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Thanks for being here.

I wouldn't be anywhere else.

This is what your dad would want.
You know that, right?

Bye, Dad.

I miss you so much.

Remember that holiday in Cap Ferret?

Don't, don't. I still can't
really think about that.

Your daft dad said that
he'd booked us a luxury hotel.

I should have realised
when I saw the price.

He was such an idiot sometimes.

Yeah, he was.

But a bloody lovely one.

To a lovely idiot.

To Jonty.

Right, let's get this movie started.

How many times did Dad
make us watch that?

He knew the whole script by heart.

Yeah.

Let's get going.

You start without me.
I'm going to...

I'm going to get some air.
I won't be a minute.

Hello.

Yes.

I want to report a murder.

Detective Inspector Neville Parker.
I'm from the local police.

I'm here to talk to an Eve Wilding.

What's this about?

I'd prefer to have that conversation
with her.

She, er, just popped out.

Marlon, call an ambulance!

Careful, careful.

Eve!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

There's no pulse.

Is she dead?

I'll start CPR.
Yes.

Look, I'm calling an ambulance, sir.
Please stay back, please.

She's alive. Roll her over.

They got her heart going,
but she's still unconscious.

They had to intubate her.

So she hasn't been able to
say anything about the call?

But there's something
you should see, sir.

Look, just there, on her neck.

Hand and finger marks. Recent, too.

Could be she was strangled.
Held under water, maybe?

So Eve Wilding reports a murder,
and then before we even get here,

it looks like she's been the victim
of a near fatal assault herself.

Er, so, cos of all the water
spilling over,

I couldn't really pick anything
from the crime scene.

No footprints, fingerprints,
clothing fibres.

So what do you think
we're looking at here, sir?

Some kind of intruder attack?

Except there's a 10ft drop there.

And a perimeter security fence
beyond that, sir.

Erm, I checked with the family.

So realistically, the only way
to get onto this terrace

is through that house.

You mean it's one of them
that did it?

Marlon, give the victim's bedroom
a once-over, would you?

And, erm, see if you can retrieve
that phone from the pool.

Let's see if we can get anything
out of it.

Naomi, let's talk to the witnesses.

I need to be with her.
I understand that, sir.

But she's in safe hands, and
we need to establish some facts.

I assume you're all here on holiday?

No.

We came to say goodbye to a friend.

Scatter his ashes.

My husband, Jonty.

Astrid's father.

Eve and I are Astrid's godparents.

So this place was special to him?

We'd been coming here for years.

Well, this evening, at 8.00pm,
Mrs Wilding called the station

and said she wanted
to report a murder.

She gave us this address,
and then the phone went dead.

What?
She really said that?

You have no idea what she might
have been referring to?

No.

Nothing she witnessed or might
have heard since you've been here?

Er, no, nothing.

OK, well, let's rewind.

Can you talk me through
what happened this evening?

Er, we went to the beach to scatter
my husband's ashes.

Then we went to Dad's favourite
restaurant, Chez Emile.

Yeah, we stayed there
till around seven-ish,

and then we came back here
and watched a film.

And then at 8.00, er,
Eve stepped out to get some air.

Which is when she called us.

During the time Mrs Wilding
was outside on the terrace,

did any of you go out there
to see her?

No.

We were all in here,
watching the film.

So the first time any of you
went out there was when we arrived?

Why are you asking these questions?

Because it seems your friend
may have been attacked.

There are marks on her neck.

Her throat appears to have
been squeezed tightly.

It may not have been an accident
she fell in the pool,

lost consciousness.

And since that terrace is only
accessible from inside this villa,

it does suggest that any potential
assailant must have been...

One of us? Are you serious?

We were here. It can't be.

We were here, together,
the whole time.

So the victim phoned us
to report a murder,

but none of the three people
she spent the last few days with

have any idea what
she was referring to.

Unless...

This might sound a bit crazy, sir,

but could it have been her own
murder she was reporting?

Huh...

I'm going to head back to the hospital.

Erm...

..you know the call that Eve made
to the police about a murder?

She meant Jonty, didn't she?

Bonjour, Neville!

Who are you?! Izzy!

Izzy!

Too much light. Close the door.

There is a man in my hammock.

Why is there a man in my hammock?

Go away, Neville.

Not until you tell me who he is.

And what he's doing in my hammock!

His name's Demetrius.
We met last night.

He's going to take me scuba diving.

Well, are you and him...? You know.

No, of course not. He's married.

If he's got a wife
and a home to go to,

what's he doing in my hammock?

