All language subtitles for Death.in.Paradise.S13E03.480p.x264-RUBiK

Mr Drake, hi.
Yeah?

You're opening
your fifth Drake resort.

How do you also find time
to run your fund

and competitions like these?

No, this is the main priority.

l've been so blessed
in my career,

all l want to do
is help people up the ladder.

l mean, take this competition.

Sure, l 'll get an amazing
new head chef out of it

but, win or lose,

all these participants
will get a masterclass with me

and huge press exposure.

ANDRl NA: How on earth

are you going to pick
the winner?

Ah, now, that's...

..that's top secret.

CHUCKLES

But what l can tell you

is all these chefs
are ready to cook up a storm.

So why don't you come
and see for yourselves, yeah?

Come on. Let's see.
So here we are, over here...

lNDlSTlNCT CHATTER

DRAKE:
Mayor Bordey. Enchante.

Stanley, ce tres magnifique.
These are works of art.

Well* the red snapper

was provided
by the local fishermen,

and the chefs foraged

for everything else
this morning.

Incredible.

Near* there, chefs!
CHEFS: Yes, chef!

Oh, Mayor Bordey,
Celeste Duvall.

This year's recipient
of the Drake fund?

And the next big thing,
mark my words.

Oh, and now a prodigy
from my ear* days.

All right, Dionne?

She looks very busy.
Perhaps we shouldn't disturb.

Oh, everything on point,
as I'd expect.

Yeah, we aim to please.

ANDRl NA:
So nice to meet you both.

My mum's got
all of your cookbooks.

Couldn't believe it when I saw
that you were competing.

Well, Drake does
some amazing work

with emerging chefs,
so if our presence can bring

a bit more media attention
to his work,

then it's all been worthwhile.

And it's an opportunity
to promote

your latest cookbook.
BOTH LAUGH

We'll have to send a copy
to your mum.

Oh, thank you.
Oh, where are my manners?

Lucky and Tristan Clayborn,

this is Andrina Harper, press,

and this is Mayor Bordey.

Hi, Catie.

Lucky.

l grew up here.

Oh, so you're old friends?

Yes.
Not exactly.

I should find my seat.
Excuse me.

Shall we get a picture?
Yes.

Yeah.
Oh.

DRAKE: The last
finishing touches, everyone.

And that's time!

Come on up, guys.

Grilled red snapper
in an hackee- infused marinade,

served with mango chow.

Texture?

The fish is tender.
Mm- hm.

Marinade is well balanced.

Anything you'd change?

I suppose maybe pulling back
a little on the Scotch bonnet.

Could do.

APPLAUSE

Hey! Yeah!

So, six fantastic dishes,
so let's hear it for our chefs.

APPLAUSE

But before l give
a final decision,

l need to see the clear-up.

A chef's work is not done

until all those surfaces
are sparkling!

In the meantime,
enjoy the resort.

Thank you.

Are you OK?

Oh, hmm. . .

So, Selwyn is happy
to be back at work?

Oh, like a kid at Christmas,
honestly.

It seems to run in the family.

I'm so happy
you had the opportunity

to keep working
while you're here.

DRAKE: Andrina!
Oh, got to go. It's my slot.

Yes?

So, go on, then -
how will you choose the winner?

Hmm!
COUGHS

Ah, well* l wish l could
give you a grown-up answer.

The...

The truth is...l just know.

l can see it - who's gonna
start brilliant and burn out,

who's the outsider
who could outshine them all.

lt's...my superpower -
reading people.

l can see all their strengths

and all their weaknesses.
COUGHS

Everybody's got a pattern...
COUGHS

..and l can always,
always spot it.

Excuse me,
I'm just gonna get some water.

Are you OK?
COUGHS AND GROANS

Oh, my God.

Mr Drake?

So, what do we know
about the deceased?

Stanley Drake, 62,
originally from Glasgow.

Chef turned hotelier.

Moved to the Caribbean
in the '90's.

He now owns five Drake resorts.

This was the latest -

a refurbishment
to open next week.

So he was holding a competition
to find his next head chef?

He's run similar competitions
over the years -

always the same format.

The chefs forage
the raw ingredients

the morning of the competition

and then they critique
their dish with Drake

as a sort of masterclass.

So it's safe to assume
he was pretty wealthy.

So why the cracked watch?

Hmm.

It's stopped.
Mm- hm.

9pm yesterday.

Do we know
what he was doing last night?

Er, he was hosting
a welcome event for the chefs,

but that ended at 7pm.

Inspector, it's make- up.

Looks like
he's covering a bruise.

Could he have been
in a fight of some sort?

Look at his mouth.
It's a burn. A bad one.

The tissue around it
is peeling.

It almost looks like
a chemical burn.

Throat's closed.
Covered in blisters.

Could he have ingested
some sort of poison?

He has blisters
down his throat?

Mm- hm.
Inspector, may I have a look?

Yeah.

I've heard of
this kind of thing once before,

but I've never seen it.

It could be poison
from a local tree,

furium - the fury tree.

It is proper shady stuff,
Inspector.

