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TV ANNOUNCER: And a very good
morning to all our viewers.

You're watching the Saint Marie
Broadcasting Corporation.

Coming up at 8.00,
it's the island's favourite show,

Today With Tourne.

# Welcome to paradise

# Welcome to paradise... #

Morning, Benny. Morning, Mr Tourne.

How are you today, sir?

Fabulous, Benny, fabulous.

Each new day is a gift.
Never forget that.

That's why they call it the present.

Where's Henri?

Er, no sign of him yet, boss.

You've got no right to do this,
Henri. This is censorship!

Melanie, please, my hands are tied.

If it was down to me...
It IS down to you.

You're the editor in chief.

But you must see
we have a duty to be impartial...

We have a duty to tell the truth.

And we all know the truth is
subjective.

I'm sorry, Melanie,
but I've made my decision.

STUDIO CHATTER

Ah, Henri! You're alive.

I was about to send out
for the coastguard.

Sorry, Garfield, just a...

Just a little bit of business to
deal with, all taken care of now.

On air in 35, Mr T. Thank you.

OK. OK, guys, let's do it, please.
Let's do it.

Honestly, Mum, it's the biggest
story I've ever worked on.

When this breaks,
it's going to blow up.

Coming up, we'll be showing you
new ways to cook plantain.

But first, we go live to
my favourite reporter -

and I'm not just saying that
because I'm her father.

Where are you today, Helene?

Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay
to investigate rumours...

You'd better go and pick Melanie up.
Don't want to keep her waiting.

Sure thing, Henri.

Sounds like a story you could really
get your claws into!

Over to you, my love.

It was three months ago when
fishermen first noticed something...

..well...fishy.

Elmina. Ready for your close-up?

Just be gentle with me, Garfield.

I knocked three times, boss,
but I don't think she's home.

Five minutes, Benny!

Hold the phone. Here she come now.

OK!

Voters trust me, Garfield.

When I promised to fix
those contaminated pipes,

they knew I'd be true to my word.

MELANIE SCREAMS
Help me, please!

Help! Hang on, Melanie!

Help me, please! Help!

WATER SPLASHES

Melanie!

Hey!

MUSIC: Hard Road to Travel
by Jimmy Cliff

# I've got a hard road to travel
And a rough, rough way to go... #

WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH

# Said it's a hard road to travel
And a rough, rough way to go

# But I can't turn back
My heart is fixed

# My mind's made up
I'll never stop

# My faith will see, see me through

# Let me tell ya... #

And Rene's been missing for a month,
you say, Madame Fossier? Yes.

I shall make it my personal mission
to track him down.

Thank you.

Good morning.
Are you here to report a crime?

Actually, no.

But you look like you could
use some help, sir.

I am very grateful
you answered my SOS, DS Cassell.

But, erm, are you quite sure you
are ready to return to active duty?

Life has to go on, sir.

Your message was a bit
cryptic, though.

What happened to the others?
You may well ask.

A month ago, Madeleine was offered
a promotion back in Paris

and she managed to secure Ruby
a secondment.

Oh, I am so sorry, Commissioner.

Rosey had arranged
a midwife appointment

first thing this morning, but I had
no idea it would last so long.

You know, the fact that there's two

just makes everything
twice as complicated.

Have you thought of any names, JP?
Sarge!

I don't think I've ever been
so pleased to see anyone.

Thank you. Welcome back.

A woman has been found dead
in her pool.

We'd better get ourselves
over there.

Erm, what about the new DI?

ON TV: And finally,

for a chance to win this
Fabulous Family Encyclopaedia,

how many Apollo missions
landed on the moon?

Oh, come on!

I'll bet even you know that,
eh, Harry? Six.

Dial in now if you know the answers.

Lines are open for the next hour

and all calls are charged
at the standard rate...

Oh, what're you showing a repeat
for? This is supposed to be live!

..later in the show, we speak to
a man from Port Royal who claims

to have the largest collection...
HE GROANS

..of fish hooks on the island.
Hello? Come on in, it's open.

Oh. Erm... Oh!

I heard you needed help,
so I came over as fast as I could.

Thank you. I've been drinking
loads of iced water,

but I can't seem to get
my basal temperature down.

Erm, there's this rash, I'm not
sure if it's a symptom, but...

Whoa! What are you doing?

Did Dr Mundle not send you?

I'm DS Cassell... DS Cassell.

Yes, sure. Of course you are.
Er... Jolly good.

I came to tell you a woman's been
found dead in her pool. Excellent.

I mean, it's not excellent,
it's terrible, but...erm...

I'll just get myself together...

Would you mind filling this with
some fresh water and ice, please,

DS Cassell, while I...
change out of my PJs?

Can I ask exactly what is
wrong with you? Oh, nothing.

Er, just a touch of
sick building syndrome.

As long as I completely avoid
the police station,

I'll be absolutely fine.

OK, so the victim is Melanie Sharpe.

She's a News Presenter for the Saint
Marie Broadcasting Corporation.

She's 25 years old,
British, lived alone

and has only been on the island
for six months.

Who called it in?
A studio runner, Benny Morgan.

Melanie's show was due to
start at ten o'clock.

He arrived to collect her at 9.30,

just as she was coming back
from her morning run.

