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INDISTINCT CHATTER

Mr Drake, hi. Yeah?

You're opening your
fifth Drake resort.

How do you also find
time to run your fund

and competitions like these?

No, this is the main priority.

I've been so blessed
in my career,

all I want to do is help
people up the ladder.

I mean, take this competition.

Sure, I'll get an amazing
new head chef out of it

but, win or lose,

all these participants will
get a masterclass with me

and huge press exposure.

ANDRINA: How on earth

are you going to
pick the winner?

Ah, now, that's

that's top secret.

CHUCKLES

But what I can tell you

is all these chefs are
ready to cook up a storm.

So why don't you come and
see for yourselves, yeah?

Come on. Let's see. So
here we are, over here...

INDISTINCT CHATTER

DRAKE: Mayor Bordey. Enchante.

Stanley, c'est magnifique.
These are works of art.

Well, the red snapper

was provided by the
local fishermen,

and the chefs foraged

for everything
else this morning.

Incredible. CHUCKLES.

Nearly there, chefs!
CHEFS: Yes, chef!

Oh, Mayor Bordey,
Celeste Duvall.

This year's recipient
of the Drake fund?

And the next big
thing, mark my words.

Oh, and now a prodigy
from my early days.

All right, Dionne?

She looks very busy. Perhaps
we shouldn't disturb.

Oh, everything on
point, as I'd expect.

Yeah, we aim to please.

ANDRINA: So nice
to meet you both.

My mum's got all
of your cookbooks.

Couldn't believe it when I
saw that you were competing.

Well, Drake does
some amazing work

with emerging chefs, so
if our presence can bring

a bit more media
attention to his work,

then it's all been worthwhile.

And it's an
opportunity to promote

your latest
cookbook. BOTH LAUGH.

We'll have to send
a copy to your mum.

Oh, thank you. Oh,
where are my manners?

Lucky and Tristan Clayborn,

this is Andrina Harper, press,

and this is Mayor Bordey.

Hi, Catie.

Lucky.

I grew up here.

Oh, so you're old friends?

Yes. Not exactly.

I should find my
seat. Excuse me.

Shall we get a picture? Yes.

Yeah. Oh.

DRAKE: The last finishing
touches, everyone.

And that's time!

Come on up, guys.

Grilled red snapper in an
ackee-infused marinade,

served with mango chow.

Texture?

The fish is tender. Mm-hm.

Marinade is well balanced.

Anything you'd change?

I suppose maybe pulling back
a little on the Scotch bonnet.

Could do.

APPLAUSE

Hey! Yeah!

So, six fantastic dishes, so
let's hear it for our chefs.

APPLAUSE

But before I give
a final decision,

I need to see the clear-up.

A chef's work is not done

until all those
surfaces are sparkling!

In the meantime,
enjoy the resort.

Thank you.

Are you OK?

Oh, hmm...

So, Selwyn is happy
to be back at work?

Oh, like a kid at
Christmas, honestly.

It seems to run in the family.

I'm so happy you
had the opportunity

to keep working
while you're here.

DRAKE: Andrina! Oh, got
to go. It's my slot.

Yes?

DICTAPHONE BEEPS

So, go on, then - how will
you choose the winner?

Hmm! COUGHS.

Ah, well, I wish I could
give you a grown-up answer.

The...

The truth is... I just know.

I can see it - who's gonna
start brilliant and burn out,

who's the outsider who
could outshine them all.

It's... my superpower
- reading people.

I can see all their strengths

and all their
weaknesses. COUGHS.

Everybody's got a
pattern... COUGHS

and I can always,
always spot it.

COUGHS

Excuse me, I'm just
gonna get some water.

Are you OK? COUGHS AND GROANS.

GASPS

Oh, my God.

Mr Drake?

NEVILLE: So, what do we
know about the deceased?

Stanley Drake, 62,
originally from Glasgow.

Chef turned hotelier.

Moved to the
Caribbean in the '90s.

He now owns five Drake resorts.

This was the latest

a refurbishment
to open next week.

So he was holding a competition
to find his next head chef?

He's run similar
competitions over the years

always the same format.

The chefs forage
the raw ingredients

the morning of the competition

and then they critique
their dish with Drake

as a sort of masterclass.

So it's safe to assume
he was pretty wealthy.

So why the cracked watch?

Hmm.

It's stopped. Mm-hm.

9pm yesterday.

Do we know what he
was doing last night?

Er, he was hosting a
welcome event for the chefs,

but that ended at 7pm.

Inspector, it's make-up.

Looks like he's
covering a bruise.

Could he have been in
a fight of some sort?

Look at his mouth.
It's a burn. A bad one.

The tissue around it is peeling.

It almost looks like
a chemical burn.

Throat's closed.
Covered in blisters.

Could he have ingested
some sort of poison?

He has blisters down his throat?

Mm-hm. Inspector,
may I have a look?

Yeah.

I've heard of this kind
of thing once before,

but I've never seen it.