We're all taught to stay away
from these trees as kids.

Every part of that tree
is poisonous -

the fruit, the sap, the bark.

Hmm ! And there is no antidote.

Right,
get everyone's contact detail's*,

secure the scene
and make sure no-one leaves.

All the chefs foraged
for ingredients this morning.

lt's possible that one of them

foraged furium berries
by accident.

I seriously doubt that,
Inspector.

Well that sign
is pretty hard to miss.

All furium trees have them.

So whoever did this
knew what they were doing.

lf he ingested furium,

it's unlike
it was by accident.

We could be looking
at a murder.

We need to build a picture

of everything
Drake ate or drank today.

I've just spoken
to the resort staff.

Drake refused breakfast
this morning.

Said he wanted an empty stomach

and a clear palate
for the competition.

And there was no food
in his office either.

Andrina has handed over
her Dictaphone and camera

and I 've taken her statement.

Now, she can't be certain,
but she's pretty sure

she only saw him
eat the competition food.

It seems like
that's all he ate today.

But all the chefs ate
their dishes alongside Drake.

lf the poison
was in the competition food,

sure* one of the chefs
would be dead as well.

Let's get the chefs over
and speak to them individuall.

OK, we need to get
all the leftovers tested ASAP.

Oh, bad news there, sir.

There aren't any.

Well, part of
Drake's judging process

was eating the dishes
alongside the chef who made it.

They cleared the plates.
OK.

Darlene, can you do
a sweep of Drake's hotel room?

There might be evidence
of something he ate in there.

Marlon, see what you can
find out about the victim.

Inspector, how much longer
are you gonna keep us here?

My wife and I
have been waiting for ages.

l 'm afraid no-one is going
anywhere for the moment.

We now believe this could be
a murder investigation.

Murder?
That cant be right.

Who on earth would want to do
something like that to him?

Well that's what
we need to find out.

Nobody go anywhere, please.

Naomi : It just doesn't
make sense, Inspector.

Drake was offering them
the opportunity of a lifetime.

Why would any of them
want to kill him?

l don't know.

Excuse me.
What?

What sort of questions
did they ask you in there?

Usual stupid questions
police always ask,

wasting your time.

And you have to submit
your recipe.

Andrina!

Dad, what are you doing here?

Thank you.

You're supposed to be sat
at a desk, taking it easy.

Catherine called me.
I thought...

l thought l should come.

Ah.

Are you...OK?

It was a bit of a shock,

but I am absolutely fine.

Seriously, tough as nails, me.

Runs in the family.

Right, you're supposed
to be keeping

that blood pressure down,
remember?

How could l forget
when you keep reminding me?

Come on, then,

you can drop me off
on your way back to work.

Miss Duvall...

..did you know Stanley Drake?

Every year, Drake selects
an upcoming chef to fund.

This year it's me,
but, um, we'd never met before.

I'd been a fan for years.

He was. . . iconic.

Just being associated
with Drake's name

opens so many doors.

What. . . What happened to him?

We believe he was poisoned.

We're trying to build a picture
of everything

Drake ate or drank today,

any foods he might have
come in contact with.

Can we see your recipe?

Um, the poison,
would it have hurt him?

We can't say anything
for certain at this point.

EXHALES

Miss Duval
that's all we need for now.

Why don't you head home?

EXHALES

Well we can add ''iconic''
to ''a great man''.

Sounds like he went
out of his way

to help people
launch their careers.

Why would anyone
want to kill a man like that?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, Catherine!
We were gonna head round later.

There's something
I think you should know.

One of the chefs,
Lucky Clayborn, she...

EXHALES

We were best friends,
a long time ago,

but one day
she left the island suddenly...

..and I never heard
from her again.

The competition
was the first time I 'd seen her

in 30 years.

During the judging,

I saw her

steal something
from Drake's pocket.

It was

Drake's hotel key fob.

All hotel key fobs

are logged
on an internal system.

The clerk confirms
there was only ever one key fob

for Drake's room.

It wasn't on his body.

So why would Lucky Clayborn
have taken it?

This is Drake's private suite.

Any luck, Darlene?

SlGHS
There's no food inside here

or any wrappers in the bin.

It doesn't look like
he ate anything in here today.

So the on* thing we know
for sure that Drake ate today

was still the competition food.

There is something else
that I found that was strange.

NEVlLLE: A laptop charger?

But there's no laptop.

There was no laptop
in his office either.

Now, I have searched this room
from top to bottom.

It's not here.

I checked Drake's diary.

Now, he was on a video call
this morning

with the board of the hotel.

Now, they've confirmed

that he was on his laptop
this morning.

ls that why Lucky Clayborn
took his key fob?

So she could steal his laptop?

What reason would she have
for wanting to do that?

Mr and Mrs Clayborn?
KNOCKS AT DOOR

Oh, sorry, Inspector.

We're just on our way
out to dinner.

Was there something you needed?

Uh, I think I gave you all
my details back at the resort.

We're actuall here
to see your wife.

That looks painful.

Oh, idiotic, more like. Hmm.

