All language subtitles for Death_In_Paradise_S12E08_1080p_HDTV_H264-ORGANiC_6694

Afternoon, Clifford.

Kenton.

- Babette.
- Hey, Cliffy.

You're nearly finished, you know?

I'll be on a later set.

Hmm, got delayed, with the latest edition.

I got that interview with Calypso Rose.

You want a drink?

Tap water's fine.

That all?

Maybe some akras...

But just a small plate, mind.

One small plate of akras and
a glass of tap water, coming up.

- You good, man?
- I'm good.

Hey; Welcome to Babette's.

Got the best music and vibes on the island.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks so much, everyone.
I'll be back on again at 9.00.

Thank you.

Kenton; Get me a drink.

Just beautiful.

I hope I did you proud?

Hey, love...

The crowd seemed to like you.

Want a drink?

I'm good, thanks.

Is that the 30-year-old?

Bet it's pretty tasty, eh?

Make sure he pay for them akras,
though, yeah?

When have I ever not paid my tab?

So many times, Cliffy, me lost count.

Much appreciated.

Catch you all later.

Kenton!

Oh, thanks.

What can I get you?

Just a small rum, please.

You're serious?

Elijah hasn't given you
any of the takings so far?

Not yet. I didn't like to
press him on it, you know?

Well, I will do more than
press him on it. Come on.

This business would have folded
years ago if we'd left it all to him.

Elijah?

Why haven't you paid the
artists, like you're supposed to?

Elijah!

Is he breathing?

Elijah!

We need an ambulance.

Babette's Bar.

He's dead.

OK, thanks, that'll be all for now.

Afternoon, sir.

Inspector.

So I've locked down the
crime scene as best as I could.

Paramedics have examined the
body, and I've asked all the staff

and customers not to leave the premises.

It's this way.

Darlene, perhaps you
could take everyone's details

before we release them.

Marlon, you'll need to set
up a cordon around the bar.

The bar?

Secondary crime scene.

I think we're dealing
with a possible poisoning.

Only thing the victim consumed was there.

I'll get right on to that, sir.

So, where's the body?

His name's Elijah St John.

He co-owned the bar with his wife.

Paramedics noticed bluish
tinges to his fingers and lips.

Consistent with an opiate overdose.

Mm-hm. He seemed
perfectly fine when he arrived.

Was given a shot of
rum in that glass there.

Was found dead a minute or so later.

Elijah!

Take a look at the dregs
in the bottom of the glass.

Traces of a white powder.

And we're discounting suicide?

There was no note, nothing
to indicate he was thinking

about taking his own life.

Seemed in good spirits to me.

We need to get Marlon to bag
that glass and get it over to the lab.

So...

..when do you think that
opiate was added to his drink?

And by who?

Well, that's where it gets interesting.

So, I was sitting right there.

You were here on your own, sir?

I heard the music was good here, so...

So along you came?

Yeah.

Nothing keeps me from my long
standing love of Calypso music.

No way, Jose.

Right.

As I was saying, I had eyes
on everything that took place

after the victim arrived.

Kenton.

The barman, Kenton Sealy, poured the drink.

Is that the 30-year-old?

The glass came from the
dishwasher, just finished a wash,

so there's no way the poison could
have been in the glass beforehand.

The bottle of rum came
from this cupboard down here.

It's a special bottle of vintage
rum kept separate for the victim.

The poison couldn't have
been in the bottle either,

because one of the other
customers was poured a shot from it.

Unlike the victim,
he lived to tell the tale.

Clifford Brown; He's a regular here.

Paramedics have examined
him and said there's no sign

he ingested any poison.

And there's no other bottle
that looks like this one.

Well, I've looked all over,

but I can't find any other
bottle like that one anywhere.

So the poison must have
been added to the glass

after the drink was poured in it?

- An entirely logical thought process.
- But?

I was sitting there the whole time.

I saw Kenton pour the drink,
I saw him give it to Elijah.

I'm absolutely convinced that no-one
else went anywhere near that glass

after the drink was poured.

And yet, somehow, someone
managed to get poison in it.

