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Nice. Nice, Sadie.

Good. Good. Just under
the beat. Lovely, darling.

Rosey, keep your head up.
Look at Sadie. Take notes.

- I'm going to go backstage and
get some shots, Nelson. - OK, Jay.

Good, Sadie! Zoe, try to look
as if you want to be here, yes?

Well done. Better. Concentrate, no?

Perfect, Eloise.

Perfect.

Let's just delay accepting, the
Rome job's still a possibility.

- Hey, has anyone seen my laptop?
- It's where you last had it.

- Thanks, Jay. - So there's great new place
opened up on the beach for after the show.

- Caribbean food, music.
- Yeah, I'll be well up for that. Sadie?

I think I'm going to keep my head down.

Oh, come on, Sades. It's our
last night on the island.

- It'll be fun.
- Sure. Why not?

Right, right, right.

Can I have your attention for a
couple of minutes, please, ladies?

Zoe, now!

Right, just a few notes
before tonight's show.

Eloise, just keep on doing exactly
what you are doing, it's fantastic.

Rosey, a little more confidence, darling.

And, Sadie, can you soften
your turns a little, yes?

Zoe, as always, you need to focus.

- Got it. - You might want to try
slowing your walk a little, too.

- Let them enjoy you.
- Yeah. Well, thanks, Eloise.

- Jay. - Yeah, just
pretend I'm not there.

And that's it. One hour to showtime.

Get some rest, get focused,

and don't forget...

be fabulous!

Have a good time. Oh, I've
forgotten my key. I'll catch up.

This may not be important to
you, but it is everything to me.

I didn't want you here in the first place,

but now you are here,
you'll do as I say, yes?

Step out of line again and...

that is it.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

In aid of our local
school, I present to you

the stunning new lines from Saint
Marie's favourite designer...

Nelson Benedict!

♪ I'll be the late-night
lady you won't recognise

♪ I'm a chameleon I'm
always in disguise. ♪

Quickly, Zoe! Quickly!

Ready.

All right, that's it.

Careful.

OK. Zoe, scarf!

Come on, Nelson, you can do this.

- I don't believe it!
- I'll sort it. - How?

Like this.

Nelson, please.

Eloise, I need you here.

Agent. I need to take
this. You can manage.

Hi.

Almost. Just the shoes.

Oh, brilliant!

Come on. Let's go.

OK, so we said we'd talk
and try to identify areas

you think have room for improvement.

Yes, vis-a-vis meeting
members of the opposite sex.

Well, actually meeting them would
be an area we could improve upon.

- Easily remedied.
- Talking?

- Finding the right subject.
- Constructing a sentence.

- You're talking now.
- Yes, but you're not a date. If you were,

the nerves would kick in, the mouth'd
dry up, throat'd close and...

- Well, we can work on that.
- Eating?

What with the whole dry mouth
and throat closed up thing,

food goes down in lumps.
It's a wonder I've not needed

the Heimlich manoeuvre before
now. And walking, legs like jelly.

And breathing's a bit of a
problem. - It's Dwayne. - Oh.

Hello?

On our way. Paradise Beach Hotel.

- There's been a murder.
- Let's go.

So, JP, what have we got?

Earlier this evening the hotel
was hosting a fashion show.

As it was about to finish, one
of the models, Zoe Mackay, 19,

was found dead in a marquee. She
appears to have been strangled.

- And where are the other models now?
- The hotel.

Dwayne's looking after them.

Poor girl.

A small amount of blood at
the corner of her mouth,

which would indicate
death by asphyxiation.

And ligature marks
around the victim's neck

would seem to confirm it.

- So what else do we know?
- The models took turns on the catwalk.

- Nelson helped them change. - Nelson?
- The designer. Nelson Benedict.

- Should I know who he is?
- Originally from Saint Marie,

he left some years ago to find his
fortune. He's fairly well established.

One of the models came off the catwalk

and that's when Zoe was found dead.

The other models and designer were
here when she was killed and they're
saying they didn't see anything?

Could anyone from the audience
have gained access and killed her?

The area was fenced off
and guarded by security.

So, security there.

And there's a swamp there,

which means no-one's getting in that way.

Don't they normally
have legions of people,

hair, make-up, that kind of thing?

It was a charity event, sir,

a fundraiser for Mr Benedict's old school.

They wanted to keep costs to a
minimum, so he and the models agreed
they'd cover those jobs themselves.

Right.

- Why is she holding this?
- She's a woman.

Women wear these things.

Will you be wanting to speak
to the witnesses tonight, sir?

What are you doing here?

- Sir?
- Hmm.

- The witnesses?
- Yes, witnesses. Yes.

Well, ladies, I thought
you might appreciate this

after all you've been through.

- Keep your mind on the job, JP.
- It's just... I think I know her.

And I'm best friends with Naomi Campbell.

Hello.

Thanks for coming, everyone,
I know it's a difficult time.

Let's start with introductions.

I'm Detective Inspector Humphrey
Goodman. DS Florence Cassell.

Nelson Benedict, designer.

I was hosting tonight's show.

Jay Croker, photographer.

- Sadie Mernier.
- Rosey Fabrice.

Eloise Ronson.

Thank you. So, can I ask,

which of you was it discovered Zoe?

