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Oh, I can't stop looking at it.

It's gorgeous.

And this place, it's everything I

ever dreamed of.

Oi! You're marrying me, Darren Moore.

You're mine now. Forever.

Coconut? -No, thank you.

I've got a coconut.

No, sorry, not really

a chilli man myself.

Yes, it looks absolutely delicious, yeah.

It's not my size, I don't think. No.

Yeah, yeah, perhaps on the way back.

Am I too late

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm a police officer.

I'm a police officer and I want a cup of tea.

Well, welcome to the family, Darren.

Cheers! Thanks, Mike.

Don't worry, we'll look after her.

You'd better.

-To Darren and Lisa! -To Darren and Lisa!

Now, everybody, back down here in an hour for cocktails.

Oh, good idea. Come on, hurry up.

Come on, let's go.

Hi.

Okay, so, um...

Your biggest cocktail. You know,

umbrella, swizzle sticks,

rum, tequila, whatever you've got,

just chuck it in, set fire to

the whole thing if you want and bring it to the table,

because I... Oh, I am so loving this place.

You've been looking at your watch every five

minutes since lunch,

-so I followed you. -That is totally underhand.

Excuse me, sir, I didn't sneak away from work.

I just wanted a decent cup of tea.

-Alone. -You think I'm

happy with this?

I am stuck with you, you're stuck with me.

Thanks for reminding me.

The way I see it, we may as well

make the best of it.

Starting with...

Mmm! That.

-Yes.

WOMAN: Please report

current situation.

Can you confirm ETA? Over.

Lisa!

Victim fell from the fifth floor,

the VIP suites.

On her wedding day.

We need statements from the hotel staff and witnesses

and a forensics and scene of crime

team assembled.

Then there's the family.

Well, that's the forensics and crime scene

team assembled.

Is that CCTV camera recording?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, come on.

Hang on.

Good afternoon. My name is William and I'm

the butler for this floor.

May I show you to Suite 502?

You reckon they give special rates to cops?

Dwayne, I don't think I could afford

even the special rates.

-So, what are we... -Uh-uh.

Ugh. Right, so if the victim was shot

and fell from the balcony...

What was that sticking out of her,

a harpoon?

It was probably a bolt fired from a Predator 4500 speargun.

It's the yellow stripe model.

-Yes.

Because you snorkel?

No, because it is what it says down the side.

Right, everyone, start bagging evidence.

I want it logged and back to

the station pronto.

Okay, so that was the victim's room, was it?

No, sir. The bridal suite is over there.

So, whose room's this?

That was vacated this morning. The maid had cleaned it.

It was empty.

Then how did the victim get into it?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Right. So, if she was murdered in there

and this is the bridal suite,

what else have we got?

This is the best man, Mr Adam Fairs.

-This is Sally Watson,

Lisa Watson's sister and chief bridesmaid.

And the mother and father of the bride,

Mr and Mrs Watson.

-Oh, how long have... -Could anyone have

used these stairs?

No, sir, those doors are alarmed.

-Yes.

And yet!

Yes.

So the killer couldn't have got in that way.

Or out that way.

But the question still remains.

How did the victim get into a room

she didn't have a key to?

I thought you said this room had been cleaned?

Yes, sir.

This is a "Cleaning in Progress" label.

Why hasn't it been removed?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Do you think that's important?

Well, I wouldn't ask otherwise, would I?

Okay. Could you excuse us just for a moment?

I am a Detective Sergeant in

the Sainte-Marie Police Force.

I graduated top of my year, I have three

commendations for bravery,

I've been shot twice and I could almost certainly beat

you in a fist fight.

Whereas you, you are a rude man.

You are ignorant, full of your own

self-importance,

expecting everyone to follow you around

and hang on your every word?

From now on, you treat me with

a little more respect

or I'll be forced to forget I'm a police officer. Okay?

RICHARD: After you.

First question, where on earth would the killer

get a speargun from?

In the Caribbean?

-Yes, ma'am.

Hmm.

How could anyone do such a thing?

-DIANA: Darren. -It's okay, I'll... I'll go.

Diving's a popular activity with your guests, is it?

Yes, sir. Particularly with

the female guests.

Why is that?

William, I've told you,

you want to get the ladies, you've got to get a new look.

I wouldn't know, sir.

-Yes.

Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

The hotel has 15 spearguns.

-I'll let you know tomorrow.

Well, can't you just count them now?

