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Thank you for inviting me to your wedding.

I would be delighted to attend.

Frankie?

Snake?

Uh, did it get her? Was she bitten?

This was an accident.

This is not my fault.

Since you've come home everything is harder.

Oh, your life, it would just be so much easier if I'd never come back.

I might have said some things about it being easier

if you weren't here.

It's not true.

Gotta get this bucks on the road. Wedding's only around the corner.

Your wedding won't be a nightmare.

This one will be perfect.

Welcome to Daisy and Glenn's wedding.

You've got your signature cocktail there, pear spritzer.

We've called it the 'perfect pair', because they are.

Go easy though because they're a little bit strong.

Glenn Strong.

Thank you. I write my own jokes.

Oh!

How are we feeling?

Oh, I think he's a bit nervous. I'm not nervous.

He's nervous.

Mate, before you know it you'll be married to an absolute legend.

And then listening to the most hilarious

yet heartfelt best man speech that's ever been delivered.

Are we ever going to stop hearing about this speech?

However, I can't... (CLEARS THROAT) I can't vouch for the bridesmaid.

Ah, yes, that's Kat. Kat.

She's asked Daisy for a printout

with photos of the blokes who are single, or her words,

"in a relationship that's a little bit shaky."

(LAUGHS)

Bing bong, bing bong, special announcement.

I'm an envoy from our bride sent to inform you

that she is a fraction delayed.

Delayed?

Challenges with the hair.

I am told being met with aplomb.

She should be here in a trice.

'Trice'?

Trice.

She's coming though?

Of course.

Hm. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, no, it's going to be perfect.

Where's Frankie?

Oh.

(FRANKIE WHINES) Stay still.

There.

(GRUNTS)

OK.

I guess there is nothing left to do but... go.

Come on.

Nice shot. Take it. Yeah, take the photo.

Oh, there's Claire and Frankie.

Claire. Oh, hello.

Pardon, pardon, excuse me, but no photographs, please.

What? At all?

The bride and groom have requested an analogue wedding.

There will of course be official photos, but for the guests...

Click, click.

Mm. Click, click. (LAUGHS)

Have fun.

He's a bit of a card, isn't he?

Hey, smile.

No, no photos.

It's a disposable.

At all.

You cannot take a good photo of me.

It's a curse.

Really?

Yes, I used to chuck a sickie every school photo day.

Just, it wasn't worth the embarrassment.

No.

Don't, Felix.

Welcome.

Colin Cartwright, best man.

Sing out if I can help with anything.

I'll be right, Cal.

Oh, no, Colin, actually.

Who cares?

Romantics, everywhere.

Malcolm Stringer.

Philomena Strong.

Well, well.

What are you doing here?

Well, my ex-wife is the bride's godmother,

but she couldn't be here, thankfully, so...

What about you?

My son is the groom.

You're kidding. (LAUGHS) I know.

Are you still a detective?

No, no, I'm back in uniform now.

I'm out at Spout Creek.

Spout Creek? Spout Creek.

Wow, why is that?

Oh, I don't know, needed a change of pace.

Oh, yeah. Mm.

Finding that foot on the beach didn't turn you off, did it?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Well, it'd turn anybody off, wouldn't it?

Hey, so, you know where you're sitting.

Would you excuse me for a moment, Phil?

Frankie!

Oh! Hello, girl.

I know, awkward.

No, you, look...

Look at this beautiful girl.

She's recovered well, hasn't she?

Keep away from snakes from now on, please.

And you, keep her away from snakes from now on, please.

Thanks, Dr Joy.

I'll do my best.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin.

Take a seat.

Not a side.

You are loved by the groom AND by the bride.

(LAUGHTER)

The very best of luck.

Not that you'll need it.

No, because, um, today luck is not a factor,

because you're getting married and Godspeed to you.

Uh, Glenn.

The bride has arrived.

The moment is upon us.

There you go.

Thank you.

Go around.

(LADY PLAYS WEDDING MARCH ON UKELELE)

(GIGGLES)

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

What a wonderful day.

We are in, as my partner loves to say, an exquisite moment.

Hello, my name is Christopher Fletcher

and I am duly appointed by law to solemnize marriages

and to officiate in this wedding today

between Glenn Albert Strong and Daisy Deidre Dixon.

And so, if there are no objections, I will proceed.