It could be poison
from a local tree,

furium - the fury tree.

It is proper shady
stuff, Inspector.

We're all taught to stay away
from these trees as kids.

Every part of that
tree is poisonous

the fruit, the sap, the bark.

Hmm! And there is no antidote.

Right, get everyone's
contact details,

secure the scene and
make sure no-one leaves.

All the chefs foraged for
ingredients this morning.

It's possible that one of them

foraged furium
berries by accident.

I seriously doubt
that, Inspector.

Well, that sign is
pretty hard to miss.

All furium trees have them.

So whoever did this knew
what they were doing.

If he ingested furium,

it's unlikely it
was by accident.

We could be looking at a murder.

We need to build a picture

of everything Drake
ate or drank today.

I've just spoken to
the resort staff.

Drake refused
breakfast this morning.

Said he wanted an empty stomach

and a clear palate
for the competition.

And there was no food
in his office either.

Andrina has handed over
her Dictaphone and camera

and I've taken her statement.

Now, she can't be certain,
but she's pretty sure

she only saw him eat
the competition food.

It seems like that's
all he ate today.

But all the chefs ate their
dishes alongside Drake.

If the poison was in
the competition food,

surely one of the chefs
would be dead as well.

Let's get the chefs over and
speak to them individually.

OK, we need to get all
the leftovers tested ASAP.

Oh, bad news there, sir.

There aren't any.

Well, part of Drake's
judging process

was eating the dishes
alongside the chef who made it.

They cleared the plates. OK.

Darlene, can you do a sweep
of Drake's hotel room?

There might be evidence of
something he ate in there.

Marlon, see what you can
find out about the victim.

Inspector, how much longer
are you gonna keep us here?

My wife and I have
been waiting for ages.

I'm afraid no-one is going
anywhere for the moment.

We now believe this could
be a murder investigation.

Murder? That can't be right.

Who on earth would want to do
something like that to him?

Well, that's what
we need to find out.

Nobody go anywhere, please.

NAOMI: It just doesn't
make sense, Inspector.

Drake was offering them the
opportunity of a lifetime.

Why would any of them
want to kill him?

I don't know.

Excuse me. What?

What sort of questions
did they ask you in there?

Usual stupid questions
police always ask,

wasting your time.

And you have to
submit your recipe.

Andrina!

Dad, what are you doing here?

Thank you.

You're supposed to be sat
at a desk, taking it easy.

Catherine called
me. I thought...

I thought I should come.

Ah.

Are you... OK?

It was a bit of a shock,

but I am absolutely fine.

Seriously, tough as nails, me.

Runs in the family.

Right, you're
supposed to be keeping

that blood pressure
down, remember?

How could I forget when
you keep reminding me?

Come on, then,

you can drop me off on
your way back to work.

Miss Duvall

did you know Stanley Drake?

Every year, Drake selects
an upcoming chef to fund.

This year it's me, but,
um, we'd never met before.

I'd been a fan for years.

He was... iconic.

Just being associated
with Drake's name

opens so many doors.

What... What happened to him?

We believe he was poisoned.

We're trying to build
a picture of everything

Drake ate or drank today,

any foods he might have
come in contact with.

Can we see your recipe?

Um, the poison, would
it have hurt him?

We can't say anything for
certain at this point.

EXHALES

Miss Duvall, that's
all we need for now.

Why don't you head home?

EXHALES

Well, we can add "iconic"
to "a great man".

Sounds like he
went out of his way

to help people
launch their careers.

Why would anyone want
to kill a man like that?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, Catherine! We were
gonna head round later.

There's something I
think you should know.

One of the chefs,
Lucky Clayborn, she...

EXHALES

We were best friends,
a long time ago,

but one day she left
the island suddenly,

and I never heard
from her again.

The competition was the
first time I'd seen her

in 30 years.

During the judging,

I saw her

steal something
from Drake's pocket.

It was.

Drake's hotel key fob.

All hotel key fobs

are logged on an
internal system.

The clerk confirms there
was only ever one key fob

for Drake's room.

It wasn't on his body.

So why would Lucky
Clayborn have taken it?

This is Drake's private suite.

Any luck, Darlene?

SIGHS There's no
food inside here

or any wrappers in the bin.

It doesn't look like he
ate anything in here today.

So the only thing we know
for sure that Drake ate today

was still the competition food.

There is something else that
I found that was strange.

NEVILLE: A laptop charger?

But there's no laptop.

There was no laptop
in his office either.

Now, I have searched this
room from top to bottom.

It's not here.

I checked Drake's diary.

Now, he was on a video
call this morning

with the board of the hotel.

Now, they've confirmed

that he was on his
laptop this morning.

Is that why Lucky
Clayborn took his key fob?

So she could steal his laptop?

What reason would she have
for wanting to do that?

Mr and Mrs Clayborn?
KNOCKS AT DOOR.

Oh, sorry, Inspector.

We're just on our
way out to dinner.

Was there something you needed?

Uh, I think I gave you all my
details back at the resort.

