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In the name of Sevis Lwa, I command the spirit Bondye.

Speak to me!

There's truth in the bones!

Evil

is coming.

A scarred man.

Look, he's a killer.

He's killed before.

He will silence me.

Assassin!

I am to be murdered.

I am to be murdered. Murdered.

CAMILLE: I understand.

Okay, no one is to touch anything.

I want the room locked until we get there.

Have we got any ice cubes?

-To go in front of the fans.

Basically, they're just pushing

warm air around.

Coming.

-We should go. -Oh, yep.

Good, good.

What's going on?

A body has been found.

-Notre Dame School.

The school's closed, but I've left

a message for the Headmaster.

-I don't know.

He must have gone out.

Signs of rictus.

Blood around the lips.

She's been poisoned.

WOMAN: I am to be murdered.

I am to be murdered.

Ah, Dr Hudson. My old school science teacher.

The years have improved him, if anything.

So what was she drinking?

Rum.

So what's an old lady doing drinking rum

in a school classroom?

Who was she drinking with, and where's the bottle?

Well, sir, if Mr Dunham hasn't changed,

there might be one here.

-The school headmaster.

And he used to take a quick shot while we were

writing up notes.

He thought we didn't see him. Here it is.

-Yes, sir.

And if you want to commit the perfect murder,

you can't do better than a school science lab.

The poison's in that cupboard there.

And reference books and equipment here

for mixing up recipes.

So that's how you spend your time

in school, is it, Fidel?

Planning the perfect murder?

Quite right, too.

So, what happened here?

She was murdered.

You can have a point for stating the blindingly

obvious, Dwayne,

but I think in order to bring someone to justice,

we may need a little more.

She was murdered by a scarred man,

who's killed before and wanted to silence her.

Voodoo?

She said it, Chief, I swear.

And this was last night?

After you'd been drinking?

I wasn't the only one there.

She said she'd be murdered, and that she saw

it in the bones.

Well, that'll be a first. A victim that actually

predicted her own murder.

Well, you know, there's more to

life than life.

That doesn't even mean anything.

-Just what I told you.

That she'd be killed by a scarred man?

MAN: Would someone tell me what's going on?

I'm Nicholas Dunham, the headmaster here.

Good morning, Fidel.

Good morning, sir.

Angelique Morel.

She was...is my mother-in-law.

I'm widowed now but...

Do we know how she died?

-Well, we're really just beginning...

-She's been poisoned.

What?

Is this your rum?

It's usually in my desk drawer.

Did you drink any of it with Angelique this morning?

Don't be absurd.

Well, it seems she was drinking

with someone.

Well, she came to see me earlier.

We talked briefly and then I left.

And when I did, that bottle was most definitely

still in my desk.

No, sorry, sir. Not you, sir, but that sir,

This glass, I can smell almonds.

Do you keep cyanide in your poisons cupboard?

Yes.

But all dangerous chemicals and poisons

are kept under lock and key, here,

away from the children.

RICHARD: How many keys are there?

NICHOLAS: Just the one.

Mine. So, um...

as you'll see,

all the chemicals are here.

And yes, here's the cyanide.

Don't touch, if you don't mind.

Dwayne, bag this bottle of cyanide,

will you?

Sir.

There's no way that Angelique could've been poisoned

with that cyanide.

Well, let's find out, shall we?

After all, this is a school science lab,

you're a scientist.

I'm sure you've heard of the Prussian blue Test.

Of course.

Then perhaps you can find me the necessary chemicals.

Prussian blue is a colour discovered in the 18th century

and you only get it when you mix three...

So who else has been in the school today?

Uh, Molly Kerr, my secretary.

Tom Hilton, the school handyman,

and Father Charles Dean.

We first add iron sulphate...

-Father Charles.

-We need to talk to them all. -Of course.

Because if there's any cyanide present...

Mmm-hmm.

...once we add the nitric acid,

the liquid will turn...

Prussian blue.

There was cyanide in this glass,

Headmaster.

Any idea how that might have happened?

Angelique just wanted to borrow some books from me.

Something to do with herbal remedies.

CAMILLE: Did you know she practised voodoo?

Yes, well, we rarely discussed it,

this is a Roman Catholic school,

after all.

CAMILLE: How long did you talk to her for?

Ten minutes, no longer.