Oh, uh, madam?

Uh, uh, madam?

Madam, please.

Er...

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(GASPING, MURMURING)

She's dead.

Who is she?

I don't know.

Daisy?

I don't know her either.

But she's at your wedding.

It's Doris Carides.

I recognized her when she walked in.

Oh, my God, so it is. Mm.

Who's Doris Carides?

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Malcolm Stringer.

Doris is a detective, a retired detective.

You worked with her, didn't you?

Back in the day, yeah.

She said something just as she collapsed.

Did anyone catch it?

Yeah, I thought it was, what, 'Mack'.

I mean, I could be wrong.

My hearing's not great.

I need to get a check, but that is what it sounded like.

Why would she say that? It doesn't make any sense.

Alright, she's foaming around the edges of her mouth.

She's bit her tongue.

Seizure?

Mm.

Look at her fingertips.

They're red and blistered.

Contact poison.

The only thing I can think of is organophosphate.

Pesticide?

Yeah, it's highly toxic.

You can't buy it anymore, but some farms still have it around.

Uh, Malcolm, Malcolm, you saw her walking in, didn't you?

And she was fine.

She was.

If it was, it had to be incredibly fast acting.

It would be.

But how was it transmitted?

She's not holding anything.

She's not touching...

Uh, everyone, um, put your... put your...put your...your brochures,

your...your manuals, your wedding manuals... your programs,

put your programs down and don't touch them.

Don't panic, everyone.

Just put them down as fast as you can.

Yep? Don't touch them.

Um, Felix, um, uh, get everyone inside

and bag the programs.

I need statements from everyone.

I need to know where they were sitting. What did they touch?

If they saw Doris, if they saw anything. Did they have a program?

Got it.

And get them to wash their hands with soap.

None of the others have any symptoms, so hopefully they're clean.

Can I get everybody inside, please? Right now, up the stairs.

Go and wash your hands.

REGGIE: Around that way. Just keep your hands up. Yep.

(WHINES)

I handed the programs out to them.

I, I, I, I touched them all.

Colin, best man.

How do you feel?

Uh, fine.

Actually, maybe a little bit lightheaded.

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

But how do we know for sure?

Could you do tests?

What?

Now?

Yes.

The faster I know what we're dealing with,

the quicker we can figure this out.

Well, but are we going to figure something out today, Mackenzie?

This is a crime scene.

I think we should let these people go.

No.

No, the chances are the killer is still here.

How fast can you do it?

It's a really simple test.

Half an hour at most.

OK. OK.

Oh, great.

Glenn. Daisy, I...

What, you're leaving?

I won't be long, I promise.

The sooner we figure this out, the sooner it can all happen.

OK.

Why did she mention Mack's name?

I... I don't know.

(SIGHS) Hey, I love you.

We're gonna sort this out, OK?

How about I get us a drink?

Malcolm, Malcolm, when did you last see Doris?

Look, um, I really don't know Doris that well.

Um, we worked together on a couple of cases back

when I was starting out as a detective, that's all.

Right, so years and years?

Yeah.

If you didn't know her that well,

why is your name on a list in her pocket?

My...?

Well, I don't know.

I don't... Um, what are the other names?

Tabitha Dewitt, Joy Mina.

Tabitha... No, I don't know.

What's happening?

I am trying to figure that out.

Daisy, whoever did this is, is probably still here,

so...

I am going to find out who it is as quick as I can

and make sure that you both get the...

the beautiful wedding that you deserve.

Can you tell me what these three people have in common?

They're all here.

Malcolm, Tabitha did the invitations and the signage, and Joy...

Frankie's vet.

Yeah, they're all invited.

Unlike... Doris.

OK, um, let them know we need to speak to them,

figure out why they're on this list.

OK, will do.

Never seen her before in my life.

Look at me.

I'm a printer, for God's sake.

And you, you printed the... the programs?

Yes. And the idea that they could be used to harm anyone...

(SOBS)

And you delivered them to the venue?

Last night, with all the signage.

OK, can you tell me about the printing process?

You, you, uh, you print them on a machine?

By machine? Absolutely not.

It's letterpress, all manual.

The charm of doing things by hand.

And I can assure you there was nothing untoward about the programs

when I delivered them here.

Just, you... don't go anywhere.

We want to talk to you again.

(WEEPS)

It's so horrible!

