All language subtitles for Death in Paradise s09e02.eng

Keep the change, Jimmy.

Yeah. I'm just at Jimmy's.

Get the studio ready.

I'm on it. When will you be... ?

I'm afraid it's invited guests only.

Yes, sir,

I appreciate that...

Yes, I know...

And I'm sure they are
very important people,

but I'm afraid it's invited guests only.

I'm sorry but...

That was another potential
buyer demanding a ticket.

Relax, babe.

Sorry. I'm just freaking
out about tomorrow.

Everything's ready, but Donna's still
tinkering with that last painting...

I don't know why you're
so stressed out, Sandrine.

I've never missed a show in
my life. So stop flapping.

- Breast or thigh?
- Dirty boy!

I haven't got time to eat. I've
got to get back to the office.

Did you get it set up?

It's all ready for you. Do
you need me for anything else?

I think I can manage fine without
your considerable talents, Anthony.

Play nice, kiddlywinks.

Right, Rothko, let's get this done.

Call them back later. You need a break.

I just don't want to let Donna
down. This show means so much to me.

I remember the first
time I saw her work.

And you could feel the energy.

And the anger.

Each painting felt so personal.

It felt as if she'd torn the
paintings right out of her soul.

So, I just thought we'd sit
down and share a glass of vino

and... chat about it all.

You know, just the two of us.

I want to be honest with you.

Well, we always were, weren't we?

The truth is, I...

I kissed someone.

Or rather, someone kissed me.

A woman, to be precise.

And, well...

And the thing is, I...

She Anna...

We've arranged to see each other
again. And I'd like to, but...

I guess, I'm just wondering...

... well, maybe we shouldn't.

Hello, sir! You here?

Madeleine! It's yourself.

Oh, sorry.

You have company.

No, no, just, erm...

... rehearsing, for my date
with Anna. It's been a while.

I just thought I'd give the old
Mooney magic a bit of a dust off.

OK. Whatever you say.

Would I be right in thinking duty calls?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, sir.

We'd best be on our way, then.

- Sir.
- Sarge.

The victim is Donna Harman.

She's an artist. Moved to the
island five years ago from London.

She was preparing for a live
show at the local arts centre

and her paintings were
being sold to charity.

Donna Harman, you say?
Name rings a distant bell.

Of course! She was kind of
a big deal back in the '90s.

I saw a retrospective of
hers in Paris a few years ago.

Didn't know you were
an art buff, Madeleine.

Well, my grandfather used to take
me to the Louvre when I was a kid.

The Louvre? My grandad
used to take me to the pub.

Now, that was high culture.

Miss Harman was painting in
here alone at two o'clock.

Everyone else was outside,
having lunch in the garden.

Then they discovered
the body at about 3.30pm.

Her skin's all red.

Blotchy.

- I'm definitely getting a bitter almond tang.
- Cyanide?

Well, it's that or she's just
had a very dodgy Bakewell tart.

Have a look for anything
she might have consumed.

Any food or beverages.

Yes, sir.

Do we know what was in this
jar? Wasn't a drink, was it?

No. Apparently, it
was paint-thinner, sir.

JP, could you open a window there? The
paint fumes are making me light-headed.

Yup. Me too.

Sir... we've got another body.

Poor fella.

Do you want me to bag it, sir?

I'm not sure this counts
as a double homicide, Ruby.

Sir...

This energy drink...

I can smell bitter almond.

Definitely. Nothing else she
could've eaten or drunk here?

Just a couple of mugs, sir. But
they've been here a few days.

Right. Well, I would like
this can of... Boom Ting

gotten over to the lab.

Yes, sir.

Madeleine, we should
speak to the witnesses.

I want to know exactly how that can of
drink ended up in our victim's possession.

OK.

What the hell is going on?

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Patti Grenson, Donna
Harman's art dealer.

Where is she?

Poison?

I'm afraid so.

We've evidence to suggest that Donna
ingested a fatal dose of cyanide.

Oh, God, that's awful.

Awful!

Haven't you got anything stronger?

It's a booze-free house,
Patti. You know that.

So... can you talk us through
what she was doing today?

Well, I turned up here
just before ten, as usual,

but... Donna had gone.

You're Donna's assistant,
right? I'm an artist as well.

Donna recognised my
talent, gave me a job.

- And do you know where it was she'd gone?
- Donna didn't exactly keep a diary.

She told me she was meeting a friend.

Hey? I thought we were having a lie-in?

Sorry, love, no can do.
I'm off to see a friend.

- Any idea who it was?
- Didn't say.

Donna hardly knew anyone on the
island. She came here to be unsociable.

And do you know what time it was
when she got back to the house?

She called me from Jimmy's
about quarter to two.

Told me to get the studio ready.