Then I left her to it and went off to

run some errands.

You left her alone in your classroom?

Well, I didn't know she was about to be murdered, did I?

And these errands, what were they?

Well...

I went to buy some fruit from the market.

-Well, I'd just arrived there

when I got Molly's message to come back.

-Yes, Headmaster.

-Oh, Molly Kerr. -Sorry...

I've been the Headmaster's secretary

for 20 years.

Did you see Angelique at all today,

Miss Kerr?

Oh, yes, I let her in.

I took her straight to the Headmaster's classroom,

just as she requested.

Then I went back to the office.

Which is where I was 20 minutes later

when Father Charles came to tell me

he found her body.

So that's when I rang for an ambulance

and called the police.

I hope I did the right thing.

No, it's a very thorough account.

Thank you.

So Angelique arrived just after 10:30.

The Headmaster said he'd left her by 10:45

and she was found dead by 11:00.

It has to be the Headmaster.

-He's got a scar. -Oh, don't do this.

-But the prophecy... -All right, that's enough.

No one's to mention this prophecy again,

do you hear me?

We're detectives.

We deal in physical evidence and forensic science.

We do not stick pins into dolls and dance naked

around a campfire.

-Now, that I'd like to see. -Yeah, well,

it's not going to happen.

-But it came true. -No, it didn't!

The reason Angelique Morel is dead

will contain means, motive and opportunity,

will have a killer who wanted her dead

and it will contain scientific fact and evidence

that will conform to known precedence.

It will not, I repeat,

not have anything to do with spirits or crystal balls.

Is that perfectly understood?

Nobody, and I mean nobody, is to mention that word again.

-Voodoo.

Oh.

You can't come here and dismiss a whole religion.

Creole beliefs have been part of the island for

hundreds of years.

So were cholera and TB. And the French.

But you managed to get rid of them in the end.

-I'm half-French. -There's no such

thing as half-French.

I want full statements detailing

where everybody was

between 10:30 and 11:30 this morning.

And the Headmaster told us he went to the market,

so find out if anybody saw him there.

What about Father Charles? He found the body.

No.

First, I want to see what kind of woman

predicts her own murder.

That's not strictly correct procedure.

Never had you down as a stickler, Camille.

Definitely the Headmaster.

-Hell yes. -Hmm.

The Headmaster has a link to the victim, he has access to

the poison cupboard,

it was his room and he seems to be the only one with

the opportunity.

Exactly. It's too easy.

Oh! Oh, that's what this is about,

isn't it?

You don't like things to be easy,

do you?

You want them to be difficult so we can all see

how brilliant you are.

I'm sorry, but when even

the murder victim

gives me a description of the killer,

and all the evidence also points at him, I feel like I'm

being manipulated.

So, you ignore the truth?

I don't know what the truth is yet.

Nicholas Dunham is a killer.

You can't possibly know that.

-Intuition. -Oh, great.

Why don't we just go the whole hog,

you know?

I'll take my clothes off, you light the fire.

He's English. -Good grief.

-Yeah.

Is that a lizard? Don't get any ideas.

Was that your stomach?

RICHARD: Hmm.

Why would Angelique go to the school

for a book on herbal remedies

when she's got her own library?

This must be Angelique's daughter,

Delilah.

Nicholas's dead wife.

These are pretty hardcore.

CAMILLE: It's so sad.

Camille?

She hated Nicholas Dunham enough

to burn his photograph.

-Exactly.

-Then we need to talk to him again.

-Nope.

Now we talk to Father Charles.

He found the body, Camille. It's correct procedure.

You'll appreciate that.

FIDEL: I'll come with you.

DWAYNE: No, you stay here and process the evidence.

And make a start lifting the fingerprints.

I'll go down to the market and see if anyone remembers

seeing the Headmaster.

Then I suppose I better get after Tom Hilton.

Why do I always have to stay here while you run

around having fun?

Because I'm the only person around here that looks this

cool on a bike.

Father Charles?

Yes.

I presume you want to ask me about Angelique.

Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

We understand you found the body

of Angelique Morel.

Yes, poor woman,

but she was old and I think it's no secret

to say her health was deteriorating.

You believe she died of natural causes?

-She was poisoned.

Well, we're still trying to establish the...

Can you tell us your movements today?

