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THEY CHATTER

THEY SHOUT AND LAUGH

Simon and I are most likely
to fall out... in the car.

~ Ah.
~ It's like he loses his mind.

I mean, amber doesn't mean
speed up. It means slow down.

How many times? OTHERS LAUGH

Simon's exact words were...

Ah, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's
backseat driving.

WOMEN CHEER

And next question. I asked Simon...

'Where was your and
Jenny's first kiss?'

Ooh. Oh, gosh! I can't remember.

I think it was at a
party or something.

Er... it was Halloween.

Jenny kept plying me
with wine all night,

and then launched herself at me.

WOMEN: Ooh!

Drink, drink, drink! Drink,
drink, drink, drink!

Oh, no, come on. Hasn't
she had enough?

~ We've been drinking all day.
~ Yeah!

~ (COUGHS)
~ Right, Jenny.

Where did you and Simon
consummate your relationship?

Sports centre car park.

WOMEN CHEER AND LAUGH

MUSIC PLAYS

~ Here we go, ladies! Champagne!
~ WOMEN CHEER

~ Yes, please!
~ SHOUTING

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hahaha!

Oh, yeah, let me have that.

No, no.

No, I'm working. No, no.

~ She's the bride-to-be!
~ Yeah.

I don't know where she
gets her energy from.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ Oh, excuse me.

MUSIC PLAYING

Hi, darling. It's not
the best time to talk.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

OK. I love you. Yeah,
you too. Bye-bye.

SIMON: See, I told you it'd be
cool, watching the same sunrise.

It is.

I love you, and I'll
see you tomorrow.

I love you.

SHE BLOWS A KISS

♪ Come on and shake it, shake
it Shake it, shake it, baby

♪ Oh, yeah, hey... ♪

MUSIC PLAYS WOMEN LAUGH

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

Ah, ah! Bride-to-be is struggling.

I've still got all my packing to do.

You go on, but don't forget
to set your alarm.

You've got an early start.

Thank you.

Oops!

I just want to say, I've got
the best bridesmaids ever.

~ Thank you. Night.
~ OTHERS: Aw...!

~ Night-night.
~ Sleep well.
~ Night.

Oh, come on, we're
not done yet, are we?

One more drink at the bar?

GROANS

DIALLING TONE

It just keeps ringing.

She's probably overslept.
I'll get her.

Jenny, we need to get going!

Jen!

~ DOOR BEEPS
~ Cheers.

Jenny?

Jenny? Jen?

DOOR CREAKS

Jen?

SHE SCREAMS

I'll get help.

I completely understand that this
is a wonderful opportunity for you.

But the simple truth is...

I... I mean, we...

.. we...

just can't manage without you.

Either of you.

We can't cope.

That is, Camille... Camille and I...

.. can't cope.

Without you.

Two.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Yes, you're welcome.

HE WHISTLES

HUMPHREY SIGHS

Mm. Hm.

~ You're here already?
~ Er... yes, I am.

~ I called for you at the beach.
~ Oh, I... I was up early.

Er... the thing is, Camille, I've
been thinking about what you said...

DWAYNE: Chief!

A woman has drowned at
the Dolore Sands Hotel.

What?

I take it you still haven't
told the others

about l'offer undercover Paris?

No.

So, you haven't decided
to take it or not yet?

Not yet.

Here we are.

Not like you to be indecisive.

Well, it's a big step, you know,

leaving the island,
people I care about.

~ Exactly.
~ Maman will be sad.

Well, yes, of course.
Well, we all would be.

Look, if I can help you, you
know you only have to ask.

Well, actually, it would be good
to speak to someone impartial, yes.

Yes, impartial. Impartial, that's me.

~ After work?
~ Absolutely.

How long do you think
she's been there?

Mm, well, it's hard
to say with drowning.

Depends on the temperature
of the water.

Rigor mortis has set in.

I'd estimate she's been
dead at least seven hours,

which puts time of death
at some time before 1am.

Hang on.

What's that? Looks like
crystals of some sort.

Um... bath salts?

No bath salts in her wash bag.

~ Let's get a sample to the lab.
~ Mm.

~ Apparently, she hadn't been
to bed the night before.
~ Mm-hm.

Is it possible she fell
asleep in her bath?

Yes, maybe, but one of her eyes
is a little bit bloodshot,

which suggests she may have been
in some kind of a tussle. Also...

there's a bump on the
back of her head.

See, I don't think
this was an accident.

I think she's been held under.

I think this is murder.

It doesn't look like a robbery.

No sign of a break-in.

~ Who has a key?
~ Just the guests and there's a staff key.

Here. Thought you might
be needing this.

We have an electric key system.

The duty log records
all uses of the key.

The only time her key
was used was at 8.30pm,

when Jenny arrived back from dinner.

Then nothing till me and her
friend let ourselves in at seven

this morning with my staff key.

So, no-one let themselves
in between 8.30pm and 7am?

No.

Hm. So, she packed her bags,

lit the candles, got in
the bath and was drowned.

~ Do the candles come with the room?
~ Yeah.

Jenny asked for fresh ones
to be delivered yesterday.

How long do the candles last for?

Eight hours.

And it flickered its last at...