It just all got a bit late.

Anyway, what's your problem?
You never use that thing.

Brings your back out in a rash.

That's...

That's beside the point.

Listen, I have to get ready,
I'm going to jump in the shower.

But we will discuss this later.

Bye.

Demetrius?

I'll be five minutes,
Neville.

What's happened?

My sister's happened, Naomi.

That woman's like a human tornado.

Although, unlike a tornado,

she shows no signs
of actually moving on.

I'm sorry, it's not your problem.

Morning, everyone.
Morning, Darlene.

Good morning, Inspector Parker.

Quite an eventful night,
by the looks of it.

Any word from the hospital?

Oh, yes.

I spoke with a Dr Regis,

whom, I have to say,
couldn't have been more helpful.

Mrs Wilding, she's stable
but still unconscious.

He confirmed that there are
signs of strangulation

as well as drowning.

So there's no doubt about it.
She was attacked.

Strangled, thrown into the pool,
and left to drown.

Although, apparently, he said
it might have been possible

she could've remained conscious
and fallen in herself

after the assailant left the scene.

Sometimes there can be a delay
between strangulation

and passing out.

But if there was a delay,
that would have given her time

to go back inside and get help.

So Eve phones us to
report a murder,

and as she does so, someone
tries to murder her.

Did she know she was in danger?

Was she phoning us
about her own murder?

But if she knew she was going to
be attacked, why didn't she run?

Or why didn't she ask us to help
when she phoned?

What did the background checks
turn up?

Eve Wilding is a teacher
at a school in Dublin.

She's been married to Callum
for over 20 years.

It looks like they lead
a fairly settled life.

Callum Wilding is 45.
He works in graphic design.

No previous convictions.

OK, so that leaves Orla Mills
and her daughter Astrid.

Astrid is 18, doing her
higher leaving certificate.

Never been in trouble,
as far as we could tell.

Orla Mills is a lawyer
with a big Dublin firm.

She's been friends with Eve
since university.

She was widowed six months ago.

Yeah, what about Orla's husband,
Jonty? How did he die?

We were saying goodbye to a friend.

Scattering his ashes.

This is where it gets really juicy,
Inspector Parker.

Darlene did some digging for us
into Jonty Mills, and...

"Appeals for witnesses
in mystery death

"of businessman, Jonathon Mills."

So...

Oh! Excuse me a moment.

Saint Marie police,
Darlene Curtis speaking.

Hold the line a moment,
if you would.

Jonty Mills' death was recorded
as an open verdict.

An inquiry was held, and the death
was deemed suspicious.

So no other verdict was reached?

No.

Sorry for keeping you waiting.

So it's possible that
Jonty Mills was murdered.

It's a possibility, yeah.

Could that be what Eve Wilding
was referring to?

I don't know.

But I find it very odd that no-one
mentioned this to us yesterday.

Naomi, let's go speak
with Orla Mills.

Marlon.

There's a suspected break-in
down in Chamorey.

Here's the address.

Seriously?

Oh, this was just getting interesting.

Initially, they thought
it was an accident.

He had been missing, er, two days

before the Gardai recovered
his body from the canal.

There was no witnesses, and he still
had all his belongings on him,

so it wasn't a mugging.

Cause of death was drowning, right?

He had a...
a blow to the back of his head.

They still don't know what caused it.

What was he doing down by the canal?

That's one of the many questions
that still hasn't been answered.

I'm sorry. That must be very
difficult for you and your daughter.

Yeah. It is.

But we both decided that,
you know, these few days here

would be a celebration...
of his life.

So when Eve called us last night
about a murder,

you don't think she was referring
to the death of your husband?

I really haven't the faintest idea
what that call was about.

Thank you for your time, Mrs Mills.

I think we need to get on to
the Gardai in Ireland.

Speak with the senior
investigating office in that case.

Oh...!

Ah, good morning, officer.

I know what you're thinking.

This isn't what it looks like.

Can I have your name please, sir?

Course.

Cornelius St Brice, the one
and only, at your service.

Here, erm...

I have a neighbour down there
that said he's seen you

trying to break into this place.

No... No, no, no, no.

I would never dream of
doing something like that.

So why is your arm shoved in there
like that? Well, you see...

..what I was trying to do
is reach in and unlock the door.

That's breaking in, sir.

But I'm not the criminal here!

You've got to understand.
I'm the good guy!

What do you mean? I'm getting
married, day after tomorrow,

and Benny, the man who lives here,

he's supplying the table decorations.
Handmade.

Classy, you know. All paid for.

