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Ah! This is my favourite spot.

SHE SIGHS Yes, it really
is very beautiful.

I'm very blessed.

Paradise Bay is more like a
family than a care home. Hm!

Pretty dysfunctional
family, if you ask me.

No-one did, Barbara.

Oh, my cousin
Eloise from the UK.

Oh, I wasn't aware Nancy
had relatives in England.

Oh, we've only
recently connected.

My commiserations. Still, can't
choose your family, can you?

Now, now, Barbara.

Oh, that's all right, Phillipe.

Babs is only having fun.

Speaking of which,
coming to bingo?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

I look forward to giving
you another fine thrashing.

Over my dead body.

Chance would be a fine thing.

67. Yes!

Stairway to heaven, 67.

Quick, you've got to mark it.

67. You've got to mark
67 with your dabber.

Oh. That's how you
keep track. OK.

You don't play back home?

No. Legs 11...

Games of chance
not really my bag.

Oh, bingo's not
a game of chance,

not the way I play it.

How do you play it?

She cheats!

Is that the bleating of
a sore loser I can hear?

88. Two fat ladies, 88.

Ah, my daughter, Oona.

Oona, here!

Here. We've saved you a place.

We need to talk - in private.

Eloise has never played
before. Can you imagine?

22. Two little ducks, 22.

Quack-quack!

Nancy comes across as
all sweetness and light,

but underneath that outfit
beats the heart of a scoundrel.

13.

Unlucky for some, 13.

House!

I have house!

Miss Mitchell has a full house.

How do you like
them apples, then?

Mum? Don't.

I just need to be left alone.

Hmph! Who's the sore loser now?

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid woman.

She is coming back,
though, right?

I don't know.

I've never seen her like this.

Oh, she's just in a strop.

Oh, come on, let's
just crack on.

Well, now, Barbara, you weren't
exactly magnanimous in victory.

Maybe just give her
a few more minutes

to pull herself together.

You know, collecting
shells, or conchology,

to give it its proper
scientific name,

is one of the fastest-growing
hobbies in the world,

and that's why I think it would make
an excellent first topic for my blog.

Can't wait to read
it, Inspector.

Right? Right.

Do you have to go over
every bump on the way?

It's not as easy
as it looks, sir.

Wahey! There he is.

Why?

Why are you applauding? Sir,
you've just been discharged.

We had to come and
celebrate. Celebrate what?

Doctors say I can't return
to work, confined to home,

like an invalid.

You were shot, Selwyn.

You're lucky to be alive.

Sir, cheer up. Most people your
age would leap at the chance

of a bit of R&R.

PHONE RINGS Sorry.

Most people my age, Inspector?

Yeah, er...

So, er, that was Darlene.

There's been a murder at
the Paradise Bay care home.

OK, we're on the way. Marlon?

Bye, sir.

Be careful of the bumps.
He gets a bit grouchy.

That won't be necessary.

I can...

HE GRUNTS ..manage

perfectly on my own.

Nancy Martin, 75.

She was playing bingo
in the activities room

with the other residents.

She left alone, and when
someone went to look for her,

they found this.

Murder weapon.

Stabbed with her
own knitting needle.

It's been wiped, but there's
significant traces of blood on it.

Paramedics found a
single puncture wound

to the abdomen.

It's stopped. Shame.

1920s antique, if
I'm not mistaken.

Whoever did this
wasn't after cash.

What's this?

Looks like an old CCTV still.

Hmm.

"Jeremy Heston, Gatwick,
July 23rd 1993."

No signs of a struggle.

You said she was playing
bingo just before the murder?

She left the activities
room at 15.30

and was found dead at 15.45.

Any witnesses? CCTV?

Everyone else in the care home

was in the activities
room at the time.

Everyone?

Apart from Nancy Martin.
And the murderer.

Who found the body?

She was sitting on a bench.

Martin!

I thought she was asleep, but...

Martin!

SHE SCREAMS ...she wasn't.

She was dead.

OONA HYPERVENTILATES

Who would want to murder Nancy?

So gentle and...

Oh, spare us the
crocodile tears, Babs.

Mum's dead.

You don't have to pretend
that you're sad about it.

Oona.

You're Nancy's daughter?

Adopted.

Oona Martin.

And, yes, Nancy was my mum.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Can you think of any reason
why someone would do this?

Did Nancy have any enemies,
anyone with a grudge?

Oh, come on!

No. None of this
makes any sense.

Perhaps further questioning
could wait until tomorrow.

It's getting late.

Our residents are elderly,
and emotions are running high.

Inspector?

Um, yeah, yeah, sure.

We'll need a list of
everyone who was in the room

at the time of the murder. Why?
You can't think we're suspects?

Whoever did this is long gone.