We're actually here
to see your wife.

That looks painful.

Oh, idiotic, more like. Hmm.

Last few minutes
of the competition.

Never rush when there's
a barbecue involved!

Uh, Lucky? Police are
here to see you, darling.

You two seem like

a different style
of chef to Drake.

Less bells and
whistles, more low-key.

We prefer "down to earth",
or "family-orientated".

Take it if you like, Inspector,

unless you're one
of those sandwiches

or chicken-and-chips
type of guys.

Hmm. Imagine.

CHUCKLES

Inspector, you wanted
to speak to me?

Yeah, I was just wondering,

why bother entering
the competition at all?

You don't seem to need
the fame or money.

I was raised here.

Saint Marie will
always be my home.

Had you met Drake
before the competition?

Briefly.

About 30 years ago, I
was looking for funding

to start a small partnership
here on Saint Marie.

Drake was visiting the
island, saw my potential

and he encouraged me to open
my own restaurant in Grenada.

I hadn't seen him
since then, though.

What's this about?

We have an eye witness

who saw you taking
Drake's room key fob

during the competition.

Ridiculous! I did
nothing of the sort!

Why on earth would I
take Drake's room key?

Well, that's what I
wanted to ask you.

Yes, well, your guess
is as good as mine.

It's nonsense, Inspector.

Who is this eye witness?

We're not at
liberty to disclose.

We know who it was.
Catherine Bordey.

I saw her glaring at Lucky
during the competition.

Inspector, you mustn't listen
to a word that woman says

about my wife.

She's still angry with Lucky

for leaving Saint
Marie years ago.

Catherine would say anything
to get Lucky into trouble.

Well, I don't know what
she thinks she saw,

but I did not take
Drake's key fob.

DRAKE ON DICTAPHONE: I can
see all their strengths

and all their
weaknesses. COUGHS.

Everybody has got
a pattern... COUGHS

and I can always,
always spot it.

COUGHS

Excuse me, I'm just
gonna get some water.

DICTAPHONE BEEPS

I've transcribed it, Inspector.

Andrina's Dictaphone
interview with Drake.

Poor thing, her being
there when he died.

She must be upset.

Yeah. Thank you.

That was Catherine.

She admits it was from
afar, but she's adamant

she saw Lucky steal the key fob.

Well, I don't doubt Catherine,

but Lucky and Drake hadn't
seen each other for 30 years.

Why would she break
into his hotel room

and steal his laptop?

And even if she did take it,

what does that have
to do with his death?

SIGHS Let's pick
this up tomorrow,

see if the toxicology
report confirms furium.

OK. Who's up for a
drink tonight, then?

Oh, er, I can't. I'm
working on my blog.

How's that going?

Well, it's not getting
that much engagement.

My last blog on conchology
only got four views,

but I think my next post is
gonna really kick things off.

OK, so you're out.

How about you two? Oh, sir, sir.

What is that?

I'm trying out a
new mosquito spray.

My next post is
going to be about

environmentally friendly
mosquito repellents.

SIGHS

Look, bro,

I am saying this
to you as a friend.

I think you should nuke it.

The blog, I mean.

Look, no offence, but
nobody is reading it.

Oh. Mm.

Don't you listen
to him, Inspector.

You need to make it personal.

Add a bit more

Neville Parker.

Yeah. Thanks, Darlene.

Right, you.

What, again? Another
girls' night out?

Actually, I was thinking I'd
take a rain check tonight.

Do I have to remind you that
it was you that asked me

to set up all
these double dates?

$5 says you'll be in bed by ten,

eating a bowl of cereal.

You're just annoyed because
you weren't invited.

Fine, I'll come.

Night, Marlon.

Night.

Ah. Hmm, smells excellent.

Good liberal use of jalapeño.

A dash more parsley,
though, for the garnish,

I'd say, finish it all off.

If you're hungry, the
menu is on the table.

No, I'm not here for dinner.

I came to speak to you.

Oh.

I just thought you ought to know

that you were mistaken

about Lucky taking
Drake's room key.

Mistakes are easily made

at our age.

But you really shouldn't
have gone to the police

without getting
your facts straight.

My facts were straight.

Not according to my wife.

Well, people can surprise you

especially Lucky.

Ha-ha! That's what
this is about, then.

You want to punish Lucky
for what she did to you.

No.

You can't forgive her,

so now you want to
get your own back.

That's not it.

What, so you're not
still upset with her?

Heh... You know, Lucky used
to go on and on about you,

like you were some great loss.

"My dear best friend
Catie Bordey."

But now I can see
that was all wrong.

Friendship is about love,

so if you ever cared about her,

you'll retract your statement
to the police about my wife.

I know, it really
was quite something.

CHUCKLES Um, what's going on?

Last night, Nao... Oh...

Naomi what?

My lips are sealed.

But it was pretty crazy.

NEVILLE: Morning. Toxicology in?

Yeah, er, Drake was
poisoned by furium.

Oh, good catch, Darlene.