- Who's Jimmy?
- Some guy who runs a snack van down by the beach.

Keep the change, Jimmy.

It's where she gets her working lunch.

What?

Cigarettes and a can of Boom Ting.

Nutritious!

And tell me... Was she drinking
from the can of Boom Ting?

No. I saw her put the
can down on the table.

She definitely hadn't opened it.

Did anyone else touch the can?

No.

Just Donna.

So, she went inside to...
to start painting again,

and the rest of you stayed out here?

Not one of you went into
the studio to see her?

We were all out here having lunch.

Could anybody have snuck in?
I mean, without you noticing?

We were all out here the whole
time. We'd have seen anyone.

Although... not all of us were.

I was stuck in a taxi on the
way back from the bloody airport!

So, when did you find the body?

When it got to 3.30, me and Anthony
thought we'd see if she needed anything.

Donna!

Leave her to it. She'll show
her face if she wants to.

We knocked on the door. No answer.

So I opened it.

Donna?

And she was just lying there.

Oh, my God! Donna!

Call an ambulance. Now!

I thought maybe she'd fallen
over, knocked herself out.

But then I realised she was... dead.

We'll leave it there for now.

Thank you all for your time.

So, if Donna bought this
energy drink herself...

And no-one else touched it

or went into the studio
after she opened it...

Then how did someone manage
to put the poison into it?

Thank you.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh,
Ruby! What are you doing?

Well, what does it look like? I'm
dumping this dead mouse in the bin.

Yeah, well, don't you think
it's a tiny bit disrespectful?

Oh, sorry, JP. Would you
like to say a few last words?

I can't just leave him down
there, JP. He might get squished.

The last thing I need is squished
mouse all over my trainers.

JP, Ruby, I need you to
do some due diligence.

Could you get to a snack van on
the beach run by a guy called Jimmy?

Yes, I think I know the one, sir.

Grab all his cans of Boom
Ting, get them over to the lab,

check for traces of cyanide.

That's a nasty scar.

He didn't get that from shaving.

What do you think of this painting?

I'm a bit of a philistine when
it comes to modern art, Madeleine,

but... Not exactly cheery.

No, not really.

Come on. Let's search the house.

A Memoir.

Catchy title.

"Enfant terrible, punk, party
animal and ground-breaking artist,

"Donna Harman was at the heart
of the '90s London art scene,

"and this is her story."

Here. Listen to this.

"I woke up in my studio naked,

"covered head to toe in red
paint, smoke alarm blaring,

"my canvas on fire.

"That night was the turning point."

That's just the first paragraph.

Maybe we should get back to the
search, see what else we can find.

Oh, yeah. Well, we should
bag a copy for research.

Yeah.Yeah.

OK, I'll check out
Donna and Max's bedroom.

Look what I found.

Seems our model was
ready for a quick exit.

It was hidden away.
And, look, there's blood.

Someone hit it?

My money's on the boyfriend
with the injured hand.

Thought this was a
booze-free house, Max?

Now seems as good a time
as any, don't you think?

So, what's the story with the bandage?

Donna and me,

we had an argument, a big one.

She'd written about me.
Something I'd begged her not to.

Which was?

How I sold her drugs.

Cocaine.

It was the first time we met.

And they say romance is dead!

She made me sound like a cheap criminal.

She told me she'd cut it. But she lied.

It's all in there.

And, yeah, I got angry.

- You lied!
- Get over yourself!

Oh, that's right! Walk away!

But that's all it was. A silly row.

Well, yeah, but we also noticed

you booked a flight
to New York, one way.

Packed your bag and everything.

I admit it, I wanted to leave her.

She crossed the line.

Why didn't you?

Because I always came back.

I love her.

Amour fou.

Isn't that what they call it?

- Sorry, my French is a tad rusty.
- Mad love.

Mad enough to kill, Max?

Ooh, sorry, Inspector.

Nice try.

But it wasn't me that did it.

Bit too soon to be sending
condolences, don't you think?

Uh-huh.

"Good luck for the show. I can't
wait for our new adventure to begin.

"Love Charlie."

Oh, there's more. "Your
gift from Charlie at BLANK."

From where?

No, that's what's
written here. B-L-A-N-K.

I can take those for you.

Thank you.

So, sir, Ruby checked
with the hospital...

- No-one's been admitted with
cyanide poisoning. - That's a relief.

And we collected the rest of
the Boom Ting cans from Jimmy.

Luckily, no-one else had bought one...

I mean, poor Jimmy almost
started crying when we told him.

And we've sent those remaining cans

over to the lab to be checked
for cyanide traces as well.

Good work, the pair of you.

I guess we'll have to wait
until we hear back from the lab.

And in the morning, we'll need
full background checks on everyone.

I'll make a start on those.