Well, I was in my office this morning

writing a sermon

and I sometimes join the Headmaster for coffee,

so just before 11:00 I headed

towards his classroom.

Did you see anyone else?

I passed Tom Hilton, the caretaker,

in the top corridor.

Morning, Father.

But when I got to the Headmaster's classroom...

Yes?

Well, that's when I saw the body

just lying there.

I didn't know what to do,

so I went and told Molly at once

that I'd found the body.

If you passed the caretaker in the corridor,

did you see where he was coming from?

No.

Could he have been coming from the science room?

I suppose so.

How well did you know Angelique, Father?

I think you can say we moved in different circles.

But you knew she was Mr Dunham's mother

Yes.

-Yes.

His wife passed some while ago.

Do you know how she died?

Yes, I believe it was suicide.

Very sad.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

FIDEL: Sure.

And we're going to need a preliminary autopsy report

as soon as you've got it, okay?

Thank you.

Well, if I'm not arrested, then this is kidnapping.

Tom, how are you doing?

Fidel!

-Boy, you've done some growing.

-Yes, sir.

You hear that? "Sir." That's respect.

Which you might have had, if you'd gone to school.

I went to school. Sometimes.

-They've gone

back to Notre Dame.

Fidel, he dragged me out of Juliana's.

Still half a drink on the bar.

Well, you shouldn't go running off,

should you?

That I'm allowed a phone call.

And a beer.

-No.

How can you say that?

Because I have never at any time

while I've been with you

Okay, first, Angelique must have known her killer.

-Agreed. -Secondly,

to predict her own murder,

she either managed to be in contact with

the spirit world...

Or?

Or she feared her life was in danger somehow

and this was her way of telling us.

Thank you, finally a sensible explanation. Yep, of course.

And thirdly, we should speak to my mother.

Okay, now you've lost me.

I'm pretty sure she knew Angelique.

CATHERINE: You must have heard the story?

-It was a huge scandal.

Nicholas Dunham found out his wife

Delilah was having an affair.

I think you need to hear this.

Must be 15 years ago now.

Nicholas discovered the affair and confronted her.

He begged her not to leave.

And did she?

No one knows what really happened, but Delilah was

such a sweet girl.

People say she was torn between

Nicholas and her lover,

both pulling her in different directions,

until she couldn't cope any more.

Then one night, she went for

a walk across the cliffs

and threw herself into the sea.

-No.

-Sorry.

Was that your stomach again?

Well, there's only so much mango and sweet

potato a man can eat.

Can I cook you something?

Squid

I'm fine, thanks.

-CATHERINE: Poor Angelique. -Dwayne saw her last night.

He said she predicted her own murder.

-RICHARD: Please.

CATHERINE: You don't believe?

What, in people foretelling the future

using chicken bones?

I'm more Church of England, really.

-Mmm.

Almost certainly.

Do you know anything about voodoo?

Yes.

It's all witch doctors and wild hair. You know,

sort of staring eyes.

It was born from slavery and colonisation,

but based on Christianity.

In voodoo, the prayers are Catholic. They even worship

the Catholic saints.

Papa Legba holding the keys to the afterlife,

only because St Peter does.

Well, there you are. You learn

something new every day.

Thanks for your help.

Come on, Camille, lots to do.

-Bye, Mama. -Bye.

RICHARD: Oh!

Delilah Dunham's lover, did you know who he was?

Yes, his name was Charlie Dean.

RICHARD: So Father Charles was having

an affair with Delilah.

I wonder why he didn't tell us that?

So, if her body was never found,

wouldn't it be natural for Angelique to think

that her daughter was maybe murdered?

You mean by Nicholas? Hmm. Well, that would explain why

she was burning photographs of him.

And what if she could prove it, finally?

And she went to see him today to accuse him of murder?

-Oh, that's why she made the prophecy.

-Go on.

It was her insurance policy.

If he killed her next, we were to look

for a scarred man

who might have tried to silence her.

It's Nicholas. He's our killer.

Camille,

see if you can find the file on the disappearance

of Delilah Dunham.

Who are you?

Uh, that's Tom Hilton, Chief. The school caretaker.

-Afternoon. -He's sitting in my chair.

It's hot.

Oh, really? Take him to an interview room.

Thanks. Oh, any news on the autopsy?

It's scheduled for 5:00 this afternoon. They'll send

a preliminary report.

Background checks on the staff?

