All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - S11E05 (EN)

♪ Today, I am invincible

♪ Eh, eh!

♪ And I'm coming in for the fight

♪ You can't break me, no

♪ I won't shatter, I am mystical

♪ Mind over matter

♪ Today I am

♪ Coming into the light

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Am I invincible? ♪

Ayana? Group therapy's starting.

I know we say one day at a time,
but I need goals.

Something to aim for
like I used to have.

Before I got messed up.

Ariel, do you recognise
what Evann's talking about?

I know I feel lost when I don't use.

So, what's the answer, do we think?

How do we reconcile our known past,
with our unknown future?

By accepting what we did
and forgiving it.

And then?

Try not to balls it all up again?

Anything more you'd like
to add to that, Ayana?

If you keep making the
same mistake...

the only way it will change,
is if you want it to.

Darlene, I'm heading off.
You've got my number if you need me.

Night, Dr Fuller.

Good evening, sweetheart. Hey.

There you go.

So, I finally got my niece
to play that song of yours.

And, girl, you've got soul.

You know, the sooner we hurry up and
get you singing again, the better.

Yeah, I reckon so.

Thanks, Darlene.
Have a good evening.

Ayana? You running with me?

Ayana? You up yet?

Commissioner Patterson.
I am so grateful to you for coming.

Ms Curtis?

Darlene, please.

It was Dwayne who told me
to ask for you.

Was it now? DI Parker.

Sorry, you're friends with Dwayne.

Well, we used to be a bit more
than friends, but we stay in touch.

And that's why I called him today,

as soon as they started pointing
the finger at me.

How do you mean?

They're trying to say that it's my
fault that that poor girl is dead.

And I swear to you it's not.

Why don't you and I go inside,

while DI Parker checks in
with his team? Sir.

Victim's name is Ayana Jelani.

She's a pop singer from the UK.

Two of the staff members
here unlocked the room this morning,

when she wouldn't respond.

So, what do we think happened?

Paramedics reckon the swollen lips
and rash on her neck

suggest anaphylaxis.

And the only thing she was
allergic to was aspirin.

Both staff and patients were aware
and made sure not to give her any.

But if she knew she had
a serious allergy,

why wasn't she carrying
an epinephrine injector?

A what? You know, an EpiPen
a massive injection of adrenaline.

Anyone with a serious allergy
carries one, they're life-saving.

I assume that's what this mess
is all about.

She was trying to find it
in her bag.

And there it is, right at the bottom
of the bag.

0.3 mg EpiPen.

So, why didn't Ayana find it?

Marlon, if you would.

So how did she end up taking aspirin
if she knew it was

the one thing she was allergic to?

The only medication she was given
last night before bed was

a Temazepam to help her sleep.

And we looked around,
there's no aspirin packet in here.

Any other consumables?
Uh, none that we could find.

Huh. Well, that's a bit odd.

What is, sir?

This toothbrush is upside down.

Yeah?

Well, no-one puts their toothbrush
back like that, do they?

When you finish brushing,

you put it back the other way
around, brush-side up. Right?

Uh, yeah, I suppose so.

Then why is it the wrong way around?

Maybe she wasn't thinking about
it much? Hmm.

Take a photo, would you?
Of the upside-down toothbrush?

Of the upside-down toothbrush, yes.

This is Dr Mark Fuller.

Clinical Director here at
Ocean View. Doctor.

This is Ayana's mother,
Sandra White.

She's been staying nearby.

I'm sorry for your loss, Ms White.

Uh, do you mind me asking why it was
Ayana came here?

Her record company advised it

after she'd missed a couple of gigs.

She'd been partying too much,
drinking, taking stuff.

A year ago, she had a brief
relationship with a man

and when they split up,

he released some photos of her,
internet photos.

Everybody started piling onto her.

Social media, the tabloids.

People can be so cruel.

Ayana used alcohol and drugs
to cope.

Well, can you talk me through
what happened last night?

I left for home at ten.

And Darlene was just about to begin
the evening round of medication.

And that's when Ayana was
given Temazepam?

Was supposed to be given it.

Supposed to, until someone
gave her an aspirin instead.

I told you, I did not do that.

I know I'm new at this job,
but I would not make

a mistake like that.

I read every label carefully.

And were other patients
receiving medications?

Yes.

Were either of them being
prescribed aspirin?

Could that have maybe led
to a mix-up? No.

We weren't prescribing
anyone aspirin.

