All language subtitles for death in paradise s10e04.eng

We got an anaphylaxis?

Welcome to St Francis, Mr...?

Parker.

Neville Parker.

Good to meet you, Mr Parker.
My name's Taylor.

So, you were playing
beach volleyball when it happened?

We hadn't actually started playing.

I was just limbering up
and then boom, out of nowhere.

His face swelled up,

and those hives appeared
on his skin.

Well, Mr Parker, I have to say,

it is an unusually serious reaction
to a sandfly bite.

I've never seen one
quite like it before.

I am a little concerned
about the swelling.

I'd like to see it reduced
before we let you go.

That sounds like I'm being kept in.

Should just be overnight.

I'm sorry, sir.

I feel I'm to blame.

Don't be silly, Florence.
It wasn't you that bit me.

I know. I know, but beach volleyball
was my idea.

Yeah, but only cos I wanted to tick
another thing off the to-do list.

Listen, don't worry about it,
honestly.

I'll be out of here by the morning.

Good evening, Mr Parker.

I hear we have the pleasure
of your company for the night.

I'm afraid you have...Dena.

Put this on for me, please, and I'll
come back and take a blood sample.

Thank you.

I should go. And I'd better let
the Commissioner know you're here.

Yeah.

Tell him it's something
less embarrassing, would you?

Like a tarantula bite.

Psst!

Frederick Archer at your service.

Neville Parker.

Is that a Manc accent
I detect there, Nev?

Yeah, born and bred.
I'm a Staffs lad myself.

I guess we're kind of neighbours
back home as well as abroad?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I guess, yeah.

Of all
the gin joints in all of the world,

Neville Parker walks into mine.

I'm just going to...

Yeah, I'm...I'm just going to...

Yeah, yeah, go on. Yeah.

Well, that's me off for the night.

I'll see you back home, sis,
and I'll see you tomorrow, Lulu.

You sleep well.

OK. Four down.

Triangle in the Greek alphabet?

Delta. Delta.

I'm getting them all tonight!

Not like you, Dena.

I guess maybe I got a few things
on my mind this evening.

There you go.

Mr Parker,

I will bring you your next
antihistamine at, say, 2am.

If you feel any breathlessness
at any time,

press that button,
and I'll be in my office.

Thank you.

Was there something else?

No, nothing else.

Sorry! You try and get some sleep.

Nurse.

Nurse.

Nurse?

Everything all right, Mr Parker?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep,
I can hear a frog croaking,

but something's wrong -
she's not moving.

Dena?

Dena?

It's nearly 2:00 in the morning.

I'm usually getting in about now,
not going out.

Count yourself lucky, Marlon.

Me and Rosey have not slept a wink
for two whole days.

Honestly, those babies
just want feeding all the time.

Does Rosey feed them both
at the same time, you know,

one on each...?

Marlon, that is not a conversation
I'm prepared to have with you, OK?

Sorry. Morning.

Sarge.

Sir...

Hi, team. We have
a suspected suicide on our hands.

Dena Johnson, 30 years old,
duty nurse here at the hospital.

It's looking like an overdose -

a glass of water here
with traces of white residue,

presumably from this - oxycodone -

an opiate, according to Dr Dreyfuss,

which she could have accessed
from the drugs cupboard here.

It was only a few hours ago
we were both talking to her.

Yeah. Yeah, a bit of a strange one,
this one.

After you left, she did seem...off,

distracted.

Was there something else?

No, nothing else.

Marlon, can you have a chat
with the other patients

and see what they made
of Miss Johnson's mood today?

I'm on it, sir. Thank you.

Sir, what exactly was the time

that you saw her
come into her office?

Just after 11.

Me and Dr Dreyfuss found the body
an hour later.

She was holding this.

"My dearest brother,
I'm so sorry, Taylor,

"but I don't want to be like this
any more,

"and I know you will be better off
without me. Dena."

Taylor's a porter here. Finished
his shift a couple of hours ago.

The hospital's getting
in contact now.
PHONE RINGS

She set an alarm for 2am.

I'll bring you your antihistamines
at, let's say, 2am.

She wrote it up there,
then set an alarm as a reminder,

all after she came into this office,

which means, you would think,

she had every intention
of giving me those meds.

And not of taking her own life.

Yeah.

So if she never intended to kill
herself, how did she wind up dead?

Exactly.

