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It's all very exciting.

Today is the launch
of our new moisturiser, Pelure.

Yeah, it's going to be fab.

Well, thank you.

Hi.

Well, it came in yesterday
and due to dispatch on the 15th.

Amazing.

Well, of course.

We talked about 500 jars,
but I can do more if you wanted.

Absolutely. What were you thinking?

Sounds perfect. OK, bye.

Hi.

Oh, hey. Did you speak
to Palmers about Pelure?

Yeah. They've upped
their order to 800 jars.

Wow!

Well done!

Oh, thanks.
That is amazing.

Thank you.

That's a lot to pack up, though.

Oh, I'll hire some extra bodies.

It'll be fine. Yeah.
I've almost finished setting up,

so I think it's probably time
to start serving drinks.

OK, thanks. Well, you two go on
and I'll see you out there.

Thanks, everyone. Thank you.

The allergies and illness
that have plagued me

for most of my life left me thinking

that a pain-free existence was
just a pipe dream.

And then I moved here, to Saint Marie.

But it's not just the climate
that's changed my life -

it's... it's being able
to help others like me

through the products we create
here at Healing Skin.

You've all been on
this adventure with me,

and I just wanted to take
a minute to thank you all.

The first shipment of Pelure
goes out today.

Woo!

So please raise your glasses
to Healing Skin.

Healing Skin!

Cheers!
Cheers!

Well done, guys.

Well done. So good.
Well done.

Cheers. Thank you.

Believe me, guys, Pelure is
going to make you feel amazing.

100% natural ingredients,
obviously.

See? I told you this promo video
would be great for our marketing.

It makes your skin feel
like velvet.

Look, silky smooth. See?

Left you out, sorry.

No, I like it. It feels more
like you're sharing a secret,

rather than you're
selling them something,

which I think tonally is better.
That's good... C...

Are you OK?

Are you all right?

Something went down the wrong way?

Suze? Suze?

Suze! Oh, my God.

I think she's choking.
I think she's choking!

EpiPen... EpiPen. Er...

It's white and blue.
It's in the bag.

It's in her lab. Go, go, go.

OK, just breathe,
just breathe. Just breathe.

Hurry. OK, I've got it.

Leg...
Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Leg.
OK, Suze, breathe.

It's OK, it's OK, it's OK,
it's OK.

Why isn't it working?
I don't know, I don't know!

Susie? Susie?

Susie.

Suze. Suze.

Suze? She's not breathing.

Healing Skin founder Susan Montagu,

aged 35, collapsed
with breathing difficulties,

and died before the paramedics arrived.

They're suggesting she died
from anaphylactic shock.

According to the staff,

Susan had a very severe peanut allergy.

Explains the EpiPen.

Nasty bruise.

Must be the site of the injection.

But why didn't it work?

Get it tested.

Find out if it could have
malfunctioned somehow.

So if it was a nut allergy,
what had she eaten?

Take your pick, sir.

So you all knew your boss had
a serious nut allergy.

Yeah, um, course.

And I assume the caterers were informed?

Yeah. And we double-checked

everything when
they were laying things out.

What about booze?
It's from a bar up the road.

They were also made aware
of Susie's allergy.

Is that Susie's bag?

Um, yeah, it's where I found her EpiPen.

The champagne, the balloons -
what were you celebrating?

We've just launched a new sensitive

skin-care product, Pelure.
What's in it?

Eye of newt and toe of frog?

We use naturally shed
snakeskin in Pelure.

Course you do.

We actually don't harm
any of the animals.

Oh!

What? Nothing.

I'm not scared of snakes.

Just... sneaked up on me.

It's a snake, sir. It's what they do.

So people are actually buying
this stuff, yeah?

Yeah, um, our first order was
due out today, right?

Um, look, here's a video

that Susie made for our
socials this morning.

Believe me, guys, Pelure is going to
make you feel amazing.

100% natural ingredients, obviously,

and it absorbs really easily too.

Makes your skin feel like velvet.
Look, silky smooth. See?