Except they ain't been delivered!

So that's why you've come here
to look for him?

It's the one thing Tiffany
delegated to me.

I've got to get the
table decorations, man!

Right, so...

..if we can get your arm
out of there,

without damaging the property, then
I'll let you off with a warning, OK?

And if you want to file a report
on the owner not providing

goods paid for, we can
do it at the station.

Thank you, officer.

All right.

One, two, three.

Agh!

OK, well, that's great.

Thanks for talking to me. Bye.

So, that was the DI who oversaw
the Jonty Mills case.

And what was his take on it?
Well, it's interesting.

Generally, with an unexplained
death, the family put

immense pressure on the police
to come up with answers.

But that didn't happen? In the
words of the lead investigator,

Orla Mills, in particular,
seemed "strangely incurious."

Because she knew what had
happened to him. Am I right?

Well, that's the impression
I got from them, yes.

I told you this case was getting
juicy, Inspector Parker.

Interestingly, sir, I started going
through Eve Wilding's mobile phone,

and on the evening of her attack,

she made a phone call to a company
based in Panama called Tocumen.

Tocumen?
It's a lab. Here.

"We accept hair samples,
nail clippings and toothbrushes."

They do paternity tests.
Oh.

Turns out Eve was trying to
find out about a paternity test

Jonty Mills submitted
six months ago.

Really?

Mr Mills received the results
the same day he went missing.

And what were the results?

Astrid is not his daughter.

Ooh!

That's got to sting, right?

If Jonty didn't already know,
Astrid couldn't have either.

Maybe Orla had to get rid of Jonty
because she was terrified

about her daughter finding out.

Let's go.

Oh, Marlon, could you head over
to the restaurant where the suspects

were the night that Eve was
attacked? See if the staff picked up

on any tension,
particularly between Eve and Orla.

Is it urgent? I have to take
this guy's statement.

Er...

Well... You...you want me to
take a look at that for you?

I mean, I've... I've seen Marlon
do it a couple of times.

Erm...

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.
Thanks, Darlene.

Leave it with me, Inspector.

Not a problem at all.

We couldn't conceive naturally.

And after endless rounds of IVF,

we hadn't had the conversation,

but Jonty and I both resigned
ourselves to the fact

that it was never going to happen.

And then it did happen.
You fell pregnant.

But...it wasn't Jonty's.

I was in a dark place, Inspector.

We both were.

And I took comfort elsewhere.

I ended up having a fling
with a work colleague.

And Jonty never questioned
whether the baby was his?

He was a glass-half-full person.

You know, he always found
the positive in every situation,

which drove me to distraction.

But if he ever had any questions,

he never aired them with me.

So, 20 years later, what made him
suddenly take a paternity test?

We were rowing a lot.

After one particularly nasty row...

..I lost my temper.

I told him he never
gave me anything...

..the subtext of which
wasn't lost on him.

After that, he took the test.

What happened next?

Well, two weeks later,
he got the results.

And found out the truth,
so...another blazing row?

He left the house.

Said he had to clear his head.

Did you follow him?

No, I did not.

He left the house...

..and I never saw him again.

And what about Mrs Wilding?

She'd found out.

Did she confront you about it
while you were both here?

If Eve knew...she didn't tell me.

What did they say?

So the manager knew
the Mills family of old.

Took care of them personally

when they scattered the ashes
that evening.

And how were things between them?

Fine. It was an emotional evening.

But everyone was there for
each other, supporting one another.

At the end of the evening, Astrid
and Callum walked back to the villa,

so Orla and Eve drove home together.

Everything was friendly
between them.

So maybe Eve Wilding
hadn't confronted Orla

with what she knew about
Astrid's paternity?

Or maybe she was going to do it
later on in the holiday?

Maybe.

All right, Cornelius.

I think I've got everything we need,
so just sign here.

Ah, my Tiffany.

I promised her everything would
be perfect. Our wedding day.

Leave it with us, sweetheart.

We'll see what we can do, OK?

Thanks, Ms Curtis.

Thank you.

Afternoon.

So how did it go?

Good, though I reckon
we'll need to act fast

if we're going to get these table
decorations found in time

for Mr St Brice's wedding.

Yeah, if you just write the report
and file it, Darlene,

that's a good start. Thanks.

So we have a woman, Eve Wilding,
who called us last night

at 8.00pm claiming to
want to report a murder.

When we got to the address,

we found her lying in the pool
close to dead,

with strangulation marks on her neck.

So either Eve was trying
to report her own impending murder,

or someone else's murder entirely.