"When consumed, furium
causes eye irritation,"

"blistering and swelling
of the mouth and throat,"

"ultimately causing
cardiac arrest."

Like I said, sir, shady stuff.

Naomi, did Andrina have
any photos of Drake

eating or drinking anything
during the competition

that wasn't the chefs' dishes?

NEVILLE SIGHS

Says here the amount of
furium found in Drake's system

would have killed him
within an hour, tops.

They put the estimated
time he ingested the poison

between 12:00 and 12:25.

That's during the tasting.

So, that confirms it, then.

Yeah. Drake was poisoned
by the competition food.

But how? It doesn't
make any sense.

How did someone
manage to poison him

without poisoning themselves?

SIGHS

Marlon, how did you get on
with the background checks?

SIGHS I've checked
all six chefs.

Not as much as a parking
ticket between them.

And I've been through all
the press photos again.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Anything useful
in Drake's notes?

Furium apparently has
a very peppery taste,

but all the dishes
were relatively spicy.

I've gone over Drake's notes

and nothing
particularly stands out.

"Pineapple salsa is too sharp."
"Callaloo is underdone."

It continues like that.

What about Drake's bruise?
Anything in the postmortem?

Well, it seems that
it occurred some time

the night before
the competition.

Apparently, Drake
didn't leave the resort

after the welcome drinks,

but the CCTV isn't up
and running there yet,

so we're not too sure.

So, all in all, so far,

we have absolutely
nothing to go on.

EXHALES Not quite.

I called my friend
Shanae at the council.

She said that Drake had
recently put in an application

to extend the original
site of the hotel.

Someone put in a
formal complaint.

A complaint? Why?

It seems as though
Drake's plan would involve

the bulldozing of a
local barbecue house,

the Phoenix.

No.

Sorry, sir, it's just

their crab cakes are quality.

It's a really popular
family restaurant

by the harbour. Locals only.

Bit of a "if you know it,
you know it" kind of place.

So who put in the complaint?

That's just it.

The objection came from
the chef of the Phoenix.

It just so happens

she was a contestant
in the competition.

Dionne Bertrand.

She states that Drake tricked

the elderly owner
of the business

into signing the land away.

It was their only income

and they would be
left destitute.

What did the council say?

Rejected her complaint.

The agreement was binding.

Apparently, Dionne was
furious when she was told,

cursing Drake's name.

Sounds like we need to
talk to Dionne Bertrand.

NEVILLE: So what do
we know about Dionne?

The file's pretty flimsy.

She arrived on the island ten
years ago from Martinique,

got a job here.

It was a run-down
sandwich shack.

She transformed it. Huh.

Miss Bertrand? We need to
ask you a few questions.

Kind of busy at the
moment, Inspector.

Come back later.

I'm afraid we can't.
This is important.

So is lunch.

And as you can
see, I'm on my own.

Ten minutes, round the back.

NAOMI: OK, thank you very much.

Well

the owners of the restaurant
certainly love her.

According to them,
Dionne's a model citizen.

So, go on, then, what is it?

What are you wasting
my time about now?

We'd like to know how you
felt about Stanley Drake.

I already told you.
He was amazing.

I had a huge amount
of respect for him.

That's not what we've heard.

Wha' dis? The
complaint you filed

against Drake
expanding the hotel.

You were angry he was going
to destroy your place of work.

Hardly a motive for murder.

I mean, there's
always other jobs.

NEVILLE: Wasn't just
a job, though, was it?

Sometimes, the
people we work with

become... family.

NAOMI: The owners would go
under without the restaurant.

You wanted to protect
them, didn't you?

They

took a chance on me
when no-one else would.

I'd been struggling.
No-one would employ me.

Working here

saved my life.

There was no way I was gonna
let Drake bulldoze this place.

I had to stop him.

Is that why you entered
the competition?

Yes, but it wasn't to kill him.

I was just...

SIGHS

I was going to humiliate him.

I made posters, tons of them,

outing him about
bulldozing this place.

People round here tink
him some kind of saint,

the great philanthropist.

I wanted to show
everyone that was a sham.

The posters were hidden
in my utensil bag.

I was gonna get them out
when he announced the winner.

Where are these posters now?

SIGHS In a bin on
Fishery Street.

I didn't kill him.

Why would I, when I had
a demonstration planned?

With the complaint, it
would point directly to me.

I may have done some tings
in my time, Inspector,

but I am not a murderer,

or an idiot.

CUSTOMER: Lovely, thank you.

Hello.

Oh! No, please.

Oh, you have it. No, please.

I... I prefer a pomelo.
It's softer on the palate.

I should continue my shopping.

You're never going to
forgive me, are you?

Some things are better
left in the past.

I'm sorry, Catie. What
else do you want from me?

I don't want anything
from you now, Lucky,

but back then I needed you.

We were supposed to
buy the bar together.

But instead, you just left
me a note and disappeared.

It took me five more years to
afford to buy it on my own.

I had a young child.

