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ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS

I've never been
to a fashion show before.

It's so exciting.

One of my favourite designers,
Violet Oliver, at my house!

It's an absolute honour
to host you, Pascal.

Well, your beautiful house
is the perfect setting

for her new finishing collection.

My wife is delighted,
and if she's happy,

that makes me happy, too.

Oh, she's my all-time
favourite designer.

The way she revisits history
to create new designs,

it's just so inspiring.

I've never heard of her.

Oh, I have.

I bought her entire
summer collection last year.

Shut it.

It's not quite as exciting
as you'd imagine, Dominic,

having a house full of models.

Is it, now?
Highly demanding.

And that Violet... Hmm! Never again.

Shh, Jeremy.
Violet is about to come on.

Oh, God.

Hooray!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Bravo!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUES

Thank you. Thank you all
for being here tonight.

I hope that you love my collection
as much as I do.

We do!

All my life, I have dreamed
about this collection.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

AUDIENCE EXCLAIM,
INDISTINCT CHATTER

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's just a glitch.

Oh...
SHE SCREAMS

AUDIENCE GASP
AND EXCLAIM

♪ Do you remember the first time

♪ That my eyes set on you

♪ Your smile came from nowhere

♪ For sometime never
Or sometime soon

♪ The road is a long one

♪ I was only passing through

♪ I was only passing through. ♪

PEOPLE EXCLAIM,
CHATTER

GASPING

Dom, ring an ambulance.

Ah!
Darling...

The show!
Who cares about the show?

You're alive.
Ow!

Yeah, of course.
Of course, you're sore.

We'll wait for an ambulance
to arrive, OK, babe?

Yeah, it's on its way.

I don't need an ambulance, please.

Are you OK?
Please cancel the ambulance.

I really don't want any fuss.

You'll be OK,

but it would be wise if you
just stay as still as you can

so I can finish my checks.

No, I think the doctor is right.
That was one hell of a fall.

And you are?

Oh, I'm Jean.

This is Dom.

We're friends of Jeremy and Judith.

Here we go. Drink this.

Oh...

So pleased you're not dead.

My darling,
I really do not want an ambulance.

I just want to rest.

I'll be fine after a lie-down.

May I make a suggestion?

Why don't you get yourself
checked over by a doctor,

and then rest up here
at the chateau?

We've got plenty of room,
haven't we, darling?

Yes!

HE FEIGNS LAUGHTER
Of course.

Oh, thank you.

That sounds more acceptable.

Well, I'll cancel the ambulance, then.

Yeah, we'll, uh...

Uh...
Put this around your shoulders.

That's it. Oh, you poor darling!
It must have been such a shock.

I think we need a stiff drink.
Follow me.

You have to help me.

What is it, darling?
Someone pushed me.

What?!

Someone's trying to kill me.

Then we must call the police
immediately.

No, we cannot!

If somebody is trying to kill you,
we absolutely must!

The collection is only weeks away
from being in store.

The scandal would kill us.

Well, I have a friend
who may be able to help.

Not police.
No, no, no. You've just met her.

She's an antiques dealer,
actually,

but she's quite the one
at solving problems.

Well, if you think she can help...

I'll call her in the morning.

Come on. You need to sleep now.
I know.

Look at his little face.
Shh!

This is an art.

Ancient art of drizzling.

Surprised you've not heard of it.

Well, I did say
if you helped me lug that stock in,

I'd make you breakfast.

Yes, but you didn't say it would be

the best breakfast in the universe.

SHE LAUGHS

What on earth is that?

Well, it's another item
for Jeremy's phantasmagoria room.

His WHAT room?

Phantasmagoria.
CHUCKLES

Dealers use it to describe
a really mad collection.

Mm, which Jeremy's certainly is.
Yeah.

What are they, then?

Siberian sunglasses.

Snow goggles, essentially.
Sungl...? Nah.

SHE CHUCKLES

SHE LAUGHS
Oh, wow.

I was going to say
"I've seen it all,"

but I literally can't
see anything in these.

SHE CHUCKLES
They're also used by shamans.

Hmm! Perfect for Judith.

SHE LAUGHS

PHONE RINGS

Oh, it's Judith.

Oh!

Hello?

What?

OK... Yeah.

All... Calm down, Judith.

We're on our way.

Grab your pancakes.

We've got an attempted murder
on our hands.

Ah! Bonjour, Gloria.
Bonjour.

Bonjour.

I thought I'd see
if my bracelet was ready.