Since those are the only four
people with the access to it,

they're our four suspects.

There's the keys.

You know when we'll be let back in?

Not until the investigation is completed.

We'll let you know when.

I'll go check to make
sure the place is secure.

OK.

I really don't think you should be driving.

Let me take you home.

You know, she used to be
a famous face on the island.

Babette Francois?

She was a calypso singer herself,
had a few hits

when she was in her 20s,
all over the Caribbean.

I'm a big-time calypso fan myself.

Does she still perform?

Hasn't for a long time now.
Must be close to 30 years.

Any idea why?

Well, therein lies the mystery.

No-one knows why.

Just stopped recording, performing.

And then she opened up this place.

And she has not sung a single note since.

Oh, thanks, Darlene.

It's all secure, sir. We're good to go.

OK... Oh, actually...

Could you drop me off at
the Commissioner's office?

Sure, you want to update him on the case?

Yeah,

something like that.

- Inspector?
- Commissioner;

I was hoping I might catch
you before you left this evening.

I can spare a few minutes.

I hear you've been thrown back
in at the deep end, with a case?

How are you feeling about that?

I guess I was always going to have
to get my feet wet again at some point.

That's actually why I came to see you.

I wanted to say...

..how much I appreciate
being given some time to myself

over these last couple of weeks.

It's really helped to... try and
come to terms with what happened

a little bit and... start to think
about how to move on from here.

I see.

And... I think maybe
it's time to call it a day.

You want to leave Saint Marie?

There are just so many reminders...

..everywhere, of what happened.

Maybe getting away from it all...

..might help to put it to bed.

I can understand how you feel...

..but please give it some more thought

before you make a final decision.

Perhaps a return to work...

..brings a sense of normality...

..being with your colleagues again...

..your friends.

I'll give it till the end of the case.

But after that...

..I think my mind's made up.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, sir.

Your usual, sir.

Would you miss me if I left, Harry?

Harry?

That's a no, then, is it?

Oh, Catherine, I am so pleased for you.

Yeah, congratulations.

Inspector, Sarge...

..Catherine has just had the best news.

Oh?

Cammy just phoned, and...

..I'm going to be a grandmother.

Oh, my goodness, that's amazing, Catherine!

Yes, it's great news. Congratulations.

She and her partner Leo moved
in together a few months back.

And it was unexpected,
but... they're over the moon.

Yeah, I'm really pleased for them.

So it's good to see you back at work,
Neville.

Yeah, you know, duty calls and all that.

On which note,
I should probably get on the case.

Great news.

- He looks... tired.
- Really?

He looked on pretty good form to me.

No, he didn't, Marlon.

He didn't?

They're right, Marlon,
he doesn't look himself.

I really didn't pick up on that vibe.

Well, women notice these things, Marlon.

It's like you all have some
secret superpower or something.

Kind of.

Oh, Inspector?

I thought you might like to borrow these.

It's a couple of my
Babette Francois records.

Oh, thanks,
Darlene. That's really thoughtful.

It might be a good idea for me
to immerse myself in the world

of the victim and suspect.

Even though you already have a
long standing love of calypso music?

Yeah, well...

You know, Babette Francois seems to
be a singer that somehow passed me by.

Anyway, moving on...

The postmortem and lab
results arrived this morning,

and they show that Elijah
St John's death was caused

by an opioid overdose.

The traces of powder that were
found in the glass that he drank from

seem to have come from some
sort of prescription opioid painkiller.

But there were no traces
of it in the actual bottle itself.

So the poison was definitely
added after the rum was poured.

Exactly, except I have no idea

how or when anyone could
have done that, because...

..I'm sure I would have noticed.

So for now, let's focus on any
reason these four might have done it.

We've been doing some background,

and apart from Romy Christophe,

the other three go back
a long way with the victim,

starting with Babette Francois.

She was born and raised
on Saint Marie by her mum.

She and Elijah met when she was
performing at a local bar back in 1990.

He became her manager
and then later her husband.

Ok; Well, perhaps when we're done
here, you two can go and check out

the home Babette shared with the victim.

What about the barman?