.. 8.07 am.

So, the body says she
was murdered before 1am,

but the candles were
lit after midnight.

Midnight to one is our golden hour.

That's when she was killed.
Frank, thank you.

Ah, some sort of scrapbook.

DWAYNE: Yeah, that's what those
hen parties do nowadays, Chief.

Put photos and poems in a book.
You know, that sort of thing.

Right. Ah, this must be the groom.

That's Simon Parke. He was having
his stag party in St Lucia.

~ What's that?
~ Looks like a quiz with her fiance

to see how much the couple
knew about each other.

It's very sweet.

Poor chap. So.

Apart from Jenny coming
back here last night

and Frank letting Sal
in at 7am this morning,

no key was used.

~ So, she opened her door to her killer.
~ Looks like it.

Yes, but she was in the bath.

So, she got out to let them in.

No, she couldn't have.

All the towels are still in
place, haven't been touched.

Er... so, she let them in
and then got in the bath?

So, she had a bath with a visitor
here? Is that something ladies do?

We can only live in hope, eh, Chief?

So, she let them in late
at night and then bathed.

She knew her killer.

~ Maybe it was one of her friends.
~ Yeah.

Dwayne, Florence, bag everything up
and get started on background checks.

~ Camille, let's you and I
go and meet this peep of hens.
~ Sure.

Wait.

~ What is it?
~ It's a cork from a wine bottle.

(SNIFFS) White, I'd say, but
no glasses or wine bottle here.

Maybe the maid missed it
when she was cleaning.

Yes, could be. Well, let's get it
bagged up and tested for prints.

Thank you, Dwayne. Right, let's
go and speak to these hens.

Good morning. I'm Detective
Inspector Humphrey Goodman.

This is Detective Sergeant
Camille Bordey.

We're really sorry for
your loss of your friend.

Now, can I start, please,

by asking who you are and
how you all knew Jenny?

I'm Sal Tyler. Jenny and I were
best mates since primary school.

Elizabeth Foss. People call me
Betty. Best mates since uni.

Ivy Marcel. Jenny was my
little brother's fiancee.

You're Simon Parke's sister?

Yeah.

He's in a terrible state, poor love.
He's on his way over here now.

And he's been in St Lucia all week?

~ Yeah.
~ I see.

So, after Jenny returned
to her suite at 8.30,

can I ask where you all were?

We stayed up for a couple of drinks.

~ One more drink at the bar?
~ OTHERS: Oh...

Oh, one, then.

~ Come on.
~ Come on.

What time till?

Not late. We were all exhausted. Ten?

And you're all staying
in suites near to Jenny's?

Oh, no, um... well, we're
in the main building.

I got Jenny an upgrade
as a special hen treat.

And after turning in,

did any of you leave your rooms
again before this morning?

No.

Sorry, are we being
accused of something?

Um... we think that Jenny
had a visitor last night.

We suspect that her drowning
wasn't an accident.

Oh, that's crazy. Why would
someone do that to her?

Did Jenny have any rows
with anyone on the island?

No, we... we haven't really
hung out with other guests.

We just kept ourselves to ourselves.

And any rows within the group?

None of us would hurt
Jenny. We loved her.

We were having an amazing
holiday together.

We're her best friends.

Sal, are they allowed to question
us like we're suspects?

Do we need lawyers?

Sal's a solicitor.

I'm sure they're just
establishing the facts.

Quite. OK. Thank you.

Oh, er... one last thing.

Have you been socialising in
Jenny's suite this week at all?

Drinking wine in there, perhaps?

Er... no. We always met
in the bar or restaurant.

OK, thank you.

They've only been here five days.
They don't know anyone else.

So, if it wasn't one
of them, who was it?

~ Ah, Frank.
~ Yeah?
~ This hen party all claim

they didn't leave their rooms
after ten o'clock last night.

Do you have that key recording
system on all the rooms?

Er... sorry. It's only on the suites.

But we have got CCTV
on every corridor

~ on the main building. I'll...
I'll sort you a disc.
~ Oh, thank you.

Um... you must have seen the hens
around the hotel this last week.

Er... any tensions at all? Any
fallings out, that kind of thing?

Not that I noticed. They seemed to
be having a great time. There we go.

That's the first floor corridor.
Should be the last 24 hours.

~ Thank you, Frank. You've been most helpful.
~ No problem.

HE SIGHS

DIALLING TONE

They've gone.

It's fine.

I did it.

Well, Chief, I've dusted the cork.
There are a couple of partials,

but nowhere near enough
to get a match.

Oh, well, thanks for trying.

But I do have the CCTV footage of
the corridor all lined up for you,

and it's like the bridesmaids said.

According to the time code, they all
went to bed at two minutes past ten.

Well, the golden hour is midnight
to one, so fast-forward

the tape and see if anyone
leaves their room before then.

~ No problem, Chief.
~ Right, let's see what we've got so far.

Suspects. Ivy Marcel, older
sister of the groom

and the victim's future sister-in-law.

40, married, with two kids.

She runs a physio practice
with her husband in Surrey.

Ah, that'll be the
"why she here?" girl.

Every hen party has one.