Some might be in the hotel workshop.

I'll let you know in the morning

when they open.

Did you take Lisa Moore out diving at all?

Or Lisa Watson, as she was.

I don't think so. I'll check

the hotel booking form.

Tomorrow?

I understand your diving school's very popular with

the hotel's female guests?

The coral is beautiful. Women appreciate beauty.

Must be very distracting for you,

teaching women to dive,

in their bikinis, all day.

Have you ever had a relationship

with one of the female guests?

STEFAN: Womanising diving instructor. It's a little

cliched, don't you think?

Did you carve all these?

Yeah. Do you like 'em?

Very much.

So, that's the inventory for the spearguns

and the booking forms

and all by first thing tomorrow,

if you would. Thank you.

So here is the bridal party returning from the beach.

Oh, hey, hey, pause that.

Um, go back a few seconds.

Yeah. Look.

The bride just said something to the best man.

-Adam Fairs.

Play it again, would you?

Uh, run it on.

Okay, so the bridal party are all on the floor.

What happens next?

No one comes or goes for five minutes.

What?

Your behaviour with

Jacques Cousteau back there.

-Oh, no, I gave him yours.

-Look, you can't just go picking up...

CAMILLE: Oh! Who's that? MANAGER:

The maid, Margaret Dubois.

She's already on the VIP floor,

but this is her leaving.

And no one uses the lift either to go up

to the VIP suites

or to leave until 15:10.

Lisa Moore is killed about now.

So watch.

RICHARD: Okay, then, pause that.

Well, no one could have used the stairs, no one else came

up in the lift,

so, one of those six people killed Lisa Moore.

RICHARD: Okay, things that don't make sense.

Why a speargun?

It's not the easiest weapon to get

in and out of a room, is it?

And why was a "Cleaning in Progress" label left on

the handle of the room?

Can't that just have been a mistake?

-Yeah.

A bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

Why not?

I don't believe in coincidences.

These are the names of the wedding party.

I'd like you to get on to DCI Roy

Halliwell back in London.

Tell him I'd consider it a personal favour

if he'd run them through the computer,

see what he can dig up.

Thanks, Fidel. So, what are we doing?

Right. Yes, well, I think first we should go and

talk to the family.

RICHARD: We're very sorry for your loss,

but we have a few questions we need to ask.

Well, surely you're not saying that any of us

are under suspicion?

At this stage, we're simply trying to establish all

the facts of the case.

Do you know anyone who would want to

harm your daughter?

It was obviously a madman or a disgruntled

hotel employee.

Nonetheless, in order to do our job,

we need to establish where everyone was at the time of

your daughter's death.

Of course, we'll do

everything we can to help.

So, Mr Watson.

Yeah, well, we just all came back up

to change after the wedding.

May I take your leis?

Can I offer you a cocktail?

Thank you.

RICHARD: And where were you, Mrs Watson?

I was out on the balcony.

Did you see your daughter fall from the balcony next door?

She's not her daughter.

-I am, though. -MIKE: Sally, please, not now.

Lisa's mother died when she was young.

When I met Diana, she already had Sally.

So, Lisa was your stepdaughter.

When I saw her

lying on the rocks like that, I...

I started to scream and I couldn't stop.

-Yes, sir.

I was making cocktails when I heard Mrs Watson.

I believe Mr Watson came from the bedroom

as I came from the kitchen.

Darren, this is the police.

If you're not up to it,

then I am sure that they will understand...

Look, this is a complete waste of time. We were all in

our rooms, okay?

Sweetheart, please...

Dad, they're just going to go around one by one.

I was in my room. Adam was in his room.

Darren...

I don't know, but you should be out there

looking for Lisa's killer, not just standing

around here chatting.

SALLY: Well, answer it.

I'm sorry.

MAN: Adam, are you there? ADAM: Hang on.

Sally's right. I was in my room.

We were all in our rooms.

I've got to take this.

-Yeah.

Yeah, Lisa said she was going to go

for a drink with her dad

and I was going to change my shirt

and join them.

That's when it happened.

-It's Lisa! Come down!

RICHARD: So, you were all in your rooms?

It would seem so.

Does anyone know why Mrs Moore went into Suite 502?

Or know how she got into the room?

Have any of you taken a hotel diving lesson?

Yes. Lisa did.

Just Lisa?

Yeah. Why?

Thank you for your time. Our condolences for your loss.

So it turns out the victim went diving with

Stefan after all.

