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-Come on, the Reds! -Come on, Izzy! That's it.

-Stick together. -Come on, Izzy! Come on!

-This is ridiculous! -Oh, come on, sis!

When I said Caribbean, you didn't really think

you'd get me on a beach, did you?

-That's it, come on! -We're not done.

That's it, go, go, go, sisters. You're almost there!

-Come on, that's brilliant! -Well done.

-Come on, Izzy! -Come on!

-Push him! Just push him! -Come on!

Oh, referee! You can't push...

-That's it! -Oh!

Come on! That's it, go!

-Go, go! -BOTH: Whoo!

BILL: Right, listen up, everybody.

We're going to have one last exercise

to finish the day.

Sorry. -Ah, Izzy. She's here.

-Okay. The conch game. -The conch game.

You choose someone,

you look them in the eye and you can say

anything at all.

-One condition!

It must include "I like."

-Stuart, you start.

Okay.

-Izzy. My sweetheart. -Aw!

I like the way you look in combats.

-ALL: Aw! -That's nice.

Um...

Oh, dear.

I like the way you keep our company going.

-Hear, hear. -I wouldn't know

what we'd do without you.

-Oh, thank you.

Hear, hear.

Dom...

I like the way that you've managed to fit in.

It can't have been easy.

Hmm.

-Um...

-Ms Burgess... -Oh!

I mean, um...

Annette. I, um...

I like the way that even though you're the boss,

you still get stuck in like everyone else.

-Ah!

And I like the way that my bed is calling me.

-Sorry, but I'm going

to call it a night,

but you're all doing really, really well.

Night.

-Night. -Good night, Annette.

I've left your drinks in the fridge.

After the day you've had, I think you all deserve

a treat before lights out.

-Just a small one. -Down the hatch.

Help!

-Stuart! -Bill, Sandra's not

in her shack!

-SANDRA: Over here!

It's this way.

I've got you now. I've got you.

Don't worry, we're going to support you.

-Sandra, give me your hand!

Come on, I've got you.

I got lost. I needed the loo.

I lost my torch.

-Oh, my God, Sandra! -We really should play safe.

Er... Go get Annette. She needs to see a doctor.

There's a first-aid kit in my Jeep.

-I'm such an idiot.

I'm so sorry.

-No, don't be silly. -Annette!

Annette!

Right, a birthday present for my dad.

Personalised cufflinks, personalised golf clubs,

personalised fishing rod... Personalised fish?

That can't be right.

Oh, what do you think?

-Yes.

I don't know. He's your dad.

Eh, no, no, no.

This is one of the most oxygen-producing plants

on Earth.

It increases brainpower by up to 30%. Proven fact.

Yes? Well, take your proven fact and move it to your side

of the office.

-Please. -FLORENCE: Come on.

He must have a hobby.

Travel, cinema... Sports?

Hobby, yeah. Yes. No!

-He's 70.

One! 71. No, two, two. 72.

No, one. 71. Yes, definitely 71.

I think.

Oh, no! No, no, no. No way.

-Apparently, it boosts your brainpower by 30%.

-Exactly.

I'm not sitting next to no hedge, man.

JP: It's not a hedge. It's a shrub.

A Dracaena fragrans "Massangeana."

Hello? Saint Marie police station.

-I don't want it. -But I can't...

-I'll put it somewhere central.

-Right, we'll be right there.

Thank you.

-I'm allergic to hedges, man. -Uh, thank you.

-Take it outside. -That way.

Thank you!

Right, we have a dead body waiting for us.

Inland.

Saint Vincent National Park, let's go.

GOODMAN: Single shot, close range, very efficient.

Rigor mortis has set in, so time of death

could be anything between 11:00 p.m. and 3:00 a.m.

-Annette Burgess, 52. -CEO of It's-so-good.co.uk.

-Yeah, it's an online

ethical travel agent's.

Small, but very boutique, very chic.

They sell holidays for, you know, young professionals,

young families.

How do you call these women?

Ah, jolie maman. Have children, don't work,

go to the gym...

Ah, yes, yummy mummies. So, what were they

all doing here?

Outdoor team-building, run by a Bill Williams.

He was the one who made the call.

Oh, yeah, I know Williams.

He has a business running these corporate getaways.

He's one of those types who spends a long and lonely

life looking for themselves

and end up in the middle of the Caribbean adorned

in a ghastly flowery shirt.

Hey, I wasn't talking about you, you know, Chief.

Argh! It's easier to get into Fort Knox than this.

Right!

Not much of a bleed, I must say. Murder weapon?

Not at the scene. But Williams owns a gun, which he keeps

locked in a chest.

And it went missing last night.

Bullet penetrated both the covers

and the nightdress.

You think she was shot in her sleep?

Yes, certainly seems that way, except...

Earplugs.

Eye mask. Untouched.

Why would she bring them all this way

and then not bother to use them?

Yeah, but if she was awake, there's no sign of struggle

anywhere.

Hmm. Was anything taken?

Only her mobile phone, her PA says.

Diamond earrings still in her suitcase.

Seems an awful lot of trouble to go to

just for a mobile phone.

Ah, whisky!

One shot missing. One glass.

