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Back in my day,

traditionally the
groom was supposed

to remove this with his teeth!

Well, don't tell
Henri that, Mama.

The man won't be able to control
himself.

Good morning, Auntie Eleanor.

Good morning, Cynthia.

Kiki, Georgine, morning.

I thought she'd be ready by now.

You gonna have time to do my
treatment? Course I am, Auntie.

Let me get your jacket for you.

No, I can manage. Thank you.

There's rum punch in the fridge.
Can I get you a glass?

I prefer to abstain, Georgine.

You're here because I want you
to be here,

so just ignore her.

Thank you, darling.

Come on, Ki! You ready?

One minute, I need to get Auntie
under the dryer.

Well, let me do
that for you, Kiki.

Come on, Eleanor.
Oh, don't forget your iced tea.

Thank you...

Georgine.

Progress.

And I'll get
back to you. Bye.

I'll be with you in two secs,
Auntie. OK?

She's nodded off.

There. Now...

what do you think?
I love it!

Thank you, Ki.

You look beautiful, sweetheart.

I'll just go sort
Auntie Eleanor. OK.

Now to get you into that dress!

Auntie, wake up now.

You're all done.

My God!

What's happened?
Is she all right?

There's blood!

I... I-I think...

I think she's dead!

Aw! Ah, yeah, there's
definitely something there.

I think maybe a rash.

Madeleine, could
you have a look?

You want me to
examine your rash?

Is that a no?

Maybe it's sunburn, sir?
I seriously doubt it.

I'm very diligent with
the old protective hair spritz.

And it's definitely not eczema.

Yes, it is hot and itchy,
but if there's one thing

I know when I
see it, it's eczema.

Well, let me take a
photo for you, sir. Oh.

Thanks, Ruby. That's...
that's very kind of you.

Yeah, it's just sort
of... sort of here.

OK. Wait, um...

So, is there
something you wanted,

other than to discuss
your rash with us?

Not really.
I'm just bored and itchy.

Don't suppose there's
any new cases come

in you need my
help with, are there?

Sorry.
Oh, here you go.

Yeah, that is an inflamed
scalp if ever I've seen one.

All right, that was
the paramedics.

They're just outside Port Royal.

There's been a stabbing at
Eleanor's Hair & Beauty Parlour.

We need to head up there.

Well, it looks like your visit

wasn't a waste
of time after all.

Yeah.

Ladies, I spoke
with the owner of

the cafe and you
can wait just there.

The Inspector will speak to you
soon.

OK?

Sir. Sarge.
JP.

So the victim is
Eleanor Beaumont.

63 years of age.

The eponymous owner, I presume?

Er, that's right, sir.

The salon was closed this
morning, because she was here

with her two nieces and their

mother getting
ready for a wedding.

So how did she end up stabbed?

None of them know.

None of them know?

Well, Ms Beaumont was left
under the hairdryer alone.

And when her hair was done,

that's when she
was found - dead.

OK, but the back
door was left open,

so it's possible
there was an intruder.

All right, well,
let's take a look.

Actually, one sec.

Er...

I'm not much
good in hair salons.

Antihistamine - I'm
allergic to propylene glycol.

To what?

It's a compound found
in most hairsprays.

Of course it is.

It looks like a narrow
puncture wound.

No more than one
centimetre wide.

Straight to the heart.
Yeah.

Paramedics reckon it was a quick
death - less than a minute.

Now, if I've got this right,
they were all here in the room

when the victim was stabbed,
yet none of them saw anything.

That's about the sum of it, sir.

How is that even possible?

Why didn't she scream and shout,
or put up a fight?

Iced tea, which
she didn't finish.

And a Bible.

"Bear ye one another's burdens.

"Galatians 6:2."

So obviously a
very devout woman.

Can we bag this up, please?

Right, let's go take a look
at that back door.

The salon gets
hot, so they leave

the back door
open to let breeze in.

OK, well, let's
get this door and

corridor dusted
for prints, please.

Yes, sir.

This washing machine's on.

At 12.38pm,

there are eight...
no, seven minutes

left on an hour-long
express wash.

JP, what time did the call
come in about the stabbing?

Er, the paramedics
logged the call at 11.43.

So then, that
means this wash was

put on after the
murder took place.

Three minutes
after, to be precise.

Bit weird, isn't it?

You've just found out your
aunt or sister's been stabbed.

You've called the ambulance
and then, of all things,

you decide to put a wash on?

Be the last thing on my mind.