Five minutes, Benny!

Now, he said that he was waiting
outside when she cried out for help.

He can hear her struggling
with someone.

SCREAMING

When he came round here,

he saw someone disappear
through those bushes.

Hey!

He runs round here.

And that's when he sees Melanie
floating in the pool, dead.

I see you've managed to rouse
yourself from your sick bed,

DI Parker. How stoic of you.

Thank you, Commissioner.

OK, so the body
was found in the pool,

but the pressure marks on the neck
are consistent with strangulation.

And that grouting wants
looking at, too.

The place has been ransacked,

which suggests the killer
was searching for something.

The victim was out for a run. Maybe
she disturbed them on her return.

Sir, the laptop seems to be missing.

Not much in the fridge, sir.
Just coconut water and Spirulina.

Looks like she cared about
her health.

Book shelves show that she was
an intellectually curious feminist.

Non-specific art and a lack
of personal effects

suggest this was a rental property.

We know she'd not been
on the island long.

Although she'd already
made friends here.

That's Helene Tourne.

She and her father are big names
on the island.

Melanie would have worked with
them at the TV studios. Whoa!

A sauna? What do you need a sauna
in the Caribbean for?

The whole island's one giant sauna!

Maybe she used it to relax her
muscles after her run.

HE SNEEZES, GROANS
Oh, no!

Let me guess -
sick building syndrome?

More like pungent cushion syndrome.
Can you not smell that?!

Oh, patchouli. Patchouli?

Yeah, yeah, it's a species of plant
from the family Lamiaceae.

I've seen it growing
all over the island.

It's often used in aftershaves.

OK.

So if the killer was after Melanie's
laptop, but it was in plain sight,

why leave such a god-awful mess?

HE SNEEZES

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you about him,
but I was afraid you wouldn't come.

JP, we're going to go talk
with Melanie's colleagues

at the TV station. Can you go
door-to-door with the neighbours

and see if any of them witnessed
anything? Sure thing, sir.

I shall assist you, Sergeant Hooper.

Er, that's very kind of you,
Commissioner,

but I think I'll be OK.

Now you're a sergeant,
you need an officer.

So until such time as Ruby returns,
I shall take her place.

Don't worry. I shan't expect
any preferential treatment.

Should we call you
Officer Patterson?

No, you should not. OK.

Melanie was a first-rate journalist.

I can't begin to make sense of this.

She was such a nice lady.

And proper smart, you know?

She knew things I'd never
even heard of.

Like, she was always talking about
"patriarchy". I had to look it up.

I just wish I could've
saved her, or...

You did everything you could, Benny.

Can you think of anyone
who might have wished her harm? No.

No. I mean, when you are
in the public eye,

there is always people
who take against you,

but, no, not to this extent.

Ah! This is Helene Tourne,
our roving reporter.

Helene, this is DI Parker
and DS Cassell.

They'd like to ask everyone
a few questions.

Sorry, we know
it's a difficult time,

especially since Melanie
and you were so close.

We hadn't known each other long, but
she'd become one of my best friends.

Oh, it's just too horrible!

Can you all account for
your whereabouts this morning?

I was doing a broadcast about
the crabs taking over Crescent Bay.

I got back about half an hour ago.

Monsieur Pigal?

Er, a quick breakfast,
with my wife and children,

and came straight over. You were
late, though, boss, remember?

You said you had some business
to take care of.

NEVILLE SNEEZES
Bless you. That's a...

That's a very distinctive aftershave
you're wearing, Monsieur Pigal.

Patchouli?

I smelt something very similar on
Melanie's sofa, about an hour ago.

Erm, yeah, I'm sorry.
Actually, now I think about it,

I did visit her very briefly
this morning, 7am or so.

We had a small disagreement
to resolve.

What kind of disagreement?

Just editorial stuff.

How long were you there for?

Er, 15 minutes at the most.

I had to get back here for
Garfield's show, at 8.00.

I'm afraid I lack the words

to convey the loss
I'm feeling right now.

If there's anything I can do,
anything at all...

We must find justice for
that poor, sweet girl.

You two were obviously close?
We thought the world of each other.

Would you mind talking us through
your movements

this morning, Mr Tourne?

I arrived just after 7.00 to get
ready, I was on air at 8.00.

I'd just finished an interview
when Henri broke the news.

Of course I couldn't carry on.

We had to switch to a tape of
yesterday's show.

Yeah. I caught some of that.

You might want to think about
making your quiz a bit tougher.

Sorry, do you mind
not touching those?

I'm rather particular
about my shirts.

I have them made for me in Italy.

Mr Tourne, had...

Had Melanie spoken to you
about any concerns she had

about threats or enemies?

Yeah, and... Sorry, do you put on
a clean shirt for every show?

Of course.

Er, no.

If she had, I would have told her
to come straight to you.

And I'm sorry, just to clarify,
the shirt you're wearing now

is the same one you were wearing
for the show today? Yes.

And you changed into it when
you got here just after 7.00?

Forgive me, Detective Inspector,

but I can't quite see what my shirt
has to do with Melanie.

Oh, I'm just struck by the fact
that you've lost a button,

right there in the middle.

Huh!

I see why you're a detective.
Nothing escapes you.

Thought you would have noticed.