I needed my best friend.

Well, I did what I had to do.

What could I have possibly done
to make you treat me like that?

It wasn't about you!

NAOMI: Sir? Dionne
was telling the truth.

She was planning
a demonstration.

Oh.

So the plan was
to embarrass Drake

about bulldozing the
restaurant, not kill him.

Inspector, I've, um,
created a timeline

from all of Andrina's photos.

This is the launch event

the night before
the competition.

Drake had gathered
all the chefs together

to welcome them

a drinks reception
at the resort.

This is the next day,

the moment the competition
itself started.

Wait, this photo was taken
before the cooking started?

Mm-hm.

Just, er, zoom in there.

Look. What do you see?

Tristan Clayborn looking smug.

But look at his hand.

It's already got
the scrape on it.

And he said he got it
during the competition.

Why would he lie about that?

Let me see Drake's watch again.

Why the cracked watch?

NAOMI: Looks like he's
covering a bruise.

What if the bruise
on Drake's face

was caused by
someone hitting him

the night before
the competition?

Drake's a big guy,

so one punch might
catch him off guard,

but a second one, well, he'd
probably raise his hands

to defend himself.

Maybe crack the
face of his watch.

Cut glass like this,
well, that could leave

a nasty scratch on
somebody's knuckles.

TRISTAN: Inspector!

Mr Clayborn.

I know you're just
doing your job,

but this is becoming an
invasion of our privacy.

I'm afraid not
much stays private

during a murder
investigation, Mr Clayborn.

We need to talk to you about
that scrape on your hand.

I told you, I did it
during the competition.

Then how come it can
be clearly seen here,

before the competition
even started?

I... Tristan?

Where were you at 9pm

the night before
the competition?

That's what time
Drake's watch stopped.

We think he was attacked.

The glass cracked when he
tried to defend himself.

Would have left a nasty
scratch on the assailant.

NAOMI: A lot like
the one you've got.

The lab will confirm your DNA
is on the watch, Mr Clayborn.

Fine, I hit him!

Tristan, what did you do?!

Don't you dare judge me!
Not after what you've done!

What do you mean?

You were so insistent
on coming back here

for the competition.

We didn't need the
money or the publicity!

I knew you were
hiding something.

Then, when we got back
here two days ago,

I saw you got a
message - from him!

You believe Mrs Clayborn
cheated on you with Drake?

That's why you attacked him?

After the welcome
drinks. I confronted him.

Argh!

He confirmed it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

NAOMI: How long did
the affair last?

It wasn't an affair.

It was one night,
that's all it was.

Drake contacted me about
being in the competition

a couple of weeks
ago and we met up.

That's when it... just happened.

I really wish it hadn't.

Mrs Clayborn, if
you regretted it,

why still enter the competition?

Drake's laptop? Yes.

When I told him I
wasn't gonna take part,

he showed me photos

of our night together.

I didn't know he'd taken them.

They were intimate.

He was blackmailing you?

He needed the press attention

that Tristan and I could
bring to the competition.

He said he'd show
Tristan the photos

if I didn't take part.

I didn't even know Drake
would give me the photos back,

but during the
competition I thought,

"Well, I'll just
steal his key fob,"

and I went to his room.

I know what you're thinking,
but I had the photos back.

I didn't need to kill Drake.

The secret was safe.

Why didn't you
say that you knew?

Because

it would have made it real.

What?

Drake said you loved him, Lucky,

that you had all these years.

If I told you, I
knew you'd leave.

It would all be over.

Everything we've built!

Infidelity doesn't fit with
the Clayborn brand, huh?

No, it really doesn't.

And the brand is
what Tristan loves

more than anything else.

He'd never kill Drake.

He couldn't handle
the bad press.

MARLON: Hoo! This case
is making me hungry.

And I am out of doughnuts.

SINGS: Ooh-ooh...

Uh, don't!

I just can't get that song

out of my head for some reason.

MARLON: Wait.

Naomi just looked at you

like she wanted to barbecue you.

Now, I know that look.

What's the reason it's
stuck in your head?

Is it because of
last night? Hmm?

Ahem! Hmm?

Any luck with Drake's
laptop? Er, yes, sir. So

other than Lucky's pictures,

um, everything else just
relates to the business.

All appears above board.

So, a dead end, basically.

So, who could have
poisoned Drake?

MARLON: Well, Tristan
does have strong motive,

and he did attack Drake.

Yeah, he's clearly capable
of losing his temper.

He did punch him.

But poison? That feels
meticulous, planned.

Does he really have that in him?

DARLENE: What about Lucky?

She's certainly
careful and meticulous.

She could have poisoned Drake.

Yeah, but she got
her photos back.

And besides, she has no motive.

Drake's basically responsible
for her entire career.

And then there's Dionne.

NAOMI: She was
desperate to stop Drake

from bulldozing the Phoenix,

but...

But why would she kill him

after she'd humiliated
him as planned?

None of it feels... right.

And if it is one
of our suspects,

then how did they
manage to poison him

without poisoning themselves?