Let me go check for you.

Great shop.

Merci.

I'm Cooper. Nice to meet you.
We have met before, no?

I don't think so.

Not unless I have a double.
CHUCKLES

Two of you? Lucky me.
GIGGLES

Can you come back in an hour?

The next batch of repairs

from the workshop
will be here by then.

Oh, I'm a bit booked up today.

No worries.
I'll come get it for you.

Ah!

How did I ever manage
without you?

Right, well, I'll see you later.

Well, I won't, but Cooper will.
THEY CHUCKLE

Bye!
Bye!

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Someone pushed their fist
into the small of my back,

and that's what made me fall
off the balcony.

Are you sure?
Absolutely.

Hmm, OK.

So, who else was up there
on the balcony with you?

Only the young model
who walked up the other side.

And you've worked with her before?
No, no.

As usual, I give Violet a selection
of the best models,

and she has the final say.

And what's her name?

Um, Noemie, I think.

But what possible reason
would she have for hurting Violet?

Young girls can be very jealous,
you know.

I wholeheartedly agree.

My jawline is the envy
of the nail salon,

and not one of those girls
is over 18.

When I was young, I was
more interested in my education

than what I looked like.
Oh, where did you study?

Loughborough. Textiles.

That's where I was spotted
by a model scout.

Modelled my own designs,

next thing,
I'm on the cover of British Elle.

The rest is history.

How simply divine.

Oh.

JEAN CHUCKLES POLITELY

So, there was definitely
no-one else up there

on the balcony with you.

Ooh! I think I saw
your stage manager up there.

Lucia?
How would you know it was her?

Well, she had "stage manager"
written on the back of her T-shirt.

Are you sure?
Absolutely.

Well, there had to be someone
up there to fix the lights! Huh!

It couldn't have been Lucia
who pushed me.

No, she's so loyal and kind.

Like family.
Yeah.

Can you ask her to meet me?

Oh, and, um, could I have
that model's number, please?

Yeah, of course.

We won't involve the police,

but I think we need
to have a little chat

with both these ladies.

Mm-hm.

I've got a little surprise for you.

Is it nicked?
Leave it out!

Go on, then.

I'm getting an Irish stout pump
installed tomorrow.

You're joking!
You've only been here five minutes.

Well, I think people will come
from miles around

when they know
that we serve the old ebony nectar.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.
It's just my daughter, Chantal.

She's 15. Big hockey match today.
Mm.

So, you are Jean?
Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Um, I saw you at the fashion show
when Violet fell.

She was so lucky.
She was.

Pascal said you needed, uh,
some questions answering.

Yeah, that's right.
Are you police?

No, I'm just a friend of Jeremy
and Judith's trying to help.

Oh, this is Dom.

Oh, hiya.
Hello.

So, what do you need to know?

Well, some strange information
has come up about Violet's fall.

Really?
Yeah.

Um, she's insisting
that she was pushed.

Pardon?

Where were you when she fell?

I was observing
from the ground floor.

Oh...
Are you absolutely sure about that?

Yes.

What is your official title?

I am the company manager
for Violet Oliver Holdings.

As well as stage manager?
Every kind of manager.

Oh.

May I be candid?

Of course.

Violet is the most needy,
dramatic person I have ever met.

I mean, I love her,

but I have learned
to take everything she says

with a pinch of salt.

So, you're saying that she's lying?

I don't think she means to lie.

I just think she prefers
her own version of events.

Oh.

Well, thanks for your help.

Is that it?
Yeah.

Yeah, for now.
Oh.

It's got to be her.

I mean, why did she lie about
not being on the balcony?

Well, let's not jump to conclusions.

Jeremy might have seen her
up there earlier and got it wrong.

I mean, he was stressed
out of his mind that day

with all those demanding models.

PHONE CHIMES

Talking of which,
it's that model girl, Noemie.

She's having a fitting
around the corner in La Petite.

Let's go and pay her a visit.

Ah, oui.

The bracelet is here.
I will go get it.

You know,
a guy could get the wrong idea

with you staring like that.

I'm sorry. I'm just so sure
I've seen you before.

Hmm. Must be my movie star looks.

How much do I owe you?
Oh, Gloria has already paid.

Thank you. Bye.

Bye.

SHE SIGHS

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Ouch!

Sorry. My skin is
a bit sensitive at the moment.

What did you want again?

Um, when did you get booked
for the Violet Oliver job?

Pascal called me
early yesterday morning,

and as I was local,
I happened to be free.

