

We were providing a service for the community.

You shot him through the window?

He sent me an e-mail telling me I was fired. Who does that?

I worked for the man for 15 years. I devoted my life to that company.

He said they were cutting back, and I...

You shot at him sitting in his chair?

Yes.

The chair where he sits all day, criticising me and ordering me around.

How was I going to find another job at 62?

And then I remembered, I had my daddy's gun.

He had given it to me for protection.

I had never even held it before that night.

And now, poor Bootsey is going to have to come visit me in prison.

That is, if you'll bring her to see me.

Betty, you did not kill Max Turner.

You shot at his chair, but he wasn't sitting in it.

I didn't?

I didn't.

Look, I'm going to have to talk to Mike Kingston.

He's the detective on the case.

And he's going to want to ask you some questions and see your gun,

but this isn't as bad as you think it is.

Here.

I never want to see this thing again.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Danielle, haven't you gotten any of my messages? We need to talk.

I'm sorry, I'm very busy, Hannah.

It's a little early in the day for sunglasses. I'm coming in.

- Danielle... - He didn't do it.

He couldn't have killed Max.

Look, you have to stop defending him.

I spoke to Boyd's mother, and she hasn't seen him in over a month.

She also told me about winning the cookie contest, which means

that I know that you called her, and that you know that, too.

Do you know that Boyd borrowed money from Max Turner?

What?

No. I mean, there are so many bills

and coaching doesn't pay a lot, but we're fine.

He may have seen you with Ron.

And he owes Max money.

What kind of car does Boyd drive?

He drives a black Honda.

I need to see it.

No ski racks.

He's such a good man.

I can't believe that we would even think that he could...

I'm so relieved.

I can't protect you any more. Danielle, if you don't call the police, I will.

I know I should have told you about Danielle and Boyd sooner.

I'm so sorry.

Boyd is denying having anything to do with Max or Ron's murder.

He does admit to not being at his mother's, but he says he was fishing.

What?

Hey, jail is filled with people that say they didn't do it.

I feel terrible for Danielle.

I had a long talk with Betty. She gave us a statement.

You know, I really don't think she's a danger to society.

Neither do I, but I am going to keep an eye on her,

and I insisted that she work with a counsellor to work out some of her issues.

I think that's a good idea. That's very compassionate of you.

You'd almost even say that was sweet.

- Must've been all that sugar that you fed me. - Maybe.

Hey, maybe we could grab some coffee

and several more desserts next Saturday night?

- I'd like that. - Good.

I mean, I haven't dated since I lost my wife,

but I'd really like to get to know you.

Me, too.

And I would love to show you around Eden Lake, you know?

I mean, it's so beautiful here.

I've already seen some real beauty in this town.

- Miss Swensen. - It's Hannah. How are you?

Busy. Still cleaning up after the party.

Well, I just came to return the platters that I didn't use.

Let's put them in the kitchen.

- You cleaning up here all by yourself? - Yeah, I am.

But there were so many people here helping the night of the party.

They were just here for the evening.

- Really? I thought there was a whole staff... - Hannah Swensen.

What are you doing here?

Hi, Judith. I came to return the platters and to collect my cheque from the party?

Malinda, Miss Swensen and I will have tea in the drawing room.

Yes, Mrs Woodley.

Come with me, I'll write you a cheque.

All of our artwork is on loan to a museum in Minneapolis.

It's a small philanthropic gesture. You understand.

Of course.

When one owns fine art, one must be willing to share it with the public.

One must.

There are only a few cookies left from the party.

I'm sure my husband and Benton will enjoy them

when they come home from the country club.

That's wonderful. You know, you can freeze them, too.

How splendid for you.

Now, how much do I owe you?

$220.

I was so happy to see that Benton has come home.

It's pure joy to have him here.

And he was doing so well on Wall Street, as you know.

Raising a son who is so successful is quite an achievement.

You have a lot to be proud of.

I'm sure your mother is proud of you, too.

- There you go. - Thank you.

I'll be right back.

My gosh.

Hello?

- Andrea, it's Hannah. Are you at home? - Yes, I'm just getting ready.

I am so shocked about Boyd. I guess you never really know people.

Listen to me. Find the list that Bill has

of the people that Max loaned money to, okay?

Check for me to see if the Woodleys are on it.

The Woodleys are filthy rich.

Why do they need a loan?

Just check, okay? And call me back. Thank you.

Shall we have our tea now?

Thank you, Malinda. That'll be all.

Please, take a seat.

Wedgwood. Wow, it's so beautiful.

My mother collects them.

She goes to antique shops and estate sales, always looking...

How sweet.

This is a beautifully rendered set that was on offer for a limited time in the 1800s.

No, no, don't, don't touch it. Please.

These cookies are delicious. They're my favourites.

Hidden Secrets.

I call them "Hidden Secrets" because of the cherry hidden inside each one.

"Hidden Secrets". That's very clever.

I don't believe that the person chooses the cookie.

I believe that the cookie chooses the person.

The trick is that right when that cookie comes out of the oven,

you have to wrap it around the cherry to make sure it stays.

I don't bake.

When did Benton get back into town?

He flew in last week. Tuesday afternoon, I believe.

And you picked him up from the airport?

No. I assume it was the butler.

He probably picked him up in the Bentley. Why?

It's funny, I didn't see the Bentley when I pulled up.

You know, there is only one silver Bentley in all of Eden Lake.

It's in being serviced, along with the Rolls. Why are you asking?

You know me. Curious.

I was even wondering about the black car in the drive.

The little black car in the drive is Malinda's.