This is clean. Lab, please.

-Oh, God. -DWAYNE: Yes!

-This must be good for you. -Yes!

I did it, Chief! Let's hope it was

worth it, yeah?

Padded envelope?

Sticky tape?

Why would anyone put sticky tape in an envelope

in a safe?

Sir? I have finished with everyone's fingerprints.

They're ready for you now.

Excellent. All yours, gentlemen.

Ah, good morning.

Um, I'm Detective Inspector Goodman.

Uh, I'd just like to put some names to faces.

Oops, sorry.

Stuart Howe, head of development.

This is Izzy Cartwright, head of operations,

also Annette's sister,

so she's had quite a shock.

IZZY: I'm okay.

I'm... I'm very sorry for your loss.

Sandra Kendrick, Ms Burgess's PA.

Dominic Claydon, um...

Senior account executive.

-Call me Bill.

Uh, right. Bill.

I understand that you keep your gun locked in a chest

in your Jeep?

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, so could you explain exactly when you noticed

that your gun was missing?

Well, it was a nightmare, middle of a bloody storm.

The signal on my phone just went.

You see, I was already taking Ms Kendrick into town

to see the doctor

and that's when Ms Cartwright discovered the body.

So, I ran to my Jeep, and the bloody thing

just conked out on me.

And that's when I discovered that the chest had

been broken into.

Took me, oh, best part of three hours

to jolt it back to life.

You see, that's why it took so long to,

er, get to a phone.

To call you.

Hang on. Uh, did nobody else here

have a mobile phone?

No. We had to leave them at Gatwick. In left luggage.

Annette wanted us totally focused on the job

in hand, no distractions.

The only reason I was allowed a laptop was to take notes,

as it were.

DOMINIC: It's nothing she wouldn't have

expected of herself.

I mean, she was like that, all or nothing...

Yes, it's interesting you say that, Mr Claydon,

because, um...

Ms Burgess did, in fact, keep her mobile phone,

didn't she?

-Yet you said it was missing. -SANDRA: Yes.

I wasn't supposed to tell anyone.

Yes. Right, uh...

So, you all arrived, uh, Saturday morning, um,

Gatwick via Orlando?

Annette didn't get here till night.

She missed her connection.

-No, no, she went first class.

She didn't say anything, she just...

Got delayed.

I'm sorry. It's been such a shock.

Yes, of course.

And so she excused herself at, um...

-Yes, yes, yes.

Well, the rest of us, we had a quick drink here.

About an hour later, I went in to see her,

just to discuss the programme for the coming day,

and when I turned in at 11:00 p.m.,

everybody's lights were out.

Hmm.

And that was the last time any of you heard

or saw of her

until you, Ms Cartwright, found her at 5:30?

Okay. So, if you all wouldn't mind taking me through

your exact movements

between 10:30 p.m. and 5:30 a.m.

I dropped like a stone, I'm afraid.

Totally shattered because of the day we'd had.

I see.

Uh, I was asleep, too. All the time.

-And me. Yeah. -Me, too. As of 11:00.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Yes. Of course.

Until the storm woke me up. Um... 4:30.

-Mmm.

Yes, and none of you heard a shot

Unusual noises?

-Oh, it was some thunder. -Mmm.

And that was the thing, see? When I went to get her,

I thought maybe she didn't hear anything

because of the earplugs.

-Yes, she always slept

in them.

And an eye mask.

She couldn't turn off otherwise.

Her mind was very active.

What do you think, then

Yes, well, I very much doubt that.

Yeah, there were no signs of a struggle.

Nothing valuable was taken.

The only thing missing is the phone, which suggests

that whoever has taken it

did so for a very specific reason.

You think that it was someone she knew?

Hang on. Are you suggesting it was one of us?

Okay, thank you.

So, all indications are she was shot in her sleep.

Yet we know she never goes to sleep without

her eye mask or earplugs,

which she didn't have on.

Maybe she was exhausted like the rest of them.

And then there's the envelope with the tape in the safe.

What's all that about?

Take a look at this.

Bus ticket into town, yesterday morning, 8:35.

Strange to be popping out in the middle

of intense team-building.

Let's look into that. Exclusion fingerprints?

Well, this glass is clean, but even if she drank

straight from the bottle,

it wouldn't show.

-Apparently, she had no fingerprints.

The paramedics, they say they heard of a similar case in...

Oh, yes! Switzerland.

Adermatoglyphia. A condition in which

one has no fingerprints.

We file that under "Strange, but true,"

although my all-time favourite is trimethylaminuria,

otherwise known as fish odour syndrome.

Substances in the sufferer's blood, excreted through

bodily fluids, smell of...

-Yeah, we get it, fish. -Yes.

Still, no fingerprints, wow!

Right. First things first. JP and Dwayne, murder weapon.

Scour this place.

Also take a look at Williams's Jeep,

see if there's any evidence of recent breakdown.

That was, after all, three hours it took him

to call us.

Yes, Chief.

Florence, let's get our hands on Stuart Howe's laptop

and let's request the call log of Annette's mobile.

One thing is for sure.

This place is miles from anywhere

and in the middle of rough terrain.