Yeah, why don't you
put up a perimeter

and some roadblocks, or
whatever the police usually do?

I'm sorry, and you are?

Eloise Mirie. I'm just visiting.

Miss Mirie is Nancy's cousin.

Well, second cousin
once removed.

Look, I don't want
to sound insensitive

but I only met Nancy
for the first time

a couple of days ago.

Really don't need
to get caught up in

whatever is going on here.

What's going on here is
a murder investigation.

And I have a whole
roomful of alibis.

Miss Mirie has a point.

No-one left this
room after Nancy did.

Er, not until we
went to find her.

Does the name Jeremy Heston
mean anything to anyone?

Why? Is he a suspect?

Just a name that's come
up in the investigation.

Why did Nancy leave
the bingo game?

She was angry. I'd just
won a full house...

A full house? That's
all 15 numbers, yes?

Which you won when the
number 13 was drawn.

How is this relevant, Inspector?

Well, this is Nancy's
bingo card, right?

Now, I'm no expert, but

it seems to me

that Nancy had made full
house two numbers previously,

when 88 was drawn.

So why didn't she shout house?

Her winning number was
right there on the monitor.

How did she miss it?

Maybe she wasn't
paying attention.

A bingo fanatic one number
away from a full house?

It's not likely she
wasn't paying attention.

I've boxed Nancy's belongings

to go through back
at the station.

OK, so, I checked the perimeter.

Only way in or out is
through the front gates.

Security fencing all around.

If everyone at the care home
was in the activities room

when Nancy was murdered

that means the killer must
have broken in somehow.

Over the fence?

Not impossible, but not easy.

And then what?

Just wander the gardens
waiting for Nancy to arrive?

Nancy left unexpectedly.

How did the killer know
where she would be?

Exactly.

Unless they followed her out.

You think the murderer came
from inside the care home?

I think it's more likely
than a random killer

climbing the fence and
then just hanging around,

waiting for a victim to show up.

But let's keep an open mind.

I have been wrong before.

Ah, fine, you're back.

He's been so difficult!

A commissioner's work
does not stop, Inspector,

especially when people are
being murdered in care homes.

Miss Bordey disapproves.

Maybe YOU can talk
sense into him.

Well, actually, Catherine,
I do have a question.

Sir? Hmm?

Does the name Jeremy Heston
mean anything to you?

This photo was found
in the victim's pocket,

dated July 23rd 1993.

July 23rd 1993?

Yes.

Oh, my gosh.

Maybe that name
does ring a bell.

SELWYN SIGHS

Jeremy Heston was a
self-employed accountant

from Milton Keynes.

He arrived in Honore
on July 24, 1993.

The day after his picture was
taken here at Gatwick Airport?

Sir, you still remember the
exact date after all this time?

No, no,

I remember the next
day, July 25th.

We all remember the day.

Saint Marie was hit
by a surprise storm.

Jeremy Heston died at sea.

He'd been here
less than 24 hours

when he fell off a tour
boat in heavy seas.

His body was never found,

but it turned out there was no
next of kin to bury him anyway.

Heston wasn't the only casualty.

There was a passing
fisherman, a brave man.

His name was Clement Brown.

He saw him fall and
tried to save him.

He also drowned.

His body, at least,
was recovered.

The storm cost two
lives and untold damage.

It took years to recover.

So why did Nancy Martin
have a CCTV still

of a random accountant
at Gatwick Airport

48 hours before he died at sea?

Well, we can't force
him to step back.

He's the commissioner.

He's stubborn and reckless.

He cannot cope on his own.

He knows where we are.

If he needs our help,
he'll ask for it.

HE SIGHS

Postmortem's in.

Confirms death from a
single puncture wound

consistent with the
metal knitting needle

found at the scene.

Angle of the injury wound
rules out the possibility

it was self-inflicted.
Forensics?

The needle was wiped but the
lab found a partial print.

They're cross-checking
it with exclusion prints

taking from the victim.

Nancy Martin.

What do we know about her?

So, emigrated from
the UK in 1994,

set up a charity for
under-privileged children.

The charity has distributed
millions of dollars,

most of which came
from her own pocket.

Wow. Where did the money
come from? Hard to say.

There's very little
information about her life

before she came to Saint Marie.

No digital footprint,
no social media.

So, what, just an
eccentric philanthropist

doing good deeds?

One interesting thing...

The care home manager,
Phillipe Varane

he was Nancy's personal
assistant for 25 years.

Took the job at the Paradise Bay
when she retired there last year.

From being a PA at a charity
to running bingo games

in a care home.

HE SCOFFS That's
some dedication.

Oh. Thank you.

We're still waiting for
access to her emails.

What about phone records?

A mobile phone account is
registered to Nancy Martin,

but we are yet to
find the phone itself.

It wasn't on her person
or at the crime scene.