You'll have to excuse me.

I need to start finding the words to
tell the viewers about poor Melanie.

So, if there are
no further questions?

Thank you for your time.

Oh! OK, sir, so that's all 14 houses
completed on this side.

And none of them noticed
anything suspicious this morning.

How about you? 21.

Oh, well done, sir.

How did you do so many so fast?

No. I mean number 21.

As in just number 21?

Charming lady - invited me in
for some pineapple cake.

Very good it was, too.

This is just the sort of
hands-on policing I've missed.

Yeah, but, sir, erm...

That means we've still got
18 addresses left on the list.

Key to gathering evidence,
Sergeant Hooper -

depth, not breadth.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a
surfeit of paperwork to catch up on.

I'm sure you can take care
of the rest of it.

Did you see his reaction when
I mentioned the missing button?

He got a bit defensive, didn't he?

He changed the subject,
like I'd touched a nerve.

Or maybe he was just confused by how
obsessed you were with his shirts.

SCOFFS: So much for
being devastated.

Could he be any more chipper?

He's a TV star. He's used to
putting on a professional face.

I reckon it might be worth
another shufty at Melanie's house.

My point is, it's not just
some polyester job

he's bought down the market.
These are hand-stitched.

A button's not just going to
pop off, is it?

I am not an expert on buttons -
unlike you, it seems.

Aha! Yes! I knew it!

HE LAUGHS

All right, it's not quite a smoking
gun, but it's a pretty good start.

It can't have been missing
when he put the shirt on,

cos he would have noticed it then.

So he must've left the studio
and gone to Melanie's house.

You can't honestly think
he's the killer.

He was on air when she died.

He's hiding something.
I can feel it.

What was he doing
at Melanie's house?

And how did he lose that button?

I think I need another drink.

Sir? Oh, no, I'd better not.

I like to get home before
the mozzies come out in force.

If I can get the nets up
and the citronella candles lit,

I've got a fighting chance.

Another drink for you but nothing
for our English friend?

How did you guess?

He's really been here three months?

You'd think he'd just arrived.
I know.

I've done my best, but it's like
he still thinks he's in England.

SHE LAUGHS

It's so lovely to see you, Florence.

How does it feel to be back?

I'm not quite sure yet.

Ask me again in a few weeks' time.

By the way, sir, I meant to ask
if you're feeling better now.

Oh... Fine, yes, thank you.

Like I say, as long as I avoid
the station.

And it just came on suddenly?

Last week, out of the blue.

There has to be
a logical explanation.

There is - mould spores
and contaminants.

Trust me,
I did a deep dive on Google.

Ah! How was your
"chicken chips" tonight?

Spot on again, thank you, Catherine,

although if you could ask Chef
to do one less grind

of the old pepper mill tomorrow.
I'll let him know. Thank you.

You eat the same thing every night?

They make it for me specially.

And you're never tempted
to try something new?

Why take the risk?

Night-night, then, DS Cassell.

Thanks for all your
industrious work today,

scrabbling around for buttons
and whatnot.

I'm hoping this is
going to be the start

of a really productive partnership.

I hope so, too. Goodnight, sir.

You promised me no complications.

Trust me, Elmina.

Everything is in hand.

If anything, our lives just got
a great deal easier.

MUSIC: Twelve Minutes To Go
by The Skatalites

You can't avoid the station forever.

Honestly, sir, I've had
the windows open all night

and I've been burning sage.

I'd better get my thermos,
just in case.

So far, so good. And the smell's
pleasantly reminiscent

of my gran's sage-and-onion
stuffing.

PATTERSON CLEARS THROAT
Right.

So, six months ago, Melanie Sharpe
became SMBC's news presenter.

But somewhere along the line,
she made herself an enemy.

You're not suggesting
Garfield Tourne is a suspect?

He couldn't explain why he was
missing a button from his shirt,

and we found this on Melanie's
living-room floor.

Which proves what exactly?

Well, it proves that,
contrary to his claims,

he was at Melanie's house
the morning of her murder.

How do you even know
it's the same button?

Well, we can't be 100% sure, but
my instinct tells me it has to be.

The postmortem confirms that
Melanie was strangled by

someone with large hands - probably
a man - at 9.30 that morning.

So, given that Garfield Tourne
was on air between 8.00 and 10.00,

I think we can safely rule him out -
don't you, Inspector?

PHONE VIBRATES

Sir, I spoke to
Melanie's mother earlier.

She told her she was working
on a big expose.

MELANIE: Honestly, Mum, it's the
biggest story I've ever worked on.

An expose?

Maybe that's why the killer
wanted the laptop. Hm.

Well, let's contact
her network provider,

see what her emails have to say.

Meanwhile, let's make a start
on her colleagues.

Henri Pigal was made editor in chief
ten years ago.

Helene is Garfield's daughter,
as we know.

They are Saint Marie's
favourite family.

Last year, they even brought out
a bestselling cookbook together -

A Taste Of Tourne.

Helene's due to start her own
primetime lifestyle show next month.

Benny's been there a year.

They seem to have a high turnover
of runners.

Most only last a few months.

Given that Benny's not
the sharpest knife in the drawer,

you have to wonder
how he's lasted so long.

OK, so that was
Melanie's neighbour, Audrey.