Whoever did it, it was someone in this camp.

Yes, well, they've certainly cornered the ethical

millionaire market.

Yoga retreats in southern Spain,

eco-camping in the Andes...

Oh.

Breastfeeding breaks in the Himalayas.

Still, great website. Bespoke, stylish, individual.

And last valued at £116 million.

GOODMAN: So, we have...

Annette Burgess, 52, inspirational entrepreneuress.

At least, that's what she calls herself.

Yes, a sort of Alan Sugar with lipstick.

Proper alpha female. Runs a tight ship,

by the sounds of it.

Sandra Kendrick, her PA.

She's 55, single, been with the company

since the beginning.

Looks a bit, how shall I say, fragile.

And there's Izzy, Annette's sister.

The beta to Annette's alpha. Not quite so glamorous.

Divorced, three kids, but engaged to Stuart Howe.

Engaged? Isn't that a bit close for comfort

in such a small company?

Now, here's an interesting one, Dominic Claydon.

Bit of a wallflower.

Well, he's only been with the company four months.

No track record in the field.

And he's already a senior account executive?

He's listed on the website as a creator and head

of It's-so-bad.co.uk.

It's an offshoot of It's-so-good,

but dedicated to more hedonistic pursuits. Um...

Fetish weekends in Marrakech,

reckless skiing in the Dolomites.

"It's So Good", "It's So Bad". It's all very clever.

And we have Bill Williams.

GOODMAN: Ah, yes, the man who lost three hours.

Dwayne had a look at his Jeep, the oil pipe has been

recently fixed.

He was telling the truth about that.

He runs team-building courses and conflict resolution

workshops

under the name of Williams Enterprises.

He's moved around quite a bit and he came here from...

Hampshire.

It's "sher," not shire. "Hamp-sher."

-Well done. Yeah.

Anyway. No one has alibis.

Or, indeed, motives, though I do have to say,

Florence,

this woman was somewhat of a despot.

Pushes everyone else to their limits while

she keeps her mobile phone

Oh, no.

Shouldn't you answer that?

Hmm? No. They'll call back, uh, I'm sure.

Any the wiser as to why she was delayed in Orlando?

Apparently, she just showed up in a taxi

12 hours later than expected.

Well, that's as good a place to start as any.

I want us to dig out everything we can

about Annette Burgess.

You don't get that successful without having

a few skeletons in your closet.

Right. All done there.

How you getting on?

Well, I'm just sitting there thinking about the best way

to approach this.

And this is something you'll learn in time.

The secret of a good search is all in the planning.

I mean, take a look at this place.

There's a hell of a lot of mileage to cover here,

you know?

There's the different terrain, the vegetation,

and let's not forget, we've just had a heavy storm.

I mean, this is going to take a carefully thought-out

strategy, you know?

Or you could just start looking.

Start looking? Listen.

That attitude is going to get you nowhere

in a real hurry, you know?

You have to have a master plan.

Otherwise, it's a total waste of manpower,

time and resources.

Look, this is something you'll learn with the benefit

of hindsight and experience.

Look what I just found.

No one does Muzak better than the Americans.

Right. Annette Burgess, born 1963 in Mansfield...

Ah, Mansfield, home to the king

of rock and roll.

-No, Alvin Stardust.

Although, to be precise, he was actually born

in Muswell Hill

and brought up in Mansfield...

English cultural icon?

♪ Ah, coo-coo, choo ♪

Bernard... Never mind, as you were.

Thank you.

Moved to London in 1983...

Ah, ah, it's ringing. Yes, hello, hello?

Um, as I explained to your colleague...

Mmm, what?

Oh, uh, Annette Burgess. Phoenix 056 from Orlando.

Yes.

What?

Yes, I'll hold. -DWAYNE: Chief!

-Oh, my... -JP: Oh, yes.

-Oh, yes.

-Oh, yes, but not just.

-Dominic Claydon.

-Just arrived.

Now, I took the liberty of widening out the search.

He's been to prison.

Four months in HMP Telbridge in Birmingham

for drug-related theft.

Hmm. Troubled background. Adopted as a baby,

adoption failed.

Ended up in a Barnardo's care home in Nottingham.

Excluded from school, failed his GCSEs,

in and out of rehab.

Hang on, Mansfield's in Nottinghamshire.

When was he born?

-1983. -So they both come

from the same place

and the year he's born, she leaves for London.

Let's get their medical records.

Why... Why would I hurt her?

She believed in me, she helped me turn

my life around.

She may have, but it wasn't because of your brilliantly

creative mind, was it?

You were born in Nottinghamshire, June 1983.

Princess Alexandra's Hospital.

And from Annette's medical records,

we discover she was also at Princess Alexandra's Hospital

at that time.

Maternity ward.

She was your mother, wasn't she?

When I was inside.

I... I hit rock bottom.

I thought if maybe I could find my birth mother, I...

I couldn't believe it when I found out who she was.

I read all these interviews where she said

that she couldn't have kids.

I was just too scared to approach her, so...

I got a job as a temp in her company.

I worked my socks off just learning the ropes until...

I finally plucked up the courage.

-You could say that again.

She made me take a DNA test immediately.