JP, can you wait here

and when this stops, can you bag
whatever's inside, and get Ruby

to dust for prints?
Yes, sir.

Let's go chat to
our three suspects.

And that's when I took
Eleanor to the dryer.

And do you know
what time that was?

20 past 11.

I was keeping an eye
on the time all morning,

cos we had to be ready by 12
to go to the church.

And no-one went near her after
that? No, none of us.

We were all
down the other end of the salon.

Kiki was doing Cynthia's hair.

And after that, what happened?

After 20 minutes, the timer
buzzed, and I went over.

It must've been an intruder.

Yeah, yeah, that...
that's one possible explanation,

except... none of you
saw or heard anyone?

No, but there was
music playing... Yes.

We were talking.

But if an intruder did manage to
sneak in,

without the three
of you noticing,

then... why didn't Ms
Beaumont cry out?

Yeah, try and alert you to their
presence.

Yeah.
Or try and fight them off.

One more question, if I may?

I noticed the washing
machine in the

back room of the
salon was mid-wash.

I worked out that it had to have
been put on three minutes after

you'd called the paramedics, so
I just wondered, who did that?

I mean, it had to be
one of you three.

What, none of you
put the wash on?

This is it?

Nothing else?
Nothing else, sir.

What are you thinking?

Thinking that one
of them's lying.

One of them put this towel
into the washing machine.

The fact they did it three

minutes after a
murder took place

tells me there was evidence on
this they wanted to get rid of.

But, sir, you can't believe
one of them's the killer?

I mean, they were
together the whole time

when Ms Beaumont was
underneath the hairdryer.

I know.

But until evidence of an
intruder presents itself,

we treat those as our prime
suspects.

And if one of those three is the
killer,

that means the murder
weapon is still either

about their person or
back at the crime scene.

JP, Ruby, I need you to search
them and get fingerprints.

Madeleine, we need to take
another look in that salon.

I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner,
babe. I had to go to the church

and let everyone know what
happened. It's OK.

I can't believe Auntie's dead.
I know, babe, I know.

Henri?
Ru... Ruby.

What are you, er...?
You two know each other?

Yeah, yeah, we used to, erm...

Be old friends, from way back.

Yeah, it's been a while.

So you're a, erm...
Police officer, now, yeah.

That's what I do.

Baby, you've got a cufflink
missing. Let me just, erm...

That must have
come off in the car.

So Henri was the man
you were marrying today?

Yeah, yeah. We're, erm...

Yeah.

Well, head over to the cafe
and we'll talk to you more soon.

So, er, what's the story there?

Henri and I were a thing.

A thing?

We dated for a year.

It ended, that's all, no big
deal. Happened ages ago. Hmm!

This belonged to the victim.

Anything of interest?

Er...

Appointments diary,
some lozenges, handkerchief.

Some pills.

Benzodiazepine. 20 milligrams.

This is usually used to treat
anxiety and seizures.

Maybe we should check in
with the victim's doctor. Ooh!

You know, I think the
airborne propylene glycol's

exacerbating the rash
on my scalp.

Look.

These kind of scissors would
inflict a narrow puncture wound

like the one on our victim.
Yeah.

Yeah, how to hide
a murder weapon in

plain sight - first,
you wash it...

and then you just leave it

lying around with all the other
tools of your trade.

Yeah.

Towel and scissors,
can we get these to the lab

to be tested for
traces of blood?

Er, yes, I get it
over there now,

before they close. Thanks, JP.
Bye, JP.

So tomorrow morning, we need
to speak with the other traders

and see if anyone saw or knows
anything.

Er, I can do that, Sarge.
Good.

You know what I keep coming back
to? What?

Of all the days
to commit murder,

the killer chose
to do it on the day

the victim's niece was
supposed to be getting married.

It's a time for celebration,
a time of happiness.

So why today?

Hey.
Hey.

You don't mind me calling?
No.

Is everything OK?
Yeah. Fine.

I just, er, wanted us to talk,
after today.

It was so weird with everything

that happened and
then seeing you.

It was weird for me too.

And then, um,
meeting your fiance.

I was gonna call and tell you.

I nearly did, but... we haven't
spoken since... well, you know.

It's OK.

I understand.

I mean, there was no reason why
you should've let me know. I...

I'm pleased for you.

Really I am.

So does that mean
we're cool, then?

Yeah, we're cool.

OK, then, cool.

You know, I can't believe
my Ruby Tuesday's

a policewoman now.
What happened, girl?