Now, apparently,
she witnessed an argument

between Melanie and Garfield
on the 21st of December.

According to Audrey,
he tried to force himself on her.

Melanie had to push him off...

MELANIE: Get your hand off me!

..and Audrey clearly
heard her say...

Stay away from me, you pig!

We have a motive.

Time for another word
with Mr Tourne.

Seven consecutive
People's Choice awards -

that's got to be
something of a record.

Of all the awards I've been
blessed with, these are the ones

that really count because
they're voted for by the public.

It's humbling. I'm sure. Can't be
easy keeping your feet on the ground

when you're so widely adored.

Oh!

"Garfield Tourne Media Wing"? Wow!

The thought of all those young minds
who might be inspired

to follow in my footsteps,
it's such an honour.

I do hope both of you
will come to the launch.

Are you sure I can't get you
something to drink?

My housekeeper Claudette
makes the most delicious lemonade.

How is she with sewing on buttons?

We found this on
Melanie's living-room floor.

SCOFFS: You don't think...

You're not suggesting this is
the missing button from my shirt?

You haven't been entirely
honest with us, Mr Tourne.

You told us you and Melanie
were close,

but the truth is she accused
you of being a "pig".

Look, Melanie could be naive.

I accept my advice
wasn't always welcome...

Do you deny that you tried to
assault her on 21st December?

Now, hold on, young lady.

That's a very serious allegation
you're making. It certainly is.

Wouldn't do much for your
wholesome reputation, would it?

I imagine you'd do anything
to keep that quiet.

All right, I hold my hands up.

I gave her a lift home
after the work Christmas party.

I misread her signals. That's all.

It was a total overreaction
on her part.

Can we take a look at the shirt
with the missing button,

just to see if this fits?

No doubt it's already been
repaired and laundered,

so I couldn't even tell you
which shirt it was.

I've a dozen just like it.

Claudette's terribly efficient.

I still don't understand how the
button came off in the first place.

You said yourself,
those shirts aren't cheap.

You'd have to really pull hard,
like, say, in a struggle.

Every shirt in the world has
buttons on it. Coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidences,
Mr Tourne. I believe in evidence.

Then here's some evidence for you.

When Melanie was killed,
I was on live television.

And there are 80,000 witnesses
to the fact.

So may I suggest you point
the finger at somebody else?

He's hiding something.
I can feel it in my gut.

And given there's a hundred million

nerve cells in there,
I'm inclined to trust it.

Right, sir, Sarge...

..so I've just come back from
talking to the crew at the studios.

And one of the sound operators,
Eric, said that

he picked up some major tension
between Melanie and Helene

on their microphones
the day before the murder.

MELANIE: I don't want to
talk to you, Helene.

You're no better than he is.

HELENE: You have to stop this.

It was just a minor disagreement
between two friends.

Doesn't sound minor -
"You have to stop this."

It sounds like a threat to me.

Why would I be threatening Mel?

Perhaps you knew about
the accusations she'd made

against your father. So this
was you trying to warn her off,

protect your old man.

What he did to Melanie
is indefensible.

I know what kind of man
my father is.

I've seen what he put my mother
through - the endless cheating.

Yet you're still happy to play
the devoted daughter.

That book bought me a house
on the beach.

I am not naive.

I know what the Tourne brand
is worth.

But for now,
it's the price I have to pay.

So, what did you mean exactly -
"You have to stop this"?

Things changed after
the business with my father.

Overnight, Mel became cold, aloof.

I was begging her to stop it,

go back to how we were.

But you never got the chance.

PATTERSON CHUCKLES

Sir, we really need
to get to the station.

We got our reports to write up.

Really, sir, I've got so much to do.

One thing at a time,
Sergeant Hooper.

Bernice was kind enough
to give me this on the house.

I think I might have to
skip the station.

I have an important brunch meeting
I need to prepare for,

if you wouldn't mind dropping
me off at The Royale Hotel?

And maybe you could distribute
the rest of these.

Is this really a priority, sir?

I gave Madame Fossier my word.

JP SIGHS

You look exhausted, JP.

I didn't think the twins were due
for another two weeks.

It's my new officer.
I've completely lost control of him.

I didn't know you had a new officer.

What's his name? Selwyn Patterson.

Hm. The man refuses to do any work,

but I can't say anything
because he's my boss.

I really need Ruby to come back,
right now.

I've left her, like, 15 messages,
but she won't reply to any of them.

Maybe I'll try calling her
one more time. Yeah.

You heard her - Garfield Tourne
is a serial philanderer.

We already know he's
a very accomplished liar.

What's to say he's not
capable of murder, too?

The fact remains, though,
that Melanie died at 9.30,

when he was on air.

Half the island were watching,
so unless he has a secret twin...

PHONE RINGS
DI Parker.

What?

Fire?!

The shack!

My clothes!

My books, my DVDs!

Some of those were rare imports!

David Bellamy's Coastal Adventures
came from Japan!

I'm sure the damage
won't be that bad.

According to the Fire Captain,

this was the cause -

a citronella candle.

NEVILLE SIGHS

I can't apologise enough, sir.

I take full responsibility.

And I'm more than willing
to contribute towards

the cost of my hotel room.
What hotel room?