She's usually related to the groom,

wears terrible clothes, doesn't know
anybody and hates hen parties.

Dwayne, how do you know
so much about hen dos?

A great magician never
reveals his secrets.

Elizabeth Foss, "Betty",
the uni friend.

28, single, works as a loss adjuster
for an insurance company.

Couple of cautions for
drunk and disorderly.

And there's always a Betty.

Dwayne. And Sal Tyler,
best friend since school.

HE CHUCKLES

29. Grew up with Jenny in Eastbourne.

~ Never moved away, and she's also single.
~ Thank you, Florence.

So, at 8.30 on the last night
of her hen week, Jenny Burgess

bids good night to her bridesmaids
and retires to her bedroom.

At some point between midnight
and 1am, she lets her killer

into the room and then takes
a bath in front of them.

She, or possibly he, holds Jenny
underwater and drowns her.

And she's then discovered dead
at 7am the next morning.

Which leaves us with the question,
who would kill a bride-to-be

the night before she flies home
from her hen week? And why?

Oh, Commissioner. I didn't see you
arrive. Have you been there long?

Long enough.

~ Good morning, team.
~ Commissioner.
~ Sir.
~ Good morning.

I wonder if you could spare me a
few moments of your time, Inspector?

Er... yes, of course. Er...
a moment, please, sir.

Er... Florence, could you make a start
on the financial checks, please?

Yes, sir.

Commissioner.

I'm here to talk about
Sergeant Bordey.

Ah. So, you know?

I've had a formal request
to release her.

But she hasn't decided
if she's going yet.

Nevertheless, she can't go unless
we agree to the transfer,

by, um... signing this release form.

I see.

And will you sign it?

HE SIGHS

It's not for me to do so.

That responsibility rests
with her immediate superior.

Me?

I'm sure we agree she's
a brilliant officer.

Well... well, yes, of course, sir.

She's, um... you know, the best.

Quite. This release form,

whether it's signed or not,
is at your discretion.

She'd hate me.

It would be in complete confidence.

If you refused to release her,

she would simply be told that
the offer has been withdrawn.

No, I can't. I can't. I...

Excellent.

I will leave it in
your capable hands.

I'm sure you'll do the
right thing, Inspector.

~ Everything's OK?
~ Yes, fine.

~ Chief?
~ Yes?
~ I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but none of the hens leave
their room during the night.

Are you sure, Dwayne?

I've just gone from where they
go into their rooms at ten,

and nobody left till
6.55 in the morning.

Well, then, how did one
of them kill Jenny?

~ PHONE RINGS
~ Sir?
~ Yes?

I think I've found something
in the hen book photos.

~ Ah, Jenny's 21st.
~ Sure.

And everyone is toasting for Jenny
and Simon here, except for Betty.

It really looks like she
doesn't want to watch.

Hm, interesting. Well,
it's something.

~ Chief?
~ Yes?
~ Simon Parke has just arrived from St Lucia.

~ Ah, um...
~ Let's go.

Yes? OK.

Ivy says you don't think it was an
accident. Someone did this to Jenny.

Let me get you some water.
You look exhausted.

Yes, it's true that we
think she was murdered.

We also think it was
someone who knew her.

Someone she knew?

~ Were there any tensions
between Jenny and the girls?
~ No.

Wait. She... she called me
last night around seven.

Said there was something we need
to talk about when we're on our own.

~ Do you know what it was about?
~ No, she wouldn't say.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Were there any issues between
Betty and Jenny at university?

Simon used to go out with Betty
before he went out with Jenny.

~ I see.
~ It was a long time ago.

It was seven, eight years?

Ten.

If I'm honest, we all thought

she still held a bit
of a candle for him.

No way.

So, you were in a relationship
with Betty? How long for?

Er... we met the first year at uni.

Got together at a Valentine's party
and split up around Christmas.

So, it wasn't even a year.

How did Betty react when you
started dating her friend?

It was kind of tricky for a
while. They were really close.

It was a pretty bloody
awful time, actually.

But Jenny got her through it.

I think they became
closer, if anything.

Thank you for your time, Simon.

Er... please call if
there's anything at all.

Merci. That was Florence.

The lab in Guadeloupe have been
able to identify five fingerprints

on the inside front door
handle to Jenny's suite,

and three of them belong to Jenny.

~ The other two?
~ Betty Foss.

We didn't find any cash
in Jenny's suite, did we?

Er... no, Jenny put everything on
the tab, according to the resort.

But according to this bank statement,

she withdrew 6,000 out of the
bureau de change two days ago.

~ 6,000?
~ Where is it?

You want me to go down to the bureau

and see if she, or he,
knows anything about it?

Maybe let's go and search
Jenny's suite again first.

~ Make sure we didn't miss anything.
~ Sure thing, Sarge.

But if we don't find 6,000 there,

and you want me to go down to the
bureau and interview the cashier,

it's not a problem, you know.

Just say the word.

Excuse me. Betty?

Why didn't you tell us you
and Simon were an item?

Does it matter?

Must have been tough.

Things end with Simon, and
then he's with your friend.

It was all civilised.

Jenny even asked my permission before
she went on a date with him.

She'd never have gone anywhere near
him if I hadn't said it was OK.