The only two other doses
administered that night

were Benzodiazepine for withdrawal
for Evann Parry.

And Mesalamine for Ariel Fanshaw,

which is a slow-release
anti-inflammatory.

Right, Doctor?

Mm.

When was the last time your daughter
had an allergic reaction?

When she was ten.

First time she'd taken it.

We were careful after that.
Avoided it ever since.

Until now.

Can I help you, miss?

Can we talk... please?

You finish loading up, Marlon.

Sir? Hm? How well do you know
Darlene Curtis?

Hmm, our paths have only crossed
a handful of times.

But she's never been in trouble
as far as I know.

I have to say, my instinct
is to believe her.

OK, sir. So, if we're assuming,
for the moment,

that it wasn't Darlene that gave
Ayana aspirin, it means someone else

did, and it didn't look to me like
it was an accident.

Naomi? This is Ariel.

She's a patient here and...

well, why don't you tell them
what you told me?

Someone's been watching us here.

I mean, watching Ayana.

In the woods, right?

You saw this person?

But Ayana had.

She was scared.

Any idea who it might have been?

No, she didn't say.

OK, well, thank you for telling us,
Ariel.

Curious.

So, at 7.35, Ayana returns to
her bedroom after her evening meal.

Then later that evening,
she takes a Temazepam

administered by Darlene Curtis
at 10.05.

And no-one else is seen coming
to or from Ayana's room until...

8.32 the next morning, when
Ariel Fanshaw knocked on her door.

Anaphylaxis happens quickly.

Like, minutes.

Which means it was either the pill
that Darlene gave her that

caused it, or she ingested aspirin
at some point during the night.

Which she wouldn't choose to do
because she's allergic to it.

So, what happened? How did aspirin
get into Ayana's system?

But, sir, if someone wanted to kill
Ayana by giving her some aspirin,

how would they know that she
wouldn't be able

to find her injector-thingy?

You're right, it's another thing
that doesn't make sense.

Look, until we get the postmortem
and toxicology report back,

we're just groping around in
the dark anyway.

Let's call it a night
and regroup tomorrow.

Oh, Naomi. Obviously,
we're spread very thin.

Uh, how would you feel about
stepping up?

You know, giving me a hand on top
of your uniform duties.

I'd love that, sir. Great.

Just until the Commissioner finds
a new DS.

Yes, of course. Just happy to help.

Right, um, see you in the morning,
sir.

Yeah, night, Inspector. Night.

Evening, Catherine.

Just thought I'd pop by for
a quick sundowner.

I'm glad you came by.

I've got some messages
to pass on to you.

Messages? From your sister.

What, Izzy? Why's she phoning you?

Oh, she said she's lost your number
and remembered you mentioning my bar

when you were back home
at Christmas.

What did she want?

Here. I wrote it all down.

"Call Izzy ASAP."

"Don't call, going out."

"Came home early. Can talk now."

"You'd better not be ignoring me,
Bumhead."

There's a little smiley face next
to this. She asked me to draw that.

I'm sorry you've had to deal with
this, Catherine. It's fine.

I like her. She's funny.

That's one way of describing her,
yeah. So, come on.

Call her back, before you forget.

Absolutely not. We don't speak for
months and then suddenly

she calls me out of the blue.

I know Izzy. This has got
trouble written all over it.

I'll deal with this later.

Right, what have we got?

We currently have a young woman

who died of a fatal allergic
reaction to aspirin.

But we have no idea when,

why or how she ended up consuming
said aspirin.

So, until proven otherwise, we're
treating the death as suspicious.

Something's not right.

We're missing a photo.

Really? I thought I had it covered.
Don't mind me, you just carry on.

OK. Our victim's name is
Ayana Jelani.

22 years of age, born and raised
in Hammersmith, London.

Father died when she was 11.
Raised by her mother after that.

Man, she signed a million-dollar
contract when she was just 17.

What am I doing with my life?

So, as we know, she's had a bit
of a rough time

in the papers, on social media.

Turns out she'd contacted
the UK Police about it.

A suspected stalker. Really?

Sounds like someone got her
home address

and was writing some pretty
nasty letters. Threatening.

So, if someone was spying on her at
the clinic...

Could be connected, right?
Yeah, maybe.

Let's see if we can get a copy of
that case file.

Oh, here it is!

Oh, that's what you meant.

Yup. Our topsy-turvy toothbrush.