When it came back positive, she...

She just panicked.

Well, Progressive Businesswoman of the Year.

Ethical Website of the Year. She is the brand!

If people knew that she was hiding her son

away somewhere,

-they'd think she was a complete fraud.

-Not necessarily.

You've no idea.

It's So Bad in exchange for my silence.

It'd be my project to manage, to own.

So it was her idea, not yours?

She said that if she told everyone it was my idea,

that it would...

It would explain my new-found status.

She said, "It's just to buy some time, trust me, I'll..."

"I'll tell everyone on the next trip."

-I do not want to talk about it.

-Please, Annette!

Why won't you tell them that you...

What's the big deal?

You were young, you... You had no choice.

This is not the right time.

DOMINIC: Then it clicked. It was never going

to be the right time.

She just... She just couldn't bear the thought

of other people knowing.

I trusted her.

She just didn't want me.

I knew Bill had a gun.

When he brought us over here from the airport

in his Jeep, I saw it.

Breaking locks was no big deal for me.

I just...

I just killed my own mother!

What have I... What have I done?

What have I done?

Yes, aye!

-And that is case closed! -And in record time, too.

Brainpower. Told you.

Tragic, really. All his life, he looked

for one person's approval.

-Then he ended up killing... -No, it doesn't fit.

-Oh, come on, Chief!

Surely we're allowed to solve a case quickly

at least once in a blue moon?

-Uh...

Maybe she just lost it earlier in the day and didn't mention.

And what about the eye mask and the earplugs?

She never went to sleep without them.

The envelope, the sticky tape in the safe.

Why were they there?

Sir, with respect, this is getting silly.

We have a suspect with motive, opportunity and means

who has just confessed.

-Hmm.

There's just no pleasing some people.

Well, I, for one, am going for a well-earned drink.

You coming?

Ah, bonjour, Cessay! Um... You go on ahead.

I won't be long.

Spoken like a true man.

-Oh! Lord, no.

-Uh, well, um, I... Well...

We're just best kept apart.

For everyone's sake. On either side of the planet.

You know, I suppose a small drink is in order

since we've cracked a case.

Do you think, maybe, if the case is closed,

you have more time to answer calls,

rather than screen them?

I just want to go back in. Back in!

-I think you've had quite enough, my dear.

Come on, madame, I'll take you back

to the camp.

If I could just have another wee drink.

Don't think that's such a good idea.

She was my sister! My sister!

WOMAN: I know, darling, I know.

Yeah, but why? Just tell me why!

Maybe someone should go and get Stuart.

-No! -Ow!

-I'm sorry! -It's all right.

You seem like such a nice man.

I never really knew her. I never really knew her.

Okay, okay. Why don't I take over here?

I think someone needs a big drink.

-Yes. -Come on, my dear.

-Morning, all! -Morning, sir.

DWAYNE: Yeah, morning. FLORENCE: Morning.

Now, I was thinking... Maybe you were right.

Maybe I just wasn't accepting that once in a blue moon,

a case presents itself.

It may seem, uh, bewildering, flummoxing,

impossible, but then this...

Uh, big, gigantic, over-knotted,

messy, uh, knot

just sorts of, well, unknots itself.

-He doesn't get hangovers. -Mmm, figures.

So, seeing as that's happened, we now have time

for other things.

-Team-building! Follow me.

-This way!

Okay, Dwayne, you stand here and we'll all stand

behind you.

-Transference, that's what.

He can't accept that we solved the case.

Or there's something else he's trying to avoid.

Now, come on, this is serious, okay?

You close your eyes, and when you're ready,

you fall back and we will catch you.

-Now, now. Trust!

Okay, everyone? Ready, brace yourselves.

-When you're ready, Dwayne.

-No, no, no. I just don't think...

-I'll get it! -I'll get it!

-No! -It might be important.

Now, look, this is ever so simple.

I stand here, thus.

-You stand here, thus. Have your arms ready, thus.

-Er, Chief...

Now, now, there's no time for thinking,

and now is the time for being, being in the moment.

I close my eyes, thus.

And as I fall, you two...

GOODMAN: Ow!

That was the pathologist. Post-mortem's just been done.

And the cause of death, it wasn't shooting.

It was asphyxiation! She was already dead.

I knew it. I knew it!

Ow! Ow!

Great.

Right. "Cause of death, lack of blood supply

to the brain,

"consistent with suffocation.

"Fibres from a cushion found in mouth.

"Estimated time of death between 11:00 pm

and midnight."

That doesn't make any sense.

On the contrary, Dwayne, at last something makes sense.

It's all change.

Right. See, all this still stands.

But we have been investigating the wrong murder,

thinking she was shot in her sleep.

The real murder was the one that happened

some three hours before,

when she was suffocated with a cushion

before being put to bed by the first killer

to make it look like she was asleep,

thus paving the way for the second killer, Dom.

-She was dead already.

-She was killed twice.

And that's one hell of an achievement,

being hated that much.

Well, that explains the earplugs and the eye mask.

-Mmm. -She was awake when

the first killer came in.

Yes, but we're still none the wiser as to the envelope

and the sticky tape.

Why were they locked in the safe?