Plus, I'm curious about
this mystery meeting

Donna had this morning between
ten and two. Where was she going?

Who was she meeting? See if you can
find anything that might help us.

Were there any phone
records, receipts, whatever.

Sir.

In the meantime, I'll get
to know our local bohemian.

You having any women
problems yourself, Harry?

Lucky you.

- Ah, morning, sir. You good?
- Morning.

- Bonjour.
- Any developments?

Ah, yes, sir, so, postmortem
reports have come back, sir.

And it confirms that Donna
Harman was killed by ingesting

hydrogen cyanide, and, as suspected,

trace elements were found
in her can of Boom Ting -

enough to kill her off in a few minutes.

It also confirms the only
food and drink she consumed

an hour before her
death was the Boom Ting.

Any word from the lab on the can itself?

Yes, sir.

First off, only Donna's
prints were on it,

which means it hadn't been wiped.

And, as far as they could tell,

it hadn't been tampered with in any way.

Nothing at all? No puncture
marks... from a syringe or something?

No, perfectly intact, sir.

The only hole was the one
on top that Donna drank from.

And, as we know, Donna pulled the
tab and broke the seal herself,

when she was alone in the studio.

And she was alone the whole time.

So we're still left asking,

how and when did the killer
get the poison into the can?

Well, since there's no answer
presenting itself to that question,

let's go over the suspects.

Now, where do we start? How
about her nearest and dearest?

Max Newman, her model and muse?

Whatever he told us last night,
Max still remains a suspect.

He met Donna ten years ago, but
he's got a bit of patchy job history.

Maybe he's only good at
taking off his clothes.

He's from a rich family.
Dropped out of university.

Done a couple of modelling
gigs, but there's not much else.

He was a small time drug-dealer, too.

Right. Next up, Anthony Marcus.

Donna's assistant, and a
promising young artist himself.

Er, he has a few minor
arrests for vandalism

and he used to be very
handy with a spray can.

Yes, sir, he went by
the name of Dice Boy.

Now, that is a cool nickname.Hm!

You know, I always wanted
to be called Moondog.

Sandrine Lamore, Anthony's girlfriend.

Fiancee. I noticed her engagement ring.

She runs the Saint Marie arts centre.

It's a small gallery and an arts space.

She also put on
Anthony's first solo show.

She lives and breathes local arts.

Blagging Donna for
the charity show, huh?

Must have been a huge
coup for Sandrine.Massive.

The money raised would have been
a huge boost for the local artists.

Finally, Patti Grenson,
Donna's art dealer.

And from what I read in the
memoir, they go way back.

"Patti was my rock.

"She never backed down.

"She was the only woman I
knew who was tougher than me."

But you should know this, sir.

Apparently, Patti was going bankrupt.

So she's no longer the
high roller she used to be.

And I'm assuming, it
being a charity show,

- there wasn't a penny of commission.
- Uh-uh.

Must have rankled a bit.

Well, sir, I've managed to get in touch

with Charlie at BLANK, remember?

- Oh, yeah, the flowers that Patti was
keen to off-load from us? - Exactly.

Her real name is...
Charlotte Ums... by-Dawlish.

Charlotte Ormsby-Dawlish.

Whatever. BLANK is an
art dealer's in London

and Charlotte was supposed
to be Donna's new dealer.

They'd even drawn up a
contract. Here's a copy.

So, Donna wanted to dump Patti?

- Yes.
- She's doing what?

Pretty ruthless. Do you think
maybe we should go and see her?

Oh, sir, there's big
trouble at the arts centre.

Don't you dare touch those paintings!

I told you to step back!

Give it up, Sandrine! You're
making a bloody fool of yourself!

- About time! You need to arrest that woman.
- Do I?

She has no right to take
these paintings. None!

Donna gave them to this gallery.

Gallery? This is nothing
but a jumped-up shack.

And you're just a stuck-up snob

making money out of
other people's talent...

Stop! Step back!

I said, step back.

Give me that!

And come with me!

We all need to calm down.

Well, you seem to be in a mad rush

to get your hands on these paintings.

Well, I'm still Donna's art dealer.

And there's not a scrap of paper

that says she gave these
paintings to this gallery.

It's my job to secure Donna's legacy.

Right.

And just out of
interest, what's your cut,

for selling one of
the paintings? 10%? 20?

50.

50? Wow.

And if Donna dies, you still
get to sell the paintings, right?

- Right. - And I expect the price
of the paintings will sky-rocket

now that she has passed away.

I do not like where this
is heading, Inspector.

I was Donna's best friend.

Then why did she want to fire
you? What are you talking about?

Oh, come on now Patti. Stop the act.

You know very well she was
about to sign with BLANK.

She'd lost faith in you, Patti.
She knew you were going bankrupt.