It was me. As she came off
the catwalk, I went on,

did my walk, returned and...

And how long were you on the...?

- Catwalk. - Catwalk? - Less
than a minute, 40 seconds or so.

- Jay, you were out front, I assume?
- Yeah, taking shots of the girls.

Did you see anyone acting suspiciously?
Anyone trying to get past security?

No, but my attention was
really on the catwalk, so...

- And that was the camera you were using?
- Yeah. It's got the entire show on it.

- We'll need the memory card.
- Sure.

There you go.

Thank you.

So, apart from Jay and Rosey,

everyone else was in the
marquee when this happened?

Miss Ronson, what were you doing?

She was supposed to be helping
me get Sadie into her dress.

What, you need two people
to get someone into a dress?

It's quite intricate, it ties at the back.

The highlight of my show.

- I was outside taking a call from my agent.
- Is that usual during a show?

Not in my experience.

- Did anyone see you outside?
- I certainly heard her.

Oh, that's brilliant!

Well, I fly out of here tomorrow,
so I can be there by Thursday.

My agent's number. Call her and check.

We will. Thank you.

So, Eloise taking a call,

Nelson and Sadie in the changing
are, Rosey on the catwalk,

Jay out front taking photographs.

What happened after Zoe was discovered?

I... rushed out, asked if there
was a doctor present, but...

And the scarf that was used to kill Zoe?

Part of her outfit.

Can you think of a reason
someone might have to hurt her?

Has she fallen out with
anyone since she's been here?

We flew in two days ago and all
we've done is sleep and work,

she didn't have time to
meet with anyone else.

There was something, you know?

I'd heard a little bit from Zoe myself,

but, Sadie, you know best.

- Zoe had some kind of a stalker.
- What?!

A stalker?

He found out where she lived
and started sending her letters.

- It's been going on for a couple of months now.
- Did she know who it was?

No. She notified the police, but I
don't think anything came of it.

Police?! We all get strange
letters, it comes with the territory.

I think these were a bit different?

We'll need to get in touch with UK
police and get hold of that case file.

All right, that's all for
now. Thank you very much.

If you think of anything
else, then please do tell us.

Oh, Mr Benedict...

Zoe was found holding a stocking.

- Part of your collection?
- Stockings?

- No.
- Just thought I'd ask.

Thank you.

- Morning.
- Morning, Number Two.

- So, this stalker thing, I called
the police in Blackpool. - Blackpool?

- Yes, a big tower, donkeys,
kiss-me-quick hats. - Kiss your what?

It's like a trilby, you
know? No, why would you?

Well, Blackpool is Zoe's
hometown in the UK.

Anyway, I sent over copies of
the letters from the stalker.

Er, here we are.

"I watch you every day, dreaming of
us together forever, never apart."

- Nothing threatening. - No, it reads
rather like a sort of creepy fan mail.

- He's clearly obsessed.
- Yes, but if that is the case,

why travel all the way here to kill her?

So, the stalker isn't our killer?

Well, we can't dismiss them entirely,

but I can't help feeling...

that whoever sent those letters
did not murder Zoe Mackay.

- Sir?
- Yes.

- Erm...
- Oh, gosh!

Yes. Thank you.

Right. Come on.

I'd like to take another
look at this crime scene.

Right, for the moment, let's discount the
possibility that Zoe was killed by her stalker.

Security were posted front of house and there's
a large swamp at the back of the marquee,

so I'm not sure how he could
have managed to get inside.

Also, if she's telling the truth,

Eloise was taking a phone call at
the time, so she would've seen if
an intruder had got in that way.

Which means that the killer had to be someone
who was already backstage during the show.

That rules out the photographer,
Jay, he was out front taking photos

and security would have noticed
if he'd gone backstage.

So of all the four other suspects

who were in the marquee
during the fashion show...

Rosey was on the catwalk,
Sadie being dressed by Nelson.

- Eloise outside on the phone.
- Each of them has an alibi.

So, who killed Zoe?

And how?

My cologne.

Those models know quality
when they see it...

and smell it.

Ah, Miss Fabrice!

Please... come in.

How can I be of assistance?

It's probably nothing, but there's
something I thought I should mention.

Is it to do with Nelson?

I saw you looking to him during
the questioning last night.

They didn't get on, Zoe and Nelson.

He thought she lacked focus,
never had her mind on the job.

- In what way? - Zoe was
always on her laptop or texting.

That's hardly a motive to kill her.
Why did Nelson dislike her so much?

Zoe and I worked with each other last
year on another of Nelson's shows.

First day, she turned up still
drunk from the previous night.

- Didn't do too well on the catwalk.
He was furious. - Still drunk?

She realised her mistake, forever
apologising to Nelson, but...

He never forgave her?

From the moment we arrived he was
at Zoe, criticising her every move.

You do as I say, yes?

Step out of line again and...! This
is your last chance, you understand?

- And later, during the show...
- I don't believe it!

I thought he was going to lose it again.

Hey, you were right to let us know.

Thank you.

Like my junior colleagues said,

you did the right thing.
Thank you very much.

Oh, gosh! Mademoiselle.

Wow! Look at that! The whole fashion
show played out frame by frame.

- Brilliant work, JP.
- Thank you, sir.