Kenton Sealy is an old
friend of Elijah's from school.

He used to be a musician
himself back in the day,

but he didn't make much money from it.

Elijah's always been loyal and
kept him in employment somewhere.

Then there is Romy Christophe,
in her mid-20s,

a full-time singer and songwriter.

She travels the Caribbean a lot,
performing.

Started her residency here
at Babette's a week ago.

And Clifford Brown?

He is the island's very own Mr Calypso.

He eats, sleeps, breathes it.

He's been publishing his Calypso
fanzine for the past 40 years,

called The Lost Watch.

It's an old-school calypso song.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Mr Brown lived near Babette and her mum

when she was growing up, acted as a mentor

as she was coming up
into the Calypso scene.

Still helps her find and
book acts for the bar.

Yeah. Erm...

I checked the 999 line here at the station.

I remember there was an incident
I was called to a few weeks back,

up at the auction house in Port Royal.

There was a disturbance reported
between Mr Brown and our victim.

Do we know what it was about?

Clifford was pretty worked
up about being outbid by Elijah

for some old Calypso memorabilia.

By the time I got there, they'd
gone their separate ways.

But the woman that called it in
said Mr Brown was not happy.

He was saying that wasn't the last of it.

Yeah, but no-one's going to
commit murder over a load of old

music memorabilia, are they?

Clifford could be pretty fanatical
about things like that, you know.

He has no wife, no kids.

It's an obsession for him.

It's his life.

Wow! The place is like a museum.

I tried to get the Heritage
Committee to recognise it

as a place of cultural
significance, but... they didn't buy it.

This is where my days get eaten up.

On your magazine?

43 years I've been proprietor,
editor, writer, distributor.

Never missed an issue.

Oh, is this you and Babette?

My most prized possession.

The day she signed her first record deal.

Proudest moment of my life.

But I'm guessing you're not
here to soak up the nostalgia?

No; We heard that you and Elijah had
a bit of a falling out a few weeks back.

The local recording studio
here, Parrot Fish Records.

They found a stash of old
master tapes and suchlike

that had been archived and forgotten about.

Is that what was being sold at the auction?

20 boxes of some real Calypso rarities,

unreleased recordings.

But Elijah beat you to it?

That's what made me so
goddamn angry about it.

He's not a collector... not like me.

Never has been.

He did it to spite me.

Had you give him any cause to do that?

The man could be stubborn, you know?

Didn't like things not
going the way he wanted.

You hadn't spoken to
each other about it since?

I couldn't bring myself to raise it.

It still rankled, you know?

So you've been feeling bitter
about it since it happened?

Yes, I have.

Very bitter.

But I'll tell you what I
haven't been feeling,

and that is like I want to kill the man.

So you can get that idea
out of your heads right now.

I'm curious to know what was in those boxes

Elijah was so keen to get his hands on.

Clinton;

Say, I need you to tell me what
Elijah did with those boxes he bought.

- How I should know?
- Oh, come on, Clifford.

I know you too well, man!

And there's no way you'd
let them get out of your sight.

So tell me, where are they?

So we asked for Babette
about Elijah bidding

for a bunch of old Calypso tapes,
and she knew nothing about it.

Also, there was no sign of the
boxes when we searched the home.

Find anything else out? Just this...

an opioid-based painkiller our victim was
prescribed after a recent operation. Empty.

Babette said that he
could be pretty forgetful.

Lost the last bottle of pills he had,

was always leaving them lying around.

So Elijah's killer potentially used
his own medication to poison him?

Yeah,
but we still have no idea how they managed

to get it into the glass.

Commissioner.

Inspector; I wonder if
you'd let me buy you a rum?

Sure.

Thank you.

Oh,

Dante's Point finest?

That's the same vintage
rum the victim was served.

Not trying to poison me,
are you, Commissioner?

If I was, you think I'd
tell you first, Inspector?

The rum is not poison,
Neville, I can promise you.

Now you listen to what Selwyn has to say.

I take it she knows, then,
about me wanting to go home?

I may have mentioned it.

Is that why we're here, sir?