Last few minutes
of the competition.

Never rush when
there's a barbecue involved !

Uh, Lucky? Police are here
to see you, darling.

You two seem like

a different style of chef
to Drake.

Less bells and whistles,
more low- key.

We prefer ''down to earth'',
or ''family-orientated''.

Take it if you like, Inspector,

unless you're one of
those sandwiches

or chicken-and -chips
type of guys.

Hmm.
Imagine.

CHUCKLES

Inspector,
you wanted to speak to me?

Yeah, l was just wondering,

why bother entering
the competition at all

You don't seem to need
the fame or money.

I was raised here.

Saint Marie
will always be my home.

Had you met Drake
before the competition?

Briefly.

About 30 years ago,
I was looking for funding

to start a small partnership
here on Saint Marie.

Drake was visiting the island,
saw my potential

and he encouraged me to open
my own restaurant in Grenada.

I hadn't seen him
since then, though.

What's this about?

We have an eye witness

who saw you taking
Drake's room key fob

during the competition.

Ridiculous!
I did nothing of the sort!

Why on earth
would I take Drake's room key?

Well that's what
I wanted to ask you.

Yes, well, your guess
is as good as mine.

It's nonsense, Inspector.

Who is this eye witness?

We're not
at liberty to disclose.

We know who it was.
Catherine Bordey.

I saw her glaring at Lucky
during the competition.

Inspector, you mustn't listen
to a word that woman says

about my wife.

She's still angry with Lucky

for leaving Saint Marie
years ago-

Catherine would say anything
to get Lucky into trouble.

Well, I don't know
what she thinks she saw,

but I did not take
Drake's key fob.

DRAKE ON DlCTAPHONE:
I can see all their strengths

and all their weaknesses.
COUGHS

Everybody has got a pattern...
COUGHS

..and l can always,
always spot it.

COUGHS

Excuse me, l 'm just gonna
get some water.

DlCTAPHONE BEEPS

I've transcribed it,
Inspector -

Andrina's Dictaphone interview
with Drake.

Poor thing,
her being there when he died.

She must be upset.

Yeah. Thank you.

That was Catherine.

She admits it was from afar,
but she's adamant

she saw Lucky
steal the key fob.

Well l don't doubt Catherine,

but Lucky and Drake hadn't seen
each other for 30 years.

Why would she break
into his hotel room

and steal his laptop?

And even if she did take it,

what does that have to do
with his death?

SlGHS
Let's pick this up tomorrow,

see if the toxicology report
confirms furium.

OK. Who's up for
a drink tonight, then?

Oh, er, l can't.
I 'm working on my blog.

How's that going?

Well it's not getting
that much engagement.

My last blog on conchology
one got four views,

but l think my next post is
gonna really kick things off.

OK, so you're out.

How about you two?
Oh, sir, sir.

What is that?

l 'm trying out
a new mosquito spray.

My next post
is going to be about

environmentall friend*
mosquito repellents.

SlGHS

Look, bro,

I am saying this to you
as a friend.

I think you should nuke it.

The blog, I mean.

Look, no offence,
but nobody is reading it.

Oh.
Mm.

Don't you listen to him,
Inspector.

You need to make it personal.

Add a bit more. . .

. . Neville Parker.

Yeah. Thanks, Darlene.

Right, you.

What, again?
Another girls' night out?

Actually, I was thinking
I 'd take a rain check tonight.

Do I have to remind you
that it was you that asked me

to set up
all these double dates?

$5 says you'll be in bed
by ten,

eating a bowl of cereal.

You're just annoyed
because you weren't invited.

Fine, I 'll come.

Night, Marlon.

Night.

Ah.
Hmm, smell excellent.

Good liberal use of jalapeno.

A dash more parsley, though,
for the garnish,

l 'd say, finish it all off.

If you're hungry,
the menu is on the table.

No, l 'm not here for dinner.

l came to speak to you.

Oh.

l just thought
you ought to know

that you were mistaken

about Lucky
taking Drake's room key.

Mistakes are easily made...

..at our age.

But you really shouldn't
have gone to the police

without getting
your facts straight.

My facts were straight.

Not according to my wife.

Well,
people can surprise you...

..especially Lucky.

Ha- ha! That's what
this is about, then.

You want to punish Lucky
for what she did to you.

No.

You can't forgive her,

so now you want
to get your own back.

That's not it.

What, so you're not
still upset with her?

Heh... You know, Lucky
used to go on and on about you,

like you were some great loss.

''My dear best friend
Catie Bordey.''

But now l can see
that was all wrong.

Friendship is about love,

so if you ever
cared about her,

you'll retract your statement
to the police about my wife.

I know,
it really was quite something.

CHUCKLES
Um, what's going on?

Last night, Nao. . . Oh. . .

Naomi what?

My lips are sealed.

But it was pretty crazy.

NEVlLLE: Morning.
Toxicology in?

Yeah, er,
Drake was poisoned by furium.

Oh, good catch, Darlene.

''When consumed,
furium causes eye irritation,

''blistering and swelling
of the mouth and throat,

''ultimately causing
cardiac arrest.''