I think everyone's having a really good time.

I think it's really fun.

Glenn.

Just give me a sec.

Hey, guess what?

What?

I love you. And you look so hot.

She is a bit annoying though.

No, she's just... she's just trying to do her job.

You've always been way too nice about her.

It's definitely something on the program.

I'll send it away to the city for a more detailed tox,

but I used a dichloromethane as a solvent

to extract an organophosphate from the papers.

And given Doris's symptoms and manner of death,

we are looking at poisoning from some sort of pesticide.

So, uh, should I be worried?

Did you open any of the programs?

No.

Then you're fine.

I only found poison on the inside.

And I took a few others as samples - nothing on any of them.

Only one of the programs was poisoned?

I can't say for certain, but it looks like it.

And they were handed out completely at random?

Yeah, yeah, I just took them out of the box

and then handed them out to whoever was there.

When did you hand Doris hers?

I handed her one just before the ceremony.

She was the last to sit down.

So could someone have distracted her and then swapped the programs?

Reggie and Felix were sat next to her.

They would have noticed.

Mm. Right.

So a retired detective shows up to a wedding that she's not invited to

with the names of three guests on a list in her pocket,

and somehow she ends up murdered.

Yeah, not before saying your name.

Thank you.

But the murder weapon is a poison program

that you handed to her at random,

so how does the killer guarantee

that you hand Doris the one program with poison on it?

Doris Carides, former detective,

murdered at a wedding that she wasn't invited to.

In her pocket was a list of three names.

Those people are Tabitha Dewitt, letterpress printer.

Printed the programs, including probably the murder weapon.

Delivered them, no further involvement.

Joy Mina, Frankie's vet.

Keep her away from snakes from now on, please.

And Senior Sergeant Malcolm Stringer,

former detective, works at Spout Creek Police Station.

It's about 400 k's away.

Worked with Doris back in the day.

Hasn't seen her for years.

Doesn't know why she was there or why he's on her list.

OK, so something has to link these people.

We just... we just have to figure out what.

Huh.

Do we have any photos from the wedding?

Maybe they captured something.

No, guests were not allowed.

Analogue wedding.

And the photographer was always focused on Daisy and Glenn.

But, but, but, but...!

I collected all these.

I'm going to ring around all the local chemists

to see if anyone can develop them.

Great, Reggie, great.

OK, in the meantime we are going to piece together

Doris's last 24 hours, see if she was looking into anything.

If she was, what was it?

Hold on, I think I might have something.

The waitress last night said that she saw Doris talking to someone.

Who? Uh, the stationery lady.

Yeah, Tabitha. Tabitha.

Did she know what they were talking about?

Uh, she said that she heard Doris saying something like,

"Remember anything?"

Tabitha. Tabitha.

Hey.

So, I reckon I called like, what, half a dozen chemists

and none of them have the machine to develop film anymore.

They send it into the city and it takes like a week.

(SCOFFS) We don't have a week.

We know. We know.

I want to get this done quickly

so Glenn's wedding isn't completely destroyed.

Excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me.

Hello.

Um, didn't we tell you to stay until we'd spoken to you?

I can't hang around all afternoon.

I have surgeries to prepare for.

(SCOFFS)

It's Saturday.

Oh, nine-to-five job.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Is that all?

Yeah, that's all, Joy. Thank you.

Bye, Joy.

But that's not all.

Are you sure?

Just smile and wave.

Smile and wave.

Vital surgery prep.

Couldn't wait another moment.

But she was planning on being at the wedding all day.

Exactly.

So why is she so keen to leave?

Follow her.

Yep.

Something she's not telling us. Mm.

This is nice.

Hey, I quite like a waistcoat, actually.

Oh, not how we imagined it.

No.

We're still doing it, though?

Really?

Babe, people have come from everywhere to be here

because we love you.

Jenny came from Hong Kong, you had Lisa come from London, you know.

I came from Adelaide.

(WHISPERS) Adelaide.

We're doing this.

Oh, Mack?

Annoying.

Wow.

Oi.

Have you solved it yet?

I can't comment.

Oh, my God.

What if you don't get to do your speech?

Well...

That's not my concern.

OK, well, I saw you practising it out there.

Had your little stopwatch going and everything.

What's the plan with that?

Is it, like, make 'em laugh, make 'em cry?