Right, so, if we're saying that
Ayana was poisoned,

let's start with the five people she
had contact with in Saint Marie.

Her mother, Sandra White.

Been staying at the Paradise Bay
Hotel ever since Ayana

checked in to rehab.

Worked as a hairdresser

and then became Ayana's manager
when her career started to take off.

What about this guy?
Dr Mark Fuller.

Psychiatric Consultant and

Clinical Director at Ocean View.

Worked in a high-end clinic in
Mayfair up until two years ago,

when he moved to Saint Marie.

Yeah, I came across some chatter on
a couple of online patients' forums.

Sounds like he left under
a bit of a cloud.

Inappropriate behaviour.

Uh, I left a message for the clinic
in Mayfair to call me back.

What about these two?
Evann Parry and Ariel Fanshaw.

Obviously, patient confidentiality

means we can't access the files at
the clinic, but what do we know?

Evann was born and raised in Wales.

Moved to London to work in the City,
in finance.

Seems like Ariel comes from
a pretty rich family.

Left school when she was 16.

And there's not much we know
after that.

Which leaves us with this lady.

Health care assistant Darlene
Curtis.

Morning, Dr Fuller.

Um, I'm going to ask Monique
to cover your shift today, Darlene.

And for the foreseeable.

I think, um, in light of what's
happened,

it's probably best if, you know...

Oh, no, you don't.

Sorry?

I know my rights.

Innocent until proven guilty.

I have done nothing wrong.

So, if you'll excuse me, Dr Fuller,
I have patients to take care of.

Say, sir...

Yeah? You should see this.
It's from Ayana's bag.

I checked with Darlene.

She said Ayana had been writing
that morning on the beach.

Ayana.

Group therapy's starting.

But there's nothing written in it.
It's blank.

And, look, the top two pages
have been torn off.

Nothing in the bin in Ayana's room?

Huh.

Sir. Yeah?

That was the secretary at
Dr Fuller's old clinic in London.

That cloud he left under... Big one?

Apparently, he'd been having
a relationship

with one of his female patients,
much younger than him.

Guess who it was?

No way.

It was about three years ago.

When Ayana would've been 19.

She'd never really come to terms
with the death of her father.

She developed some addictive
tendencies in her teens

to cope with his loss.

That's why she came to see you?

She was writing her first album
at the time.

The pressure was on.

She turned to her vices.

And you, as a qualified
and professional psychiatrist,

decided it would be appropriate
to begin a relationship with her?

It really wasn't like that.

So, what was it like?

I was feeling pretty lost myself,
back then.

I'd just come out of a divorce.

I was feeling bruised.

And I lost perspective.

I could tell Ayana was developing
feelings for me.

So, you took advantage of that?
No. No.

Well...

Look, I deeply regret my actions.

But you need to understand,

we were both in need
of emotional comfort.

We were able to give that
to each other.

How long did this go on for?
About four months.

And then I came to my senses.

So, I ended it, told Ayana
it was wrong

and we couldn't see each other again
and we didn't.

Until she came here? Yes.

And how did that happen?

Well, she reached out to me.

Said she was in a bad place again.

Everything that was going on in her
life, and...

So, the record company suggested
that she seek help, go to rehab.

But it was her choice to come here?
Hm.

And since she's been here,
have you...? No. No.

There was nothing between us,
I swear.

I was here to help.

That's all I wanted to do.

I want to talk to that detective
right now!

Please, Mr Parry,
you can't go barging in there...

Seriously, open the door. Get out
here now! Mr Parry, just calm down.

You think Ayana was murdered,
don't you?

We're just covering our bases.
I know who did it.

I've had my doubts about her since
I got here.

I thought I had issues,
but that one...

Mr Parry, who are you talking about?

Ariel. I saw her giving Ayana
an aspirin the same night she died.

Are you sure?

Look, Ayana was in Ariel's room,
right.

I was passing, it was gone six

and I saw Ayana taking this
white capsule from her.

Next thing, I find out that Ayana's
had an allergic reaction

and they're saying it's murder.

I wouldn't... didn't kill Ayana.

She was my friend.

But you were seen giving her
a white capsule

the same night that she died.

Are you denying that?

Ariel, look at me.

All we want is to try
and work out why Ayana died.

And I know you want to help with
that, right?

I did give her something.

But it wasn't aspirin.

They're natural supplements.

Goldenseal root? Turmeric capsules?

Olive leaf extract. Magnesium.