Like I said, sir, shady stuff.

Naomi, did Andrina have
any photos of Drake

eating or drinking anything
during the competition

that wasn't the chefs' dishes?

NEVlLLE SlGHS

Says here the amount of furium
found in Drake's system

would have killed him
within an hour, tops.

They put the estimated time
he ingested the poison

between 12:00 and 12:25.

That's during the tasting.

So, that confirms it, then.

Yeah. Drake was poisoned
by the competition food.

But how?
It doesn't make any sense.

How did someone
manage to poison him

without poisoning themselves?

SlGHS

Marlon, how did you get on
with the background checks?

SlGHS
I 've checked all six chefs.

Not as much as a parking ticket
between them.

And I 've been through
all the press photos again.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Anything useful
in Drake's notes?

Furium apparently has
a very peppery taste,

but all the dishes
were relatively spicy.

I 've gone over Drake's notes

and nothing
particularly stands out.

'' Pineapple salsa is too sharp.''
''Callaloo is underdone.''

It continues like that.

What about Drake's bruise?
Anything in the postmortem?

Well, it seems
that it occurred some time

the night before
the competition.

Apparently, Drake
didn't leave the resort

after the welcome drinks,

but the CCTV
isn't up and running there yet,

so we're not too sure.

So, all in all so far,

we have
absolute* nothing to go on.

EXHALES
Not quite.

I called my friend Shanae
at the council.

She said that Drake had
recently put in an application

to extend the original site
of the hotel.

Someone put in
a formal complaint.

A complaint? Why?

It seems as though
Drake's plan would involve

the bulldozing
of a local barbecue house,

the Phoenix.

No.

Sorry, sir, it's just...

..their crab cakes
are quality.

It's a really popular
family restaurant

by the harbour.
Locals only.

Bit of a ''if you know it,
you know it'' kind of place.

So who put in the complaint?

That's just it.

The objection came
from the chef of the Phoenix.

It just so happens

she was a contestant
in the competition.

Dionne Bertrand.

She states
that Drake tricked

the elderly owner
of the business

into signing the land away.

It was their only income

and they would be
left destitute.

What did the council say?

Rejected her complaint.

The agreement was binding.

Apparently, Dionne was furious
when she was told,

cursing Drake's name.

Sounds like we need to talk
to Dionne Bertrand.

NEVlLLE: So what do we know
about Dionne?

The file's pretty flimsy.

She arrived on the island
ten years ago from Martinique,

got a job here.

It was
a run-down sandwich shack.

She transformed it.
Huh.

Miss Bertrand? We need
to ask you a few questions.

Kind of busy
at the moment, Inspector.

Come back later.

l 'm afraid we can't.
This is important.

So is lunch.

And as you can see,
I 'm on my own.

Ten minutes, round the back.

Naomi : OK, thank you very much.

Well...

..the owners of the restaurant
certainly love her.

According to them,
Dionne's a model citizen.

So, go on, then, what is it?

What are you wasting
my time about now?

We'd like to know how you felt
about Stanley Drake.

I already told you.
He was amazing.

I had a huge amount
of respect for him.

That's not what we've heard.

What is this?
The complaint you filed

against Drake
expanding the hotel.

You were angry he was going
to destroy your place of work.

Hardly a motive for murder.

I mean,
there's always other jobs.

NEVlLLE: Wasn't just a job,
though, was it?

Sometimes,
the people we work with

become...family.

Naomi : The owners would go
under without the restaurant.

You wanted to protect them,
didn't you?

They...

..took a chance on me
when no-one else would.

I 'd been struggling.
No-one would employ me.

Working here...

..saved my life.

There was no way I was gonna
let Drake bulldoze this place.

I had to stop him.

Is that why
you entered the competition?

Yes, but it wasn't to kill him.

I was just...

SlGHS

I was going to humiliate him.

I made posters, tons of them,

outing him
about bulldozing this place.

People round here think him
some kind of saint,

the great philanthropist.

I wanted to show everyone
that was a sham.

The posters were hidden
in my utensil bag.

I was gonna get them out
when he announced the winner.

Where are these posters now?

SlGHS
In a bin on Fishery Street.

I didn't kill him.

Why would I, when I had
a demonstration planned?

With the complaint,
it would point directly to me.

I may have done some tings
in my time, Inspector,

but I am not a murderer...

..or an idiot.

CUSTOMER: Lovely, thank you.

Hello.

Oh!
No, please.

Oh, you have it.
No, please.

I ... I prefer a pomelo.
It's softer on the palate.

l should continue my shopping.

You're never going
to forgive me, are you?

Some things
are better left in the past.

I 'm sorry, Catie.
What else do you want from me?

l don't want anything
from you now, Lucky,

but back then l needed you.

We were supposed
to buy the bar together.

But instead, you just left me
a note and disappeared.

lt took me five more years
to afford to buy it on my own.

l had a young child.

l needed my best friend.

Well, I did what I had to do.

What could l have possibly done
to make you treat me like that?