JP, I'd like you to dust the spoon,
the glass and the pill packet

for fingerprints, please,

and see if you can find
a sample of Dena's handwriting

so I can compare it to that note.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

So, are we saying this is...?

I'm saying it's suspicious.

And until we can prove otherwise,
I think we have to treat it as such.

Seriously, sir,
you need to put some trousers on.

I can't believe she'd do
this.

She was my big sister, you know,
just always there for me.

The note we found said,

"I don't want to be like this
any more."

Had Dena been unhappy recently?

No.

I mean, we all have our good
and bad days,

but not like she'd do
something like this.

What about you, Dr Dreyfuss?

You must have spent time with Dena
the last few days?

I mean...

She just seemed like
her normal self,

getting on with the job.

Just to ask, can either of you
think of any reason

why someone might want Dena dead?

That's a bit of a leap, isn't it,
Inspector,

considering how we found Dena?

I know, but there were

some inconsistencies
at the crime scene

and we wouldn't be doing our jobs
if we didn't cover all bases.

No, that can't be right.

There is no-one
who would want to hurt my sister.

She was a good person,

gave her life helping people.

Right, Doctor?

Dena was well loved
at this hospital.

She made friends, not enemies.

So neither of them
can believe

that Dena would kill herself,
but at the same time,

neither of them think it's possible
she was murdered.

I guess either way's a shock.

Sir?

So, I've been chatting
to all the patients,

and they both agreed that Dena
wasn't quite herself this evening.

A bit distracted.

Thanks, Marlon.

OK, so I've photographed the scene,
bagged the evidence.

Are you OK for me to release
the body? Yeah, sure.

The thing is, sir,
if this was a murder

staged to look like suicide...

How did the killer do it?

Well, if it was an overdose,
did someone make Dena take it?

And if so, how, exactly? Yeah.

And secondly,
Dena locked herself inside here.

So how did the killer stage
the scene

and then manage to get themselves
out again?

You were here, sir.

You said it was an hour
between the victim entering here

and her dead body being found.

Did you see anyone
approach the office?

Hand on heart, I can't say I had
my eye on this door the whole hour,

but at the same time,

if someone was sneaking around
or acting suspiciously,

I would have noticed.

So you're a detective, then,
are you?

I am, Freddie, yeah.

Something tells me
it's got your nose twitching,

that young nurse's demise.
Would I be right?

I can't comment on the case.

Yeah, course. Yep, yep, yep, yep.

Keep it on the downlow. Gotcha.

That said...

if there's anything
I can do to help,

more than happy to oblige, yeah?

I'll bear it in mind.

Right. OK.

Yeah. Right, night, then, Nev.
Night, Freddie.

Yeah. It's me.

Can you, um, call me
when you get this?

The police may want to speak
with you,

and I think we need to talk first.

Are you feeling all right, sir?

Yeah, you look a bit pale, sir,
and you're a pretty pale kind of guy

to start out with.
Thank you, Marlon,

but, no, I'm absolutely fine.

I'm just tired from last night.

So, to work. Where are we at?

Well, the postmortem
confirms cause of death

as a large overdose of oxycodone
ingested shortly before she died.

Right. And the lab says there were

significant traces of the opiate
found in the bottom of her glass.

Any fingerprints on the glass?

The victim's. Same with the spoon
and the packet of pills.

All of them were handled

only by Dena Johnson.
Which means

it's got to be her that crushed up
the pills and put them in the water.

And took the overdose.
What about phone records?

Did she speak to anyone
in that hour she was in the office?

According to the phone records,

Dena didn't speak to anyone
after 11pm,

either on her mobile

or the desk phone.

And I checked her computer.

There's no emails received either.

OK. What about the note?

Did you take a closer look?

Equal pressure on
the downward strokes.

She uses non-cursive capitals,

and everything slants
slightly to the left.

And your point is...?

All told, Dena wrote
the suicide note.

So, if she wrote the letter...
And the fact that

she crushed the pills
and ingested them herself...

It's a suicide.

Crushed-up pills, the note,
her seemingly distracted...

It's a suicide, right?

Commissioner.

DS Cassell informed me
you were admitted to hospital

due to some form of...fleabite.

Actually, it was a sandfly bite,
sir. It's nothing, really.

I just checked with your doctor.

You have a potentially serious
blood infection.

What?! They need to start you

on a new course of treatment
immediately.

But... This is not a matter
for discussion.