It's Officer Ruby
Tuesday, and it's

been good for me,
so no making jokes.

I ain't doing that.

It was, er...

it was good seeing you today,
Ruby.

You too.

I've missed you.

Um, I-I have to go. Bye, Henri.

As far as I can tell,
the skin's not peeling at all.

And I'm, like, 99% sure
it's not an allergy, Doctor.

I'm very diligent about avoiding
all irritants.

Sorry?

No, no, of course I haven't
got any pets!

How can a lizard cause
a rash on your scalp?

Because he has
the run of the place

when I'm not there
in the daytime.

OK. And?

And he could be
getting up to all

sorts, running
around on my pillows

and shedding his
scales, doing his

business there, for all I know.

You're actually mad.
You know that, right?

Come on!

Whatever shattered this glass

contained some
sort of dark liquid,

coffee or tea, maybe?

I think somebody threw a drink
at the photo on the wall.

The only time you'd ever throw
something at the wall

is if you were angry about

something or arguing
with somebody.

Look.

According to this,

Eleanor Beaumont was made legal

guardian of Kiki
and Cynthia in 1999.

They would have
been 11 and four. So

it was Eleanor
that raised them...

not Georgine?

I wonder why this happened.

I mean, to give up your children
and let your sister raise them.

That's kind of a big deal.

Was Georgine happy with
the arrangement, you mean?

Bacon and ice cream?! Honestly,

I've never seen
anything like it.

And Rosey's just cleaned up
the whole plate.

I'm telling you, those pregnancy

cravings are really
getting out of hand.

Ruby?

Hello!

Is everything all right?
You seem a bit distracted.

Me? No.

No. I'm fine.

Hey, guys.

Did you manage
to dig up anything

of note on Georgine Perault?

Er, only that she's lived in
St Lucia for the past 20 years

and she seems to be here
for the wedding. Oh.

Let's get on to the
council and see if you

can speak with anyone
involved with this.

Er, you know what,
Sarge? I'll do that.

Ruby's gonna head
back to the crime

scene and do a door-to-door. OK.

Er, by the way,
postmortem reports

confirm that the victim died

due to a single stab
wound to the heart.

Also, toxicology report said

Eleanor Beaumont
had moderate levels

of benzodiazepine in her system.

Yes. I spoke
with her doctor, she

used to be on
medication for stress.

One week ago, she visited him
to start taking them again.

OK, so maybe everything that was

going on with the
sister coming back

upped her anxiety levels.
Yes, it's possible.

Right, let's take a run
at what we know so far.

All right, there you go, Sarge.

And see you guys later.
See you.

Thanks, Ruby.

OK, the victim is one
Eleanor Beaumont.

Stabbed through the heart
in her own hairdressing salon.

She was left under the dryer and
nobody was anywhere near her.

Yet somehow a fatal stab wound
was inflicted upon her.

How did that happen?

First suspect, Kiki Perault.
Yes, she's 31. Single.

Finished school at 16 to go and
work with her aunt at the salon.

Ah, was made manager three years
ago,

when Eleanor stepped back from
the day-to-day running of it.

OK.

Cynthia Perault.

Kiki's younger sister. 24 years
old. Also works at the salon.

Cynthia was due
to be married at St

Xavier's Church in
Port Royal yesterday,

but the ceremony was
obviously cancelled.

And then we have
Georgine Perault.

Yeah, something
of an absent mother.

Yes, but she's back now.
Yeah.

OK, I've got the full lowdown

on why Eleanor took guardianship
of her sister's children.

Go on.

So Georgine had drug-addiction
issues when she was younger.

The authorities got
involved as concerns

were raised over
her parenting abilities.

That's when
Eleanor stepped in to

look after Georgine's daughters,

and after a couple
of prison spells and a

failed rehab, Georgine
moved to St Lucia.

And she hasn't come back until
now? I don't believe so.

So Georgine Perault
is back on Saint

Marie after 20 years of absence.

And within days,
the woman who took

her kids from her is found dead.

Erm, we assume it
wasn't you who decided

to let Eleanor
become their guardian.

No, not really.

But I didn't fight it.

I didn't fight the courts.

Back then, I wasn't
in a good way.

I lost sight of myself.

You got clean... eventually?

In 18 years.

And yet you didn't
return to Saint

Marie until now? Why is that?

Because I believed
I wasn't wanted.

By Eleanor?

By my two daughters.

After I got myself straight...

I decided I wanted to
reach out, so I wrote to them.

Heard nothing.

I wrote again.

Never got a single word back.

