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Hi, welcome.

EXCITED CHATTER

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Ladies and gentlemen of The Tempest company,

this is your 15-minute call. 15 minutes.

Nate, sweetie. Um...

I just wanted to give you a little thank-you pressie

for everything you've done for us.

I can't believe it's our last show.

Ooh!

I'm going to miss you so much, my lovely.

Yeah. Me too.

Nate, hon, is everything all right?

His spirits hear me

And yet I needs must curse

But they'll nor pinch...

That sounds brilliant!

And it's the lead, is it? Ah, great. OK.

Yeah. No, I can get a tape over to you.

When's the deadline?

Uh, I'll find someone.

OK, my darling. Let's do lunch when I'm back, OK?

And I'm paying this time, you cheeky monkey.

All right, you can pay. OK. Lots of love. Bye.

SIGHS

Another self-tape.

So annoying. I'd tell you what it was,

but I've got to sign an NDA, you know, so...

That's cool, man.

- Pleased for you. - Thanks.

Guys, we've got a situation. Like, a bad one.

Rich is a no-show.

His phone's going straight to voicemail.

I think we all know where Prospero's toddled off to.

SIGHS

- RAUCOUSLY: - # No, no

# Never!

# No, no, never, no more... #

There he is.

And I guess our last night was always going

to be a mad one after the way this tour's gone.

But we both made it to the end.

# No, no, never, no more

# Will I play the wild rover... #

SIGHS

# ..no, never, no more... #

Rich...

Rich, come on.

- Rich, we've got to go. - Skedaddle, youth.

Rich, come on. There's an audience.

They've paid to see us.

To see you.

Come on. You're not going to let them down, are you?

All right, come on.

Hey...

Ooh!

Yeah.

- All right, all right. - Come on.

I can manage... Oh!

THUNDER RUMBLES

GASPS

Oh, sweet Lord.

Mr Dempster, are you doing OK?

Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Just a little dry around the mouth, that's all.

Final call for Miranda. Act 1, Scene 2.

Final call, Miranda.

GASPS

Oh, no, no, no! That's a prop.

Oh.

Much obliged.

Then to sea, boys, and go hang! LAUGHS

AUDIENCE LAUGHS

This is a scurvy tune.

Ooh!

But here's my comfort!

AUDIENCE LAUGHS

Do not torment me. Oh!

Whoa! What's the matter? Have we devils here?

If all the wine in my bottle

will recover him, I will help his ague.

That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.

Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

AUDIENCE LAUGHS

Stephano!

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Why, this is a devil and no monster!

Stephano? I am Trinculo! Be not afeard.

Thy good friend Trinculo.

Thou art very Trinculo indeed!

I swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject.

I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th'island.

COUGHS

Mikey?

I prithee...

..let me show thee where crabs grow.

And with my long nails I'll dig thee pig...

WHEEZES AND COUGHS

..pignuts.

AUDIENCE GASPS

Oh, my God! Michael!

Nathan, we need our first aid here.

Michael, talk to me.

My God, he's not breathing.

Someone call an ambulance!

Now!

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Somebody call an ambulance!

PHONE VIBRATES

DS Thomas. What's up?

- Are you at the shack, sir? - I am.

- Practising my darts. - Oh!

Can't say you don't need it.

Since I got myself a decent set of arrows,

my form has improved.

Get in!

I'm presuming this isn't a social call. You got a case?

A suspected poisoning.

Occurred during a theatre performance.

The victim collapsed onstage.

You sure it wasn't an accident?

According to paramedics,

the symptoms suggest it's cyanide poisoning.

Interesting.

No!

Sir, everything all right?

I think I might have just nearly killed Harry.

What are you doing, man?

You can't play on here. It's not safe.

Oh, God.

EXHALES

Michael Farrer, 32 years old,

suddenly collapsed halfway through the second act of the performance.

The Tempest, the poster said.

Yeah. Last ten months,

they've been touring beaches all over the world with it.

This was their final performance.

Sergeant Fletcher has taken all the necessary statements.

Caliban, I take it.

One second. Let me check...

Um...

Yes! Yes, it was.

I mean, two points for you, Inspector.

How did you work that out?

Well, he looks monster-y, you know,

not human.

I assume the smell of almonds got the paramedics

thinking it was cyanide.

Which is fast-acting.

So, do we know what he consumed before he died?

Well, apparently...

..he drank from this moments before it happened.

It's a fiasco.

I mean, I'm trying my best here, sir. I haven't been here for long.

- I just got here. - No!

- THIS is a fiasco. - Oh.

It's a traditional Italian wine bottle.

