02x07 - Episode 7

[bunniefuu]

You have great taste, monsieur.
This is top of the range.

She's worth it. You can't take
it with you, can you? Very true.

Wow. You must be doing
great with these prices.

As great as you would like.

Thank you. I'll see you soon.

I'll let you know if
she likes it. She will.

You fellas ought to get
this door checked out.

IN FRENCH:

PHONE RINGS

Raffy! Non! Non!

Raffy! Raffy! Raffy!

ALARM BLARES Raffy!

Raffy!

♪ Do you remember the first time

♪ That my eyes set on you?

♪ Your smile came from nowhere

♪ For sometime never

♪ Or sometime soon

♪ The road is a long one

♪ I was only passing through

♪ I was only passing through. ♪

Oh, this must be it. Apparently
there's been some right goings-on.

Come on, then. What's wrong?

HE SIGHS Cooper keeps
texting to meet up.

I don't wanna be best mates
with my main competitor.

Is business still
bad? It's not bad,

it's just... not quite
as good as it was.

I mean, who is this Cooper
anyway? Just appeared out nowhere.

When does he want to meet
you? Tomorrow at La Couronne.

Apparently Niall's got
some Irish stout in,

and Cooper's mad keen to try it.

I just... I just think
it's a little bit weird.

You know, Glo is
infatuated with him,

yet, we don't know
anything about him.

Oh, he's all right.

And it's lovely to
see Gloria so happy.

Just text him and say you can't
meet up, because you're helping me.

Do I, though? What?

Do I help? Of course you do.

You sure? Yeah. I
like your face. It...

makes me focus.

BACKGROUND
CONVERSATION IN FRENCH

CARON: Jean, Dom.

Monsieur Ozanne,
this is my colleague.

IN FRENCH:

HE SOBS

I wonder if you would come
and look at the CCTV with me?

Yeah, of course. Two minutes.

RAIMUND SOBS

Raimund says he went
upstairs to answer the phone,

and his twin brother,
Raffy, finished cashing up.

Out of the window, he
saw a man in a clown mask

run into the street
in front of the shop.

Clown mask? Er...
yes. This one.

Arlecchino. Pardon? The mask.

It's a character from
commedia dell'arte -



Sorry. So he was upstairs,
and he saw a man running away?

Oui. He got suspicious,

came downstairs and found his
brother suffocating under the tape

around his mouth and nose.

Hang on, how long
was he taped up for?

Not more than a minute.

But Raimund told us

Raffy suffered from a respiratory
disease called hypoxemia,

which means even 30 seconds
of restricted breath

would be enough to k*ll him.

Oh, that's awful!

Poor bloke. Yes.

The robber was wearing
the clown mask,

the same as the
Toulouse robberies.

It must be the same person.

But they've never k*lled
anyone before. No.

Well, I suppose they never
thought that taping him up

would actually k*ll
him with his hy...

Hypoxemia. Yeah.

So what was stolen? Ah.

A few bottles of
perfume, some cash.

And this. This is
why I called you.


perfume bottle.

Hmm. Definitely a collector's
item. Is it valuable?

Well, it's a rare one.

I'd say 500 to 1,000 euro.

Small price to lose
your life for. Mm.

BARBARA: Did you
find out anything?

On Friday, Jean stays late to
do the accounts. Interesting.

Whatever I do, it has
to be final. Final?

Like that old art
dealer, Albert Gilbert?

Wow, you really wanted that
African painting, didn't you?

How did you manage to k*ll him

while he was in a hospital,
surrounded by medics?

Oh... a simple injection
of oxygen into his drip

stopped his heart instantly.

Oh, mon dieu!

I know! So easy.

Rory was a bit more difficult.

Oh, so you DID k*ll
Jean's husband?

He was going to be MY husband.

And she ruined everything!

'I k*lled him with a lighter...

'that she bought for him.'

Quite poetic, don't you think?

Tres poetique. But the only
one I didn't k*ll was Jean.

She won't escape this time.