That's what I gave her.

Magnesium. It helps with stress.

Look, Ayana was like me.

She didn't like what they prescribed
us here.

She preferred natural remedies.

Did the clinic know you had these?
Of course.

Dr Fuller insists on total honesty
from us.

Anyone else know about them?

Just Evann, it seems.

She could still have given
Ayana aspirin,

but claimed it was
a magnesium supplement.

But why? As far as we know,
the two were good friends.

And even if she did, we know that
Ayana didn't die

till about four hours later.

It wouldn't take that long for
an allergic reaction to kick in.

Marlon. What you got?

Who?

She's what? OK, I'll be right there.

You all right, sir?
I don't believe this.

Izzy! What are you doing here?

Here he is! Oh, come on, give me
a hug.

No, seriously, what's going on?
I've come to visit.

And if you'd bothered to call me
back, I could've let you know.

What, let me know the day before
you got on the plane? Yeah.

Well, it was all a bit last-minute,
to be honest, but you know me,

Little Miss Spontaneity!
Don't do that.

Hi! I'm Naomi.

Oh, nice to meet you, Naomi.
I'm Izzy. His sister.

Yeah, I got that.

Look, I know you hate surprises,

but I had a bit of holiday to take
and I just thought, "Why not?"

You must be a tiny bit pleased
to see me, Nev?

You don't change, do you?
No, neither do you.

You sure you don't want a pully
on over all that?

You know it's pushing 40 out there.

I'm a detective, all right?
I'm supposed to look smart!

Oh, whatever. Come on!
What about this hug?

Ah! Ah, you've missed me, really.

No, I have not.

I'm in the middle of a case.

How about I get Marlon
to run you over to my place

and then you can settle in,
all right?

Marlon? Please? Sounds good.
Thank you, Marlon. Oh.

Oh, great. Hello, sir.

Afternoon, everyone. Sir. Sir.

I see we have a visitor.

Uh, yes, sir. This is my sister,
Izzy,

who was just leaving, weren't you?

Oh. So, this is the Commissioner.

My reputation appears to precede me.

No, not at all, sir, it doesn't.

She's... she's thinking of someone
else. Can you leave now, please?

Nice to meet you, Commissioner.

Hopefully, we can have a proper
chinwag some time.

Compare notes about this one. Hm.

I'd enjoy that very much.

See ya!

Uh...

Sorry about that, sir. Not at all.

I wondered whether you'd read
the postmortem

and toxicology reports yet?

Not yet, sir. Is there an issue?

The postmortem states Ayana died
of anaphylaxis.

And toxicology confirms traces
of aspirin in her system.

However... No traces of Temazepam
in her system at all.

So, Darlene Curtis didn't give Ayana
a Temazepam.

Must've been a mistake, then, right?

She must have given Ayana
aspirin instead?

No, that just can't be right.

Is it possible someone
interfered with the dose

between you taking it from
the meds cupboard

and administering it to the patient?

There was no-one.
I went straight to Ayana's door.

No-one came near me all the while.

Could someone have removed
the Temazepam from the container

and then refilled it with aspirin?

That's not possible. Why not?

There's only one key to
the meds cupboard.

I've been on shift the last two
days.

So, no-one else had access
to it between

the last dose of Temazepam that
I gave to Ayana

and the one that I gave her on
the night she died.

You know I...

took this job because I wanted
to try and help people.

But now even I'm starting to believe

that I gave that girl the wrong
medication.

Sir. Hm?

If someone else did kill Ayana,
they're doing a very good job

of making it look like Darlene
is to blame.

Someone's framing her, you mean?

Commissioner?

I, um, just wanted to check
that you were OK?

Given everything that's
been happening.

I'm not sure if I am.

I don't know what's going on.

Why is this happening to me?

I don't know, but I can promise you,
we will get to the truth of this.

I'll make sure of it.

Sir, don't you think that
you're overthinking

the upsy-downsy nature of
the victim's toothbrush?

Very possibly, Marlon.

But then again... very possibly not.

Sir. Hm?

I've been going through
Ayana's emails on her laptop

and... before she came to Ocean View.

It was Dr Fuller who contacted her,

not the other way round,
like he said.

"I know how tough things must be
for you right now."

"If you're in need of support,"

"there's a room here for you
whenever you want it."

Why would he make contact with her
again like that?

After everything that happened.

Well, either he was trying
to make up for past mistakes

that he'd made, or he still had
feelings for her.