No phone?

Darlene, what about the
belongings we took from her room?

No phone there, sir.
Maybe the killer took it?

Why take the phone and leave
all the cash and jewellery?

We've requested the records
from the mobile company.

Any links to Jeremy Heston?

Nothing to suggest
they ever met,

let alone were connected.

So why did she have a photo of
him in her pocket when she died?

We'll need to check her bank
for any recent activity.

Anyone handling that much money is bound
to make some enemies along the way.

Sir, you'd better
take a look at this.

Someone has been writing Nancy
Martin poison pen letters.

So I wrote some letters.

I was upset.

The language that you
used in those letters

sounded a bit more than upset.

"You cheating scum."

"You'll get what's
coming to you, I swear."

What was Nancy cheating at?

Does it matter? She's gone.

Bingo. My nan used
to play bingo.

After my grandad passed away,
it was a lifeline to her.

Community.

Must have meant a
lot to you, too.

Because it's more than
just a game here, it's

identity.

Do you know what it's like
to grow old in a care home?

No family, surrounded
by strangers.

You take comfort
in little things.

Bingo was my thing.

And then Nancy came
along, kept on winning,

took all that away from you.

Must have made you angry.

Angry enough to send
poison pen letters.

Perhaps angry enough to kill?

I never liked Nancy.

There was always
something false about her.

But I didn't kill
her. I couldn't.

She was already dead
when we found her.

I've just been taking statements,
and it turns out that Miss Mitchell

is not the only person that
had issues with Nancy Martin.

Three separate
people confirm that

she had a row with her
daughter yesterday.

RAISED VOICES

And Phyllis here

saw something that
might be of interest.

Oona Martin was searching
her mother's room.

What for?

So, what do we know
about Oona Martin?

Again, surprisingly little.

This is interesting.

Oona applied for and received
a passport only two weeks ago.

Where was she planning to go?

Inspector?

Um, I'm here for my
mum's personal effects.

Er, yeah. Come inside
and we'll talk.

That's me on the right.

My dad died suddenly, and
my birth mother, she, erm,

she couldn't cope, so, erm,

I ended up at the orphanage,
and Nancy took me in.

That was her thing.

Redemption!

Oh, um, I know a good
watch repair place.

Couldn't help but
notice it's stopped.

Oh, no, it doesn't
work. It never has.

Family heirloom.

It's the one thing my mum
said she couldn't leave behind

when she left the UK.

Er, where's her phone?

Er, Nancy's phone
wasn't on her person

or at the crime scene.

It's possible the
killer took it.

Or it was stolen from her room.

We know that someone broke in
while she was playing bingo.

Is that an accusation?

A resident saw you in there.

And we know you had a
fight with Nancy yesterday.

So what?

Kids fight with their
parents all the time.

Oona, we know you've
suffered a great loss,

but the sooner you start
telling us the truth,

the better.

OK. Um...

I was in her room,

but I didn't break in and I
certainly didn't steal anything.

I was looking for something
that belonged to me...

My passport.

Nancy took your passport? Why?

Have you ever seen
the northern lights?

I always wanted to.
It was my dream.

I've never even set
foot off of Saint Marie

and I'm 35 years old.

Your mother wouldn't let you?

Oh, she was loving, but, erm,

but secretive.

I was home-schooled.

I wasn't allowed a mobile phone
until 18, no social media.

She was overprotective.

She was smothering.

But I loved her.

And I thought she loved me.

Until...?

I was supposed to
be leaving today

on an adventure, a
new life, you know?

I'd planned it for months.

You know, Mum tried to talk
me out of it, as usual,

but I stood up to her, and I
thought she'd finally accepted it,

but when I went to pack,
my passport was gone.

She'd taken it.

How do you know it was her?

She admitted it.

That's why I was at the
care home yesterday.

I went to find my passport.

But it wasn't there so I joined
her at bingo, like she told me to.

Oona, here!

I don't mean to be insensitive,

but Nancy ruining your
chance of a new life

that does give you a motive.

The last time I spoke to my mum.

I was so.

I was so angry, hurtful,

and I'll never forgive
myself for that.

But I did not murder my mother

over a confiscated
passport, Inspector.

So, you were playing bingo.

I was with Nancy, and then
her daughter pitched up.

She looked like
she'd been crying.

And then that Babs woman
won, and it all kicked off,

cos they're very, very
serious about their bingo.

And Nancy Martin?

Yeah. She wasn't happy.

She stormed out and

it was all a bit awkward.

We were just sat
there like lemons.

And no-one else left that room?

Well, I didn't like
to say this earlier,

but that Mr Varane, he
did pop out for a bit.

Do you think that's important?

So, according to Eloise Mirie,

Phillipe Varane left the
bingo for five minutes.