It wasn't about you!

Naomi : Sir?
Dionne was telling the truth.

She was planning
a demonstration.

Oh.

So the plan was
to embarrass Drake

about bulldozing
the restaurant, not kill him.

Inspector, I've, um,
created a timeline

from all of Andrina's photos.

This is the launch event

the night before
the competition.

Drake had gathered
all the chefs together

to welcome them -

a drinks reception
at the resort.

This is the next day,

the moment
the competition itself started.

Wait, this photo was taken
before the cooking started?

Mm - hm.

just, er, zoom in there.

Look. What do you see?

Tristan Clayborn looking smug.

But look at his hand.

lt's already got
the scrape on it.

And he said he got it
during the competition.

Why would he lie about that?

Let me see Drake's watch again.

Why the cracked watch?

Naomi : Looks like
he's covering a bruise.

What if the bruise
on Drake's face

was caused
by someone hitting him

the night before
the competition?

Drake's a big guy,

so one punch
might catch him off guard,

but a second one, Well
he'd probably raise his hands

to defend himself.

Maybe crack
the face of his watch.

Cut glass like this,
Well that could leave

a nasty scratch
on somebody's knuckles.

TRlSTAN: Inspector!

Mr Clayborn.

I know
you're just doing your job,

but this is becoming
an invasion of our privacy.

l 'm afraid
not much stays private

during a murder investigation,
Mr Clayborn.

We need to talk to you
about that scrape on your hand.

I told you, I did it
during the competition.

Then how come
it can be clear* seen here,

before the competition
even started?

I ...
Tristan?

Where were you at 9pm

the night
before the competition?

That's what time
Drake's watch stopped.

We think he was attacked.

The glass cracked when
he tried to defend himself.

Would have left a nasty scratch
on the assailant.

Naomi : A lot like
the one you've got.

The lab will confirm your DNA
is on the watch, Mr Clayborn.

Fine, I hit him!

Tristan, what did you do?!

Don't you dare judge me!
Not after what you've done!

What do you mean?

You were so insistent
on coming back here

for the competition.

We didn't need the money
or the publicity!

I knew
you were hiding something.

Then, when we got back here
two days ago,

I saw you got a message -
from him!

You believe Mrs Clayborn
cheated on you with Drake?

That's why you attacked him?

After the welcome drinks.
I confronted him.

Argh!

He confirmed it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Naomi :
How long did the affair last?

It wasn't an affair.

It was one night,
that's all it was.

Drake contacted me
about being in the competition

a couple of weeks ago
and we met up.

that's when it. . .just happened.

I really wish it hadn't.

Mrs Clayborn,
if you regretted it,

why still enter
the competition?

Drake's laptop?
Yes.

When I told him
I wasn't gonna take part,

he showed me photos. . .

. .of our night together.

I didn't know he'd taken them.

They were intimate.

He was blackmailing you?

He needed the press attention

that Tristan and I could bring
to the competition.

He said
he'd show Tristan the photos

if I didn't take part.

I didn't even know Drake
would give me the photos back,

but during the competition
I thought,

Well, I'll just steal
his key fob,tt

and I went to his room.

I know what you're thinking,
but I had the photos back.

I didn't need to kill Drake.

The secret was safe.

Why didn't you say
that you knew?

Because...

..it would have made it real.

What?

Drake said you loved him,
Lucky,

that you had all these years.

If I told you,
I knew you'd leave.

It would all be over.

Everything we've built!

lnfidelity doesn't fit
with the Clayborn brand, huh?

No, it really doesn't.

And the brand is
what Tristan loves

more than anything else.

he'd never kill Drake.

He couldn't handle
the bad press.

MARLON: Hoo! This case
is making me hungry.

And I am out of doughnuts.

SlNGS: Ooh-ooh. . .

Uh, don't!

I just cant get that song

out of my head
for some reason.

MARLON: Wait.

Naomi just looked at you

like she wanted
to barbecue you.

Now, I know that look.

What's the reason
it's stuck in your head?

Is it because of last night?
Hmm?

Ahem!
Hmm?

Any luck with Drake's laptop?
Er, yes, sir. So...

..other than Lucky's pictures,

um, everything else
just relates to the business.

All appears above board.

So, a dead end, basically.

So, who could have
poisoned Drake?

MARLON: Well, Tristan
does have strong motive,

and he did attack Drake.

Yeah, he's clear* capable
of losing his temper.

He did punch him.

But poison?
That fee* meticulous, planned.

Does he really
have that in him?

DARLENE: What about Lucky?

She's certainly careful
and meticulous.

She could have poisoned Drake.

Yeah, but she got
her photos back.

And besides, she has no motive.

Drake's basically responsible
for her entire career.

And then there's Dionne.

Naomi :
She was desperate to stop Drake

from bulldozing the Phoenix,

but...

But why would she kill him

after she'd humiliated him
as planned?

None of it fee*...right.

And if it is
one of our suspects,

then how did they manage
to poison him

without poisoning themselves?

They ate the same food
as Drake,

and they're all perfect* fine.

lt's late.