All clean, except Tom in there.

He's been arrested for almost everything.

-No, sir.

Just theft, drunken behaviour,

receiving stolen goods, driving without a licence

and goat rustling.

Go and take his statement, would you?

Concentrate on who he saw at the school this morning,

-particularly around the science lab.

-Yes, sir.

Chief, I asked around the market

and no one remembers Mr Dunham being there at any

time this morning.

He's a well-known figure.

If he was there like he said he was,

someone should have seen him.

So he lied about his movements.

Oh, and look, my mother was right.

Delilah's body was never found.

Print it out, would you? Fidel.

-Very strict, sir.

When he passed you in the corridor,

it was stand up straight, hands behind your back.

Pompous, stickler. Always had to

have the last word.

He loved putting people in detention.

He is a killer.

Let's bring him in.

Mr Dunham

We've got a few questions we'd like to ask you.

No, I wouldn't.

Well, we're asking politely, but we can do

this the hard way.

NICHOLAS: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.

If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.

In that case, I'm arresting you for the murder of

Angelique Morel.

-You do not have

to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

NICHOLAS: You're making a serious mistake, young lady.

I'm innocent. Now, take these things off.

Don't you know who I am?

What?

I was hoping to make it a bit less official.

He wasn't cooperating.

It's a good job you're not armed.

You'll regret this, young lady.

I believe I'm allowed a phone call.

FIDEL: Okay, well, thank you.

That was the pathologist.

The preliminary report's in

and Angelique definitely died of cyanide poisoning.

We've got the right man.

Can you prove to me that Nicholas

killed Angelique Morel

without using the words "scarred man" or "voodoo"?

Okay, what evidence did you recover

from the scene?

Cyanide.

What are these?

DWAYNE: Fidel found them in the bin by

the door of the lab.

Shard of glass from the sink in the lab.

If you wanted to kill someone, would you really do it in

your place of work?

The thought's crossed my mind.

Nicholas may well not have been

honest with us,

which is why I was happy to bring him in.

But is he really stupid enough to carry out a murder

in his own classroom using poison from a cupboard

only he has a key to?

No, he isn't.

I've just got a phone call from Nicholas Dunham

saying that you've just arrested him for murder.

Please tell me that isn't true.

He carries a lot of influence on this island.

I hope any case you have against him

is completely watertight?

The investigation's ongoing, sir.

You weren't at the market.

We've asked. No one remembers seeing you.

That's because I wasn't there.

-Yes.

And I'll show the Commissioner where I was.

Thank you. RICHARD: If you were here,

why did you lie?

What I was doing here was illegal.

And if you want you can re-arrest me for theft,

but my duty's to my community.

And I'll help them in whatever way I can.

What on earth were you doing in a nunnery that

could count as theft?

It's not a nunnery.

NICHOLAS: Continuez, mes enfants.

It's an orphanage.

Now, the school board paid for some new computers.

But the old ones work perfectly well,

it's an over-indulgence.

So you brought the new ones here instead?

Yes, though Tom did most of the donkey work.

What time was Angelique killed, Camille?

Just before 11:00, sir.

I'm sure the sisters will confirm that I was here

at least 10 minutes before that.

In time for morning tea.

So to be clear, you weren't about

at the time of the murder

because you were doing charity work in an orphanage,

surrounded by nuns.

Yes.

That was humiliating.

CAMILLE: I'm sorry, sir. Arresting

Nicholas was my idea.

He brought it on himself by lying about where he was.

He's a very difficult man. He likes to play games.

I suggest you try not to get on

the wrong side of him.

I was the investigating officer

for his wife's disappearance many years ago.

You concluded it was suicide?

We had little choice, the body was never found.

You knew about the affair with Charles Dean?

She vanished into thin air.

I even dug up Nicholas Dunham's patio.

He was building it just after his wife disappeared.

It's all in the file.

In the end, the only thing that made sense

was that she carried out a threat and threw

herself into the sea.

DWAYNE: So what was this headmaster like

when you was there?

FIDEL: Mr Dunham?

He was okay one minute, but then he

could turn, you know?

I remember I got a new pair of football boots.

It was my birthday, 14, I think.

I shined those boots.

I don't think I've ever been so proud of

anything in my entire life.

When we had our first school match,

Mr Dunham came into the dressing room

and he saw

everyone gathered around admiring my new boots.