That's just enough time
to get to the garden,

stab Nancy and return.

What do we know about him?

Born in Jamaica, in and out
of juvenile institutions,

petty theft, assault.

Then, next we know of him,
he's here in Saint Marie,

working with Nancy
Martin as her assistant.

And 25 years later, he manages
the care home she lives in.

Does that not seem weird to you?

COMPUTER CHIMES

Er, sir, we've heard
back from Nancy's bank.

Just two hours before
she was murdered

$100,000 was transferred
from her personal account

into an account in
the Cayman Islands.

The transfer was authorised
by Phillipe Varane.

I think we need to dig into
Phillipe's finances, don't you?

Yes, I authorised that transfer.

Who did the money go to?

I'm afraid I can't divulge that.

Because it's incriminating?

Because it's private.

Since when is theft private?

The money was transferred from
Nancy Martin's personal account.

I transferred the money
at Nancy's request.

I have financial
power of attorney.

It's all above board.

Mr Varane, this is a
murder investigation.

Who was she sending money to?

I'm afraid I can't divulge that.

You can't think that I had
anything to do with Nancy's murder?

Well, we know that
she trusted you.

We know that you
had opportunity.

You were the only person to
leave the activities room

for five minutes, enough time
to follow Nancy to her bench,

stab her and return.

I stepped out to take a call.

From whom? Nobody, just

a nuisance caller. Why didn't
you mention this earlier?

I didn't think it was relevant.

What possible motive could I
have for wanting to murder Nancy?

You've worked for
her for 25 years.

I'm a suspect because I'm loyal?

You're a suspect because
you're over $10,000 in debt.

How did you know that?

We've discovered emails
from you to Nancy

asking for a loan to cover the
interest repayments on that debt.

And when she asked
what the debt was for,

you wouldn't say. Why not?

I was embarrassed.

I had made some

poor financial choices.

She refused to give
you a loan, didn't she?

So you just took
it, to pay the debt.

But then she found out.

You know how I met Nancy?

I tried to rob her.

She was just another rich tourist,
and all I had was an empty belly,

and a knife.

But she was as tough as nails.

Took that knife from
me like I was a baby.

All she had to do was call the
police and my life was done.

You know what she did?

She bought me lunch,

gave me a job,

a purpose.

Nancy Martin gave me my life.

The idea that I would
murder her for money

is contemptuous.

Let's check his phone records.

He said he took a call.

Let's confirm that part of his
story before we believe the rest.

So, we have 18 people who
were all in the care home

at the bingo when the
murder was committed.

Interviews and background
checks indicate

only four have any close
connection to Nancy Martin.

Barbara Mitchell,
her daughter Oona,

Phillipe Varane
and Eloise Mirie,

a distant relative who only
met Nancy two days ago.

And of those, only Phillipe Varane
does not have a cast-iron alibi.

He's the only person to have left
the activities room after Nancy did.

Yeah, but his motive is weak,

and his devotion to
Nancy seems genuine.

A 75-year-old recluse who spent
her last years giving money

to disadvantaged children

doesn't make for an
obvious murder target.

No.

We must be missing
something, some connection.

Er, sir?

Interpol has been
trying to contact you.

Check your email.

Apparently, when Nancy
Martin's exclusion prints

were entered into the system,

it triggered a
30-year-old Red Notice.

Interpol have a warrant
out for Nancy Martin? Why?

Because Nancy Martin

isn't really Nancy Martin.

Then, who is she?

Gwen Jackson was the
wife of Frankie Jackson,

whose gang stole £5 million

in one of the largest
heists in UK history.

A year later, Frankie was killed
in a shoot-out with the police.

The very same day,
Gwen disappeared.

Neither her nor the money
has ever been heard of since.

Until now.

Guys, the list of
possible motives

and suspects for this case
just widened considerably.

So Nancy Martin isn't real?

No, Marlon, it's
a fake identity,

one that's lasted 30 years.

Yeah, but my point is,

if Nancy Martin from
Buckinghamshire doesn't exist,

how could she have
a second cousin?

Eloise Mirie!

Not so fast, Miss Mirie.

If that is your real name.

SHE GASPS

ELOISE SIGHS

Going somewhere in a hurry?

ELOISE SIGHS

Well?

You're not allowed
to smoke in here.

Yeah, and you have no
legal right to come in here

without a warrant.

Learn that from TV, did you?

Section 17 of the Police
and Criminal Evidence Act,

1984, actually.

You're a police officer?

Mm-hm. Detective
Sergeant, Flying Squad.

Although something tells me

I'm going to be taking
early retirement.

I was 25 when I made detective.

Frankie Jackson
was my first case.

Five mil cash. Big deal.

My partner, DI Max Jennings,
he got an anonymous tip.

There was a shoot-out.

Frankie died. Max died.