Yes, well done for that.

Ah, DCI Halliwell.

Hello, this is police officer Fidel Best here

calling from Honore Police Station

in Sainte-Marie.

It's an island in the Caribbean.

Now, DI Richard Poole asked us to call you...

Well, of course, sir. It's just gone 6:00 p.m.

Margaret?

The hotel manager says you are the maid

who cleaned the VIP suites this afternoon?

Did you see anything out of place

at all or odd,

-Mmm-mmm.

Then perhaps you can tell us why you left a "Cleaning

in Progress" label

on the door of Suite 502.

Oh, I must've forgotten to take it off.

So, you've been cleaning the rooms

on this floor

since the wedding party arrived?

Is there anything at all you think we should know?

Well, there was one thing.

I had just finished my work and I went back to Room 502.

I opened the door and that's when she came out.

-Oh, no.

Please? Please, I'll be really quick.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

So, you let her in?

Look, please don't tell anyone.

I've been in trouble before.

It's the butler on that floor, William,

he's always on my case.

Your secret's safe with us.

It's just he's so stiff and uptight.

You have no idea what it's like

working for someone like that.

So, why did Lisa want to go into Suite 502, do you think?

Well, she was excited, you know.

If you ask me, she was meeting someone.

Are you sure?

I've worked in hotels a long time.

I know the look.

So, in lieu of any kind of database, if we wish to

coordinate the case,

we're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Suspect, means, motive

and opportunity. Now, as far as I can see,

anyone on the fifth floor could have killed Lisa,

then got back to their room unseen before Diana

started screaming.

They all had opportunity.

Um, but not the parents, though.

They'd have had to get past William in the kitchen

You see, William, was whizzing up

a cocktail in the blender.

He'd have had his back to the door. It would've

been noisy as hell.

I'm sure either Mike or Diana could have

slipped out and back unnoticed

if they were daring enough. No,

they all remain as suspects.

So, means.

I guess any one of them could have stolen

the speargun from the hotel.

Good.

It's motive. That's what we're missing.

Who'd want Lisa dead on her wedding day?

And who'd want to kill her with a speargun?

-Well... -Yes!

-None of them. -Oh, that's very helpful,

thank you.

No, but this is the thing.

I can't see any parent wanting to kill their daughter on

her wedding day.

Diana's only her stepmother. Remember that.

But even so. And Darren,

he just married Lisa.

What kind of person would kill their wife only minutes

after marrying her?

Uh, a murderer?

He's right, Chief. Who'd kill a bride?

One of this lot! Okay?

And it's our job to find them and bring them to justice.

Now, leads. Come on, what have we got?

Oh, gosh, still me, is it? Okay,

right, look, how about this?

The maid said that Lisa was meeting

someone in Suite 502. Who?

Anyone?

Adam could be the obvious choice,

as she was whispering to him in the lift.

But Lisa can't have known that a maid was going to leave

a spare suite free

at that exact moment, so how did she

arrange a meeting?

Did she have a mobile phone on her

when she was killed?

No, sir.

Why not use the phone in the suite?

Okay, so she uses an internal phone

to make the call and then?

Her murderer arrives.

But who?

Have we heard back from DCI Halliwell?

He said he'd ring back. When the office opened.

Hmm.

Oh, it's late. Maybe we should pick up again in the morning.

Thanks, Chief.

You know, back in London, we'd have a second team,

working throughout the night,

getting exclusion prints from all the suspects and...

That's what we need but, um...

...it's not what we've got, is it?

You've got me, sir.

Yeah, I know, Fidel.

Go home. We'll start again tomorrow.

If we're looking for motive, it has to be love. Or hate.

It's a crime passionnel. A woman killed on

her wedding day?

You know, that "Cleaning in Progress" label on the room's

still bothering me.

Because it's a mad, passionate wreckless crime.

As clerical errors go, it's inexcusable.

Look, can we please forget about the label?

You don't make sense to me.

You know, one thing's always puzzled me about weddings.

Just one?

You know, the whole bride throwing the bouquet thing,

I just don't get it.

What's to get?

She just throws a bouquet, whoever catches it...

Yeah. No, I understand the mechanics,

it's just, who'd come up with a system of matrimony

based on the random distribution of flowers?

Okay, so the murderer, you know who I think did it?

-The butler, of course.

It's always the butler.

But how did William kill her and why? How does he

benefit from her death?