So... what changed for Cynthia

to invite you to
her wedding now?

That's exactly what I wondered.

Two nights ago, I found out why.

Kiki and Cynthia never replied
to the letters

because they never
received them, right?

They were
intercepted by Eleanor.

I felt so betrayed
- my own sister?

I did it to protect the girls!

How do you think they felt,
having a junkie for a mother?

No matter what I'd done in
the past, she had no right.

She had no right to do that.

Anger like that, Georgine,
it doesn't just go away.

No, it doesn't.

But if you think that,
after all this time...

just when my daughters
are back in my life...

I would risk everything and

kill the woman
who raised them...

you're wrong. I'd rather die
than lose them all over again.

Did anyone else find this out?

Just Kiki.

She was angry about it too,

of course she was.

So now you're wondering if
maybe it was me killed my aunt?

Well... it's a strong motive -
revenge.

Yeah, and finding
out how Eleanor

hid those letters from your mum

all those years
ago must've hurt.

When we were kids,

Cynthia was too young to
understand what was going on.

She didn't see the mess Mum got
herself into, time after time,

but I did.

Until she was four,
Cynthia didn't have a mother.

She had me and I did the best I
could,

but... that kind
of responsibility

shouldn't be put
on a young girl.

That must've been
very hard on you.

I resented Georgine so much
for failing us the way she did.

Even if I'd got those letters,
I'd have never replied.

So as far as I'm concerned,

Auntie Eleanor
did nothing wrong.

I didn't know how
much to tell them. I just...

Just tell them the truth.
That's all we can do.

So you saw a silver car parked
just up there?

Yes. With a man in
it at around 11.30?

OK. Thank you.

Baby, you've got a cufflink
missing. Let me just, erm...

That must have come off
in the car. Yeah.

Well, thank you for getting back

to us, and I'll
make sure I pass on

that information to
the Inspector. All right.

Bye. Great. Bye-bye.

Er, Commissioner.

Good afternoon, sir.

Er...

a little bird tells
me that Henri Dupre

has a connection
to our murder case.

Er, yes, that's right, sir.

Tell me,

did Ruby say anything to you
about her and Henri?

Yes, that they dated, for about
a year, but that's about it.

I would feel irresponsible

if I didn't ask you just to...
keep an eye on her for me.

Henri Dupre is a, um... player.

He always will be.

To put it bluntly,
I wouldn't trust

him as far as I could throw him.

Ruby, what you doing here?
We need to talk.

JP?

Yep.
Any news?

Yes, sir. The victim's phone
records have come through.

And look, there
was an answerphone

message left by
an unknown number

at 9pm the night before she was
murdered.

Can we recover the voicemail?

Yes, sir, I've put in a request
with the network provider

and they said
they'd get something

to us before the end of the day.

Good. Also, the lab results
have come back

for the towel and the selection
of scissors we sent over.

Yeah?

And unfortunately
they can't find

any traces of blood
on any of them.

So what was on
the towel that they

needed to wash it
after the murder?

Well, just what you'd
expect there to be

on a towel from a hairdressing
salon, you know,

conditioner,
shampoo, hair dyes...

Wait, there's not one
spot of blood on any of

our potential murder
weapons? I'm afraid not.

But if our killer is
one of our three suspects,

how did they manage
to hide whatever

they used to stab
Eleanor Beaumont?

We searched them and the salon
high and low, so where is it?

Unless...

Maybe it isn't one of
those three that did it.

They all have alibis.

And if it isn't,

the killer could've
taken the weapon

and just left the scene. Yeah.

But if it wasn't someone
from the salon...

who's our killer?

You're not seriously
suggesting it

was me who stabbed
Eleanor Beaumont?

Henri, I have a witness who says
they saw you hanging around

across the road from the hair

salon, the morning
of the murder.

So I'm asking you again -

what were you doing there?
I was...

I was there cos I was having
doubts about marrying Cynthia.

It's not that I don't
care about her. I do.

She's been good for me...

but the last few weeks
leading up to the wedding,

it's just not been
feeling right.

So that morning,
I drove down to the salon.

I couldn't face going inside
and seeing them all there,

so I rang Cynthia, to try to get
her to come outside and speak,

but it just went
to her voicemail.

Leave a message
and I'll get back to you. Bye.

And then what happened?
I needed some air,

so I walked up and down
trying to get my head straight.

And then I think that must've
been when I lost my cufflink.

And Ajay, my best man, called.

Said he was on his way here to
come meet me, and I realised...

it was too late.
I had to see it through.