Sir. Hm?

I've got some files on Ayana's
stalker back in London.

Have you had a chance
to go through them?

Started out as some pretty standard
trolling from

an anonymous Twitter account,
but then it got pretty nasty.

Started sending letters
to her home address.

Two months ago, Ayana returned
to her flat

to find it had been broken into.

Nothing was taken, but her bedroom
had been messed up

and a message was left.

That's horrible!

These letters are nasty, aggressive,
threatening violence, misogynistic.

Some guy getting off on
tormenting Ayana?

But if Ayana did see somebody
in the woods, spying on her,

could it be the same guy? Hm.

You know, I'm sure there's more
Ariel wanted to say about whoever

has been hiding in the woods.

Maybe I should speak to her again.

OK, see what you can get.

All right, let's call it a day.

Some of us have uninvited
house guests to entertain.

Oh, yeah, by the way, sir,
your sister's awesome.

It's so weird that you two
are related,

because she's just like really cool
and funny and chilled

and you're... well, you know.

Thank you, Marlon.

Right, I'm going to head home before
Marlon sinks the knife in any more.

Night, sir. Sorry, sir.
No, it's fine.

Night, Inspector. Night.

So, have you heard anything about us
getting a new DS?

I guess they're still looking.

You know, what?

I reckon, maybe,
they're lining you up for it.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't think I'm ready yet

and I don't think they do either.

Not exactly beating my door down,
are they?

No, I'm sorry, Marlon,
I've got to clear this up.

I may not be the most chilled person
in the world and I'm not very cool,

but, I mean, I can do funny, right?

Absolutely, sir. You're hilarious.

Night. Night. Night!

What the...?

What...?

I mean... All right, Nev? Hey!

I didn't hear you come back.

I'm starving. Are you starving?
Shall we go out?

Is there anywhere good round here?
Well...

I'll need a shower first,

so a bit of privacy would be
preferred, s'il vouz plait! Hold on!

I'm in hell, Harry.

This is actual hell.

Wondered if you fancied
some company

and a bit of home-cooked
Caribbean food?

It's so nice to meet you in person.
And you, Catherine.

Neville never stops talking about
you and this place.

I feel like we're friends already.

Maybe we should have
a day out together.

We can share Neville stories.

Can people stop saying that?

That'd be lovely, Catherine. Deffo.

You've finally started wearing
shorts, I see.

It's only taken you 30-odd years.

Who would've thunk it, eh?

Neville Parker moving to
the Caribbean to find himself.

You sure you're my brother?

What about you?

What brings Izzy Parker out here?

Well, it's like I said. I just
fancied a bit of sun and, uh...

I get to see you.

Come on. I know you.

I've been here two years
and not so much as a visit

and now, suddenly,
out of the blue, here you are.

What's really going on?

It's me and Mike.
Things aren't good.

We're not talking. He's moved out.

Or rather, I've kicked him out,
stupid, useless idiot that he is.

Oh, no. What happened?

He's asked me to marry him.

Is that not a nice thing?

No. It's an awful, hideous thing.

You know me, Nev. I don't want to
get married. I need my freedom.

Haven't you been living together
for, like, five years?

Yeah, but that's different.
Marriage is...

It's just not me.

I hate weddings. They're so obvious.
And naff.

It's really got to me, has this.

Mike's deadly serious about it so
I at least owe him

giving the idea time and
consideration.

So, that's why I'm here.

If you cause me any trouble while
you're out here, I swear...

I won't, Nev.

I promise, I won't.

Have you been in rehab before?

My parents keep trying
to sort me out.

And I just keep letting them down.

May I ask, what happened?

I get anxious.

I always have.

Using helps me function.

Helps me get through each day.

Hm. I look at someone like you

and I just wish I had that
kind of confidence.

Ariel, do you mind if
I ask you something?

It's about Ayana.

The other morning when you told us

she was scared of whoever it was
hiding in the woods,

there was something else you wanted
to say.

Any idea who it might have been?

Thank you so much, Dr Fuller.

I was with Ayana a few days ago.

And she, um, she saw a light
reflected in the trees.

Some movement.

There's someone out there.

I said that we should tell
Dr Fuller.

You know, to get someone
to look into it.

But she said there was no point.

She knew why someone was out there.

She said it was all her mum's doing.

What did she mean by that?
I don't know.

But I remember her saying...

the way her mum carried on...

she'd be the death of Ayana.

