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[instrumental music]

[people cheering in distance]

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

[gasps]

[music continues]

[exhales softly]

[creaking]

[music continues]

[door creaking]

[gasps]

How dare you?

Leave me alone.

[groans]

[thuds]

[thuds]

[upbeat music]

♪ Do you remember
the first time ♪

♪ That my eyes set on you ♪

♪ Your smile
came from nowhere ♪

♪ For some time never
or sometimes soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

[music continues]

♪ I was only passing through ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

Where do I know them from?

Oh, it's that antiques dealer.

You smashed that
rubbish parrot ornament

in a shop and she
tried to fleece us.

- You remember?
- Oh, yeah.

[chuckles]

Niall, could I have
a glass of Veuve?

That cheap, weak wine
making me feel a bit icky.

When I go I want
champagne all around.

Well, look at you.

And I was just
about to ask if they

could turn the air
conditioning off.

It's me menopause.

I'm having a hot flush.

How fascinating.

Do you know, I've
never had one of those?

A hot flush?

No, the other one.

You've never had a menopause?

No, I don't know what
all the fuss is about.

[chuckles]

Hello, Jean, hello, Gloria.

Oh, I-I'm sorry for your loss.

Was she a close friend?

Oh, yes. Anna.

One of the key committee
members of the theater.

Almost irreplaceable.

But, darling, we're not going to
lose our little theater, are we?

No, of course
we're not, darling.

But we do need to
find a replacement

with a bit of spare
investment cash and sharpish

the council has been
after that plot for years.

What do you mean?

Well, if we don't complete
the committee within a month

the council will slap a
compulsory order on the theater

and turn it into flats.

How can they do that?

It was left to
Sainte Victoire by

a benevolent
theater buff years ago.

To keep it fair the council
insisted there was always

a committee of four
that's just a smokescreen.

The minute interest wanes

they'll snap
it up in a heartbeat.

What are they like?

You would be
interested, would you, Jean?

Well, I don't mind
making the numbers up.

T-t-temporarily.

[chuckles]

Thanks, Jean, you're wonderful.

Now, do you
mind if I pop this up

in honor of our
dear departed Anna?

- Go for it.
- Oh.

[instrumental music]

I'm just gonna pop to the loo.

[chuckles]

You fancy a bit
of theater, darling?

Not really my thing.

You're a piece
of work, Georgina.

You've got some nerve
coming back again.

Jean, you must come
and meet Anna's daughter.

She's into antiques too.

Religious ones, if I
remember rightly.

Huh, huh.

[Jeremy]Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, my condolences again.

Now, this is Jean.

She's an antique dealer, too.

- We have met.
- Now, Vivienne.

Uh, we're interviewing
prospective candidates tomorrow

to try and fill your mother's
rather sensational shoes.

I-I wonder if you'd like
to follow in her footsteps.

I am not really sure
that's Vivienne's thing.

Although where we're going
to find someone who understands

the fourth wall like
Anna is beyond me.

Absolutely not,
I loathe the theater.

I remember this one sitzprobe.

I'm sorry, did you just
say you loathe the theater?

What my daughter
is trying to say is that

no one may not be
the most appropriate--

And then is that an
Order of the Stage pin?

Yes, yes it is.

Oh, the Order of the Stage.

The great British
theater charity.

They select with
their membership.

I'm very impressed Jules,
that you're a member of the

British Order of the Stage,
especially you being French.

[gasps] Rumor has
it you were quite the director

back in the day,
toast of the West End.

I wouldn't go that far Jeremy

but um, I had a
few good reviews.

If you'd excuse us, our lawyer.

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

Yes, the Order
of the Stage, uh,

I wasn't actually a member
as you remember Mason.

I'm sure you did, but dear...

[indistinct chatter]

[Jeremy]And
he introduces to me...

[sobbing]

Now, Jean,

uh, you won't let us
down, tomorrow afternoon.

Sainte Victoire Theater.

Oh no, of course.

Of course, yeah.

[water splattering]

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

Oh, hello.

I am here on a professional
matter, Madame White.

- I need your help.
- My help?

I know that we did not get
of to the best of beginnings.

