Beyond Mysteries Page #4

Season #1 Episode #1

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I was just... I was just... Now.

When you're ready, I'll have a beer

and Jean'll have a...

What will you have?

A Sauvignon Blanc, please.

A Sauvignon Blanc, on that table.

Look, I know I should've told you,

but I was sworn to secrecy.

SHE SIGHS OK, Dom,

but you know

you can tell me anything.

I know. You should've seen him

this morning, Jean.

He was an absolute mess.

Said he couldn't get the vision

of that woman out of his head.

He's really been through it,

poor bloke.

Judith wasn't too chipper either,

you know.

I know, I know.

Right.

What've we got?

Um...

OK.

So, we've got a dead woman that's

fallen or been thrown off a cliff.

There's no identification and the

only thing that was found on her

was a Victorian comb in her pocket.

A what? A Victorian comb?

Er, yeah.

There you go. This is it.

OK.

Hey.

Sorry about that, Dom.

I was saying the same as you,

just all gossip.

It's all right, don't worry.

Are you gonna join us?

No, I can't.

WHISPERS:
Douglas is getting

his ears syringed.

What are you whispering for?

Well, he doesn't like it, does he?

JEAN LAUGHS:

Right, go on then, when are you

gonna cook me something out of this?

Cook, for you?

Ah, you see, the last time

I cooked for you,

you didn't actually turn up.

Oh, now, that's a low blow.

I had all the candles lit.

All right, all right!

You can't make me feel

any worse than I did.

Well, still do!

I'm only joking.

I tell you what,

why don't I cook for you tonight?

So soon?

Well, no time for you to be waylaid

by your flaky ex-missus, is there?

Ouch. All right, yeah, I'm on.

I'll see you at eight.

Or will ya?

Don't even joke about it.

No, I'll be in the caravan site,

7.30, waiting.

SHE LAUGHS:

THEY LAUGH:

Hey, I'll tell you

who that Rose reminds me of -

Taz.

Who? Who?!

What do you mean, "who"?

Taz the Tasmanian Devil.

IMITATES TAZ:

Remember?

One of Looney Tunes' finest.

Course I know who he is. I just

wanted to see you do the impression!

Honestly, though, she makes

Judith look positively relaxed.

SHE LAUGHS:

I'll tell you something else

as well. That cake was rubbish.

Vernon's cake?

Don't be daft.

He's one of the finest

patisserie chefs in the world.

Oh, Vernon,

why don't you just marry him?

Shut it! I'm telling ya!

I nicked a slice of one of those

cakes and it was absolutely minging.

He's never done anything minging.

You're obviously talking rubbish.

What did this cake look like

again, then?

There you go. That's the one.

It looked like that,

but tasted like rubber.

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