Until you're well enough to leave,
I shall take over the investigation.

Back to the station.

Bring that.

Right. DS Cassell, you may begin.

But, sir, aren't you
leading the investigation?

Why do I need to, when I have

a highly competent
detective sergeant here

in whom I have total confidence?

I will, however, remain here
to lend a hand...

given you're a man down.

DS Cassell?

Yes, sir.

So let's start with the victim
and try and find a reason

for why someone might want her dead.

OK, Dena Johnson. So, she's been
a nurse all her working life.

Well thought of around the hospital

and not in a relationship,

according to her brother Taylor,
who she shares a house with.

And what do we know about him?
He left school at 16,

didn't settle into a job until he
became the porter of the hospital

a couple of years back.

And the doctor -

he worked closely with the victim.

He's the chief medic at St Francis,

but he also does some work
at a private clinic elsewhere,

married with two children.

And there's our three patients,

who were all present
when the murder happened.

But all of whom
are unlikely suspects.

According to Dr Dreyfuss,
Lulu Deloitte is bedbound,

and Frederick Archer only arrived
the night before

with a burst appendix,
so he hardly even knew the victim.

And Neville Parker is our own DI.

What do you think he's listening to?

Hey, he'll hear you.
He can't. Look.

Hey, Commissioner!

What tunes you got playing there?

See? Stop it.

I'm going to work through
the victim's email

and phone correspondence.

How about you head over
to her house,

go through her possessions

and see what you can dig up?
Sure thing, Sarge.

You take it easy there,
Commissioner!

Bach's violin concertos...

since you're asking.

Stirring stuff.

Hey, love, it's me!
I just thought I'd call, say hi.

See how you're getting on.

missing you. Bye!

Bye-bye-bye-bye.

The fiancee.

She's on a cruise.

Right.
Basically, long story short,

and it'll tickle you, this,
she was supposed to...

Sorry, Freddie.
Will you excuse me a sec?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Don't mind me.

Taylor Johnson!

We found an envelope
with your address on it

inside the bin in Dena's office.

Do you happen to know
what it contained?

I haven't received any letters
in the last few days.

You sure about that?

He knew nothing of it?
All right. Good to know. Thanks, JP.

So where's the letter?

Sir, I think we've got
a possible motive.

Three days ago, the victim sent
this text to Dr Dreyfuss.

Wouldn't it be a shame

if your wife found out
about Brigitte?

That sounds rather like a threat.

I did some trolling through

both Dena's and Dr Dreyfuss's
social media,

and there was a student nurse
on a placement at St Francis

named Brigitte King.

Let me guess.

Dr Dreyfuss and Brigitte
were enjoying each other's company

a little too much.

Exactly, sir.

And if Dena was threatening
to expose that, then...

We do indeed have a motive.

Look, I work long hours
doing a tough job.

Brigitte was just a bit of fun,
you know?

No-one was meant to find out.

Brigitte knew that was the deal.

But then Dena cottoned on
and used it as a threat.

What did she want in return? Money?

She wanted to keep her job.

Dena was a good nurse,
but over the past few months,

something had changed in her.

In what way?
It's like she stopped caring

about her work, the patients.

She started getting irritable,
losing her temper.

I'd already given her two warnings,
but then, earlier this week,

an incident happened
with Miss Deloitte.

I don't know why, but Dena got angry

and ended up not giving
Lulu Deloitte

her dinner that evening.

You can't treat a patient like that.

The next day,
Dena apologised profusely.

Miss Deloitte was incredibly
gracious and forgiving,

but the incident left me no choice.

I had to let Dena go.

Whereupon she blackmailed you
to keep her job.

It didn't worry you that
Miss Johnson might use what she knew

to blackmail you again?

Not so much I'd go and kill her...

if that's what you mean.

You were very close, weren't you?

Your parents weren't around much
when you were growing up?

You don't seem to have
any photos of them.

Our mum raised us
until Dena was 15, I was six.

She met this guy,

washed her hands of us.

Left Dena to raise me.

Excuse me.

Mr Johnson, I...

I found these
in your sister's bedroom.

They're properties for sale
on Saint Lucia.

Was she thinking of moving there?

It was her dream, you know,

for us both to leave
our lives here and...

start anew somewhere else.

They're quite expensive properties.
Could you afford any of these?

Like I said, it was just a dream.

Excuse me.

I can't imagine what it would be
like to have my sister bring me up.