And so far, the only suspicious
death in our victim's recent past

is her friend's husband Jonty Mills.

But if she wanted to tell us
about Jonty's murder,

and someone tried to silence her
for that, then...

..who was it? And why?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Have a good evening,
Inspector Parker.

Yeah. Night, sir.

Thank you, guys. Goodnight.

If you're working late, sir,
I'm happy to stay -

share the load.
Thanks, Naomi, but...

Well, it's not that I've got plans
to stay, I'm just reluctant to go.

Ah, your sister. The tornado.

I dread to think what carnage she's
caused since I left this morning.

She still hasn't made up her mind,
then?

About whether or not she wants
to marry her boyfriend?

I wouldn't mind if I thought
she was taking it seriously,

but she just spends her time
partying and wrecking my house.

Well, maybe she just
needs some help, you know,

focusing her thoughts.

It's a big decision.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, if you definitely
don't need me, then,

I'll see you in the morning.

Thanks, Naomi. Goodnight.

Focusing her thoughts, huh?

OK.

Izzy, you got any plans tonight?

Hiya, you all right?
How you doing?

Evening, Nev.
Hiya.

This is nice of you,
inviting me out for dinner.

Well, you know, I'm just doing
my bit as a big brother.

So, how was your day?

It was all right.

Finally made a start on
painting the inside of the shack.

It's so dingy in there.

You did what?

I'm only joking. Your face!

Very good.

I think someone might have
left an envelope.

No, that... That's me, actually.
It's for you.

I know you're struggling
to work out how you feel about Mike

and his proposal,
and I wanted to help with that.

Maybe help focus your thoughts
a bit.

A plane ticket home?

In a day's time.

Well, yeah, you see, I realised
that nothing focuses the mind

quite like a deadline, so...

You're giving me a deadline
to decide whether

I want to get married
for the rest of my life?

Well... I...

I hate you, Neville Parker.

Oh!

Sorry, Nev, I didn't mean to.

You just really annoyed me.

Yeah, I got that.

I'm just a bit all over the place
at the minute.

I get you're trying to help,
but it's not as simple as you think.

What do you mean?

I think I might be pregnant.

Wait, with Demetrius?

No! Don't be daft.

It's definitely Mike's if I am.

I don't know for sure.
I haven't done a test.

I was a bit scared.

Did you suspect this before
you came out here?

Sort of pretending it might
not be happening.

Look, don't worry.
It's going to be fine.

♪ You and your smiling face

♪ Doesn't mean a thing to me

♪ Any man will pick you up

♪ Just because of
that smile you've got... ♪

Morning, Inspector.
Morning.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose.

I was wondering if you'd
had a chance to look

at the crime report
I uploaded yesterday.

Crime report?
Cornelius St Brice.

The gentleman who paid for
his wedding decorations and...

The guy in the vest, you mean?

It's just that...
it's his wedding day tomorrow,

and I was wondering if there was
any chance we could help him out.

I appreciate your concern, Darlene,

but while we have a murder on our
hands, that has to take priority.

I'm sorry.
Of course. No problem, Inspector.

So, what's the latest here?

The Gardai in Dublin emailed over
the case file on Jonty Mills' death.

Anything jumping out?

A couple of things, sir.
The toxicology report said

Jonty Mills had a significant amount
of alcohol in his system,

which is why they first
considered it to be an accident.

But, on top of that,

Mr Mills' phone records
show that he called Callum Wilding

about 20 minutes
after he left the house.

Did Callum say what it was about?

In his statement,
he said Jonty called about

a five-a-side match
they'd got booked in.

The thing is, sir,
we now know that Jonty and Orla

had a big argument that night
about Astrid's paternity.

So if Jonty then
goes and calls Callum,

having just found out his wife
was having an affair,

and his daughter's not actually his,

the last thing he's going to
want to talk about

is five-a-side football game.
Exactly.

Callum lied to the police.

Why? What was he hiding from them?

It was me that had
the fling with Orla.

18 years ago.

Her and Jonty were
all over the place back then.

Orla was talking about a divorce.

Ironically, I was trying to
talk her out of it.

And then it just happened
between us.

After a few weeks,
we both saw sense and it stopped.

And Astrid was the result?

I'd buried that idea a long time ago.

It was only when Jonty called me
that I knew for sure.

The night he went missing?

He pressured Orla into telling him
who the father was.

So what was said on that call?

Not much.

I just knew I had to contain
the situation as best I could.

I didn't want him anywhere
near the house.

You didn't want Eve to find out.