What else do you suggest I do, sir?

I mean, if either you or
Sergeant Hooper have a spare room...

I do not. Er, I'm sorry, sir.

I mean, I-I would,
but I've got two cots in there

and I don't think you'd
fit in either of them.

Er, so how does this pull out?
It doesn't.

Right. I see. So it's just a...
It's just a sofa.

Make yourself at home. I'll get you
a sheet and some pillows.

No feathers,
if that's not too much trouble.

And I'm sorry to be a nuisance,
but you don't happen to know

how recently the bed linen was
washed, and at what temperature?

Well, if you like, I can put it
in the washing machine

for you right now. No, no, no, no!
No, I... I wouldn't dream of it.

I can do that myself.

Are you all right, sir?

I'd finally got into a bit
of a routine, you know?

Make myself feel a bit more at home.

Now I'm going to have to
start all over again.

Well, maybe that's not such
a bad thing.

We all get stuck in our ways.

And this could turn out to be
a blessing in disguise.

Yeah.

I'm sure you're right.

I don't suppose you've got
any Horlicks? Un quoi?

I'm telling you, JP,
the man is crazy!

He obsesses over a shirt button.

And - oh! - he can't sleep unless
his sheets have been freshly washed

at exactly 60 degrees.

DI Parker is a particular flavour.

VIDEOCALL TONE RINGS
Oh! Speak of the devil.

Oh, morning, all! Sir?

Are you wearing my dressing gown?

I hope you don't mind.

After the inferno, I've only got
one set of clothes left.

Forgive me for interrupting
this cosy domestic chat.

Are we not in the middle of
a murder investigation?

Yep. Good point, Commissioner.

JP, did you have any luck
getting hold of Melanie's emails?

Er, yes, sir, and I found
some very interesting messages

between Melanie and her boss Henri,
about a story she was working on.

What kind of story?

Well, it seems Melanie had been
investigating Elmina Blondeau.

The same Elmina that was Garfield's
guest the morning of the murder.

Exactly. Now, you might remember
that Elmina talked about

how she'd fixed the contaminated
pipes on the north shore.

But Melanie had run some tests and
discovered that it was all a lie.

I've never trusted Elmina Blondeau.

Now, Henri told Melanie
that he'd look into it.

But three days ago, he shut it down.

Only to then invite Elmina
onto his channel

so she can spout lies
and propaganda.

So why was he trying to protect her?

What if this was Melanie's expose?

I think we'd better talk to
Henri Pigal.

Don't you, sir? Yeah.

I'll meet you at the studios after
my clothes are dry. Oh! Erm...

Where do you keep your iron,
by the way?

I've concluded there was
no story there.

Despite all the evidence
Melanie had given you?

Well, the truth is,
with Elmina up for re-election,

I didn't want to look like we were
trying to influence the vote.

We have to be impartial.

And yet, on the morning of
Melanie's murder, you aired this.

I'm sure the viewers
would agree with me

that you've been an outstanding
Council Leader.

Your re-election must be
a foregone conclusion.

Voters trust me, Garfield.

When I promised to fix
those contaminated pipes,

they knew I'd be true to my word.

Hardly impartial.

You told us your visit to Melanie
the morning of her death

was because of an editorial
disagreement. Mm-hm.

But it was about Elmina, wasn't it?

But you must see
we have a duty to be impartial...

We have a duty to tell the truth.

She was planning to
run the story despite you.

Yes. So why were you so determined
to stop her?

I wasn't. It was Garfield.

They're friends - old friends.

He won't have a word
said against Elmina.

But you're his boss.

Come on! We all know where
the real power is.

He's been the face of the channel
for 25 years.

He does all the hiring and firing.

I used to have self-respect,

but I also have a family
who depend on me.

And I can't afford
to stand up to Garfield Tourne.

Maybe it's time somebody did.

Every road we take leads us to
the same guy - Garfield Tourne.

I've no idea how he did it,

but every instinct I have
tells me that he's our man.

The question is, why was he
so determined to stop Melanie

telling the truth about Elmina?

Was he just trying to protect
an old friend?

No, that feels a bit too selfless
for Garfield.

There has to be something in it
for him.

Also, if Henri dropped the story
before Melanie spoke to her mother,

it can't be the real expose,
the one that was going to "blow up".

It has to be something else.

Yeah.

OK, yeah. Erm, please don't worry,
Madame Fossier.

I am sure Rene will turn up soon.

OK, bye!

JP SIGHS

May I ask what you're doing, sir?

I'm scrutinising the contents
of the victim's handbag.

Just how do you think
that's helping, sir?

Because, you know, you leave me
to deal with Madame Fossier alone,

while you just sit there
wasting time.

And you vanish for
five-hour brunches.

And you care more about
these stupid cat posters

than you do catching a killer!

Honestly, sir, if...

If you were an officer,
you wouldn't last ten minutes.

Erm...

..did you happen to notice
Madame Fossier's lipstick?

A rather virulent shade of pink.
It got me thinking.

In every picture of Melanie,
she's wearing very little make-up,

so why would she keep a lipstick
in her handbag?

Let alone...

..Tropical Fuchsia.

It's a memory stick?

So, not a complete waste of time...

..hm?

It seems all but certain.
That contains the expose.