Now, I need you to
call me this afternoon.

I'll have a plan by then.

The use of a smuggled phone comes
at a very high price. Just call.

BELL RINGS

Oh. Well, till
later, dear friend.

Don't look at me with them eyes.

It's the vet that put
you on a diet, not me.

Someone smells
good. Hey, handsome.

Hey. This perfume's amazing.

I've never smelled
better. PHONE RINGS

Oh, hang on.

Hello, Gendarme Richard.



WHISPERS: I totally
forgot about this.

Do you want me to walk Douglas?

That'd be brilliant, thank you!

See you later. Yeah,
that's fine. Bye.

Now... who said you
could borrow that?

SHE GIGGLES

HE CHUCKLES

BIRDSONG

JUDITH: Darling!

Ooh. Mm.

Have you seen my beautiful
Hermes scarf anywhere?

Um... Oh, there you
are, my darling.

Now, listen, I'd like to
take you out for lunch.

I've got a little surprise for
you. Where were you thinking?

La Couronne.

Well, OK, so long as
it's just La Couronne.

I can't possibly go
to the country club.

I don't get my collagen
fillers until Tuesday.

THUD

MUSIC

KNOCKING

SHE SCREAMS Baby, it's OK!

What the hell are you doing?!

Oh, come here. I'm so sorry. I
just wanted to make you laugh.

With that thing?! I just
found it on our walk.

Reminded me of home. Is that
what your mum looks like?

No, it reminded me
of Halloween and all.

You scared me to death!

You don't say! Shut up!

KNOCKING

Oh, hiya. It was the globe plugs.
And I've changed the oil as well.

No charge. Merci, Gloria.

You are... Where did
you get that from?

I said, where did you
get that mask from?

Hey, there's no need to
speak to him like that!

I, um... I found it.

You need to accompany
me to the station.

CHATTER

JUDITH: It's never
happened before...

Ah, Jean, just what we
need! A woman's opinion.

Jean, now, am I or
am I not correct

in saying that the
perfume a woman wears

is as personal as her underwear?

Ooh, um... I've never
really thought about it.

Darling, that's not
quite the point.

No. But, oh, no, just tell me, Jean,
what is your most trusted scent?

I don't know. Whatever I
get for Christmas, usually.

Well, Judith has
a signature smell

created by two of the
finest noses in France.

Noses? Um, official term
for perfumer. Oh, who knew?

But my husband,

who made a big deal about
surprising me today,

has chosen to buy
me a cheap copy

which he thought
I wouldn't notice.

Darling, that is just nonsense.

I collected your new bottle from
Ozanne's last week, I promise.

Ozanne's perfumery? Then
you collected the wrong one.

But they both smell
the same to me.

So you're suggesting that

Ozanne are suddenly skimping
on quality ingredients?

Of course not.

If it wasn't for the fact that
poor Raffy has passed away,

I would go in all g*ns blazing.

So you get the same perfume
from Ozanne's every time?

Oh, yes. For almost


Their mother created it for me.

But this most recent bottle,
it smelled different?

Yes, it smells
absolutely ghastly.

Um... would it be possible to take
a look at these bottles sometime?

I'm helping Caron with his
investigation of the Ozannes,

and it would just be good to
know a bit more about them.

How about now? No
time like the present.

Oh, yes. Splendid.
Champers at the chateau.

I was just about to get
a sandwich, actually.

Come on, darling. Come on.
It'll be a laugh, this.

You've got to let me see him!

Not yet. You cannot
go through there.

I don't know what
you think he's done.

Where did he get this from?

I've never seen it
before in my life.

Not until Cooper was messing
about with it this morning.

He said Douglas found it.
And you witnessed this?

Um... no.

Gloria, he's not under arrest.

We just need to ask
him some questions.

You are welcome to
wait here in reception.

Cooper is a good man,
Caron. I can vouch for him.

Gloria, how long have you and
Monsieur McGrath known each other?

Nearly two months. Hmm.

Merci.