Well, I never lost
faith with her. Never.

Not through the boozing, nor
the drugs. I always stuck by her.

And look how she repaid you.

But if you hadn't noticed,

Donna hadn't actually
signed that contract,

so it doesn't mean anything.

These are still mine.

You seem to have come out of Donna's
death rather well, haven't you?

Listen, Inspector, tell me how
I could have poisoned Donna,

when I was stuck in a
taxi miles from her studio.

Te mal.

I don't think Donna ever
cleaned out her wallet.

Ah, poor little guy.

Who?

Rothko.

Apparently, he was Donna's pet.

What is it with you and mice, JP?

You've been acting very
strange over this dead rodent.

- No, I haven't.
- Yes, you have. You practically wanted me to give it

a state funeral yesterday.

So, come on. What's the big deal?

Well, I had a pet mouse
when I was younger.

And Rothko just reminds
me of him a little bit.

Ah, that's so sweet, JP.

What was the little guy called?

I'm still here, JP.

Cecil.

His name was Cecil.

Cecil the mouse?

Oh, my goodness, I want to know more.

Tell me everything. Wait a minute...

This receipt's from yesterday.

It might explain where she went.

Donna bought it at
1.40 yesterday afternoon

at a gas station on Rue Valency.

Good work, JP.

Apparently, Donna asked for directions

at a petrol station yesterday.

Where to?

A place called Casa Del Minto.

What?

We're from the Saint Marie Police.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions, Mr... ?

Minto.

Terry Minto. Suppose
you'd better come in, then.

Mi casa, su casa, and all that malarkey.

Yeah, so there it is. Got it last week.

My... My financial adviser told
me that art's a good investment.

So, yeah, there it is.

- Not bad, eh? - Yeah, it's
an eye-catcher, all right.

So what did Donna want, exactly?

Well, I gave her a bell the other day

to, you know, thank her
for knocking that up for me.

And then, yesterday she
just turned up, unannounced,

saying she wanted to see her
masterpiece in situ, as it were.

Me and Debs was just about
to head off to the yacht club,

but she just stood here
for about five minutes

looking up at her own painting.

And then she said to me...

Do you like it?

And, yeah, what was I mean to
say? I'd just bought the thing.

So I said, "Yeah, it's a masterpiece."

And she left.

So, were you and Donna friends?

No, no. God, no. I mean,
I only met her yesterday.

Oh. So how did you persuade her
to knock this up for you, then?

Oh, well, that was the easy bit.

I just wangled her e-mail off a mate

and asked her. I mean,
initially she wasn't that keen

but, of course, the old
Minto charm worked eventually.

I'm sure it did.

How much did it cost?

That? 60K. Cash.

Cash?

Only way to pay, Jose.
Mind you, to be honest,

now she's kicked the bucket,
I think I might get rid of it.

Tell me, Terry, did
you pay her personally?

No. No, I paid...

I paid cash to her assistant.

Nice kid.

Terry, would you mind if I
take a quick snap of this?

No. No, not at all.

Be my guest.

There we are. Lovely.

Thank you for your time.Welcome.

We do appreciate the help.

- Pleasure.
- Here's my card,

just in case.

All right, well, thank
you both for popping by.

OK, JP. That's great.

Thank you.

Definitely no sign of
that 60,000 in her account.

And why would she come out all this way

just to look at one of her own paintings

and then lie about it?
That makes no sense.

Do you think Terry
could have killed her?

No, I struggle to see a
motive. He didn't even know her.

No, it's the money that
intrigues me the most, Madeleine.

We searched that villa yesterday,
didn't find a trace of it anywhere.

And it's not in her bank either.

So where did it go?

The infamous Dice Boy returns!

You know, it's a tragedy what happened.

Donna was a great artist.
How was it, working for her?

Man, she was unpredictable.

But, you know, she
wanted me to be a success.

She knew I had something.

After the show, Donna was going
to take me to London, get me seen,

take me to the next level.

I guess that dream's over.

That's a shame.

So tell us, did you do any
private commissions for Donna?

She did one for this
mad guy called Terry.

We worked dog hours on that.

We spoke to Terry. He said he gave
you the payment for the painting.

Serious cash too.

It was crazy carrying
that much money around.

And where is it?

I spent it.

That's what you think, right?

Come on. I'll show you.

Donna was really paranoid
about Patti finding out.

She told me to stash it
somewhere no-one would find it -

until she'd dealt with
the Patti situation.

All that cash for one painting.

I'm not sure Terry Minto even likes it.

- Why?
- Because he was already thinking about flogging it.

Maybe Donna should have
given him a receipt.

Well, if he can't appreciate
genius, he should sell it.

Evening.Evening, sir.

So, how's it all been back at the ranch?

