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Simon and I are most likely to fall out in the car.

-Ah... -It's like he loses his mind.

I mean, amber doesn't mean speed up.

It means slow down.

Simon's exact words were...

Ah, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's backseat driving.

Okay, next question. I asked Simon...

SAL: Where was your and Jenny's first kiss?

Ooh. Oh, gosh! I can't remember.

I think it was at a party or something.

Uh, it was Halloween.

Jenny kept plying me with wine all night,

and then launched herself at me.

WOMEN: Ooh!

Drink, drink, drink! Drink, drink, drink, drink!

Oh, no, come on. Hasn't she had enough?

-We've been drinking all day. -Yeah!

-SAL: Right, Jenny.

Where did you and Simon consummate your relationship?

Sports Centre car park.

-Yes, please!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, yeah, let me have that.

MAN: No, no.

No, I'm working. No, no.

She's the bride-to-be! Yeah.

I don't know where she gets her energy from.

-Oh, excuse me.

Hi, darling. It's not the best time to talk.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

Okay. I love you. Yeah, you too. Bye-bye.

SIMON: See, I told you it'd be cool,

watching the same sunrise.

It is.

I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow.

I love you.

Ahhh. Bride-to-be is struggling.

I've still got all my packing to do.

You go on, but don't forget to set your alarm.

You've got an early start.

Thank you.

Oops!

I just want to say,

I have got the best bridesmaids ever.

-Thank you. Night. -OTHERS: Aw...

-Night-night. Sleep well. -Night.

Oh, come on, we're not done yet, are we?

One more drink at the bar?

It just keeps ringing.

She's probably overslept. I'll get her.

Jenny, we need to get going!

Jen!

-Cheers.

Jenny?

Jenny

Jen?

I'll get help.

I completely understand that this is a wonderful

opportunity for you.

But the simple truth is...

I... I mean, we...

We...

just can't manage without you.

Either of you.

We can't cope.

That is, Camille, Camille and I...

can't cope.

Without you.

Two.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Yes, you're welcome.

-Yes, I am.

I called for you at the beach.

Oh, I... I was up early.

Er, the thing is, Camille, I've been thinking

-about what you said... -DWAYNE: Chief!

A woman has drowned at the Dolore Sands Hotel.

What?

I take it you still haven't told the others

about le offer undercover Paris?

No.

So, you haven't decided to take it or not yet?

Not yet.

Here we are.

Not like you to be indecisive.

Well, it's a big step, you know,

leaving the island, people I care about.

-Exactly. -Maman will be sad.

Well, yes, of course. Well, we all would be.

Look, if I can help you, you know you only have to ask.

Well, actually, it would be good to speak to

someone impartial, yes.

Yes, impartial. Impartial, that's me.

-Absolutely.

-Mmm...

Well, it's hard to say with drowning.

Depends on the temperature of the water.

Rigor mortis has set in.

I'd estimate she's been dead at least seven hours,

which puts time of death at some time before 1:00 a.m.

Hang on.

What's that? Looks like crystals

of some sort.

Um, bath salts?

No bath salts in her wash bag.

-Let's get a sample to the lab.

-Mmm.

-Apparently, she hadn't been to bed the night before.

-Mmm-hmm.

Is it possible she fell asleep in her bath?

Yes, maybe, but one of her eyes

is a little bit bloodshot,

which suggests she may have been in some kind

of a tussle. Also...

There's a bump on the back of her head.

See, I don't think this was an accident.

I think she's been held under.

I think this is murder.

It doesn't look like a robbery.

No sign of a break-in.

-Just the guest,

and there's a staff key.

Here. Thought you might be needing this.

We have an electric key system.

-The duty log records all uses of the key.

The only time her key was used was at 8.30 p.m.,

when Jenny arrived back from dinner.

Then nothing till me and her friend

let ourselves in

at 7:00 this morning with my staff key.

So, no-one let themselves in between 8.30 p.m.

and 7:00 a.m.?

No.

Hmm. So, she packed her bags,

lit the candles, got in the bath

and was drowned.

-Yeah.

Jenny asked for fresh ones to be delivered yesterday.

How long do the candles last for?

CAMILLE: Eight hours.

And it flickered its last at...

8:07 a.m.

So, the body says she was murdered

before 1:00 a.m.,

but the candles were lit after midnight.

Midnight to 1:00 is our golden hour.

That's when she was killed. Frank, thank you.

Ah, some sort of scrapbook.

DWAYNE: Yeah, that's what those hen parties

do nowadays, Chief.

Put photos and poems in a book.

You know, that sort of thing.

Ah, this must be the groom.

Simon Parke, he was having his stag party in St Lucia.

What's that?