Susie reckoned Pelure was going to
put Healing Skin on the map.

And now she's never going to see it.

She's proper nice, too,
you know? You literally

wouldn't find anyone with
a bad word to say about her.

I'm sorry, could you excuse us
just for a moment?

That was a bit insensitive.
Look at this.

A diary. This was the last two weeks.

So she was only eating
at certain times of the day.

Intermittent fasting?

This is today.

Which means...

She didn't eat anything.

I don't understand. You're saying
that this wasn't an accident?

I'm saying it's a possibility.

Call Officer Curtis,
ask her to come down,

take everything off the buffet table
and get it tested. Sir.

Any next of kin
we need to speak to?

I don't get it.

She was always so careful
about what she ate.

Had she ever had
an attack like this before?

A few times, yes, but...
the EpiPen always helped.

An EpiPen was administered.

It just wasn't enough, I'm afraid.

Um, maybe we could come back later.

Probably better get this over with.

Er, Mr Montagu, we found a diary

which suggests your wife was, uh,

intermittent fasting,
whatever you call it?

Like I said, she was always,
uh, careful about what she ate.

She was down to fast this morning.

Is there any chance
she'd have broken it?

A sneaky sausage roll, maybe?

Susie was the most disciplined
person I ever knew.

If it says she was fasting in the diary,

then she was fasting. No question.

Sorry,
I don't think I can... do this.

Sorry. Is it weird to you
that Susie Montagu is running

what looks like a successful business,

but hubby's waiting tables on a beach?

You think a woman having a better
career than a man is weird, sir?

Oh, no, I wasn't saying...
Um, sorry, sir.

I'm just heading to Healing Skin now.

The Commissioner is inside.
He is not in the best of moods.

I'd tread carefully.

Oh, great!

Eight complaints I
have had, Officer Rose.

Eight!

How many more before
one of my officers decides

to do something about it?

Sir, yes, sir.
I'll get right on it.

Ah, Inspector.

How nice of you
to finally make an appearance.

We had a sudden death called in.

Thought we should give it a look.
Cause of death?

We're keeping an open mind
till we get the PM results.

So, to what do we owe this pleasure?

My secretary is besieged
by noise complaints.

There appears to be a rave
happening on Turtle Beach.

Sounds like a mad party!

Ah... I was in the process

of seconding Officer
Rose here to stop it.

If you have the time, of course.

You can count on me. I mean, sir.

Then...

get on with it!
Oh, sorry, sir.

That's yours, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sir.

So, are we good, sir?

Actually, Inspector, there was
another reason for my visit.

I just received a search warrant
for your mother's house.

Well, thank you for doing this, sir.

I really appreciate it.

You remember our conversation.

This case must be treated
like any other.

It cannot become
a personal crusade.

Yeah, course.

And you must involve me and DS Thomas

at every step. Is that clear?

Crystal.

We will keep you updated, sir.

Thank you, DS Thomas.

Why don't we just go now?

I mean, we can't do anything till we
get the PM results anyway.

Er, sir?

You know how many times I've sat
and stared at this house?

And now I'm actually going inside.

You know we don't have to do this.

No. It's fine.

Like the Commissioner said,

it's just another case.

What exactly are we looking for, sir?

Laptop, phone, diary.

Anything that proves Dorna knew
the storm was coming.

Did your mother grow up here?
Yeah.

Then she moved to Antigua.

Miss Clemetson said
she only moved back recently

after her old man got sick.

You mean your grandfather?

Yeah. It's his place.

And do you have any other family?

Siblings...?
DS Thomas, look, I get it.

You're curious, you're a detective.

But my personal history isn't
relevant at this second, is it?

Well, not really.

No. So let's just get on
with the task in hand, yeah?

Bingo.

Great. Needs a password.

It's OK, sir. I know a guy
at the computer shop

that can get into it for us.

So... so what exactly do I do?

Act confident.
They'll soon get the message.

Confident how?

Officer Rose, please use your
initiative for once.

Sorry, people, party's over.