So, you did still have feelings for
Simon when he started dating Jenny?

Jenny was my best friend.

So, I pretended it was
fine, and you know what?

It was a sacrifice worth making.

You only get one best friend
in life, and Jenny was mine.

Hm.

So, can you tell us why
we found your prints

on the inside of the door
handle in Jenny's suite?

Oh, yeah, of course.

I, er... popped by to pick
her up for the pool yesterday.

You look great. Come on, chop chop.

'I was literally there
for two seconds, no more.'

I... I don't love Simon, and
I haven't for a very long time.

But I did love Jenny.

Very much.

FLORENCE: The money's definitely
not here. There was no break in.

Jenny put everything on her bill.

How do you lose 6,000 in a day?

I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

I think we've hit a brick
wall here, you know.

I suppose the only thing now

is for me to go and check it
out at the bureau de change.

Hopefully, it will shed
some light on it all. OK?

~ Dwayne?
~ Sarge?

This isn't anything to do with the
new cashier I hear is working there?

~ Er...
~ Gloria, I believe, is her name?

Er... really? Gloria, you say?

And she's new?

Er... I didn't know that.

Mm-hm.

PHONE RINGS

~ Sir?
~ 'Yes, are you nearby?'

Yes, actually, I'm at
the hotel right now.

~ 'Can you meet us by the hens' rooms?'
~ OK.

I'll be there in a minute.

Jenny was killed between
midnight and 1am.

Yes, but the CCTV proves

the hens didn't leave their rooms
until 7am the next morning.

Well, it had to be one of the hens.

So, a bottle of beer
to whoever can work out

how someone can get out of their
room without being caught on CCTV.

Er... there's an obvious answer,

but, er... do you really
want us to try?

Er... no, no, a general always
leads from the front.

No! OK, er... sir, I don't
think that's a good idea!

You can barely walk
in a straight line.

Rubbish. I'm like a pigeon.

Cumbersome over land, but
very agile through the air.

No, no, no, sir! I'm serious!

Come back over! You
could injure yourself.

Sir, she's right. It's
really not safe.

No, nonsense! I'm just
getting my bearings.

~ Oh...!
~ OK, stop! That's it!

We're coming round, and do not move!

No, I'm fine! No need to panic!

Oh. Oh...oh.

~ Oh.
~ Oh, my goodness!
~ Humphrey!

I'm fine. No panic.
I am perfectly fine.

Ow. Ah. Ow.

All right.

Ah. Ow. PHONE RINGS

~ Ah. Ah.
~ Oh!

You could have got yourself killed!

How could I go to Paris?
You wouldn't survive a week.

No, I very probably wouldn't.

Right, so, although we've proved

that the killer could get down
without being seen on CCTV,

I can't really see how
they'd do it injury-free,

and none of the hens look
scratched or injured to me.

Yeah, even if they did manage
it, how did they get back up?

Mm.

That was the pathologist's office.

They are confirming Jenny
died from drowning

and the bump on her
head is consistent

with being held underwater.

~ Mm.
~ So, you are right. It's a murder.

Now we should call it a day.
You need a plaster on that.

Yes, probably a good idea. Let's
approach it fresh in the morning

and see if Dwayne comes up
with some new leads for us.

Right, let's see if I can still walk.

Ah. Ow.

Ah, that's fine.

Give me your knee.

Er... yes. Ow.

So, have you made a decision?
About the new job?

~ They need to know by tomorrow.
~ Yes, and...?

Ow.

And... my head tells
me that a move to Paris

is the best thing for my career,

and yet...

my heart... says stay.

Does it?

~ Yes.
~ Well, then, to help you,

we... we should make a,
er... pros and cons list.

~ A what?
~ Er... pros and cons, for and against.

~ Really?
~ Yes.

So, reasons to move to Paris.

I like cheese.

Ah, fromage. Excellent choice, madam.
May I suggest the vin rouge?

This is ridiculous.

OK. If you're stumped, then we should
move to the, er..."stay put" column.

Well, that's easy.

~ My mum.
~ Right.

So, the, er... current roundup
is... is your mum versus cheese.

How's the leg?

Er... yes, much better, now I can't
feel anything below the knee.

HE LAUGHS

So, er... tell me, Catherine, how do
you feel about this Paris business?

I think Camille should
make up her own mind.

Yes, well, come on. You
must have an opinion.

Obviously, I wish I could keep
my daughter in my pocket for ever.

But if Paris is what she wants,
I love her too much to keep her.

Yes.

Maybe Maman is right.

Maybe this is something I
need to decide for myself.

BELL CHIMES

~ Oh, morning, sir.
~ Morning.

Um... could we, um...?

Er... yes, of course.

Thanks.

HE SIGHS

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

So, have you decided?

Yes.

I need to go. It's such
a good opportunity for me.

Sir, say something.

Say something.

Er... well, yes. I...
I'm very happy for you.

And, of course, I'll... I'll be
sad to see you go. We all will.

But, as you say, it's
a great opportunity.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Now, let's, er... go and
catch ourselves a killer.

Now focus. Focus.

Er... ah, yes.

Now, why was there
a cork on the floor

underneath the chair
of the victim's bedroom?

