02x03 - Episode 3

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CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

SHE EXHALES HEAVILY

DOOR CREAKS

How dare you!

Leave me alone!

♪ Do you remember the first time

♪ That my eyes

♪ Set on you?

♪ Your smile came from nowhere

♪ For some time never

♪ Or sometime soon.

♪ The road is a long one

♪ I was only

♪ Passing through

♪ I was only passing through. ♪

Where do I know her from?

Oh, it's that antiques dealer.

You smashed that rubbish
parrot ornament in her shop

and she tried to fleece us, do
you remember? Oh, yeah, yeah.

Niall, could I have
a glass of Veuve?

That cheap wake wine is
making me feel a bit icky.

When I go, I want
champagne all round.

Oh, look at you.

And I was just about to ask if they
could turn the air conditioning off.

It's my 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.

Hello, Jean. Hello, Gloria.

Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

Was she a close friend?

Oh, yes, Anna,

one of the key committee
members of the theatre.

Almost irreplaceable.

Darling, we're not going to
lose our little theatre, 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 have 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 theatre,

and turn it into flats.

How can they do that?

It was left to Sainte Victoire

by a benevolent
theatre buff years ago.

And 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 wouldn't be interested,
would you, Jean?

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

temporarily.

Oh-h*-h*, thanks, Jean.

You're wonderful.

Now, do you mind if I pop this up
in honour of our dear departed Anna?

Go for it.

Oh.

I'm just gonna pop to the loo.

Do you fancy a bit
of theatre, darling?

Not really my thing.

You're a piece of
work, Georgina,

you've got some nerve
coming back here.

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

She's into antiques, too, religious
ones, if I remember rightly.

Ah.

Come on.

My condolences again.

Now, this is Jean,

she's an antiques dealer, too.

We have met.

Now, Vivienne, we are interviewing
prospective candidates tomorrow

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

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

I am not really sure
that is 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 le theatre

I remember this one...

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

What my daughter
is trying to say

is that now may not be
the most appropriate time.

Is that an Order
of the Stage pin?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Ah, the Order of the Stage,

the great British
theatre charity.

Very select with
their membership.

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

of the British
Order of the Stage.

Especially with
you being French.

Rumour has it you were quite
the director back in the day.

Toast of the West End.

I wouldn't go that far, Jeremy,

but I had a few
good reviews, yes.

If you'll excuse us, our lawyer.

Yes, the Order of the Stage,

I wasn't actually a member,

because, as you know, I'm
a mason, I'm excluded...

Uh!

Now, Jean,

you won't let us down
tomorrow afternoon?

Sainte Victoire Theatre.

Oh, no, of course.

Of course, yeah.

SPEAKING FRENCH

Oh, hello.

I am here on a professional
matter, Madame White.

I need your help. My help?

I know that we did not get
off 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
these at the wake.

It is a letter from
Anna on her deathbed,

telling me so.

And you had no idea?

My real mother
was Anna's sister,

Genevieve Harris,
an English actress,

who was m*rder*d after a show

at the Sainte Victoire
Theatre 48 years ago.

Oh, that's awful.

Jean, I want to know

who m*rder*d my real
mother Genevieve Harris.

Well, have you
been to the police?

There is nothing
they can do to help.

I'm not sure what I can do.

She also...

left this.

Oh.

Let's have a closer look.

That's interesting.

I wonder.

Yeah, as I thought.

This is a poison ring.

Poison ring? Oh.

Yeah.

Victorian.

Hang on.

VIVIENNE GASPS

This must be my father.

I'll help you.

Genevieve Harris.

Help yourself.

How long do you
keep an archive for?

Indefinitely. There is
not really a time limit.

Oh.

King John.

Yes, found at the m*rder scene.

"My darling sister Anna,

"this is of some urgency.

"I have still had no contact

"with my love Count Christophe.

"I believe he's
trapped behind a wall

"of Moldavian 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 want it back,

"but they will never find it.

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

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.

How did you know I was here?

You're not into theatre.

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

So...

how have you been?

Jack left me.

Sold my paperweight,
left me penniless.

Was that the paperweight you stole
from Dom last time you did a flit?

I'm sorry. Eh!

It's not me you need
to apologise to.

It's your daughter.

Oh.

How is she? 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 my only son with her as
well. So thanks for that, love.

How long are you here?

Only a...

Only a few days.

Please don't tell Dom I'm here.

DOOR SLAMS

VIVIENNE: My father
was aristocracy?

JEAN: It would seem so
from that inscription.

And as you can see,

the Moldavian secret police

may have been responsible
for Genevieve's m*rder.

I mean, they certainly
wanted their treasure back.

I don't understand

why this was kept
from me all this time.

And if the police knew all this,

why didn't they pursue it?

Well, they did,

but they didn't find anything.

And there's something else.

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.

What do I do now?

You need answers.

Why don't you take up that
position as patron of the theatre?

What?

Well, it means you'd have

full rein of the building,

and access to all
the historical files.

