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Janelle! Good to see you again.

And you.

So, how are you feeling about today?

Where's Patrick?

If we're going to do this, no point wasting any time.

No, sure. Course.

He's over at the tasting bar.

Erm, your assistant's already there.

Sorry?

Antony!

I want to get my own start-up going at some point.

Got a few ideas floating around,

but I don't want to rush into it too soon, you know?

I guess.

Do what you gotta do.

Yeah. No, I will,

I will. Oh, great, they're here.

Afternoon.

Afternoon, Patrick.

Janelle.

Antony.

So, the contract is being biked over.

Should be ready to sign shortly.

We thought we could have a drink while we wait.

Sure. We just need a moment.

Mm.

What are you playing at?

I told you I didn't want you here.

Mum, the only way I can ever learn from you

is if I see everything you do,

not just what you want me to see.

I appreciate that, but this is too important to mess up.

And that's what you think I'm going to do -

mess it all up for you?

I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry.

Please, I just want to be included.

OK.

All right!

This is our new line.

It's a 15-year-old but has a more mature taste,

with a thick, caramel-y finish.

It's like getting a big, warm hug from a drink.

There's no master distiller better than Francesca.

Well, thank you. The rum's been aged

in oak barrels,

and that bottle was drawn three days ago,

just for today.

Neat for me.

Yes, we're very proud of this mix.

Hope you like it.

Well, I suppose somebody should make a toast.

Janelle?

Sure.

To doing business.

To doing business. Cheers.

Go speak with the paramedics. On it.

Were you the one that called it in?

This is all my fault.

Just stay calm and tell me what happened.

Was it some kind of poisoning?

Methanol, I think. I mean,

the rum was...

No. No, this just should not have happened.

Three victims on their way to the hospital.

A fourth was found at the bar.

He didn't make it.

Oh, God!

That's it, keep it coming.

That's it! Keep it coming.

Keep coming. Keep coming.

Whoa! Good morning, sir.

You know you're about to change my life, right?

So, where's this going?

I'll find a place for it. Thanks a lot, mate.

Hey, sir.

Mm? All right if I come in?

Yeah, yeah, come through.

Is that...?

The answer to my prayers?

Oh, yes.

Did you buy...? No, renting it,

and for a pittance.

I tell you this, DS Thomas, say what you want

about Saint Marie...

Which you do.

..but it's dirt-cheap here.

It's got that going for it, if nothing else.

You literally have no filter.

Also...

..take a look at this.

Check that out.

Oh!

So you've also got a satellite dish.

Great.

So, um...

..what's the thinking behind all this?

Well, I've not got long left here, right?

And now, with my mum's case put to bed, I thought,

you know, might as well try and enjoy myself.

The Commissioner mentioned you'd closed the case.

Are you feeling all right about it?

Yeah! Course.

I'm good.

Especially now I can watch the footy, with air-con.

It's heaven.

I mean, no offence...

Offence coming.

..but the TV out here is not good.

Sorry, did you want something?

Actually, yes.

There's been a poisoning.

Accidental. Three people in hospital, one dead.

That wasn't at a rum distillery, by any chance?

Yeah, it was.

The Ambrose rum distillery.

How did you know that?

The victim's name is Patrick Ambrose.

37 years old.

He owns the whole distillery.

Like the other victims, he had a single shot of rum

and started feeling ill shortly after.

Mm-hm.

"Mm-hm"?

Mm-hm.

Is that all you've got to say, Inspector?

Mm-hm.

Is there a reason he's being like this?

I think so,

but he won't tell me what it is.

Well, that's helpful of him.

Do the paramedics know

why Mr Ambrose died and everyone else didn't?

They assume

that he must have drunk a bit more than the others.

It's a good way to go, though, right?

I mean, if you've got to go, you might as well die

with a glass of rum in your hand.

I don't think it was very pleasant for him, Officer Rose.

I'm just saying.

Bingo!

I knew it'd be in here somewhere.

Two days ago, I got a call on my mobile.

DI Wilson speaking.

Hello?

Whoever it was didn't speak, and seconds later they hung up.

So I checked the number out,

and the call was made from this distillery.

Called it back, went to reception,

who said that call could have been made

from any phone on the estate.

No way of finding out who it was.

Except now I do know.

But... that's your number, sir.

It is.

Whoa! Just got shivers when you said that.

So it was Patrick that was phoning you?

DI Wilson speaking.

Hello?