Inspector;

If you truly believe that going home

is the right thing for you to do,

then I will not get in the way of that.

You will be missed by the team,
Catherine...

..and dare I say it, in a small way...

..by me.

There are other detectives, sir.

So I'm sure you'll find a replacement.

Do you remember how you were
when you first came to Saint Marie?

Yeah, I hated it.

I was allergic to everything.

It took courage to stay.

I guess I have been on quite a journey.

And it would be a shame if it
was brought to an end prematurely.

Don't you think?

Sir, the truth is,

this has really knocked me.

I was living with a
criminal and I didn't realise.

What if my instincts let me down again...

..on a case, on this case?

I don't even know if I
can trust myself any more.

You need to find the
kind of courage you had

when you first came to Saint Marie.

Something tells me it's still in there.

Good evening, Inspector.

Good evening, sir.

What's this?

You can see what it is; Chicken and chips.

Yeah, but I didn't order any dinner.

You've not looked well lately, Neville.

You could do with a proper meal.

Now, eat up.

When I come back,
I want to see a clean plate.

It's what my mum always used to say.

Good.

So, eat.

Morning, sir.

Morning. Right this way.

How did you come across this?

Well, Darlene and I went over
the victim's bank statements

first thing, and we saw
he started renting a lock up

a few weeks ago,
so we thought we'd check it out.

Although it looks like
someone's already beaten us to it.

See?

Any witnesses to this?

Not so far, but we've put the word out.

Finally, the missing boxes.

We've had a quick look
and they're all still full of stuff,

so we have no idea if
anything's been taken.

Yeah, but we have to assume whoever
broke in was looking for something.

Why don't we get down to the
auction house up in Port Royal,

see if they have a list of
what's meant to be inside

so we can work out what's been removed?

Yeah, good idea.

I'll call them right now.

Sir.

You really think this needs
both me and Darlene?

I mean,
I'm sure I have it covered on my own.

I don't know, it's quite a big job,
Marlon, going through all those boxes.

What's up?

Well, it turns out Darlene
is a big-time Calypso fan.

And it's just...

She won't stop singing, sir.

Yesterday during the search,
it was nonstop Calypso songs,

one after the other after the other.

I'm not sure how much more I can take, sir.

Sorry, Marlon, but needs must, eh?

Once more unto the breach, and all that.

Hey, Naomi. What have you got?

I've been going through the victim's
laptop and came across a chain

of emails from a few months back.

Anonymous431.

Doesn't sound suspicious at all, does it?

Whoever it is came in
contact with the victim,

claiming that they believed
they're Elijah and Babette's child,

given up to the orphanage
in Guadeloupe in 1995.

Was there a birth registered?

Not here or in Guadeloupe,
but in the email, they're insistent,

suggest doing a DNA test to prove it.

What did Elijah say back?

Well, he neither confirms nor denies it,

but he was not happy about
the person getting in contact.

Tells them to stop
emailing and to stay away.

I could contact the service
provider, see if they have

any details for Anonymous431?

While you do that, I'm going
to get Babette down here

and see what she has to say about this.

I don't understand. Who sent this?

Well, we're still working on that,
but it's the first you've heard of this?

Elijah never mentioned it?

He never said a thing.

He was probably just trying to protect us,

stop me getting hurt, dragging up the past.

So it's true you had a baby?

A long time ago now.

Close onto 30 years.

Can you tell me what happened?

We never talked about having
kids. I just assumed we would,

that that was what we both wanted.

When we found out I was
pregnant, he just shut it down.

Said that there was no way
we were going to keep it, end of.

He forced you to give up the baby?

Always wanted things done his way.

And I was young,

crazy stupid in love with him.

I convinced myself that he was right

that it was too soon for us to be parents,

that we could try again in a few years,
but...

..it never really happened after that.

The person who sent these
emails says that they were given over

to an orphanage in Guadeloupe.

He made us move there for six months...

..hide away from the world
so that no-one would find out.

He convinced me that it
would damage my reputation

as an artist if people knew.

That night that I had
to give up my little girl...

..I've never hurt so much in my life.

Is that why you stopped singing?

I just lost the heart for it.