How old is she?

Six.

You really should have let me help,
Nev. I'm a dab hand

with the old sticky-backed tape.

Leave the poor boy alone, Freddie.
He's got important work to do.

Yeah.

So, are you going
to read it out to us?

What do you think, Freddie?

I'll tell you what,
if my fiancee could see me now!

Caught up in a real-life
murder investigation.

She goes mad for all this kind of
stuff, you know, true crime.

Watches all the documentaries.
Podcasts.

Yeah, she'd absolutely love
all this.

Oi-oi! Sergeant Pepper's
entered the building.

He's top brass, I take it,
with all the...

Inspector.

What on earth is going on?

I thought I made it clear.

You're stood down
from the investigation

until you're back to full health.

Yes, sir, I know.
But I couldn't help myself,

and I think I might have a lead.

A woman called Aneesha
wrote this letter to Taylor.

She was his girlfriend
up until a few weeks ago.

She blames Dena
for breaking off their relationship.

Now, this Aneesha's got pretty
worked up about our victim,

which I'd say gives her a motive.

I think we need to speak to her.

Yes.

We do.

Thank you for your contribution.

Now please go back to bed.

Dena must have got to the letter
first and recognised my handwriting.

I sense that doesn't surprise you,
that she'd do that.

She's a very controlling
kind of person, you know?

In this letter, you blamed Dena
for Taylor ending your relationship.

"Dena says she wants
what's best for you,

"but the truth is,
she just doesn't want to lose you.

"She's scared of being lonely."

I knew he was lying when he said
he wanted to end things with me,

but that boy will always do
what his sister wants him to do.

And so you wrote him this letter?

I wanted him to understand
how I felt,

and how messed up his life was
with her,

that he should just break free
and live his own life.

And now Dena's not around, you can.

I suppose so, yes.

On first impression, Aneesha Cole
didn't seem much like a killer.

But she definitely had issues
with our victim.

And she claims she was at home
on the night of the murder.

You know what? Me and Marlon will go

do some digging up on her,
see what turns up.

And how did you get on
at the victim's house?

Well, it seems like Dena
was very close with her brother.

She had a desire to leave the island
with him,

go and live on Saint Lucia.

Also, once we searched the property,

I suggested to Sergeant Hooper
that we see what we can find out

from the victim's neighbours.
Isn't that right, Sergeant Hooper?

Yes.

Marlon did suggest that.

And...?

Well, you see, most of the residents
were out at work,

so I then suggested
to Sergeant Hooper

that I returned again this evening
when they're all home.

Isn't that right, Sergeant Hooper?

Yes, Marlon did
also suggest that, sir.

Glad to hear
you're going the extra mile,

Trainee Officer Pryce.
Thank you, Commissioner.

Although we are yet to still work
out how her death

could have been
anything other than suicide.

No, I know.
It still doesn't make any sense.

Dena appeared to lock herself
in her office. Alone.

Where she wrote a suicide note.

And then ingested an overdose
of her own free will.

It does indeed seem very much
like suicide.

I had a feeling you'd call.

You want to know what's going on
with the case, don't you?

No! No, Florence, not at all.

But, um...

if you are offering...

All right, sir. Thanks, Sarge.
But very quickly.

"Glad to hear you're going
the extra mile, Officer Pryce."

That's what the Commissioner said,
Sarge.

The extra mile.

I am so winning
that guy back around.

That's good for you, Marlon.

You look exhausted, Sarge.

They're just not seeming to sleep,
the twins.

And it's going to happen again
tonight, isn't it?

You know what you should do?

Sing Tiny Winey,
Byron Lee & the Dragonaires.

What?

Seriously.

It worked for me, my mum says,

and I know that it worked
for my little sis.

Does the business every time.

If you say so, Marlon.

If you say so.

Catherine! How lovely to see you.

Neville.

You don't look well.

Serves me right for trying to play
sport on a beach, doesn't it?

Now, hospital food is horrible.

Let me guess.

You have the hunger of a wolf.

Normally, I would make you
my special chicken soup

to get you feeling better,

but I know how picky you are,
Neville,

so I thought I would bring you
a taste of home.

'Otpot!

Hotpot?

You like?

Like?!

Catherine, it's my favourite dish
in the world.

You've not put anything funny in it,
have you?

Only a few tiny chillies.

I'm joking, Neville.

I followed the recipe exactly.