Gwen Jackson and the
money disappeared.

Can I smoke? BOTH: No.

I swore that I would catch her,
which was easier said than done.

30 years, not a sniff.

Six months ago, an old
snout of Max's says

he knows who smuggled the
cash out of the country.

This bloke went into
a bank with the code

for Frankie's safety deposit
box and walked out again.

An accountant. Him.

Jeremy Heston? Mm-hm.

So, I tracked
Heston's final days

from a flat in Milton Keynes
to the bank in Mile End,

to CCTV at Gatwick and
then finally to here.

He smuggled the cash out
of the UK in a suitcase?

Yeah, for Gwen to collect
when she was ready

to assume her new identity.

Why did she get this
guy to move the money?

Why couldn't she
just do it herself?

Well, cos Gwen was
wanted by the police

and Frankie's gang by then.

No-one knows how
Gwen got out the UK,

but we now know how
the money got out.

Her partner in crime.

Obviously, Jeremy
reached a sticky end,

but I figured Gwen probably
stayed in the Caribbean.

She kept a bloody low profile,

but finally I found her
here, at Saint Marie.

I confronted her.

Wanted to see the truth
in her eyes. SHE GASPS.

And I did.

When I showed her
that photo of Heston

she nearly dropped dead with
shock right there on the spot.

She offered me money, 100 grand.

All she wanted was the photo.

So we came up with this
long-lost relative cover story

while the deal went through.

And, er, it all seemed to
be going smoothly until...

Until Nancy Martin was killed.

And I just wanted to
get off this island

as quick as possible.

So you could get away with it.

We know that money
was transferred.

What's to stop you from
taking revenge as well?

I was in a room with
a bunch of old biddies

when Gwen was whacked.

Do you lot not see
what's going on?

This was a professional hit.

Gwen stole £5 million
of gangsters' money.

They don't forget, not ever.

And if I can find her
after all this time,

so can they.

What are you thinking, sir?

I'm wondering why Nancy
Martin was so desperate

to get her hands on this photo,

and why she left the bingo

without noticing she'd
made a full house?

I'm confused.

Does he think Frankie's
gang did it or not?

Gangsters execute
people, Marlon.

Nancy was stabbed with
her own knitting needle.

That feels...

Personal. Exactly.

And Nancy must have known
her murderer, trusted them.

Let's pick this
up in the morning.

Maybe fresh minds
bring fresh ideas.

Come on, Naomi. We've
got a big night tonight.

Darlene, I'm not
really in the mood.

You will be fine. Trust me.

Are you sure there's
nothing more we can do, sir?

No.

It's just I'm supposed to be
going to Catherine's Bar, but...

Oh, no, you go ahead.

We could all use a little R&R.

This is no time for rest
and relaxation, Inspector.

Sir, what are you doing here?

My job, Inspector.

I've been receiving calls about
this business at the care home.

A murder like this striking

at the most vulnerable
in our society

people need reassurance.

They've arranged a town hall.

I need a full briefing.

You're going to
a town hall, sir?

Why wouldn't I? I am
the Police Commissioner.

Sir, I think what Marlon
is trying to say is,

surely this is a duty
that can be delegated.

Delegated to whom,
Inspector? You?

Not somebody that
almost recently died

from a gunshot wound, sir.

I will not be treated
like an invalid.

Do I make myself clear?

Sir, no-one's saying
you're an invalid.

We're just worried you might be
pushing yourself a little hard.

If you'd just let us help...

I do not require any
help. I am perfectly fine!

DOOR BANGS, HE GASPS

Sorry.

Sir? Sir? Sir? SELWYN STAMMERS.

Oh! Sir!

Sir. Sir, come over.

OK, er, Naomi,
call an ambulance.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

I'm... I'm OK.

I... I... I was just...
I was just startled.

Sir, you are not OK.

At least let us
call your doctor.

OK. OK.

Say it.

MIMICS: I told you so!

I have nothing to say.

Except this.

How do you expect
people to care for you

if you will not
care for yourself?

You are right.

And I'm sorry.

Hmm. Oh, it's not me you
have to apologise to.

Er, sir, there's no
need to apologise.

Um, I just came to...

Well, I'm just glad you're OK.

Wait, Inspector.

The town hall.

I will need to
delegate after all.

You want me to do it, sir?

I hate to ask, Inspector.

No.

No, not at all. Don't be
silly. I'd be happy to.

I hate to ask because
it will require tact,

skill and diplomacy.

Qualities you are

sadly lacking.

Well, I'll do my best
not to let you down, sir.

I'd appreciate that, Inspector.

Oh, hey!

It's the old gang.

HE CHUCKLES Do you
miss them, sir?

They are like family, Inspector.

Perhaps it's time you
spoke to your daughter.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Why would I bother
Andrina over nothing?