He'll have drank from this in Act 2, Scene 2.

- The famous drinking scene. - Let me check for you again.

Boom shakalaka!

Two more points for you again, Inspector.

- LAUGHS - It was indeed Act 2, Scene 2.

Oh, the man knows his Shakespeare.

He does. Who knew?

Cherry juice. That'll be for the red wine.

So, chances are we're looking at our murder weapon.

That's what you'd think, right?

But it can't be, because two others drank

from the same bottle during the performance.

Stephano and Trinculo.

That one I don't know, sir.

But based on your previous form, two points again.

So what happened to the other two actors who drank from this?

Not a thing.

The paramedics checked them out, and they seem fine.

And, um, they recorded the show,

seeing as it was the last performance.

So I will watch it back and check to see what happened.

But if they did drink from the same bottle, then...

He must have ingested the poison some other way.

Mm.

Let's see what the rest of the company have to say.

These the two that drank from the same bottle as the victim?

Mm-hm. Jez Gorman and Anya Chambers.

She and the victim were in a relationship together

and she's taking it pretty badly.

SOBBING

Who are the others?

So, this is Richard Dempster.

He directed this production and he also plays...

Uh...Prospero.

There comes a moment in every actor's life

where certain characters call to you.

I had no choice.

I...I had to submit.

- OK. - And this is Nathan Burns.

He's the company stage manager.

I swear, if there was poison in that bottle,

it wasn't me that put it in there.

Actually, Mr Burns, we're working on the basis

that the poison was administered another way.

- Really? - Oh, thank God.

Yeah, the cyanide's fast-acting.

So if it was in your system, we'd pretty much know by now.

We'd like to know what else Mr Farrer consumed

in the 20 minutes or so before he died.

Mikey never ate before a show.

Not for two or three hours.

Did he drink anything?

He'd just sip water.

What did he drink from?

Uh, one of those water flask thingies.

Um... Oh, there it is.

OK, so take me through exactly what happened this afternoon.

Anything out the ordinary?

We went up a bit late,

by about 15 minutes.

How come?

RICHARD CLEARS HIS THROAT

Um...

Just, um, tec...technical hitch.

And once the show had started?

Um, Michael was onstage in Scene 1.

He doubles as the boatswain.

Take in the topsail.

Turn to the master's whistle!

SHRILL WHISTLE

Then a very, very swift

make-up and costume change

to reappear as Caliban in Act 1, Scene 2.

Anya helps...

Well, helped with that.

And how did he seem then?

Fine.

And what about before he went onstage and collapsed?

- NATHAN: - A bit nervous. Pacing, biting his nails.

He always was before that scene.

There are a couple of tricky speeches in it.

But he wasn't looking ill?

Can any of you think why someone might want to do this to Mr Farrer?

SOBBING

Mikey was loved by the whole company.

A very talented boy.

He had the whole world at his feet.

If we're working on the basis

that the killer got the poison into Michael's system

15, 20 minutes prior to him dying onstage,

then it must be one of the cast or stage crew that...

Sir?

Why kill someone like that?

In front of an audience,

and on the very last show of the tour?

I mean, after today, they could all go home, right?

They'd never have to see each other again.

So why did he have to die on that stage today?

This is a public beach, right?

Well, we're going to need some security

to keep an eye on the crime scene.

Get Sergeant Fletcher and Officer Rose to do a sweep of the place.

On it.

COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

You all right, Mr Dempster?

Oh... Oh, no.

Ten months on tour will do this to you.

CHUCKLES

Come on, Richard, it's time to go.

I thought I recognised you from somewhere.

Oh, yeah.

It's a whole community police scheme thing we're doing.

Sounds thrilling.

Mm.

I didn't catch your name in the frenzy of it all.

- Sergeant Mattie Fletcher. - Sergeant Mattie Fletcher.

Would you like to go for a drink with me?

Uh, while I'm on the island?

No.

That's inappropriate, Mr Gorman.

You know, with me being a police officer,

and you a possible suspect in a murder case.

Right, yeah. Well, that makes sense.

Um, I hope that wasn't too embarrassing, then.

- Not for me, it wasn't. - Good, good.

I guess, as an actor, I lost all sense of shame a while ago.

Mm-hm.

Did he just ask you on a date?

During a murder investigation. That's a red flag right there.

Maybe he's the killer.

Maybe he's trying to get close to the police

to keep an eye on the investigation.

Or maybe he's just a bozo.

That's also a possibility.

- Mm-hm! - Crazy man.

SIGHS

- NATHAN: - Take a bow, Mikey, cos it's all over now.

I told you. It was always going to end this way.