It's password-protected

and nothing we've tried
will crack it.

Well, we just came back
from the council office,

where we discovered something
rather interesting.

My cousin Monique works there
and she told us

the Tourne Media wing is being
paid for in full by the council.

And guess who authorised it.

Elmina Blondeau.

It's all starting to make sense.

Garfield buried the story
about the toxic pipes,

in return for Elmina
funding his vanity project.

Maybe that's the real expose.
NEVILLE SNEEZES

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, just a touch of the old
sick building syndrome.

I just need to get my...
my thermos.

Garfield Tourne Media Wing.

The launch is this afternoon.

I think we should all make
an appearance.

Meanwhile, you'll have to excuse me.

NEVILLE SNEEZES, GROANS

How can someone be allergic
to a building?

UPBEAT BRASS BAND MUSIC

And so, after 25 years,
today is a chance for Saint Marie

to say thank you to
a television legend.

You know him as Garfield Tourne.

But to me, he's simply Daddy.

Selwyn Patterson,
what a pleasure to see you!

You're looking so well!

Were you acquainted with
Melanie Sharpe at all, Ms Blondeau?

Not in the least, no.

Never met her
and didn't know a thing about her.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure
you've all heard quite enough

of my voice over the years,
so I'll keep this brief.

All I will say is how grateful I am
for this exquisite honour.

And it's my great pleasure to
announce that, two years from now,

this site will be
the Tourne Media Wing.

APPLAUSE

Now, please, enjoy your drinks!

Ah! DI Parker.

Glad you could make it.

Are you all right?

Just a little case of
sick building syndrome.

I seem to have developed an allergy
to the police station.

Rather unfortunate,
given your line of work.

Strikes me you missed a couple
of people out in your speech.

I'd have thought the person

who's paying for this wing
would get a mention.

The island has generously
agreed to fund...

By "the island",
you mean the taxpayers.

But it was Elmina Blondeau who
authorised the decision, wasn't it?

And remind me - what was it
you offered her in return?

I'm not sure I follow.
I think you do.

It's a journalist's job to ask
difficult questions,

not bury them under funding
for a vanity project.

I think that's enough. Everybody's
here to enjoy themselves.

Melanie's not... That's enough.

Thank you.

Your detective's a rather peculiar
and rude little man, isn't he?

Nevertheless, can you deny
the truth of what he's saying?

You funded all this
in return for Garfield

burying Melanie's story about you.

Silly girl was sticking her nose
where it didn't belong.

So she had to be silenced?

I don't know what
you're implying, young man,

but I was on TV
when that poor girl died.

We both were - me and Garfield -

so you mind your manners.

Oh... Ah!

Wow. I, erm...

I didn't know you were...

I really, really appreciate you
taking me in like this.

And I thought, the least I could do
is feed you in return, so...

..come on!

Madame.

I'm sorry, did...
Did I do something wrong?

No, no, it's just, erm...

It's been a while since
I saw this table laid for two.

Oh.

Once again,
I-I can't apologise enough.

Honestly, it was a kind thought.

I've been wondering
if I should say something,

but I thought you might not
want reminding.

He was your fiance, Patrick?
Patrice.

Thank you.

But I hardly need reminding.

Sometimes, it's hard to think
of anything else.

It'll be like that for a while,
I'm afraid.

You'll get used to
carrying his absence with you.

Becomes like an extra limb.

You've lost someone? Yeah. My dad.

When I was 13.

My advice is try
and distract yourself.

When Dad died, I made a scale model
of HMS Belfast

out of just matchsticks.

A hobby - that's what you need.

You know, I think when
you're feeling lost,

it can be tempting
to hide yourself away.

But maybe the best thing to do is
go out into the world and live.

CATHERINE: Bonsoir, bonsoir!
That'll be our dinner.

I thought you were going to...

You don't want to let me loose
in your kitchen, trust me.

You saw what I did to the shack.
Ah, bonsoir!

Two plates of poulet-frites.

I made sure the chef was careful
with the pepper this time.

Catherine, you're a marvel.

Bon appetit!

TYRES SCREECH, ENGINE STOPS

Good morning, detectives.

Sorry to ambush you like this,

but I was just telling
my friend Selwyn here

that I had to come and apologise.

For what?

You and I obviously got off
on the wrong foot, Inspector.

I know you're just
trying to do your job,

but I should have done more
to help you before now.

Mr Tourne is inviting you
to launch a direct appeal

on his show this morning.

You'd have the whole
island's attention.

How can I say no? Fabulous.

STUDIO CHATTER

Hi.

NEVILLE GROANS

Oh, it's hot under these lights,
isn't it?

I feel like a baked potato.

That's why I only wear
the best cotton shirts.

They keep me cool.

Yeah. It can't be easy, your job,

knowing everyone's
out there watching.

And you've got to read everything

it says out loud without
tripping over your lines.

You can't just read it out.

The art is to make it sound
spontaneous, conversational.

Three, two, one...

Helene Tourne there, reminding us
that old dogs can learn new tricks.

Joining me now is
Detective Inspector Neville Parker.

Welcome. Thank you.

It's been three days now
since our friend and colleague

Melanie Sharpe was murdered,
and I know our viewers

are keen to know what progress
you've made in the investigation.