Mr Dunham told me that I was being boastful

and that was a bad thing.

And so he took my boots away from me.

-No. -Yeah.

It's a shame we won't be locking him up

any time soon.

Seems his alibi checked out.

And get this, he was with a bunch of nuns.

-I know.

Don't ask.

Why didn't you tell us about your relationship

with Delilah Dunham, Father?

That was 15 years ago now.

Delilah was a keen cyclist.

I was a younger member of the staff.

One day I was at a junction in my car and she slammed

into me and she...

and she broke her arm in two places.

I visited her in hospital as often as I could

and we started having an affair.

When did her husband find out?

Oh, she couldn't bear the deception.

So one night she told him

that she was leaving him and he was heartbroken.

Well, of course, I mean, he had every right to be.

He begged her to stay and I am ashamed to say

that I put so much pressure on her, I told her she

had to leave him.

I gave her no way out.

Before she disappeared,

-No.

She did say at one point that she felt

like ending it all.

You believe she committed suicide?

The day after she vanished,

I resigned my post and joined the seminary.

Now my life is my penance.

Mmm. Your friendship with Nicholas Dunham.

Isn't that a bit odd?

We made our peace a long time ago.

He was destroyed by losing her.

We both were.

Did Angelique believe that Nicholas killed her daughter?

-Yes. Yes, she made no secret about it.

Can I ask why?

Nicholas is no killer.

Ah, yes, of course.

The school priest, you hear the Headmaster's confession,

don't you?

I couldn't possibly say.

-What a sad story. -I know.

You know, I'm surprised they had to

dig up Nicholas's patio.

-It would have fallen apart anyway.

Got a copy of his building supplies

in the original file.

He's got the ratio wrong, see?

Too much lime, not enough sand and cement.

-Thank you.

I know. He may be a scientist,

but he knows next to nothing about grouting.

-What's that got

to do with this?

Well, he could have just taken us

to the orphanage, couldn't he?

Or phoned a solicitor or a lawyer

like a normal person, but no.

Nicholas wanted us humiliated.

Why

But he's got an alibi for the time of the murder.

What's he frightened of?

What if he really is the murderer?

Oh, great. So when I think Nicholas

is guilty and arrest him,

you're not interested.

But the moment he proves he's innocent, suddenly you're

convinced he's guilty?

-Yes.

You are the most annoying man I've ever met.

-Well, it's a very small island.

Right.

I need a hardware store with a pet section,

if possible.

Excuse me?

Our headmaster's not the only one

who can play games.

CAMILLE: Okay, Fidel, I'll pass it on.

What about Tom Hilton's statement?

Okay.

Okay, thanks.

You know, of all the things I thought we might need to

solve this case,

a fish tank was not one of them.

Who was that?

Fidel has finished dusting the available

evidence for prints...

Hang on, don't tell me.

The cyanide bottle from Nicholas's cupboard was

covered in fingerprints

but only Nicholas's, the same is true

of the rum bottle

and one of the shot glasses,

the other had both his and Angelique's

fingerprints on. Step back.

-Yeah, of course.

There's no surprise in everything pointing towards

Nicholas Dunham

being the killer, it's been that

way from the start.

What about Tom Hilton, what did he say

in his interview?

That he heard and saw nothing.

But he reckons he saw Angelique alive in

Nicholas's classroom

after Nicholas left for the orphanage.

How very convenient for Nicholas.

-I'm hoping this

fish tank will tell us.

-Gin and tonic. -Thank you.

I'm trying to work here, so you can stop

looking at me like that.

You look like

my mother.

That is exactly how my mother looks at me.

Yes, I'm taking my vitamins.

Yes, I'm wrapping up warm.

Look, Mum, I'm fine.

It's not as if I'm on the other side

of the...

Oh, God, I'm on the other

side of the world.

Oh, there's my car. Yeah, I'm late for work.

What if there's been a murder or...

Yeah, got to go.

Yep, sure, yep, yep, till next time.

Bye.

I heard voices. You're early.

Don't you get hot at night, wearing all that?

Yes.

Then you should sleep naked.

I do.

Oh.

Shouldn't your lizard be on the inside?

-Oh.

It's a cyanoacrylate fumigation tank.

Oh, funny. Because it looks like

a light bulb in a fish tank to me.