Tomorrow, let's do
a deep background check

on their work
and financial situations,

see if anything comes up.

SlGHS

Inspector. . .

. . how did it go
updating the blog?

Oh.

Uh...

Oh.
You were right.

Why bother writing a bio
when a photo says it all

lt shows that
I care about the environment

but l'm also
a little bit quirky.

lt was great advice, Darlene.
that's not exactly what. . .

Can't wait for the views
to start rolling in. Night.

CHUCKLES

So, l was thinking,

perhaps when l get
some time off...

..l could come visit you.

You could show me your London.

lf you might have the time,
of course.

Hmm?

Oh, um, right, yeah.

Sure.

Are you sure you're OK?

Actually, um...

.. I 'm feeling a little tired,
so---

..think I 'm gonna head off.

l can call a cab for us.

Oh, no, I mean,
I would like to have the walk.

But, uh, I 'll see you later.

POP MUSlC PLAYS
OVER HEADPHONES

DRAKE COUGHS: Excuse me,
I 'm just gonna get some water.

ANDRl NA: Mr Drake?

SELWYN: Andrina!

Andrina!
PANTS

Dad? What...?
Tell me you didn't run here!

Are you insane?

You are supposed
to be taking it easy.

TURNS MUSlC OFF
I just...

l know you are not OK!

l can see that you don't want
to talk about it,

but l just want you to know...

..whatever you need,

l 'm here for you.

SlGHS

How do you deal with it?
Seeing those things...

..and...not to mention...

SlGHS

You get over it.

But you should never
get used to it.

Well, I thought
I was pretty tough,

being a Harper.

l think being tough

isn't about
not letting it affect you.

lt's about being honest...

..with how you feel.

Thanks, Dad.

NEVlLLE: l don't know, Mum.

Not one person
has even liked the blog.

Not one.

Even with the photo. l just...

l 'm thinking
maybe I should just nuke it.

What do you think?

Oh, Well thanks
for the vote of confidence.

MESSAGE ALERT
Oh, hold on.

Ha! l don't believe it!

My first comment!

Oh, Darlene was right,

just needed
a bit more Neville Parker.

Huh, Sunset Chaser, eh?

Hmm!

OK, yes. Yeah, that is great.
That is fantastic, thank you.

A breakthrough?

Yeah. So, it was bugging me.
Dionne.

Why does she work
at the Phoenix?

She said no-one else
would employ her.

Exact*. Why?
She's clear* a great chef.

There's nothing in her file
to suggest

she's ever been
in any kind of trouble.

And that's when it hit me.

There's nothing in her file
at all before 2014,

when she came to Saint Marie.

No birth certificate,
no school records, nothing.

lt's like she never existed.

She might have changed
her name?

Right.
So, I checked her date of birth

with the Martinique records,
and...

..Emilia Bertrand.

And Emilia does have
a criminal record.

She was charged in 2013
with criminal damage

when she drunken* took
a baseball bat

to the windscreen
of her boss's car.

Huh, well, we've all wanted
to do that, haven't we?

I - I mean, er,
who was her boss...sir?

Stanley Drake.

That was
the Stanley Drake Foundation.

They confirm Emilia Bertrand

was one of the first recipients
of Drake's scheme.

Huh.

He's dead. It is what it is.

Celeste?
I should leave.

Whoa! Whoa! Are you OK?

l didn't know
you two knew each other.

We don't.

Only met her
a couple of days ago.

I 'm opening up in ten minutes.
What do you want now?

What was all that about?

SlGHS
She was upset about Drake.

Wanted to talk about him.

I told her
I was the wrong audience.

I never met him
before the competition.

Well that's not true,
is it, Emilia?

EXHALES

No-one's called me that
in a very long time.

Not since...

Since you were found guilty
of criminal damage?

We know
that just over ten years ago

you took a baseball bat
to Drake's car.

Why?

I wasn't ready
for the pressures

of an elite kitchen.

I didn't cope well with it.

One night, I got drunk

and creative
with a baseball bat.

It was a stupid mistake.

A mistake that cost you
your Drake scholarship.

Can't imagine it was easy
to find work after that.

You think I killed Drake
because of that?

You're mad !

The charges were brought
by the Foundation, not Drake.

Drake actually provided me

with a character reference
in court.

It was his good word
that meant I avoided prison.

He was my guardian angel
in that moment.

He must have been surprised
to see you at the competition.

He didn't recognise me.

Clearly, he'd moved on
from the past, and so had I .

I didn't kill him.

MARLON: So, this crazy thing
you did the other night -

I 've got it.

The music was too loud
in the bar,

so you arrested somebody.

Classic Naomi.

MUTTERS
DARLENE: Thank you.

Well

The district attorney
in Martinique confirms

that it was
Drake's character reference

that allowed Emilia Bertrand
to avoid prison.

So it's not a motive,

but she has been violent
towards him in the past.

She certainly has
an angry streak.

lt's kind of surprising

that Celeste would go to her
for support.

When you're upset,

you don't really
think things through.

TUTS
Poor girl.