Looks like a quiz with her fiance

to see how much the couple knew about each other.

It's very sweet.

Poor chap.

So, apart from Jenny coming back here last night

and Frank letting Sal in at 7:00 a.m. this morning,

no key was used.

So, she opened the door to her killer.

Looks like it.

Yes, but she was in the bath. So, she got out

to let them in.

No, she couldn't have.

All the towels are still in place,

haven't been touched.

Er, so, she let them in and then got in the bath?

So, she had a bath with a visitor here?

Is that something ladies do?

We can only live in hope, eh, Chief?

So, she let them in late at night and then bathed.

She knew her killer.

-Maybe it was one of her friends.

-Yeah.

Dwayne, Florence, bag everything up

and get started on background checks.

Camille, let's you and I go and meet this peep of hens.

Sure.

Wait.

What is it?

It's a cork from a wine bottle.

White, I'd say, but no glasses or wine bottle here.

Maybe the maid missed it when she was cleaning.

Yes, could be.

Well, let's get it bagged up and tested for prints.

Thank you, Dwayne. Right, let's go and speak

to those hens.

Good morning.

I'm Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.

This is Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey.

We're really sorry for your loss of your friend.

Now, can I start, please, by asking who you are

and how you all knew Jenny?

I'm Sal Tyler.

Jenny and I were best mates since primary school.

Elizabeth Foss. People call me Betty.

Best mates since uni.

Ivy Marcel. Jenny was my little brother's fiancee.

You're Simon Parke's sister?

Yeah.

He's in a terrible state,

poor love.

He's on his way over here now.

And he's been in St Lucia all week?

-Yeah. -HUMPHREY: I see.

So, after Jenny returned to her suite at 8:30,

can I ask where you all were?

We stayed up for a couple of drinks.

-OTHERS: Oh...

-Oh, one, then. Come on. -BETTY: Come on.

What time till?

Not late. We were all exhausted, 10:00?

And you're all staying in suites near to Jenny's?

Oh, no, um, well, we're in the main building.

I got Jenny an upgrade as a special hen treat.

And after turning in,

did any of you leave your rooms again

before this morning?

No.

Sorry, are we being accused of something?

Um... We think that Jenny

had a visitor last night.

We suspect that her drowning wasn't an accident.

Oh, that's crazy. Why would someone

do that to her?

Did Jenny have any rows with anyone on the island?

No, we, we haven't really hung out with other guests.

We just kept ourselves to ourselves.

And any rows within the group?

None of us would hurt Jenny. We loved her.

We were having an amazing holiday together.

We're her best friends.

Sal, are they allowed to question us

like we're suspects?

Do we need lawyers?

Sal's a solicitor.

I'm sure they're just establishing the facts.

Quite. Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, one last thing.

Have you been socialising in Jenny's suite this

week at all?

Drinking wine in there, perhaps?

Uh, no. We always met in the bar or restaurant.

Okay, thank you.

They've only been here five days.

They don't know anyone else.

So, if it wasn't one of them, who was it?

This hen party all claim they didn't leave their rooms

after 10:00 last night.

Do you have that key recording system on all the rooms?

Er, sorry. It's only on the suites.

But we have got CCTV on every corridor on

the main building.

-I'll sort you a disc. -Oh, thank you.

Um, you must have seen the hens around the hotel

this last week.

Er, any tensions at all? Any fallings out,

that kind of thing?

Not that I noticed. They seemed to be

having a great time.

There we go.

That's the first floor corridor.

Should be the last 24 hours.

-Thank you, Frank. You've been most helpful.

-No problem.

They've gone.

It's fine.

I did it.

Well, Chief, I've dusted the cork.

There are a couple of partials, but

nowhere near enough to get a match.

Oh, well, thanks for trying.

But I do have the CCTV footage of the corridor

all lined up for you,

and it's like the bridesmaids said.

According to the time code, they all went to bed

at 10:02.

Well, the golden hour is midnight to 1:00,

so fast-forward the tape and see if anyone leaves

their room before then.

-No problem, Chief. -Right,

so, let's see what we've got so far.

Suspects. Ivy Marcel, older sister of the groom

and the victim's future sister-in-law.

40, married, with two kids.

She runs a physio practice with her husband in Surrey.

Ah, that'll be the "why is she here" girl.

Every hen party has one.

She's usually related to the groom,

wears terrible clothes, doesn't know anybody

and hates hen parties.

Dwayne, how do you know so much about hen dos?

A great magician never reveals his secrets.

Elizabeth Foss, "Betty", the uni friend.

FLORENCE: 28, single, works as

a loss adjuster for an insurance company.

Couple of cautions for drunk and disorderly.

And there's always a Betty.