He only met Lisa for the first time

three days ago,

what possible motive could he have to kill her?

You don't really do banter, do you?

Well, I appreciate the gesture,

but there's no way this is going to be

a decent cup of tea.

Look.

French.

Why did you bring him here?

I'm so sorry, I would of course love... Uh...

Madame Bordey, how do you do? Thank you so much for the tea.

Uh, sorry, Camille, would you pass the sugar?

Actually it's fine. I'll do that.

Um, wow! Fantastic! Oh, look at that.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Ah!

Delicious. Ah!

Doesn't your mother dance?

Not like that.

-Come on. -No, no, no, I'm fine.

-Come on! -No,

no, I'm enjoying my beverage.

Shoo.

Shoo! Shoo!

RICHARD: Hello?

Anyone?

He's asleep.

How do you explain being asleep on the job?

You said you needed a second crime scene team working

through the night.

Well, Fidel took you at your word.

Going back to the hotel and fingerprinting everyone

who could have touched the speargun.

-Ah! Well, that's, uh... -And dusting

the murder weapon.

Getting eight clear prints from it.

And he's identified every last one of them.

You're kidding me. How?

No. Fidel, you're a genius! Thank you!

Then whose fingerprints were on the speargun?

Well, that's the thing, sir.

All eight prints on the speargun

belong to the same person.

Who?

Stefan, sir. The diving instructor.

Where exactly were you when Lisa was

killed yesterday?

I was off in the groves collecting driftwood to carve.

-No, I was on my own.

So, you don't have an alibi for the time of Lisa's murder.

Why were only your fingerprints

on the murder weapon?

Well, the speargun was stolen from my diving...

You're missing the point, Stefan.

The only fingerprints we found on the murder

weapon were yours.

No one else touched it.

This is crazy. I met her once. What reason could

I have to kill her?

CAMILLE: If it was Stefan,

how did he get himself and his speargun

up to the fifth floor?

And like he said, why would he kill a bride

he'd only met once?

Ah! Thank you. Look, Stefan's involved,

you mark my words.

We just have to find out how.

The autopsy report's in.

The bolt ruptured Lisa's heart. She was dead before

she hit the rocks.

-This letter. -Ah!

Now, I want you two to watch Stefan.

See if he has any contact with anyone

in the wedding party.

Uh, looks like you were right, Dwayne.

Just before she was killed, Lisa made a phone call from

the murder room.

Who did she call?

Room 503.

Adam Fairs.

Okay, what now?

Oh, just a few more questions, Mr Fairs.

We've seen the CCTV footage from the lift,

just after the wedding...

What was Lisa whispering to you

as you returned to your rooms?

I don't remember any, uh, whispering.

But you were planning to meet her in secret.

What?

Lisa rang your room shortly after the ceremony.

No.

Are you denying that Lisa phoned your room just

before she was killed?

Well, if she did, I didn't hear it.

Were you having an affair?

What?

She just married my best mate, what's wrong with you people?

Would you rather we show the CCTV footage

to your best mate?

See what he thinks about it?

You can do what you like.

Okay.

Four, three, two...

Wait!

Okay, all right, I was...

I was arranging to meet with Lisa.

So, why were you arranging to meet her in secret?

I, uh, wanted to borrow some money and, uh,

her stepmum's a control freak

and Darren had already warned me off, so...

we had to do it without any of them knowing.

That's what she was telling me in the lift,

that she'd meet me when she could get away,

but it never happened.

-I've got a car business,

but I need to find 50 grand by the end of the month or...

Or what?

I won't have a car business.

And where did you think she was going to get that

kind of money from?

Lis? She's loaded.

-Or at least her

mum was loaded.

When she died, she left it all

in trust to Lisa.

And when did Lisa get control of the trust fund?

Well, that's just it. Her parents

always controlled it.

She inherited everything on her wedding day.

Looks like we have our motive. Money.

But for whom? The parents who

lost everything,

the best man about to lose his business

or the new husband?

Who gets her cash now she's dead?

We're sorry to intrude, but we need to ask

a few more questions.

We'll do anything we can to help.

Thank you.

Can I ask, was your wife going to lend Adam Fairs

the money he needed?

-You've been speaking to Adam.

RICHARD: He'd asked to borrow £50,000, hadn't he?

Don't worry,

she wasn't going to lend it to him.

We... We argued about it the night before the wedding.

You know, I've known Adam

since I was a kid.