"He's the best mate I ever had." Is that the vibe?

Well...

There's a bit more to it than that.

Oh, of course. No, no, no.

This is the one that's going to turn the best man speech on its head.

Alright.

I thought I'd heard it all when it came to wedding speeches, Margaret,

but that one...

Wow!

You having fun? I am.

Thank you so much for asking.

Because to me, it looks like you're covering your anxiety

that I've prepared my speech and you haven't.

You just, you dropped off the programs and then you left?

Yes.

Right, you didn't see Doris?

This is your handiwork?

(LAUGHS) Yes, it is.

Is that who that was?

You don't recall her saying something like, "Remember anything?"

No.

Do you have any idea if... I mean, we're not trying to rush you.

I know, I just...

Glenn, I'm not completely oblivious to all of this.

If there's anything I can do to help push things along...

Actually, what chemicals do you have at your lab?

Here we go, Senior Sergeant Stringer.

Oh, wow.

Beautiful.

So how long have you been here, Phil?

Oh, uh, 25 years.

Wow. Ah! I know.

You know, but sometimes I think, you know,

I should have had a little go at being a detective.

You would have been great.

I know, I know.

Mm.

(SIGHS)

So what took you to Spout Creek?

Oh, look, it's, you know, it's quiet.

I get to fish and got myself a little hobby farm.

Mm-hm.

So there was no epiphany,

no realisation why you shouldn't be a detective?

This is an interview, isn't it?

(LAUGHS)

Nicely done, Phil, but you should not be alone.

Oh, well, there you go.

See, you would have been great.

It was Doris who sent you to the country, wasn't it?

And you've done your research.

It was one call, Malcolm.

It's not a secret.

You were a very good detective.

You would have made it to the big league.

And Doris Carides, she ruins your career.

It's not what you're thinking.

Do you have organophosphates on your little hobby farm, pesticides?

Yes, but then half the farms in the district

have that stuff hanging around.

Look, Doris sending me to the country...

(SIGHS)

..it saved me, because my drinking was out of control.

I was a liability.

Her sending me, it was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.

Do you have any idea why she might have wanted to talk to you?

No, no. I avoided her. She's scary.

REGGIE: You used to be able to get your photos in an hour.

You could stand at the window of the chemist

and watch them popping out of the machine.

Pop, pop, pop.

Is that so? Yeah.

They'd be married by now if this hadn't all happened.

We'll get them there.

Did she have that bag on the way in?

Nope. No.

Joy Mina!

Stop! Police!

Go, Felix, get her!

Stop!

Oh, my gosh.

Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?

I have no idea where any of this came from.

Four horses in the last month for surgery.

Big operations, it looks like.

Six dog legs amputated, also last month.

You know, it just seems like more surgeries than you could be doing,

if I'm honest.

Get to the point.

Where's all that ketamine going, Joy?

Is that what Doris wanted to talk to you about?

No.

Oh, come on.

A detective has your name on a list,

she ends up poisoned at a wedding you're both at,

and you with your entire drug lab here,

well, it doesn't look good.

I had no idea who she was.

I'll admit that from time to time,

I may have moved small quantities of ketamine to third parties.

It's not a crime.

Yes, yes, it is.

Well, it's a victimless one.

No, it's not.

The point is, I would never harm anyone.

Since that day that I found a bird in our driveway with a broken wing -

I named her Alison -

I nursed her back to life.

I fed her through a milk dropper.

The moment that I took her in my hands and I watched her fly away,

I knew that I would devote my life

to helping animals, to being a vet.

Except you're not a vet.

Letterpress.

So?

Look closely.

Your press leaves the tiniest little indentations, just there.

On everything you print.

"The charm of doing things by hand," I believe you called it.

You'll also find that little indentation is just - oh, look -

just there.

Like a little invisible signature.

You told us you didn't know anyone on that list,

but it turns out you've been forging documents for Joy

for years.

And not just her fake degree.

Not a fake. Shut up, Joy.

Her licences, insurance, drug consignments, all fake.

So not only do you know Joy, you're in a criminal conspiracy with her.

And considering how much ketamine

we've got going through that little clinic...

Not that much.

Shut up, Joy!

It seems very lucrative.

Doris was investigating something.

She found you last night, put the wind up you and you realised,

oh, you were looking at a few years at the very least,

and that's not something you'd be keen on, considering your condition.