Still no word from your fiancee,
Freddie?

Radio silence,

but she's probably struggling to get
a signal in the middle of the sea.

How come you're not
on this cruise with her?

I was, but I got brought back
ashore when I was taken sick.

Damn you, pesky appendix!

She didn't want to come with you?

Yeah. I mean,
we talked about it,

but it was...it was all paid for
and everything, so...

Right.

I mean, to be honest with you, Nev,

we're going through
a bit of a rough patch, so...

maybe a bit of time apart
might be for the best?

I'm sorry to hear that, Freddie.

That blasted frog again.

You need to get some earplugs,
like me.

So, you manage to get any sleep
last night, Sarge?

I got about an hour's worth.

I mean, admittedly,
it was all in five-minute bursts,

but it all counts, right?

It all adds up, every last second.

So you didn't sing to them?

No, Marlon, I did not.

Anyway, how did you get on,

speaking with
the victim's neighbours?

It's funny you should ask.

Morning...Pastor.

Marlon!

Why is there a priest in our cells?

Because I arrested him.

And why on earth would you do that?
Cos he was evading my questions,

when I know he knows
something about our victim.

So I thought a night in our cells
might loosen his tongue.

I'm just going the extra mile,
Sarge, like the Commissioner said.

Well, Mr Parker, the good news is

the infection
is starting to stabilise.

And what's the bad news?

I'm afraid your body still needs
more antibiotics and more rest.

Let's give it one more day
and see how it go?

Back on the subs' bench,
then, is it?

Actually, Freddie, it isn't.

There's a murder
that needs to be solved,

and it's not going to happen
while I'm stuck in bed.

I'm officially discharging myself.

I understand,
I understand...

Yes, I'm so... I'm so...

Sir? You've been discharged?

Yes.

Dr Dreyfuss gave me the all clear,

much as I predicted.

You don't look that much better.

Anyway, can anyone tell me

why the Commissioner
is being accosted

by a priest in the car park?

Cos Marlon arrested the poor guy.

He was evading my questions.

Because he was running late
to his church choir practice.

Did we get anything out of him
in the end?

Actually, yes, we did.

You're welcome.

The pastor lives in the house
next door to the victim.

Yeah. He had heard a pretty big
argument between Dena

and her brother
in their garden the day she died.

Did he say what it was about?
Money, apparently.

Sounds like Lulu Deloitte was
leaving a substantial bequest

to Taylor in her will.

And Dena wanted him
to give it to her.

But it's mine!

She's leaving it to me!

You have to stop controlling
my life like this.

According to Pastor Mateo,
Taylor was pretty worked up,

like he'd had enough of her.

Well, we already know
that she interfered

in his relationship
with Aneesha Cole,

so maybe that was the straw
that broke the camel's back,

tipped Taylor into lashing out,
killing his sister.

Inspector!

You're back?

Looking no better
than you did yesterday.

Feeling on top of the world inside,
though, sir.

Trainee Officer Pryce
will be relieved to hear

that Pastor Mateo has agreed
not to file a complaint against you.

Thank you, sir.
I will leave Sergeant Hooper

to decide on a suitable response
to your transgression.

As for your investigation,
Inspector,

as we still have no evidence

to prove it was anything
other than suicide,

you have until the end of the day
to prove otherwise.

If you do not, we will draw a line
under the whole affair.

Is that clear?

Crystal, sir.

Report back to me tonight.

Well, I suppose we'd better get on
with it, then, hadn't we?

Yes, it's true. I changed my will

so that Taylor will get
most of everything I own.

Why Taylor?

Six months ago, the doctor said
I only had a few weeks left.

I have no children of my own,

and Taylor and I have become
very close.

Six months?

But you're still here?

Got a bit more fight in me
than they anticipated?

Taylor brought me that, you know?
It's a desert rose.

I mentioned I had one
in my garden at home.

Next day, that appeared.
SHE LAUGHS

There's a good soul in that boy.

Did he ever talk to you about
his sister, their relationship?

No.

But I was aware of some faults
between them.

Faults?
Taylor just needs his independence

and he'll flourish in this world.

Independence from his sister,
you mean?

Dena was troubled.

It took me a while to see it,

but she wasn't good for the boy.

That's why I wanted him
to have the money,

to give him a chance
of breaking free.

So how did you feel about the fact

that she wanted
to get her hands on it?