But why is Celeste so upset?

l mean, she'd on* met Drake
the day before

at the competition.

l know he was her icon,

but it's kind of
a strong reaction

for someone
you've on* just met.

She was seriously struggling
with her grief.

Looked like she'd gone
through the wringer.

Hold on.

Marlon, tell me again,

what did the toxicology notes
say about the symptoms?

Uh...

''When consumed,
furium causes eye irritation,

''blistering and swelling
to the mouth and throat.''

Oh, no.

Are you OK?

What if
she wasn't upset at all

We need to get to her now!

TYRES SCREECH

Celeste?!

Celeste? Oh, no.

Celeste?

Call an ambulance.

Rum!

Tristan!
I said...

..rum.

You seem like
you've already had quite a few.

Time to call it a day, no?

Perhaps go home to your wife.

Huh! She's not my wife
any more-

It's over.

She cheated on me,

with Stanley Drake,
of all people.

What?
Mm.

She confessed,

when your friends
came sniffing around.

Turns out there are photos

of Lucky and Drake together.

You know the kind.

Photos?

Of Lucky with Drake?

That doesn't sound like her.

Reckon he always fancied her.

Probably why he gave her
that big break 30 years ago.

Now...get me my rum!

I won't ask again.

And l won't ask you again
to leave.

So...take your bottle

and your self- pity

and get out!

Unless you want me
to call the police.

Why would anyone
want to poison Celeste?

Maybe she was an accident.

Maybe her competition food
was the one that was poisoned.

But Drake's twice her size.

lf she'd have been poisoned
at the same time

she would also have died,
and probably much quicker.

What's going on?

So what happened?
Was it furium poisoning?

Celeste's doctor confirmed it.

So, how is she doing?

She responded well
to the treatment.

They think she'll be able
to be discharged shortly.

She's refusing to speak,
though.

NEVlLLE: Could that be it?

Could someone have poisoned
Celeste to silence her?

How did you get on
with her phone, Darlene?

I've been looking through
her messages with her mum.

Now, they are all
full of excitement.

She cant wait to meet Drake,
it's a dream come true.

They chat back and forth

until the day
before the competition.

Her mum asks her,

What was it like
to meet Drake?tt

and Celeste just responds, fine.

And the rest of her responses
after that

are just one-word answers.

And that's weird?

If I was that excited
about something,

I 'd want to tell my mother
all about it.

NEVlLLE: So Celeste's
enthusiasm for Drake

just sudden*...

..disappears.

Why?

Well, they do say,
'' Never met your idols.''

That's the only reason
I haven't met The Rock...yet.

No.

No, she was a huge fan of his.

It has to be more than that.

Something happened.

Inspector, I need to see
the event photos again -

all of them.

Thought l might find you here.

I 'm sorry, Catie, but if you've
come here to have a go,

I 'm really not up for it.

l 'm not.

We sat here the night
we decided to buy the bar.

Do you remember?

You were so excited.

Yeah.

And then I left.

Because Drake
gave you the chance

to open your own restaurant.

''Catie, l 'm leaving.

''l 'm sorry.''

That was all your note said.

l was so hurt when l read it.

But...

..l never asked myself...

..why didn't you tell me
to my face?

I felt guilty.

No.

l don't think that's it.

l think there's another reason.

I don't know what you mean.

Something happened,
didn't it...

..that made you want to get

as far away from here
as possible?

Something that was too hard

to tell me about.

I ...

What did Drake do, Lucky?

Sorry, I ...can't.

No.

NEVlLLE:
What are you thinking, Naomi?

Naomi : The only picture
of Celeste and Drake

the day of the competition.

And she's right on the end.
She doesn't look very happy.

She's as far away
as she can possibly be.

Compare it to the picture
taken the day before

at the set- up event.

And if that's the case,
what if...?

DlCTAPHONE BEEPS

DRAKE: Everybody's got a pattern...
COUGHS

..and l can always,
always spot it.

COUGHS

l need to see Drake's notes.

''Pineapple salsa is too sharp.''

''Callaloo is underdone.''

CELESTE: The poison,
would it have hurt him?

LUCKY: He saw my potential.

TRlSTAN:
Don't you dare judge me.

Not after what you've done!

lt was his good word
that meant I avoided prison.

CELESTE: Being associated
with Drake's name

opens so many doors.

lt's all here.

CATHERlNE: Neville?

I just spoke to Lucky
and, er...

.. I 'm worried.

Her spending the night
with Drake...

You think it's something else,
don't you?

Mm.

So do we.

So, you know who killed Drake?

Yeah.

l just wish l didn't.

Thank you all for coming.

Where's Tristan?

Er, we didn't feel
it would be appropriate

for him to be here.

Please.

We know what happened,

everything that happened.

We know how Stanley Drake
was killed at the competition

and why.

So go on, enlighten us.

Stanley Drake was killed by...

..all three of you.

You each put
a small amount of poison

into your dishes.

Not enough that would kill you
individually,

but a combined amount

that would be
enough to kill Drake.