So I got back in the car
and I came home.

And what time did you leave?

I don't know.
Must have gone half 11.

Please say you believe me, Ruby.

I believe you.

But I still have to let my
inspector know about this.

No, cos if this gets out
and Cynthia hears,

she can't know I was thinking
that way.

Look, Henri, maybe it's
for the best, you know.

You need to let her
know how you feel. No!

I can't face that,

cos she'll want to know why I

feel so different
all of a sudden,

and if she asks me that, then...

Then?

Then I'll have to tell her.
Tell her what?

Look, the last month, I've been
feeling...

I've been feeling
like something's missing.

And then yesterday morning, I...

I think I figured out what
it was, who it was.

You don't mean...?

The other night on the phone
when I said I missed you,

I wasn't just saying that.

I meant it.

I don't know, like,
seeing you yesterday morning,

it was like fate or something...

brought you back to me.

Oh, boy.

Henri, I have to go.

I'm sure we'll get there,
with the case.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
we definitely will.

And what about your... lizard
allergy?

Well, I guess I
have no choice but to

deal with the little
green monster.

Deal?

You-you don't... You don't...

No, no, no, no. I could never
do that. No, I...

I just mean... deal with him.

Here, Harry, Harry, Harry.

Come to Uncle Neville.

Hey.

You've been gone a while, Rube.

Well, I guess there were a lot
of witnesses I had to talk to,

but there's
something that I think

you probably should know, JP,

and I really want
to be able to just...

That's gonna have to wait, Ruby.

There's something I think
you need to hear.

So, Eleanor Beaumont's
network provider

just sent over a
voicemail message

left on her mobile,
but it was sent

the night before
she was murdered.

Oh.

It was from Henri Dupre.

Eleanor, it's Henri.

Please, we need
to talk about this.

Give me a chance to
explain myself before you...

If Cynthia finds
out, man, it'll break her heart.

I can't... I won't let you
do that to her, you hear me!

He was there,
the morning of the murder.

He was outside the hair salon.

Wait, how do you know that?

Well, I spoke to him this
afternoon about it, and I...

I've messed up, JP.

I'll be back in just a minute.

OK.

Come on, Harry.

This is best for both of us.

There you go.

Come on.

Off you pop.

You don't want to go, huh?

I can't do this.

OK.

Come on, then.

No.

Harry!

Harry?

Harry?

So...

when you told me
yesterday that your

thing with Henri
was no big deal...

It was actually a big deal.

Like, you were in love with him?
Yes.

And, yes, I should have known -

he was going to be trouble from
the moment I laid eyes on him,

but he was cool

and I was young and I...

thought I could
change him, you know?

But... the longer it
went on, the more

I realised it was
really hurting me,

his being that way.

Like him cheating on you?
Yes.

And I left him,
even though I loved

him more than
anyone I've ever known.

Ah, what am I gonna do, JP?

I kissed a potential murder
suspect, while I was on duty.

I mean, what if that comes up in

interview or in
Henri's statement?

It could compromise
the whole case.

Yeah.

OK, well...

first thing tomorrow...

I'll update the Inspector

about everything
that's happened.

OK.

But, whilst I do that...

I think you need to tell
the Commissioner.

Uncle Selly?

He'll go spare.

I think he needs to know.

You lost Harry?
I tried to find him.

I even paid the taxi driver
extra to help me look,

but they're elusive
things, lizards.

Irony is, I'm not
even sure it was him

causing the rash,
cos it still itches.

Well, maybe you deserve it.

Sir, Sarge.
JP, what's up?

We need to talk.
There's been a few developments.

If Cynthia finds out,
man, it'll break her heart.

I can't... I won't let you
do that to her, you hear me!

So the night before our victim's

killed, Henri Dupre
leaves this message,

and then later admits to Ruby

he was hanging around the salon
at the time of the murder?

We need to talk to him.
Yeah.

And what about Ruby,
how was she after what happened?

Er, yeah, she's fine, sir.

She's understandably a bit
nervous about telling her uncle.

I don't rightly recall
why I left that message. Sorry.

You have no memory
whatsoever of what

you didn't want your
fiancee to find out?

Really?

You were seeing another woman,
weren't you?

What, me? No way.
No way?

Cos that's what you
do, isn't it, Henri?

You cheat on people.

This is a murder investigation,
Mr Dupre.

You need to start talking.
OK!

OK.

For the last couple
of months, I've been

seeing someone else
behind Cynthia's back.