I said party's over!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am the police.

Well, not all of them.

You have to shut this party
down right now.

Unless you want to be our guest
for the night,

I suggest you go to your beds.

Now.

This boy...

Darlene, help!

Send backup.

Now!

Thanks again for rescuing me
last night, Auntie D.

Not a problem.

But don't call me Auntie.

Morning, Inspector.

Morning. Sarge.

Good morning.
Morning!

Everything go OK with the rave?

Er...

All good.

Seb confiscated these.

Infinity symbol.

It doesn't match anyone we know,

but it may just mean it's
a new supplier on the block.

Hold up.

That was in Susie Montagu's handbag.

Our nut allergy lady?

Do you think there's a connection?
Well, it's a common symbol,

but to see it twice in as many days...

A load of numbers.

Some calculations, maybe?

Officer Rose,
any idea what was in these?

I'll ask around,
see if anybody knows something.

Good, you do that.

Ah, thank you, sir!

It's the postmortem on Susie Montagu.

Oh, and we've also got
the lab results in.

Good. Right...

Cause of death?

"Significant traces
of peanut oil were found

"in the victim's mouth, specifically
on her gums and tongue."

Peanut oil. Definitely ingested.
No passing inhalation.

And knowing the severity of her allergy,

the coroner's satisfied

death was caused by fatal anaphylaxis.

What about the EpiPen?
Was that tampered with?

The lab says it functioned correctly.

The level of adrenaline
in her system matches

the dosage given by the pen.

According to the lab,
it should have been effective.

So why wasn't it?

OK, our victim ate something
containing peanuts.

What?
But that's the thing.

None of the food or champagne
contained any traces of peanut.

The PM also notes the heavy bruising

on Susie's leg, likely from the EpiPen.

Carrie Standish said she'd
never administered one before,

so probably a bit rough with it.

And check this, sir.

Susie's stomach was... empty.

She hadn't eaten anything
for at least 14 hours,

so it seems she definitely was fasting.

But you said there was traces
of peanut oil in her mouth.

Yes.

Well, if she didn't eat anything,
how did she ingest peanuts?

Susie Montagu came into contact

with the one food substance
she knew would kill her,

but there was nothing in her stomach,

so we know she
didn't eat it by accident.

Which suggests that however
it got into her mouth...

Someone deliberately put it there.

Making this an official
murder investigation.

Officer Curtis, set this thing up.

Find out everything we can
about the victim,

especially anyone
who'd benefit from her death.

Please.

Sir.

So, questions.

Who killed Susie Montagu?

Why did they want her dead?

And most puzzling of all...

..how did they do it?

Selwyn, it's Chief Commissioner
Johnson here.

Apologies for missing your call.

As you know, we're all very grateful

for your service to the island, and
you've been nothing but gracious

throughout this process.

But I'm sorry, this is out of my hands.

It all comes down to budget

and the board's proceeding
with the restructuring.

The decision is final.
Take care, Selwyn.

Thank you, sir.
Yes, we'll keep you posted.

Sir.

I've just updated the Commissioner.

Is it just me or does he seem
not himself recently?

Well, he's not a barrel
of laughs the best of times.

Susie, however -
who's that happy all the time?

Maybe she had good reason.
According to the staff,

her life was miserable in the UK.
Filled with illness and pain.

Saint Marie was good for her health,
gave her a new lease of life.

So she moved halfway round the world
for a bit of sunshine?

I'm sure there was more to it
than that.

Just like there's more
to this island than sunshine.

Yeah, like mosquitos.

Hang on.
What?

This lid.

It wasn't screwed on properly
in the video.

She could have done it
when she'd finished filming.

Maybe.

She's a beacon of happiness.

Who'd want to kill her?

So, what are you looking for?

We're just trying to get to know Susie,

find out who she really was.

Well, er, you know,
we're an open book here, so...

..feel free to explore.

Thank you. Thank you.

Feels like someone's about to come
in and read my fortune.

All that's missing is a crystal ball.

Which would actually be
quite handy right now.