There has to be a reason.

Ah. Morning, Dwayne.

Morning, Chief. Sarge. Sarge.

So, tell me, how did you get
on with your lead last night?

Pretty good, I'd say.

I reckon we might have a possible
suspect on our hands.

Really? That's fantastic.

I spoke to the cashier at the
bureau de change, where Jenny

withdrew the 6,000.

~ Did she remember anything?
~ She remembered plenty.

She had to think twice about handing
over that amount of money

to someone who was being
accompanied by an angry friend.

Your contact thought Jenny
was being intimidated?

Look, all Gloria knows is
that Jenny and another woman

had an argument before
going inside the bureau.

Jenny then withdrew the money
and handed it to the woman.

~ Did the cashier give a description?
~ She did one better than that, Chief.

She gave it to me in
glorious Technicolor.

Gosh. That's Sal Tyler...

~ Yeah.
~ .. Jenny's old school friend.

Er... Florence, have we managed
to get anything on her?

No, not really. She's a
secretary at a law firm.

She doesn't earn a huge amount.

Well, hang on. Did you just
say she was a secretary?

Er... team secretary. That's what
the person I spoke to called her.

Then why did she let Ivy
tell us she was a solicitor?

Er... Florence, Dwayne, check
Jenny's mobile phone records

and follow up with the lab about
the crystals we found on the bath.

~ Chief.
~ Sir.

~ Sir?
~ Yes?

~ We need to go and talk to
Sal Tyler, don't you think?
~ Yes.

~ Oh, um...
~ Oh, good morning, Commissioner.

~ Commissioner.
~ Sir.

Good morning, team.

(I'll catch you up.)

Sir.

~ I've had Paris on the telephone.
~ Yes?

They want to know if we're
releasing Sergeant Bordey.

Well?

No, sir. No, we're not.

She's far too valuable to my team.
I won't be signing the release form.

I see.

Excellent.

~ I'll let them know.
~ Thank you. Is that all, sir?

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

~ Problem?
~ No, no problem.

Come on.

I understand that you're
a solicitor. Is that right?

~ Yeah.
~ Does it pay well?

It's just that we were wondering...

why did Jenny give you 6,000
the day before she died?

We have a witness who says you forced
Jenny to give you the money.

I didn't force Jenny.
I didn't even want it.

Then tell me this - seeing
as you're actually a secretary

and you've been lying
about being a solicitor,

why on earth should we believe
a single word you're saying?

I think it's time you started
to tell us the truth.

SHE SIGHS

OK, the solicitor thing, right,

it's something I told Jenny
a couple of years ago.

Why?

Jenny and I were best
mates since playschool.

But when she went off to
uni, we drifted apart.

Two years ago, we eventually
got back in touch,

and it turns out she was doing
really well for herself.

It shouldn't have mattered,
but when we first met again...

I wanted her to think that
I'd achieved something too.

So, when she asked, I lied.

I told her I'd gone to night school
and been promoted up to solicitor.

HE CLEARS THROAT

How did you afford this holiday?

I didn't.

I took out a payday loan.

I'm in so much trouble
when I get home. Oh!

But then Jenny found out I'd
maxed out all my credit cards.

Sorry, madam. This card
has been declined.

Can I try this one again, please?

Sorry, madam. This card won't
work. Do you have another?

Is there a problem, Sal?

So, you had to ask Jenny for a loan?

No.

She insisted on giving me the
cash to cover the holiday.

She was so understanding, but
that just made it all worse.

That's what your witness saw,

me just taking my
embarrassment out on her.

I missed Jenny so much when
she went off to university.

I only lied because I wanted us
to go back to the way we were.

I want Jenny back in
my life, not dead.

So, Dwayne, what happened
with you and Gloria?

Did you manage to get
her phone number?

I don't know what you mean, Sarge.

OK, look, I really don't
want to be indiscreet.

But let's just say, I
might be putting a call

into the bureau de change
before the end of the day.

Very impressive, Officer Myers.

~ Sarge. Sir.
~ Yes?

We chased Jenny's phone records,
like you said. You should see them.

They make for interesting reading,

because two voicemail messages
were left on her mobile

from a hotel landline,

before midnight on the
night of the murder.

~ Just before midnight?
~ I know.

Just before the candles were
lit and she was killed.

~ Have you accessed her voicemail?
~ They have been deleted.

But, according to the record,

she accessed and deleted them
at 7.15am the following morning.

Wait, wait, wait. She accessed
her voicemails after she was dead?

Ah, but Florence came
up with the idea

of dusting the screen of Jenny's
phone to see who else had used it.

~ And have you got a match yet?
~ I'm working on it now.

PHONE RINGS

Honore Police Station?

Yes, this is Camille Bordey.

Oh.

Um... yeah, all right.

Thank you for letting me know.

Is everything OK?

Yes.

Well, it seems that the job in
Paris is no longer on the table.

Oh. Did they say why?

Just that they are looking for
someone already living in Paris.

Are you disappointed?

Yes.

But if it's not meant to be...

.. c'est la vie.

Yeah. COMPUTER BINGS

I've found a match.

Then who was it who called Jenny's
voicemail after she died?

The duty manager, Frank.