Ariel, thank you so much
for talking to me.

I really appreciate it. Of course.

Have a good night. You, too.

Hello?

Someone there?

Hello?

Mr Parry!

I can still feel her here... Ayana.

I'm sorry,
but this is a crime scene.

You can't just force your way in.

I didn't, it was already like that.

The door was already busted open?

Stop! Police!

I said, police! Stop!

In case you haven't realised,
you're under arrest.

Gerald Wigsworth. 56 years of age.

London born and bred.

Spent most of his life working

as a tabloid journalist
and photographer.

Though, looking online,

he hasn't had much work published
for a few years now.

Yes, says his last job was
with the News Of The World.

They closed down a while back.

This was in his bag.

Had a quick check. There's tonnes of

photos of Ayana during her stay at
the clinic, dating back two weeks.

Most of them taken from a distance,
out in the woods.

So, it wasn't Ayana's stalker.

It was a paparazzo.

Look, I'm not denying it, all right?

But in this business, you've got to
go where the story takes you.

That's why you broke into our
crime scene? To take pictures?

Going the extra mile.

But if this was such a good story,

why have we not seen it
in the papers?

You've been here two weeks now.

You've not had any articles
published for a long while.

Editors are a different breed
these days.

They're wary of my type,
the old guard.

So, no-one was interested in buying
the story?

Not at first.

But now... Ayana's dead.

It's the old cliche,
sex and death and all that.

Yeah, it doesn't look very good for
you, though, does it, Mr Wigsworth?

The papers weren't keen, but now
Ayana's dead in rehab and here

you are on the ground, pictures
ready to go.

Hold on a sec.

You're not seriously suggesting
I killed her?

I mean, I may be underhand,
but I'm not that bloody underhand!

I wouldn't kill for a story. Ever.

According to one of the patients,
Ayana believed it was her mother's

doing that you were out there,
in the woods. Is that true?

Sandra and I, we go way back.

Grew up on the same estate.

She knew I was in need of work.

It was her that tipped you off?

She was worried about Ayana's
profile dipping

when she was in rehab.

Wanted to keep her in
the public consciousness.

Sandra was just playing the game.

Sir. Yeah?

I've got something you should see.

I've found some photos on
Gerry Wigsworth's camera,

taken on Ayana's last morning,
when she was on the beach.

I think the reason those front pages
were ripped out of her notebook,

was because...

Ayana ripped them out herself.

She folds them up and puts them
in an envelope.

She was sending a letter.
But who to?

Marlon, can you go back a few
pictures to before

she tears the pages out?

Can you zoom in on that?
I'll try my best.

"Dear, Mum, this is the hardest
thing I've ever had to do,"

"but I can't go on like this
any more."

"The past few weeks in rehab have
made me realise how dysfunctional"

"my relationship is with you,
and that needs to end."

Now, we were only able to enlarge
some sections of the first page,

but I think the gist is
pretty clear.

She'd decided to leave rehab that
same night, go back to her life

and move on without you.

I had to raise that girl
all on my own.

When Clinton died,

the responsibility,
it all fell on my shoulders.

And it was hard doing it all,
just me.

So, when Ayana showed some talent
and started earning money...

I could stop worrying.

That's why you became her manager?

Finally, there was money coming.
I had some security.

And I just wanted to make sure it
stayed like that.

But if she was going to part ways,
you'd lose it all again. Right?

Except now, YOU inherit everything.

You think I did it?
Killed my own daughter?

It's a strong motive, Ms White.

I get that.

You're right, it is.

Huh, yeah, there's just one
minor detail.

The day that she died, I didn't go
anywhere near that clinic.

So, you can check your CCTV
and you'll see.

If it was me that gave her an
aspirin, how the hell did I do it?

We'll need the full letter that
Ayana sent to you.

Commissioner. Sir, can you take
a look at this, please?

I think I found our new
detective, Sergeant.

Oh, that's great news, sir.

I'm just on my way to confirm
the transfer now.

Afternoon. Sir.

Right, well, I have no idea where we
go from here with this case...

Say something to him.
No. It's OK, really.

Speak to him.

No, Marlon. Just leave it.

If you don't do it, I will.
Don't you dare!

Hey! What is going on with you two?

I'm trying to solve a murder case
here! Nothing, sir. Sorry, sir.

Sir. I know it's not my call,

but I really think you should give
Sergeant Thomas the DS job.