So what did you do?

Did you call your accomplice?

Oh, you don't have to answer us.

We can just wait until you get your phone records,

which I have just sent off for.

Fine.

You can have me on the forgery. Rubbish.

Shut up, Joy! Shut up, Joy!

Look, I didn't kill her. I swear.

I didn't even know her.

Hi, Phil.

Did you want a drink?

Oh, God, I would love one.

But, uh, well, I'm working now.

Oh, honey, not the wedding you imagined?

No, no. No.

Well, if anyone can solve it...

I know, she's brilliant. I get it.

Look, this is going to be something that you tell your kids.

You know, "There was a murder at my wedding."

(LAUGHS)

Sorry to intrude, ladies.

Can I get you anything?

(PHONE RINGS) Oh, look, I'm going to just...

Sorry.

Hmm, come.

Let me prepare you a small plate. Bryce.

Yeah, hi. Yeah, Phil Strong.

Yeah, look, I'm going to have to be brief here.

Um, remember that time that I asked for a detective

and you didn't send me one?

Hmm? Well, I'm going to call in that favour.

I need some background.

Yes, Tabitha and Joy knew each other.

They were conspiring.

Great.

We still don't know how the killer did it.

Or why Doris said your name.

Yes, thank you.

Look, I know it's awkward on Glenn's wedding day,

but she said it.

It's a clue. We can't ignore it.

I'm not ignoring it, believe me.

It just, it doesn't help us figure out

how the killer poisoned the one program that Doris took.

Searched every corner of that vet clinic.

Found loads of drugs,

but no pesticides or anything that could have killed Doris.

Yeah. Or anti-inflammatories.

And I could do with some

because my feet are still absolutely killing me.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe we put a pin in it. Regroup tomorrow.

No!

No, it's their wedding day.

That's what I mean.

We don't have to solve it today.

We can get there.

We will. We will. We will. We'll get there.

(PHONE RINGS)

Glenn.

Mm-hm?

Hello?

(LAUGHS) In here.

Oh.

(LAUGHS)

That's, um... What can I smell?

Vinegar. Yeah.

It's very sticky, so I'm using it as a stopper.

(LAUGHS)

You know, there's not many guys that could just improvise

a dark room at short notice.

It's really not that complicated.

Start with a developer,

which is just a high pH solution with a reducing agent.

Something that donates electrons.

I'm using instant coffee for the caffeic acid, so it's...

Yeah, as thrilling as this lecture is, Glenn, maybe...

Sorry. No, it's OK. (LAUGHS)

It's actually really fun to remember what a massive nerd you are.

Stuck in a dark room, stinking of chemicals.

Don't have much luck on my wedding days.

Mm.

Not a dig at you.

A bit of a dig at you.

How's Daisy?

She's OK.

Why did she say your name?

Doris, when she died.

I don't know.

It's weird, though, isn't it?

Did she even know you?

I don't think so.

I will figure it out, though.

And then you'll have your wedding day.

Then you'll be off to Bali or wherever.

Road trip up the coast, camping.

Cool.

We're leaving first thing in the morning. The ute's already packed.

Ha! Of course it is.

Right, well, I've developed all the photos,

and I've put a few aside that have Doris in them.

I think they might be helpful. Mm-hm.

Have a look at this.

This is where it gets a bit weird.

That IS weird.

They're all of you, Reggie.

Got a fan?

Who took all of them?

We don't know.

You know, the cameras were all over the place.

Could have been anyone.

Someone's definitely got a crush on you.

(LAUGHS) I don't know about that.

If you want us to, we could do a DNA test on all the cameras,

get a sample from each of the guests,

put, like, a line-up for your perusal.

That's inappropriate, Colin.

Sorry.

But could you?

We could not. Oh.

But in terms of police work,

there are a few here that are useful with Doris in them.

Doris arrives.

Doris takes a drink.

Doris sits down.

They're all from before the ceremony.

I know.

Nothing here of Doris with a program,

or anyone doing anything with a program.

(SIGHS)

So it's a, uh, it's a dead end.

Yeah.

Unless...

Hm?

You want us to frame one for you?

That's also inappropriate, Mackenzie.

OK.

But could you?

(PHONE RINGS)

Boss?

Doris sending you to the country was the best thing for you, was it?

Yeah, yeah, it was. Mm.