The day before the
wedding, Eleanor

came round to say
a prayer with me.

Her idea, not mine.

Except I'd forgotten
we'd arranged it.

She said she
heard noise upstairs.

She thought I was working out.

And she came in and she saw me.

Us.

I ran after her and asked her
what she was gonna do.

All she could say was
Cynthia had to be told,

she had to know the truth.

That gives you quite a motive
to want Ms Beaumont dead.

I know, but...

But you still claim it
wasn't you that stabbed her.

I swear on my life,
I didn't do this.

But I think I know who did.

Earlier that morning, Cynthia as

good as told me
she was gonna do it.

She phoned me. Must've gone 11.

I know she's lying.

I mean, that's why I went
down to the salon, that's...

I wasn't sure what
was gonna happen.

What did Cynthia say?

She said she overheard Eleanor
talking to Kiki.

Eleanor was saying
how she couldn't

allow the wedding to go ahead,

that she'd stand
up in church and

tell everyone
what I'd got up to.

She's going to ruin everything,
Henri, I can't bear it!

She said she would
do whatever it takes.

Sir. Sarge.

OK, so that was Georgine
on the phone.

Her and Kiki are worried about
Cynthia. She's disappeared.

They think that
she's been drinking.

She was crying.

Basically, something's wrong,
and Cynthia is not saying what.

So Henri could be right.

Maybe Cynthia did it.
And now she's on the run.

We need an all-ports
warning. She might

be trying to leave
the island. On it, sir.

And so I thought it best
to come to you in person

and tell you the truth about
what happened at Henri's house.

I respect your candour.

And as such,

I will be honest
with you in return.

You make my life very difficult,
Ruby.

I am your Commissioner of Police
and your uncle.

But sometimes, I can't be both.

This is one of those times.

Choosing to interview
Henri Dupre yourself,

knowing the pair
of you had history,

showed a total disregard
for police protocol.

Your actions were
inappropriate and

potentially
compromised the case.

But I didn't mean
it, I was just...

You should never
have been in the

room with that man, let alone...

I have no choice but to stand
you down until the case is over.

You may return to the station
and collect anything you need.

After that, stay home,

until further notice.

I understand.

Even if Cynthia Perault
did kill her aunt,

there are still
several outstanding

questions that need
to be answered.

Number one - how did she do it?

Her mum and sister both swear
she was nowhere near the victim

during the 20-minute window
she must have been stabbed.

Number two - why did she put
the towel in the washing machine

a few minutes after
the murder took place?

Exactly! What was on it
that so urgently needed washing?

There were no traces
of blood anywhere,

so what didn't she
want us to find?

And number three, where did
she hide the murder weapon?

Well, we searched the suspects.
And the salon.

So where did it vanish to?

Hey, Ruby.

You're back. How did it
go with the Commissioner?

Not good.

He's taken me off the case.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

Ruby, you'll be back with us
before you know it.

You need to take
care of that rash.

I know, right? It's just getting

hotter and itchier
and more rashier.

I need to make an appointment
with Dr Mundle.

Somebody needs to take a look up

there and work
out what's going...

on.

Bert Hafley!
Bert who?

Hafley! Sorry,
what? I think I know

where the murder
weapon's hidden.

We need to head back
to the crime scene!

OK.

Bert Hafley was
an old-school fence

from Whalley
Range in Manchester.

Whalley what?
Range.

Is that for real?

Yes. Now, the story
goes that back in the '80s,

Manchester CID got a tip-off

that Bert was stashing
some recently stolen jewellery.

So they sprang a surprise search
at his house on a Sunday,

just as Bert and Mrs Hafley

were about to tuck into their
roast beef and Yorkshire puds.

Er, there's not a stick
down there, is there?

What did they find, sir?

Nothing, JP, nothing.

But the canny SIO left
a plain-clothes detective parked

outside Bert's house
for the rest of the day.

And that evening...

he caught Bert

climbing up to his roof
to recover the stolen loot.

What is your point?

My point, Madeleine,
is that police

never think to search rooftops.

Yeah!

So whoever killed
Eleanor Beaumont

then stepped
outside the back door

and threw the murder
weapon up on the roof, so

that we'd never find it,
which means I was right.

It must have been
one of the three women

who were here at
the salon that morning.

But... how?

How did they manage
to stab Eleanor when

she was sitting
here in the dryer...

and, all the
while, they were all

over here by the
mirrors the whole time?

I mean, that's
impossible, right? I know.

It has to be the towel.

It must come back to the towel.