Yes, so, I spoke with
the airline and taxi firm.

And Patti's alibi checks out.

So, she was nowhere near Donna's
studio at the time of the poisoning?

That rules her out, then. What else?

Financial checks on Donna didn't
show up anything unexpected.

But I did notice that she
was spending some big money

on a Dr VP Hughes.

Any idea who the good doctor is?

Yes. She's a therapist.

Treats some of the island's richer folk.

Might know something about
Donna Harman no-one else did.

Definitely worth checking out.

I'll go talk to her
tomorrow morning first thing.

So, it's the end of day two and
a new player has entered the scene

in the form of one Terry Minto.
Not necessarily a suspect,

but definitely worth
checking out his alibi.

Meaning the only current person with
a reason to want Donna dead is...

Max Newman. He had
motive and opportunity.

Yeah, but it's the means of it
all still leaving us baffled.

I mean, if it was him, how did he
manage to get a fatal dose of poison

into a sealed, unopened can of soda?

Oh, look.

Let's knock it on the head.

And if anyone fancies a beer
at Catherine's, I'm buying.

Yes!

Anna, how are you?

Absolutely, yeah.

Still on for tomorrow.

I'm very much looking forward to it.

To be honest, I never thought
I'd find myself in this situation.

You know, seeing
another woman at my age.

But, Jack, you're not old.

And you are a thoughtful, caring
man. Of course this would happen.

Bless you, Catherine.

And you're handsome too.

Ah, now, go way outta
that! You'll make me blush.

It's true, you are.

You know...

... I wondered once
if you and I might...

Well, you know.

What? Get together?

Maybe. Who knows?

I'm flattered, Catherine. Really I
am. But you'd have eaten me alive.

I know.

I think I might need a little
rum with this after all.

Anna...

She is here for a few weeks, no?

Then she leaves?

- Yeah.
- Hm.

In which case, all this can
ever be is a brief liaison?

I suppose so.

Then, as we say in France...

Te prends pas la tête, mon chou.

Do not do your head in.

Maybe you're right, Catherine.

Maybe I should just relax
about the whole thing.

Adopt a more Gallic
approach, as it were.

I mean, it's just a man and
a woman having fun together.

Nothing wrong with that.

Exactly.

If you weren't already with
Rosey, I'd marry you right now.

What's that?

JP had a pet mouse when he was a boy.

And he was called Cecil. And get this...

JP had a selection of little
outfits he'd dress him up in.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Ruby, I
didn't say that... Yes, you did.

No, what I said, sir, and please
bear in mind I was five at the time,

what I said was that I made
him a little hat to wear

- so he didn't get sunburn.
- Well, that's very thoughtful of you, JP.

And... and did Cecil
appreciate your efforts?

Well, to be honest, sir,
I don't think he did,

cos when I came to his cage
the next morning, he was gone.

And all that was left was his hat
just laying there on the straw.

Oh. Where did he go?

I don't know.

I assume he got out,
couldn't find his way back.

Oh, don't worry, JP.

I'm sure he's out there
somewhere, searching for you.

Er, I doubt that.

Most mice don't live
more than two years.

What?

Cecil's probably up in mousey
heaven, sharing a... a lovely Brie

with his new buddy, Rothko.

Ah, well, that's better.
To Rothko and Cecil!

To Rothko and Cecil.

This is ridiculous.

Doesn't matter if it's a beautiful
day. Just come to work on time.

OK, namaste, JP, namaste.

Er, morning, sir. Is
everything all right?

Morning, yes. The painting in
Donna's studio, the one of Max...

Did we take a photo of it?

Oh, erm, no. Sorry, sir.
I don't think we did.

It's just this painting
that Terry Minto bought -

there's something not right about it.

- Like what?
- I don't know, JP, that's what's bugging me.

I just thought if we could compare it

to one of Donna's
other portraits of Max,

then I might be able to work out
what it is that's bothering me.

You want us to go to the
crime scene and get it for you?

If you wouldn't mind,
JP, yes, thank you.

OK.

So, maybe we should cover it
with something just to protect it.

Yeah.

OK.

JP... Mm-hm?

Just... come look at this.

- It's Rothko.
- What about him?

Him gone.

I mean, what is it with you?

First, Cecil disappears and now Rothko.

You're like a Bermuda Triangle for mice.

Don't be silly, Ruby.

Maybe a mongoose or a
cat came in and ate him.

Let's finish the job.

Thank you.

Ah, Madeleine! How'd you get
on with Donna's therapist?

Well, Dr Hughes was very helpful.

Apparently, Donna was struggling
with her self-destructive habits.

That's what helped
her paint, she claimed.

I needed the chaos, the conflict.

He was just the catalyst.