Dwayne. And Sal Tyler, best friend since school.

29. Grew up with Jenny in Eastbourne.

Never moved away, and she's also single.

Thank you, Florence.

So, at 8:30 on the last night of her hen week,

Jenny Burgess bids good night to her bridesmaids

and retires to her bedroom.

CAMILLE: At some point between midnight and 1:00 a.m.,

she lets her killer into the room

and then takes a bath in front of them.

She, or possibly he,

holds Jenny underwater and drowns her.

And she's then discovered dead at

7:00 a.m. the next morning.

HUMPHREY: Which leaves us with the question,

who would kill a bride-to-be

the night before she flies home from her hen week?

And why?

Oh, Commissioner. I didn't see you arrive.

Have you been there long?

Long enough.

-Good morning, team. -Commissioner.

-Sir. -Good morning.

I wonder if you could spare me a few moments

of your time, Inspector?

Yes, of course. Er, a moment, please, sir.

Er, Florence, could you make a start on the financial

checks, please?

FLORENCE: Yes, sir.

Commissioner.

I'm here to talk about Sergeant Bordey.

Ah. So, you know?

I've had a formal request to release her.

But she hasn't decided if she's going yet.

Nevertheless,

she can't go unless we agree to the transfer,

by, erm,

signing this release form.

I see.

And will you sign it?

It's not for me to do so.

That responsibility rests with her immediate superior.

Me?

I'm sure we agree she's a brilliant officer.

Well, well, yes, of course, sir.

She's, um, you know, the best.

Quite. This release form,

whether it's signed or not,

is at your discretion.

She'd hate me.

It would be in complete confidence.

If you refused to release her,

she would simply be told that the offer has been withdrawn.

No, I can't. I can't. I...

Excellent.

I will leave it in your capable hands.

I'm sure you'll do the right thing,

Inspector.

Everything's okay?

Yes, fine.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but none of the hens leave their room during the night.

Are you sure, Dwayne?

I've just gone from where they go into their rooms at 10:00,

and nobody left till 6:55 in the morning.

Well, then, how did one of them kill Jenny?

-I think I've found something

in the hen book photos.

Ah, Jenny's 21st.

Sure. And everyone is toasting for Jenny and Simon here,

except for Betty.

It really looks like she doesn't want to watch.

Hmm, interesting. Well, it's something.

Simon Parke has just arrived from St Lucia.

-Ah, erm... -Let's go.

Yes? Okay.

Ivy says you don't think it was an accident.

Someone did this to Jenny.

Let me get you some water. You look exhausted.

Yes, it's true that we think she was murdered.

We also think it was someone who knew her.

Someone she knew?

-No.

Wait. She, she called me last night around 7:00.

Said there was something we need to talk about

when we're on our own.

Do you know what it was about?

No, she wouldn't say.

Excuse me.

Were there any issues between Betty and Jenny at university?

Simon used to go out with Betty before

he went out with Jenny.

-I see. -IVY: It was a long time ago.

It was seven, eight years?

Ten.

If I'm honest, we all thought

she still held a bit of a candle for him.

No way.

So, you were in a relationship with Betty

Er, we met the first year at Uni.

Got together at a Valentine's party

and split up around Christmas.

So, it wasn't even a year.

How did Betty react when you started dating her friend?

It was kind of tricky for a while.

They were really close.

It was a pretty bloody awful time, actually.

But Jenny got her through it.

I think they became closer, if anything.

Thank you for your time, Simon.

Uh, please call if there's anything at all.

CAMILLE: Merci.

That was Florence.

The lab in Guadeloupe have been able to

identify five fingerprints

on the inside front door handle to Jenny's suite,

and three of them belong to Jenny.

The other two?

Betty Foss.

We didn't find any cash in Jenny's suite, did we?

Uh, no, Jenny put everything on the tab,

according to the resort.

But according to this bank statement,

she withdrew $6,000 out of the bureau de change two days ago.

Uh, you want me to go down to the bureau

and see if she, or he, knows anything about it?

Maybe let's go and search Jenny's suite again first.

Make sure we didn't miss anything.

Sure thing, Sarge.

But if we don't find the $6,000 there,

and you want me to go down to the bureau

and interview the cashier,

it's not a problem, you know.

Just say the word.

Excuse me. Betty?

Why didn't you tell us you and Simon were an item?

Does it matter? Must have been tough.

Things end with Simon,

and then he's with your friend.

It was all civilised.

Jenny even asked my permission before

she went on a date with him.

She'd never have gone anywhere near him if I hadn't

said it was okay.

So, you did still have feelings for Simon when

he started dating Jenny?

Jenny was my best friend.