'Where did you find the mask?'

I took Douglas for a walk
this morning, and he found it.

It was so kooky, I thought
I'd scare Glo with it.

So you were on your
own when you found it?

Yeah. What brought you to Sainte
Victoire, Monsieur McGrath?

Well, I lived in
Toulouse, and...

..I'd gone through a
huge divorce and...

..wanted a fresh start.

Where were you yesterday at 5pm?

Shopping. Can anyone
vouch for you?

I was on my own.

At 5pm yesterday,

there was a fatal robbery
in Sainte Victoire,

and the perpetrator...

was wearing this mask.

Apologies for keeping you
waiting. I needed to prepare.

My arms and hands have been washed
thoroughly in perfume-free soap.

It is absolutely vital

that there are no other
interfering smells

polluting the skin.

One whiff of an intruder

can throw our noses into
completely the wrong direction.

You may spray.

The left arm is the
remains of the original.

The right is the cheap
copy. You may smell.

Oh... Oh, right.

Um... BOTH INHALE DEEPLY

BOTH INHALE DEEPLY Hmm. Er...

Well, they're both lovely,

but I think the older one
has more, um... depth.

Yeah. Yeah, there
is a difference.

The old one smells... nice,

whereas, the other
one smells like, er...

toilet air freshener.

Well done, Dominic.

Not quite the eloquence
I would have liked,

but I absolutely agree.
It was not cheap!

I bought that from Ozanne's.

My signature smell evokes
memories from my childhood.

Ah! The olfactory bulb.

Sorry? It's the part of the
brain that processes smells.

And it's right next to

the part of the brain
called the hippocampus,

which is crucial in
creating new memories.

So memory is right
next to smell.

Really? Mm, yeah.

We've all got a scent memory.

Come on... what's the first
smell you can remember? Um...

The smell of rain on a
garden after a hot summer.

I was about three years old.

I got told off for
sniffing the soil.

That's called petrichor
- smell of rain.

Mine is the furniture polish
that my gran used to use.

When my mother was dying,

I sprayed her with the perfume

that she wore on her wedding day
to my father, every few hours.

She had no idea
who I was by then,

but I knew that she
would leave this world

with a beautiful
memory in her head.

Which is why I am
absolutely devastated

with this cheap version.

As soon as Raffy
is in the ground,

Raimund will be getting
the sharp end of my tongue,

you mark my words.

Right, well, I best
get back to work. Yes.

Well, thanks for
your little visit.

Oh, yes, thank you. You have
quite the nose, Dominic.

Thank you. I think.

Get you! I couldn't even
tell the difference.

What can I say? I am a
man of hidden talents.

TEXT ALERTS

GLORIA: 'Hey, Dom. Hey, Jean.

'I'm at the police station.
'They've taken Cooper in.

'I need your help.
'Please hurry up!'

Oh, thanks so much for coming.

I wasn't gonna call, but
he's been in there for ages.

What for? It was about
a mask Cooper found.

And now I ain't seen him
for hours. You're joking!

What's going on with Cooper?

I'm holding Mr McGrath
for further questioning,

because I think he was involved

in the robbery on
Ozanne's perfumery.

Why? He was found in possession
of the Arlecchino clown mask

used in the Toulouse
robberies, and he has no alibi.

He found that mask this
morning when walking Douglas.

Look, why don't we
give you a lift home?

You look like you
could do with a break.

I'm not going anywhere.

Look, love, I don't
think for one minute

that Cooper is involved
in any robberies.

Just bear with me, OK?

Jean, I think there's
something you should know.

Last night, he gave me this.

Glo, I'm gonna
have to tell Caron.

I knew there was
something dodgy about him.

Just because a man buys
a bottle of perfume

doesn't mean to say
that he's a robber.

Yeah, but how can
you be sure of that?

He's got no alibi, and he was
found in possession of a mask

and a bottle of perfume from
the shop that was robbed.

It's not looking
good, is it? No.

TEXT ALERT

Oh! Come on. Where are
you going? Come on.