Babette,

I'm sorry to have to ask this,

but are you sure you didn't
know about these emails?

Why? What do you mean?

If Elijah was preventing
you from having contact

with your daughter now,

having made you give
her up all those years ago,

maybe that was a step too far.

I can see what you are insinuating,
Inspector,

but I did not know, not about any of this.

You understand me?

Good day to you, DI Parker.

Er, sir;

There's something I think you should see.

The email provider gave me the
contact number for anonymous431.

It's Romy Christophe's mobile.

So it was her that sent the emails?

I checked, and Ms Christophe was
raised at the orphanage over in Guadalupe.

So Romy Christophe could be
Babette and Elijah's daughter.

Afternoon.

We'd like to ask you some questions about
an email account we believe you set up.

I wrote those emails to Elijah.

Because you think he and
Babette might be your parents?

I think they might be.

So how did you make that connection?

The birth was never officially registered.

When I decided to try
and find my birth family,

I went back to the orphanage and
asked if anyone there could help.

And what did they say?

I was put in touch with one of
the carers who used to work there

and she admitted she saw the
man who left me there that night.

She swore blind it was Elijah

leaving a little baby
behind on their doorstep.

There had been rumours
Babette Francois was staying

on Guadeloupe at the time.
They were both well-known faces.

It made so much sense to me.
- In what way?

I've got music in my blood like she has.

It felt right, like...

there was a bond between us
without me ever even meeting her.

So, then, how did you feel
when Elijah told you to stay away,

that he and Babette wanted
nothing to do with you?

That must have hurt.
- Of course it did.

So is that why you came to Saint Marie?

Looking for some sort of revenge?

Maybe.

Maybe I wanted to hit out at them,

make them hurt, too.

Then, when I met Babette,

all I saw was this warm-hearted,
caring person,

and I thought...

..if she just knew for
definite who I was...

..there was a chance
she might want me back.

How do you mean, for definite?

I sent a DNA test off.

Being around the bar last week, it wasn't
hard to get a sample without them noticing.

I admit I hated Elijah for
telling me to stay away...

..but after all these years...

..I want my parents back in my life,

not out of it.

I never knew Babette
made a cover of this song.

This is such a classic.

It is such a pleasure sifting
through all this memorabilia.

That's great, Darlene, really.

But can we maybe just keep things quiet?

Please, no more.

How are we getting on in here?

Sorry, Inspector.

We just couldn't help ourselves
having a little sing along,

could we, Marlon?
- We?

But we've not been slacking. We've
gone through all the boxes as you've asked.

And there is one item missing

from the list the auction house gave us.
- Which one is it?

A vinyl record from 1995, a
demo recording of "Let You Go".

That's probably Babette's most famous song.

Why would someone steal
it? Was it particularly valuable?

No more or less than
any of the other items here.

Ok; Well, let's knock it on the head
for today, but good work, both of you.

It was a genuine pleasure; Wasn't it,
Marlon?

It really was.

Don't worry, Marlon, it's over now.

I'm definitely getting a beer tonight, sir.

You doing ok?

I should have left him, Cliff, years ago.

I should have left that man.

He has destroyed so much in my life.

I don't know if there's
any way back from it.

The poison was only in one
glass, so the victim's drink

must have been spiked after it was poured.

Then surely I would have
seen it happening, wouldn't I?

Sir?

- You in?
- Oh, hey.

Hey.

I was just passing and
thought I'd pop in to see

if you fancied joining us at
Catherine's Bar for a beer.

Oh, erm...

You know what? I'm
going to stay for a while,

see if I can make some ground on the case.

Well, do you want me to stay and help?

No. You guys deserve a break.

And you don't?

I've had the last two weeks off, Naomi.

Perhaps that's why I'm
not on top of my game.

I hadn't noticed that, sir. Really.

That's very good of you to
say, but the truth of the matter is,

I was there when it happened.

A murder took place right under my nose and

I didn't notice anything.

But there's no way you could have
known what was going on. You...

Are you ok?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Just got a lot of things on my mind,
you know?

You go have a beer.

There are just so many reminders
here of what happened, everywhere.