Sir?

Do you ever hear from
Florence? Is she OK?

Is she happy?

She's in witness protection.

That's all either
of us need to know.

For her safety.

Witness protection.

Huh!

Inspector?

Well, that's what you do when
you want to protect someone

who's wanted by dangerous
people, isn't it?

You... you make them disappear,
like Gwen Jackson disappeared,

assumed an identity,
became Nancy Martin.

Except you're still
not safe, are you?

Because they still
want to kill you,

and they'll never stop
searching for you unless...

They think you are already dead.

Of course!

That's brilliant, sir!

Of course that's what you do!

Naomi? Yeah, if you're at
Catherine's Bar, wait there.

I'll meet you there.

Glad I could help.

There is one other
person that Nancy Martin,

or rather Gwen Jackson, knew
and trusted on Saint Marie

Jeremy Heston.

Um, er, Jeremy Heston is dead.

But what if he's not?

What if it was just made
to look like he was dead

so no-one would come
looking for him?

He drowned, sir.
There were witnesses.

A man died trying to save him.

Clement Brown's body was
discovered but Heston's never was.

Coincidence?

You think he staged
his own drowning?

Isn't... isn't that risky?

Well, if I'd stolen £5 million
from a crime syndicate,

I'd do whatever it took to stop
them looking for me. Wouldn't you?

Wait, is that a new dress?

Er, maybe.

Are you wearing perfume?

Am I interrupting something?

Well, Darlene and I were...

Never mind. It's not important.

Let's say Jeremy
Heston faked his death.

Why come out of hiding
all these years later?

Because Eloise Mirie
tracked down Gwen Jackson,

the one other person who knew

about Jeremy Heston
faking his own death.

Once Eloise turned up,
Nancy became a liability.

As long as she was alive, his
secret was no longer safe.

So you think he killed her
to avoid being exposed?

I think he's tying
up loose ends,

and Nancy Martin might
not be the only one.

I'm sorry, Inspector,

but this all sounds
rather fantastical.

Gangsters, fake identities,
missing millions?

Did you never wonder where
Nancy's money came from?

Nancy was independently wealthy.

Nancy Martin does not exist.

She never did.

It was an elaborate
fictional identity

created by Gwen Jackson.

Fingerprints do not lie.

So you think this Jeremy
Heston killed her?

If we're right and
he is still alive,

he would have motive.

Why are you telling us
all this, Inspector?

Jeremy Heston has killed once
before to protect his secret.

It's very possible
he might kill again.

You think we're targets? Why?

Neither of us had heard of this
man until you told us just now.

Mr Heston might not know that.

He might think Nancy
shared her secrets

and his with you.

We'd like you to consider
police protection.

She'll take it. What?

This is crazy. Nobody
is trying to kill me.

If there's the slightest
chance you're at risk...

Nancy would have wanted this.

Darlene is with Oona now.

Was Phillipe a bit...
overprotective of Oona back there?

Oh, he's in love with her.

It's pretty obvious.

Is it? SHE LAUGHS.

Hey, er...

I'm sorry I ruined
your date night.

It's OK. He wasn't my type.

Not sure why I let Darlene
talk me into it, to be honest.

Don't use work as an excuse
to avoid living your life.

I learnt that the hard way.

You deserve a little fun too.

Just a few concerned
citizens. How hard can it be?

Please, please, everybody...
Please, guys, please.

I assure you there
is no random killer

going round care homes
murdering people, OK?

However, it is possible that
there is a single, focused,

extremely capable
murderer at large.

WORRIED EXCLAMATIONS

BOTH: So about the town
hall... PHONE RINGS.

Can we please just never
mention it again, OK?

HE GROANS

CALL DISCONNECTS

Er, you mentioned some news?

Yeah. Phillipe Varane, he
said he took a nuisance call.

His phone records show
he didn't make or receive

any phone calls
during that time.

So if he wasn't making or
receiving a phone call,

what was he doing?

PHONE BUZZES

It's Darlene.

Sir, Jeremy Heston
has made contact.

I've been monitoring
Oona's email and phone.

This came in at 5.35am
from an anonymous sender.

I didn't recognise it at first
because it went straight to junk.

"I'm sorry about Gwen."

"The past catches
up with us all."

"I hope you can forgive me. JH."

This doesn't make any sense.

Why is he asking
for my forgiveness?

What do we do?

Reply.

Sir, I...? What?

Type, "So what happens now?" OK.

This is too dangerous.

Don't worry, I'm sure
he's not going to re...

COMPUTER CHIMES

"It's over."

"You'll never hear
from me again."

Huh.

What are you thinking, sir?

I'm thinking we should go and
tell Mr Varane the good news.

Gone?

You mean left the island?

It appears so.

Appears? You're not sure?