So, I pretended it was fine,

and you know what? It was a sacrifice

worth making.

You only get one best friend in life,

and Jenny was mine.

Hmm.

So, can you tell us why we found your prints

on the inside of the door handle in Jenny's suite?

Oh, yeah, of course.

I, uh, popped by to pick her up

for the pool yesterday.

You look great. Come on, chop-chop.

BETTY: I was literally there for two seconds, no more.

I don't love Simon, and I haven't for

a very long time.

But I did love Jenny.

Very much.

FLORENCE: The money's definitely not here.

There was no break-in.

Jenny put everything on her bill.

How do you lose $6,000 in a day?

I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

I think we've hit a brick wall here, you know.

I suppose the only thing now

is for me to go and check it out at the bureau de change.

Hopefully, it will shed some light on it all. Okay?

This isn't anything to do with the new cashier I hear

is working there?

-Uh... -Gloria, I believe,

is her name?

Uh, really

And she's new?

Hmm, I didn't know that.

Mmm-hmm.

-HUMPHREY:

Yes, are you nearby?

Yes, actually, I'm at the hotel right now.

-Okay.

Jenny was killed between midnight and 1:00 a.m.

Yes, but the CCTV proves the hens

didn't leave their rooms until 7:00 a.m.

the next morning.

HUMPHREY: Well, it had to be one of the hens.

So, a bottle of beer to whoever can work out

how someone can get out of their room without

being caught on CCTV.

Uh, there's an obvious answer, but, er...

Do you really want us to try?

Uh, no, no, a general always leads from the front.

No! Okay, uh, sir, I don't think

that's a good idea!

You can barely walk in a straight line.

Rubbish. I'm like a pigeon.

Cumbersome over land, but very agile

through the air.

CAMILLE: No, no, no, sir! I'm serious!

Come back over! You could injure yourself.

FLORENCE: Sir, she's right. It's really not safe.

No, nonsense! I'm just getting my bearings.

-Oh! -Okay, stop! That's it!

We're coming round, and do not move!

HUMPHREY: No, I'm fine! No need to panic!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my... No! Humphrey!

I'm fine. Don't panic. I am perfectly fine.

-Ah. -Oh!

You could have got yourself killed!

How can I go to Paris? You wouldn't survive a week.

No, I very probably wouldn't.

Right, so, although we've proved

that the killer could get down without being seen on CCTV,

I can't really see how they'd do it injury-free,

and none of the hens look scratched or injured to me.

Yeah, even if they did manage it,

how did they get back up?

Mmm.

That was the pathologist's office.

They are confirming Jenny died from drowning

and the bump on her head is consistent

with being held underwater.

-Mmm. -So, you are right.

It's a murder.

Now, we should call it a day. You need a plaster on that.

Yes, probably a good idea. Let's approach it fresh

in the morning

and see if Dwayne comes up with some new leads for us.

Right, let's see if I can still walk.

Ow.

Ah, that's fine.

Give me your knee.

Uh, yes. Ow.

So, have you made a decision?

About the new job?

They need to know by tomorrow.

Yes, and?

Ow.

And my head tells me that a move to Paris

is the best thing for my career,

and yet...

my heart says stay.

Does it?

-Yes. -Well, then, to help you,

we should make a pros and cons list.

-Uh, pros and cons,

for and against.

-Yes.

So, reasons to move to Paris.

I like cheese.

Ah, fromage. Excellent choice, madam.

May I suggest the vin rouge? This is ridiculous.

Okay. If you're stumped, then we should move to the

"stay put" column.

Well, that's easy.

-My mum. -Right. So, the, uh,

current roundup is, is your mum versus cheese.

How's the leg?

Uh, yes, much better, now I can't feel anything

below the knee.

So, uh, tell me, Catherine...

How do you feel about this Paris business?

I think Camille should make up her own mind.

Yes, well, come on. You must have an opinion.

Obviously, I wish I could keep my daughter

in my pocket for ever.

But if Paris is what she wants,

I love her too much to keep her.

Yes.

Maybe Maman is right.

Maybe this is something I need to decide for myself.

-Oh, morning, sir. -Morning.

Um, could we, um...

Er, yes, of course.

Thanks.

So, have you decided?

Yes.

I need to go.

It's such a good opportunity for me.

Sir, say something.

Say something.

Uh, well, yes.

I... I'm very happy for you.

And, of course, I'll... I'll be sad to see you go.

We all will.

But, as you say, it's a great opportunity.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Now, let's go and catch ourselves a killer.

Now focus. Focus.

Uh... Ah, yes.

Now, why was there a cork on the floor

underneath the chair of the victim's bedroom?

There has to be a reason.

Ah. Morning, Dwayne.