They ate the same food as Drake,

and they're all perfectly fine.

It's late.

Tomorrow, let's do a
deep background check

on their work and
financial situations,

see if anything comes up.

SIGHS

Inspector

how did it go updating the blog?

Oh.

Uh...

Oh. You were right.

Why bother writing a bio
when a photo says it all?

It shows that I care
about the environment

but I'm also a
little bit quirky.

It was great advice, Darlene.
That's not exactly what...

Can't wait for the views
to start rolling in. Night.

CHUCKLES

So, I was thinking,

perhaps when I
get some time off.

I could come visit you.

You could show me your London.

If you might have
the time, of course.

Hmm?

Oh, um, right, yeah.

Sure.

Are you sure you're OK?

Actually, um.

I'm feeling a little tired, so

think I'm gonna head off.

I can call a cab for us.

Oh, no, I mean, I would
like to have the walk.

But, uh, I'll see you later.

POP MUSIC PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES

DRAKE COUGHS: Excuse me, I'm
just gonna get some water.

ANDRINA: Mr Drake?

SELWYN: Andrina!

Andrina! PANTS.

Dad? What...? Tell me
you didn't run here!

Are you insane?

You are supposed to
be taking it easy.

TURNS MUSIC OFF I just...

I know you are not OK!

I can see that you don't
want to talk about it,

but I just want you to know

whatever you need,

I'm here for you.

SIGHS

How do you deal with
it? Seeing those things

and... not to mention...

SIGHS

You get over it.

But you should never
get used to it.

Well, I thought I
was pretty tough,

being a Harper.

I think being tough

isn't about not
letting it affect you.

It's about being honest

with how you feel.

Thanks, Dad.

NEVILLE: I don't know, Mum.

Not one person has
even liked the blog.

Not one.

Even with the photo. I just...

I'm thinking maybe I
should just nuke it.

What do you think?

Oh, well, thanks for
the vote of confidence.

MESSAGE ALERT Oh, hold on.

Ha! I don't believe it!

My first comment!

Oh, Darlene was right,

just needed a bit
more Neville Parker.

Huh, SunsetChaser, eh?

Hmm!

OK, yes. Yeah, that is great.
That is fantastic, thank you.

A breakthrough?

Yeah. So, it was
bugging me. Dionne.

Why does she work
at the Phoenix?

She said no-one else
would employ her.

Exactly. Why? She's
clearly a great chef.

There's nothing in
her file to suggest

she's ever been in
any kind of trouble.

And that's when it hit me.

There's nothing in her
file at all before 2014,

when she came to Saint Marie.

No birth certificate, no
school records, nothing.

It's like she never existed.

She might have changed her name?

Right. So, I checked
her date of birth

with the Martinique records, and

Emilia Bertrand.

And Emilia does have
a criminal record.

She was charged in 2013
with criminal damage

when she drunkenly
took a baseball bat

to the windscreen
of her boss's car.

Huh, well, we've all wanted
to do that, haven't we?

I-I mean, er, who
was her boss... sir?

Stanley Drake.

That was the Stanley
Drake Foundation.

They confirm Emilia Bertrand

was one of the first
recipients of Drake's scheme.

Huh.

He's dead. It is what it is.

Celeste? I should leave.

Whoa! Whoa! Are you OK?

I didn't know you
two knew each other.

We don't.

Only met her a
couple of days ago.

I'm opening up in ten
minutes. What do you want now?

What was all that about?

SIGHS She was upset about Drake.

Wanted to talk about him.

I told her I was
the wrong audience.

I never met him before
the competition.

Well, that's not
true, is it, Emilia?

EXHALES

No-one's called me that
in a very long time.

Not since...

Since you were found
guilty of criminal damage?

We know that just
over ten years ago

you took a baseball
bat to Drake's car.

Why?

I wasn't ready for the pressures

of an elite kitchen.

I didn't cope well with it.

One night, I got drunk

and creative with
a baseball bat.

It was a stupid mistake.

A mistake that cost you
your Drake scholarship.

Can't imagine it was easy
to find work after that.

You think I killed
Drake because of that?

You're mad!

The charges were brought by
the Foundation, not Drake.

Drake actually provided me

with a character
reference in court.

It was his good word that
meant I avoided prison.

He was my guardian
angel in that moment.

He must have been surprised
to see you at the competition.

He didn't recognise me.

Clearly, he'd moved on from
the past, and so had I.

I didn't kill him.

MARLON: So, this crazy thing
you did the other night

I've got it.

The music was too
loud in the bar,

so you arrested somebody.

Classic Naomi.

MUTTERS DARLENE: Thank you.

Well?

The district attorney
in Martinique confirms

that it was Drake's
character reference

that allowed Emilia
Bertrand to avoid prison.

So it's not a motive,

but she has been violent
towards him in the past.

She certainly has
an angry streak.

It's kind of surprising

that Celeste would go
to her for support.

When you're upset,

you don't really
think things through.