Well, we only have his word
for it, of course, via email.

And you're going to accept that?

Oh, I'm confident you won't
be receiving any more messages

from Jeremy Heston.
How can you be sure?

Oh, I'm asking him
not to, via email.

COMPUTER PINGS

Very clever, Inspector.

Wait.

You sent those emails?

Why? Why would you do that?

Oh, I think Mr Varane has done
more than send a few emails.

Phillipe?

I'll make a full confession.

Confession? For what?

I did it, Oona.

I murdered Nancy.

That... that's not possible.

I did.

And I don't have
to explain myself

to you,

or anyone.

Start taking this all down, sir?

No. No, um...

Let's wait till we get a signed
confession first, Marlon.

Good to have a confession.

Wraps everything up
in a nice neat bow.

Yeah, maybe.

All right, here we go.

What is it, Inspector?

Our suspect has motive, means

and is the only person
with opportunity.

The only person to
leave that room.

That's not strictly
true, though, is it?

Nancy Martin left the room,

when she had every
reason to stay.

Listen, Nancy was
a bingo fanatic.

When the number 88 came
out, she made a full house.

That's like the
Holy Grail of bingo,

yet she didn't say anything.

Does that not seem weird to you?

Of all the strange
things in this case,

it's the bingo you find weird?

Not the nice old woman that turned
out to be a gangster's wife?

Or the long-lost cousin
who turned out to be

a police officer with a grudge?

Don't forget Jeremy Heston,
who was dead then alive,

then impersonated,
then dead all along.

You're right, Marlon.

This bloke went into
a bank with the code

for Frankie's safety deposit
box and walked out again.

I never liked Nancy.

There was always
something false about her.

It is all about Jeremy Heston.

When I showed her
that photo of Heston,

she nearly dropped
dead with shock.

Because if he was impersonated,
then that would mean...

Neither her nor the money
has ever been heard of since.

That's the secret.

That's what Nancy was
so desperate to hide.

But why? What did he do?

There was a passing fisherman.

All she wanted was the photo.

Have we got a magnifying glass?

Ha-ha! There it is!

In plain sight, if you know
what you're looking for.

What are you looking for?

Motive.

I know why Nancy was so desperate
to get her hands on this photo.

I stepped out to take a call.

I murdered Nancy.

I have house!

And why she didn't say anything
when she made a full house.

Marlon, er, Phillipe
Varane's phone.

I know we said he
didn't make or receive

any phone calls that day,

but check specifically if
he received any video calls

around the time
of Nancy's death.

And, Darlene, I need you
to get a death certificate

for this person ASAP.

Shall I gather the suspects?

Marlon, let me guess.

All video call data
has been deleted.

Yes. How did you know?

Because I am absolutely certain

that Phillipe Varane did
receive a video call that day,

a message from almost
beyond the grave.

We just need to make a stop
at the care home pond first.

The pond? Why?

Just got to do a
spot of fishing.

Aha!

Nancy's phone.

Why'd the killer
throw it in the pond?

The killer didn't. Nancy did.

Shall we talk to the suspects?

Nancy Martin believed
in second chances,

in the power of redemption.

In fact, she didn't just
believe it, she lived it.

The last 30 years of her life

were her great second chance.

Because Nancy Martin
was, in a previous life,

Gwen Jackson, gangster's wife.

Who knows how long she
was planning her escape?

But when her moment
came, she took it,

along with £5 million.

Nancy then dedicated her
life to giving others

the second chance that
she'd taken for herself.

A teenage street thug who
tried to steal her purse.

A young orphan girl
plucked from obscurity.

Her charity helped change
lives for the better.

Does it matter
how it was funded?

I mean, no-one got hurt, right?

Except that's not quite true.

Jeremy Heston died,

the man Frankie's gang
thought was responsible

for stealing their money,

drowned tragically in
an accident at sea.

And that, as far as the gang
was concerned, was that.

Someone else paid a high price

for Jeremy's life and death.

There was a passing
fisherman, a brave man.

His name was Clement Brown.

Clement Brown died trying to
save the life of a stranger.

A man that would do
any daughter proud.

Isn't that right, Oona?

Clement Brown had one
child, a daughter,

whose life was defined
by Jeremy Heston,

the man her father
died trying to save.

My dad died suddenly.

Nancy adopted you, and for 30
years you and Nancy were happy.

She was overprotective,
secretive,

but she loved you,

and that was enough.

Until Eloise Mirie showed up

with a CCTV still of Jeremy
Heston at Gatwick Airport.

And in that moment,
a fuse was lit

that led directly to
Nancy Martin's murder.

I was just doing my job.

You were blackmailing
Nancy, and it worked.

She was so desperate
for that photo,

desperate enough to
pay $100,000 for it.

And it went quite
smoothly at first.