MERVIN: That's great, man. I'll get the beers.

- POSTMAN: - Yeah? - Yeah. And some snacks.

- Nice. - What time shall we say? Around seven-ish?

- Yeah. Cool, man. - All right. Nice one. See you then.

I just arranged a darts night with Darrell. Tonight.

He's going to get his mates round.

It's going to be a bit like being back home, you know,

lads standing round the dartboard,

beers, banter.

The only thing that's missing is a sticky pub carpet

and some pork scratchings.

Pork scratchings?

Yeah! They are the quintessential English pub snack.

It's fried pig skin. Mwah!

I'll get some sent over for you.

Oh.

No rush.

Ah!

- Lab results? - Yes.

And they confirm the victim died from potassium cyanide poisoning.

No surprise there.

They checked Michael's own water bottle

and found no traces of the poison in it whatsoever.

Nothing in his water bottle...

As for the fiasco...

cherry juice.

Fairly high glucose levels, they noticed,

but, most importantly,

a lethal dose of potassium cyanide.

That is surprising.

Poison was in the bottle that our victim

and the other two actors drank from onstage.

Mm-hm.

So how can three people drink from the same poison bottle

and only one of them die?

It doesn't make any sense.

Hmm.

Hello, yes, it's Sergeant Mattie Fletcher...

RECORDING OF THE TEMPEST ON COMPUTER

Well, we can rule out the pretending-to-drink theory.

I mean, these guys are drinking from the bottle for real.

No question.

So, what if one of the other two actors slipped the poison in onstage

just before Michael drank from it?

Rewind it a bit.

OK, play.

Could it be Jez?

No, the bottle is in view the whole time,

and he's not adding anything to it.

Also, Michael's not the last person to drink from that bottle.

Seb's right. Anya drinks after Michael,

so even if something had been added by Jez,

Anya would have consumed it, as well.

Did he ever tell you anything about that?

How?

How do they all drink

the same liquid with poison in it,

but only Michael Farrer dies?

Who's Sergeant Fletcher on the phone to?

Oh, an actors' agent back in the UK.

When we spoke with the rest of the cast this morning,

a, um, Casey Briscoe, who plays Miranda,

she said she saw Nathan Burns accosting the victim

just moments before the show even started...

I'm telling you, this is all going to come back on you

- and sooner than you think. - ..and there's rumours

going around that there's history between them,

so Casey-slash-Miranda said we should speak to this agent.

- NAOMI: - Did you get anything from the search?

Nothing interesting.

MERVIN HUMS

Or suspicious.

You know, he's been humming this little tune.

I've never seen him do this before.

Me neither.

Inspector!

- Hmm? - What's this funky tune you've been humming?

Gah, I don't know.

It's been in my head since yesterday.

I can't shake it. I can't place it!

Wait a minute.

Bingo!

It was an advert.

It was on the telly about five years ago. They kept playing it.

# If your pipes are blocked and smelly

# And it's got you in a fluster... #

See? That's what I was humming.

Hmm.

And why is this relevant?

- # ..Whiff Buster! # - Uh, wait.

As a plumber, I've seen my fair share of blocked drains and sinks...

That's why.

..and I know they can leave a pretty nasty pong,

but now I've found Whiff Buster, I can leave my...

- NAOMI: - That's Nathan Burns, the stage manager.

Man, he's, like, a better actor

than all of the others put together.

Nathan Burns was an actor!

And he has history with our victim.

I just spoke to an agent in London

who used to represent Nathan.

She remembers him as being super ambitious.

The Whiff Buster ad wasn't the end of his rainbow, then?

The agent said about eight years ago

Nathan had a really important audition

for the production of Macbeth at the National Theatre in London,

and he didn't get it.

But guess who did.

Michael Farrer.

And more than that,

Nathan went to the police at the time.

He was adamant that he was spiked before the audition.

- By Michael? - By Michael.

So I get this big audition,

and I go down to London

and stay in a cheap hotel near the theatre.

Michael was staying in the same place.

Me and him get chatting in the bar the night before.

- What were you drinking? - Just softs.

But Michael insists on getting the last round.

I go to bed at ten.

Next thing, it's midday, and I've missed the audition.

You think he drugged you?

He was taking out the competition.

And you went to the police.

They said there wasn't enough evidence.

Whatever he'd given me was already out of my system.

What happened after that?

I never got another break like it.

Did a bit of theatre in education, a couple of TV ads.

Whiff Buster!

SIGHS

Yeah. Whiff Buster.

Then I quit.

So you tour with this guy

for ten months,

and it never comes up?