Morning, Chief. Sarge. Sarge.

So, tell me, how did you get on with your lead last night?

Pretty good, I'd say.

I reckon we might have a possible suspect

on our hands.

Really? That's fantastic.

I spoke to the cashier at the bureau de change,

where Jenny withdrew the $6,000.

Did she remember anything?

She remembered plenty.

She had to think twice about handing over

that amount of money

to someone who was being accompanied by

an angry friend.

Your contact thought Jenny was being intimidated?

Look, all Gloria knows is that Jenny and another woman

had an argument before going inside the bureau.

Jenny then withdrew the money and handed it to the woman.

Did the cashier give a description?

She did one better than that, Chief.

She gave it to me in glorious technicolor.

Gosh. That's Sal Tyler...

-Yeah. -Jenny's old school friend.

Uh, Florence, have we managed to get

anything on her?

No, not really.

She's a secretary at a law firm.

She doesn't earn a huge amount.

Well, hang on. Did you just say

she was a secretary?

Uh, team secretary.

That's what the person I spoke to called her.

Then why did she let Ivy tell us she was a solicitor?

Florence, Dwayne, check Jenny's

mobile phone records

and follow up with the lab about the crystals we found

on the bath.

-Chief. -Sir.

-Yes.

-Oh, um... -Oh, good morning,

Commissioner.

-Commissioner. -Sir.

Good morning, team.

I'll catch you up.

Sir.

-I've had Paris on the telephone.

They want to know if we're releasing

Sergeant Bordey.

Well?

No, sir. No, we're not.

She's far too valuable to my team.

I won't be signing the release form.

I see. Excellent.

-I'll let them know. -Thank you.

Is that all, sir?

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

-No, no problem.

Come on.

I understand that you're a solicitor.

Is that right?

It's just that we were wondering...

Why did Jenny give you $6,000 the day before she died?

We have a witness who says you forced Jenny to

give you the money.

I didn't force Jenny. I didn't even want it.

Then tell me this, seeing as you're actually

a secretary

and you've been lying about being a solicitor,

why on earth should we believe a single word you're saying?

I think it's time you started to tell us the truth.

Okay, the solicitor thing, right, it's

something I told Jenny a couple of years ago.

Why?

Jenny and I were best mates since playschool.

But when she went off to uni, we drifted apart.

Two years ago, we eventually got back in touch,

and it turns out she was doing really well for herself.

It shouldn't have mattered, but when we first met again

I wanted her to think that I'd achieved something too.

So, when she asked, I lied.

I told her I'd gone to night school and been

promoted up to solicitor.

How did you afford this holiday?

I didn't.

I took out a payday loan.

I'm in so much trouble when I get home. Oh!

But then Jenny found out I'd maxed out

all my credit cards.

MAN: Sorry, madam. This card has been declined.

Can I try this one again, please?

MAN: Sorry, madam. This card won't work.

Do you have another?

Is there a problem, Sal?

So, you had to ask Jenny for a loan?

No.

She insisted on giving me the cash to cover the holiday.

She was so understanding, but that just made

it all worse.

That's what your witness saw,

me just taking my embarrassment out on her.

I missed Jenny so much when she went off to university.

I only lied because I wanted us to go back

to the way we were.

I want Jenny back in my life, not dead.

So, Dwayne, what happened with you and Gloria?

Did you manage to get her phone number?

I don't know what you mean, Sarge.

Okay, look, I really don't want to be indiscreet.

But let's just say,

I might be putting a call in to the bureau de change

before the end of the day.

Very impressive, Officer Myers.

We chased Jenny's phone records, like you said.

You should see them.

They make for interesting reading,

because two voicemail messages were left on her mobile

from a hotel landline,

before midnight on the night of the murder.

-FLORENCE: I know.

Just before the candles were lit and she was killed.

Have you accessed her voicemail?

They have been deleted.

But, according to the record,

she accessed and deleted them

at 7:15 a.m. the following morning.

Wait, wait, wait. She accessed her voicemails

after she was dead?

Ah, but Florence came up with the idea

of dusting the screen of Jenny's phone to see

who else had used it.

And have you got a match yet?

I'm working on it now.

Honore Police Station. Yes, this is Camille Bordey.

Oh.

Um, yeah, all right.

Thank you for letting me know.

Is everything okay?

Yes.

Well, it seems that the job in Paris is no longer

on the table.

Oh. Did they say why?

Just that they are looking for someone already

living in Paris.

Are you disappointed?

Yes.

But if it's not meant to be...

C'est la vie.

DWAYNE: I've found a match.

Then who was it who called Jenny's voicemail

after she died?

The duty manager,

Frank.