That's where you're wrong. Because it's a light bulb

in a fish tank with super glue,

or cyanoacrylate, to give it its proper name.

Still looks like a light bulb in a fish tank.

The light bulb heats the foil, which heats the super glue,

which evaporates. And here's the clever bit,

once it becomes a gas, the fumes will only stick

to the fatty acids, amino acids

and proteins

that you find in fingerprints.

-Allowing you to

reveal fingerprints

on difficult surfaces such as

the inside of latex gloves.

Fidel,

there are prints on the fingertips

of these gloves.

-Yes, sir.

Okay.

So our headmaster has an alibi that includes

orphans and nuns.

We have a heartbroken priest,

a caretaker with criminal tendencies

and a school secretary whose loyalty knows no bounds.

Yes, and don't forget the voodoo...

And then there's Delilah.

The daughter, wife and lover who vanished into thin air.

And everything always leads back to our headmaster.

Do we arrest him again?

His call to the Commissioner was to intimidate us,

to get us to back off.

So...

So let's show him it hasn't worked.

RICHARD: Ah, yes, the patio.

Hello?

NICHOLAS: What are you doing here?

RICHARD: We have some more questions.

You dare to come here after yesterday?

I'm intrigued you never felt the need to mention your

wife's disappearance.

That was 15 years ago, I don't see how it's relevant.

Surely we should be the judge of that?

We spoke to Father Charles yesterday.

He told us what happened.

Oh, but you already knew that, didn't you?

It's very hot, isn't it?

Perhaps Miss Kerr could bring us

some refreshments.

Lemonade would be fine.

-Uh, Molly and I... -No need to explain.

Really.

You have a beautiful view here.

Yes, I have.

-No.

Oh.

-But it says in your file... -No, the patio I built

when my wife disappeared was, as you know,

dug up by the police shortly afterwards

and they found nothing.

So tell me, when you were ordering

the building supplies...

Don't play games with me, Inspector.

I think you'll find I'm slightly

better at them than you are.

-Lemonade. -Thank you, Miss Kerr.

Thank you.

Why did Angelique come and see you yesterday?

I told you, to borrow some books.

We didn't find any reference books

out in the classroom.

Then she must have put them away.

Or any evidence to suggest you're telling the truth.

I beg your pardon?

Angelique believed you murdered her daughter,

didn't she?

Yes, the ramblings of a mad old woman,

no one took her seriously.

You believe your wife committed suicide?

Obvious to anyone with half a brain,

I would have thought.

We've been to Angelique Morel's

house now.

We know exactly what she thought of you.

Yes, somehow her popping by to borrow a book

and share a glass of rum just doesn't ring true.

So we're going to be asking you the same questions

over and over again

until you tell us the truth.

Very well.

She visited me yesterday to accuse me of murder,

of killing my wife.

The spirits have spoken! Murderer! Murderer!

NICHOLAS: She said I had to confess

or I'd have a voodoo curse put on me that I'd never

be able to break.

NICHOLAS: Enough! I will not let you speak to me like this.

-Confess! -Vieille folle!

You lost your temper with her?

I'm a headmaster, it was in my own school.

I think that should afford me some respect, don't you?

-Mmm-hmm.

-I've no idea.

Then what about evidence?

Did she have any proof to back up her claims?

Of course she didn't.

My Nicholas couldn't hurt anyone.

He's not a killer.

RICHARD: What are we missing?

CATHERINE: He doesn't look very happy. CAMILLE: The case

isn't going very well.

I'm not invisible, you know.

I can hear you. Actually, maybe that's the problem.

I'm invisible.

Why can't we find a motive? It shouldn't be hard.

An old woman's killed. Who benefits?

There's got to be...

There's something we're not getting,

you know? There's some key,

which if we could only identify, it would unlock

the whole case,

I'm sure of it. You know what my

father used to say?

Oh, please let it not be homespun in any way.

If you can't find the right answer,

you've probably been asking the wrong question.

It's as if all the wonders of the universe

were suddenly revealed.

Is he really not eating?

I haven't seen him eat since he got here.

Of course I eat, it's just there's a lot of Caribbean

food in the Caribbean.

You can't solve crime on an empty stomach.

Fine, then I'll, you know...

-Rum, lime and ice.

I hate lime!

Oh, oh. Nobody move.