Mr Burns, just before the last show,

you were seen arguing with Michael,

saying, "It's all going to come back on you,

"and sooner than you think, mate."

You're referring to him sabotaging your audition?

That's some revenge.

Spiking his drink like he spiked yours.

I didn't kill Michael because of what he did to me eight years ago.

Still must have bothered you, though, right,

otherwise why bring it up?

I just...

I couldn't stop myself. I was never going to see him again.

We'll be in touch.

There is definitely something he's not telling us.

You think?

Rich?

The police have been asking questions.

I didn't tell them what he did to you.

But if there's heat on me again,

I don't think I can stay quiet any longer.

To thine own self be true, eh?

Oh, Delroy...

- Same again, if you would. - Sure thing. No problem.

Sir, how come you know so much about Shakespeare?

Seems unlikely, you know,

with you being a Day Of The Match...

..Match Of The Day kind of guy. No disrespect.

When I was a kid, I used to hang around outside

the stage doors of West End theatres, yeah,

in case I saw someone famous.

You ever meet Vin Diesel?

No. I don't think Vin Diesel ever trod the boards of London.

Anyway, I got to know some of the staff,

and they would let me sneak in

and watch whatever was on at the time. So, yeah,

I have seen my fair share of the Bard's works.

Also, I got talking to the actors sometimes,

and they would say how hard a gig it was.

You know, the failed auditions, the unemployment,

doing rubbish jobs just to make ends meet.

It was tough, competitive.

As our first suspect found out.

Well, could it be that that pushed Michael

to do what he did to Nathan?

But it also shows there's a dark side to our victim.

Spiking someone's drink

just so he can get the role he wanted.

That's ruthless.

Well, whatever it was that led someone

to poison Michael Farrer, well, we still haven't got a scooby

how he pulled it off.

I mean, the man died onstage, right,

in the middle of a performance.

Drinking from the same bottle

as these two.

But they didn't die.

He did.

PHONE VIBRATES

DI Wilson speaking.

Yeah, I can talk now.

OK.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Have you spoken to my brother about this?

He has?

Right.

Uh, OK. Um... Well, um,

thanks for letting me know.

Sir, is everything all right?

I knew Mum would leave everything to Solomon.

I just didn't think he'd put the house up for sale

as soon as it was his.

I thought we'd at least chat about it first.

And what about your mother's things?

According to the solicitor,

he's arranged for a house clearance company

to take everything and auction it all off.

It all seems so rushed to me.

Of course it's going to feel rushed.

I would have liked at least a last look around the place.

Maybe keep something of hers to remember her by.

Then call your brother and tell him that's what you'd like to happen.

He's got to understand, right?

Hey!

- You? - Yes.

Uh, how can I help?

Oh, well, actually, I thought I could help you,

you know, wind down after a hard day's policing the streets.

I've got some beers, picnic blanket,

and, um, yeah, I thought we could find a quiet beach

and...

BOTTLE TOP CLINKS

..get to know each other.

Hmm. Mr Gorman?

Yes. Did we not already have this conversation?

We did, yes,

but I felt what was happening was, you know,

you were on duty, you had your colleagues around you,

and I think you were saying what you felt you had to say.

Hmm. No.

Come on. I'm not on this island for very long.

How often do you get to do this with someone like me?

Let's just have some fun.

Here we go. Here we go.

Hmm.

- Hmm. - Yes? Yes.

There you go.

Cheers.

Actually, now that I think about it,

I did say that I was going to meet my friend.

What's the time now?

Oh, whoa! No, you're spilling it. You're spilling it.

Oh, what a shame.

I do have somewhere to be right now, though.

Do not bother me again

unless it's related to the case, Mr Gorman.

You understand now?

Good.

You enjoy the rest of your evening.

Sergeant Fletcher. Good morning. What have you got?

Sir, I've been doing background checks

on the other cast members,

and I noticed Anya Chambers and Jez Gorman

were in the same play back in 2021,

and they ended up getting together

and - wait for it - they only got married a year later.

Hang on. I thought Anya was with Michael.

She was.

She left Jez for him during the tour they've been on.

Why did this not show up sooner?

Because it wasn't officially registered yet.

They had a vow ceremony in the forest somewhere.

There was a whole Midsummer Night's Dream theme going on.

Ew!

Yeah, you should have seen some of the photos

they posted on social media.

That was some dress she wore.

Respectfully, of course.

So how did Jez feel about being replaced by Michael?

Hmm. Well, according to the other cast members,

"really not so good" seems to be the answer.

Mm-hm.

Look, I don't know who said that, but it's nonsense.

So, when Anya told you she was leaving you for Michael,

you weren't upset?