What do you think he wanted to say?

Not a scooby.

But him turning up dead two days later

feels like too much of a coincidence for my money.

You're now thinking it's suspicious?

I am.

The food health and safety officers

have confirmed it is contaminated.

We... Well, no, I must have distilled

at the wrong temperature

and not removed all the methanol.

Could be a faulty thermometer

or human error.

Either way, this is on me. OK,

let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Just talk me through it.

I drew the rum three days ago.

The bottle was capped and sealed.

I gave it to Patrick.

It's been in his possession ever since.

And this evening?

It was Patrick who opened the bottle.

I handed round four glasses,

put some ice in everyone's...

apart from his.

Patrick poured them each a shot

and they all sipped their drinks.

Cora was pouring Patrick a second shot,

while I was refreshing the glasses, when...

Are you all right, Patrick?

They all started feeling ill not long after him.

And why were these particular people here this evening?

Patrick was selling the distillery to Miss Dulice.

They were about to sign the contract.

But they didn't?

So the distillery stays in the family?

I suppose. I mean...

..there is only Cora left.

I guess it's hers now.

Right, well, thanks for your time, Miss Bower.

Erm, so, er...

..you're not arresting me, then?

Not yet.

Is it me, or is this suspicious thing number two?

Minutes before Patrick Ambrose is about to sign a contract

concluding the sale of this entire estate...

He ends up dead.

Poisoned.

We need to get onto the Ambrose lawyers first thing tomorrow.

But Patrick poured the drinks.

Sir?

If this was murder and the poisoning was intentional,

how could the killer be certain that Patrick would pour

a lethal dose into his own glass

and not into everyone else's?

No, something about this doesn't make sense.

Commissioner!

You after me?

I heard what happened at the Ambrose Distillery.

I guess you should know we're treating

Patrick Ambrose's death as suspicious

until we've reason not to.

I was unaware he'd come back.

Come back?

It must have been about 18 years ago now.

Patrick had a falling-out with his father,

Carnell Ambrose.

And do you know the reason for their fall-out?

Carnell never said.

And where's the dad now?

He passed away six weeks ago.

So Patrick must have

only recently inherited the distillery.

Then came back to sell it.

The fact that Patrick Ambrose has been gone for 18 years

then ends up dead not long after he returns...

Suspicious thing number three.

Thank you, sir.

We'll keep digging into it, let you know what we find.

OK. OK.

Commissioner?

Are you doing all right, sir?

You know...

..in light of your own situation.

I'm doing absolutely fine.

Thank you for asking, Officer Curtis.

Inspector?

Are you in there, sir?

Morning!

I wasn't sure if...

DS Thomas, are you ready for this? Ready for...?

Oh!

Oh! That's REALLY cold.

THAT is temperature perfection.

18 degrees Celsius, bang-on.

I mean, the downside is

you have to keep all the doors and windows closed,

otherwise it doesn't work properly.

But it's a small price to pay, right?

I'd rather be able to see the view, myself, but...

..each to their own.

Oh, sir!

I don't think Harry's enjoying this as much as you are.

Oh! Sorry, didn't know you were there.

Go on, go and get warm, mate.

So is this how you plan to spend the next couple of months?

Shut up in here, not enjoying the island?

Yeah.

Anyway, down to business. Did you get

anything of interest from the Ambrose family lawyers?

Oh, yes.

The victims are all doing well, sir,

and are being discharged from hospital today.

Now, ever since Patrick left home 18 years ago,

Cora Ambrose has been helping her father

to run the distillery, and from what they're saying,

it took a long time for Cora to earn his respect.

Sounds like he was pretty old-fashioned,

always wanted his son to take over the family business.

But, over time, she slowly convinced him

that she could do it.

But he never got round to changing the will

so she'd inherit?

No. Apparently, Cora was devastated.

She was about to lose

everything she'd spent the last 18 years working for.

OK. I'll speak with Cora.

You check in with Antony and Janelle Dulice.

OK.

So, I suppose I might as well be honest with you.

Not a bad thing to be, when the police are involved.

Patrick and I never got on.

That little scar near his forehead?

From one of our fights when we were teenagers.

You must have been made up, then,

when he ran away 18 years ago.

Well, I can't say I wasn't.

And at first, Daddy kept putting money into his account,

his monthly allowance,

but after a year had passed he stopped,

hoping it would force him to come home.

OK. Fast-forward 18 years.