It might be an idea.

JUDITH: I really don't
know why we are bothering.

We are never going
to find anyone.

Ah, Cedric,

I notice the top window in
dressing room 11 has been smashed.

Can you fix it, please?

Dressing room 11?

You know, the one that
no-one would 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 11.

Oh.

I understand.

Maybe that will help.

I will try and do it tonight.

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 will have me, I would
like to take my mother's place

as a patron.

I thought you said you
loathed the theatre?

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

I think it is only right I
should carry my mother's legacy.

I think Vivienne
has got a point.

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

Oh, what was I thinking?

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

Won't we, everyone?

Lovely. Well, thank goodness
that's all sorted out.

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

You did great. Are you sure?

Absolutely.

I've got to do a
bit more digging,

but I'll meet you later at the
La Couronne, OK? I'll text you.

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

You're the lady that owns
the religious antique shop.

I am.

Ah. Business good?

Yes.

Taxi business is slow.

I have to consider
a career change.

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

It was worth a five-euro
loss to see your face.

Hiya.

Oh, so...

..I've been doing some
research on your dad,

and it seems that
it's quite possible

that it was the
Moldavian secret police

that were following your
mother, like she said.

But why?

Well, Moldavia 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 who I think
is your father,

well, he was...

he was a rebel to his class.

But, unfortunately,

it appears he died fighting
alongside his people

in the Transnistrian
w*r of 1990.

Vivienne, I know it's hard,

but the best thing
we can do now,

in memory of your
mother and your father,

is to get inside that theatre

and see if your
treasure is still there.

CREAKING, THUDDING

HE GRUNTS

HE GROANS

Hi. I got your call.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

That looks nasty.

It was definitely
a blow to the head

that k*lled him.

Not always fatal,
but a piece of glass

became lodged in his skull.

Most of the glass had been
cleared away by the k*ller,

but forensics did
find another fragment,

that is being dusted for prints.

The coroner has estimated the
time of death as midnight.

Have you got any leads?

It's early days.

This box...

was found on the floor.

Other than that,
nothing at the moment.

Well, the patina looks familiar.

Can I take some photos of this?

I'm gonna have to do a bit
of research. Of course.

SPEAKING FRENCH

KNOCKING NEARBY

RINGING TONE

Susie...

'Yeah.'

What's happening at the theatre?

'Tonight's show
has been cancelled

'and we've got to leave.'

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

My landlady has
thrown me out, Susie.

I've got no money.

'Well, I don't know, Georgina.

'It's not my problem.'

Well, where do I go?

DISCONNECTED TONE

Hey. Do you 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 is only
one way to find out.

Well, even though that
sounds irresistible, Dominic,

I think I'll pass.

Oh. Tell you what, though.

Do you fancy fixing a leaky tap?

Is that a euphemism?

You fix it for me,

and I'll swap your
bag of manky mussels

for a lovely home-made
chicken casserole. Deal?

Deal, yeah. Good.

Eee.

Hooray.

Yeah, all done, just a washer.

Oh, not the tap.

I mean, yes, the tap.

Thank you.

But... Hooray for holly wood.

Oh, what? The screwy,
ballyhooey 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? HE CLICKS FINGERS

Don't say aftershave. I wasn't
going to say aftershave.

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

Now, Vivienne's real dad

was Count Christophe.

And the aristocracy
were huge collectors.

Collectors of what?

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

Go on.

I think it's a Faberge egg.

OK.

I've got a bit more digging to do,
but I'm definitely on to something.

Very good.

How did it go at the theatre?

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'm sorry to disappoint
you, Madame White,

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

What do you mean?

Madame Belvoir, the
Dumonets' 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.

SPEAKING FRENCH

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 is
no need to either.

Why did you ask to look at
the historical m*rder 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 have
learned from reading the script

that there was treasure hidden
in the theatre at 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 m*rder*d

by a glass object.

In the very same theatre
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 enquiries.

You're going to
regret this, Caron.

And you, Madame White.

RINGTONE

GEORGINA: 'Morning. The
theatre is open again.'

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

I want to make it up to you.

There's a few things
I need to explain.

I don't think so, Georgina.

But we used to be
best friends, Glo.

And I'm...

I'm just so alone. Please.

For old time's sake.

DISCONNECTED TONE

TEXT ALERT

So, how many dressing rooms
exactly are there in the theatre?

12 altogether.

But only 11 of them are in use.

And there's nowhere to
plug your hairdryer in.

I looked an absolute
fright in Joan of Arc.

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 k*lled Cedric?

She's got no alibi.

And apart from you,
she's the only person

that knows that there's
treasure hidden in the theatre.

Caron is holding her now. I'm
gonna take another look at this.

Thank you, Jean.

Au revoir.

Thank you so much
for coming, Glo.

You've no idea
how much it means.

You're very good. Must go now.

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 have
changed her number.

Do you blame her?

Just leave as soon
as you can, Georgina.

God forbid Dom sees you.

Look after yourself.