I hate you, Neville Parker.

What if my instincts let me down again?

You need to find the courage you
had when you first came to Saint Marie.

I wasn't expecting this.

Yeah, well, neither was I.

But it's become kind of unavoidable.

For me, at least.

I don't know if this is what
you want to hear, but...

..I am sorry for what
happened to you and your sister.

Sometimes in this world...

..some families are portioned
out more tragedy than others.

It's not right.

It's not fair.

But it does happen.

And I'm sorry for the hand
that you and Grace were dealt.

- Is that it?
- There is something else.

Did I get it all completely wrong?

We seemed so...

..happy.

And close.

Was it real...

..between us? Or was it all just... lies?

Was any of it real?

I never had feelings for you.

Not once.

But...

..I did start to like who I
was when I was with you.

You made me forget myself...

..forget who I was.

So to answer your question...

..you didn't get it all wrong.

Sometimes when I was
lost in the lie of it all...

..you did make me feel happy.

Bye, Neville.

Morning, sir.

Sir?

Sorry, Naomi; Morning.

How did your evening go?

Did you manage to make sense of things?

- I think maybe I did.
- Good!

So do you reckon we are going to
crack this case wide open today?

You know what, Naomi?

I reckon we should at least
give it a shot. What have you got?

So...

..I just had an interesting
conversation with Romy Christophe.

She's just had the DNA
results back from the lab.

Right.

And while Babette was
confirmed as Romy's mother,

Elijah St John was not her father.
- Whoa!

Could that be why he
wanted to give the baby up?

Because he knew it wasn't his?
- Could be.

Sir, sarge; We've got a
bit of something for you.

I always love a bit of something.

We put the word out at the harbour
about the break in at Elijah's lock-up.

Did someone come forward?

You know "Hungry" Steve, the guy that owns

the bait and tackle shop?
- Never heard of him.

Why is he called "Hungry"...
Do you know what?

I don't need to know. What about him?

Well, Steve was off-loading some
stuff from his van two days ago

when he saw a man acting
suspicious heading towards his car

with a record in his hand.

Description matches Kenton Sealy exactly.

Mr Sealy;

Honore Police. We'd like a word with you.

Mr Sealy,
we have a warrant to search this house.

You don't need no warrant.

I know what you've come here looking for.

The demo of Babette's song.

Except it isn't her singing because
it wasn't her that wrote that song.

Yes, it was. It says so on her album,
"She Won't Let You Go".

No, she didn't.

I did.

I gave it to her as a
gift all those years ago.

And this is the same demo I gave her.

Kenton here, 14th of May, 1995,

Parrot Fish Studios.

I've got a little song I wrote for you...

..just to say...

'This is for you'.

I, er... I still love you...

..and still miss you.

The song is about her.
It's about your love for her.

That's why I took the record;

To protect Babette.

She'd just lost her husband.

Last thing she needs is people finding
out what happened between me and her.

1995; She'd have been married by then.

So this was behind Elijah's back?

For a few months.

Babette and me, we were always...

..like-minded, you know?

About music, songwriting.

There was this... connection.

But Babette ended things?

She told me she couldn't
keep lying to Elijah.

But I realise now...

..it was cos she knew she was pregnant.

You know about that?

About a week ago, I was in the bar.

It was quiet, just Cliffy and me
scheduling next month's performances.

I needed to go and check on
an email we'd had from an agent.

The email was on Elijah's laptop.

When I found the ones about
him and Babette giving up a baby,

it took me a moment to realise...

that it was probably mine.

Why did you think that?

Because I knew Elijah couldn't have kids.

He never told Babette,

but he'd had some tests done
when he was younger, and...

..that was definitely not his child.

Is that why he insisted
Babette give the baby away?

He told you that?

Elijah found me looking at those emails...

..so I ask him about it all.

Didn't want to talk at first. Got angry.

But, eventually, he opened up.

It was for the best.

Said the minute Babette told him
she was pregnant, he knew it wasn't his.

Said he waited for her to
admit it, but she never did...

..so he told her they weren't keeping it.

Do you think he knew the baby was yours?