Your father passes away,

and he leaves everything to Patrick in his will.

I was... beyond angry.

I can believe it.

But it does give you every reason to want your brother off the scene -

permanently, this time.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that,

apart from...

..you're right.

My brother's death has left me

with everything I've ever wanted.

Well, you're not exactly

dressing it up for me, I'll give you that.

Well, I told you I'd be honest, and I am being,

no more so than when I tell you

it was not me that killed Patrick.

I promise you.

Ho-ho-ho! Man has his own minibar.

Ha! It's, like, the coolest thing ever.

I mean, if I ever ran my own business,

I would totally get a minibar.

That... and a big box

of cigars.

And everyone would be like, "See that man over there?

"Him are the boss." Ha-ha! Right?

Er, what did you say?

I'm sorry.

Is everything OK, Officer Curtis?

I just can't stop thinking about the poor Commissioner

and him losing his job.

Yeah. I know.

Oh, gosh.

Officer Rose?

Why are you photographing the minibar?

This isn't even a crime scene.

Oh, yeah, I know. But...

..it's my new approach to my investigative process...

..cos I think one of my faults

is that sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough

and I miss things.

So, what's the new approach?

From now on...

..I'm going to do too much.

Cora Ambrose definitely had reason

to want her brother dead. She doesn't refute it.

As to whether she went as far as murdering the guy...

What about those two?

Nothing to suggest a motive.

Miss Dulice only met Patrick Ambrose for the first time

a few days ago and Antony only last night.

And the fact that the sale of the distillery

isn't going ahead means she's lost out big time.

Hmm?

Hey.

All right, people, what you got?

OK, sir.

The lab have come back.

The bottle of rum was contaminated.

There were traces in all four glasses but nowhere else.

Postmortem confirms

methanol poisoning was the cause of death.

The amount found in the victim's system was higher

than the amount ingested by the other three.

Which brings us back to the same question -

if it was murder,

how could the killer guarantee that Patrick would pour himself

a lethal amount of poisoned rum

but only put enough in the other three glasses

to make them ill? So, erm, Mr Ambrose

drank his rum neat.

Everybody else had ice in theirs.

So maybe the poison got diluted when the ice melted.

Except it's the same amount of poison

whether it's in melted ice or not. Doesn't lessen the effect.

OK, then maybe the killer

didn't care who else got killed,

took a risk and... got lucky.

Well, I don't believe in luck. And if that was their tactic,

there's a world in which Patrick was the one that lived

and the other three died, the opposite of what they wanted.

Anything come from the search?

Ah, there's something that might be of interest.

It's about...

..Janelle Dulice.

Employment records.

It turns out

that she worked at the distillery one summer.

She would have been 19 at the time,

before she went to university... in the States.

She told us

she only met Patrick Ambrose for the first time this week,

but he must have been around back then, right?

Not necessarily.

I mean, this is the summer of 2007, 18 years ago.

Hang on, that's the same year Patrick left.

I mean, that could have been a coincidence, or... Or maybe not.

OK, go back to the distillery first thing,

talk to anyone that worked there in 2007,

see what they know.

Good evening, Commissioner. Is everything...?

Inspector, you've caused quite a stir.

I see. Get over to the shack now!

OK. Well, I'll get over there right away.

I'm needed back at the shack.

There's a situation occurring.

Mm!

Inspector...

..please explain to me what on earth you were thinking

when you stuck that thing up there.

Well, I was thinking

I'd finally be able to watch Match Of The Day.

But I suspect that's not the answer you're looking for.

What's the problem with it?

It's an eyesore

for which you sought no permission.

Permission from who? Me, for one,

as I would have told you to do so is illegal.

Seriously?

Illegal?

You can just shove those up in London.

No-one gives a hoot.

This... is not London.

I think it's because it's a public beach, sir.

And an area of natural beauty.

The council are really not happy.

There's a penalty to pay.

Course there is.

150 dollars?

Mm.

They've got to be kidding, right?

No, I don't think they are. I suggest you pay that promptly...

..and take that down even more so.

Nice seeing you again, Mervin.

Unbelievable.

Oh, well, it's back to the Dark Ages for you, Mervin.

Well, sir, don't you think it's a bit of a waste

to spend your last couple of months on the island

holed up watching TV?

What else am I going to do?

Well...

..you could spend some time

getting to know more about your mother.

Hold this, will you?

You could maybe visit some of the places she used to go,

talk to her friends.