Why did the killer
wash the towel?

Unless it has nothing to do
with the murder.

Maybe it just needed
to be cleaned, sir?

There was no blood on it,
it was just hair stuff.

They can't find any
traces of blood on the towel

and the selection of
scissors we sent over.

Maybe.

Maybe. And if that's the case,

that's how one of our suspects
managed to kill Mrs Beaumont.

Because they didn't.

My God!

Until they did.
Benzodiazepine. 20 milligrams.

Iced tea, which
she didn't finish.

My Dictaphone! I
need my Dictaphone.

Here.

Somebody threw
a drink at the photo.

At 12.38pm, there
are eight... no, seven

minutes left on an
hour-long express wash.

So then that means this wash was

put on after the
murder took place.

Three minutes
after, to be precise.

Three minutes!

Three minutes in which the

killer put the
towel in the wash,

threw the murder weapon onto the
roof

and, if necessary, cleaned
themselves up.

Why? Why kill her?

Basically, something's wrong
but Cynthia is not saying what.

Cos that's what you do, isn't
it, Henri? You cheat on people.

That's it.

Eleanor Beaumont was made legal

guardian of Kiki
and Cynthia in 1999.

That's why it happened.

I'll get the suspects.

Saint Marie Police.

Er, good afternoon, Pastor.
How can I help you?

Cynthia Perault, you said?

I'll be right over.

"Bear ye one another's burdens."

Galatians 6:2.

Now, having never even met the
victim,

Eleanor Beaumont,
I quickly assumed

she was a very devout woman.

And it turns out I was right.

She believed in
hard work, setting

up this salon when
she was young.

She believed in the
importance of family,

becoming Kiki and
Cynthia's guardian when

you, Georgine,
couldn't look after them.

And she also disapproved
very strongly of infidelity,

threatening to halt the marriage
between Cynthia and Henri Dupre

when she discovered that he was

having an affair
with another woman.

Did you know this, Kiki?

She did.

Cynthia saw Eleanor
telling Kiki that she

couldn't allow the
wedding to go ahead.

I will stand up in that church
if I have to,

tell everyone what her
husband-to-be is doing.

That's why we suspected Cynthia
might have stabbed Eleanor.

But that wasn't actually why the
murder took place, nor, in fact,

was it Cynthia who committed it.

No.

It was you, Kiki.
You killed your Aunt Eleanor.

No! This can't be.

Kiki has never done
any wrong in her life.

She's a good person.
Yes, that's true.

Which is why I realised
that whatever it was

that drove Kiki to do
something like this,

something so extreme,
to kill her own aunt,

her hand had to
have been forced. She

had to have felt like
she had no choice.

Kiki didn't do this for money

or out of revenge.

No, this murder had a sense of
urgency, a sense of desperation.

Kiki committed this murder

to prevent something
that she considered

even more terrible
from taking place.

Yes?

Georgine, when
Cynthia went missing

earlier today, you
said she was upset?

Yes.

Well, I think she discovered
something. A dark secret.

A betrayal that
broke her heart and,

ultimately, led to
Eleanor's death.

Cynthia discovered that not only
was her fiance Henri

having an affair
with another woman,

but also that the other woman
was her very own sister.

Kiki.

Am I right?

Cynthia thought me and Mum were
keeping something from her...

because we were being secretive
about the letters Mum wrote.

So she went through my things,

found text messages between me
and Henri on my phone.

I felt so lonely.

Cynthia had Henri.

I just had the salon.

Working here, day and night,

keeping it going
for Auntie Eleanor,

and then going
home to see Cynthia

planning her future
life with Henri.

And I had nothing.

No-one.

When he first touched me,
I craved that intimacy,

that affection, so much.

I hate that I was so weak.

And that's the real reason
Eleanor was talking to you

the morning of the wedding.
She was confronting you,

because she discovered
you in bed with Henri.

No! Kiki couldn't
have killed Eleanor.

She was with me the whole time
when Eleanor was stabbed.

Which brings us,
I guess, finally,

to the "how" of this case.

When Eleanor confronted
you that morning,

I think she gave
you an ultimatum -

if you didn't tell
your sister what

was going on with you and Henri,

then she was
going to do it herself.

And furthermore, she was
going to stand up in church

and reveal the
betrayal to everyone.

And this is the conversation
Cynthia overheard,

but at that point
she didn't know that

the woman involved
was her own sister.