Her and Taylor were arguing about it
the day she was murdered.

I didn't know.

He never said.

That argument was nothing.

It didn't sound like nothing,
Taylor.

It sounded like a release

of pent-up anger
towards your sister.

No, that's not how I felt
towards her! Isn't it?

Because it's become clear to us
she was very controlling of you.

Look, when we lost our mum,
Dena as good as became mine.

She never asked for that
responsibility, but she took it on.

She made that sacrifice.

So if the money Lulu was going
to leave me could pay for us

to get away from here,

just like my sister dreamed of...
PHONE RINGS

Then in the end,
I wasn't going to deny her that.

It's the station. I'd better.

JP?

Sarge. So we've been doing

some digging into Aneesha Cole,

and we were checking her council
records

and we found that she had been
issued a parking ticket

on the night of the murder.

Right. Now, this parking ticket
was issued

at 10.26 on the Rue Saint Francois.

That's the street
the hospital is on.

Aneesha was parked up there?

At around the same time
Dena was killed.

Thanks, JP.

Taylor isn't the killer.

Aneesha,
I told you to stay in the bedroom.

This is Aneesha Cole, sir.

And according to JP, turns out
her car was parked outside

St Francis Hospital
shortly before Dena's murder.

I went to see Dena.

I knew you didn't get the letter

that I sent for you,
and I knew it was cos of her.

I wanted to confront her
about how she was ruining your life.

I waited for her to go on a break.

What do you want?

To talk to you.

All the anger I had
bottled up inside of me

just came out, about how she used
to treat Taylor like a pet dog

and how bitter and sad she was
in her own life.

She just stood there and took it.
Accepted it.

It was as if she knew
what I was saying was the truth.

After I was finished,
she just said...

I know exactly what I am.

What happened next?

She went back inside and I got
into my car and I drove home.

You didn't follow her in?

You're saying you didn't kill her?

No.

Can't you see what I'm telling you?

That night,
I held a mirror up to her.

She looked so broken

as she walked back
into that hospital.

You're saying you think
Dena Johnson took her own life?

I'm sure of it.

It can't be suicide, can it?

I still don't understand
why Dena would write up my meds,

then set an alarm to remind herself
to administer them

if she was planning to kill herself.

Sir, be honest with me.

Dr Dreyfuss didn't really
discharge you, did he?

Of course he did.

All right.
Maybe we should stop for a minute.

Why would you do that?

Why leave hospital
when you're clearly still not well?

Because I didn't want
the Commissioner

to think any less of me
than he already does.

I thought solving the case
might win some brownie points.

Sir, I know the Commissioner
maybe isn't your biggest fan,

but he understands that you are ill.

I guess the truth is

I sort of have a deep-seated fear
of missing out.

I've spent my whole life getting ill
at the wrong time,

watching others take my place.

It gets boring, Florence,
watching life from the touchline.

I discharged myself from hospital

because I wanted to be with you
and JP and Marlon

solving the case.

Part of the action.

But that was a really stupid thing
to do.

I know. I know.

Once I've updated
the Commissioner on the case,

I'll take myself back to hospital,
OK?

Come on, let's go.

Maybe they'll stop crying
if you just leave them for a bit.

You tried that already?

Look, then I don't know, Rosey.

If they're not sleeping,
they're just not sleeping.

Rosey, we could try something.

If you just put the phone
in the cot with them.

Yeah.

Tiny Winey

This chick from country

Come home this season

Looking for fun...

That's it, Sarge. Keep going.

Tiny Winey

Come way so long

Now she's back home

Railing down the town...

I told you.
I come to rump

I come to jump

I want to

I wanna rumba

Up to the soca

I wanna

Ba-ba-de-bum-bum

Bum-bum-bum

Tiny Winey...

Winey

Wine...

Inspector.

Sarge.

Well, that was lovely, JP.

Quite a duo you both make.

So, anything to report back?

Yes, actually.

JP?
I'll call you back later.

I hate to say it, but it looks like
Aneesha Cole could be right.

That what actually happened
was that Dena Johnson

did walk into that office
two nights ago.

She wrote the note.

She crushed those pills
and she took an overdose.

Well, I guess we have
no other explanation

as to how someone
could have made her do those things.

Especially as the door was locked
from the inside.

Sir, are you saying now
you actually think it was a suicide?

Yeah.

I'd better give the Commissioner
his update.

Sir?

