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-ho-ho, 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 murdered after a show
at the Sainte Victoire Theatre 48 years ago.
Oh, 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 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 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'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 murder.
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 war 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.
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.
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 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 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 murdered
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 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 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 murdered 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 torture.
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 kill 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?