Sorry, why is she here?

Is that normal procedure, to bring a uniformed Sergeant along?

- It is. - Yep.

Yes, it is.

OK. Fine.

So it's nonsense, is it, that you were upset about Anya?

Yes! I mean, Anya's the one who's losing out, not me.

All our mutual friends are siding with me.

She's the one who's going to have to move in with her parents

when she gets back home, not me.

I mean, it hurt. Yeah, of course it hurt. It really hurt.

But I didn't kill Michael because of it.

I wasn't looking for revenge.

PHONE RINGS

Ah, this is my agent, so I should probably take...

No, you shouldn't.

OK. She'll leave a voicemail.

This is a murder investigation, Mr Gorman.

SIGHS

Your wife fell in love with the victim.

That's a very strong motive.

Well, that's where you're wrong, actually.

They didn't fall in love.

I mean, maybe she did,

I don't know, but it wasn't reciprocated.

What makes you say that?

Because he told me so.

A few nights before our final performance,

we all had a bit of a sesh at the hotel bar,

and some of us went for a dip in the sea.

Michael comes up to me and says he's going to end it with Anya

because he's got some Off-Broadway play,

and she's not what he needs right now.

And did he end it with her?

Yeah.

Five minutes before the beginning of our final show.

Talk about timing, eh?

- NAOMI: - Thank you.

Anya's in room 352.

That was Seb.

The security team at the crime scene say somebody

tried to break into the dressing room area last night.

Get a description?

Is there something that we could have missed?

Right. You and Officer Rose get down to the crime scene.

Let's go and talk to Anya.

Yeah, well, when's the deadline?

Yes, Seb?

Yeah, I'm sure I can get someone to put me on tape.

- ANYA: - Mikey and I had gone to collect Rich

from this bar he drinks in.

RAUCOUS SINGING

That was why we went up late.

So that was the...

BOTH: ..technical hitch.

We literally had five minutes

before the performance was about to start.

- NATHAN: - Mr Dempster, let's get you dressed.

Fine, fine. This is a madhouse!

Michael just blurts it out.

I can't do this any more.

I'm going to New York.

And I'm going alone.

You gave up your marriage for Michael.

You risked everything.

It must have hurt, then, when he told you

it was over between you two?

I don't know.

What was it that drew you to Michael?

He felt like...

..a kindred spirit.

It was something I'd never had with Jez.

In what way?

Mikey cared so much about his work,

but it terrified him.

He was striving to be as good as he could,

and knowing it could all be torn down by a critic

or the audience.

And that vulnerability drew me to him because I feel it, too.

In everything.

OK, so in that moment

when he told you he'd finished with you,

you must have felt...

- Betrayed, hurt. - ..angry.

And within the hour, he was dead.

What? What?

You think I did it?

Because of...

I...

How, even?

You think I'm carrying around a bottle of cyanide with me

just in case I get dumped?

And if you've forgotten,

I drank from the same bottle as him.

Why would I do that if I knew there was poison in it?

- SEB: - You know,

my mum's church has this theatre thing going on,

and sometimes I think about doing a bit of acting myself,

you know?

It's just the words sometimes.

I really struggle with words, like, um...

Hmm.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

The winds did sing it to me

And the thunder

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe

Pronounced the name of Prosper

He did bass my trespass...

Bass my trespass?

I mean, what does that even mean?

Like, bass my trespass?

Like, a boom box type of bass?

Less of the bass and more of the searching.

Sergeant Fletcher.

Commissioner, afternoon.

Afternoon, sir.

Might I have a word?

How is the investigation going?

We're making progress, sir.

We've already got a few suspects in mind.

Is everything all right, sir?

A complaint has been made...

..accusing you of unprofessional conduct.

By who?

Jez Gorman claims you tried to initiate

a romantic relationship with him.

He said what?

And when he turned you down twice,

you pursued him as a suspect in the case.

SIGHS

That is just not true.

We interviewed him

because there was evidence to suggest he had a motive.

And it was Mr Gorman who asked me out. Twice.

I swear to you, sir. He is making this all up.

I mean, I would never do something like that, sir.

You believe me, right?

Look, sir, ask Officer Rose.

He was there the first time Mr Gorman asked me out.

He will tell you.

Very well.

Leave it with me.

SIGHS

What exactly am I looking for?

This?

- DRAMATICALLY: - Though I cannot find a thing!

CHUCKLES

SIGHS

Hmm...

Sarge.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It's a beach locker key.

There's a few of them two minutes up the road.

GRUNTS

Whoa.

A syringe.

And I'm assuming that's the cyanide.