Ah...

Sir.

Hello!

So Susie had just been served
divorce papers.

No.

These papers were served
by Susie to Steve.

I think we need to have another
talk with our grieving widower.

Never heard of compassionate leave?

What's the alternative -
sit at home alone?

I don't even know who I am
without my wife.

Except, going by the divorce
papers Susie had just sent you,

she didn't want
to be your wife anymore.

Your response here suggests to me
you weren't very happy about that.

Things were great
when we first came here.

The climate really suited Susie.

The cold weather back home
just made her symptoms

ten times worse.

We'd been to Saint Marie
before, on holiday.

Two days in the sun, sea water...

She was like a different person.

So we came here for good.

But it didn't work out?

As soon as she felt better, she
wanted to start helping others.

"Spreading the sunshine,"
she said.

But then it took over her life.

She was obsessed. It was like...

..she was on a mission.

So we drifted apart.

And when are you going to make
time for us?

You just don't like that
I've found something for me!

I moved out about a month ago.

It was a mutual decision,
give us both a bit of space.

Then she sent those.

Which clearly made you angry.

It must have been
particularly galling, though,

with the business doing so well.

Sorry, I don't... I don't know
what you're saying.

Well, if the divorce happened,

you'd lose out, wouldn't you?

Wait, you think I did something?

I-I loved her.

I'd never do anything to hurt her.

Can you think of anyone who might?

Have you spoken to Carrie Standish?

Her and Susie had a big
falling-out about a month ago.

Please, just think about it, Suze.

Look, I said I don't want to hear
another word about it, OK?

I couldn't tell you what it was about.

It seemed pretty tense.

I believed him when
he said he still loved her.

Well, maybe he loved her too much.

You know, "If I can't have you,
no-one else can."

Officer Curtis.

Sir, we've been looking
into Healing Skin,

and there are two things we found

that might be significant. Firstly,

the company registered
Carrie Standish

as a new director a month ago.

And Carrie is in charge
of research, right? Mm-hm.

Wagwan, Boss? Sarge.

Big man!

So, yeah, Carrie - we found something.

Well, Darlene found it, but I helped.

Proper juicy.

Jui... Like a big piece of,
you know, like a...

Ah-bah. Seb. Right. Sorry.

A week after being made director,
Carrie was removed.

Could that have been what
Steve heard them arguing about?

So why did Susie cut her in,
then suddenly cut her out?

Well...

.the new product the company was
about to launch, Pelure,

the brand name was lodged with
the patent office last year...

And Carrie Standish
was named the inventor.

So Susie made her a director
as, what, some kind of thank you?

And if Pelure was a
success, as a director,

Carrie would stand to make
quite a bit of money.

Hmm. Not anymore. Well, clearly
something happened

to make Susie withdraw
that directorship.

We just need to find out what.

Yeah, nice one.

You're making things sound far more
sinister than they actually are.

Yes, I created Pelure,

but everything I do here
belongs to Healing Skin.

I was as surprised as anyone
when Susie made me a director.

So why did she change her mind
about it a week later?

And we know you argued about it,

so let's not paint a picture
of love and harmony.

Steve, was it?
Stirring things, as usual.

Look, Susie wanted to wait until
Pelure had actually launched,

you know, to get a clearer idea
of how many shares to give me.

It made sense.
But as a director,

you'd have made
a lot of money from Pelure.

Now you get nothing.

Well, if I was in this for the
money, I'd still be in Big Pharma,

not doing a start-up on a tiny island.

You're barking
up the wrong tree, officers.

Susie's the only one who can tell
you why she did what she did.

Can't ask her that, can I?
On account of her being dead.

We'll let you get back to your work.

Thank you for your time.
Inspector...?

If you don't mind me saying, sir,

your bedside manner needs a little work.

Sometimes you're bordering
on being downright rude.

Look, hang on. How do you know
that's not the look I'm going for?

When people get riled up,

they tend to lose
a bit of their composure, yeah?

Say things they didn't intend to.