Did her neighbour, um, Brianna, ever mention anything?

I don't know.

Er... kind of.

Brianna said there was this

seafood place my mum used to eat at.

It was her favourite, apparently.

Then why don't you go and try it?

Look, I'm sure this Day Of The Match show is really good...

- Match Of The Day. - Whatever.

You can watch it all you want when you get back home.

Sir, this is your one chance to get to learn

more about your mother's life here on Saint Marie.

Yeah.

I guess maybe you're right.

Let me think about it.

Do you know anyone who needs a new satellite dish?

Right, thank you for your help.

No worries, Officer. Is that all right?

Morning. Morning.

Good morning. So what did they say?

August the 22nd, 2007 was the last time

Patrick and Janelle were both seen here.

It's assumed that they had run away into the sunset together,

but it's not definite. No-one knows for sure.

It's not much of a motive, though,

the fact that they had a summer romance back in the day.

No,

but at the same time it is odd that when Patrick returns

to the distillery after 18 years,

so does Janelle.

Mm.

And the guy ends up dead within days of them seeing each other.

And that.

Look, I understand it's your job to ask questions,

but I wouldn't waste your time listening to gossip.

So you're saying

nothing happened between you and Mr Ambrose?

Nothing.

This is your son, Antony, right?

Yes, it is.

It says here his date of birth is the 28th of May, 2008.

Yes.

You sure that's right?

Yes, I am.

Well, that makes it nine months after you left the distillery,

nine months after

the fling with Patrick Ambrose that you claim you never had.

Is that a coincidence?

Bear in mind we can get a warrant for a paternity test.

Patrick was his father.

Did Patrick know?

By the time I found out I was pregnant,

he'd already disappeared.

So I got on and raised Antony by myself.

And what about now? The fact that you and Antony meet up

with his father for the first time in 18 years -

oh, first time ever for Antony -

and now Patrick's dead.

Is that really a coincidence?

My coming back to that distillery,

seeing Patrick,

was purely business.

For Antony, too?

Antony doesn't know that Patrick was his father.

And I have no desire for him to find out now.

That's my decision to make, not yours.

He'll be back soon.

So I must insist that you stop asking questions about it.

The police were here? Mum, what's going on?

Nothing. They just had a few questions, that's all.

Nothing to worry about.

So any particular reason we're eating out,

or you just fancy a change?

I'm just doing what you said, visiting places my mum went.

THIS is where your mum ate?

Where did you think we were going?

It was a good idea of yours, this.

I'm glad we came.

Thank you.

Erm, we'll order now.

Right. Oh!

Yeah, I will have the Creole shrimp salad

and a Coke, please, plenty of ice.

Right. And you?

I haven't even...

You know what?

I'll have what he's having. Thanks.

Oh, and we're on the clock,

so if you could ask the chef to, er, get a wriggle on,

that'd be greatly appreciated.

Nice place, this, isn't it?

Yeah.

It is.

Maybe you could talk to some of the staff,

see if they knew your mother.

Or I could, if you prefer. What do you think?

I think Janelle Dulice isn't giving us the full story.

My gut is saying it's something to do with

what happened 18 years ago.

What is it?

So now you're here, you just want to talk about the case?

What else is there to talk about?

Francesca!

Would you like another?

Went down a bit too easily, that one.

Maybe you just needed it.

Maybe. I'm, erm...

I'm not really feeling myself at the moment.

I'm not surprised,

after everything that's happened.

It's all right.

Tell me.

There's, erm, there's something I know

that I should probably tell the police.

But it feels wrong if I do, and...

..and it feels wrong if I don't,

so I have no idea which way to turn...

..or what to do.

Then I think I do.

Let me make a call. Hmm?

I can't believe I've never been here before.

This food is so good.

I can see why it was your mother's favourite.

Yeah, it's really tasty.

Well!

Are you finished already?

I...

If I wanted to see the station duty logs

between, say, June and September

18 years ago,

where would they be?

In the archive. Darlene would have to get it. Why?

I've got a hunch about something.

I'm going to pay.

I'll see you back at the car.

Officer Curtis?

You might want to box that up to go.

Check!

All right, Officer Curtis, that's great.

I'll see you back at the station in a bit. Thanks.

What's the matter with you?

You are.

You're always in such a rush,

never pausing or taking a moment.

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

No, sir, we're not.

We're talking about you

and how annoying you can be. Oh, great.

Fun times.