Ah, Jean! I have news.

Hello. I have been
to see Simone.

I need to tell you every
detail. Of course you do.

She said that she felt very
lucky that I came to visit her.

Oh, Jean! After a few
minutes, it was like...

Well, we forgot where we were.

Forgot everything that happened.

That's quite a big
statement, Charlie.

You be careful. Oui.

Ah, so my surprise!

Why does she do that?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

It only needed a good clean.

Where did you get this?
Enrique's called me.

It wasn't their thing, but they
know that it's the real deal.

Can you give me a lift
to Enrique's Antiques?

Course I can. Jump in.
That's a perfume bottle

that was supposed to have
been stolen from Ozanne's.

Caron showed me a photograph
of it yesterday. Oh.

PHONE VIBRATES

So, will Jean be working
late this Friday?

Yes. Charlie confirmed
it. Excellent.

I've decided what
to do with Jean.

I've decided she's
going up in flames.

Pardon? 'Jean.'

She's going to burn.

'And she's provided
the perfect weapon.'

Go on.

'In the window is a
Simon and Halbig doll.'

The body is papier mache.

I'm going to use the old
linseed oil and rag trick.

Much safer for me.

How do you mean?

'Boiled linseed oil
generates heat as it dries,

'causing spontaneous
combustion.'

The place will go
up like a wildfire!

I'm so confused.

So someone from Ozanne's

sold the pressed glass perfume
bottle to Enrique's weeks ago.

Who was it? Raffy.

Oh, they've dealt with him
loads of times, apparently.

That is weird.

We need to speak
to Caron. Yeah.

The perfume bottle wasn't
stolen from the shop.

Raffy sold it to
Enrique's weeks before.

Are you sure? Enrique knew
Raffy very well. I see.

And there's
something else. Oui?

I don't know if it means
anything, but Judith is convinced

that the Ozanne twins
sold her inferior perfume.

It smelled like
toilet air fresher.

You think the two are
connected? I don't know.

I do have some
other information.

Ozanne's was
mortgaged to the hilt,

and they were behind
on the repayments.

That doesn't sound
good, does it?

Maybe Raffy owed
someone some money

and this is nothing to do
with the Toulouse robberies.

But, Jean, all of the evidence

still points towards
Cooper being involved.

Hmm. I think we need to
talk to Raimund again.

Listen, I'll call you later.

I've got an airport run. OK.

CARON, IN FRENCH:

My mother loved London.

She would make us smell the
wooden beams in Liberty's.

Did she collect things...

like perfume bottles?

Like the 1940s pressed glass one

that you said was in
the shop, Raimund.

The one you described in
detail on your insurance claim.

Yes. We know that Raffy sold
it to Enrique's... weeks ago.

I was so embarrassed

that my own brother
would sell items

that had travelled through
the generation of our family.

I thought I'd cover it up by
putting it on the insurance claim.

And the remortgage of the shop?

You've done your homework.

I am a policeman.

We had other things we could have
sold, but he wouldn't have it.

I just wish we could
have sorted this out

before the thief took his life.

He was all I had in this world.

CARON, IN FRENCH:

Very well.

Oh, Raimund! I think your own
fragrance is the best in the shop.

Of course. Merci beaucoup.

BIRDSONG, INSECTS CHIRP

I think you've
frozen, love. Urrr!

You daft head!

How you doing?

Well, I've decided to spend
a night studying perfume.

I've got an itch that
I need to scratch.

You can get cream
for that, you know.

You got one of them
ring lights on?

Have I 'eck!

Put Vaseline on the lens, then?

What are you on about?

No, I'm just saying,

you proper scrub up
well on camera, y'know.

Shut up! No, I won't. You do.

So do you.

SHE CHUCKLES

Right, I'd better go
and scratch this itch.

Make sure to turn
that camera off first.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Indeed you will.

KEYBOARD CLACKS

I don't understand.

It's all about the ambergris.

Jean, I don't know what
you're talking about,

but I do not have time to
go through another theory.