TUTS Poor girl.

But why is Celeste so upset?

I mean, she'd only met
Drake the day before

at the competition.

I know he was her icon,

but it's kind of
a strong reaction

for someone you've
only just met.

She was seriously
struggling with her grief.

Looked like she'd gone
through the wringer.

Hold on.

Marlon, tell me again,

what did the toxicology
notes say about the symptoms?

Uh...

"When consumed, furium
causes eye irritation,"

"blistering and swelling
to the mouth and throat."

Oh, no.

Are you OK?

What if she wasn't upset at all?

We need to get to her now!

TYRES SCREECH

Celeste?!

Celeste? Oh, no.

Celeste?

Call an ambulance.

Rum!

Tristan! I said

rum.

You seem like you've
already had quite a few.

Time to call it a day, no?

Perhaps go home to your wife.

Huh! She's not my wife any more.

It's over.

She cheated on me,

with Stanley Drake,
of all people.

What? Mm.

She confessed,

when your friends
came sniffing around.

Turns out there are photos

of Lucky and Drake together.

You know the kind.

Photos?

Of Lucky with Drake?

That doesn't sound like her.

Reckon he always fancied her.

Probably why he gave her
that big break 30 years ago.

Now... get me my rum!

I won't ask again.

And I won't ask
you again to leave.

So... take your bottle

and your self-pity

and get out!

Unless you want me
to call the police.

Why would anyone want
to poison Celeste?

Maybe she was an accident.

Maybe her competition food
was the one that was poisoned.

But Drake's twice her size.

If she'd have been
poisoned at the same time

she would also have died,
and probably much quicker.

What's going on?

So what happened? Was
it furium poisoning?

Celeste's doctor confirmed it.

So, how is she doing?

She responded well
to the treatment.

They think she'll be able
to be discharged shortly.

She's refusing to speak, though.

NEVILLE: Could that be it?

Could someone have poisoned
Celeste to silence her?

How did you get on with
her phone, Darlene?

I've been looking through
her messages with her mum.

Now, they are all
full of excitement.

She can't wait to meet Drake,
it's a dream come true.

They chat back and forth

until the day before
the competition.

Her mum asks her,

"What was it like
to meet Drake?"

and Celeste just
responds, "Fine."

And the rest of her
responses after that

are just one-word answers.

And that's weird?

If I was that excited
about something,

I'd want to tell my
mother all about it.

NEVILLE: So Celeste's
enthusiasm for Drake

just suddenly

disappears.

Why?

Well, they do say,
"Never met your idols."

That's the only reason I
haven't met The Rock... yet.

No.

No, she was a huge fan of his.

It has to be more than that.

Something happened.

Inspector, I need to see
the event photos again

all of them.

Thought I might find you here.

I'm sorry, Catie, but if
you've come here to have a go,

I'm really not up for it.

I'm not.

We sat here the night we
decided to buy the bar.

Do you remember?

You were so excited.

Yeah.

And then I left.

Because Drake gave
you the chance

to open your own restaurant.

"Catie, I'm leaving."

"I'm sorry."

That was all your note said.

I was so hurt when I read it.

But.

I never asked myself

why didn't you
tell me to my face?

I felt guilty.

No.

I don't think that's it.

I think there's another reason.

I don't know what you mean.

Something happened, didn't it

that made you want to get

as far away from
here as possible?

Something that was too hard

to tell me about.

I...

What did Drake do, Lucky?

Sorry, I... can't.

No.

NEVILLE: What are
you thinking, Naomi?

NAOMI: The only picture
of Celeste and Drake

the day of the competition.

And she's right on the end.
She doesn't look very happy.

She's as far away as
she can possibly be.

Compare it to the picture
taken the day before

at the set-up event.

And if that's the
case, what if...?

DICTAPHONE BEEPS

DRAKE: Everybody's got
a pattern... COUGHS

and I can always,
always spot it.

COUGHS

I need to see Drake's notes.

"Pineapple salsa is too sharp."

"Callaloo is underdone."

CELESTE: The poison,
would it have hurt him?

LUCKY: He saw my potential.

TRISTAN: Don't
you dare judge me.

Not after what you've done!

It was his good word that
meant I avoided prison.

CELESTE: Being associated
with Drake's name

opens so many doors.

It's all here.

CATHERINE: Neville?

I just spoke to Lucky and, er.

I'm worried.

Her spending the
night with Drake...

You think it's something
else, don't you?

Mm.

So do we.

So, you know who killed Drake?

Yeah.

I just wish I didn't.

Thank you all for coming.

Where's Tristan?

Er, we didn't feel it
would be appropriate

for him to be here.

Please.

We know what happened,

everything that happened.

We know how Stanley Drake
was killed at the competition

and why.

So go on, enlighten us.

Stanley Drake was killed by

all three of you.

You each put a small
amount of poison

into your dishes.

Not enough that would
kill you individually,

but a combined amount

that would be enough
to kill Drake.

Drake's notes. Your dish, Lucky.