And that's also why she
had a fling with Anthony

- two months ago.
- Anthony?

- Mm-hm.
- What, so she could find some inspiration?

Artists! A breed apart.

And that's not all.

Donna confessed to
Sandrine what had happened.

It didn't mean anything.

It was just part of my process.

Sandrine reacted really badly.

I bet she did.

And since Donna's murder,

neither Sandrine or Anthony
have made a single mention

of what went on between them all.

We should go.

Now, this is art.

I'd stick that up on my wall
without getting the night terrors.

Anthony hated them. He
painted them for tourists.

Donna called them sunsets
and sailboats paintings.

And do you like them?

They're pretty.

I always liked the idea of tourists
taking one of his paintings home...

... thinking about the
good times they spent here.

His work became a part of their story.

Must have been tough for you,
supporting Anthony all these years?

It's worth it.

I truly believe he has what it takes.

So did Donna, didn't she?

Yeah, I introduced Donna to
Anthony's work. She loved it.

And I believe she spent
a lot of time with him.

And?

Well, she had an affair with him.

That's... a little bit of information

the pair of you forgot to pass on to us.

So, you think I murdered
Donna over some stupid affair?

I'd have to be an
idiot to kill the woman

who was going to make Anthony a
star and put my gallery on the map.

Donna may have struggled with her demons

but she was helping us
to fulfil our dreams.

She had the power to
do that. We never did.

And we still don't.

Sandrine, one last question.
You say that that you

and Anthony were working through it all.

What about Donna and
Max? Did he know as well?

He never said. I don't know.

But you ask me...

... there was something
wrong about those two.

- Max and Donna?
- Dysfunctional.

They brought out something in
each other, something really dark.

Donna and I were in
an open relationship.

If she wanted to sleep
with her little helper,

then that is fine by me.Really?

Because I've finished her book, I
know how you got that nasty scar.

Oh, yeah?

You weren't happy when Donna had
a fling with some other assistant.

It was a drunken fight.

She pushed you through
a plate-glass window.

- How many stitches was it again?
- Oh, 27.

That's a lot.

You think I would kill
Donna... over Anthony?

Look, you can keep
spinning all these theories,

but explain to me one thing.

When exactly did I put
the poison in her drink?

Cos I was nowhere near the can.

I was outside the studio the whole time.

Are we done?

He's right.

We still have no idea
how Donna's can of drink

ended up with a fatal
dose of cyanide in it.

- What time are you meeting Anna?
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah, almost forgot.

Er, yes, better head off.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A bit nervous.

Well, breathe in, breathe
out, relax and enjoy it.

- Right. Relax and enjoy it.
- Yeah.

Exactly.

Jack, it's lovely to see you.

And you, Anna.

Oh, so sorry. Oh, my.

I thought the older you get,
the easier these things are.

They're really not, are
they? No, they're not.

- Erm, so, shall we do this?
- Yes.

Erm, I've not seen
all of the island yet.

And Ziggy here was
highly recommended to me.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Right.

Thank you, Ziggy. Merci beaucoup.

Hi, Ziggy.

Right.

Thank you.

So, do you remember
your first ever date?

Ooh, erm, first date? Brigid Hanrahan.

- Oh.
- Hm.

I remember she had big
thick glasses, lovely jumper.

I took her to the
pictures. Alien, it was.

I spent most of the film hiding
in the toilets, to be honest.

- You?
- Erm, mine was Martin Gooley.

Er, he wore so much of his dad's
Hai Karate, I nearly went blind.

- Yes, it was very potent stuff, that.
- It was.

So, we're going to go,
erm, all along the coast.

Great.

Er, stopping off for
a picnic along the way.

Lovely.It's gonna be about three hours.

So I hope that you are ready for
some very long and awkward pauses.

Alors, Ziggy. Nous sommes prêts.

OK.

Well, I can't see anything strange.
Maybe the inspector got it wrong.

What's that?

The inspector says there's something odd

about the painting at
Terry Minto's house.

So we got this one from
Donna's studio to compare it.

The scar.

- What?
- Look.

On this one it slants to the left.

And on this one it slants to the right.

- See?
- But why would Donna do that?

That's an odd mistake to make.

You just wait here, love. I
know exactly where I left it.

I'll be two minutes.

Oh...

What?

You're not serious? Oi!

Hey!

It is just so beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, really is. Beautiful.

Jack, is everything OK?

You've gone very quiet.

Sorry, Anna. I didn't
want to spoil everything.

I wanted to try and be all
French and cool about it.

The thing is...

... this is a really big deal for me.

I wanted to convince
myself it isn't, but...

... it's the first time I've
done anything like this since...

... since my wife passed away.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I mean, it's over
three years ago, but...

... I just don't know
if I should even be here.

I'm so sorry, Anna. I...