We have pretty compelling evidence,
so I'd think hard before you deny it.

The voicemails weren't from me.

They were from Ivy.

We got chatting at the bar.

She was a laugh, once
she loosened up.

We got on to her life back home,

how she's only got two
toddlers for company.

She wanted to let loose.
I wasn't going to say no.

~ HE LAUGHS
~ Shh.

Mm!

LAUGHTER

'Things were a bit awkward
when we woke up.

'I don't think Ivy was feeling
too proud of herself.

'She'd forgotten she'd planned
to go for a jog with Jenny.'

Ivy had been begging Jenny
not to tell her husband.

That's what the late night voicemails
were? Ivy begging Jenny?

Yeah. It was Ivy's
idea to delete them.

So, I did, after I called
for an ambulance.

She knew her secret would get out
if the police got hold of the phone.

It's fine. I did it.

What we did had nothing
to do with the murder.

Yes, perhaps. Perhaps not.

But why risk a criminal charge
by deleting the voicemails?

I'm no saint, but I'm not heartless.

Ivy was in a state about
her husband finding out.

I felt for her. But that's all.

Look, can we please just not
talk about it? I can't bear it.

I'm afraid you cheating on
your husband is relevant

to our investigation.

What I did, that's not
me. I love my husband.

Oh, God! If he ever found
out, if my kids found out...

Jenny knowing your
secret is a motive.

Having Frank destroy the evidence
doesn't help your case.

It was a terrible, one-off
mistake I made,

after being drunk for the
first time in six years.

I'm sorry, but I... I couldn't
let it tear my family apart.

By deleting the voicemails?
Or by killing Jenny?

I'm not a killer.

I imagine that, for
the rest of your life,

waiting for your sister-in-law
to blow your family apart

~ must be torture.
~ Don't say that.

Good Lord! What must Jenny
have thought of me?

Jenny didn't actually agree
to keep quiet, did she?

Well, she needed time to think.

So, yes, I panicked and I left
her a couple of late-night

begging messages, and when she
died, I knew you'd find them.

You can't let my mistake
with Frank come out.

Look, I know I... I don't
deserve any kindness.

But, please, I love my family.

You're a suspect in a
murder investigation.

I'm afraid we can't promise anything.

I'm not scared of being
a murder suspect.

But I am very scared
of those voice messages.

What does that say about my guilt?

SAL: What are you most
likely to row about?

Oh, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's
backseat driving.

Found anything on the DVD yet, Chief?

Er... nothing, no, except for the fact
that Simon clearly loves his fiancee.

Hm.

God, that is terrible.

What is?

I ran a record check on everyone,
and it threw this up.

That Betty's sister?

Carol Foss. She came
home from her gap year

and she was killed in
a road traffic accident.

But look when it was.

That was the same month that
Betty broke up with Simon Parke.

~ Yes.
~ That's what he meant by,
"It was a bloody awful time."

And he also said it was the victim
who helped Betty get through it.

Which explains their bond.

And makes it less likely
she'd be our killer.

There's no clear motives.

So, what do you think?

Er... well...

Come on. Come on.

All right.

Motives.

Sal Tyler has been lying
to us from the start.

She received a large sum
of cash from the deceased

the day before she died

~ and we only have her word as to why.
~ Hm.

~ Betty used to go out with Simon, right?
~ Mm-hm.

Maybe she just wanted him back.

As for Ivy, I think she could
commit murder to keep her affair

with Frank secret.

Yes, but whatever their motives,

how did any of them get out
of their rooms to do it?

See, the crime was committed
between midnight and 1am,

and all were seen entering
their rooms at 10pm

and not emerging until
7am the following morning.

COMPUTER RINGS One of the
hens must have done it.

COMPUTER BEEPS

~ Mm, that's strange.
~ What is?

It's the labs on Guadeloupe.

They've got back to us about
the crystals we found

on the side of the victim's bath,

and they're saying here
it's just table salt.

~ SHE SCOFFS
~ Salt?

You know, like you put on your food.

Why would you sprinkle
salt around your bath?

Maybe it's some sort
of hippie remedy.

But if the salt belonged to her,

we'd have found a salt
cellar at the scene.

Who takes salt to a murder and
then sprinkles it around a bath?

But then why did Jenny open
the door to her killer,

and, while we're at it,

why did an otherwise well-cleaned
room contain a cork?

Yes, Chief, you're cooking now.

Buckle up, everybody.

Go on, then.

Sorry, there's something
I've got to do.

Where him gone?

~ Humphrey!
~ Er...yes, hello, Catherine.

Is everything all right?

Well, yes, that is a good question.
I'm not entirely sure.

Um... can I, er...

Ah, um... er... can I ask
you something? Of course.

Good, um... and... and I need you
to be entirely honest with me.

What is it?

Do you think Camille would be happier

staying here or accepting
the job in Paris?

Camille is ambitious, adventurous.

She always has been.

Of course she wants to go to
Paris and work undercover,

and although I'd rather she stayed
here on the island, safe from harm,

I know it would be
best for her to leave.

And you must know that.

Yes, I do.

Wait.

I thought the job had gone.

Ah. Well, it... it...
Yeah. Well, it has.