This was supposed to be a nice thing for you to do,

not a quick working lunch kind of thing.

And if you'd just taken a moment,

you'd have seen there's a board inside

with photos of customers on it.

And there's one of your mother.

Sir...

..there's so much you're going to miss

if you don't just slow down.

I know.

I know!

It's just...

It's just my default, isn't it?

I speed through things.

I understand.

And I apologise

if I was being a bit... you know.

Narky?

Says the king of narky.

King?

I... understand you are torn.

And...

..I don't want you to feel pressured in any way.

It's just it feels like a betrayal,

telling you what I know, and...

..it's not my secret to share.

That feels like quite a weight you're carrying.

It can't be easy.

And it's been for so long.

Well, then, perhaps...

..let someone else help carry the weight with you.

It's about Janelle Dulice.

Oh, this is the coolest thing ever!

Sir!

Your detective brain skills are seriously mad.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Not in those exact words.

Ah, you found the duty log. Mm-hm.

Here it is. Janelle Dulice IS in there.

She entered the police station,

claiming that she wanted to report a crime

on the morning of

the 23rd of August, 2007.

That's the day after she left the distillery.

Sergeant Lilly Thomson was the officer on duty.

She started taking her statement,

but Janelle changed her mind

and walked out.

So what crime was she going to report?

I can answer that.

Commissioner!

I've just been talking with Francesca Bower.

It seems she knows what led Janelle Dulice

to leave her job at the distillery 18 years ago.

It was Patrick, wasn't it?

Wait. What are you saying?

The evening of the 22nd of August, 2007,

Francesca Bower was leaving for the day,

when she came across Janelle

running through the grounds of the distillery.

She was distressed.

In shock.

Crying.

What had happened between her and Patrick...

He raped her.

Didn't he?

In light of that, we NEED to speak to Janelle.

But we need to be sensitive.

So, DS Thomas, Officer Curtis,

I think you should conduct the interview.

Miss Dulice, we appreciate you coming in to talk with us.

Francesca spoke with you, didn't she?

That's what this is about?

Yes.

That night,

August 22nd, 2007...

..I was working late.

I was in the storage room, about to leave,

when Patrick appeared.

Said he wanted a drink.

I felt I couldn't say no, him being the boss's son.

And, erm,

what happened then?

He started ranting about his father.

They'd had a big bust-up that night.

Do you know what it was about?

There'd been a fire the week before that Patrick had caused.

Burned down one of the outbuildings.

Patrick had been messing about.

They were about to start rebuilding,

and Mr Ambrose Senior was furious

about how much it was going to cost.

Patrick got it off his chest...

..and I said I had to go.

But I could tell he didn't want me to.

Then he went to kiss me.

I pulled away from him and tried to leave,

saying I really needed to go now.

He grabbed me...

..forced me to the ground...

..and he...

We're so sorry, Janelle.

When I heard Patrick was back on the island

and putting the distillery up for sale,

I knew straight away I had to buy it,

so I could erase every memory of what happened there.

How?

By knocking it all down,

turning it into something else,

build it into a new business.

Make it mine.

Even if that meant coming face-to-face

with Patrick Ambrose?

Oh, I wanted to see him...

..to look him in his eyes the way I couldn't 18 years ago...

..because I'm stronger now.

And how was it when you did?

It was strange.

He seemed a different man to how he was.

All the bravado had gone out of him.

He was guarded, quiet...

..like he was hiding something from the world.

The truth, maybe, of what he did to you?

You both need to know...

..even though I spent

most of my life feeling hatred for that man...

..I did NOT murder him...

..because that would mean I was no better than him.

And I am.

I am so much better than him.

Thank you, Miss Bordey.

Yes, DS Thomas.

How did you get on with Miss Dulice?

Selwyn was so good this afternoon,

calming Francesca down, reassuring her.

It's not right he won't be there

to do that any more. Yeah.

I've been thinking.

You know what my favourite TV show was as a little boy?

No...

The Jungle Squad. Every Saturday morning,

9am sharp, I'd be there,

until one day, out of the blue,

they got rid of my favourite character,

Maurice the Mongoose.

But when this happened,

loads of schoolkids got together

and organised a petition

to get Maurice the Mongoose reinstated.

Ah!

Inspector, they've just finished

interviewing Janelle Dulice,

so we can head back to the station now.

Inspector...

..is something bothering you?

From the start, we've been working on the assumption

that Patrick Ambrose was the victim,

one of our suspects had to be the perpetrator.