Well, Garfield, we're currently
working on a number of leads and...

I'm glad to hear it,

because I keep hearing these -
I'm sure terribly unfair - rumours

that you're not even close
to finding the killer.

Well, no, on... On the contrary,

it's more a case of gathering
evidence and building a case...

So there is a method
to your madness? Excuse me?

I knew your approach couldn't be
as scatter-gun as it looks.

But still,
you must have been impeded

by your debilitating condition.

Poor DI Parker is currently
suffering from

sick building syndrome.

Is that not right? Er, well, yes...

You're basically allergic
to the police station,

which might explain the slow
progress of the investigation.

Hang on... You don't seem to be
having much luck with buildings.

My friends in the Fire Service
tell me that you almost

burnt your house down yesterday
through sheer carelessness.

Well, yeah... Well, no...

Reassuring to know that
you have such a keen mind.

But before we go, what would you say
to Melanie's friends and family

who wonder what exactly you've been
doing for the past three days?

Er, well, erm...
Yeah, well, I'd...

I'd say, erm...

Thank you, DI Parker.

Coming up next, can too much
exercise actually be bad for you?

We'll be right back.

And we are off air.

I don't know, sir. I mean,
it could have been worse. How?

If nothing else, perhaps
this will convince you

to finally move on from
Garfield Tourne. With respect, sir,

why would he bother humiliating me
like that unless he felt threatened?

We know he tried to assault Melanie.
He colluded with Elmina.

Even his own daughter told us
he's a manipulative liar.

And this proves he was at Melanie's
house the morning of her murder.

Unless we can explain how
he killed her while he was on air,

then we have no case.

Yeah.

Whoa! A sauna?

I was doing a broadcast about
the crabs taking over Crescent Bay.

Five minutes, Benny!

We all know where
the real power is.

He does all the hiring and firing.

The art is to make it
sound spontaneous.

It's the biggest story I've ever
worked on. It's going to blow up.

She was always talking
about patriarchy.

GARFIELD: Where are you
today, Helene?

Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay
to investigate the rumours

the crab population is taking over.

JP, I need that USB memory lipstick.
Er, yeah.

HE CHUCKLES
There it is. The real expose.

Melanie Sharpe was
an ambitious young journalist

who came to Saint Marie
looking for a fresh start.

But six months later,
when she picked the wrong target

for an expose,
she was brutally murdered.

The postmortem showed that
she was strangled by a man -

and this button gave me
a gut feeling early on

about who that man might be.

But how could Garfield Tourne
possibly be the killer,

when at 9.30, the moment
Melanie died, he was live on air?

It was this trusty item
that inspired the solution -

James Dewar's timeless invention.

Simple and ingenious,
much like your plan,

because it was indeed you
who killed Melanie, Mr Tourne.

What are you talking about?

Well, often, when a pathologist
wants to establish a time of death,

they go by body temperature.

A dead body cools very quickly,

unless, of course, you can find
a way to keep that body warm.

Fortunately for you,

Melanie the health fanatic
had a sauna in her house.

We know the morning of the murder,

you arrived at the studios
at 7am as usual...

Morning, Benny!

..before going to
your dressing room.

But at some point
in the next 30 minutes,

you discreetly dashed out
of the back door

and drove to Melanie's house.

I imagine she was quite surprised
to see you.

But not long after you persuaded
her to let you in,

you set about
brutally murdering her.

SHE YELPS

As she fought for her life,
Melanie ripped a button off

one of your handmade Italian
shirts - not that you noticed.

Then you placed her body
in the sauna...

..to keep it warm for
the next two hours.

You swiped the laptop, did your best
to make it look like a break-in,

and then snuck back into the studio
without anyone noticing -

all just in time to kick off
your show at 8.00.

Coming up, we'll be showing you
new ways to cook plantain.

But if Melanie was already dead
by 8.00,

then how come she was alive
and jogging 90 minutes later

when Benny arrived to pick her up?

Five minutes, Benny!

Because Benny didn't
see Melanie at all.

He saw Garfield's accomplice.

The person who helped him
cook up this entire story...

..Helene Tourne.

That's impossible.

I was on the other side of
the island, live on air.

Check the tape.

Oh, yes, the tape. I'm glad
you mentioned that, actually.

Where are you today, Helene?

Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay
to investigate...

Right, now, if you look at
this clock in the corner,

this went out at 9.15.

But take a closer look
at the flowers.

Hm? Ipomoea sagittata.

Those petals only close
in the afternoon.

At 9:15am, they should be open.

That's why they're called
morning glory.

The truth is, at 9.15 that morning,
you were nowhere near Crescent Bay.

Which put me in mind of something
your dad said about the autocue.

You can't just read it out.

The art is to make it sound
spontaneous, conversational.

Even if it's nothing of the sort.

Er, that's my camera.

Er, yes. We seized it from your
car boot about 30 minutes ago.

Where are you today, Helene?

ON VIDEO: Today, Dad, I'm at
Crescent Bay to investigate rumours

that the crab population
is taking over.

That sounds like a story
you can really get your claws into!

Over to you! It was three months ago
when fishermen first got...

You taped your side
of the conversation

the afternoon before the murder.