Is that right?
In my experience.

That's the wrong side.

No, it isn't. I'm driving.

Oh, come on. I don't get to drive
much in London.

You've noticed we drive on the other
side of the road, right?

Hey, I'm a detective.
Nothing gets past me.

I'm used to automatics.

Not old Jeeps with rusty gears.

There's a knack. You have to...
No, no, no, I've got it.

See?

It's only a little dent.

Can hardly see it.

Shall I drive, sir?

And another thing, I've been
driving that Jeep for years

without a problem.
The first time you drive it,

you damage it.
Mm-hm!

OK, people, gather round. Talk to me.

Please.

OK. So...

Susie Montagu arrives to work at
Healing Skin yesterday morning.

Makes a toast
to their new product, Pelure,

before suffering
a fatal anaphylactic shock.

An EpiPen was administered
by head of research,

Carrie Standish. But...

.it was ineffective.
And we don't know why.

OK. Where are we
with the infinity symbols?

We're great. Really great, sir.

Turns out, I know someone
who... knows someone...

..who knows someone else.

Which is funny, cos it turns
out we know the same guy -

the first guy, the guy I said I know...
Seb!

Yes, right, sorry.

So, good news.

I've got a number.

Mm! Well, that is good news.

So you called the number, pretended
to be an interested client?

Yes, totally.

I mean... no.

Not yet. But I was
gearing up to do that.

Come on, it's all new to me, you know?

This whole undercover thing.
Undercover?

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

Um, sir, I... Officer Rose,
I need you to text that number.

Ask about the merch,
say you need sorting

for a party tonight. Arrange
a meet-up. Officer Curtis,

I want you to be eyes-on nearby.

As soon as the money and the merch
change hands, nick 'em. OK.

Well, I'd better get changed.
Well, come on, then.

Because if these two symbols
are connected,

the dealer knew Susie Montagu,
which means

they might also know something
about what happened to her.

Yeah? True.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, come on, then, the clock's
ticking. Chop chop! Let's go.

Stop it.

Your drinks.

Y'all right?

Hey.

So how did you get my number?

From a friend.

Sleepy Pete.

Right, yeah, and how did he get it?

From him friend, Silent Sam,

who got it from an auntie.

She likes to party.

You got my money?

Yeah.

Stop. Got you, missy!

It's the police.

It's...
I know who it is.

What did you spook her for?
I never do it on purpose!

This fell out.

And grab my things.

Snake venom.

I don't mean the street name - I
want to know what it actually is.

Yeah, snake venom,
as in venom from snakes.

The same snakes we've seen
at Healing Skin?

Whoa, hang on.
Let me get this straight.

You're selling snake venom
as some kind of party drug?

It's a 100% natural high.

Pretty new on the scene
but it's making waves. But...

..you have to get the dosage just right,

otherwise it can be pretty nasty.

So, Healing Skin is a drug factory?

What? No.

God, no. No-one knows I'm doing this.

Suze was great,
but the money was rubbish.

I needed a topper-upper.

Hundred a bag, right? And how much
are you clearing every week?

I only work weekends,
so a few hundred maybe.

Nice little earner.

And you extract the venom yourself?

Isn't that dangerous?
I used to work on a snake farm.

Course you did.

So what makes you think
Susie didn't know about this?

She never said anything to me,
and I figure that...

..if she did, she probably
would have. Mm.

How do you explain this, then?
Where'd you get that?

Found it in Susie's bag.

And these earnings are
from your little sideline,

where you're making way more
than a few hundred a week.

Susie knew what you were doing.

I-I didn't do anything to Suze.

I liked her. She was good to me.

I might have been doing
a bit of extracurricular

here and there, but...

..that was it, I swear.

The thing with Seb,

I can tell he's really trying...

..but I feel more like the baby-sitter

than a training officer.

Perhaps the boy just needs time.

Hmm. Maybe, but right
now it's actually more work

having him on the team.

Are you planning on sharing
these grievances with me,

Officer Curtis?

Commissioner, I...