What did Miss Fabrice want?

She came to tell us that Nelson
had a few run-ins with Zoe.

One at a fashion shoot last year, and he's
lost it a few times since they arrived here.

Which is interesting, because there's
a charge of assault on his record.

I've asked the police in
Paris to send over the files.

Also, Rosey mentioned
that Zoe had a laptop.

- It wasn't at the marquee. - Yes, we'll
need to search her room at the hotel,

see if it turns up there.
Right, so background checks.

Our victim... Zoe Mackay?

19 years old from Blackpool, UK.

Left school at 16 after being
spotted by a talent scout

from Bounce Modelling Agency.

Our suspects. Nelson Benedict?

Born Saint Marie, but left for London
at the age of 18 to study fashion.

He returned to host a charity
fundraising fashion show

and used Rosey Fabrice and Sadie
Mernier as models, both island girls.

- Good. Eloise Ronson?
- 24 years old from London.

She'd been modelling since she was
15 and is well-known on the circuit.

She's the face of a
high-street clothing chain

and an international cosmetics range.

- Rosey Fabrice? - 23. Born and
raised in Chapeltown, Saint Marie.

Won a scholarship to Saint Francis
where she was a model student.

That was a deliberate pun, right?

- Wrong. - At college, as
part of her final exams,

she choreographed and performed
a new work using local musicians

focusing on the island's history.

And you know that how?

- She was in the year above me at school.
- I thought you was making that up?

So how come she didn't mention
she knew you when she came in?

Hmm. Obviously you made a huge impact.

- Anyway, what was your impression of her?
- Good family, friendly, easy-going.

- Sadie Mernier? - From Saint
Marie, now based in Manchester.

- Good friends with Zoe.
- OK.

So, Zoe was killed within
less than a 60 second timeframe

between leaving the runway and then
being discovered by Rosey Fabrice.

But... all of our suspects have alibis.

- Nelson and Sadie were busy changing.
- Eloise on the phone.

- Rosey was on stage.
- So, who had the most opportunity to kill Zoe?

- Eloise. - Because? - Because everybody
else was in someone else's sight.

So, prime suspect, Eloise.

- Unless...
- Let's play "what if".

What if Nelson and Sadie
are in on this together?

- One of them killed Zoe, each
giving the other an alibi. - Uh-huh.

What if... Eloise hadn't taken
the call from her agent?

- They wouldn't have been left alone.
- JP, want to talk us through?

Over 500 frames from Jay's
memory card taken during the show.

There's even more of the
rehearsals and backstage.

Jay started taking photographs
on the left side of the catwalk,

moving round and ending
up on the right side here.

The frames run chronologically,
starting at seven o'clock

with Eloise being the
first model on the runway,

through to this frame taken at 7:25,

by which time the models
had appeared ten times each.

And every time in a new outfit.

Going through the time codes
from 19:23:02 to... 19:23:50,

Zoe doing her thing.

The most significant frame for
us is this one here, 19:23:57,

Zoe leaving for the last time
as Rosey begins her final walk.

That's the last shot
of Zoe before she died.

Honore Police.

19:23:59 to 19:24:40,

Rosey making her last appearance.

And time code 19:24:44,

We see her entering the marquee.

47 seconds after Zoe left the
catwalk, Rosey finds her dead.

Which all the suspects say
is correct because here

time codes 19:25:04 to 19:25:09,

after we last saw Rosey...

Nelson appears on the catwalk asking
if there's a doctor in the house.

- Which was the last picture Jay took.
- Thank you very much.

That was our colleagues in Paris in
regards to Nelson's arrest for assault.

It was during a fashion show
he was mounting. And, get this,

the person assaulted
was one of his models.

She turned up late, he got physical.

- Short fuse? - Tiny. They also
said it wasn't the first time the
police had attended one of his shows.

Apparently, the man has
some serious anger issues.

Let's go and see what he
has to say for itself.

Dwayne, JP, whilst we're
grappling with Nelson,

I want you to search Zoe's
room, see what you can find.

- Oh, and great work, everyone.
- Thanks, Chief.

What is that smell?!

How come you didn't tell me before
you went to school with a model?

- She wasn't a model then.
- Any news, officers?

Er, none at the moment,
but I'm very hopeful.

I have a job booked in Rome
at the end of the week,

- I'll still be able to make it, won't I?
- Well, we've established a timeline...

The investigation's ongoing.

There's nothing to report yet.

What was that all about?!

These women have been traumatised,
they need handling gently.

I'm just trying to stay focused, Dwayne.

I mean, one of them could be our killer.

OK, you're right,

one of them could be.

What about the other two, eh? Hmm?

A light petit dejeuner for me,

an... early lunch for you, if you'd care?

That's very kind, but, no.

Oh, a little tea.

Thank you.

I can't imagine what it must be
like in your line of business.

- I mean, the adrenaline must be...
- That is coffee.

Oh, gosh! Yes, of course. Erm...

- Let me.
- Yes.

Oh, thank you. Yes, the
sky-high adrenaline levels,

constantly on edge.

It can be very... tense.

And the models, getting
them to do what you want,

- when you want, the way you want.
- I try to keep a level head.

Uh-huh. You didn't, though, on
December 10th, 2014, did you?