It was carefully scripted to sell
the illusion it was happening live.

Don't say anything.
She's delusional.

It was all his idea.

You didn't have to
go through with it.

And yet, she did.

After you put Melanie's body
in the sauna,

I imagine you let Helene
into the house just before you left.

All she had to do was dress
in a spare set

of Melanie's running clothes,

run round the corner to her car and
hit play on the pre-recorded tape.

Before running back to the house,

knowing that Benny would be there
at 9.30 to witness "Melanie"

apparently still alive.

I don't think she's home.
Five minutes, Benny!

Hold the phone. Here she come now.

After that, all you had to do
was take Melanie's body

out of the sauna,
heave it across to the pool,

and then start calling for help.

Help! Help me, please!
Hang on, Melanie!

I'm coming!

Well, hopefully that takes care
of the how.

The question remains, why?

It all comes down to that expose.

We know that relations soured
between you and Melanie

when you gave her a lift home
from the Christmas party.

Get off me!
Stay away from me, you pig!

You insisted Melanie
had over-reacted...

I misread her signals. That's all.

..but your own daughter told us
you're a serial cheat...

I know what kind of man
my father is.

I've seen what he put
my mother through.

..and Melanie was far from
the first person

to receive your unwanted advances.

We were struck by the high turnover
of runners at the studio...

Most only last a few months.

..especially - with no disrespect -

since Benny managed to last
a whole year.

But, as Henri told us, you were the
one who did the hiring and firing.

It was only when I realised exactly
who Melanie was trying to take down

that I finally managed
to crack this memory stick.

HE CHUCKLES

And suddenly, it all made sense.

I called the names
on Melanie's list,

and all of them have
the same three things in common.

They were all women,

they'd all worked
as runners at the studio,

and they were all victims

of your sexual harassment.

Of course, the moment
they complained,

you'd have them sacked and then
paid off to keep schtum -

not that it would have made
any difference.

Who would ever believe
the word of a runner

over that of a national treasure?

I'll tell you who. Melanie Sharpe.

She was putting together
a devastating expose.

She wanted to make sure
she was the last woman

to suffer your unwanted attentions.

She wanted the whole world to see
the true face of Garfield Tourne.

I imagine it was Helene
that tipped you off.

Even though she'd have had
every sympathy with her friend,

she knew that your ruin
would end her career.

I know what the Tourne brand
is worth.

Melanie could never have guessed
that your warning to her,

the day before she died...

You have to stop this.

..was actually you giving her one
last chance to save her own life.

Bravo, Inspector.

It's just a shame that
nobody on the island

will ever take your word over mine.

Luckily, they don't have to.

They've been watching this,
live on TV.

Cameras are still rolling,
aren't they, Benny?

They certainly are.

Time to sign off,
Mr Tourne - for good.

I'm so glad you returned,
DS Cassell.

This place hasn't been the same
without you.

I only hope we can persuade you
to stay.

Thank you, sir, but I really
don't need convincing.

Er, Commissioner?

SIGHS: Look, I...
I just meant to say...

Those things that I said earlier...
Perfectly valid.

The ability to speak truth
to power is a crucial skill

for any police sergeant.

So you were testing me?

Just, let's say, I'm glad
to know you hold your officers

to such high standards.

PHONE RINGS

Ah! Ruby.

At last! Let's hope she's about
to board a plane.

Nothing! Not so much as a twinge.

How did you do it? Well, sir...

Yesterday, I noticed something
on your chair - a white hair.

And that gave me an idea.

So after you'd gone home,
I came back here and waited.

Turns out we have a secret visitor.

And Madame Fossier is extremely
grateful to have Rene back -

so much so, she insisted
that I go round for tea

so Rene can thank me in person.

Mystery solved.

It won't surprise you to learn
that I'm allergic to all cats,

apart from Russian Blues,
Siberians and Bengals.

Evidently...

..Ruby is enjoying Paris so much,

she's decided to extend
her stay indefinitely.

So it looks as if you and I
shall be working together

for the foreseeable,
Sergeant Hooper.

To Florence Cassell.

It's good to have you back
where you belong, Sarge.

It's good to be back.

Thanks for your hospitality
these last few days.

Apparently the damage to the shack
is only superficial,

so you should be getting
your sofa back pretty soon.

You'll be glad to have
your own space again,

even if it won't have
any of your things in it.

I was thinking about what you said
the other night, and...

..you have a point.

This could turn out to be
a blessing in disguise.

I know I'm somewhat inclined to
stay in my comfort zone. Well...

Well, perhaps a little bit, yeah.

But you've made me take a look at
myself these last few days.

And I realise I've not made
much of an effort

to participate in island life.

But I want to do better.

Well, maybe I could help.

You told me I need a hobby, so...

Thank you. I'd be really grateful.

Chicken and chips.

One step at a time, eh?

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Don't worry, his type'll
be extinct soon enough.

I thought your plan was to
participate more in island life.

The Saint Marie Crab Festival?

We lead a very quiet life here.

My son, he's sensitive.

This could be a site of
global importance!

Help me!

I used to be something of an
amateur archaeologist myself.

Ah! They're alive!
HE SCREAMS

The islanders take this competition
extremely seriously.

Marlon Pryce.
I'm here about a murder.

Hey!