That's what Jonty was doing
down by the canal.

You told him to meet you there.

Yeah.

And what happened?

Nothing.

I got there.

Waited. And waited.

But he never showed.

It was only when the guards told us
the time of death,

that I realised that,
while I'd been waiting,

Jonty was already lying dead
at the bottom of the canal,

just a few feet away from me.

He'd fallen in before you got there?

There was no-one else around
when I arrived,

so it must have been an accident.

Jonty was drunk, banged his head,
fell in the canal.

Your friend's body wasn't discovered
in that canal for two more days.

Why didn't you say something?

I was a coward.

I knew if I spoke up,
then the truth would come out,

about the affair, about Astrid.

But if you think Eve was attacked

because she thought one of us
had murdered Jonty,

you're very wrong.

So maybe Jonty's death
was an accident after all,

if we take Callum at his word.

He seems to be telling the truth.

If Jonty wasn't murdered,

what was Eve referring to
in her phone call?

Marlon, what you got?

I've been working through
Eve Wilding's emails,

and there have been ongoing emails
between the victim and Astrid Mills,

right up until the day
she was attacked.

"If you don't tell your mum, I will."

"You can't hide from
this forever, Astrid."

It seems like since her father died,
Astrid has been losing her way.

Losing her way how?

Drinking. A lot. Like, all day.

But no-one knew about it until
one of her friends spoke to Eve,

who teaches at Astrid's school.

How do we know all this?

I managed to speak to this friend.

Her name is Lucy. Such a sweet kid.

She said that Astrid would
bring a flask of vodka to school

and keep herself topped up all day,

then go home and carry on drinking
in her bedroom until she passed out.

And Eve was concerned.
She wanted to intervene?

She wanted Astrid to tell her mum
that she was in a bad way,

and thought doing it here
was a good time.

But Astrid was pretty nasty to Eve
in those emails.

"Stay out of my life.
You're not even wanted here."

We need to talk to Astrid.

Oh, and, Darlene?

Great work.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, Commissioner. We're just
heading out to talk to a suspect.

Don't let me stop you, Inspector.

Sir.

Oh, please, sit.

My secretary passed on your message

about an unsolved case involving
some undelivered table decorations.

But, Commissioner,
I just meant for you to call.

You didn't need to
come all this way.

I was already passing.

There's nothing amiss, I hope?

No, no, of course not.
Everything is just fine.

But...?

I was wondering if I could be doing
a teeny bit more

than I am to help out.

You didn't want Eve telling your mum
about what's been going on

with you since your dad died.

Your drinking.

I just...
I resented her trying to fix me

when she should've been looking at
her own messed-up life.

I don't understand.

I was there the night
Mam and Dad argued.

I heard everything...

..about Callum, about me,
about whose daughter I really was.

All of it.

And you didn't tell anybody?

Like who? My mam? Callum?

The people who had lied to me
for my whole life? Lied to my dad?

Why the hell would I want to
talk to them about it?

But, Eve, she was innocent
in all this.

I don't know.

It's hard to explain. I just...

I wanted to hurt her so much because
she'd been so blind to it all.

Just like I had.

And did you? Hurt her?

In a manner of speaking.

I told her the truth - all of it -

after we scattered Dad's ashes.

There's something you need to know.

I wanted to see a reaction.

To see her feel how I felt.

And what did she say?

Nothing.

She just carried on
as if nothing had happened

for the rest of the night.

It wasn't until we got back here
to the villa

and she got up and went outside
that I could see she wasn't herself.

And when she went out
onto that terrace

and made the phone call,
are you sure no-one followed her?

I can promise you.

None of us moved an inch
the whole night.

Sir, if Eve did confront Orla in
the car about what she'd found out,

then Orla would have known
Astrid discovered the truth

about Callum being her father.

And Orla would have no reason
to kill Eve

because there'd be no need
to silence her.

So we've got no motives.

And no suspects.

Plus we have a reported murder
where it's not even clear

who the victim's supposed to be.

You know what? I think it's as good
a time as any to call it a night.

Hold on, where's Darlene?

The neighbour hasn't seen
Mr LaCroix for a few days.

But that's not unknown.

When I was more hands-on,

Benny would get up to
this kind of thing all the time.

Handling stolen goods,
low-level fraud.

So there's nothing more we can do
to help Cornelius?

Let me make a few calls.

Huh! Clean and tidy.

Izzy, you feeling all right?

I'm out here.

You tidied up?

Displacement activity.

Oh. Yeah.

How'd you get on, Commissioner?