We have pretty compelling evidence,

so I'd think hard before you deny it.

The voicemails weren't from me.

They were from Ivy.

We got chatting at the bar.

She was a laugh, once she loosened up.

We got on to her life back home,

how she's only got two toddlers for company.

She wanted to let loose.

I wasn't going to say no.

-Shh.

Mmm!

FRANK: Things were a bit awkward when we woke up.

I don't think Ivy was feeling too proud of herself.

She'd forgotten she'd planned to go for a jog with Jenny.

Ivy had been begging Jenny not to tell her husband.

That's what the late night voicemails were?

Ivy begging Jenny?

Yeah.

It was Ivy's idea to delete them.

So, I did, after I called for an ambulance.

She knew her secret would get out if the police got

hold of the phone.

It's fine. I did it.

What we did had nothing to do with the murder.

Yes, perhaps. Perhaps not.

But why risk a criminal charge by deleting the voicemails?

I'm no saint, but I'm not heartless.

Ivy was in a state about her husband finding out.

I felt for her. But that's all.

Look, can we please just not talk about it?

I can't bear it.

I'm afraid you cheating on your husband is relevant

to our investigation.

What I did, that's not me. I love my husband.

Oh, God! If he ever found out, if my kids found out...

Jenny knowing your secret is a motive.

Having Frank destroy the evidence doesn't

help your case.

It was a terrible, one-off mistake I made,

after being drunk for the first time in six years.

I'm sorry, but I... I couldn't let it tear my family apart.

HUMPHREY: By deleting the voicemails?

Or by killing Jenny?

I'm not a killer.

I imagine that, for the rest of your life,

waiting for your sister-in-law to blow your family apart

-must be torture. -Don't say that.

Good Lord! What must Jenny have thought of me?

Jenny didn't actually agree to keep quiet, did she?

Well, she needed time to think.

So, yes, I panicked.

And I left her a couple of late-night begging messages,

and when she died, I knew you'd find them.

You can't let my mistake with Frank come out.

Look, I know I... I don't deserve any kindness.

But, please, I love my family.

You're a suspect in a murder investigation.

I'm afraid we can't promise anything.

I'm not scared of being a murder suspect.

But I am very scared of those voice messages.

What does that say about my guilt?

SAL: What are you most likely to row about?

Oh, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's backseat driving.

Found anything on the DVD yet, Chief?

Uh, nothing, no, except for the fact that Simon

clearly loves his fiancee.

DWAYNE: Hmm.

God, that is terrible.

What is?

I ran a record check on everyone

and it threw this up.

That Betty's sister?

Carol Foss. She came home from her gap year

and she was killed in a road traffic accident.

But look when it was.

That was the same month that Betty broke up with

Simon Parke.

Yes. That's what he meant by, "It was a bloody awful time."

And he also said it was the victim who helped

Betty get through it.

Which explains their bond.

CAMILLE: And makes it less likely she'd be our killer.

HUMPHREY: There's no clear motives.

So, what do you think?

Uh, well...

Come on. Come on.

All right.

Motives.

Sal Tyler has been lying to us from the start.

She received a large sum of cash from the deceased

the day before she died

-and we only have her word as to why.

-Hmm.

-CAMILLE: Mmm-hmm.

Maybe she just wanted him back.

As for Ivy,

I think she could commit murder to keep her affair

with Frank secret.

Yes, but whatever their motives,

how did any of them get out of their rooms to do it?

See, the crime was committed between midnight

and 1:00 a.m.,

and all were seen entering their rooms at 10:00 p.m.

and not emerging until 7:00 a.m. the

following morning.

-One of the hens

must have done it.

-FLORENCE: Mmm, that's strange.

It's the labs on Guadeloupe.

They've got back to us about the crystals we found

on the side of the victim's bath,

and they're saying here it's just table salt.

You know, like you put on your food.

Why would you sprinkle salt around your bath?

Maybe it's some sort of hippie remedy.

But if the salt belonged to her, we'd have found

a salt cellar at the scene.

Who takes salt to a murder and then sprinkles it

around a bath?

But then why did Jenny open the door to her killer,

and, while we're at it,

why did an otherwise well-cleaned room

contain a cork?

Yes, Chief, you're cooking now.

Buckle up, everybody.

Go on, then.

Sorry, there's something I've got to do.

Where him gone?

-Humphrey! -Uh, yes, hello, Catherine.

Well, yes, that is a good question.

I'm not entirely sure.

Um, can I, er...

-Of course.

Good, um, and I need you to be

entirely honest with me.

What is it?

Do you think Camille would be happier

staying here or accepting the job in Paris?

Camille is ambitious, adventurous.

She always has been.