But I also know that you

have a reputation for
solving mysteries.

And that is exactly
what I have here.

Yesterday I found out that

Anna Dumonet was
not my real mother.

My solicitor gave
me this at the wake.

It is a letter from Anna on
her death bed, telling me so.

Uh, you had no idea?

My real mother,
was Anna's sister.

Genevieve Harris, an
English actress who was

murdered after a show
at the Sainte Victoire Theater

48 years ago.

Huh, that's awful.

Jean, I want to know,

who murdered my real
mother, Genevieve Harris.

Well, have you
been to the police?

There is nothing
they can do to help.

I'm not sure why I can--

She also...

left this.

Huh!

Let's have a closer look.

[instrumental music]

That's interesting.

Now, I wonder...

Yup, as I thought.

This is a poison ring.

- Poison ring?
- Oh.

Uh, yeah.

Victorian.

Hang on.

[clinks]

[gasps]

This must be my father.

[music continues]

I'll help you.

[water splattering]

Genevieve Harris.

Help yourself.

How long do
you keep an archive for?

Indefinitely.

There is not really
a time limit.

Oh, King John.

Yes, uh, founder
of the murder scene.

"My darling sister Anna.

"This is of some urgency.

"I have still had no
contact with my love

"Count Christophe.

"I believe he is trapped

"behind a wall of
Moldovian Royal politics.

"And they are
keeping him from me.

Not only that, but I
think I'm being watched."

Carry on.

"But, Anna, he
truly loves me.

"He has given me
a piece of treasure

"from the Royal
Collection to prove it.

"I know his family
wants it back.

"But they will never find it.

I've hidden it here, in
the Sainte Victoire Theater."

What authority would
it need, to get this evidence

back into the
possession of the family?

A simple signature
from the family.

The case, was
closed years ago.

Oh!

Oh, great, thank you.

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

How did you know I was here?

You're not into the theater.

I know you've been
in this play for two years.

So, how've you been?

Jack left me.

Sold my paperweight,
and left me penniless.

Was that the paperweight what
you stole from Dom

last time you did a flit?

- I'm sorry.
- Eh?

It's not me you
need to apologize to.

It's your daughter.

Oh.

How is she? Oh, I'd
really love to see her.

You'll have a job.

You see, Georgina, when
you left her the last time

she was in such a state,

that she had to leave
here, leave Sainte Victoire

because it reminded
her too much of you.

Well, where is she?

Backpacking in America.

Took me only son with her as
well, so thanks for that, love.

How long you?

Near, nearly a few days.

Please don't tell Dom I'm here.

[scoffs]

[door slams]

[Vivienne]My
father was aristocracy.

[Jean]It would seem
so from that inscription.

And as you can see,
the Moldovian secret police

may have been responsible
for Genevieve's murder.

I mean, they certainly
wanted their treasure back.

I don't understand, why this

was kept for me all this time.

A-and, i-i-if the
police knew all this,

why did not they pursue it?

Well, they did.

But they didn't find anything.

And there's something else.

[paper rustling]

This is the statement,

from the young stage doorkeeper.

That night, he thought
everyone had left.

But then he heard a baby crying.

And that's when he
found Genevieve's body.

That baby was you, Vivienne.

[intense music]

What do I do now?

Well, you need answers.

Why don't you
take up that position

as patron at the theater?

What?

Well, it means you'd
have full reign of the building

and access to all
the historical files.

It's might an idea.

[Judith]I really don't know
why we're bothering

we're never going
to find anyone.

Ah, Cedric, I noticed
the top window

in dressing room eleven
has been smashed.

- Can you fix it, please?
- Dressing room eleven?

[Jeremy]You know, the
one that no one will go in.

And I will not also.

Oh, come on, Cedric.

That all happened years ago.

You locals.

I do not go in
dressing room eleven.

[chuckles]

I understand.

[paper rustling]

Maybe that will help.

I will try and do it tonight.

[chuckles]

- Bonjour.
- Oh!

Hello!

Oh, hello, Vivienne,
I didn't expect to see you here.

I thought about what you
said, Jeremy, about my mother.