I've still got friends in the city, Malcolm.

I know that you reapplied for the Homicide Squad every single year.

And I know who turned you down every single year,

and that was Doris Carides.

So I still wanted to be a detective.

You know, kill me.

"Our force will never be strong while...

.."cows like Carides are still breathing.

"I stand ready to serve."

That was you, wasn't it?

I mean, it says "Craig Forrester",

but we know that's one of the nom-de-plumes you use

on private police officer groups.

Hmm.

You know, I was a good detective.

I made one mistake and she blacklisted me.

What was the mistake?

Oh...

You know the foot I found on the beach?

(LAUGHS)

Me and a few of the boys, um,

we took some stupid photos with it.

We were just mucking about.

But, um, Doris hit the roof.

Unethical, inappropriate, fine.

But the real issue

is that it turned out that the foot belonged to Mark Jarvis.

Mark Jarvis?

The guy who went missing off the boat with his wife?

Yeah, Chloe Jarvis, yeah, yeah, about 12 years ago.

You see, Doris was obsessed with this case

because she always thought that Chloe killed Mark,

pocketed all their money,

and got away with it.

You know, that she changed her name and went off

and made a new life for herself somewhere else.

And that me mucking about with the foot tanked the case.

But she didn't have a case because they drowned.

You know, they drowned, end of story.

Sharks got to the damn foot.

But, oh, no, no, no, no.

Those photos were enough for Doris Carides to ruin my career.

Mm.

You know, you do sound angry.

Of course I'm angry!

You know, I love being a detective.

I loved it.

And she took that away from me for one dumb mistake.

So, yeah, I'm angry.

And I'm not sorry she's dead.

But come on, guys.

Use your brains.

How could I have killed her?

I didn't know she was going to be here.

(HUFFS)

He's right.

He didn't know Doris would be here.

And it's not as though he's going to have poison on him

on the off-chance that they bump into each other.

I mean, even if he did,

we don't know how the killer guaranteed

that Colin would hand Doris that poison program.

Or why she said your name.

Yes, thank you, Colin.

Or why she said my name.

Excuse me, Mack.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry to interrupt.

Um, I need to make an announcement.

Um...

Uh... I'm... I'm...

We're going to send everyone home and reschedule.

It's not going to happen today.

And that's fine. No.

No, I said I would solve it.

And so I will.

I will solve it.

So just leave me alone and let me think.

But you haven't.

You haven't solved it.

You told us to wait.

So we have put everything on hold all day.

But you haven't got anywhere.

You were never going to.

Oh, but no one can argue with you when you set your mind on something.

God, I have tried for months,

every single day,

to be smiling and happy and fair to you because you are important.

You're important to Glenn.

But I can't get away from you.

I can't get away from you.

I mean, someone collapses at my wedding

and says your name as they die!

So stuff it!

I am not sending anyone home.

I am going to marry the man I love today

with my family and my friends.

And Mackenzie Clarke, you are no longer welcome.

Now, that's a good speech.

Christopher, let's do it.

Glenn, let's get married.

COLIN: Um...

Oh, babe, that one's mine.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Thanks.

Uh, Mackenzie Clarke, Dolphin Cove Police Station.

I need you to send me something over and quickly.

Ladies and gentlemen,

well, here we are again.

(LAUGHS)

So far, not the day we would have expected.

But Glenn and Daisy are not a conventional couple.

This moment,

these people here, together, will never happen again.

So let's take time to enjoy that and reflect.

Christopher, let's move things along.

Right? ALL: Yes!

(LAUGHS)

On we go, then.

And so now we come to the exchange of the rings.

The rings, please.

Oh, right, that's me.

Glenn, say after me.

Daisy, with this ring, I thee wed.

Daisy, with this ring...

Stop!

(MURMURING)

Stop the wedding.

GUESTS: What?

I know who the killer is.

(MURMURING)

What was Doris Carides doing at Glenn and Daisy's wedding?

That was the first question.

She wasn't invited.

Neither the bride nor the groom had any idea who she was.

The only clue to her presence

was a list in her pocket with three names on it.

Malcolm Stringer, Tabitha Dewitt, and Joy Mina.

What linked them?

Other than being at this wedding.

Doris was onto something.

We didn't know what, but somebody did.

That somebody didn't want Doris sniffing around,

so they poisoned her with organophosphate, a pesticide,

a contact poison.