The last thing I wanted
to do was mess you around.

It's OK.

This... This is a really
big deal for me too.

Erm, and I don't know what I'm
doing here either, if I'm honest.

Which is weird, because, you know,
I'm the one that kissed you, so...

Which really was very
forward of you, you know.

It's just... I wasn't
expecting to meet anyone,

not that I actually liked.

But it turns out that I did.

And I really would like to
get to know you some more.

But I understand how things are for you.

So if you want to turn this
boat around and call it a day,

well, then... that is absolutely fine.

Thank you.

Oh, what are the chances of that, eh?

- Do you mind?
- No.

DI Mooney speaking.

Terry... Calm down, Terry.

No. Speak slowly, Terry. And just
tell me exactly what happened.

OK. And which direction did he go in?

OK, Terry... Terry, Terry, no need
to panic. I'm on it. OK. Bye now.

Ziggy, how fast does this boat go?

Whoa!

This is the Saint Marie
Police! Cut your engine.

Cut your engine now!

Ziggy, push it!

Jack!

Not quite how I imagined it.

I'm sorry about all this, Anna.

Don't be. It's fine.

This was genuinely the most
exciting date I've ever been on.

Look, I'll... call you. OK?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

And, hey, Jack...

I'll understand if you don't.

Madeleine?

I think I know why the
painting was stolen, sir.

Evening, Anthony.

Mind if we come in?

Be careful with them. That's
my personal collection.

So what's this doing here?

You know, you should've charged
Terry Minto a lot more money.

It's pretty convincing.

Donna had found out what
you'd done, hadn't she?

That's why she went to
see it at Terry's house.

She figured it all out.
You'd been forging her work.

So, what, she fired you because of it?

She fired me ten times a
day. I was just a dogsbody.

Something tells me
this time was different.

She felt betrayed.

She'd supported you, trusted you.

And so, when she went
AWOL yesterday morning,

you had a hunch that she'd gone to
see your painting in all its glory.

So you panicked and you
decided to silence her.

That is not how it played out.

Ah, there was still a few loose
ends to clear up, wasn't there?

Like this masterpiece.

Something irked me about
it when I saw it at Terry's.

You didn't have the luxury of
seeing Max's scar every day.

And so you made it lean
a little to the right,

not to the left.

Terry would never guess it was a fake.

But if he sold it, it would come

under the scrutiny of
international art buyers.

And it wouldn't take them long
to figure out it was a fake.

And your career would be over.

Well done.

You got me.

Yeah, I did do that painting.

But I didn't kill Donna.

You ripped her off.
Yeah, and I'd do it again.

You want to know why
I forged her paintings?

Oh, let me take a wild guess
- money.

I did it because I could.

It was easy. She was no genius.

If you want to arrest
me for that, go ahead.

But if you want to stick me with murder,

then I've got two witnesses who'll swear

I went nowhere near
that can she drank from.

So go ahead and prove it.

Three days ago, Donna
Harman entered this studio

carrying a can of
Boom Ting energy drink.

Now, we know she bought the can herself.

Keep the change, Jimmy.

And no-one other than her touched it.

I've never missed a show in my life.

She opened it, when she was
alone, here in this room.

But by the time she took
the first sip, somehow

there was a dose of
cyanide contained within it.

Now, tests indicate that the can itself

was not tampered with in any way.

So how... just how did the
killer manage to get the poison

into Donna Harman's can of Boom Ting?

Anyone? Any thoughts?

Did you hear that?

No.

Oh, my days!

But he was dead.

He definitely was.

It's a real-life miracle!

No, it isn't, Ruby. It can't be.

He must have just been unconscious
or in a mousey coma or something.

But then... what would cause that?

Maybe it's the fumes, sir,
you know, from the paint?

JP, could you open a window there?

The paint fumes are
making me light-headed.

That wouldn't be strong enough,
would it, to knock out a mouse?

Or a human, for that matter.

If that was the case...

... you'd need something much stronger.

Donna and I had an open relationship.

I thought maybe she'd fallen
over, knocked herself out.

Sir, we've got another body.

... get me seen, take
me to the next level.

Well, would you believe it?

JP, Ruby, gather up all the paintbrushes

- and get them to the lab.
- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.
- Madeleine...

- Mm-hm?
- Can you get them all together

- and tell them we know who it was who murdered Donna Harman?
- I'm on it.

I'll confess, I don't
know much about art.

But I do know this
- art is all about perception.

A good artist wants to draw your eye,

direct your gaze

and make you think.

And the same could be said
of committing a murder.

Because a killer wants to paint
a picture of their innocence

and draw your eye away from
their secrets, their inner guilt,

their innate evil.

This murder, believe it or not,

was solved by a little
mouse called Rothko.