"Callaloo is underdone."

Yours, Dionne - "Pineapple
salsa is too sharp."

And Celeste - "Scotch bonnet
unbalances the flavours."

So?

NEVILLE: You're all
accomplished chefs.

These are mistakes a
beginner might make.

Now, one of you might slip
up. I could believe that,

but all three of you? Experts?

No,

not unless you were
covering something up.

The taste of a small
dose of furium.

Your lipstick, Lucky.

We know from the cookbooks

it's not your usual look.

Not on brand.

It's to hide something.

A burn from when you
tasted the furium

in your callaloo sauce.

And, Dionne,

we believe you weren't

fidgeting your fingers
because you're nervous.

They're blistered from
when you were making

the pineapple stack.

Celeste, you put it in both

the fish marinade and the veg.

That's why you became
more ill than the others.

It's circumstantial at best.

We'd never met before the
competition. We're strangers.

You were strangers, but
I think you discovered

that you all had
something in common.

Listen, this isn't
my story to tell,

but I want to say
that I am sorry

that you felt murder
was your only option.

But for what it's
worth, we are here now

and we are listening.

This is your chance to
set the record straight.

You all deserve to be heard.

LUCKY SIGHS

About 30 years ago.

I was short on my
side of the deposit

when I was buying
the bar with Catie.

Drake was on Saint Marie

and I approached
him as an investor.

He asked me to meet
him in his hotel room,

and that's when he...

I've tried to forget it.

I've tried to be so
far away from it.

I never thought I'd
have to see him again.

Then last month he contacted me
about being in the competition.

Seeing him again

smelling that cologne.

I just froze.

And he did it again.

This time with photographs.

He was an animal.

I was 19.

After what he said,
no-one would believe me.

He was the great,
powerful Stanley Drake

and I was a nobody.

He gave me the
character reference

in exchange for my silence.

I thought I was the only one he

until the night before
the competition.

He said if I didn't sleep
with him, he'd ruin my career.

GASPS

Eventually, I told them.

LUCKY: We had no evidence.
He was clever like that.

So we decided to
stop him our way.

We extracted the
furium that night.

We put a small amount
of furium in each dish.

LUCKY: He deserved it.

COUGHS

Everything he's taken from us

it had to stop.

I'd do it again.

So would I.

Me too.

It's not right.

They shouldn't have to
pay for what he did.

They were intensely
provoked, Neville.

I know.

What will happen to them?

Well, it'll go
before the courts,

and hopefully the
judge will be lenient,

but there's no guarantee

unless more victims
come forward.

Then we need to
encourage them to do so.

He must have done
it to so many women.

They deserve to
tell their story.

LUCKY: Inspector.

I've given my statement.

All of it.

The others are
gonna do the same.

I'll give you a minute.

Thank you.

I'm going to do everything I can

to make sure his
crimes come to light.

I'll put my weight behind it,

prove to the justice system

you all deserve
lenient sentences.

Thanks, Catie.

Thank you for the other
night, for being there.

I was...

I'm your father.

Just knowing that
I wasn't alone,

that there was someone
who would just... listen,

meant a lot,

and... made me think.

When I get back home next week,

I am going to write
an expose on Drake,

so that it reaches

as many of his
victims as possible.

My editor says that, with
Mayor Bordey's support,

we can set up a helpline

to make sure that
Drake's victims

have access to support, if
they want to come forward.

That would be extremely
useful for the case.

Well, this is how
it's looking so far.

What do you think?

I love it.

So, when Darlene and I

went out drinking, I,
um... CLEARS THROAT

may or may not have

volunteered to do some karaoke.

Darlene kindly recorded it.

SINGS

MARLON LAUGHS

It's terrible. I'm
so embarrassed.

Why? You're amazing.
No, it's not really me.

MARLON: What if it is, though?
I mean, look, you look so free.

I don't like getting like that.

Bad things tend to happen
when I get like that.

Some good things
happen too, though.

Well, now I have to
hear that properly.

Mm.

Microphone.

Inspector, you have to see this.

Naomi is crazy, crazy talented.

Come on, we're
getting to the chorus.

♪ Got my head on straight,
I got my vibe right

♪ Ain't gonna let you kill it

♪ See, I wouldn't change my life

♪ My life's just fine

♪ Fine, fine

♪ Ooh, fine, fine

♪ Fine, ooh

♪ Fine, fine, fine, ooh

♪ I wouldn't change my life

♪ My life's just fine. ♪

Will you marry me?
Did you have any idea

he was gonna propose?
No, none at all.

LIGHT BULB POPS AND
ELECTRICITY FIZZLES

The power company
traced the power surge

to this substation.

Voltage meter,
screwdriver, gloves.

Looks like he was
stealing electricity,

but why wasn't he wearing
his safety gloves?

Isn't it obvious?

Ellis killed himself.

MARLON: So you told a person,

"I try to be as
erotic as I can."

Yes. What's up there?

You need a search warrant.

Whoa!