But how?

How did the killer manage to poison Doris

with a program handed out at random by a police officer?

Well, they didn't.

No, the killer wanted us looking at the programs.

They wanted us trying to unpick an impossible crime,

because then we wouldn't be looking at what actually killed Doris.

Her cocktail glass containing her drink.

What a perfect murder weapon.

Covered in a poison almost instantly lethal to the touch,

and then thrown in the dishwasher with all the rest.

Evidence destroyed.

But there was pesticide on the inside of the program. I tested it.

Yes, yes, thank you.

You are correct.

The killer planted the poisoned program

in the commotion following Doris's collapse.

But still, why?

I knew that there had to be a link between the names on that list,

but what we didn't realise

is that we were actually investigating two murders.

Hmm.

Doris's, and the last perfect murder the killer planned - their own.

The Chloe Jarvis case.

Malcolm worked it with Doris all those years ago.

Chloe and Mark Jarvis took a boat out to sea

and were never seen again.

They both drowned, is that right, Malcolm?

That was the prevailing opinion, yes.

What was Doris's theory?

That Chloe killed Mark and got away with it.

Uh-huh.

Why did she think that?

We found his foot washed up...

Well, I found his foot washed up on the beach, but it was a mess.

There was no way of telling what had happened to her.

And Chloe, what?

She was safe somewhere, living her best life, enjoying all that money?

Well, that was Doris's theory.

Well, it was more than just a theory.

It became an obsession for Doris.

The one that got away.

That's why you were on the list, Malcolm.

Doris Carides thought Chloe Jarvis was still alive,

and she wanted to talk to the detectives

who worked the original case.

I... Is she still alive?

No, no.

No, that is what Doris got wrong.

Chloe Jarvis didn't murder her husband.

Her husband murdered her.

Isn't that right, Mark?

I'm sorry, me?

Is this some sort of a joke?

Oh, I don't know, Mark.

Jokes, they're not really my thing.

Sit down, mate.

Take a seat.

Doris Carides, she was a true detective.

You know, even in retirement, the Chloe Jarvis case,

it haunted her.

So she looked into those leads again,

and she made lists of people to talk to, and where they were now.

The South Coast, Malcolm Stringer, the detective who found Mark's foot.

Tabitha Dewitt, a printer with a sideline in forgery

who was questioned at the time under suspicion

that she forged documents for Chloe Jarvis.

And Joy Mina, a local vet who really just will do anything for money,

and who we now know is in a criminal conspiracy with Tabitha.

Doris thought that these people,

they might just know something about what happened to Chloe Jarvis.

She found Tabitha here last night

when she was delivering the printing.

The ever-innocent Tabitha knew nothing.

Joy Mina? It doesn't ring a bell.

Sorry.

But she did make a call to an old friend.

Tabitha's the one

that forged the documents turning you from Mark Jarvis, murderer,

into Christopher Fletcher, wedding celebrant,

bearded now, different hair, a bit more weight on,

and with a tell-tale imperfection on your licence, just there,

from Tabitha's letterpress.

Thanks to Tabitha, you suspected Doris would be at this wedding.

I mean, poisoning her glass, that was a bit of a risk,

because you needed her to put down her drink in order to switch it,

but considering the stakes for you, it was a risk worth taking.

So... so what?

This is all just supposition.

There is no glass, there is no evidence.

You... you can't prove anything.

Huh.

I would have missed it.

I would have missed it.

But then I saw how easily Daisy picked up the wrong bouquet

without noticing it,

and then things fell into place.

These photos are taken from before the wedding.

Doris takes a drink...

..and then just a moment later,

there's more liquid in her glass than there was when she took it.

And that was because of this - a hand swapping the drinks,

your distinctive ring giving you away.

And she knew, didn't she?

When you started the ceremony,

Doris realised - too late -

that it wasn't Chloe Jarvis that she was looking for,

but her husband, her murderer.

CHRISTOPHER: Madam, wait.

Er...

Exc... Oh, uh...

She could only manage one word as she died -

not 'Mack', not 'Mack',

but 'Mark'.

Mark.

(PEOPLE GASP AND MURMUR)

Doris Carides solved her case and she was identifying you,

the man who cut off his own foot to get away with murdering his wife.

Well, you know, he didn't do the actual amputation.