He's a great guy but you don't lend him money, not if you

want to see it again.

Everybody gets written off, don't they,

if they don't have any money?

-No. -God forbid have to

work for a living.

Sally. This is neither the time nor place.

But that's all we talk about.

Lisa and her money and her beauty, oh!

And her wedding goes without a hitch.

And now she's dead, she's all we're ever going to talk

about, isn't she?

And we're going to get older and she's going to stay

young and perfect.

And married.

MIKE: Sally!

I'm sorry, Darren, but I still need to ask.

In the event of Lisa's death, do you inherit her fortune?

Dwayne, why did you tell the chief

I worked through the night

on my own?

Don't you want to be in with him?

Of course, yes, but it's not true.

It was you and me, Dwayne. We did it all together.

I don't understand. Why don't you want

your boss to know?

Once they know you're willing to help...

Um, Stefan, he's over there.

I know.

Sally's right, you know.

Lisa's money, it distorts

everything in this family.

It's why we signed this.

-It's a prenuptial agreement.

We signed it the night before our wedding.

If Lisa and I were to divorce or if she died,

even if she left me for another man,

it makes no difference,

I get nothing.

When my wife died, I lost everything. And I'm not

talking about money.

Why don't you talk them through it, Diana?

I don't know what he's talking about.

-It was our idea. -Yes,

and we did the right thing.

And don't you judge us.

Darren's reputation is that he beds any girl with a pulse.

We had to make sure that he wasn't

after Lisa's money.

So we merely suggested...

We didn't just suggest, we got our lawyers to

draw up a contract.

Didn't we, dear?

FIDEL: Does Stefan only teach women in bikinis?

I hope so.

You know, if it had been up to Lisa,

she would have given every penny

of her money away.

She was scared it was going to

come between us.

Hmm.

So, with the prenuptial agreement

in place,

the next of kin would be... -It's what Lisa wanted.

Excuse me?

-Oh, she hasn't signed it. -But we watched her.

In the signature box she's written,

"I'm not signing this, Darren.

"When are you going to get it? I love you till

death do us part."

I think you've just inherited your wife's fortune after all.

So you've been manipulating us from the start?

-No, I... -Liar!

-He's tricked us. -Diana, not here, not now.

Terrified of losing their lifestyle,

Mr and Mrs Watson murdered their daughter

to steal her inheritance.

Realising she'd failed to sign the prenuptial.

So, it's Darren who inherits after all.

This is a major breakthrough. The money, the contract...

Yeah, but why kill Lisa on her wedding day?

Why not wait

I understand the bride and groom had an argument the

night before the wedding?

I bet nothing happens on this floor

you don't know about.

Now you come to mention it, I think I did

hear raised voices.

And did you hear what the argument was about?

It was, uh...

...difficult to make out, but I think it may have been

something to do with Margaret, the maid, sir.

It wasn't very clear, but I'm sure I heard her name.

Hmm.

What was it Diana said? "Darren beds any

girl with a pulse"?

Is that what you're suggesting, that Darren and

Margaret were...

I wouldn't know, sir.

RICHARD: Isn't anyone in this family

honest about anything?

Sex and money. The root of all evil.

You must think we're a right bunch.

Families are notoriously, uh, complicated.

Could I ask you something?

Sally said that Lisa's wedding had gone off without a hitch,

with the emphasis on the word "Lisa's".

Just an odd phrase, no?

What exactly did she mean by it?

About a year ago, Sally got engaged to a...

Well, Diana reckoned he was after the family money.

I'm ashamed to say, we offered him

money to disappear.

I did it expecting him to refuse,

to prove to Diana that it wasn't true.

CAMILLE: But he took it?

So, you used Lisa's money to drive her

sister's fiance away?

-Diana couldn't

wait to tell her.

Truth is she's never forgiven us.

Okay, so yesterday, I asked for motive.

Mike and Diana.

Mmm, I don't believe it was the father,

but the wife,

she's obsessed with money that she lost control of

the moment Lisa got married.

Ah, but what if Darren knew she hadn't signed the prenup?

Actually, that's my own personal...

Then maybe it's something to do with the

argument he and Lisa had

-Brought it all

the way from England.

Hmm, what about Adam?

He needs Lisa's money. What if she

refused to help him?

Which only leaves us Sally, who doesn't have

the motive of money.

-Any of these... -But if we're looking for

a desperate and sick murderer,

who better than the jilted stepsister, who waits until

Lisa's wedding day

and then strikes?