I have less than two
hours to charge Cooper.

We've just found that he
bought that perfume for Gloria

minutes before Raffy was k*lled.

New information
has come to light.

You bought a bottle of perfume
from Ozanne's perfumery

minutes before the robbery.

Why didn't you
mention this before?

I said I was shopping.

So you were there just
before the robbery,

and you were found in
possession of this mask,

which looks identical to the
one worn by the Toulouse robber.

Look, what I'm saying is
true. The damn dog dug it up!

It looked freaky, so
I thought I'd keep it.

This morning, I also
found out, Mr McGrath,

that you have a police
record back in the US.

You're seriously
hanging your entire case

on something that happened
in Ohio when I was a kid?

Please, Jean... it's
all circumstantial.

I'm sorry, Cooper.
There's nothing I can do.

KNOCK AT DOOR

It's a violation
of my human rights!

..and I bought a
bottle of perfume!

I demand a lawyer... now!

Calm down. This is evidence.

SHE SNIFFS

Caron, we need to go. What
are you talking about?

I'm interviewing a suspect!

We have to go now.

Cooper, I'll sort this.

We only have one more hour
left with this suspect.

Jean, what on earth
are you doing?

Trust me. I'll
explain on the way.

RAIMUND: Bonjour.

Raimund, um...

How was your relationship
with your brother?

Like any family... We
were up, we were down.

It could be difficult.

But I loved him.

I never had a brother.

He was all I had in the world.

Were you close growing up?

Well, we were very
different people.

There are a lot of
myths about twins.

In fact, we were quite the
opposite in most things,

but we always got on.

So you loved him?

Of course I loved him.

Then why did you k*ll him?

k*lled my brother?!
Are you serious?

Je suis tres serieuse.

You saw on the
surveillance camera.

The Toulouse robber came in,

took my brother's life,

and I saw him run away.

The Toulouse robbers
have been caught.

They were nowhere near
here that evening.

Also, we only have
your statement

that you saw a robber run away.

There was no other witnesses.

We spoke to everyone
in the square,

but no-one saw anything.

Have you anything to say?

OK.

This is how I see it.

'You left the shop
and told your brother

'that you were going to
answer a phone call upstairs.

'You went into the back office,
and you cut the phone call off.

'You then changed
your clothes...

'..and ran out of
the back door.'

As he was about to
lock the front door,

'you forced your
way into the shop.'

You then put the fatal tape
round his nose and mouth...

..knowing full well that,
with his hypoxemia condition,

he would be dead
within 30 seconds.

You then made the pretence
of stealing things,

'and went out the way you came.

'You changed your clothes back.

'And you ran back in the shop,

'making a big deal of
reviving your dead brother.

'But you forgot your tie.'

Rubbish. You have no proof.

There is this. Ah, yes.

The Arlecchino mask.

I think... SHE SNIFFS

..you would find
it hard to dispute

that this is your
personal fragrance.

And I expect we will find
your DNA on it, Raimund.

I bet you thought you
had buried it forever.

We've got a little
doggy to thank for that.

'You buried it on
wasteland on the way home.

'I mean, who on earth
would find that?'

What you got there, Douglas?

HE CHUCKLES Come on, boy.

And I bet if we
searched your house,

we'd find the ambergris.

Because that is what this is
all about, isn't it, Raimund?

Explain to me again,
Jean, what is ambergris?

It's basically whale vomit.

'A waxy mass
floating in the sea.

'But it's worth


'to a perfumer,
isn't it, Raimund?'

Why is it so expensive?

Well... it's a rare commodity

that enables the perfume
to stay longer on the skin.

And it has a much purer effect
than its synthetic counterpart.

And that's why Judith's perfume

'smelled slightly
different, isn't it?

'You used the cheap stuff.'

I suspect... that you
wanted to sell the ambergris

and pay off all your debts.

And Raffy didn't. He
was having none of it.

So you k*lled him for it.

How could you possibly know?

The rock lamp.