But, please...

don't come back again.

SHE SIGHS

CAT SQUEALING OUTSIDE

CLATTERING OUTSIDE

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

DOOR OPENS

SHE SCREAMS

DOOR SLAMS

SHE PANTS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE PANTS

Police. Police, please.

Andre?

Andre, are you there?

Are you OK? Pardon?

They said it was an emergency,
so I just presumed...

Dom!

Oh, thank God you're here.

I was attacked in the theatre.

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 is injured and
she has nowhere to stay.

Please.

Come on.

Please say something, Dom.

You know, our daughter

is currently travelling
halfway around the world

to forget what you did to us.

Well, I...

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

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

Then in the morning,
I want you gone.

But all my stuff
is at the theatre.

I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

I thought you might want
to stay with me tonight.

You can't possibly be serious.

I'll bring your
stuff over tomorrow.

Oh, and by the way,

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

JEAN: Where did you sleep?

In Madeleine.

It was late, so... I 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 Claudy
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 Claudy's
life, isn't it?

And I chose her, I married her.

Now, come on, Dom.

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

The constant half.

Why don't you try and get a couple
of hours' sleep in the spare room?

Straighten yourself out.

Physically, not emotionally.

Yeah.

That sounds like a good idea.

Jean...

thanks.

You know, for...

..everything.

Any new discoveries?

There's this date in
the corner of the script

that's got me baffled.

The 12th of the second, '89.

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

because Genevieve would already
have been m*rder*d by then.

So let's look at...

"Theatre, 1889."

Hmm.

Oh.

Well, the Garrick
Theatre, London,

opened in 1889.

"The lighting is electricity,

"supplemented by gas
in case of accident."

MUTTERS

Apparently, loads of theatres
in Europe followed their lead.

Hang on.

GASPS

Bingo.

In 1889,

the Sainte Victoire Theatre
got electricity, too.

That's it.

What's it?

Well, what if the Faberge egg

is hidden inside the old
lighting box? Come on.

Is there nothing in there, then?

No.

Oh, my God.

Anything?

GRUNTS

Here.

It's smooth.

And shaped like an egg.

Ah.

Oh.

Back to the drawing board, then.

HE SIGHS

Jean, I told Georgina I
would pick her stuff up.

You don't mind, do you?

Of course not. Come on.

HE EXHALES WEARILY

Nothing changes.

I haven't smelt that for years.

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.

'Is that an Order
of the Stage pin?'

'Yes. Yes, it is.'

Jules.

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 Moldavian aristocrat.

Blimey.

Vivienne's real dad?

Yeah.

I need to call Caron.

Please come in, come in.

Coffee? No, thank you.

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

We were wondering

if this belongs to you?

Oh, my precious pin.

Merci. Where did you find it?

In all those years, it
has never fallen off.

Well, I found it on the
floor of a dressing room

in the Sainte Victoire Theatre.

Where an actress was
attacked last night.

Why were you in that
dressing room last night?

Looking for the treasure?

Were you looking for it
when you attacked Cedric?

I...

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

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

has a fingerprint on it.

I'm sure if we checked it
against your fingerprints,

it would be a match.

PIN CLATTERS

I thought that he
found it before me.

I saw red.

CEDRIC GROANS

When I read Anna's letter,

and found out that Genevieve

had hidden something very valuable
in the theatre, I had to have it

at all cost.

Why?

Because it was Genevieve's.

Oh, I loved her.

Deeply.

She was always meant to be mine.

But her head was turned by...

by Count Christophe.

He got her pregnant,

then he disappeared.

She came back to me and we
announced our engagement.

After she had 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...

she dumped me again.

And this time,

very publicly.

It was in all the
gossip columns.

But we had to carry
on with the tour.

It was t*rture.

It's all becoming
clear to me now.

No wonder she thought
she was being watched.

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

It was by you.

Jules...

..did you k*ll Genevieve?

I desperately wanted her back.

I just went to plead with her,

to tell her she was
making a huge mistake.

How dare you!

Leave me alone!

THUD

I thought that Vivienne was
with her nanny that night.

BABY CRYING

As I fled,

I swore that I
would always, always

look after that baby.

That's why I married Anna.

Out of guilt.

We vowed 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.

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?

To be honest with you,

if that egg is in this theatre,

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 that my father

is Moldavian aristocracy.

Is that not the stuff
made of fairy tales?

Lead the way.

I'm so sorry.

We had 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,

it's still bothering me.

Maybe...

Maybe it's not a date.

Let's try...

OK.

Page...

page 89.

Scene 2,

line...

12.

"To gild refined gold,

"to paint the lily,

"to throw a perfume
on the violet."

Ah...

Of course. Come on.

I think...

I've 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.

VIVIENNE GASPS

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!

How can I ever thank you?

Believe me, if I am holding

a real Faberge
Lily of The Valley,

then it's me who
should be thanking you.

SHE SIGHS

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

Of course.

RINGTONE

Hello, my darling globetrotter.

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