If you allow me, I would like to

take my mother's
place as a patron.

I thought you said
you loathe the theater.

I know I did, but
theater runs in my blood.

I think it is only right.

I should carry
my mother's legacy.

I think Vivianne's got a point.

And what better mentor
could she have than you, Jeremy?

[chuckles]
What was I thinking?

We'd be delighted to have
you on the committee, Vivienne.

- Won me everyone.
- Lovely.

Well, thank goodness
that's all sorted out.

Now can I please have
a very large gin and tonic?

- You did great.
- You sure?

Absolutely.

I've got to do
a bit more digging.

But I'll meet you later at the
La Couronne okay, I'll text you.

- Thank you, Jean.
- Oh, you're very welcome.

[water splattering]

You're the lady that owns
a religious antique shop?

I am.

Uh, business good?

Yes.

Taxi business is slow.

I have to consider
a career change.

[chuckles]

I'm the guy who smashed
the parrot in the shop.

It was worth the five
euro loss to see your face.

[instrumental music]

Hi, ya!

Oh!

Oh, so,

I've been doing some
research on your dad.

And it seems that it's
quite possible that it was

the Moldovian secret police
that was following your mother.

Like she said.

But why?

Well, Moldova was
a troubled society.

And they certainly
would not have wanted

one of their treasures being
given to an English actress.

Do you think, my
father is still alive?

Count Christophe...

the man whom
I think is your father.

Wow, he was um...

he was a rebel to his class.

But unfortunately,
it appears he died

fighting alongside his people.

In the Transnistria War of 1990.

[sighs]

Vivienne, I know it's hard.

But the best thing
we can do now,

In memory of your
mother and your father,

it is to get inside that theater

and see if your
treasure is still there.

[music continues]

[intense music]

[eerie music]

[table screeches]

[thuds]

[groans]

[glass shattering]

[groans]

[thuds]

[music continues]

[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi, I got your call.

Oh!

Ah, that looks nasty.

It was definitely a blow
to the head that killed him.

Not always fatal,
but a piece of glass

became lodged in his skull.

Most of the glass had
been cleared away by the killer

but forensics did
find another fragment

that is being dusted for prints.

The coroner has estimated

the time of death as midnight.

You got any leads?

It's early days uh...

Uh, this box, was
found on the floor.

Other than that,
nothing at the moment.

Well, the patina looks familiar.

[gasps]

Can I take some photos of this?

I'm going to have to
do a bit of research.

Of course.

[knocks on door]

- Susie?
- Yeah?

What's happening at the theater?

[Susie]Tonight's
show has been canceled

and we've got to leave.

What am I going to do?
I'm staying at the theater.

My landlady has thrown me
out, Susie, I've got no money.

[Susie]Well, I don't know,
Georgina, it's not my problem.

Well, where do I go?

[line beeps]

[lock clicks]

Hey, fancy coming to our
house tonight for some dinner?

I've got a big bag of mussels.

I think they might
be on the turn

but there's only one
way to find out you know.

[camera shutter clicks]

Well, even though that
sounds irresistible, Dominic.

- I think I'll pass.
- Ah!

Tell you what, though

do you fancy fixing a leaky tap?

[camera shutter clicks]

Try euphemism.

You fix it for me, and I'll
swap your bag of manky mussels

for a lovely homemade
chicken casserole.

- Deal?
- Deal.

- Yeah.
- Good.

[instrumental music]

[water splattering]

[snaps]

- Hooray.
- Yeah, hold on.

Just the washer.

Oh, not the tap.

I mean, yes, the tap.

Thank you.

But...

Hooray for Holly wood.

Oh, what, the screwy
bally-hooey Hollywood?

Not the place.

The wood, from the holly tree.

I thought the
box was too plain at first.

I'd only seen the ones
with ornate silver work

on the corner before,
and that's what threw me.

Wow!

What?

I think this is a Faberge Box.

But what was inside it?

Don't say aftershave.

I-I wasn't gonna say aftershave.

It must've been Genevieve's
treasure inside this box.

Now, Vivienne's real dad

was Count Christophe.

And the aristocracy
were huge collectors.

Collectors of what?