The wee fella lives in Donna's studio.

And it's thanks to him that I
was finally able to figure out

how this seemingly impossible
killing was committed,

and, more importantly,
who it was committed by.

Sandrine.

- What?!
- Sit down.

That's crazy! I told you,
I was out here having lunch.

I couldn't have poisoned Donna.

I didn't go near that
can she drank from.

You didn't go anywhere near
before she drank from it.

But afterwards, you did.

Which is why you had to make sure
that you were first to Donna's body.

Donna?

Oh, my God. Donna!
Call an ambulance. Now!

Because Donna wasn't dead
when Sandrine found her.

She was simply comatose.

Passed out. Just like
Rothko when we found him.

In the commotion, you gave
Donna a killer dose of cyanide.

And then your final masterstroke -

you added a few drops
to the can of Boom Ting.

It was a brilliant ploy.

We were chasing our
tails trying to figure out

how the poison got in the can.

I have to hand it to you, Sandrine,
this was almost your masterpiece.

Come on. How did she
make Donna pass out?

Magic? I set up the studio, Inspector.

Yeah, but you weren't keeping an
eye on your girlfriend, were you?

Which made it easy for her

to swap out that paint-thinner for
something a little more sinister.

We can't be sure until we've
got the paint brushes tested

but something like chloroform
would have the desired effect.

- Chloroform?
- Yes.

Are you serious?

You scheming little cow!

Is that what you used to
knock her out, Sandrine?

I mean, I know it's not
too hard to make up a batch.

If we looked at the search
history on your laptop...

... we might just find that you've
been looking up the recipe for it.

Am I right?

And in the small, sealed
space of that studio...

... after inhaling chloroform gas
for close to an hour-and-a-half...

... Donna collapsed.

But what you didn't consider...

... was that the fumes
from the chloroform

would also cause Rothko to pass out.

And when we saw that he was still alive,

well, that's what made us rethink

what had actually gone on that day.

We assumed that your plan

was to swap the paint-thinner
back in when no-one was looking.

But with Donna smashing the jar...

That meant you weren't able to
remove all the traces of chloroform

that were left there -

which is what will
ultimately prove what you did.

It was a clever plan, Sandrine.

You must have known
Donna's working habits,

that she grabbed a can
of Boom Ting every day

before she started painting.

That must have given you the idea.

Why? Why do it?

Cos... Sandrine realised...

... that Donna threatened her
relationship with you, Anthony.

Not just your romantic relationship,

because you were more than
just a boyfriend to her.

Right, Sandrine? He was your
prot�g�. Your next big thing.

It's worth it. I truly
believe he has what it takes.

But Donna saw his potential too.

And she could offer him
far more than you could -

influence, money, contacts.

What could you offer?

A life of perpetual struggle.

You said it yourself.

She had the power to
do that. We never did.

And when you found out Donna was
going to take Anthony to London,

well, you knew you couldn't compete.

You helped build his career,
support him, develop him.

But you felt he was outgrowing
the island, outgrowing you.

One whiff of the high life in
London, he'd never come back to you.

And the irony is,

Donna had cut her ties with
Anthony before you murdered her.

He was yours to keep.

I was always going to
come back from London.

For you.

Sandrine Lamore, I'm arresting
you for the murder of Donna Harman.

Up.

Excuse me.

So, the date... a bit of a disaster.

Ended up in a high-speed boat
chase with one of the suspects.

Well, we got a bit of chatting in.

Turns out she's not unlike me, you know,

still a bit lost in life.

Because I am, to be honest.

Still totally lost without you...

But having someone to share
that with... felt good.

I'm working on the
understanding that you...

... that you get that,

that you're all right with it.

There we are.Thank you.

So, this is unexpected.

Totally unexpected, if I'm honest.

You didn't think I'd call? I didn't.

Well, you're glad I did?

Of course I am.

I'm glad I did too.

Oh, good for you, Jack.

- Good for you.
- Mm-hm!

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Catherine.

- Huh?
- Uh-oh.

Mm-hm.

- What is it?
- Well, take a look.

- Rothko?
- Ooh.

Ruby spoke to Max. He
said you can have him.

OK, why would I want a mouse?

Well, because of what happened to Cecil.

Can't you see that this is fate, JP?

I mean, after all these years,

another little mouse turns up homeless.

And here you are
- mouseless.

Rosey's going to go spare.

Hello, Papa!

The truth is, we'll never
win if we don't work harder.

Cycling's about the tiniest margins.

Must reach the point where
you just want to lash out.

- I think I might be in trouble with the inspector.
- Why? What did you do?

Hey!

It's not just the island.

It's you I'm going to miss as well.

You're going to miss her?

I've made all the arrangements.

Well, just un-make them.

We could spend a bit more time together.

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