A tin of throat lozenges?

Are you all right there, Mr Dempster?

Right, Mr Dempster.

This lot has got your fingerprints all over it.

No-one else's.

You care to explain?

It's thanks to Michael Farrer that I fell off the wagon.

Sorry?

Before this tour, I'd been sober 20 years.

What happened?

Michael was offered this...this Off-Broadway show.

It was going to get him some good publicity in the States.

At the same time, we had the chance of extending our tour

by three months to South America.

And you didn't want to lose your Caliban?

No, and, I mean, Michael was contractually obliged to stay

if further dates were added, so I refused to release him.

Well, we know Michael was very ambitious,

so I assume he wasn't happy about that.

It's our first day off in the Caribbean.

Trinidad.

We all spent the day by the pool.

Cheers.

Thank you.

I didn't realise till it was too late.

Oh, dear boy.

Putting shots of vodka in my soft drink all day.

Once I got the taste for it, well...

Double, um... Double whisky, please.

20 years without so much as a sip.

It all came crashing down.

Nathan and dear Anya,

they were first to realise I was back on the sauce.

Took it in turns, bless 'em...

putting me to bed.

Did you tell them what Michael did?

Yes. I don't think Anya believed me, but Nathan did.

Nathan?

There's definitely something he's not telling us.

He said that Michael had done something

not dissimilar to him once. Spiked his drink.

So that's what Nathan was holding back.

When he confronted Michael before the final show,

it wasn't just about his experience eight years ago.

I'm telling you, this is all going to come back on you,

and sooner than you think, mate.

It was also about what he'd been doing to you.

The irony of it is that funding fell through in the end.

The tour was never extended.

Michael got exactly what he wanted.

I had the sense he usually did.

Which brings us back to this little collection.

I think you poisoned one of these lozenges,

gave it to Michael backstage,

then added poison to that wine bottle onstage after he died.

To misdirect us.

Make us think that's what killed him.

I'm afraid my little plan wasn't quite so smart.

Nor so deadly.

The bottle doesn't contain cyanide.

It contains lysergic acid diethylamide.

LSD?

The hallucinogen?

I injected one of the lozenges.

But not with cyanide.

I didn't want to kill him.

I just wanted him to feel how he made me feel.

Powerless.

And I wanted everyone to see it.

But coward that I am, I didn't go through with it.

And then Michael collapsed onstage

and we were called.

I panicked.

In all the frenzy,

I ran to the beach lockers, hid the evidence...

So it was you our security saw

trying to get into the dressing room...to get that key.

Did you tell anyone else about your plan?

I was so smashed half the time,

I might have left it lying around.

God... I don't know.

- MATTIE: - Inspector.

Just a moment.

I think he might be telling the truth.

We've rewatched the video, and after Michael collapses,

no-one goes near the bottle he drank from.

And look, Jez Gorman puts down the bottle here,

and no-one touches it again until...

..I do.

There.

So the poison was in the bottle all along.

Nothing was added afterwards.

No, sir.

So how come the other two that drank from the bottle didn't die,

and he did?

- VOICEMAIL: - You've reached Solomon. Leave a message.

I'll get back to you.

BEEP

Sol, it's me. Again.

Can you call me back, please?

So, I just heard back from a few of Jez and Anya's friends

in the UK, trying to get a handle on their marriage breaking up.

Right?

No-one was shocked.

It seems Jez wasn't the most faithful of husbands.

He saw it as a kind of...open marriage.

Right. And what happens on tour stays on tour.

And after three years of marriage, Anya felt betrayed and humiliated.

Jez basically took her for granted,

but obviously never expected her to actually leave.

So when Anya hooked up with Michael,

that must have really thrown him.

MERVIN SIGHS

Still haven't heard from your brother?

You know what? I think he's actually ignoring my calls.

I keep thinking about how things were between us,

you know, when we last saw each other. They weren't great.

In fact, if I'm honest, I kind of think it's because of me

that we've gone our separate ways.

Then maybe you should go visit him in Antigua.

You think?

Yeah. Just go talk to him.

I'm heading to the lab.

You want me to drop you off at the shack?

Uh, no. Um, take me to the high street, please.

I need to get a bucket and spade.

As in a...

..as in a kiddie's bucket and spade

for, like, the beach?

What other kind of bucket and spade is there?

Sir, um...

Is this for the case or...

..are you having a breakdown?

Probably both.

LAUGHS

Right.

Well, that's me done.

Sarge?

You don't need to stress yourself over this Jez Gorman complaint.

Like you said, the man's a total bozo.

And the Commissioner will definitely see that.