Cutting it a bit fine, isn't it?

It happens sometimes...

...but the opportunity to work

in front of all
these important fashion buyers

was too exciting to miss.

And how was the rehearsal?

Fine...
except the strange thing was,

Madame Violet told me
to swap show outfits with her.

What do you mean?

I was about to do
the dress rehearsal

wearing the jumpsuit, and...

she said I should wear
her signature gown instead.

Oh.

Well, how did you feel about that?

Honoured, I suppose.

And I just did what I was told.

It was very uncomfortable,
and she made me wear it all day.

You were sitting in it all day?

Standing, mostly.

It's the same
with many of the top designers.

They pay you well,
so you do as you're told.

So, um, what happened
at the top of the stairs?

I just got to the top.

There was a power cut or something,
and then she fell off the balcony.

And that's it?
Yes.

I'm sorry. I can't help you more.

I'm feeling really unwell
all of a sudden.

It must be something I ate.
Can we do this tomorrow?

PHONE RINGS,
MOZART'S SYMPHONY NO.1 PLAYS

Models, eh? Pfft!

So, we think they're both lying.
Yeah.

Now, let's assume Jeremy was right
and he saw Lucia on that balcony,

and there's no way
a successful model like Noemie

would be booked on the same morning
of such an important show like that.

No, no. Of course not.

I need to speak to Caron.

No, but Judith said we're not
supposed to go to the police.

I know, but I really need his help.

DOOR OPENS

Ah, this is the last
of Jean's stuff.

CHARLIE CHUCKLES

I like this game
that Jeremy's playing,

but he will never beat us.

How can you still look
so stunning in those?

I don't know.

Siberian sunglasses.

Ugly and extremely rare.

The last time I saw a pair of those

was in the lost property
auction box I bid at

for my first shop in Arles.

I nearly threw them away, eh?

Arles.

Of course!

Arles!

Monsieur, um... Wilson!

Pardon?

My shop in Arles 25 years ago -

that is where
I've seen Cooper before,

but he was called Monsieur Wilson.

He used to come to the shop
to sell the odd piece

of house clearance
every now and then.

But I realised after his last visit

that the Rena Dumas
Hermes chess set from my shop,

it was missing.

He denied it, of course,
but... I knew it was him, eh?

It had to be.

This doesn't make any sense.

But no crime has actually
been committed.

All you have is
a one-sided accusation

of a dramatic
ex-model-turned-fashion designer.

You trust my instincts, don't you?

Most of the time.

Look, I know Violet is dramatic,
but she's also very scared.

That fall could have been fatal.

But it wasn't.

Is there nothing you can do to help?

HE SIGHS

I might be able to help.

What do you want to know?

I need to know the ins and outs

of the Olivers' bank accounts.

That is breaking
data protection law.

Not breaking,
just bending it a little.

I didn't see this.

I think I heard a rattle
in the Fiat this morning.

Shall we book in with Gloria?

We've literally
just bought it from her.

You're not going to let this
Cooper thing go, are you?

SIMONE SIGHS
Fine.

If it'll make you happy,
we'll go and pay her a visit.

OK.

Lots of purchases for the business.

Expenses - mostly restaurants.

There's a recurring payment

to a European garden company.

Wow. That's a lot of money.

Yeah.

I imagine they live
in a massive house, though,

so it's probably
for garden maintenance.

Yeah, I suppose so.

So, there's lots of money coming in,

and it looks like the rest
of what's going out

is going to charities.

Yeah.

So, we've got the Red Cross,
Emmaus, the Stone Association...

Stone Association.
I've never heard of them.

Let me have a look.

Hmm.

I can't find them anywhere.

That's my first name.
"Stone"?

SCOFFS
No!

Well, yes. My name is Chantal.

It's the Old Occitan word
for "stone".

My mother thought
it would make me strong.

Oh.

So, your name is Chantal?

Yes.

Hang on.

Lucia was on the phone
to her daughter,

who's called Chantal.

Look up
that bank account number for me.

KEYBOARD CLACKING

SHE GASPS

Well, I'll be damned.

Violet, darling,
can I ask you something?

Of course.

The beautiful outfit you wore
on the launch night,

what inspired the gloves?

Such a beautiful touch.
I'm glad you noticed, darling.

It was my homage
to the great Audrey Hepburn

in Breakfast At Tiffany's.
Oh!

It's my favourite film.

It's gratifying that someone
understands my attention to detail.