Because she really wants it

and I think she'd be really good
at it because, you know,

she's really cool.

I did not want him to do that, sir.

Is it true? You want the job?

Kind of. But I know I'm maybe not
ready yet and I still have a lot

to learn, so I completely understand

if you don't want to give me
the job.

Look, Naomi, I just...

The truth is, and having been

somewhat put on the spot here,
you...

I absolutely think we should give
you the job.

I'm sorry, what? Well, in the
last 12 hours on this case,

you befriended a vulnerable witness

and gathered vital information
from her.

And arrested a potential suspect.

At the same time, you worked out who
it was that was spying on Ayana

which, in turn, explain why

two pages were ripped out of
her notebook.

And in doing so, uncovered a very
strong motive for her own mother.

I mean, that's extremely impressive
detective work.

I think you'd be an excellent DS.

You do? Yeah.

Sir, don't you think you should go
and speak to the Commissioner,

you know, before he gives somebody
else the job?

Sir!

Sir!

Sir! Sir, sir, sir!

Inspector? What are you doing?

Sir, I'm sorry.

Look, I think Sergeant Thomas
should be our new DS.

I know it's a big step up,
but she'll give it her all, sir.

And after today, I think she'll
keep me on my toes.

You're sure about this?
Positive, sir.

I guess the answer was inside our
station all along.

Inside all along?

Which is to say,
it was there from the start.

That's what I gave her, magnesium.
It helps with stress.

She'd decided to leave rehab
that same night

and move on without you.

Did the clinic know you had these?

Of course. Dr Fuller insists on
total honesty from us.

Now, isn't that the strangest thing?

The file on Ayana's stalker.
Where is it?

I'll get it for you, sir, but you
should take a look at that letter.

It's the second page, sir. The bit
we couldn't see on the photo.

Ayana's written something else.
What?

Her plan to leave rehab,
she was not doing it alone. Look.

"I've met someone here.
Another patient."

"He's broken, damaged, like me."

"But we can help each other."

Evann Parry? He and Ayana were
having a relationship together.

He was going to finish his treatment
at Ocean View,

then in a month's time,
join her on tour.

And it sounded like things were
really serious between them.

Yeah, of course.

Of course, really serious.

It would have to have been.

That's why she had to die.

Has he solved it yet? Marlon.
The letters that the stalker sent.

And when Ayana's flat was
broken into.

Can you get the dates for me,
please? I'm on it, sir.

You've worked it out, then?

Yes, sir, I think I have.

It didn't make any sense...

and now it does.

Ayana Jelani's death
initially appeared to be

nothing more than a tragic accident,

facilitated by an unwitting
health care assistant,

who, it seemed, gave her
the wrong medication by mistake.

Our murderer assumed Ms Curtis
would roll over

and concede the error she appeared
to have made.

What they underestimated was her own
strength of conviction.

Is that not so, Dr Fuller?

Sorry? What...?

I don't...

We know that you murdered Ayana and
then tried to frame Darlene for it.

No. No, that's not... I didn't.

Yes, Doctor, you did.

And now we're going to prove it.

The pill Darlene Curtis gave
to Ayana on the night she died

was exactly what it was supposed
to be a 10mg Temazepam.

There was no evidence of Temazepam
in her system

because Ayana didn't actually
swallow that pill.

We know that Ayana had issues with

the medication she was being
given here.

She didn't like what they prescribed
for us here.

She preferred to use
natural supplements.

So, we believe that when she was
given that Temazepam,

she pretended to swallow it.

And instead hid it underneath her
tongue, so that she could then

remove it and dispose of it later.

I believe you knew, Dr Fuller,

because Ayana had already admitted
it to you.

Because you insisted on totally
honestly, right? Nothing less.

And in acquiring that information,

you were able to formulate
a plan to murder Ayana.

It was the mention of
slow-release Mesalamine

that first got me thinking.

A capsule that dissolved
more slowly,

delaying the release
of whatever was inside it.

What if one was filled with,
for example, aspirin,

and a young woman who happened to be
allergic to aspirin consumed one?

You wouldn't see a reaction
straight away.

It would only be after a few hours
when the pill had fully dissolved.

Which was exactly what happened
with Ayana.

Dr Fuller acquired some clear,
empty, slow-release capsules

and filled them with crushed
aspirin.

And once you did, you switched the
white magnesium powder capsules

with white aspirin capsules.