[birds chirping]

Hey.

I think I've worked out
what the hidden treasure is.

Go on.

- I think, it's a Faberge egg.
- Okay.

I mean, I've got a bit more
digging to do,

but I'm definitely onto
something.

Very good.

How did it go at the theater?

We have a fingerprint

from the fragment
of glass that was found.

Two murders in the same
dressing room 48 years apart.

- I mean, what are the odds?
- Very small, I guess.

Being the first person
to read Genevieve's script

after all these years,

I feel like I've
opened Pandora's box.

I-I'm sorry to disappoint
you, Madame White,

but you are not the first
person to read that script.

What do you mean?

Madame Belvoir,
the Dumonet's lawyer.

She looked at this historic
evidence a week before you did.

I did record it.

She was very thorough,
she took many pictures.

Let's bring her in.

[intense music]

[water splattering]

The questions could
not wait until morning.

In English, if you don't mind.

For the benefit of my colleague.

Where were you last night?

At home alone.

Is there anyone
who can confirm this?

No, and there's
no need to either.

Why did you ask to look at
the historical murder evidence

of Genevieve Harris?

That happened 48 years ago.

Her sister Anna,
instructed me to tie up

any loose ends
regarding her estate.

I was simply doing my job.

My colleague said you took

many pictures of the script.

And?

Above and beyond the
call of duty don't you think?

It's convenient,
that you would've

learned from
reading the script,

that there was treasure,

Hidden in the theater
all the same time?

I had no interest in this.

Where did you cut your hand?

I was gardening yesterday.

On the very same
day the doorkeeper

was murdered by a glass object?

In the very
same theater that you

discovered that
treasure was hidden.

I am leaving now.

Madame Belvoir, until we can
verify your version of events,

you are going to be held here.

I'm warning you, Caron.

If you do not let
me go home now

I will bring the whole force
of the law down on you,

for wrongful arrest.

You are not under arrest.

You are, helping
us, with our inquiries.

You're going to
regret this, Caron.

And you, Madam White.

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

[Georgina]Morning,
the theater's open again?

Would you like to come to
see the show tonight, Gloria?

I want to make it up to you.

Um, and there's a
few things I need to explain.

I don't think so, Georgina.

We used to be best friends, Glo.

And I-I-I'm...

I'm just so alone, please.

For old time's sake.

[line beeping]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[instrumental music]

So how many
dressing rooms exactly

are there in the theater?

Uh, twelve altogether.

But only eleven
of them are in use.

And there's nowhere
to plug your hair dryer in.

I looked an absolute
fright in Joan of Arc.

Oh!

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, you brought it.

Now, I thought
I was the first person

to read Genevieve's script.

But I was wrong, Madame
Belvoir got there before me.

Our lawyer. You think
she could have killed Cedric?

She's got no alibi.

And apart from you,
she's the only person that

knows that there's
treasure hidden in the theater.

Caron's holding her now.

I'm going to take
another look at this.

Thank you, Jean.

[crickets chirping]

Por favor.

[music continues]

Thank you so
much for coming, Glo.

You've no idea
how much it means.

- You're, very good, must go now.
- Eh, Gloria.

Can I ask?

Was Claudette really that upset
that she had to leave town?

It just doesn't sound like her.

Yes, Georgina, she was.

We've all got our limits.

This is what you've done
to her time and time again.

What you've done to all of us.

I'm so sorry.

I don't really care about me.

But you stole from my best mate

after ripping his heart in two.

And you can't even keep
in touch with your own daughter.

I have tried, Gloria,
she must've,

changed her number.

Do you blame her?

Just leave as soon
as you can, Georgina.

God forbid Dom sees you.

[sighs]

Look after yourself.

But please,

don't come back again.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[cat meows in distance]

[clattering]

[footsteps approaching]

[intense music]

[door opens]

[screams]

[groans]

[door slams]

[gasps]

Oh!

[gasps]

[heavy breathing]

Police, police, please.

Andre?

Andre, you there?

- You okay?
- Pardon?

Well you said it was an
emergency, so I just presumed--

[Georgina]Dom!

Oh, thank God you're here.