Euro Fashion Week,

when you assaulted one of
your models, Doreen Hutton.

- The date's right, isn't it?
- Uh-huh.

There are other incidents,
five to be exact.

The... the pressure gets to me sometimes.

Like when Zoe turned up
drunk to your show last year?

Or when you were overheard
shouting to her before this show?

Or when she ripped the dress
before she stepped onto the catwalk?

The incident with Doreen
Hutton, unforgivable.

The others... were misunderstandings.

Did the red mist descend
again yesterday, Nelson? Hmm?

Did Zoe not show you enough respect,
is that it? Did you lose your temper?

Zoe had let me down before and I was
letting her know, in no uncertain
terms, not to let it happen again.

- The stupid girl! She didn't
realise how lucky she was. - Lucky?

Zoe was handed it on a plate,

given the kind of success others
have fought years to achieve.

I came from nothing.

Fought tooth and nail to get where I am.

That is why I'm so passionate about
what I do and why sometimes I...

lose it when others don't feel the same.

This is my life, DI Goodman.

All I have!

So, how are you chaps getting on
with the search? Anything of use?

Well, Chief, we found Zoe's mobile.

No threatening text or answerphone
messages, but there was one thing.

JP?

- Mobile phone number?
- It was in her dialled-numbers log.

She called that number two days ago and hasn't
it before or since as far as we can tell.

- Can you trace it? - Pay-as-you-go. We called
it ourselves, but it keeps going to voicemail.

So it doesn't belong
to any of the suspects?

Intriguing. Keep trying, Dwayne,
you never know, they may pick up.

There wasn't any sighting of
the other stocking, was there?

- These things normally come
as a pair, I believe. - No, sir.

- And Zoe's laptop hasn't turned up either.
- So, maybe our killer took it.

If so, why and what's on it?

Have a word with the hotel staff,
ask them to keep their eyes peeled.

- Should I apply for search warrants, sir?
- No, that'll take for ever, JP.

So...

let's try a different approach.

Sorry to disturb you,
Miss Mernier, this isn't...

- .. an official request as I don't have...
- the necessary warrant.

- But I wondered if you wouldn't mind me...
- searching your room?

It's part of our ongoing investigation.

- And although I could get a warrant,
it could... - take some time.

And it would be better all round if we could
eliminate you from our enquiries as soon as we can.

- Thanks... - Thanks...
- Thanks very much.

- .. very much.
- .. very much.

Would it be possible to come in?

Tell me what it is and I'll
tell you if it's there.

- It's confidential. - But if I let you in and
you find it, I'll see it and know what it is.

So, why don't you just tell me what you're
looking for and I can tell you if I have it?

- Look, it might have been stolen...
- Are you calling me a thief?

- No. - Well, then you have
no need to search my room.

Chief, Eloise is hiding something,
I can feel it in my water.

She has the weakest alibi,
she is our prime suspect.

No luck with Zoe's laptop,

but they did say that yesterday morning,

Eloise had requested to
be given her own room.

She and Zoe had been sharing.

- They'd fallen out over something?
- Putting it mildly.

Eloise told the receptionist she
didn't want stay another night

- in the same room as "that
interfering bitch". - How charming.

So, Eloise requests a room
on her own, Zoe is murdered,

- and now she's refusing a search. JP, get
to court, get a warrant, please. - Yes, Chief.

- Dwayne, keep an eye on Eloise. - Don't
worry, Chief, I won't let her out of my sight.

Yes, of that I have no doubt.

Thank you. Eloise's agent's confirmed they
were speaking at the time Zoe was murdered.

- We're still waiting for phone records
to back it up. - Thanks, Florence.

So, security here at the site.

Swamp here at the back.

Catwalk here. And marquee
where Zoe was killed here.

At the time Zoe was murdered,

Eloise was here taking
a call from her agent.

Nelson and Sadie... said they
heard Eloise talking on the phone

shortly before the body was discovered.

Sadie was being dressed by Nelson,
so they alibi each other. OK.

Rosey was on the catwalk
at the time of the murder.

Photographs taken by Jay
prove this to be true.

But even if we rule her out,

I am at a complete loss as to how one of the
other three might have been able to do it either.

- The postmortem results
have arrived. - Ah, good.

- 'JP.' - I'll be waiting a while for that
warrant, the court is closed for lunch.

I can't stay here all day,

there are natural functions
that need attending to.

There's movement.

Yes, confirm that.

The target is on the move.

The postmortem's confirmed
death by asphyxiation.

The pressure exerted caused
her windpipe to fracture.

So, she died quickly, small mercies.

Also, the lab has been unable to recover any
fingerprints from either the stocking or the scarf.

Ah, yes, the stocking.

Satin Noir stockings, 15 denier.

I hardly notice I'm wearing them.

A luxury I can afford,
a luxury... I deserve.

You do that a little too well.

Yes, quoting their advertisement.

I know this is trying
to tell us something.

What exactly is it trying to say?

I knew it.

Available only on the black market,

Camadathol is a fat-burning
drug which enhances weight loss.

According to this, it's widely
used in the modelling world.

Hmm. Illegal. Anyone found
in possession of the drug

could face a lengthy spell in prison,

- which would explain why Eloise was reluctant
for you to search her room, Dwayne. - Hmm.