Lately, I started to wonder if he did.

I think that's why he bid for the boxes

to get hold of that record
and stop people finding out.

It must have made you
angry, discovering what he did,

depriving you from
knowing your only daughter.

I have never felt such loathing
and hatred for one person in my life.

So much so that you'd kill them?

I admit I wanted nothing more
than Elijah gone from my life,

but full of rage as I was,

I'm telling you,

I never acted on it.

And remember, you saw every move I made.

If I was the one who put
poison in Elijah's drink,

tell me when I did it.

Kenton's right, isn't he?

We've no idea how he or any of our suspects

managed to put poison
into the victim's glass of rum.

Sir; Are you sure you
didn't look away at any point

and that's when the killer did it?

Or maybe you blinked or sneezed.

You know, with your allergies and what not,

you are prone to a little
sneezy-wheezy every now and again.

Every time I've gone over it in my head...

..as far as I can remember,

I didn't look away, I didn't blink,

I didn't do a little sneezy-wheezy.

So, then, what happened?

How did the killer get a lethal dose
of crushed up opiates in that rum?

I don't know, Darlene.

I don't know.

I just spoke to Romy.

I told her that Kenton
might possibly be her father.

She's decided to speak
to both him and Babette

and tell them the truth about who she is.

So, er...

..what are we doing now?

Sir?

We're going to go back to the crime scene.

We're going to solve
this case once and for all.

Ok; Let's go through it one more time.

Elijah St John entered the bar
and asked Kenton Sealy for a drink.

Kenton; Get me a drink.

Kenton removed a clean
glass from the dishwasher

and dried it with a cloth,
which means the poison

wasn't already in the glass.

He then poured a shot of rum
into the glass and gave it to Elijah.

We know the poison wasn't in the bottle

because Clifford Brown was also
poured a drink and had no reaction.

Plus, our own laboratory tested
both the bottle and Clifford's glass

for traces of poison and found none.

Which means the poison must
have been added to the victim's glass

after the drink was poured.

But I remain convinced that
no-one went near the glass

after it was in Elijah's hand,

so how did the killer do it?

There must be something we've missed.

Welcome to Babette's.

Hold on.

The salt shaker. It was the salt shaker.

It's been right in front of us.

You want a drink?

Tap water is fine.

I was sitting right there.

The bottle of rum came
from this cupboard down here.

43 years I've been proprietor, editor...

Elijah found me looking at those emails.

Babette Francois, she was born
and raised on Saint Marie by her mum.

Always wanted things done his way.

Do you think you've solved it, sir?

You know, I think I might have, Naomi.

Marlon, let's gather our suspects.

I need to search the bin behind the bar.

While I'm doing that, Darlene,

could you get that glass tested at the lab?

But that was your glass, sir.
- Yes, it was.

Why do you want us to test
a glass that you drank from?

Because that's the one with the poison in.

You would think having a
police detective witness a murder

actually being carried out would
make it an easy case to solve.

Turns out, in fact, that wasn't true.

Quite the opposite.

From start to finish, this investigation

has been nothing short of maddening,

which I guess is testament to how
clever you were in your endeavour...

..Clifford.

You think it was me killed Elijah?

But how could I? Why would I do that?

Well, we'll get to the why shortly.

But first let's discuss the how.

We believe you acquired the opioids
you needed to commit the murder

from the victim himself.

Babette said Elijah was
always careless with them...

would just leave them lying around.

Babette said that he
could be pretty forgetful.

And you're very much a regular
here at Babette's Bar, so it wouldn't

have been hard for you to help
yourself to Elijah's medication.

Once you had them, all you
had to do was crush them up

and find a way for Elijah to ingest them

without there being any evidence

that you'd been the one
to administer the poison.

So; How did you do it?

First of all, you had to acquire
the same bottle of vintage rum

that Elijah enjoyed and
then put the poison in it.

Then, on the day of the
murder, you snuck into the bar

and you put the poisoned
bottle into the cupboard

where Elijah's rum was kept,
making sure that Elijah's bottle

was hidden well out of
sight so that when he arrived

and he ordered himself a drink,

Kenton would unwittingly
pour it from the poison bottle.