But in some ways, the opposite can also be true,

because now we know Janelle was a victim

and Patrick was the perpetrator...

..which makes me wonder,

why would a perpetrator want to phone

a police detective?

And do you know the answer?

No.

But now we're asking the right question,

we can start looking

at this piece of evidence in a new light and give it

the attention it deserves.

Officer Curtis, let me know

how you get on with those prints, please.

Yes, sir.

Is there anything I can do, Inspector?

Maybe don't speak.

Just ignore him, Seb.

What is this?

It's the victim's study.

His desk,

his minibar,

etc, etc.

Why have we got these? Just in case.

What exactly are you looking for, sir?

I don't know.

But now we're looking at the victim in a different light,

we need to do the same for the crime scene.

So, erm...

..victim becomes perpetrator.

Same rules apply. If you flip it on its head...

..what have we got? Erm...

OK.

So...

..poisoned,

poisoned,

NOT poisoned.

Wait a minute.

Maybe that's it.

The bottle of rum was contaminated with methanol.

The poison got diluted when the ice melted?

But if that's the case, how?

You took these photos just in case?

Yes, sir.

Well, that's, er...

That's good work, Officer Rose.

I think they might have just solved the crime.

Inspector?

We've got a match, but it's two different sets of prints.

Whose are they?

Well, one of the sets of prints belongs

to one of our suspects, but the other one...

It's odd, it's matched with someone

not even connected to the case, a guy called...

..Samson Lay.

Who's Samson Lay?

Well, he was arrested in Guadeloupe

for a bank robbery back in 2007.

He later absconded,

and there's still an outstanding warrant

for his arrest.

So what's he got to do

with Patrick Ambrose being murdered?

Everything.

There'd been a fire the week before that Patrick had caused.

Burned down one of the outbuildings.

Patrick had a falling-out with his father.

At first, Daddy kept putting money into his account,

his monthly allowance.

He was guarded...

..quiet...

..like he was hiding something from the world.

You said the other set of fingerprints

was from one of our suspects?

Yes.

Well, who is it?

Miss Ambrose?

I have a question for you.

Do you recognise this?

It's my phone number. I...

I... I tell you what.

While you're trying to formulate your answer,

I want you to know

that we found your fingerprints on this,

so we know you definitely touched it.

And there are tests that can be done

to confirm whether this is your handwriting or not.

So I'll ask you again.

Do you recognise this?

Yes.

OK.

Next question. Why did you write my number down?

Because I think it's because, a few days ago,

you were thinking of phoning me to report a crime.

We've just checked the body currently lying at the mortuary

and have confirmed it's not your brother, Patrick Ambrose,

but a man called Samson Lay.

You wanted to inform me

that the man who returned home for the first time since 2007

was an impostor

who had spent the last 18 years pretending to be your brother.

Am I right?

What's going on?! The thing is, Cora,

now we know that the man who was murdered here two days ago

wasn't in fact your brother, it does beg the question...

..where is Patrick Ambrose?

Well, I... I don't know! No?

You see, I don't believe Patrick left

this distillery 18 years ago.

I think he's still here.

Underneath this building.

And I think it was you that killed him.

No, that's... I didn't!

You didn't? Uh-uh.

Because you see those people who just came in?

They've got all the kit needed to determine

if there is, in fact, a body lying underneath this building.

And once they do, they'll bring in a dig team.

The night of the 22nd of August, 2007 was

the last time Patrick was seen, here at this distillery.

Tell us what happened, Cora.

We know another crime was committed that night,

by Patrick.

We know what he did to Janelle.

Is it connected to that?

Cora? It's game over.

Just tell us.

I saw them.

Janelle was in such a state.

Patrick...

He attacked me.

And I realised what Patrick had done to her.

And I felt SO angry.

Patrick, what have you done?!

And he just smiled.

Answer me!

I grabbed the nearest thing at hand, a bottle of rum...

..and I hit him. Hard.

He fell,

banged his head on the floor, and he never got up.

This outbuilding was being rebuilt

after the fire your brother started.

I assume you moved the body in here

and left it to the builders, albeit unwittingly,

to bury him for you.

After that, all you had to do was convince Daddy

that Patrick had run away.

I filled a suitcase with his clothes,

his passport and wallet, and I threw it in the sea.

And when you heard, not long after,

that Patrick was drawing money from his account,

you realised that somebody found his suitcase

and had taken his identity.