Maybe that's why she wanted out of
the room she was sharing with Zoe.

Maybe Zoe had discovered the drugs.

Eloise was under contract to more than one
high-street company pushing her girl-next-door image.

Which means if Zoe exposed
her, she would lose everything.

Time to pay her a visit.

Zoe discovered you were
using drugs, didn't she?

We argued.

Zoe said she was disgusted.

Said if word got out I
was using these things,

young girls might follow my example.

Did she threaten to expose you?

As far as she was concerned
the dealers were the bad guys,

I was one of the victims.

Taking the drugs was wrong,

but there are girls who
are younger, slimmer.

And if the client wants
thin, they get thin.

Where did you get the drugs from, Eloise?

- A guy in London.
- We need a name.

No name, just a number.

You send a text, a kid arrives on a bike,

you pay the cash and don't ask questions.

We'll need that number, if we may.

I love my job more than
anything in the world

and I don't want to lose it, but I would never
ever have killed Zoe in order to keep it.

I would never do that.

Why is Zoe's diary in your room?

So, what's the deal with
you and the model Rosey?

- What do you mean?
- Spill the beans, man.

- There's nothing to spill.
- All right.

I used to like her, along
with every other boy in school.

In her final year, the last day of term,

- I left her a flower on her desk.
- Oh, say it with flowers -- nice.

I obviously said the wrong thing.
I mean, I never saw her again.

And when she came in today,
she didn't know me from Adam.

Zoe's diary. I'm going
to work my way through,

see if it throws anything up.

JP, can you get on to the police
in London. Pass them that number.

Tell them that's the contact that
Eloise was using to buy Camadathol.

Sir, hang on.

This is the number Zoe called
from her mobile two days ago.

- She called Eloise's dealer?
- Zoe wasn't a user, was she?

She told Eloise she hated drugs.

News back from Zoe's Internet server.

Nothing much of interest.

The usual e-mail between her
and her family back in the UK.

But there was quite a bit of correspondence
with a fashion magazine based in London.

It turns out Zoe was writing an
article called Life In The Industry.

That's probably why she
was always on her laptop.

Also, Eloise's phone records have
come through and they check out.

The call she said she received from her
agent covers the time Zoe was murdered.

So, Eloise's alibi stands.
Let's go over what we've got.

Nelson, furious regarding
Zoe's previous behaviour,

and Eloise fearing she'd
be exposed as a drug user.

- No motives for the other suspects so far.
- Where are we with the financial checks?

They'll be with us in the morning.

Also, we need to check out
Zoe's social media profile,

Facebook, the other one, the
tweeter, see if anything leaps out.

Now, Zoe left the catwalk here.

Less than a minute later, as
Rosey entered the marquee here,

she was found dead, strangled.

Our killer has to be
one of those four people

who had access to the marquee
during the fashion show.

- But they all have alibis.
- So how did one of them manage to kill her?

Sir, that was the hotel, they've
found a laptop. It could be Zoe's.

- I could collect it on my way home.
- Fantastic. Absolutely brilliant, JP.

OK, let's leave it there for now.
Sleep on things, back tomorrow

bright-eyed and, dare I say, bushy-tailed.

- Night, Chief.
- Night-night.

Erm, Florence, Catherine's
bar, a drink maybe?

- Sure.
- Good.

You. It was you.

Sadie, you are drunk. Go to bed.

- Calm down, Sadie. - Get off
me! Murderer! - Sadie, darling.

- Murderer!
- Come on.

- Do you need some help?
- We can manage.

Sadie. Sadie! Are you OK?

The first time I saw you, I
just knew you were the one.

You and only you.

S-S-Shining...

like a diamond.

- That's a lyric from a song, right?
- Yes, a fusion of a few, to be honest.

The best advice I can give
is... just to be yourself.

- But I've myself for the past 30-odd years and
it hasn't brought me much success. - Rubbish!

- You were married.
- To a woman I met on a date my mum arranged.

- Before your wife, there
were others? - Hundreds.

A few.

- One. - See, you don't
take yourself too seriously.

- And that's such an attractive
quality in a man. - You think? - Hmm.

Make a woman laugh and
you're halfway there.

What about Catherine?

Try and make her smile. Oh, come on.

You can do this.

- Same again, Humphrey?
- No.

Oh, yes. Yes.

- Erm... I was just laughing
with Florence. - About?

Well... the time I played rugby at school.

I did my best, but all anyone
could say was, "Nice try."

Ah, that was kind of them.

No, it's... it's a joke.

Rugby? Try, you see.

It's like a goal. No, OK.

All right. Ah, yes, yes,

why can't you hear a
pterodactyl going to the toilet?

- A what? - Pterodactyl. A
lizardy, flying dinosaur thing.

- In the toilet?
- No, not your toilet. It's extinct.

But if it could go to the toilet,
why wouldn't you hear it?

Cos the P is silent.

- P?
- Pterodactyl.

It doesn't begin with a T, it's a P.

P-T...

E...

Oh, never mind.

Here all week. Just before the bingo.

19:23:08.

19:23... 19:23:11. Oh, goodness!
There are so many of these.

Ah, JP, any luck with the laptop?