[Georgina]I was
attacked in the theater.

What is she doing here?

How long have you been back?

Well, I'm not,
technically back.

It was part of my tour schedule.

- How long?
- Two days.

I don't believe this.

Dom,

I need somewhere
to stay tonight.

And you want to stay at mine?

- Are you serious?
- Dom.

She's injured and she
has nowhere to stay.

Please.

Come on.

[engine revving]

Well, please say something, Dom.

You know our daughter,
is currently traveling

halfway around the world

to forget what you did to us.

Like, I can't say that
I'm sorry enough.

You can stay for one
night in Claudie's room.

Then in the morning
I want you gone.

Oh, but all my
stuff's at the theater.

I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

I thought, you might
want to stay with me tonight.

You can't possibly be serious.

[keys rattling]

Bring your stuff over tomorrow.

Oh, and by the way

if you're thinking about it,
there is nothing left to nick.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[rooster crowing]

Where did you sleep?

In Madeline.

It was late, so,

didn't want to
disturb you, but...

I couldn't be in the
same house as Georgina.

I am always gonna have
to put up with her, aren't I?

Now listen,

you are a wonderful father.

And your relationship
with Claudie is strong.

It's really strong.

I know she had to escape
to clear her head, but,

that's not your fault.

No. It's half my fault that

Georgina keeps appearing

and messing up
Claudie's life, isn't it?

And I chose her, I married her.

Now, come on, Dom.

[music continues]

You're the half that's
always been there for Claudie.

The constant half.

Why don't you try and get

a couple of hours sleep
in this spare room?

Straighten yourself out.

Physically, not emotionally.

Yeah.

Yes, sounds like a good idea.

Jean.

Thanks,

You know for...

everything.

[lock clicks]

[instrumental music]

Any new discoveries?

What's this date in the
corner of the script?

It's got me baffled.

The 12th of the second, 89.

Well, it can't have anything
to do with the theater in 1989

because Genevieve would
already been murdered by then.

So let's look
at, theater 1889.

Hmm.

Oh!

Well, the Garrick Theater,
London, opened in 1889.

The lighting is electricity

supplemented by gas
in case of accident.

[murmuring]

Apparently loads of theaters

in Europe followed their league.

Hang on.

[keys clacking]

[gasps]

Bingo.

In 1899, the Sainte Victoire

Theater got electricity too.

That's it.

- What's it?
- Well...

What if the Faberge egg,

Is hidden inside
the old lighting box?

Come on.

[chair screeching]

[rattling]

[intense music]

There's nothing in there then?

No.

Oh, hold on.

[thuds]

[gasps]

Oh, my God.

- Oh!
- Anything?

[groans]

It's, smooth.

And, shaped like an egg.

[gasps]

[clanks]

Oh.

Back to the drawing board then.

[sighs]

Well...

Listen, Jean.

I told Georgina I'd pick
her stuff up, don't mind, do ya?

No, of course not, come on.

[door creaks]

[sighs]

Nothing changes.

[inhales softly]

I haven't smelled
that for years.

Yeah, yeah the irony
was never lost on me.

She wore a perfume
called Poison.

Do you want me to do it?

- Would you?
- Yeah.

Go on, you wait
outside, I'll pack her stuff.

Thanks, Jean.

[intense music]

[Jean]Is that an
Order of the Stage pin.

Yes, yes, it is.

Jules!

[metal clanks]

[music continues]

Dom.

Dom.

Jules Dumonet

was going to marry,
Genevieve Harris.

Before her sister, Anna.

What?

Look!

It says here that she
dumped him very publicly,

for a Moldovian aristocrat.

Blimey!

- Vivienne's real dad.
- Yeah.

I need to call Caron.

Please, come in, come in.

- Coffee?
- Uh, no, thank you.

We have a few questions,
if you don't mind them.

We were wondering if,

if this belongs to you.

Oh, my precious pin.

Uh, merci,
where did you find it?

I-i-in all those years,
it has never fallen off.

Well, I found it.

On the floor of a dressing room

in the Sainte Victoire Theater.

Where an actress,
was attacked last night.

Why were you in that
dressing room last night?