And the whereabouts of her phone.

Crazy. Extraordinary. Right. Where were we?

Fingerprints!

Well, the only prints that were in the shack

were Sandra Kendrick's and Bill Williams'.

So, unless it was one of them, the real killer could've

worn gloves.

-We'll resume all these.

And financial checks, too.

-I've requested call logs.

Texts will take longer to retrieve.

And we still have her bus ticket into town.

We know she went into town, but we don't know why.

So that is your first point of call.

What was she looking for

I should get back to my friends in US Immigration,

see if we can find out why she was held up

in Orlando,

right after I work out what to do with Mr Claydon.

Um, I suppose we release him on bail?

But he shot her. He killed her!

I know she was dead already, but it's, uh...

Highly unusual, Dwayne, I accept.

But in this instance, I suppose all we can

charge him with is attempted murder,

not actual murder.

So, he gets off?

Well, he won't get off scot-free, but he certainly

won't go down for life.

You know, with a good barrister,

probably only talking a few years.

Suppose my father had a point, after all.

Justice is like true love.

Doesn't really exist.

I killed her! I definitely killed her.

I did!

I know you meant to, but I'm afraid to say

somebody beat you to it.

I don't understand.

I know. I'm trying to get my head around it as well.

Look, once bail terms are set, you can be released

pending further investigation.

We'll, of course, hang on to your passport.

Who?

Who did it?

That's what I intend to find out.

Sorry, excuse me, madame, uh, have you seen

this woman before?

-No.

-None whatsoever.

I mean, half of these people weren't even there on the day.

Can't complain, though.

I mean, after all, you took all the bars.

-You really didn't have to do that, you know.

-Eh. No problem, JP.

So, did you find anything?

You know that Bertrand from La Couronne?

Boy, he's a tough nut to crack, you know.

It's like getting blood out of a stone.

Just as well I've got that personal touch.

Really loosens their tongue, you know.

-DWAYNE: Big.

Williams was crazy loud, ranting and raving

down the phone,

kicking and screaming. Everybody was looking!

GOODMAN: And we're sure it was Annette Burgess?

Not unless there's another Ms Burgess he

was really hacked off with.

Excellent work, Dwayne. You and JP stay in town, find out

where she went from there.

Yeah, I'm on it, Chief.

-While we pay the man from Hamp...

-Shire.

...a little visit.

JP!

24... 26...

30...

28.

No 28.

No 28.

I'm going to take a look round the back.

I got more info. Get this. Bill Williams

was an investment banker.

He got fired after he attacked one of the

other account executives.

And, lucky for him, the company paid him off

to leave.

Sounds like he could use a little conflict resolution

himself.

The money will be there tomorrow!

I told her the money'll be there tomorrow!

And it gets better. Financial checks

just came back.

He's been declared insolvent. I'd say he's in serious

trouble with the...

Bailiffs?

BILL: I was only going after what's mine.

I'm on my knees here.

Well, okay, so the mobile did have reception,

it just didn't have any credit.

And I couldn't afford to service the Jeep

either, for months.

She was supposed to pay half upfront, and the other

half when she arrived.

I mean, she was already a day late.

And then when she did turn up, she didn't

have any money on her!

So, the next morning she says, "I need to go into town.

I'll meet you there."

Guess what? I'm waiting there, like Coco the Clown.

She doesn't turn up!

She phones me half an hour later.

Ms Burgess, you said that yesterday,

and you stood me up!

ANNETTE: Excuse me, I'm the client here,

and I've got a lot on my mind.

What

So, I think, "Well, maybe she's taken

the money out in town,"

so I run back to camp. Yeah? No, no chance.

Well, I couldn't just let it lay.

I want pay now! Now!

And don't try and mess me about!

I'm not one of your minions.

Don't threaten me. Once it's over,

I will pay you. Okay?

BILL: She was stringing me along.

That wasn't the deal.

So that's why you went over to her shack that night.

Nothing to do with the programme for the next day.

But I didn't kill her.

Why the hell would I do that What did I stand to gain?

Aye, enjoy your work!

That was my mother's!

Can't take what he says at face value.

The timing fits, and he did conceal the truth from us.

But, and it is a big but, why would he do it?

He'd never get paid.

"I've got a lot on my mind."

Now, that doesn't sound to me like she didn't want

to pay him.

Sounds like she had something more pressing to do.

Why did she come to town that morning?

Ah, Dwayne. What have you got?

Not much, Chief. I just spoke to the bus driver.

He said she took the bus back about 10:10.

Nothing at first, until I went into the electronics shop.

See, Annette Burgess went in there around 9:45

and bought herself a smartphone charger.

And get this.

15 minutes later, she goes into Maxwell's

convenience store

and purchases a padded envelope, sticky tape,

a bottle of whisky, a glass...

Now, why would she buy those things?

And why did she need them so urgently?

What are you doing?

Oh, hello. Sandra Kendrick.

Now, what do you think she's doing here?

FLORENCE: Whatever it is, she looks like a woman

in a hurry.

GOODMAN: Come on.

Or not. This is Annette's e-mail account.

-No! No, I...

Look at this! "S Kendrick file.

Let's catch up."