Word is Benny LaCroix
has gone off-radar.

Dumped his van up near
Rue De Sanvestre.

I suggest we take a look.

You know, Commissioner,

when I said I wanted to get
a little bit hands-on,

I didn't mean for you
to be getting hands-on as well.

I know.
But this is a new role for you.

I'm keen to help out
in any way I can.

Would it be fair to assume

that you don't do this
with all your new recruits?

I'd say that's fair.

But, then, most of my recruits have
had some actual police training

under their belts.

I'm happy to help fill in the gaps
while you're learning the ropes.

That's good of you,
but it leaves me wondering,

why are you so keen on me
making a go of this?

Because you care.

You care about people.

Why else would we be up here now,

trying to fix Cornelius St Brice's
wedding for him? Hm?

I've learned, over the years that
if people care about what they do,

they tend to do it very well.

So, do you know what to do?

Pee on it. Try not to miss.

I could kill for one of those.

Hm.

You know, I had
a pregnancy scare once.

Sorry, you what?

Not literally me, obviously,
but me and Zoe,

when we were together,
a long time ago.

And was she?

No. I was kind of hoping
she would be, though.

I think Zoe was less keen.

I think that's why she left me.

Oh, I thought she just
got fed up of you.

I think taking that test
made her look ahead

the next 20 years, you know,
raising a kid and...

..she just didn't see me
in the picture.

So what I'm trying to say is,
whatever the result of this,

it will be the right one.

Fate, you mean?

Er, not... Not exactly, but...

I thought me and Zoe splitting up
wasn't meant to be,

but if it hadn't happened,
I wouldn't be here on this island,

and I know that that was
very definitely meant to be.

Hm.

So...you doing this or what?

Cornelius. He's at it again.

Oh...

Good evening, Ms Curtis.
It's good to see you.

Sir. Cornelius St Brice,
the one and only, at your service.

Cornelius, what's going on?

It's the table decorations
I ordered. I found them, see?

And this is Benny LaCroix's van.

Do you know where Mr LaCroix is?

I just heard his van
had been spotted up here,

so I thought I'd take a look.

It was unlocked...

..and I kind of helped myself.

It was unlocked, you say?

Commissioner.

Keys for the van,

and Benny's house keys,
by the looks of it.

But no sign of the man himself.

Oh, hey. How did it go?

It takes a few minutes, so...

Come in.

Oh, Naomi.
Inspector.

Oh, hello.

Sorry to bother you at home.
The Commissioner called.

We've got an incident to deal with
out on Rue De Sanvestre.

Now?
Sounds pretty urgent.

You go. I... I'll be all right.

I should probably be here.

Seriously, go. I think I'd prefer
to be on my own, anyway.

I'll be back soon, all right?

Naomi, isn't Rue De Sanvestre
the same road

that leads to Jonty Mills' villa?

It is. Coincidence or what?

Sir. We have a body?

A man called Benny LaCroix.

He's been missing about three days.

It's thanks to Ms Curtis
we came across his van.

What was he doing out here?

I suspect the poor man was trying to
make it to a service station.

What do we think happened to him?

The paramedics said it was
a blunt force trauma

consistent with a road traffic incident.

We found Mr LaCroix's body
in the water.

There's a bend, just there.

If a car came round at speed
and it didn't see him, then...

But it means we have a hit and run
on our hands,

and no obvious suspect.

Sir, if this happened a few days ago...

Yeah. Coincidence or what?

Isn't Rue De Sanvestre
the same road that leads

to Jonty Mills' villa?
It is.

Astrid and Callum walked
back to the villa,

so Orla and Eve drove home together.

Everything was friendly
between them.

It wasn't until we got back here
to the villa and she got up

and went outside
that I could see she wasn't herself.

I want to report a murder.

Could that be what Eve was phoning
about the night she was attacked?

Marlon, get the crime scene kit,
would you?

We've got some work to do.

This vehicle was parked here
the first night we came here.

And every time we've been back
since, it's still been here,

which suggests it's unlikely to have
been taken into the garage

for repair.

But surely there'd be more damage
if it was involved in a hit and run.

Not necessarily.
Depends on the speed,

victim's body weight,
angle of impact.

Oh, here we go.

A hair-line crack in the bumper.

Marlon, get onto the car hire
company, would you?

They'll have a log of all damages
and scratches and so on.

Sir. And I need you to process
the whole of the front of this car,

every last nook and cranny.

I don't know what a cranny is.

But when I find one,
you'll be the first to know.

Time to talk to Orla?