Of course she wants to go to Paris and work undercover,

and although I'd rather she stayed here on the island,

safe from harm,

I know it would be best for her to leave.

And you must know that.

Yes, I do.

Wait.

I thought the job had gone.

Ah. Well. Yeah. Well, it has.

It's just that, um...

Oh, this table.

Well, it just...

I may have...

Hold on.

Good grief!

Merci.

Humphrey!

Humphrey!

Well, no. At least, not yet.

But I think I know why we found a cork in her room.

-Oh. -Well, at least Florence

has worked out

-why there was salt on the bath.

-Mmm-hmm.

Have a look at this.

Good grief!

We stayed up for a couple of drinks.

HUMPHREY: She opened the door to her killer...

Uh, it was Halloween.

She was killed in a road-traffic accident.

So, what does that mean?

The game they played, uh, the questions

and answers.

Yes.

The other statements?

And the sister thing.

Ah, yes, sir.

That's it.

God, it's awful. But it fits.

Well, come on. You know what to do.

Water.

All right. Yeah.

Thank you, all, for joining us.

You see, when I open the door onto a crime scene...

I ask, "What is the character of this murder?"

And the character of Jenny's murder,

was personal.

I didn't do it.

You're out of your mind if you think I did it.

I know. I know.

I always said the killer was one of her bridesmaids.

You said Jenny was murdered between 12:00 and 1:00.

We were all in our bedrooms then.

You were. CCTV proves it.

Between 10:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.

the next morning,

you were all safely tucked up in your beds.

Then it can't be one of us.

That is unless...

Unless the murder was actually committed

much earlier in the evening

and it was just made to look like it happened

after midnight.

I mean, that would be quite a clever trick, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it, Betty?

Sorry?

'Cause it was you who murdered Jenny, wasn't it?

That's ridiculous. You can't just assume...

From the start of the case, we worked on the basis

that the murder happened after midnight,

because the eight-hour candles in Jenny's bathroom

flickered out at approximately 8:00 a.m. the morning her body

was discovered.

Little did we know you'd, uh,

misdirected us with a sleight of hand.

Isn't that right?

We found salt crystals on the side of the bath,

and, after a little digging,

I discovered that if you add salt to a candle,

it makes it burn down much more slowly.

Thus extending the candle's life by, in this instance,

over two hours.

HUMPHREY: After drowning Jenny,

you poured salt onto the candles.

You spilt some on the side of the bath,

allowing you to murder Jenny before you'd even gone to bed.

But the three of us were all together before then.

The entire time?

HUMPHREY: No loo breaks, no phone calls

in a quiet spot?

Of course, but we're talking a couple of minutes at most.

That's all she needed before her absence would

be conspicuous.

See, she didn't have time to, uh,

wait at Jenny's front door for Jenny to get

into the bath.

She needed to be in and out in a flash.

-But none of them had a key. -She didn't need one.

She'd already ensured the door wasn't locked.

Because Betty had been in Jenny's room that day.

I was literally there for two seconds, no more.

She didn't go to the suite just to collect Jenny

that morning.

She went because she'd already decided to murder her friend

and she needed to prepare the ground.

You see, we found this,

on the floor of Jenny's suite.

It was hidden under the chair, if you're interested.

And I don't mind telling you that it's, uh,

it's been bugging me ever since.

Until I realised

that just as there's a trick to stopping a table from

wobbling,

there's also a trick to stopping a lock from working.

It's an old burglar's trick, in actual fact,

something I dare say you came across in your job as

a loss adjuster

for an insurance company.

The door was never locked from that point,

meaning Betty could enter Jenny's room whenever

she wished.

All Betty had to do was wait for a sign that Jenny had

started her bath.

SAL: Another one, ladies? IVY: No!

HUMPHREY: At which point, she just had to buy herself

a few minutes. I'm just going to nip to

the loo. Back in a sec.

You needed to be quick.

But all you had to do was open the door.

And that is when you made your one mistake,

because in your rush to get away,

you prised the cork out,

but in your panic you didn't quite see where it went.

Maybe you looked for a few seconds,

but you couldn't delay any longer and, after all,

it was only a cork.

I mean, how incriminating could that be?

But all this allowed you to return to your friends,

without them even realising that Jenny was already dead.

You knew that when we found the eight-hour candles

still working,

well, we would presume that

the murder couldn't have happened more than eight

hours before,

giving you the perfect alibi.

You could prove that you were in your own room

after midnight.

But why?

Exactly.

Betty had handled you going out with Jenny for years,

so why now?

Because of something you said.

Me?

Well, I wasn't even on the island.

HUMPHREY: Not in the flesh.

But in the recording for the hen quiz...

Uh, it was Halloween.