I bet you can't wait to get home!
CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY

Uh, do you know
when you'll be leaving?

Well, um, Paris apartment awaits,
but if you don't mind,

my wife seems to be recovering
beautifully in the sunshine.

Thank you for being
such a wonderful host.

Of course,
there's absolutely no rush.

Of course not!

It's a complete pleasure to have
you here, isn't it, darling?

Complete!

Thank you so much.

Oh.

Can I have some more tea?

Oh!

Of course. Yes.
CLEARS THROAT

No problem at all!
HE FEIGNS LAUGHTER

SHE SIGHS

DOORBELL RINGS

Ah!

Thank heavens.

Hello, Jeremy.

You all right?
Yeah.

How's Violet?
She's a pain in the backside,

that's how she is.

I meant how's her recovery.
Well, she seems fine to me.

The sooner she gets back
to her fancy Parisian penthouse,

the better.

Oh, penthouse. How lovely.

It is, actually.

It's right in the centre
of the 7th arrondissement

near the Eiffel Tower.

I know all about it.

Would you like some tea?

I'm making some, apparently.

Um, we just popped around
to see Lucia, actually.

Oh, she's working outside.

INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND

JUDITH: Of course,
there's absolutely no rush.

Hello again.

Um, we wondered if we could ask you
some more questions.

Of course. Anything to help.

We have evidence
that the Stone Association,

a charity that you set up,
is actually the account

of a very smart boarding school
in Hampshire

called Burlingdale College,

where a certain Chantal Smith,
your daughter, attends.

I can explain.

Stealing from the hand
that feeds you?

Please.
What happened?

Did Violet find out and that's why
you pushed her over the balcony?

Please... don't tell them.

I am on my own.

My husband died three years ago,

and I could not bear to take her
out of the school she loved so much.

We have an eyewitness

who saw you at the top of the stairs
when Violet fell.

I was up those stairs,
but I was fixing the lights.

So, why lie
when we asked where you were?

I was scared!

When Violet said someone
pushed her off the balcony,

she's so dramatic,
I panicked and said I wasn't there.

Please.

Why would I kill the person
who is paying mine

and my daughter's keep?

I mean, why?

PHONE RINGS,
MOZART'S SYMPHONY NO.1 PLAYS

Hey, darling. Can I call you back?

Can I help you with anything?

Uh, we have to go.

But you only just got here.
Yeah.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE SIGHS

DOOR BUZZES

SHE CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY

Voila.

This is exciting. My first stakeout.

Simone, we are not staking out.

We are following
a line of curiosity.

Mm.

You know what I want to do?

Follow that guy.
I thought you'd never ask.

What did I tell you?
I knew we were going to Arles, eh?

NOEMIE COUGHS

Pardon. Still not very well.

I wish I looked as good as you
when I was ill.

SHE CHUCKLES

Well, um, I wanted to talk to you
about your ringtone.

SHE COUGHS

What?

When we were
at your dress fitting earlier,

your phone went off
and it was Mozart's first symphony.

Why?

Well, we just heard that again
from Pascal's phone,

and I thought it was
a bit of a coincidence

that you had the same
unusual ringtone

as one of your bosses
that you say you've never met.

It's not the first time

you've done business
with Pascal Oliver, is it?

OK.

I do know Pascal.

I went to a casting
at his office in Paris,

and he suggested
that I could be the face

of the new Violet
finishing collection...

...but he would need
to get to know me first.

That old chestnut.

Why the same ringtone?

Well, after a few meetings,

he shared the ringtone with me
so that I knew it was him phoning.

I had no idea he had the same one.

I went from meeting
after meeting with him.

We got on so well.

Then he started asking
about my family and my parents,

and I told him
I was adopted at birth

so I'm quite protective
of my parents.

He became quite defensive,
so I thought I'd blown it.

But then I got a phone call
out of the blue

to walk with Violet at the launch.

When did you get that call?

I told you -
early yesterday morning.

Why on earth
would I push her over the balcony?

This was my big chance.

Why didn't you tell us
all this before?

I was sworn to secrecy by Pascal.

I have no idea why.

Oh.

Thank you.

Oh!

Present from Pascal. Nice.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Do you believe a word of that?
Same ringtone?

Only couples do that, don't they?
They must be having an affair.

Yeah, well,
it would explain the sensitive skin

and feeling sick all the time.

Yeah.

What?

Think about it, Dom.

She's pregnant...

with Pascal's baby.

Well, she'd really want Violet
out of the way, then, wouldn't she?