Yeah.

When you were driving back
from the restaurant

after you'd scattered your
husband's ashes,

you hit a pedestrian, didn't you?

No.

Eve did.

I know we need to talk about it,
but please, not just now.

You've kept your mouth shut
for the past 20 years, Orla.

I guess there's no rush!

That night, Eve found out that
Callum was Astrid's real father,

and she confronted you about it,
didn't she,

when you were driving back?

She was very angry.

Upset. You know, after so
many years not knowing.

I knew it was going to come out!

I just wanted to be the one
to tell you...

You have got some brass neck, Orla.

You never wanted it to come out.

We searched the area.
There was no sign of him.

Part of me thought I'd imagined it.

What do we do now?

We go back.

We arrived at the villa.

Callum and Astrid weren't back.

I told her I was going to
call the police.

But you didn't.

So Eve took matters into
her own hands and called us herself.

Look, I'll regret my actions
for the rest of my life.

Eve was prepared to deal with
the consequences.

If I'd just let her
do the right thing,

she wouldn't be in the state
she's in now.

Yeah, but it wouldn't just be Eve
facing consequences, would it?

You're a lawyer.

If this came to light,
you'd be struck off at best.

Worst case scenario, you'd be
facing a custodial sentence.

It was imperative for you
that Eve kept her mouth shut.

What, you really think
it's a conspiracy?

That me, my daughter, and Callum
all colluded and made up this story?

Because that's the only way
your theory works.

She's right, sir, isn't she?

We know more about what happened
the night of Eve's attack,

but we still have no idea

how any of our three suspects
could have done it.

They were all inside at the time of
the attempted murder.

Yeah, and that's not the only thing
that doesn't make any sense.

If it really was a hit and run,

and neither of them know exactly
what happened to Benny's body,

then why did Eve refer to a murder
when she called the police?

Guilt? Maybe that's how she saw it.

They fled the scene.
They didn't try and help the victim.

Maybe.

DS Thomas speaking.

All right, thank you.
Thank you for letting me know.

Sir, that was the hospital.

Eve Wilding has
regained consciousness.

Shall we go and talk to her now?
Yeah.

Sir, I have an update on the car.

Er, I'll catch up, Naomi.

So the hire car company confirmed
that the crack on the bumper

was not there at the start of the week

when the Mills family
picked up the vehicle.

But I'm struggling to recover
anything that confirms

that it was that car
that hit Benny LaCroix.

No blood, no fibres,
not even any mud on it!

I reckon someone gave it a clean,
washed away the evidence.

But I guess if Orla was trying
to cover up the accident,

that's what she'd do, right?

Yeah, that is what you'd do.

That's exactly what you would do.

You'd try and cover it up, right?

And after you'd done that,
then it...

It would just wash away.

Couldn't pick anything from
the crime scene.

No fingerprints, footprints,
clothing fibres.

Of course! That's what happened.

Sir? It must have been
what happened!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
where are you going?

Eve's bedroom.
The answer lies in Eve's bedroom.

Oh, it's the Commissioner.
Can you take it?

Just tell him I'm, you know,
solving the case.

Yo, Commissioner,
what can I do for you?

Three people in a room.

They never left each other's sight,
and yet,

one of them strangled Eve
on the terrace.

Orla was right.

Unless they all agreed on the
same lie, it couldn't have happened.

It didn't happen, I'm sure of it.

So the Commissioner's at the lab,
and the pathologists have an idea

of what caused Benny LaCroix's death.

I'm willing to bet he wasn't
hit by a car, right?

How did you know that?

Here it is.

The answer to all of our questions.

Is it a cranny, sir?

Are you sure you're up to
talking with me?

Maybe it's easier if I start
by telling you what we know.

Thank you all for gathering here.

Now, the events that occurred here
two nights ago

have been a long time in the making.

In the intervening 18 years since
you had a brief affair with Callum

and the subsequent pregnancy,

you must have always known that,
if the truth ever came out,

it would hurt a number of people
close to you.

Although even in your
darkest moments,

I imagine you never anticipated it
would end as tragically as it has.

A paternity test confirmed that
Jonty wasn't really Astrid's dad.

And we know Jonty's tragic death
followed from that revelation.

Orla and your husband
took the decision not to tell

the Gardai the whole truth.

And ever since, Astrid has been
dealing with the fact

that her father, the man she
loved for her entire life,

wasn't her real father.

It was, in fact,
a long-time family friend.

She's been living with that secret

until she couldn't bear it any longer,

and she eventually revealed it
to the one person

who was oblivious to
the whole thing.