Sir, are you all right?

Sir, the good news is
there's not really too much damage.

My neck...

Inspector, what have you done
to my neck?

Fortunately, there's no concussion,
Commissioner,

but we'll hold on to you overnight,
just to make sure.

Doctor... Doctor, tell me,

did you discharge Inspector Parker
this morning?

No, he discharged himself,
against my advice, I might add.

Nev!

What's the story
with the neck brace?

If it's all the same to you,
Freddie,

I'd rather not talk about it.

Say no more.

Je suis comprendez,
as they say, yeah.

Just waiting for the moment
that frog starts ribbiting away.

He's not going to be happy.

Is that a frog I can hear?

I told your inspector...

you need to get a pair of these.

Right, come on, Freddie.
It may not be a murder case,

but you fancy helping me
track down that frog?

Yes.

So, the security guard reckons
the other end of that air vent

is on this side of the building.

All right.

Any word from your fiancee, Freddie?

Amy? Yeah.

No. Nothing.

I think the writing's on the wall.

I wave a fond farewell as she, well,
literally sails into the sunset.

Well, looky here.

I think we might have found
our culprit.

Come on, you. Hop off. Go on.

Morning, sir.

Now, I know what you're thinking.
I doubt that very much, Inspector.

Up until now, your success
as a detective has allowed me

to forgive the considerable
inconveniences you've cost us all.

And I'm very grateful for that, sir.
However, in the past two days,

you've lied to me, injured me,
damaged my car

and forced me to stand in for you,

and all because of a misguided
investigation into what turns out

to be a simple suicide.

And I'm very sorry
about all of that, sir.

Things can't go on like this,
Inspector.

I suggest you think about
what changes can be made.

Yes, sir.

Wow.

Don't worry, sir.
They just mixed up our breakfasts.

Thank goodness for that.

You sleep well.

And four down -
triangle in the Greek alphabet.

Sounds like Lulu Deloitte
was leaving a substantial bequest

to Taylor in her will.

And Dena wanted him
to give it to her.

It was her dream, you know.

I wanted to confront her about
how she was ruining your life.

I know exactly what I am.

Well, that's interesting.

Don't tell me.

Yes, sir, I think I have.

And it was...? Murder.

Very much so.

All along, I didn't think
Dena Johnson took her own life,

and it turns out I was right.

She was murdered,
and by somebody in this room.

Nothing about this case
made any sense

until a mix-up at breakfast
helped me to understand the truth

of what happened on this ward
three nights ago.

And that truth is...

Dena wasn't the intended victim
of murder,

because she was already planning
to murder somebody else.

What? To most patients,

Dena seemed a competent nurse,

but underneath it all,
she'd had a tough, lonely life,

spent caring for Taylor
after being abandoned by her mother,

and that took its toll.

Deep down,
Dena dreamed of starting a new life

away from the bad memories
of Saint Marie,

but there was very little prospect
of that happening

until the day
when Taylor told her the news

that Lulu Deloitte was planning
to leave him

a significant bequest in her will.

But it's mine.

She's leaving it to me!

Suddenly, unexpectedly,
this new life seemed within reach.

We know for a fact
it got Dena dreaming.

Now, when Lulu added Taylor
to her will,

she'd only been given weeks to live.

But then she surprised everyone
by gaining a new lease of life.

Got a bit more fight in me
than they anticipated?

However, by that time,

Dena's dreams of moving
to Saint Lucia

and starting a new life
had started to feel like a reality.

So Lulu going into remission
was a devastating blow.

The frustration of having her plans
delayed for who knows how long

spilled out into the way
she treated her patients.

She lost focus.

She became resentful, angry.

It was like she stopped caring
about the work, the patients.

So Dena decided to take matters
into her own hands

and to acquire for herself
what she wanted.

And she would do this
by putting Lulu Deloitte to sleep.

Sorry, what? Well, to put it

in more blunt terms, Dr Dreyfuss,

she planned to murder her...

more than likely convincing
herself

that she was simply hastening
a death

that was not that far off anyway.

So, on the morning of the murder,

Dena was outside on the terrace
with Taylor

when she revealed her secret plan
to him.

Now, we can't know for sure
what was said,

but I strongly suspect that Taylor

was absolutely horrified
by the idea.

a little something in
her hot chocolate this evening.

She won't feel a thing.
You can't do that.

Dena, please. Don't.

