All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - 15x05 - Episode 5 (iP.WEB-DL.720p-RAWR, iP.WEB-DL.1080p-RAWR).eng

Hi, welcome.

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.

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.

* 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... *

* ..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!

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.

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

Oh.

Much obliged.

Then to sea, boys, and go hang!

This is a scurvy tune.

Ooh!

But here's my comfort!

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.

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.

Mikey?

I prithee...

..let me show thee where crabs grow.

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

..pignuts.

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!

Somebody call an ambulance!

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.

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.

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.

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?

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!

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?

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?

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.

You all right, Mr Dempster?

Oh... Oh, no.

Ten months on tour will do this to you.

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.

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

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

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

- 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...

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.

Did you get
anything from the search?

Nothing interesting.

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...

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!

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.

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...

..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.

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.

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?

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.

Mikey and I
had gone to collect Rich

from this bar he drinks in.

That was why we went up late.

So that was the...

..technical hitch.

We literally had five minutes

before the performance
was about to start.

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?

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.

"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.

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.

What exactly am I looking for?

This?

Though I cannot find a thing!

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.

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.

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.

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?

- Ou've reached Solomon.
- Leave a message.

I'll get back to you.

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.

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.

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...

..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!

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...

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...

..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...

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.

..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.

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.

It's...

I just...

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?

- Sir!
- DS Thomas. What is it?

I think something has happened
to the Inspector.

What the hell's going on?

You!

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