It's nothing, sir.

Seb...

..made a small mistake
on the undercover operation,

which could have lost us our suspect.

But...

..I've talked to him about it.

Had he been adequately briefed?

Yes, sir.

Then have you considered that perhaps

you might be the problem?

Excuse me, sir?

Wasn't so long ago

that you were in the exact same shoes

as Officer Rose.

You... asked me a question, sir...

..and I answered it
as honestly as I could.

Ah... I'd been thinking
about encouraging you to study

for your sergeant's exam.

Perhaps...

..that was a little hasty. Huh?

If you'll... excuse me.

Don't mind him.
He's got a lot on his mind.

Cheers.

Listen...

I really appreciate
you helping me with this.

No problem, sir.

And I owe you an apology.

I didn't mean to bite
your head off at the house.

It's OK.

I was being...

A nosy parker?
Yes.

Whatever that is.

It's just that...

..apart from Dorna...

..I never had a proper family.

Oh.

So who...?
I was brought up in care.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Don't be.
It's just water under the bridge.

Life goes on, right?

And before you ask...
I wasn't go...

..I don't know why my mum
couldn't bring me up.

Anyway, I've checked
Dorna's browsing history.

Look.

A weather warning
about an incoming storm.

And look at the date she viewed it.

It's the day she died.

You were right, sir.

Dorna knew about the storm,
but she still went out on that boat.

It... It doesn't make any sense.

It's definitely suspicious.

OK.

We need to build a timeline
of everything Dorna did

and everyone she spoke to
leading up to the incident.

It's time to get some answers.

No, no... Excuse me!

Catherine! This is a surprise.

Last night, Selwyn, in all the
years I've known you,

you've never spoken to your
officers like that. Not now.

I don't have the time.
Oh, you're right.

Too busy sitting here
feeling sorry for yourself.

Are you finished?

No!

If you told your team
what was going on...

.instead of pushing them away,
they would support you!

Because they're loyal
and they respect you.

They deserve the same in return,
starting with Darlene!

Someone's up early.

Before you start, this is Daisy's phone.

Thought we might find something.

So, I went through
the messages, call logs,

and now I'm going through the photos.

Thought I'd use some of that initiative

you're always going on about.

Morning, team.
Morning, sir.

OK. Updates.

Coroner got in touch,

said there were no traces
of peanut oil found

on Susie's fingers.

OK, so...

..Susie Montagu dies from anaphylaxis

brought on by ingesting peanut oil.
We do not yet know

how anyone managed
to get it into her mouth

without her realising, and there are
no traces of the substance

anywhere on the premises.

So basically we haven't got
a scooby how it was done.

We do, however, have three suspects.

Guys, I think you should see this.
Look.

In the background - it's Carrie.

See who's got their arm around her?

The bracelet.

Oh! Is that not Steve's?

Looks like it was taken a month ago.

The same time Susie filed for divorce.

And when she changed her mind

about Carrie being a director
at Healing Skin.

Well, if Susie found out

that Steve and Carrie
were having an affair,

that puts them both firmly
in the frame, doesn't it?

No, no, no,
don't stand up on our account.

Well, this is nice, isn't it?
Just like the photo we saw

of you two snuggling up
on Daisy's phone.

It's not what you think.

What, there's nothing going on
between you two?

No.

Yes, we had a... thing,
but not any more.

And you finished when?

Around the time
your wife asked for a divorce?

It was stupid. We were both lonely.

It just... happened.
We're not proud of it.

And that's why Susie withdrew
your directorship.

She discovered your dirty little secret.

Isn't that right, Carrie?

Susie did find out, yes,
but she forgave me.

The business was far more important
to her, and she needed me.

And you, Mr Montagu.

Your affair was the real reason
Susie was divorcing you.

But if you got rid of her before the
divorce went through,

then everything would
come to you, right?

And you'd be able to
start over with Carrie.

I was weak, granted, but I loved Susie.

If you think Steve or myself
have anything

to do with her death, then you're wrong.