He can see through the lies.

You're not too sure about it.

There's something that you don't know about me...

..from before I, uh...

I came back to Saint Marie.

In Jamaica, I...

I messed up on a case big time

and...

..it's on my file, and the Commissioner knows about it.

So...

SIGHS

..no.

No, I'm not sure he's going to have my back on this.

That's why you transferred?

Well, I mean, look...

..I wouldn't be so sure about that, Sarge,

because one thing I know for a fact

is that the Commissioner wants to give everyone a chance,

because, I mean...

..he did with me.

Best decision he ever made.

Morning, Sarge!

Officer Rose.

Say, DS Thomas, Sarge,

somebody's given the Inspector some hair!

CHUCKLES

I never thought I'd see the day the man could have an Afro.

I mean, whoever did this is making a bold statement.

Morning, Inspector.

Have you seen the poster? Someone's given you a glow-up.

Yeah, I've seen it.

The Afro really brings out your cheekbones, Inspector.

Kind of suits you.

Oh, and he's got his little kiddie's buckets...and spades.

Four of them, in fact.

One bottle, one dose of poison.

Three people drink the same liquid from the same bottle.

Now, how come only one of them ingests the poison

and the other two don't?

That's not possible.

Why not?

There's sand in all of them. Or poison.

So how?

How indeed, Sergeant Fletcher?

Oh...

- Is that from the lab? - Yes.

Ooh!

Confirms the liquid in the bottle

we found in Mr Dempster's cigar box was LSD.

Not legal, but definitely not murder.

Oh, sir, your buckets!

Oh...

MERVIN EXHALES

The sea's washed all the sand away.

It's like it was never there.

Hang on.

The water made the sand disappear.

Or did it actually disappear?

I mean, what if it was there all along?

I think you poisoned one of these lozenges,

then added poison to that wine bottle onstage after he died.

No-one goes near the bottle he drank from.

As for the fiasco, fairly high glucose levels.

And if that explains the bottle...

..then where did the poison come from?

Then a very, very swift make-up and costume change,

reappear as Caliban in Act 1, Scene 2.

And with my long nails I'll dig thee...

COUGHS

..pignuts.

- Ha! - You know who did it.

And I think I know why.

But what about the how, Inspector?

I mean, that's what the whole biggie is about, right?

I'm pretty sure I know the how, as well.

But, Officer Rose, I need you to run another tox report on Mr Farrer,

but I need a glass of water first.

- You're dehydrated? - No, it's not to drink.

It's just a little experiment that will finally prove

what really happened onstage three days ago.

One glass of water coming right up!

Now, I don't want to talk ill of the dead.

However, I think it's fair to say

that Michael Farrer was a selfish

and self-interested individual who only cared about

what he wanted in life and how he was going to get it.

But did the malicious and hurtful things

he did to each of you really mean he had to die?

Anya, you obviously thought he did,

because it was you that poisoned him.

- What? - Anya?

No. No, I absolutely did not.

The mystery we've been trying to solve throughout this case

is how three people could drink from

the same poisoned bottle,

yet only one of them dies.

We didn't know it,

but the answer has been right in front of us from the start.

And in a way, Mr Farrer gave it to us in his dying breath.

And with my long nails I'll dig thee pig...

COUGHS

And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts.

Because that's the thing about Caliban.

He was a monster, right?

And as part of Michael's make-up

to help make him look more monster-y,

his nails were painted.

And that's how he was poisoned.

We need to get this to the lab,

but we've already had Michael's fingernails tested,

and it was confirmed there were traces of cyanide

in the dried varnish.

It was administered, Anya, by you

during his wardrobe change from the boatswain

into his Caliban costume,

make-up and painted fingernails.

Nathan, you said Michael would get particularly nervous

while waiting to go onstage for Act 2, Scene 2. Yeah?

A bit nervous.

He would pace and bite his nails,

which, after touring for 12 months together

and having become intimate with him,

you also knew, Anya.

But... But I told you, Michael only ended things with me

half an hour before he died.

How could I plan his murder in that time?

You're right.

Michael's murder was planned in advance.

But now we know the killer had to be you,

then it follows that you'd already found out

Michael was planning to end his relationship with you.

You're getting in?

Yeah, maybe.

And with Michael telling Jez as much...

Look, I'm going to end things with Anya.

..I think you overheard that conversation.

After everything, I thought you should know.

And we believe that's when you decided to kill him.

Then, if Michael's fingernails were poisoned,

well, why was there poison in the bottle?

That was to misdirect us. Right?

To confuse us with the seeming impossibility

that three people could drink from it, but only one die.