You got your money,
Nancy got her photo.

She planned, we assume,
to destroy it immediately,

but she was interrupted.

So she stuffed it away,

planning to get back to
it the moment she could.

But that moment never came,

because someone else
saw the photo first,

the one person Nancy was
trying to hide it from

her daughter Oona.

Nancy knew you were
planning to travel,

but when Eloise made
contact, she got spooked.

Nancy took your passport,
not realising it would lead

to catastrophe,

because while looking
for your passport

you found the one thing

Nancy was so desperate
to keep from you.

The instant you saw this
photo, you knew the truth.

The secret that neither the police
nor Frankie's gang ever realised.

Jeremy Heston never existed.

It was an elaborate
fake identity.

No-one knew how Gwen got
out of the UK undetected.

The answer - she did
it in plain sight.

This is Gwen Jackson.

But in order for
Nancy Martin to exist,

Jeremy Heston had to die.

So Gwen faked his death at sea.

But what she didn't plan on was
Clement Brown diving in after her

to try and save her and
drowning in the attempt,

leaving behind an
orphaned daughter,

for which Nancy spent 30
years trying to atone.

Wait. CLEARS HER THROAT.

So, Jeremy Heston
is Gwen in disguise?

How could she tell
from that photo?

I mean, I couldn't and I've been
chasing Gwen for nearly all my life.

You didn't know what
you were looking for,

but Oona spotted
it straight away.

A family heirloom.

A broken watch.

It's the one thing my mum said

she couldn't leave behind
when she left the UK.

One of the hardest parts of this
case has been the lack of motive,

but it's right
here in this photo.

Nancy was responsible
for your father's death,

and that, Oona, is
why you murdered her.

Oona was in the room
with me the whole time.

She was literally two feet away.

She died on the bench
where I found her.

Nancy did die on the bench,

but she was stabbed
right here in this room,

in front of all of you.

You were in shock,
couldn't think straight.

You came to confront
Nancy with the photo...

Oona, here.

With the truth. We've
saved you a place.

All of her worst
nightmares coming true,

all thoughts of bingo
driven from her mind.

Maybe she tried to explain, to
apologise, but it was too late.

You saw the truth in her
eyes and you murdered her.

SHE GRUNTS, GASPS FAINTLY

Impossible.

We would have noticed.

Maybe you would have noticed,

if you hadn't finally
beaten Nancy at bingo.

Ha-ha! House!

No, this makes no sense.

Nancy walked out of
here perfectly fine.

Oona never meant to get
away with it. Did you?

But the murder was covered up

by the victim herself.

Mum?

Don't. I need to be alone.

Nancy knew she would die the
moment the needle was removed,

so she only had a
few minutes to act

to protect the daughter
she so cherished.

So she stood up, she
walked out of here,

seemingly OK,

as far from the scene of
the real crime as possible.

She was trying to save
you from your actions.

But she knew she
was about to die,

so she took out her phone,

and she made a video call

to someone she trusted
would do whatever it took

to protect you.

Oona. I need you
to protect Oona.

She explained what had happened,

and she gave certain
instructions.

And when she'd finished,
she took the phone

and she threw it into the pond,

to destroy any evidence
that the call had happened,

evidence that she'd sent a message
from almost beyond the grave,

asking for help in
covering up her own murder.

She removed the knitting needle.

And with the last
of her strength,

she wiped it to remove
your fingerprints.

NEEDLE CLATTERS

In her last living act

she organised a guardian
angel to watch over you.

She even brought Jeremy
Heston back to life

so that Nancy's murder
could be pinned on a man

who never even existed.

And when that failed, you
simply took the blame yourself.

Why would you do that?

Nancy asked me to protect you,

and to let you know

she's sorry,

and that she loved you

always.

You did it... for her?

Not just for her.

Congratulations, Inspector.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Although this case has been a
little bittersweet, if I'm honest.

I was talking about your
performance at the town hall.

I've been deluged with
complaints, Inspector.

Deluged.

Yeah, sorry, sir.

Public speaking isn't
really my strong suit.

No?

Sir?

There's somebody
here to see you.

Andrina!

What are you doing here?

Oh, I don't know.

What do you think I'm
doing here, Commissioner?

You were shot!

Catherine called her.

You came to look after me?

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

First, I just want
to reassure myself

that you're not
about to drop dead.

After that, we'll see.

HE CHUCKLES

Let me take it. I've got it.

Come on. OK.

All these chefs are
ready to cook up a storm.

So he was holding a competition
to find his next head chef.

How did someone manage to poison
him without poisoning themselves?

Again? Another girls' night
out? You aren't invited.

One of the chefs, we
were best friends.

You're never going to
forgive me, are you?

Some things are better
left in the past.

Retract your statement to
the police about my wife.