But how can we...

Of course.

Sir, I have...

I have the results on the latex gloves

I found in the bin.

I already know who was wearing them.

-But I haven't told you yet. -I know, you don't need to.

Oh, you know who the murderer is?

Gather everyone in Nicholas's classroom.

Oh, and the Commissioner.

He's going to want to see this.

Good work, team!

And thanks, Catherine, your father was

right after all.

The rum cocktail was the answer.

I've just been asking the wrong question.

RICHARD: This case has been

impossible from the start.

A voodoo prediction that couldn't be true,

evidence that pointed at only one man

and all this time, this nagging sense

that I was missing something.

Tom, my team have never believed you were

a credible murder suspect

and they were right.

You may have stolen a few computers for charity,

-No.

Any more than you did, Father Charles. I mean,

you discovered the body.

But you're not a murderer, either.

But you did give us one crucial

piece of information.

It's no secret to say her health was deteriorating.

Because you talked about Angelique as though she

were already dying,

plenty of evidence of which can be found at her house.

RICHARD: These are pretty hardcore.

Isn't that right, Father?

I can't break the seal of the confessional.

She came to confession?

She's dead, Father. You'll be helping

catch her killer.

She had severe heart disease and the way she put it,

she said she was dying of a broken heart.

So when I found the body, I just thought

she'd had a coronary.

But when you told me

-that she was murdered... -This was no coronary.

The pathologist's report is clear.

Angelique died from a fatal dose of cyanide.

Which leaves us only two suspects.

Let's take a moment to consider

Angelique's voodoo prophecy.

Oh, you don't believe that claptrap,

do you?

The warning clearly pointed the finger

of suspicion at you, Nicholas,

the scarred man.

And it's obvious, isn't it, when you think about it.

I mean, this is your classroom,

your poisons,

only you could have killed her.

But you know where I was.

The dream alibi? Orphans and nuns, no less.

You could have killed her before you left,

then begged Tom

to lie about seeing her alone.

'Cause that's what you do, isn't it,

Headmaster?

You demand the loyalty and the respect of others.

-Just a minute... -RICHARD: Then it struck me.

Everything about Angelique's death

was carefully constructed

to frame you for her murder.

You've been set up, Mr Dunham, from the start.

You didn't kill Angelique Morel.

And seeing as we know Tom didn't kill her

and Father Charles didn't kill her

and now you didn't kill her,

that only leaves you, Miss Kerr,

the perfect secretary.

The person who's always there to pick up the pieces.

I'm pretty sure you could have acquired

the key to the poison cupboard any time you wanted.

And you knew where he kept his stash of rum.

But why

And there we have it again. Why?

Don't worry, Miss Kerr.

You didn't kill Angelique any more

than the other three did.

Then who?

RICHARD: The voodoo prophecy was the key after all.

There's only one way that Angelique

could have known

she'd be murdered within 24 hours

of her prophecy

and that all the evidence would point to Mr Dunham.

Clever, isn't it

Camille?

She killed herself

to frame Nicholas for her murder

from beyond the grave.

It's like Father Charles said, Angelique knew she was dying.

At least this way, her death would

have some meaning.

She knew Dwayne was a police officer

and she knew that when she made

a prediction...

A scarred man.

...she was telling the police who to suspect.

Yes, but luckily I didn't fall for it.

But seeing as she couldn't get into the poisons cupboard,

how did she get hold of the cyanide

that killed her?

Oh, and you were right, Headmaster,

about there being no poisons missing from the cupboard.

You see, she brought her own.

Angelique studied herbal remedies. There wasn't

a plant on the island

she didn't know and understand the properties of,

including one specific variety found at her house.

Cassava. Which if you boil and drain off the liquid...

Gives you cyanide.

Her plan was simple. She laced her own

rum with cyanide,

then replaced the bottle back in the drawer,

knowing that Nicholas's fingerprints

would be on everything.

That's why we found a shard of glass in the sink,

because that's how she disposed

of the vial.

Can you prove any of this?

Fidel found some latex gloves in the waste bin there

with only Angelique's fingerprints inside them,

isn't that right, Fidel?

Yes, sir.

RICHARD: So, with the scene set to look like murder,

all she had to do now was provide a corpse.

Her own.

Then Angelique wasn't murdered.

No, her death was tragic. Criminal intent.