Now, that would have been a local vet

who, 12 years ago, bought her surgery in Dolphin Cove

around the time that Mark and Chloe disappeared.

Joy Mina - the last name on that list.

What, this is absolutely ridiculous.

Colin?

Felix.

(GRUNTS)

It was the left, wasn't it, Malcolm?

I'll never forget it.

Loafers.

Much appreciated.

Excuse fingers.

Now, that would be a hell of a coincidence, wouldn't it?

Mark Jarvis, you're under arrest

for the murder of Doris Carides and Chloe Jarvis.

You can't escape your past, Mark.

It might take years.

You might move miles away, try and become a different person.

But at some point, like it or not, you have to reckon with it.

You don't have to say or do anything,

but anything you do say or do may be used in evidence against you.

What a day!

Oh, I've been to some weddings in my time, let me tell you.

I found a bride, Cassandra Alexiou,

pashing her bridesmaid in the vestry before the ceremony.

(LAUGHS) That was a wild ride.

But I've never had a murder.

Still, we got him in the end.

So that's another tick for the Rocco Files.

You done? All done.

Good.

Hey, Reggie? Mm-hm?

Uh, you forgot this.

Not another one?

I mean, honestly, what a weirdo, taking all of these.

Oh.

That one's actually quite lovely.

You can always take a good photo of someone.

You just have to get them when they're most themselves.

Are you the weirdo?

I thought you deserved a nice photo of yourself.

And you took all of them?

Pretty much.

That's a really lovely thing to do, Felix.

I might just crop out the murderer in the background, though, I think.

Yeah, I was going to suggest that.

Good.

You old sook.

(LAUGHS)

You know the worst thing?

He wasn't even a real celebrant.

(LAUGHS)

So even if we got married, we wouldn't be married.

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

I didn't know you felt like that.

About Mack.

Really?

We can reschedule.

It'll be OK.

That's what I want -

a chance to relive this day all over again.

Someone was murdered.

It's hard to plan for that.

I know. It's not that.

Of course, someone lost their life.

(BLOWS) Oh, I get it.

You know, she has to investigate it.

What is it then?

It's the way you look at her when she does.

I saw it once when you were, um...

you were solving something with her,

and I tried to ignore it,

and that was my mistake,

because then we end up here on our wedding day

and you're more excited about her than getting married to me.

That's not true. Isn't it?

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

I think I'm done.

Fine.

We don't need to be married.

It's just a piece of paper.

No, no, no, not with the... not with the wedding.

I think...

I think I'm done with us.

No, Daisy, don't say that.

It's just... it's just one day. I'm sorry.

We can do whatever you want.

Don't.

Goodbye.

(SOBS)

And so Glenn and Daisy are more than a couple to me.

They're the family that found me and made me feel at home.

They're an example of what love should be -

an easy bundle of kindness and warmth and humour.

So to them,

I wish every day of everything they bring to everyone else -

happiness, joy and love.

To Glenn and Daisy.

To Glenn and Daisy.

Applause, applause.

Smiling through tears. What a triumph.

"How is he still single?"

Etc, etc, etc.

(SLOW CLAPPING)

Go on then.

Say what you've got to say.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

God, we've been wanting to do that all day, haven't we?

Let's go get a drink.

You coming?

Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

Did I ruin your wedding?

What are you talking about?

It was a fantastic day.

It's better than I imagined.

I won't come when you redo it.

Well, we won't be redoing it.

Oh.

I know that I'm obsessive

and that I, um...

that I, I can't let anything go.

Um...

I do see that I could have dealt with today differently.

But, um...

..I just thought if I could, um,

..if I could help you get your wedding day,

then, um...

..I could do something that made you happy.

And, um...

But then, um, my brain,

it just got, uh...

Um...

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I'm like this.

I just...

I don't know any other way to be.

(SIGHS) That'd be the easy thing to do, wouldn't it?

Just blame you, Mack. This is all your fault.

But it's not.

It's not your fault for coming back to Dolphin Cove,

for trying to catch a killer.

You are who you are.

I'm the reason everything falls apart.

It's two weddings so far, and what do they have in common?

Something is not right, and I'm not going to figure out what it is

living the same life in the same place.

But you love it here.

Yeah.

Everyone says that.

Um...

..how long are you going for?

A while, Mackenzie.

A long while.

(STARTS ENGINE)

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