You're sure you've
got the hang of this, sir?

What about our lovebirds?
Do you believe them?

They never would
have admitted their affair

if we hadn't found them out, so
maybe they're hiding something else.

Sir, watch out!

Well done, sir.

You almost hit the exact same spot.

Again! As if the dent needed
to get any bigger.

The exact same spot...

DS Thomas, either get in the car

or get out the way! What?!

What are you...?

Inspector Wilson!

Just like the bruise.

Must be the site of the injection.

Likely from the EpiPen.

Well, Carrie Standish said she'd
never administered one before,

so probably a bit rough with it.

Yes.

And it absorbs really easily, too.

Makes your skin feel like velvet.

Look, silky smooth. See?

It wasn't screwed on properly
in the video.

The level of adrenaline in her system

matches the dosage given by the pen.

We've been looking in
the wrong place the whole time.

That was in Susie Montagu's handbag.

And these are earnings
from your little sideline,

where you're making way more
than a few hundred a week.

That has to be it.

Call Officer Curtis.

I want that notebook checked.
And the coroner, too.

I want to run another test.

If I'm right, I know who our killer is.

Now, two questions
have been bothering me

from the start of this case.
First question -

how did Susie ingest peanut oil?

You see, on the morning
she died, she'd been fasting

for several hours,
and the postmortem confirmed

there was nothing in her system.

Second question -

why didn't the EpiPen work?

I mean, it got the adrenaline
into her system,

as it had always done whenever
she experienced anaphylaxis.

So why didn't it work this time?

And then... it hit me.

Actually, it was me that hit something.

Sorry, DS Thomas!

But it provided me with the answers
to both those questions,

answers which were
actually quite simple.

The EpiPen didn't work

because Susie was not
in anaphylactic shock.

Despite the presence
of peanut oil in her mouth,

peanuts had nothing
to do with Susie's death.

Isn't that right,

Carrie?

Er, I'm sorry, what?

You killed Susie Montagu.

But you didn't do it with peanuts.

You did it with snake venom.

Officer Rose.
Here you go, sir.

I said bring the snake venom,
not the actual snake.

Oh, sorry. My bad.

Thanks to Daisy, we know that snake
venom in small quantities

can be taken as a natural high,
but too high a dosage is fatal.

You have to get the dosage just right,

otherwise it can be pretty nasty.

Um...

..I think we've seen enough
of that, Officer Rose.

Thank you.

Come on, Delroy.

We assumed that the significant
bruising on Susie's thigh

was because you were
heavy-handed with the EpiPen.

But it was because you'd

already injected her minutes
before with the snake venom.

Oh, wow! Well done, you!

That's amazing!

You knew you had around ten minutes
before the venom took effect,

the symptoms of which -
and this is the clever bit -

would mimic anaphylaxis,

and ultimately cause
respiratory shutdown.

But it was essential that everyone,
especially the coroner,

believed Susie's death
to be anaphylaxis from peanuts.

An accident. And so,
when Susie finally collapsed,

you made sure that you were
the one to inject the EpiPen

in the same spot
you'd injected the venom,

where you knew a bruise
would already be forming.

Two injection sites
made to look like one.

Genius. Once I realised that,

I knew the killer could only be you.

But you still had to get peanut traces

into Susie's system to back up
the anaphylaxis theory.

So what did you do?

You put peanut oil on your fingers,

and as you pretended
to check Susie's airway,

you transferred the oil from your
fingers into Susie's mouth.

With everyone believing Susie
had died from anaphylaxis,

you knew the snake venom
wouldn't be detected

in a postmortem unless
the coroner was looking for it,

which he wasn't.

So we asked him to look again.

Guess what he found?

But, nah, I don't get it.

How could she have injected
Suze with the snake venom

without her noticing?

Susie had filmed
a promotional video for Pelure

at her home earlier that morning.

Makes your skin feel like velvet.

Look, silky smooth. See?

But the lid of the jar
was left wonky in the video.

But when we found the jar,
it was screwed on correctly.