"Sandra Kendrick, grievance procedure."

You were suing Annette Burgess?

For harassment.

So, while we question her,

I would like one of you to go up

to the gully where she fell.

-There might be some evidence up there.

-I'll do it!

And you can get on with the pile on my desk.

You know, the paperwork, Stuart Howe's laptop...

And, Dwayne, you might need some waterproofs up there.

That gully gets more like a rancid swamp

the further you get into it.

Swamp?

"On many occasions, she would refer to me as 'useless',

"'stupid', 'moronic' and 'slow',

"and not just in private, but significantly

in front of other people.

"When I expressed my upset, she would dismiss

me as 'oversensitive' "and conclude that

I should stop being such a wet blanket."

How long has the harassment been going on?

Seems like forever.

At first, I just put up with it.

After all, that was why she was who she was.

But that backfired. Just gave her licence

to carry on.

And when she lost it, and it could be over nothing,

she could be vicious, really vile.

-I had to do something.

Yes... Um, excuse me.

Dwayne.

Chief! I've done the route from the gully

down to the stream's end.

And?

And I can't see nothing except some green slush

and slime everywhere!

Oh, dear.

Hold on a minute. I can see something.

Really?

It's a bottle.

Like the ones in the victim's fridge.

You mean one of those energy drinks?

No, no! It's not what you think.

-Thank you, Dwayne. -My pleasure.

She was already dead when I got there.

Got there?

It was awful of me, I know.

It was so childish. I'd just had enough.

That morning, she had had one of her turns again.

-You are useless. Bloody useless!

-That's what you said.

Do you really think I would leave my own phone behind?

I'm the bloody boss!

Just because she couldn't find her mobile phone charger.

I just wanted her to suffer.

Just a little bit.

Aloe vera and orange juice. The best laxative there is.

I wanted to replace the energy drink in the fridge

with the one that I'd made.

I knew the slightest noise woke her.

She was so still.

I just panicked. I was so scared.

Lost my footing in the storm.

I thought, "This doesn't look good for me."

So, I thought, "It's best just to say nothing."

Check the bottle. It's all you'll find.

I swear.

My hunch is Sandra Kendrick doesn't have it in her.

She's a mess, yes, but she's no

criminal mastermind.

And that wouldn't explain the envelope

and the sticky tape,

the glass, and why Annette needed

her charger so urgently.

-Yes.

I think you should have a look at this.

Stuart Howe's laptop.

Now, I've been trawling through all of it

and found nothing.

Then I decided to look at the trash.

MAN: A wise man once said that a little bit of

what is bad for you,

could also be good for you.

Gordon Bennett!

-Now, that's what I call a vacation with elation.

-Dwayne.

No, no, no, no, Chief! Not too fast forward.

We might miss something.

DWAYNE: Aw!

MAN: It's so bad.

GOODMAN: "All rights reserved, Stuart Howe."

So, it was his idea, not Annette Burgess's.

So, what was she doing, giving it to Dom Claydon?

And what's it doing in the bin?

There's plenty more where that came from.

-To be honest, I felt petty bringing it up.

-That's very selfless.

Especially when you have an idea that's worth a hell

of a lot of money and kudos.

You were very careful to state "all rights reserved."

-Look, I don't know where this is going...

Unless you stole it off someone else.

-That was my idea, all mine. -GOODMAN: Exactly.

No one would give that up willingly.

Did she promise you something in return?

GOODMAN: Maybe she was threatening you with

something. To keep you quiet.

STUART: Like what? GOODMAN: I don't know.

But I know it would have to be pretty big,

something you wouldn't want anyone else to know about.

Just keep your bloody voice down, will you?

Oh... Of course.

That would explain it. You were having an affair.

You and Annette. Weren't you?

It was only the once.

Maybe twice.

Three times if you count the Paris trip.

That idea was worth a fortune.

She was gonna give me shares in the company.

She was gonna make me vice-president,

and then it all went away,

and I couldn't do a bloody thing about it,

because of one stupid mistake.

It was my idea. I can prove it.

We had a deal!

-You wouldn't. -Try me.

But remove Annette from the equation, you could

claim back your idea,

Izzy would be none the wiser.

Look, I might be a two-timing cheat,

but I'm not a psychopath.

I wouldn't murder someone for that.

So, Izzy doesn't know anything about you and Annette?

I don't think so.

Well, I hope not.

Gosh. All this time, she really didn't know?

Love is blind, eh? In some cases it can

also be deaf and dumb.

-I mean... -Of course she knew.

Remember when we met them all?

-STUART: She's had quite a shock.

-I'm okay.

She shifted away from him. And the night

we saw her drunk...

She was my sister! Why? Just tell me why!

Izzy wasn't upset about her sister.

She was upset with her sister.

You know, the more I think about it,

the question is not how come Annette Burgess was killed

twice in one night,

but how come she was only killed twice in one night?

-Since lunchtime.

And all that time, she was just drinking?

Well, yes, that, and...

Crying into her phone.

Phone? She's not supposed to have her phone.

They left their phones in England.

Unless she got a mobile here, but I'm sure she didn't have

one on her that evening.

No.

Is this what you're looking for?