I couldn't believe it

when this man pretending to be Patrick turned up.

No-one realised, apart from me.

Well, why would they, right?

I mean, I've seen photos of both Patrick and Samson

from 18 years ago, and they do kind of look similar.

It was brazen of the guy,

that's for sure. But after doing some quick tests,

it's clear that Samson Lay was living hand-to-mouth.

So the chance of

selling this distillery and making millions of dollars

was a massive risk

but a risk worth taking...

..which brings us full circle to his murder

and why you killed him.

Janelle Dulice admitted to us this afternoon her plans to...

..redevelop this distillery.

We think you caught wind of that,

and if the sale of the distillery went ahead,

Patrick's body would be discovered.

That's why you had to stop it from happening.

And that's why you wrote my number down.

You were considering reporting Samson as an impostor.

But Samson cottoned on to what you were doing, didn't he?

If you phone the police and tell them who I am,

then I'm just going to tell them what YOU did to Patrick.

He worked it all out.

Which left you no choice other than to kill Samson Lay.

All of which brings us to the final unanswered question

in this whole affair.

How did you do it?

Like this bottle of rum,

the one that was opened two nights ago

by Samson Lay, your second victim,

did not in fact contain any methanol.

So how did all four of you ingest methanol

if it wasn't in the bottle of rum you drank from?

Let's start with

the nonlethal dose you administered to yourself,

Janelle and Antony.

Just enough to make you all ill.

Well, the ice

answers that question.

You laced the ice with methanol,

and when you made the three poisoned pieces,

you put them on top

of the normal ones Francesca had already put out.

So when she went to serve the ice

for the first round of drinks,

she naturally took the ones at the top.

We assume, having spent

the last month with Samson in the house,

you must have noticed he drank his rum neat,

with no ice.

Samson then poured the non-poisoned rum

into each glass,

causing the methanol-laced ice to slowly begin melting,

administering the tiniest amount

into yours, Janelle's and Antony's drinks.

Now, at this point, Samson is sipping from a glass of rum

that hasn't been poisoned.

So how and when did he ingest the lethal dose?

Well, I believe he'd already consumed it

shortly before Janelle arrived to sign the contract.

Quite the soft drinks fiend, was our Mr Lay.

When I spoke with young Antony Dulice,

who was the first to arrive that evening,

he recalls seeing "Patrick"

finishing a can of soda when he got there.

Afternoon.

I'm Antony, Janelle's assistant.

So, let's take a look, shall we?

Bingo.

We'll get this to the lab,

but I'm in no doubt there'll be traces of methanol in this can.

Just before Antony and Janelle arrived,

while Patrick was distracted,

you spiked the can of soda with methanol.

They're arriving. It's time.

Which leaves one final task -

getting the poison into the bottle of rum.

Some sort of distraction. Suffice to say,

when no-one was looking, in it went.

Second round? Yes, please.

Once everyone had finished the first round,

you suggested another.

Francesca refreshed the glasses,

unwittingly disposing of the poisoned ice.

And then you poured Samson, and only Samson,

a second shot,

so that his glass now contained traces of methanol...

Are you all right, Patrick?

..leading us to assume

that the first shot must have been poisoned as well,

just like the other three were,

because they were all poured

from the seemingly poisoned bottled.

But it was this that really killed him.

It was clever. Really clever.

And you would have had us all fooled...

..if it wasn't for this.

I'm sorry about Samson Lay.

I don't think he was a good man,

but he didn't deserve to die.

But my brother did.

And I'm not sorry for what I did to him.

Cora Ambrose...

..you are under arrest for the murder of Samson Lay.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you fail to mention...

The petition says, "Save Commissioner Patterson."

Good.

Hello, Selwyn. Check your inbox.

Excuse me?

Oh! Thank you. No problem.

To you, Dorna.

Mum.

Cheers!

♪ Dusty roads are calling

♪ Golden leaves are falling

♪ I must go away soon

♪ At the sight of dawn

♪ Everyone go chasing

♪ Better times and better places... ♪

This talented young woman is shot and killed

at a football match, and no-one,

including ourselves, saw or heard a thing.

Each of these suspects were on the pitch

at the time of the murder.

So how could any one of them have shot Ines?

Your petition passed the 10,000 mark.

Look, I don't suppose you would like a drink

this evening? I would like that.

There she is.

Stop her.

Grace! Wait!

I'm sorry, I should have told you this before.