A guest at the hotel found
it when they were snorkelling.

The killer must have thrown it in the sea.

- It's in a pretty bad way. - OK, well
get someone from the lab to pick it up,

see if they can recover
anything from the hard drive.

I was hoping it might give
us what we need to crack this.

Ah, Florence, Zoe's diary, anything?

Still working my way through.

Zoe's made a couple of entries in
regard to her friendship with Sadie.

A couple of incidents of them falling
out, but nothing so far suggests murder.

Well, let me know if anything
comes up. Dwayne, financial checks?

Well, all the suspects are solvent.

It seems like Zoe had her
feet very firmly on the ground.

Paid herself a small monthly
salary and saved the rest.

But the most interesting thing is

I tracked her finances back
to her first agency, Bounce.

And it turns out that Jay Croker
was one of the company directors,

that is before it went into liquidation.

Really? Jay didn't mention that.

- See if there's anything else you
can dig up, please. - Yes, Chief.

Zoe's phone.

Looks like she programmed it.

Set an alarm to remind
her to call her parents.

Hello. What's this?

Something in the background.

- Get that enlarged,
please, JP. - Chief? - Yes.

Found a couple of articles on Bounce,
Jay Croker's modelling agency.

- It seems like they've had quite a
lot of bad press. - Really? What for?

Erm, "A toxic culture
in which young clients

"were encouraged and on
some occasions bullied

"into taking extreme and dangerous
measures to lose weight."

- And Zoe was part of all this?
- She led the walk-out.

She openly criticised
what was going on there

and took most of the clients
with her to a different agency.

Which would explain why she was so
annoyed with Eloise for taking Camadathol.

It seems Zoe was evidently
more than just a pretty face,

a girl with quite a moral code.

And not scared of expressing her opinions
about the less glamorous side of the industry.

To the extent that she caused Jay
Croker's business to go bankrupt.

It says motive to me.

But Jay was photographing the
show when Zoe was murdered.

- There's no way he could be our killer, he
can't be in two places at the same time. - True.

Very true, but nonetheless why
did he lie, Florence? Why lie?

I think it's time I had a
chat with Mr Croker, don't you?

Come in. You'll have to excuse the mess.

Oh, mess and I are very old friends.

Oh, well...

Er... what's this?

It's a way of getting a very expensive
looking effect on the cheap.

See, check this out.

A small aperture creates
a rippled circular halo.

While a wider aperture creates
a kind of psychedelic haze.

- It's all low-def, really,
but effective. - Low-def?

And a fraction of the cost
of an equivalent filter.

The extra cash must come in handy...

since you've been declared bankrupt.

Why didn't you tell us that Zoe was
signed to your agency... Bounce?

For a long time, I couldn't
stand the sight of that girl.

On account of the walk-out
of clients she instigated?

Oh, you've been doing your homework.

First of all, I had nothing to do
with the way that agency ended up.

I didn't even know what was going on.

You weren't aware that young girls

that your company was supposedly looking
after were becoming anorexic, bulimic?

I was hardly ever there.
I was a silent partner,

no involvement apart from
putting up half the money.

- If I'd known what was going on...
- You would have put a stop to it?

Yes. Yes, of course I would.

Oh, hang on a minute.

- You're not accusing me of killing Zoe?
- She made things public, you lost everything.

- That's one hell of a motive, Jay.
- I'm not saying she didn't damage me,

but she did the right thing
and I don't blame her.

But let's just say I did kill her.

How? I was out front
photographing the show.

How? How did I do it?

- Ah, Chief. - Sir. - Yes.
- I think you need to see this.

The enlarged section of the
photograph you requested. My God!

In your wildest dreams
did you ever imagine

that you would be looking at a photograph
of the victim actually being killed?

Rosey was on the catwalk when it happened,

so we can rule her out as our killer.

- And Jay was out front. - Unwittingly taking
a photograph of the murder as it happened.

- So it can't be him.
- Correct.

So, as we originally suspected,

it has to be one of the three people
in the marquee. Nelson, Eloise or Sadie?

- Sir? - Yes. - Remember I mentioned

Zoe and Sadie's friendship
was on the strain?

A week ago, just before they
left the UK for Saint Marie,

Zoe writes that Sadie had started
to get even more intense,

to the extent that Sadie told
Zoe she was in love with her.

- OK. And what, Zoe didn't
feel the same? - No.

Two days later, she told Sadie they
should spend less time together.

But it's not the first
time this has gone on.

If you go back eight months,

exactly the same thing
happened between them.

Sadie started getting close, getting
clingy, and Zoe pushed her away.

But what's interesting in
the last time this happened,

two days later Zoe received her
first letter from the stalker.

Wait, you think that Sadie

was the one sending Zoe
the stalker letters?

Excuse me.

Mind if we join you?

Thank you. Erm...

Yes, erm...

Er, we came across Zoe's diary.

It didn't tell us much we didn't
already know, but what it did tell
us is that you and her were very close.

- Good friends. - It can be quite
a lonely business, I imagine.

- It must be nice when you meet someone
you can get on with. - It's rare.

People can be quite cold.

I thought I'd got used to it.

Until you met Zoe.

Someone I could talk to,

who didn't judge me for
being too thin or too fat,

too small or too tall.