My chef, Vivianne, suddenly arrived with

a new smartphone this morning.

I figured it was only a matter of time before

someone came in asking for it.

Apparently, she found it in the toilet bin.

She cracked under my interrogation technique.

How do you say...

Hardcore.

Your sister's phone.

We have a witness who saw you with it.

Earlier that night.

I'm not as gullible as I may look.

Of course, I knew something was up for ages.

And when I saw them talking on the bridge...

-You wouldn't. -Try me.

I felt like I'd been kicked by a horse.

But now, so many things made sense.

Still, I had to know for sure.

We're gonna have one last exercise.

Can I just nip to the loo?

"Mobile-free zone."

Yeah, right.

I read all their text messages.

She had everything she wanted. And she had to

have him as well.

Takes after her mother.

Dad always said she was toxic.

What do you mean by "her mother"?

We're half-sisters. Same dad, different mums.

He left Annette's mum when Annette was very young,

and spent 30 very happy years with mine.

Maybe that's why she was so ruthless...

Heartless.

You hid vital evidence.

I was just trying to hang on to him.

But the only person she called on that Sunday

was Bill Williams.

-Damn. -Maybe she needed

to charge the phone

to look at her e

-Well, yes.

-There was nothing unusual there.

-Oh, for...

US Immigration?

Industrial action. No wonder she missed her flight.

These guys are impossible!

Argh! We're getting nowhere. We need to be more creative!

One person is murdered twice in one night.

Envelope and sticky tape in the safe,

bottle of whisky, glass... What the hell does that mean?

-Maybe there were... -Earplugs, eye mask,

envelope, sticky tape...

-Hey! Hey! -...gun, bottle of whisky...

I do wish you'd stop doing that.

Interrupting.

Yes, um, sorry.

It's an annoying habit of mine.

Well, the one thing I did inherit from my dad! I mean...

Immigration.

-Of course! I should have thought of that...

-BILL: You stood me up!

ANNETTE: Excuse me, I'm the client here,

and I've got a lot on my mind!

You are useless. Bloody useless!

Takes after her mother. Heartless.

Well, she was like that. It was all or nothing.

She was killed twice?

Give me her phone. Thank you.

Here we go, here we go. Wellington Clinic...

Oh, brilliant. That's absolutely clever.

Very clever.

How do you mean?

Now all that remains is to make a couple of phone calls

and get the prints sent to the UK for verification.

And someone get everyone together!

This time we're going to solve this properly.

Good afternoon.

Thank you for joining us.

Now, if there was one thing my father instilled in me

as a child,

it was, "Trust no one."

Over the years, that's made for some pretty

tense Sunday lunches,

but it's come in very handy in my line of work.

In this case, before you could even say

"dysfunctional family,"

one of you promptly confessed to shooting her in the chest.

A child abandoned at birth,

and rejected all over again.

Unfortunately for Annette,

it seems that more than one of you had

a reason to want her dead.

Now, what are the chances of that?

One person being murdered twice in one night

by two different people?

Fortunately for us, some things in that room

told us the real story behind Annette's murder.

An envelope containing an unused roll of sticky tape

locked inside a safe.

A bottle of whisky, a glass,

and Annette's missing mobile phone.

We know that you, Bill Williams, had serious

financial problems.

Annette Burgess was gonna let you sink.

Killing her wouldn't have got you paid.

But with your colourful history of angry outbursts...

No. I wouldn't.

-I didn't. -No, you didn't.

Now, you, Ms Cartwright...

You were the one with the happy childhood,

but you felt your sister shone bright while you fell short.

And then she took away the one thing

that you did have over her.

A future husband. Stuart Howe.

And then, as if to add insult to injury,

she used that very fact to take away your

precious idea, Mr Howe.

And gave it to a total nobody.

And what about her right

Her Ms Kendrick?

She bullied and humiliated you.

It wasn't me.

No. No, it wasn't you.

Or you. Or you.

Or you.

Despite the fact that none of you had an alibi.

So, who was it, then?

Well...

One of you had the best alibi of all.

He'd confessed to her murder already.

What?

No, I... I shot her!

You shot her after you smothered her.

You killed your own mother

Well, uh, yes and no.

Yes, he killed her twice.

And no, she wasn't his mother.

What?

-I told you the truth! -Again, yes and no.

Yes, you were abandoned as a child.

And no, you're not Dom Claydon.

Anyone know what adermatoglyphia is

Well, it's basically a condition in which

you have no fingerprints.

It's also known as "immigration delay disease."

The US introduced a procedure a few years back

where they take the fingerprints of everyone

entering the country.

But when they took Annette's,

they discovered she had none.

Identical thing happened to a Swiss woman in 2008,

a certain Heidi Oppenheimer,

who was travelling from Zurich to Boston, apparently

to meet her boyfriend. She was stunned. She never

knew she had no fingerprints. I mean, why would she?

Now, I had heard about Ms Oppenheimer

and her detainment,

but what I didn't know is that when she went

back to Switzerland,

doctors performed tests on all of her immediate

relatives,

and they made a discovery.

Adermatoglyphia runs in families.

-But I have fingerprints. -Through the mother's side.