You knew Susie
would be filming that video

ahead of the Pelure launch.

We believe you added numbing cream

to the jar of Pelure before
later swapping the jar out.

We asked the lab
and they found lidocaine,

a powerful numbing agent,
on Susie's skin.

I don't understand.
Why would you do this?

Greed. Pure and simple.

Susie removed Carrie as
a director when she discovered

her affair with you. All that
potential coinage down the drain

because of a little indiscretion.

But you weren't going to let
that go, were you?

So you saw another opportunity.

Your extensive time in Big Pharma meant

you knew all about snake venom,

and how lucrative it could be
as a recreational drug.

We reckon you discovered Daisy's
little drug-dealing sideline,

and persuaded her
to increase production.

And under the cover
of Healing Skin,

you started smuggling
the venom Daisy was making.

We found this in Susie's bag.

Weights, measurements, prices

and profits.

We had the handwriting compared to
some sales notes you'd written.

They're a match.

Steve overheard you and Susie arguing

and assumed it was about the business,

but you were arguing
about the venom, weren't you?

Look, it's a very generous offer.
I don't want a cut, Carrie.

What the hell is wrong with you?

It's unethical, not to mention illegal.

But you had no intention of stopping.

The venom was worth way too much.

And that's why Susie had to die.

Officer Curtis, Officer Rose.

No, I didn't kill anyone, though.

Sorry, kiddo, there's
still the drug dealing thing.

Can't let that fly.

Come on.

Here you go, Mervin.

Welcome.

We had to drag him here.

So, you got the footy on, then?
Footy?

Sorry, the football.
Where's it screening?

Ah, mais non!

My bar is for talking, not television.

But you said that...

Oh, great. You got me.

Well done.

After a case, it's tradition.

OK. Right, then, here's to tradition.

Cheers.

Seriously, though, guys,
nice work today.

Special credit goes to Seb.

Ignoring the undercover op.

But you found us some spicy leads today!

Evening, Commissioner.
Good evening, officers.

I just wanted to say congratulations

on solving what I know was
a difficult case.

And...

..it seems I have an apology to make.

Firstly... to you, Officer Curtis.

During our recent conversation,

I was rather...

..um, severe.

For that, I am sorry.

And... I think

you will make
an exceedingly fine sergeant

one day. You are an asset to this team.

Uh, there's also a second
apology I have to make.

I have been...

..keeping something from you, which...

..on the advice of a trusted friend,

I have decided to share with you all.

The position

of Saint Marie Police Commissioner...

..is being phased out.

I... am being phased out.

But they can't.

I'm afraid they can.

And they are.

Good evening.

I suppose it's going to feel
strange for you guys

without Commissioner Patterson around.

Yeah.

I never met a guy like him.

I don't think I've processed it yet.

Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.

Uh, sir. Um...

I asked around, like you said,
about Dorna.

I spoke to the harbour master

who was working
the night she died, and...

And? What?

She called the harbour master,
from the boat.

During the storm?

The call was recorded.

It's a hard listen.

Harbour master.

Coastguard?

This is Dorna Bray. I'm at sea.

I need your help now!

What are your coordinates?

I have no GPS.

There's no land in sight.

I don't know where I am.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Hello, miss?

Miss?

Inspector?

Commissioner, you were right.

About my mother.

Oh.

Turns out it really was an accident.

Irrefutable proof.

So I'm shutting the case down.

Not an easy decision, I'm sure.

Yeah.

But, um,

the right one.

Anyway, thanks...

..for humouring me.

Goodnight, Commissioner.

Goodnight.

To doing business.

Minutes before Patrick Ambrose
is about to sign

a contract... He ends up dead.

How could the killer be
certain that Patrick would pour

a lethal dose into his own glass
and not into everyone else's?

Just got shivers when you said that.

There's something I know that I
should probably tell the police.

I wouldn't waste your time
listening to gossip.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm not doing enough.

What's the new approach?
I'm going to do too much.

What's the matter with you? You are.

Something tells me we're not
talking about the case.