So that when Ariel gave what she
thought was a magnesium pill

to Ayana, it was actually

a slow-release capsule
containing aspirin.

To guarantee that Ayana died from
an allergic reaction,

you had to make sure she was unable
to use her EpiPen to save herself.

So, at a convenient moment,
you stole it from her bag.

Leaving the stage now set for Ayana
to die alone in her room

of anaphylactic shock.

We know you were one of
the first people on the scene

when Ayana's body was found.

Clear the room.
Call an ambulance.

I'll stay with the body.

While you were waiting for
the paramedics to arrive,

you replaced the EpiPen back where
you found it, in her bag.

So, it would look like Ayana was
unable to get to it in time

to save her life.

Why... why did you do it?

Evann, we read Ayana's letter
to her mother,

explaining how you and her found
each other here

and how you planned to continue
your lives together after rehab.

Unfortunately, for you,

that was the last thing
Dr Fuller wanted.

He'd been having a relationship

with one of his female patients
much younger than him.

And when you as good as lost
your job at the clinic in London

and Ayana ended things with you,

you came here, to try and move on.

But you obviously struggled
to let go of her.

Sir, just like you said.
Thanks, Marlon.

I had Officer Pryce check something
for me.

The dates when three letters were
posted in London.

And the date that Ayana's flat
was broken into.

Because all of these acts were
committed by a suspected stalker

and all of these dates

tally with trips Dr Fuller made back
to the UK,

to attend medical conferences.

Because there was no stalker,
was there?

It was just you trying to scare
Ayana at a time when she was

already spiralling out of control.

You accelerated that process by
triggering her addictions,

making her feel like she was being
stalked, threatened.

Two months ago, Ayana returned

to her flat to find it had been
broken into.

And a message was left.

So she would turn to the one person
who had helped her before.

The one person she hoped would help
her again. You.

Except there was one thing you

never counted on her meeting
someone else.

Someone she had a real connection
with, who she

really cared about and who really
cared about her.

I still feel her here, Ayana.

Which brings us, finally, to this.

It was bothering me from the start.

The upside-down toothbrush we found
in Ayana's bathroom.

Why would anyone do that?

And then I realised, if she was
planning to leave that night,

she will have packed a suitcase,

which meant that you had to
unpack it and replace everything

back where you found it.

Her clothes, her washbag...

her toothbrush.

And in your rush to do so,

you didn't notice, that you'd put
the toothbrush back upside down.

So, to answer your question,
Mr Parry.

Why did Dr Fuller kill Ayana Jelani?

To stop her from leaving.

To stop her being in love
with someone else.

To stop her living.

We were so right together.

Why couldn't she see that?

Make the arrest, please, Marlon.

So, I guess that was our last case
as partners, then, Sarge.

Thank you, Marlon,

for what you did earlier,
at the station.

Saying I'd make a good DS.

That was really nice of you.
Ah, don't mention it.

And, to be honest,
if it means it gets you off my back,

then it's a win for me, really.

That was the owners.

Patients are being relocated
to another clinic

and this place is closing down
for the near future.

After going through all that,
I don't get to keep my job anyway.

But thank you, though, Commissioner.

You listened to me and you
believed me. That is all I wanted.

You know...

we are currently an officer down.

Um, I am not a trained officer
if you hadn't noticed.

I know. But you could come
help us out as a civilian.

You said you wanted to do
a job where you could help people.

So, come help us help people.

Why're you doing this?

I just got this feeling you'd be
a good fit.

What do you say?

I say, let's give it a go.

You know, Dwayne said that you were
a good man.

And he wasn't wrong.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It looks like we have a full team
again. Yes, sir. Thank you.

And I'm glad you agree with me about
Sergeant Thomas.

Hm, I had a feeling she'd prove
her worth.

That feels good. And after all the
recent goings on,

it'd be good to get back to
normal again.

Oh, no!

Er, oh, excuse me, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Uh! On my bed!

Izzy!

Sorry, sorry.

Izzy?

Izzy!

Izzy?

Izzy!

I want to report a murder.

Either Eve was trying to report her
own impending murder

or someone else's murder entirely.
So, realistically,

the only way to
get onto this terrace

is through that house. You mean,
it's one of them that did it?

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

Good morning, Officer.
This really isn't how it looks.

Where's Darlene?

This is a new role for you. I'm keen
to help out in any way I can.

What's happened?
My sister's happened.

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

I hate you, Neville Parker!