And that's when you decided
that, rather than hurt Cynthia,

your little sister, who you
cared for all these years,

rather than put
her through all that

pain and anguish
and humiliation,

you felt you had no
other choice but to

remove your aunt
from your lives instead.

You had to act quickly,

use whatever was to hand
to commit murder.

So I think that you spiked
Eleanor's iced tea

with one or two tablets
of her own benzodiazepine.

A minimal increase
in dosage wouldn't

show up as unusual
on a toxicology report.

But added to her usual dose,

it would make sure that she
dozed off when it took effect.

You also acquired a pair of
scissors and some red hair dye

and hid them
somewhere close to hand.

Then, once Eleanor was under the

dryer, all you had
to do was wait.

When that timer rang, you
walked across here and,

in full view of everybody,
you lifted up the hood...

You're all done.

And you let her body
fall to the floor.

Oh, my God!

But, at that moment,
she was only unconscious.

Georgine, how would you and
Cynthia have known otherwise?

Especially as Kiki
had surreptitiously

smothered her hands
with red hair dye

to make it look like she was
bleeding from a stab wound.

There's blood!

It wasn't until a
few seconds later

when the ambulance
was being called

and you were distracted
and in a state of distress

that Kiki seized her moment...

and committed the actual murder.

She then needed to get rid of
the murder weapon, and quickly,

so she stepped out the back door

and threw the scissors
onto the roof.

And quickly washed her hands
of the hair dye.

Which leads us to the
one mistake in your plan.

Hair dye is difficult
stuff to wash off.

I think, when you
dried your hands,

you left some
stains on the towel,

and you knew that
when we found that

and we discovered
that it wasn't blood,

we'd know exactly
what you'd been up to.

So you threw it
into the washing machine...

assuming that no-one would
notice a wash had been put on.

Except Inspector
Parker did notice.

Yeah.

And that ultimately led us to
realising

it was you who murdered
Eleanor Beaumont.

I've let my little sister down
so badly.

I deserve all that
is coming to me.

Right. Come on.

Cynthia.

Please...

Can we talk?

No.

No, I don't want to. I can't.
It's OK.

You have to leave, Henri. I want
to talk to her, to explain...

Explain? Yes!
Explain what?

Don't you realise
you've torn this family apart?

I don't even know why it's
taken me so long to see it.

But I see it now, clear as day.

You're not good, Henri.

And I tell you, I'm not letting
you anywhere near that girl.

So just...

get your backside out of here.

You'll be all right.

I promise.

In time, you'll be OK.

I wanted to say I'm sorry,
because I realise

I risked compromising
the case today.

I compromised myself
and I compromised the job...

and I compromised you.

Which was the last
thing I wanted to do,

especially because you mean
so much to me.

As Commissioner, it wasn't easy
suspending you from the case.

But it's so much harder
as your uncle

to see you
jeopardise your career

because of a man
like Henri Dupre.

I know that boy
got under your skin.

But you deserve
so much better in life!

Thank you.

Come on, Harry!

Harry, come on!

So how are you
all getting on? Well,

still no trace of Harry so far.

It's a needle in a haystack.

Your head still itchy, sir?

That's no good.
No.

Well, at least now the inspector
knows what's causing it.

Really, sir? Yeah, yeah,
I managed to squeeze in

an appointment with Dr Mundle.
He thinks it's a stress rash

caused by the anxiety of staying
on this island for so long.

Come on, Harry, where are you?

Well, at least
now you know, sir.

Yeah.

I don't believe it!

What?
Look!

You've found him?
Is it him? It is! It's Harry!

Go get the box! Come on!

We've been worried about you.

Look!

He's made a friend.
Oh, who are you, little guy?

Or girl!

Look, we think Harry just got
himself a girlfriend.

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

Looks like you're gonna
have to make room

for another tenant
in the shack, sir.

No, no way! One lizard is enough
for any man. Stay there!

Harry, come on, get in the box.
Come on. You stay!

Sir. You can't get in the
way of true love.

Lizards don't feel love, Ruby.
Come on, Harry!

They look very in love to me.

Come on!
It's Harry and Shaniqua!

No, no, no, no,
don't name it, don't name it!

Too late!

They're gonna be
in a love shack, sir!

THE Olivia Reeves?
You're the famous actress?

I was a famous actress.

This island really likes to trip
one up from time to time.

Going home, it scares me.

I thought it was
what you wanted.

I wouldn't miss your
leaving party, Inspector.

Not for the world.

Lately, I've started to worry

that I'm going to
wake up when I'm

90 and regret
every single second

I just made do with my life.