'It wasn't salt rock, was it?

'It was a huge
lump of ambergris.

'And now...

'..it's missing.'

RAIMUND SIGHS

Raffy was impossible.

Always the favourite.

The better-looking one.

Always the joker, the genius.

He's the one who inherited
Mother's skills in perfume.

Well...

..that picture of you
as little boys was...

..my final clue.

'The rock lamp in the picture

'is much bigger than
the one in the shop.

'And there's only one reason
that lamp can get smaller -'

because little pieces
were being chipped away.

My mother left us this business.

And it was always drummed into
me that he was the talent.

Go on. She said the ambergris
would last us a lifetime...

and never to sell it.

She used ambergris in
half of her perfume.

But fashion changes.

In America,
ambergris is ill*gal.

It became so rare and expensive
that Raffy would only use it...

..in the best, most
expensive perfumes.

Like the one you make
for Judith Lloyd James?

Yes. But I made hers without
the ambergris this time.

And Raffy became incandescent.

I said to him, "She's just a silly
old lady! She would never notice."

He just didn't understand that
we had to sell the ambergris,

otherwise we would be ruined.

He flat-out refused.

And then...

..he sold Mother's
perfume bottle.

And that meant the world to me.

That was the last straw.

Who knew whale vomit
was so valuable?

Well, I'd heard of ambergris,

but it was only when
I did my homework

that I realised it
was so expensive.

Hmm. Proper little
swot, you, aren't you?

Always have been. I
used to hate homework.

Used to come up with the
most elaborate excuses.

Er, example, please.

The budgie set it on fire.

Shut it! No, that's
true, that one.

We had a budgie
that had a penchant

for my dad's lit cigarettes.

One day, out of his
cage, he swooped down,

nicked the f*g out his gob,
dropped it on my homework - boof!

Went up like kindling.
Yeah, course it did [!]

It did! Course it
did [!] It did!

Oh. Got to face the music.

Right behind you, sister.

Cooper... I just wanted
to say how sorry...

Jean, you've nothing to be sorry
for. You got me out of that jail.

It's not your fault, Jean.
Basically, it's Douglas's fault.

He always creates drama when
he's on a diet. Bit like me!

Hey, how about we try a
pint of that Irish stout

Niall keeps banging on about?

Sure, that sounds great.
Go on, I'll join you.

Oh, and me. Though
I have to warn you,

last time I tried that stuff,
I was on a hen night in Dublin.

They wouldn't let me
back on the plane home!

We're in for a good
night! THEY LAUGH

TEXT ALERT

Um... I'll just be a minute.

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

ALARM BEEPS

Well...

It's time for me to dress you up

for the special
occasion, my darling.

Hello, Barbara.

Not my Simon and Halbig doll.

Took me ages to source that.

Oh... the old linseed oil
self-combustion trick.

Very clever. How did you know?

So you were gonna
set fire to our shop,

with me in the back
and Charlie upstairs?

CARON CALLS OUT

Barbara Kingsley,
I'm arresting you

for the m*rder of Albert Gilbert,
the m*rder of Rory White,

the attempted m*rder
of Jean White,

and attempted grand arson.

SHE LAUGHS

You have absolutely
no proof, you fools!

You!

No! Caron came to see me
when I started my sentence.

He told me that if you ever
visited me, I should let him know.

And I did.

'You confessed everything. You
could not help but show off.

'I was wearing a wire
every time we spoke.

'I k*lled him with a lighter
that she gave to him!

'Quite poetic, don't you think?'

CARON:

It's over, Barbara.

It will never be over.

Why did you only tell
me this afternoon?

I always believed you, Jean,
but we had no evidence.

I had to get it, and...

this was the only way.

I could not let you know before.

It would have been
too dangerous.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

She was a right nutter,
weren't she? Yeah.

Hey, hey. You OK?

Yeah. I don't know why I'm
crying. I'm really happy.

Relief... and the fact she's
finally been arrested. Yeah.

You're safe now.

Come on.