I tried to talk her out of it,

said I'd tell the police
what she'd done,

that I'd warn Miss Deloitte,

but...

She said I owed her this

for every single thing
she's ever done for me.

That was my way of paying her back
after all these years.

And so, Dena went ahead
with her plan.

She crushed and dissolved
the pills into a glass of water.

More than enough to kill Lulu.

And then she spooned that mixture
into a cup of hot chocolate.

Then she came out
and she sat next to Lulu as usual

and helped her finish the crossword,

all the while making absolutely sure

that Lulu drank the poisoned drink.

As expected, the cleaner
took the mugs away to be washed.

And four down...

In doing so, Dena knew
the evidence of the poisoning

would be unwittingly destroyed.

Then she bade Lulu what she knew
would be her final goodnight

and returned to her office,

knowing all she had to do
was sit and wait for an hour

or two for Lulu to die.

But, of course,
Lulu didn't die and Dena did.

Why?

Because Lulu knew about Dena's plan.

How do I know this? Well, actually,

it's thanks
to my good friend Freddie here.

He helped me track down that frog.

That frog that I could hear
all night

through the vent next to Lulu's bed.

It turns out he was actually sitting
by an exterior vent

just outside that wall,

and the sound of his ribbiting
was being carried

through the vent shaft
and into this room.

little something in her hot
chocolate this evening.

She won't feel a thing.
You can't do that.

Please, Dena. Don't.

So Lulu knew
that Dena was going to murder her

because she overheard her
telling Taylor that was the plan.

And that Taylor
wouldn't be able to stop her.

Now, Lulu loves Taylor.
You could see first hand

the grip that Dena had on his life,
couldn't you?

And you believed that,
while Dena was around,

he'd never be free
to go and live his life.

So she came up with a plan
to save her own life

and set Taylor free in the process.

She planned to turn the tables
on Dena.

And in doing so,
the intended victim...

became the murderer.

First, she crafted
Dena's suicide note

by copying individual letters
from the crosswords

that Dena had completed
in the previous evenings.

Then, when Dena brought out
the two cups of hot chocolate,

I imagine you created
some sort of distraction...

giving you time
to switch the two mugs.

Land of the pharaohs. Egypt.

Then all you had to do was slip Dena
the suicide note...

I guess maybe I got a few things
on my mind this evening.

Mr Parker?

leaving Dena to complete
the set-up

of the impossible murder herself.

She would have kept you a prisoner
your whole life, Taylor.

I couldn't allow that to happen.

Here.

Right, Freddie, well,
I guess that's me.

Well, it's been emotional, Nev.
Yeah.

Hey, Nev! It's from the missus.

She said she dropped her phone
in the sea

when she was trying
to take a selfie.

That's why she's not phoned. Yeah.

Says she's missing me
and as soon as she docks in Jamaica,

she's going to get a flight over.
I'm made up for you, Freddie.

I guess the wedding's back on,
then?

Hey, and don't you worry.

You're going to be the first name
on that guest list.

Take care, Freddie.

I'm glad to see you're on the mend,
sir.

And once again, I am very sorry.

We seem to spend a lot of time

with you apologising to me,
don't we, Inspector?

I suppose, in some respects, we do.

I know you solved
a particularly intricate murder.

But does your process
have to be quite so...chaotic?

I will try harder
for that not to be the case, sir.

Moving forward.

Please do, Inspector...

for the sake
of both our wellbeings.

Ready, sir?

Ready.

So, have you decided
what my punishment is going to be?

Your punishment?

You know,
for arresting Pastor Mateo.

That.

Well...you know what?

You got results from it.

So that counts for something.

And I guess the end result
doesn't justify the means...

but it's good to see you
starting to try a bit harder.

Just promise me this.

Next time you feel the need
to arrest someone,

ask me first. Gotcha, Sarge.

Happy to be out of hospital, sir?

Just glad to be part of the action
again, Florence.

Wait. Can anyone else hear
that buzzing?

Like a whining...buzzing noise.

I think there's a mosquito in here.
Stop the car!

With great sadness,
Pasha Verdinikov,

the concert pianist,
was discovered dead at his villa,

here on Saint Marie.

You really think it might have been

one of us that killed Pasha,
don't you?

The gun's here, Florence.
It has to be.

Something I know
might be of interest for the case.

I think we need to review

the original road traffic
accident report.

Review my investigation, you mean?

Catherine?

No.