Astrid told you about
your husband and Orla,

that he was her real father,
not Jonty.

There's something you need to know.

Jonty isn't my dad, Callum is.

And it was always Eve's phone call
that was bothering us,

right from the start,

even when we found out what it was
that she was referring to -

that Orla and Eve had hit someone
with their car.

Why would she describe what happened
to Benny LeCroix as murder

if it was just a hit and run,
if it was just an accident?

Indeed, the postmortem results
confirm that Benny suffered

blunt force trauma consistent with
an RTI, a road traffic incident.

But the pathologist reckons that
those injuries were survivable.

The real cause of death
was drowning.

When you went looking for Benny that
night, you found him, didn't you?

Is he dead?

And in that split-second,
you made a decision.

Well, help me!

Maybe it was guilt that drove you
to do what you did next,

or maybe it was simply
self-preservation.

You'd already lost a husband,

and now you were facing
losing a daughter and a best friend.

I did it for Eve.

I didn't want her to suffer
for our actions.

I genuinely thought he was dead.

I thought if we could hide him,

you know, get him away
from the scene,

that she could walk away
from all this.

But that wasn't what Eve wanted,
was it?

When you got back here to the house,
Eve wanted to call the police.

Orla, what have we done?

We have a chance of coming away
from this with our lives intact.

In your mind, you'd fixed
the situation.

Now it was just a case of
sitting tight, holding your nerve,

and playing happy families
until you could get off the island.

But Eve couldn't do that, could she?

I didn't want to go along
with her plan.

I just couldn't.

I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

I don't know who you are any more.

For Christ's sake.

I was so scared.

That wasn't Orla in front of me.
That wasn't my friend.

It was just the look on her face,
you know?

It was sheer terror.

But then she just got up
and walked away from me.

Unaware that her fate
was already sealed.

You see, victims of manual
strangulation can sometimes,

if they survive, later on,
find that their airway swells.

Sometimes there can be
a delay between strangulation

and passing out.

And I think that's exactly
what happened to Eve by that pool

when she was on the phone.

The effects of your earlier assault
finally kicked in.

But there wasn't a mark on her.

That's true, and my guess is
Orla managed to convince Eve

that it would be better
for everyone involved

if the events that happened
between them never came to light.

You covered Eve's bruising
with concealer.

But, by that time,
Eve's mind was already made up.

She was going to report
Benny Lacroix's murder

to the police, and she knew she
had to do it discreetly

and not cause a scene,
and play along with your game.

And then she passed out in the pool.

And, of course, the water
washed away the concealer

and revealed the fingermarks
from your earlier attack.

Like so much in this case,

some things can only remain hidden
for so long.

Orla Mills, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Benny Lacroix

and the attempted murder
of Eve Wilding.

Are you sure it's all right?

It's not evidence or nothing?

It's fine. You have our permission.

And you won't breathe a word
to my Tiffany about

the fact her table decorations
got mixed up in a murder case?

She might think it a bad omen.

Our lips are sealed, Cornelius.

You just go and give that girl
the best day of her life.

You bet I will.
And thanks for all your efforts.

How was Eve?

Fragile. I guess that's the word.

Yeah.

Sir, Marlon and I can finish
processing Mrs Mills

if you want to head on home.

I'm sure your sister will be waiting.

Yeah. I should probably get back.

And, thanks, Naomi.

This was a tough case, and I'm glad
I was working on it with you.

Thank you, sir.

Izzy, I'm back.

Izzy? You all right?

Izzy?

Can I come in?

"Hiya, Nev. Surprise.

"Thanks for letting me kip
at your place the last week.

"I came here for some
breathing space,

"and I think now I need it
more than ever,

"so I'm continuing this journey
solo from here.

"Not sure where or for how long.

"So, hasta la vista, big brother.

"Love, Izzy.

"PS, if you hadn't worked it out..."

"I'm pregnant!"

The victim is local reggae rapper
Infamous T.

Whoever it was cut the lights, fired
a single shot across the stage,

killing our victim.

You think one of us helped
get Trenton get killed?

The financial check you asked me
to do on your sister?

It's come back.

Izzy's unpredictable
at the best of times.

No telling what she's going to
be like when she's pregnant

and on the run from reality.

We got a possible suspect, sir.
Layla Carpenter.

Layla?
You know her?

We used to hustle the same patch,
back in the day.

She took me under her wing,
showed me the ropes.

You're going to have to
bring her in.

She's a key witness in this case,
and possibly still even a suspect.