It was suicide, that's all.

Poor woman.

So, that's it, is that what you're saying?

-Absolutely.

You're free to go, thank you for

your cooperation.

No, thank you, Detective Inspector,

thank you for your discretion.

Apart from you, Headmaster, I'm arresting you for murder.

You just said that she committed suicide.

Not of Angelique. Of your wife, Delilah.

But you can't possibly...

Angelique believed you'd murdered her daughter.

Angelique was mad, raving.

Driven mad, perhaps, 'cause she knew you'd

killed her daughter

but could never prove it.

But I'm innocent. Take these damn things off!

Leave the poor man alone. He went through

this 15 years ago.

You'll never be able to prove anybody killed

that stupid woman.

Ah, but that's just the thing. I can.

You see, anybody can commit murder.

Murder's the easy part.

It's how to dispose of the body.

That's where most murderers fail,

how they get caught.

The breakthrough came when I was

drinking a local cocktail,

it was just rum, lime and ice but it tasted

like paint stripper.

Maybe the recipe was wrong,

but how can it be? The ingredients are so simple.

Just as they were

of that patio you built all those years ago.

You see, sand and cement, they were fine,

but there was something you'd ordered much too much of,

wasn't there?

Lime.

So what did you do with all those kilograms of

lime you had spare?

It's a powdered alkaline metal,

isn't it?

If you add water to it, you get calcium hydroxide,

better known as slaked lime or quick lime.

And quick lime is capable of dissolving

the flesh off human bones

in a matter of days.

No, I return to my original question. How do you

dispose of a human body?

Well, if you're a science teacher,

a headmaster who demands loyalty,

demands respect,

someone who likes humiliating police officers

in front of their superiors, then maybe you

don't dispose of it.

Maybe you display it, pride of place,

in your classroom.

You've been teaching in this room, gloating over her

for the last 15 years.

-But I didn't kill her. -Lies!

Molly... Molly, believe me.

I'm going to make a prophecy now, like poor,

sweet, deluded Angelique.

But mine will come true, because it's not

based on faith,

it's based on your subject, science.

Look, Father, I'm sorry to do this to you,

but all those years ago,

when Delilah had her bicycle accident,

she broke her arm in two places.

Do you remember which bones?

It was the humerus and the radius.

RICHARD: Angelique hoped

that her death would put her daughter's

killer behind bars

and here's my prediction, it will.

Because we'll be able to use Angelique's DNA

to prove that these

are the mortal remains of her daughter Delilah.

I told you she'd never leave me for you.

All right, that's enough!

Fidel, perhaps you'd like to take

Mr Dunham into detention.

-Yes, sir.

Well, the prophecy was right in one respect.

The truth was in the bones after all.

So, seeing as you're now into prophecies,

how about I make one I know will come true?

RICHARD: Go on.

If I ask you out for a drink with me and the team tonight,

you'll refuse to come.

Well, you're wrong, I'd love to do that.

Unfortunately, I've got an errand

to run, you know.

Sorry, and dinner to prepare,

so maybe we could all do something

together some other time.

DWAYNE: Hey, what's up?

Poor Angelique.

That she'd do that.

She got her man in the end, though.

Yeah.

I suppose we should be grateful we got to

the bottom of her prophecy.

It just wasn't true.

But she couldn't have known the truth

was in the bones, could she?

So where did that bit come from?

It's just a phrase.

What's that?

Here, go ahead, open it.

Go on.

When you have your baby,

he's going to need a pair of football boots.

Thank you, Dwayne.

Or little girl, whatever you're going to have.

Point being,

whenever they need some boots, they've got some.

And they're brand new.

Then how about this one?

If eight out of 10 cats have a preference,

can't one lizard?

CAMILLE: Ah.

So that's what you meant when you said you

had dinner to prepare?

You know I said I never know what you're thinking?

-Yeah. -I know what you're thinking.

You haven't the first idea.

-Yes.

My mother's cooking you dinner tonight,

to celebrate catching Delilah's killer,

for which there's a lot of people on this island

who are grateful.

So she says you can't refuse, as she's preparing

you an English feast

of roast beef...

Hang on, I wrote it down, um...

Yorkshire pudding,

roast potatoes and horseradish sauce?

You had me at roast beef.

Oh!

CHARLES: So lucky. RICHARD: That's amazing, look.