But I also poured Clifford a
rum from that same bottle.

How come he didn't die?

That...

..is where the salt shaker comes in.

There is a reason Clifford ordered
himself not only a plate of akras

that evening,
but also a glass of tap water.

One small plate of akras and
a glass of tap water coming up.

Because the salt wasn't
just there to season his food,

it was so he could mix
himself a home-made emetic.

- A what?
- An emetic.

It's something used to induce vomiting,

and salt water is one of the
simplest examples there is.

Because that was all
part of Clifford's plan.

He wanted to be seen to be
drinking the same rum that Elijah was,

so that anyone who was watching
would be convinced that the poison

couldn't have been in that bottle.

And then, almost immediately,
he used his home-made emetic,

forced himself to bring it back up
again, so that when the paramedics

examined him later, they would
find no signs of an opioid overdose.

After that, all Clifford needed
to do is clear up the evidence.

While the bar had been left
empty after Elijah's body was found

and everyone's attention
was taken up with that,

you headed back behind the bar
and recovered the poison bottle of rum

and poured away the contents.

You then stuck a
different label on the bottle.

You are more than adept,
with your computer designing

and printing your magazine every month,

so it wouldn't have been difficult
for you to reproduce a label

from a different brand of rum.

Once you did that, all you had to
do was switch your poisoned glass

with the glass Inspector
Parker was drinking from,

so that when it went to the lab,

there would be no traces
of the crushed opioids.

We've since tested that second glass...

the one we believed
belongs to Inspector Parker.

And the lab confirmed that
there were traces of an opioid.

Also, I had another look
through this bin behind the bar.

Now that I actually knew
what I was looking for...

..I think I may have found the one.

See, Clifford, after we've arrested you,

we're going to go and search your house,

and I feel pretty confident
that we're going to find evidence

on your computer of the fake label...

..that you printed off.

That just leaves us with
one question left to answer...

why kill Elijah St John?

I think you knew about the lie

Elijah had told to Babette
all those years ago.

You were here when Kenton
confronted Elijah about it.

They were arguing in the back office.

I find it hard to believe that you
didn't hear what was going on.

Tell me the truth, Elijah.
- Fine!

We gave the child to an
orphanage. It's for the best.

And it must have upset you,

hearing that Elijah made
Babette give the baby away.

I think you killed for love.

You've known Babette since she was a child.

She didn't have a father,

but you were there to care
for her when she started to sing.

Acted as a mentor as she was
coming up into the Calypso scene.

Proudest moment of my life.

She was like a daughter to you,
the daughter that you never had.

And that paternal love kicked in...

..when you found out what Elijah had done.

He took everything from you.

Even your own daughter,

your voice.

And there was no way you was going
to get any of that back with him around.

But now... you do.

You'll get your life back.

You'll get your daughter back.

You deserve to be happy.

Clifford Brown...

..I'm arresting you for the
murder of Elijah St John.

Wait.

Please, wait.

Clifford...

Crazy thing to do.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we've got a very special guest appearance

for you tonight, someone
you know and love so well...

my mother.

Please give a warm Saint Marie welcome,

Babette Francois!

I can't believe we're
going to see her sing.

I never thought it would happen.

Ooh, it's been a while, eh?

So you will have to
forgive me if I'm a bit rusty.

You all know this song.

But tonight,
know that when I am singing it,

my heart is finally starting to mend.

- Where's Neville?
- He said he'd be here by now.

Hey, Commissioner.

I'm very glad to hear it, Inspector.

Have a good evening.

And you, too, sir.

Seriously?

The woman hasn't sung a note in 30 years...

and you're going to hum along?

Fair point.

Catherine...

..would you tell Camille
that I'm really pleased for her

and I think you'll be an
amazing grandmother?

I'm sure it's going to be a
bumpy but exhilarating ride.

I can't wait.

And for Cammie to have
what I've had is beautiful.

It's a new chapter.

To new beginnings?

To new beginnings.

Hey.

It's good to have you back, sir.

It's good to be back, Naomi.