You have different mothers. Which is why

you have fingerprints.

She didn't.

-Oh. -"Oh," exactly.

Picture the scene.

Annette sat stranded in Orlando airport

having been told all that.

She's reeling.

Like Ms Oppenheimer, she'd had no idea

she didn't have fingerprints.

Why would she? She'd never been in trouble with the law,

never had a reason to be fingerprinted.

But she does know that the rest of you sailed through

and got your connection.

So she also knows that you, Dom, her long-lost son,

are likely to be nothing of the sort.

After all, if she had no fingerprints,

you can't have any, either.

I had a DNA test!

Yes, I'm coming to that, if you'll allow me.

By the time she lands on Saint Marie,

her phone battery's dead.

She blows her top when she realises

her charger wasn't taken.

She goes into town. First things first,

she buys a new charger.

She googles the Wellington Clinic. Remember them?

They did your test.

But they're shut at the weekend.

What does she do?

If you had fingerprints, you weren't her son.

What could she use?

The good old-fashioned method. Glass and sticky tape.

Quick, simple, effective.

You'll have your drink, then once you've gone,

she'll sprinkle blusher onto the glass,

put some tape on it...

Hey, presto!

All she needs is to seal it in an envelope

and lock it in a safe.

She purchases the necessary items.

And then just before dinner,

she asks you for a drink.

Can I just nip to the loo?

Midnight. Drink.

GOODMAN: You knew right then something was up.

I imagine it wasn't long before she hinted

at her true motive.

Her suspicion that you weren't her son.

I lost the letter, unfortunately.

It was the Wellington Clinic, wasn't it?

GOODMAN: A ginormous wave of panic washed over you.

All this time, all this work you'd put in,

and she was onto you!

And she would show no mercy in making you pay.

So you had to stop her, you had to stop her!

Smothered her with a cushion!

But then,

after you realised what you'd done in the heat of

the moment, how stupid it was,

you were totally trapped.

Of course, once we started investigating,

well, it will only be a matter of time before you were

exposed as her "son"

and become our prime suspect.

But if you had to be found,

let it be for the lesser crime.

You put her in bed to make it look like she was asleep.

You wiped the glass down, proving that she asked you

for a drink,

and not that you went over to confront her, as you claimed.

Then...

You go ahead and do exactly what you told us.

You break the chest to get Bill's gun.

-And then you make your way back to Annette's shack...

You plant the gun nearby for us to find it.

Then you confess to the second murder,

and you sit back and wait for the post-mortem results

to exonerate you.

Yes, you would still go to prison.

But not for murder.

For attempted murder, which carries a much

lesser sentence.

Brilliant plan!

But with one flaw.

You knew she was onto you, but you didn't know how

and you didn't know why.

And the very thing you planted for us to find, the gun,

had your fingerprints on it.

Fingerprints you wouldn't have had if you were really

Annette Burgess's son.

We sent your fingerprints to HMP Telbridge,

and they very helpfully faxed us your full file.

Your real name is Craig Russell.

You served 18 months for forgery at HMP Telbridge,

from January 2011 to July 2012.

Guess who else served time there.

That's right. Dominic Claydon.

A long-term junkie

serving time for drug-related theft.

What happened? Were you in the same cell

for a while?

I imagine, those long days inside,

a clever man like yourself might have spotted

an opportunity.

An opportunity to take another man's identity

and create a better, more prosperous future

for yourself.

And with your talent for forgery,

creating a false DNA test, well...

It must've been a walk in the park.

Dominic was such a loser.

Half the time, he didn't even know

what day it was.

And he blamed it all on his mum.

Every night was the same.

He'd start crying...

"Did I tell you that she's Annette Burgess?"

Yeah, you did.

300 times.

You could see that he was only going one way.

The irony is, with that mentality,

you really could've been her son.

Take him away.

You see, JP? Teamwork, and another successful case.

And now I need a drink! Chief?

Et voila!

Very nice to have you all chez moi for a change.

I've even come up with my own version of island rum punch.

Hey! What is that monstrosity doing here?

Everyone needs a loving home, Dwayne, Gilbert included.

So, you're talking to plants as well as lizards?

And what about your gift, sir?

Ah, yes, for my dad. Well, at the moment, I'm torn

between detoxing in Mexico

-and breastfeeding in the Himalayas.

Himalayas!

Well, bottoms up!

-Yep. I've got beers

in the fridge.

-I'll give you a hand.

-You know,

-you'll have to speak to him at some point.

-Yes.

What's the worst that could happen?

He's on the other side of the world, after all.

MAN: Humphrey? I'm having no luck getting hold of you.

I suppose it doesn't matter very much as we'll be catching

up very soon face-to-face.

I'm coming over next Thursday.

-DWAYNE: Jack Harmer's

been shot!

Lock down the entire courthouse.

Nobody leaves, nobody enters!

-Oi! Hey!

JP: Someone died in our custody.

What were we doing at the time? Waiting for rum.

So, you're saying it's my fault?

JP: I just don't want to be that kind of officer.

Humphrey! What the bloody hell's going on?

Sally still loves you.

You need to get home, pick up where you left off.

Our reputation's at stake, and you want to up and leave?