Mind you, don't forget about Stefan.

This isn't working.

-Stefan... -Yes,

Stefan has to be involved.

It's the only thing that explains the speargun.

...he likes the ladies but...

Honore Police Station.

He didn't go anywhere near the wedding party.

Hmm. Sorry, do you mind?

It's the hotel. There's been another murder.

Can we have some light, please?

An English bride is killed on her wedding day.

Then the maid that cleaned the room

is herself killed. Why?

Margaret said something about having been

in trouble before.

Is that right? What sort of

trouble had she been in?

Well, it was never proven, but at one time

William suspected

that Margaret was using spare VIP suites

for romantic assignations.

Hmm, of course.

And he thought that she used the "Cleaning in

Progress" label

on the door as a sign for the person she was meeting.

Do you think she was using the room

to have sex with guests?

I don't know. These are just

William's suspicions.

Margaret was very popular and I never

found any evidence.

Darren?

What are you doing?

How quickly do those lift doors open?

Uh, pretty quickly.

Could you open Suite 502, please?

MARGARET: I'd just finished my work

and I went back to Room 502.

I opened the door and that's when she came out.

Margaret! Margaret!

And now the phone rings.

-It's Lisa!

Come down!

WILLIAM: I was making cocktails

when I heard Mrs Watson.

ADAM: All right, I was... I was arranging

to meet with Lisa.

STEFAN: This is crazy! I met her once. What reason could

I have to kill her?

MIKE: I'm ashamed to say we offered him money...

DARREN: We argued about it the night before the wedding.

Ah!

I want you to gather everyone, Stefan included.

Where?

The veranda to begin with, I think.

In precisely 11 minutes.

You're coming with us.

No.

Uh, there's been another murder.

The maid, Margaret, who cleaned the room

where the murder took place.

She's been found dead. Strangled.

Well, surely you're not suggesting...

First, let's return to the death

of Lisa Moore.

Adam, you wanted to borrow money from her.

-Yeah, but I didn't know if she was...

-Ah... Well, I do.

She was going to give you every penny you needed.

Darren here told her it was a bad idea

and she was wise enough to keep the whole enterprise

a secret from her parents, particularly her stepmother.

But I think as Lisa came into her money

when she married,

she couldn't wait finally to show who was boss.

She'd already said that she'd meet you

when she got the chance.

That's what she was telling me in the lift,

that she'd call when she could get away,

but it never happened.

So, when she came across an empty room,

it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Yeah, but how do you know it was me

she wanted to meet?

Because just before Lisa was killed,

a call was placed from the suite she was in to yours.

-But... -I know.

A phone call you say you never got.

-I-I... -Yeah, that puzzled me, too.

Then I remembered, you didn't tell us

where you were, Sally did.

Look, I was in my room. Adam was in his room.

Darren...

I don't know, but you should be out there

looking for Lisa's killer, not just standing

around here chatting.

RICHARD: And having done so, she then apologised.

Well, answer it! I'm sorry.

I thought at the time she was apologising to

the room in general,

but she was actually just apologising to you.

'Cause she'd just lied about your whereabouts.

Why would she lie about his whereabouts?

Because Adam was in Sally's room.

CAMILLE: I saw you, Adam, comforting Sally by the pool.

You're lovers, aren't you?

And Adam wasn't allowed to tell anyone

under any circumstances.

Well, how do you know all this?

Because the last time Sally was in a relationship,

engaged to be married,

you thought her fiance was a gold-digger

and offered him money to leave.

What would you have thought of Sally's

relationship with Adam,

because he really needs money?

-But if these two were together...

-RICHARD: Precisely.

If Sally and Adam were together, then they have

an alibi after all.

And as Mr and Mrs Watson and William

were all in their suite,

that leaves only you without an alibi.

You've already admitted you argued with Lisa the night

before you got married.

-Yes. -You said it was about

lending money to Adam Fairs.

CAMILLE: Or was it something else?

What?

Are your philandering days really over, Mr Moore?

Yes!

When I met Lisa, there never was anyone else.

There never will be anyone else.

Ah! Stefan!

Now we're all here, perhaps you'd like to

join me in Suite 502.

Please, enough of this. Who killed my daughter?

Your daughter was killed by the only person here

with the means, motive and opportunity.

Mrs Watson,

if you were on your balcony, as you said you were,

looking at the view, when your

stepdaughter was killed...