Drake's notes.
your dish, Lucky -

''Callaloo is underdone.''

Yours, Dionne -
'' Pineapple salsa is too sharp.''

And Celeste - ''Scotch bonnet
unbalances the flavours.''

So?

NEVlLLE: You're all
accomplished chefs.

These are mistakes
a beginner might make.

Now, one of you might slip up.
I could believe that,

but all three of you? Experts?

No,

not unless you were
covering something up.

The taste
of a small dose of furium.

Your lipstick, Lucky.

We know from the cookbooks

it's not your usual look.

Not on brand.

It's to hide something.

A burn from when
you tasted the furium

in your callaloo sauce.

And, Dionne,

we believe you weren't

fidgeting your fingers
because you're nervous.

They're blistered
from when you were making

the pineapple stack.

Celeste, you put it in both

the fish marinade and the veg.

That's why you became more ill
than the others.

It's circumstantial at best.

We'd never met before the
competition. We're strangers.

You were strangers,
but I think you discovered

that you all had
something in common.

Listen,
this isn't my story to tell...

..but l want to say
that I am sorry...

..that you felt murder
was your on* option.

But for what it's worth,
we are here now

and we are listening.

This is your chance
to set the record straight.

You all deserve to be heard.

LUCKY SlGHS

About 30 years ago...

.. I was short
on my side of the deposit

when I was buying the bar
with Catie.

Drake was on Saint Marie

and I approached him
as an investor.

He asked me to meet him
in his hotel room,

and that's when he...

I 've tried to forget it.

I 've tried to be
so far away from it.

I never thought
I 'd have to see him again.

Then last month he contacted me
about being in the competition.

Seeing him again...

..smelling that cologne...

.. I just froze.

And he did it again.

This time with photographs.

He was an animal.

I was 19.

After what he said,
no-one would believe me.

He was the great,
powerful Stanley Drake

and I was a nobody.

He gave me
the character reference

in exchange for my silence.

I thought I was
the only one he. . .

. . until the night
before the competition.

He said if I didn't sleep
with him, he'd ruin my career.

GASPS

Eventually, I told them.

LUCKY: We had no evidence.
He was clever like that.

So we decided
to stop him our way.

We extracted the furium
that night.

We put a small amount of furium
in each dish.

LUCKY: He deserved it.

COUGHS

Everything
he's taken from us...

..it had to stop.

I 'd do it again.

So would I .

Me too.

It's not right.

They shouldn't have to pay
for what he did.

They were intensely provoked,
Neville.

l know.

What will happen to them?

Well it'll go
before the courts,

and hopeful*
the judge will be lenient,

but there's no guarantee -

unless more victims
come forward.

Then we need to encourage them
to do so.

He must have done it
to so many women.

They deserve
to tell their story.

LUCKY: Inspector. . .

. . I've given my statement.

All of it.

The others
are gonna do the same.

l 'll give you a minute.

Thank you.

I 'm going to do
everything I can

to make sure
his crimes come to light.

I 'll put my weight behind it,

prove to the justice system

you all deserve
lenient sentences.

Thanks, Catie.

Thank you for the other night,
for being there.

l was...

l 'm your father.

Just knowing
that I wasn't alone,

that there was someone
who would just...listen,

meant a lot,

and...made me think.

When I get back home next week,

I am going to write
an expose on Drake,

so that it reaches

as many of his victims
as possible.

My editor says that,
with Mayor Bordey's support,

we can set up a helpline

to make sure
that Drake's victims

have access to support,
if they want to come forward.

That would be
extreme* useful for the case.

Well, this is how
it's looking so far.

What do you think?

l love it.

So, when Darlene and I ...

..went out drinking, I, um...
CLEARS THROAT

..may or may not have...

..volunteered
to do some karaoke.

Darlene kindly recorded it.

SlNGS

MARLON LAUGHS

It's terrible.
I 'm so embarrassed.

Why? You're amazing.
No, it's not really me.

MARLON: What if it is, though?
I mean, look, you look so free.

I don't like getting like that.

Bad things tend to happen
when I get like that.

Some good things
happen too, though.

Well, now
I have to hear that properly.

Mm.

Microphone.

Inspector,
you have to see this.

Naomi is crazy, crazy talented.

Come on,
we're getting to the chorus.

* Got my head on straight,
I got my vibe right

* Ain't gonna let you kill it

* See, I wouldn't change
my life

* My life's just fine

* Fine, fine

* Ooh, fine, fine

* Fine, ooh

* Fine, fine, fine, ooh

* I wouldn't change my life

* My life's just fine. *

Will you marry me?
Did you have any idea

he was gonna propose?
No, none at all.

LlGHT BULB POPS
AND ELECTRICITY FIZZLES

The power company traced
the power surge

to this substation.

Voltage meter,
screwdriver, gloves.

Looks like
he was stealing electricity,

but why wasn't he wearing
his safety gloves?

Isn't it obvious?

Ellis killed himself.

MARLON: So you told a person,

'' I try to be
as erotic as I can.''

Yes.
What's up there?

You need a search warrant.

Whoa!