Were you looking for
the treasure?

And were you looking for
it when you attacked Cedric?

But, I...

I-I-I really have no idea
what you're talking about.

A piece of glass, from the
bottle you attacked Cedric with

has a fingerprint on it.

I'm sure if we checked
it against your fingerprints

it would be a match.

I thought that he had
found it before me.

[intense music]

[Jules] I saw red.

[glass shattering]

[groans]

When I read Anna's
letter, and found out that, uh

Genevieve,
had hidden something

very valuable in the theater

I had to have it at all cost.

Why?

B-b-because it was Genevieve's.

Oh, I loved her.

Deeply.

You know, she was always
meant to be mine.

But her head was turned, but...

By Count Christophe.

He got her pregnant.

Then he disappeared.

She came back to me and

we announced our engagement.

[chuckles]

After she had the, the baby,

we went on tour
together, the three of us.

We were going to be a family.

You, Genevieve, and Vivienne?

Yes.

But then,

the great Count Christophe III
came back.

He heard that
he had a child and uh,

she dumped me, again.

And this time, very publicly.

It was in all the
uh, gossip columns.

But we had to
carry on with the tour.

You know, i-it was torture.

It's all coming clear to me now.

No wonder she thought
she was being watched.

But it wasn't by the
Moldovian secret police, was it?

It was by you.

Jules...

did you kill Genevieve?

I desperately wanted her back.

[intense music]

I just went to
plead with her to,

to tell her she was
making a huge mistake.

How dare you?

Leave me alone.

[thuds]

[thuds]

I thought that, Vivienne

was with the nanny that night.

[baby cries]

As I fled,

I swore that I would, always

always look after that baby.

That's why I-I-I married

Anna out of guilt.

We vowed t-to
keep my relationship

with Genevieve secret.

And we agreed, never to tell

Vivienne that Anna
wasn't her mother.

How very touching.

Two murders.

Cedric and Genevieve,

and still no prize.

[rattling]

Thank you for meeting me, Jean.

No problem.

- Have you seen your father?
- Yes.

As you can understand,
it's a lot for me to process.

Of course.

Even after all he did,
he was the most amazing father.

I don't expect
you to understand.

Will you take one
more look around with me?

- For the Faberge egg?
- Hmm hmm.

To be honest with you,
if that egg is in this theater

that would be a fairy tale find.

- A what?
- A fairy tale find.

A find so good
it can't possibly be true.

But I have just found out

my father is Moldovian
aristocracy.

Is that not the stuff
made of fairy tales?

Lead the way.

[instrumental music]

[clattering]

I'm so sorry.

[music continues]

We have to try.

- Thank you for helping me.
- Oh, it's my pleasure.

Here you go.

Oh!

Actually,

do you mind if I just
have one more look at this?

Um,

I know it sounds silly, but,

that date.

But it's still bothering me.

Maybe...

Maybe it's not a date.

Let's try, okay.

Page, page 89.

Sync to, line,

12.

"To gild refined
gold, to paint the lily,

To throw a perfume
on the violet."

Oh!

Of course, come on.

[music continues]

[thuds]

I think,

I found, your treasure.

That does not look like an egg.

No.

But it does
suspiciously look like

a Faberge Lily
of the Valley flower.

A flower?

And, it is very rare.

Well, you can
tell by the complexity

of the construction
that it's genuine.

So we have rock crystal,

Nephrite,

Gold,

Pearls.

- Oh!
- Rose diamonds.

Yes.

All the ingredients.

If you are right,

what is it worth?

Oh, well, with
a provenance like yours,

and to the right collector.

I'd say,

Over 800,000 euros.

Oh!
[chuckles]

How can I ever thank you?

Believe me,

If I'm holding a real

Faberge Lily of the Valley,

then it's me who
should be thanking you.

[instrumental music]

[metal clanks]

[door thuds]

[music continues]

Oh!

I hope you understand
why I'm not giving you a lift.

Of course.

[music continues]

[door closes]

[instrumental music]

[tearing]

[phone ringing]

Hello, my darling globetrotter.

Who's run out of money
this time then, you or Xav?

[theme music]

[man vocalizing]