Jenny kept plying me with wine all night

and then launched herself at me.

HUMPHREY: You let slip that you and Jenny got together

at Halloween.

Which was two months before you and Betty split up.

Well, it was so long ago, I... I forgot.

HUMPHREY: Well, I'm sorry, Simon,

because that was the moment Betty realised.

All those years,

she'd sacrificed her feelings for you,

because she believed that her friend Jenny

had been honest with her.

And not just any friend. Her best friend.

So, when she heard that honesty never existed,

that you'd been cheating on her with her best friend

for months...

HUMPHREY: You know, I think that Betty also realised

at that very moment

that had her best friend been honest with her,

told her the truth...

then her sister Carol would still be alive.

See, when you really got together at Halloween,

Carol Foss was travelling the world.

If you'd told Betty the truth when you should have done,

she wouldn't have even been in the country to try

and comfort her sister.

But instead, when she heard what happened,

she jumped in her car to travel from Cornwall

In Betty's mind, your duplicity

was responsible for the death of Carol Foss.

That's something you have to live with.

But in her fury...

Betty didn't even give her friend a chance to do that.

She'd just discovered that her best friend betrayed her,

with the most horrific consequences.

That's why Jenny called you straight afterwards.

See, I think she sensed that Betty had worked out

that you'd both gone behind her back.

Is that right, Betty?

Ten years she's been laughing at me.

You both have!

You murdered my sister! You murdered...

What a day! So, have you got any plans for this evening?

I'm meeting Gloria at 7:00.

Well, I shall look forward to hearing all about it

tomorrow evening.

Hmm

Gloria is an old friend of mine.

I'm meeting her for a drink tomorrow evening,

and I'm sure she'll tell me all about her special

night out with

Officer Dwayne Myers.

-Hey. -Hey.

Can we talk?

Of course.

What's going on?

I think it's time I was honest with you,

at least, as honest as I can be, which

may well not be very honest at all in the grand

scheme of things.

Uh, but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't do

what was right.

Okay, you know, sometimes, as much as I think

I understand English,

I... I'm not sure I do.

Your job in Paris.

Yes?

It was me that got them to withdraw their offer.

What?

They needed me to agree to release you.

I didn't want to lose you.

But I... I knew deep in my heart you wanted to go.

When you first told me about it,

I saw it in your eyes.

You were excited.

And you still stopped me going?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I've behaved selfishly.

You see, you've become very important to me, Camille,

much more than you'd ever know.

But if you care about someone, you have to let them

be the person

they are, not the person you want them to be,

otherwise what's the point?

So, I called the Commissioner.

He called Paris,

and, well, the point is,

you're flying from Guadeloupe in the morning.

The ferry leaves first thing.

You see, my father always told me that

you can't help making a mistake, but if you try

and make it right,

people will forgive your stupidity.

I could kill you.

Yes, well, if it helps, I could throw myself

in the sea.

Don't tempt me.

Maman and...

the team.

You.

Don't worry. I'll muddle through.

You're wet. Yes, I am.

It will dry.

You'd better pack.

Thank you.

Maman!

Je vais a Paris.

Je vais a Paris.

Don't you go leaving me too, old pal.

I'm so proud of you.

I'll ring you every week.

Of course you will.

-Now go.

Have your adventure.

Well? I didn't get up early on a Saturday

for nothing, you know.

Come now.

Oh, I'm really going to miss you.

Those Parisians are lucky to have you.

Let me know if you need a visitor.

I'll show them how to party island-style. Personally.

Oh, and you are going to do just great.

-Oh, yeah.

Promise me one thing, though.

-Look after Humphrey. -Of course.

I knew we couldn't keep you for ever.

But you will always have a place here,

whenever you want it.

Do us proud.

I'll try.

You'd better go in, huh?

Yeah, but... I'll get him to call you.

Yes, okay.

Well...

Goodbye, everyone.

Camille! Wait!

Wait, wait!

-Oh! -I'm sorry I'm late.

-It's all right. -I had to get you

a leaving present.

What is it?

You'll see.

-I'm going to miss you. -And me, you.

-Hey! -Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!

CATHERINE: You did the right thing.

Letting her go.

Oh, I know.

I know.

DWAYNE: A band from the UK are here to record an album.

Flowers Of Progress are here on Saint Marie?

Good afternoon, sir. You must be JP.

Oh, yes, of course. You've not met.

I can't believe I'll be working with the

legendary Dwayne Myers.

I'm very dedicated to my undercover work, you know.

There's members of this band who've got a real axe to grind

with my brother.

I'm the guitarist

-and songwriter. -Co-writer.

I think it'll take us a while to find our...our rhythm.

You're talking to a dead beetle.