Why weren't they all killed?

I'm glad you asked me that, Mr Dempster,

because to answer that, we need to look to your own plan

to get back at Michael Farrer.

We know Miss Chambers helped to put you to bed

a number of times

when you've overindulged.

Nathan and dear Anya took it in turns, bless 'em,

putting me to bed.

And you admitted yourself, you left the cigar box

containing the syringe, the lozenges...

I might have left it lying around.

..and this little bottle lying around the place.

We believe you came across this box, Miss Chambers...

OK, Rich, sip of water.

RICH GROANS

..and that's when your plans started to take shape.

But instead of using LSD,

you used a fatal poison.

Now, I have to admit, it didn't register with me at first.

The significance.

But when our lab tested the liquid in that poison bottle,

the cherry juice...

As for the fiasco...

..they found the level of glucose in it higher than normal.

That's where this comes in.

Just over an hour ago,

I dropped one of Mr Dempster's throat lozenges

in this glass of water.

And now look.

It's gone.

Dissolved.

And that's exactly what you did, Anya,

with that wine bottle,

just before yourself, Jez and Michael went on that stage

for Act 2, Scene 2.

You see, as long as the lozenge was whole and hadn't dissolved...

Jez!

..it was safe to drink from,

which you all did.

Ooh!

But by the time we arrived at the crime scene

and sent the bottle to the lab to be tested,

the lozenge had already melted away,

releasing the poison,

making it seems like it had been there all along.

But why? Why did you kill him?

Anya, when you and Michael got together,

you were still feeling hurt and embarrassed

by your husband's ongoing infidelities,

him taking you for granted.

So, for Michael, the kindred spirit

that you'd risked everything for,

to humiliate you even further by finishing with you

only a few months after getting together,

well, a bit more than hurt.

And that's when you realised

that perhaps the rumours you've heard about Michael,

which you previously dismissed, were actually true.

That Mr Dempster's claim

that Michael spiked him actually happened...

Did you tell them what Michael did?

Yes. I don't think Anya believed me, but...

..and that Nathan Burns's own past run-in with Mr Farrer

was more than mere gossip.

There's been gossip amongst the cast

that there's history between them.

So you decided to do something that was long overdue.

And on behalf of yourself

and everyone else here whose life he'd ruined,

you would give Michael something he deserved

to make him the one to finally suffer.

His own downfall,

his own humiliation right there

on that stage for all the world to see.

And that, Miss Chambers, is why you killed him.

Anya Chambers,

I'm arresting you for the murder of Michael Farrer.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

You not seen enough of yourself already?

It's never enough.

CHUCKLES

Ah, return of the bozo.

Could... Could we have a quick chat, please?

I... I just want to let you know that I officially dropped

my complaint this morning, and, um,

and I wanted to say I'm sorry.

You know you could have lost me my job

just because I wouldn't have a drink with you?

What kind of sick little messed-up brain you have?

Yeah, that's pretty much what your Commissioner said.

Wait, the Commissioner?

Yeah. He was the one who insisted I apologise

and said he was going to charge me with wasting police time.

He called my agent.

He's a pretty terrifying guy, actually.

Oh, and there he is.

OK, well, look,

I'd rather not have to deal with him again,

so I'm really sorry.

Sir.

He apologised?

He did.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry I couldn't get him to drop his complaint sooner.

The man was clearly making it all up.

So you knew he was lying all along?

Of course.

But one has to follow procedure in situations like this.

SIGHS

It's...

I just...

CLEARS HER THROAT

I just thought you didn't believe me, sir,

you know, after everything that happened before.

You made a promise to me

that there were going to be no more mistakes,

and I tend to take people at their word.

You're a good Sergeant.

I can see that.

So keep it up.

OK. If I get a bull's-eye on this next throw,

I'll book a ticket to Antigua, and I'll go and see Sol.

Um...

Maybe make it best of three!

Yeah.

Another bull's-eye and I'm definitely going to Antigua.

I don't believe it.

Well, that's that, then.

I guess it's really happening.

DS Thomas.

I'm just letting you know I won't be coming in tomorrow.

I'm actually taking your advice, as it goes.

I'm going to see Sol.

Yeah.

Well, I mean, I don't even know if he wants to see me,

but, hey, what's the worst that can happen?

More water, please.

I think it rather suits him.

Yeah? That's the same thing I said, sir.

Looks like one of the Jackson 5.

And it is rather amusing, isn't it?

ALL CHUCKLE

VEHICLE APPROACHES

- Sir! - DS Thomas. What is it?

I think something has happened to the Inspector.

GROANS

What the hell's going on?

You!

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