Does Benton use it when he's in town?

Why would Benton use the maid's car?

Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I have a lot of things to get done today,

so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Excuse me, sorry.

- Hello? - Hi, it's me.

There are no Woodleys on the list, but there is a J. Devonshire.

That's Judith's maiden name, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

You know, you can come by and find me any time.

We could talk about your order.

What?

Hannah?

Hannah.

Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is Hannah here?

No, she's out on an errand.

Will you tell her that Mike came by to say hi?

Well, why don't you take a seat, Detective, and I'll bring you some pie and some coffee.

Hannah should be back any minute.

Okay. Sounds great.

How's blueberry?

Blueberry would be absolutely fanta...

I got this.

Where did Hannah go?

To return some platters to the Woodley house.

She should be back any minute.

I'm so glad you dropped by to say hello,

but next time, please make sure you call ahead first.

Of course. I'd like to say goodbye to Malinda before I go.

When I took that call, I told her to take the rest of the day off.

She works so hard.

Forgive me for asking,

but why did you take a loan out from Max Turner?

Excuse me?

There was a list of all the people that Max made loans to.

It was found in his safe when he was murdered.

That was a long time ago.

Benton was having some issues at work.

He'd lost some money on a few stocks,

and his customers were not happy, so I helped him get a loan.

But why a loan?

Why didn't you just give Benton the money yourself?

Look, none of this is any of your business, and I think you should go now.

Where was Benton on the morning that Ron and Max were murdered?

As I've already told you, he was on a flight from New York.

Does he still have the boarding pass?

Think that would really help steer suspicion away from him.

The murderer is in jail.

And why would anyone suspect my son of such a heinous crime?

If he can prove that he was on that plane, it'll be as if we never spoke.

All right. I'll get the boarding pass.

There you are.

Lisa. Is Hannah here?

No, she went to the Woodleys' to deliver some platters.

- Is everything okay? - Hey.

I don't know.

Hannah called to see if any of the Woodleys were on Max's loan list.

I told her that Judith Woodley was on there under her maiden name,

and she said, "Thank you, and come find me."

But she didn't hang up her phone, and I could hear muffled voices,

but I don't know where she is, I don't know who she's with.

Malinda.

Hey, Malinda, are you here?

Malinda?

Here it is. I trust this settles the matter.

Yeah. Well, that confirms Benton's alibi. I'm so sorry for asking all those questions.

It just seemed like the evidence was overwhelming.

A killer needs a motive.

What possible motive would my son have to kill either of these men?

The art on the walls at the party was rented, wasn't it?

I beg your pardon?

And those cars aren't being serviced. You sold them, didn't you?

How dare you?

Usually, you serve my cookies on sterling silver platters,

and this year, they were silver plated.

Maybe Benton doesn't have a motive, but you do.

How did you know?

Well, I wasn't sure until you pulled out the gun.

It turns out Benton wasn't a financial wizard after all.

I should have known.

He's weak like his father.

Why did you kill Max Turner?

I borrowed a million dollars to cover Benton's losses

and I used DelRay Industries as collateral.

And Max was threatening to call in the loan.

He was going to take everything, and you couldn't let that happen.

Yeah. Greed has always been that man's weakness.

It gave me great pleasure to rid the world of Max Turner.

Of course, I couldn't have any witnesses, so I had to kill your friend,

which brought me no pleasure at all. I want you to know that.

Look, we could tell the police that you were desperate...

However it will give me a different kind of pleasure to rid the world of you, Hannah.

I don't like busybodies.

Judith, please, just consider the consequences of doing something like this.

I mean, if you just think it through...

Would you like to finish your tea before I kill you?

That's not real Wedgwood. You know that, right?

And how exactly would you know that?

A little trick of my mother's.

Most people don't know that

Wedgwood would put a double maker's mark on the underside of the lid.

Shall we see?

Like I said, only one mark.

Let go! Let go!

- No, no. - Okay. Okay.

I guess we won't be finishing our tea.

Okay...

Mother.

What are you doing? Put the gun down.

I'm doing this for you, Benton, for us, for the family.

No, you're not. You're destroying the Woodley name forever.

Put the gun down.

How many times have I had to bail you out of trouble?

Our money is the only thing that brought you crawling back from New York.

You're wrong, and clearly, you've lost your mind.

We wouldn't be in this situation if you...

If you had invested wisely, and if you'd listened to me.

That's nothing compared with what you've done.

Dad told me his suspicions about you, but I didn't believe him until now.

Drop the gun.

- No... - Put the gun down, Mrs Woodley.

Put it down.

No.

Mother.

It's over.

Put the gun down.

Oh, God.

How did you even know to come here?

I came by your store to tell you that Boyd's story actually checked out,

that he was really fishing when he said he was at his mother's.

I feel so badly for suspecting him.

All the clues led there.

But detective work is dangerous.

I mean, you realise that you were very close to getting yourself killed.

I know. You're right.

You're the detective, I am the baker. Next time, I will be more careful.

I'm sorry, next time?

I'm going to have to keep my eye on you.

A double homicide.

Good heavens. Eden Lake will never be the same.

So, I am making a big Italian dinner for my grandfather this Saturday night.

I hope you can come?

I would love to, but I have a date on Saturday.

My goodness.

I think I have two dates on Saturday.

Well, you're a very popular girl.

Yeah. I guess I am.

Baking is a metaphor for life.

One must follow a recipe for happiness

by adding equal measure of reliable ingredients,

mixed with innovative spice,

in order to create a cookie that is satisfying, sweet,

and full of adventure.