Er... it's just that, um...

Oh, this table.

Well, it... it's just...

I may have...

Hold on.

Good grief!

~ Merci.
~ Humphrey!

Humphrey!

Eh?

HUMPRHEY PANTING

I've got it.

~ You know who the killer is?
~ Well, no.

At least, not yet. But I think I know
why we found a cork in her room.

Well, at least Florence has worked
out why there was salt on the bath.

~ Mm-hm.
~ Have a look at this.

Good grief!

We stayed up for a few drinks.

'She opened the door
to her killer...'

It was Halloween.

She was killed in a
road-traffic accident.

So, what does that mean?

The game they played, the, er...
the questions and answers.

Yes. The other statements?

~ And the sister thing.
~ Ah, yes.

~ Ah!
~ Oh!

That's it.

God, it's awful. But it fits.

Well, come on. You know what to do.

HE SIGHS Water.

Yeah.

Thank you, all, for joining us.

You see, when I open the
door on to a crime scene...

.. I ask, "What is the
character of this murder?"

And the character
of Jenny's murder...

.. was personal.

I didn't do it.

You're out of your mind
if you think I did it.

I know. I know.

I always said the killer
was one of her bridesmaids.

You said Jenny was murdered
between 12 and 1.

We were all in our bedrooms then.

You were. CCTV proves it.

Between 10pm and 7am
the next morning,

you were all safely tucked
up in your beds.

Then it can't be one of us.

That is unless...

.. unless the murder was actually
committed much earlier in the evening

and it was just made to look
like it happened after midnight.

I mean, that would be quite
a clever trick, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it, Betty?

Sorry?

Cos it was you who murdered
Jenny, wasn't it?

That's ridiculous. You
can't just assume...

From the start of the case,
we worked on the basis

that the murder happened
after midnight,

because the eight-hour candles
in Jenny's bathroom

flickered out at approximately 8am
the morning her body was discovered.

Little did we know you'd, er...

misdirected us with
a sleight of hand.

Isn't that right?

We found salt crystals
on the side of the bath,

and, after a little digging,

I discovered that if you
add salt to a candle,

it makes it burn down
much more slowly.

Thus extending the candle's life by,
in this instance, over two hours.

After drowning Jenny, you poured
salt onto the candles.

You spilt some on the
side of the bath,

allowing you to murder Jenny
before you'd even gone to bed.

But the three of us were
all together before then.

The entire time?

HUMPHREY: No loo breaks, no
phone calls in a quiet spot?

Of course, but we're talking
a couple of minutes at most.

That's all she needed before her
absence would be conspicuous.

See, she didn't have time to, er...

wait at Jenny's front door for
Jenny to get into the bath.

She needed to be in
and out in a flash.

~ But none of them had a key.
~ She didn't need one.

She'd already ensured
the door wasn't locked.

HUMPHREY SNORTS

Because Betty had been
in Jenny's room that day.

I was literally there for
two seconds, no more.

She didn't go to the suite just
to collect Jenny that morning.

She went because she'd already
decided to murder her friend

and she needed to prepare the ground.

You see, we found this...

.. on the floor of Jenny's suite.

It was hidden under the chair,
if you're interested.

And I don't mind telling
you that it's, er...

it's been bugging me ever since.

Until I realised that,

just as there's a trick to stopping
a table from wobbling,

there's also a trick to stopping
a lock from working.

It's an old burglar's
trick, in actual fact,

something I dare say you came across

in your job as a loss adjuster
for an insurance company.

The door was never locked
from that point,

meaning Betty could enter Jenny's
room whenever she wished.

All Betty had to do was wait for a
sign that Jenny had started her bath.

LOW CHATTER

~ Another one, ladies?
~ No!

'At which point, she just had
to buy herself a few minutes.'

I'm just going to nip to
the loo. Back in a sec.

'You needed to be quick.

'But all you had to
do was open the door.

'And that is when you
made your one mistake,

'because in your rush to get
away, you prised the cork out,

'but in your panic you didn't
quite see where it went.

'Maybe you looked for a few seconds,
but you couldn't delay any longer

'and, after all, it was only a cork.

'I mean, how incriminating
could that be?

'But all this allowed you
to return to your friends,

'without them even realising
that Jenny was already dead.'

You knew that when we found the
eight-hour candles still working,

well, we would presume

the murder couldn't have happened
more than eight hours before,

giving you the perfect alibi.

You could prove that you were
in your own room after midnight.

But why?

Exactly.

Betty had handled you going out
with Jenny for years, so why now?

Because of something you said.

Me?

~ Well, I wasn't even on the island.
~ Not in the flesh.

But in the recording
for the hen quiz...

Er... it was Halloween. Jenny kept
plying me with wine all night and

then launched herself at me.

'You let slip that you and Jenny
got together at Halloween,'

which was two months before
you and Betty split up.

Well, it was so long
ago, I... I forgot.

Well, I'm sorry, Simon, because that
was the moment Betty realised.

All those years, she'd sacrificed
her feelings for you,

because she believed that her friend
Jenny had been honest with her.

And not just any friend.
Her best friend.

So, when she heard that
honesty never existed,

that you'd been cheating on her
with her best friend for months...