Someone who liked me for being me.

Zoe said much the same in her diary.

I know you wanted a little
bit more than friendship,

a little bit more than
Zoe was prepared to give.

I can't talk about this.

Erm, excuse me. I'm sorry, but this is a murder
enquiry and you are a suspect. Please, sit down.

When we first met, she asked me how I was.

Not who I was or what I'd done,

who I knew, what my day rate was,

but how I was.

She took an interest, you know?

And I just... just fell for her.

I thought I could tell her anything.

- So I told her.
- That you were in love with her?

But she... she didn't feel the same.

- Couldn't. - You wrote the
stalker letters, didn't you?

You sent them because you
felt you were losing her.

She was pushing you away, so you
sent her those letters to scare her,

to make her feel frightened,

so that she would turn to someone
for support. Turn to you.

I wanted her to know how much
of a good friend I could be...

if she let me.

Now she's gone...

.. and I can't tell her how sorry I am...

.. and tell her how much I loved her,

because it's too late.

It's too late!

- What is it?
- I...

I've got this one in one in a
million photo of Zoe's murder, OK?

Brilliant. But it's these others ones,

the ones taken either
side of the killer photo.

I... I don't know, there's
something about them.

Who killed Zoe?

How did they manage to do
it and why was she holding

a 15-denier stocking in her
left hand when we found her body?

Well, Chief, if you get the
whiff of rum from that stocking,

my uncle Denis could be the
prime suspect. He used to use

my auntie's old cast-offs
to filter his bootleg booze.

But how did he do that?

He used to wrap the stocking
around a pipe in the still

to filter the sediments.

Yes, of course he did.

He doesn't do it any more, though.

He only did it once.

Yes, of course he did.

Stockings? No.

That's why she was holding
a stocking! That is why!

Zoe's phone.

Which is all very well, but, erm, why?

Why? That is the question.

- A mobile phone number?
- She called it two days ago.

Zoe was writing an article
called Life In The Industry.

The drugs, of course! The
drugs, the ones Eloise had!

- Excellent, JP. Get them tested for
prints. Top priority! - Yes, Chief.

I want all the suspects
at the hotel in one hour.

Good afternoon.

Thanks for coming.

This case has introduced me to a
world I knew very little about,

the world of fashion, a world
where appearance is everything.

And that's what's at the heart
of this case, how something looks.

An image. One image in particular.

Yes, apologies.

I know how upsetting this must be.

Zoe's murder presented
us with a bit of a puzzle.

How did one of you manage to kill
her when you each had an alibi?

Nelson helping Sadie, Eloise
on the phone to her agent,

Rosey on the catwalk,
Jay taking photographs.

At one point, we thought it
could've been Zoe's stalker,

but something about that
didn't quite ring true.

- So, who did it?
- Well, it could have been you.

A charge for assault on file, anger
issues, Zoe had a bad attitude

and didn't show you the respect you think
you deserved. More than enough motive.

- But that doesn't make me a murderer.
- No. No, it doesn't.

Sadie, you got close to Zoe.

You even sent her letters meant
to bring you closer together.

But how could you kill someone
you so obviously loved?

Eloise, you shared a room with Zoe.

She found out about your drug use.

- Had she exposed you, you'd have
lost everything. - I couldn't.

There's no way...

- I...
- I know.

- Rosey. - It wasn't you because
you were photographed on the catwalk

at the exact time the killer struck.

And Jay took the photographs,
so it couldn't have been you.

Yes, or could it?

- How could I be in two places
at the same time? - You couldn't.

But, like I said, this is all about
image or how things appear to be.

And what if you could appear
to be somewhere you weren't?

The photographs.

Your piece de resistance.

You couldn't possibly have killed Zoe,

because you captured the
very second she was killed.

I don't understand.

Well, it's really rather simple.

You see, two days ago, Zoe programmed
an alarm on her mobile phone --

um, a reminder to call her parents...

.. and it got me thinking, you
didn't actually need to be there

when the photographs were taken --

not if you programmed your camera
to continue taking photographs

whilst you made your way into
the marquee and murdered Zoe.

You simply set your
camera to automatic mode,

and with the audience's
attention above the catwalk,

you slipped beneath it unnoticed.

Without anyone being aware
of what you were up to,

you made your way under the catwalk.

But one of us would have seen him.

Not if he had his timings right...

It takes two people to
get someone into a dress?

Quite intricate.

.. which he did.

Jay had total access to the
backstage area during rehearsals.

I'm going to get some shots of
the girls backstage, Nelson.

He knew where everyone was
supposed to be, and when.

Nelson and Eloise helping Sadie into
the dress, Rosie on the catwalk --

as it was, Eloise ended
up outside the marquee

taking a phone call from her agent,

but that didn't upset things too much --

she, like the others, was
still entirely oblivious

to Jay's presence inside that tent,

and with everyone in their place,

you had less than a minute
to get backstage, kill Zoe,

make your way back out front
again and recover your camera

and take the final shots of the night --

leaving it to look once more like no-one,

especially you, could possibly have
got backstage to commit murder.

After that, you let the talk
of Zoe's stalker back in England

misdirect us into thinking
that's who our killer was...

There was something, you know.
Zoe had some type of a stalker.