-But I was. -Did you have your

back to the room?

I don't know, I mean, I...

Maybe.

Then you couldn't have seen who came or went from the

room, could you?

Um... No, I suppose not.

So, that leaves you, Mr Watson. You claimed you

were in your bedroom.

Huh? Well, yes, I was.

William, you tell him. You were there.

You were in the kitchen.

You would have seen me if I'd left the suite.

RICHARD: But would he?

You see, this is what I

finally realised.

You know, we've been

looking at this case

the wrong way round from the start.

'Cause when you flip everything,

then and only then

does it make sense.

Starting with the ending and working back

to the beginning.

I mean, um, take the alibis.

William says that he can alibi you, that he didn't see

you leave the suite,

well, fair enough, maybe he didn't.

But, um, whether or not he can alibi you,

in what way can you alibi him?

That's right, isn't it, William?

You murdered Lisa and then you

murdered Margaret the maid.

I'm sorry, sir?

We've always presumed this case

was about Lisa,

because, well, it's impossible to ignore the drama of a bride

killed on her wedding day, but this has

never been about Lisa.

This has always been about you and your

obsession with Margaret.

She even told us as much when we interviewed her.

The butler on that floor, William,

he's always on my case.

But Margaret already had a boyfriend, didn't she?

That's why when she was given a lucky rose from

a bride's bouquet,

she kept it.

And the man Margaret was in love with

was you, Stefan, wasn't it?

Margaret was the girlfriend you referred to.

I'm sorry for your loss.

So, you, William,

decided if you couldn't have Margaret to yourself,

that you'd kill her and frame her

boyfriend for her murder,

which finally answers the question,

"Why a speargun?" Because it's the one thing

that would incriminate Stefan.

It's the advantage of your job,

isn't it?

That you're essentially invisible.

And you're always wearing white gloves, so you never

leave any fingerprints.

You knew the significance of Margaret's

"Cleaning in Progress" label,

so why did you say that you didn't?

There's is a "Cleaning in Progress"

label here.

-I wouldn't know, sir.

RICHARD: When everyone returned

from the wedding,

you saw Margaret and her calling card

and put your plan into action.

I think you offered to make cocktails 'cause you knew

it would involve

an unholy amount of noise from a blender.

The only problem being that although Margaret was

planning to use this room,

-Lisa got here first. -Margaret! Margaret!

-Oh, no, I can't.

Please, I won't be long.

Thank you so much.

With the blender providing you with an alibi,

you took the speargun from the room,

left the suite

and headed across the hallway and used your key to enter.

Which is why I wanted you all up here

in the room where Lisa was murdered at 15:10,

the exact time she was killed,

because there's one thing I've noticed

about the Caribbean.

It's sunny, isn't it?

And when William came in here to commit murder,

he was running from a dark corridor

to a room lit by the blinding Caribbean sun!

William didn't see who was on the balcony.

He just saw a figure and fired,

didn't you?

You are mistaken, sir.

It was a crime passionnel,

as Camille said all along, of love and of hate.

Not of Lisa.

Of Margaret.

You dropped the speargun, then you returned

to the kitchen...

switching off the blender...

...just in time to re-emerge the concerned hotel employee

a few seconds later.

If you'd left it with Lisa's murder, I...

I don't see how we could have caught you.

But once you killed Margaret, I finally understood.

And the fact that you strangled her,

it could only be a murder driven by rage.

CAMILLE: You are not the perfect butler

you claim to be.

Your calm facade is just that, a facade.

Because there's a passion in your heart,

isn't there, William?

And like all uptight men, when you release

that pent-up passion,

-Camille, um...

Why isn't the world ordered like you'd wish it?

Why doesn't it understand you?

Why don't women want you

They've never wanted you.

Are you okay?

Thanks.

Read him his rights and dump him in the cells.

Good work, team.

So, I solved the case, then.

-Like I said,

the butler did it.

-Oh. -Oh, stop being so grumpy.

I'm not grumpy.

Okay.

Prove it! What are you doing?

We're on duty!

But we've just caught a double murderer.

Come on in!

What about sharks?

It's about six inches of water.

Oh, I'll just step on a sea urchin or something.

We're in one of the most beautiful spots

on God's Earth!

Come on! Take those shoes off!

Yeah, but those crime reports won't write themselves,

will they?

I'd better get on with, um...

Yeah. See you tomorrow. Uh,