You know, I think that Betty also
realised at that very moment

that had her best friend been honest
with her, told her the truth...

.. then her sister Carol
would still be alive.

See, when you really got
together at Halloween,

Carol Foss was travelling the world.

If you'd told Betty the truth
when you should have done...

.. she wouldn't have
even been in the country

to try and comfort her sister.

But instead, when she
heard what happened,

she jumped in her car
to travel from Cornwall

~ and died in a road accident.
~ SHE SOBS

In Betty's mind, your
duplicity was responsible

for the death of Carol Foss.

That's something you
have to live with.

But in her fury...

.. Betty didn't even give her
friend a chance to do that.

She'd just discovered that
her best friend betrayed her,

with the most horrific consequences.

~ Drink, drink!
~ JENNY LAUGHS

That's why Jenny called
you straight afterwards.

I think she sensed that
Betty had worked out

that you'd both gone behind her
back. Is that right, Betty?

Ten years she's been laughing at me.

You both have!

You murdered my sister!
You murdered...

SOBBING

What a day! So, have you got
any plans for this evening?

I'm meeting Gloria at seven.

I shall look forward to hearing
all about it tomorrow evening.

Hm? Come again, Sarge?

Gloria is an old friend of mine.

I'm meeting her for a
drink tomorrow evening,

and I'm sure she'll tell me

all about her special night
out with Officer Dwayne Myers.

HE SIGHS

~ Hey.
~ Hey.

Can we talk?

Of course.

What's going on?

I think it's time I was honest with
you, at least, as honest as I can be,

which may well not be very honest at
all in the grand scheme of things.

Er... but I'd never forgive myself
if I didn't do what was right.

OK, you know, sometimes, as much
as I think I understand English,

I... I'm not sure I do.

~ Your job in Paris.
~ Yes?

It was me that got them
to withdraw their offer.

~ What?
~ They needed me to agree to release you.

~ I refused.
~ Why?

I didn't want to lose you.

But I... I knew deep in
my heart you wanted to go.

When you first told me about
it, I saw it in your eyes.

You were excited.

And you still stopped me going?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I've behaved selfishly.

You see, you've become very
important to me, Camille,

much more than you'd ever know.

But if you care about someone, you...
you have to let them be the person

they are, not the person
you want them to be,

otherwise what's the point?

So, I called the Commissioner.

He called Paris,

and, well, the point is,

you're flying from
Guadeloupe in the morning.

The ferry leaves first thing.

You... you see, my father always
told me that you can't help

making a mistake, but if
you try and make it right,

people will forgive your stupidity.

I could kill you.

Yes, well, if it helps, I could
throw myself in the sea.

Don't tempt me.

SHE TUTS

Maman and...

.. the team.

You.

Don't worry. I'll muddle through.

You're wet.

Yes, I am.

It will dry.

You'd better pack.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Thank you.

Maman!

Je vais a Paris.

Je vais a Paris.

THEY SPEAK FRENCH

MUSIC PLAYS

♪ Baby, I love you and
you going away... ♪

Don't you go leaving me too, old pal.

♪ Girl, I love you

♪ And you leaving

♪ But I'll make it anyway... ♪

I'm so proud of you.

~ I'll ring you every week.
~ Of course you will.

~ SHE CHUCKLES
~ Now go.

Have your adventure.

Well? I didn't get up early on
a Saturday for nothing, you know.

Come now.

Oh, I'm really going to miss you.

Those Parisians are
lucky to have you.

Let me know if you need a visitor.

I'll show them how to party
island-style. Personally.

CAMILLE LAUGHS

Oh, and you are going
to do just great.

~ You think?
~ Oh, yeah. Promise me one thing, though.

~ Look after Humphrey.
~ Of course.

I knew we couldn't keep you for ever.

But you will always have a place
here, whenever you want it.

Do us proud.

I'll try.

~ BOAT SOUNDS HORN
~ You'd better go in, huh?

Yeah, but...

I'll get him to call you.

Yes, OK.

Well...

.. goodbye, everyone.

BOAT SOUNDS HORN

Camille! Wait!

Wait, wait!

Oh! I'm sorry I'm late.

~ It's all right.
~ I had to get you a leaving present.

What is it?

You'll see.

~ I'm going to miss you.
~ And me, you.

Hey! Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, thanks.

♪ Yes, I'm glad, I'm
glad of the good news

♪ That happened last night

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ So, don't you marvel

♪ These things must come to pass

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ So don't you worry, don't get
upset The best is yet to come

♪ I'm glad, I'm glad of the good
news that happened last night... ♪

~ SHE LAUGHS
~ You did the right thing.

Letting her go.

Oh, I know.

I know.

A band from the UK are
here to record an album.

Flowers Of Progress are
here on Saint Marie?

Good afternoon, sir. You must be JP.

Oh, yes, of course. You've not met.

I can't believe I'll be working
with the legendary Dwayne Myers.

I'm very dedicated to my
undercover work, you know.

There's members of this band
who've got a real axe to grind

~ with my brother.
~ I'm the guitarist and songwriter.
~ Co-writer.

I think it'll take us a while
to find our... our rhythm.

You're talking to a dead beetle.