.. except what you didn't know was,
the letters that Zoe had been sent

weren't those of a crazed
obsessive intent on harming her.

They were written by someone who only
had Zoe's best interests at heart.

Someone who loved her.

Over 500 photographs,

one of them conveniently
catching the killer in action,

giving you the perfect alibi.

I assume that was planned, Jay.

That you wanted us to find it.

It's rather audacious, really.

This...

.. is the photograph we enlarged,

only to discover that
within it was the image

of Zoe's actual murder taking place.

The other ten or so images are the
ones that were taken around it,

and there was something
about them that bothered me,

something that I couldn't
quite get my head round,

and then it hit me -- they
were all framed identically.

The angle didn't change once.

And you presumed we'd never notice.

But unfortunately for you, we did.

And it was all thanks to this.

If it hadn't been for Officer
Myers' dear old uncle Dennis

and his illegal booze still,
we might never have got there.

You told me how you could
slip a plastic bottle

over your camera lens
to get a certain effect.

A budget-price photographer's
trick to get the effect you wanted.

Well, I had a look on the internet.

There are others.

A stocking stretched across the lens

will create an effect
known as a diffusion.

Quite well-known amongst
the photographic fraternity.

And while Dwayne's uncle
Dennis used to use his stocking

to filter alcohol...

.. you used yours to filter light.

You see, I think you had
the stocking in your pocket

when you murdered Zoe MacKay.

We'll need the memory card.

It's where you carry all
the tools of your trade.

So, what reason would I have to kill Zoe?

Our killer discovered that
Zoe was writing an article

for a prominent magazine
about life as a model --

an expose, guaranteed to ruffle a
few feathers. But whose feathers?

This is... This is ridiculous.

Three days ago, Zoe fell out with Eloise,

when she discovered she
was taking Camadathol.

We know that she led the
march away from your agency

once she discovered that drug
use was being encouraged.

That was two years ago --
so why would I kill her now?

The day after she came to Saint Marie,

Zoe made a call to the
dealer who supplied Eloise.

I assume that she somehow
copied the number

when you weren't looking, Eloise
-- but why make that call here?

Why not do it in the UK?

After all, that's where the supply was.

Unless, of course, Zoe suspected
the dealer was on the island.

Unless she thought the dealer was you.

See, we checked your mobile number,

and it didn't match up with
the call Zoe had placed,

but that's because I think
you've got two phones, Jay --

one for day-to-day stuff...

.. and one for business. Your drug trade.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

This is the number Zoe dialled.

I think it's for you, Jay.

You blamed your former business
partner for pushing drugs

onto the models at your agency,

but it was you, and Zoe knew that.

You stumbled across Zoe's laptop.

Where you last had it.

You realised that it was
her that had caught you.

Discovered that she was
about to expose you,

and destroy your
reputation all over again.

But you weren't going to let that
happen -- not for a second time.

Because this time you
were going to kill her.

You waited for your cue.

For Rosie to step onto the
catwalk -- and once she'd gone,

all you needed was for Zoe to return.

As you strangled her,

as she fought for her life, arms flailing,

I think she was reaching out, grabbing.

Without your knowledge, the
stocking ended up in her clutch.

Caught out by a single stocking.

So close, Jay.

So close.

Mind your head.

Excuse me, do you have a moment?

Of course I do!

Sorry, I meant him.

Mm...?

I knew that. I was just teasing.

It's for you.

I really wanted to say, but couldn't...

The time wasn't right, and...

That is, I didn't want
to compromise you, or...

I wanted to ask if you are the same JP

that was in the year below me at school.

Were you the guy that
left that flower for me

on that last day of term?

Wow, you remember that?

I thought it was really sweet.

I looked for you to say
thank you, but you'd gone.

I didn't know where you lived, and now...

you're here!

Ahem...

Here I am!

She's giving him the
brush-off. Look, she's going.

Cupid fires his arrow and the
victim's dead in seconds.

Poor JP.

♪ You can get it if you really want

♪ You can get it if you really want... ♪

But his face and body language was
screaming defeat and heartache.

- Looks can obviously
be deceptive! - Mm.

- Great!
- Good luck to him.

No, it's not about luck.
It's about confidence.

And who'd have thought
he'd have the confidence

to pull a woman like that?

Act normal, as if nothing happened.

JP looks like he's having a lot of fun.

They seem to be getting on really well.

Who would have thought, eh?

Maybe we should ask him for a few tips.

Well, not you, obviously.

You're having no trouble at
all in that department, Chief.

Thought you might need this.

Thank you, Catherine.

- Same again?
- Please.

Only this time I'll have it in a glass.

She was obviously enjoying your company...

- until you... - Until -- yes,
we were getting on famously.

Then she asked me for the time.

Oh, well. Back to the drawing board.

- You'll get there.
- Yes, one day.

One day.

Funny thing is, I don't even wear a watch.

I've known Cedric since
I was 13 years old.

He thought I could do
better and I believed him.

I put the phone in his coffin myself.

Why have only one pillow...

without a pillow case?

Someone held it over his face.

He WAS murdered.

I'm worried about Dwayne.

I've looked up to these men my whole life,

and I'm starting to wonder
if I've got it all wrong.