Yeah.

SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Hey.
Hey, handsome.

Have I got a surprise for you.

I don't know, have you?

Tickets to the first screening

of that Chet Baker film
you were on about.

Seriously?
Yeah.

And the director is doing

a question-and-answer session
afterwards.

Oh, ain't you the best?

CHUCKLES
Do I get a kiss?

HE KISSES AND BLOWS

SHE GIGGLES COYLY

See you later, gorgeous.

Bye.
Bye.

Ah-ha-ha!

What do we do?

There is only one thing we can do.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Ooh! Dom! Jean!

Oh, there... there they are.

Oh, Jeremy, darling,

could I get some more boiling water
for this tea?

Uh... Again?

HE FEIGNS LAUGHTER
Oh, yes. Of course!

Thank you.

PASCAL SPEAKS IN FRENCH

Was it bad news?

What?
Why you rushed off before.

Well, it depends
on how you look at it.

Pardon?

Noemie confirmed
that she knew you before yesterday.

Well, I cast a lot of models.

Was your relationship with Noemie
more than professional?

Fair enough.

If that's the way
you want to play it...

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get it.

What the hell are you doing here?
Hello, Monsieur Wilson.

I knew it was you.
Keep your voice down.

My wife's inside.
Your wife?

What's that got to do with you?

It has everything to do with me.

I never forget a face -
especially one that steals.

I haven't stolen anything
from Gloria.

I don't mean from Gloria.

I'm referring
to the antique Hermes chess set

that you stole from my shop
25 years ago.

Quite the house of cards
you have created -

a child, a wife, a girlfriend...

So, what are you going to do?

Break up my family home
just to stick up for your friend?

Well, I'm not going to do anything.

You are.

Is that right?

You must break it off with Gloria.

You will go back inside
and write her a letter.

SCOFFS
What?!

Tell her you're dying.

Tell her you're moving back
to the US. Tell her you're an alien.

Whatever. But do it today.

And I will wait over there
until it is done.

And I will be the one to post it.

And if I don't?

Then I will tear down
your house of cards.

HE SIGHS

Give me half an hour.

Ten minutes.
I don't want to miss the post.

PHONE CHIMES

Oh, it's Noemie.

Uh, "I need to talk to you.

"It's about Pascal.

"We need everyone
to know the truth."

Ah, I knew it!

That Noemie's younger
than our Claudia -

Fancy getting her pregnant.

Monsieur Wilson...

...I know some very dangerous people.

If you step foot
in Sainte Victoire again,

there will be trouble.

ENGINE STARTS

DOOR BUZZES

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Dom.

The early signs indicate
that she was poisoned.

Her mouth and tongue
are swollen and inflamed,

and she has a rash on her body.

With what?
We don't know yet.

Richard says
that there was nothing obvious found

in her apartment
that seemed poisonous.

That's a bit odd.
Yeah.

She came home around 12.45.

There was a delivery at 1.30pm,
and the only visitors...

Were, um...

Were us.

Video doorbell.
Precisely.

Mm-hm.

Well, we didn't poison her.

We should know more tomorrow.

Can I ask what made you go
to her apartment?

Mozart.
Pardon.

Well, she had
the same ringtone as Pascal,

which happens to be
Mozart's first symphony,

which we thought was a bit unusual,

so we went round
to ask a few questions.

Hey, darling. Can I call you back?

And... And she almost confessed
to having an affair with Pascal.

Almost confessed?
Yeah.

So, the pair of you have been
playing detective all day?

No.

Not really.

Like you said,
no crime had been committed.

We were just, um...
just... just a bit curious.

A crime has been committed now,
so you can leave it to the police.

Thank you for your help.

Um, there is just one more thing.

Yeah.

Um, we think she might
have been pregnant.

So, a young woman dies of poison,
but there's none to be found.

Now, what secret was she
about to tell? Was she pregnant?

Do you think it was Noemie
who pushed Violet off the balcony

so she could have Pascal
all to herself?

Well, in that case,

who was trying
to stop her telling us?

Oh, my head's spinning.

One of your childhood favourites...
on the house.

Egg and chips!

You haven't, have you?

Oh, you haven't.
PATRICK LAUGHS

I took him on a day trip
to Calais once.

He ate so many snails,
he nearly grew a shell!

I haven't been able
to touch one since.

I mean, look at them!

Who has eyes
that aren't on their face?

THEY LAUGH

He threw up on the ferry
all the way home!

There is microscopic teeth
in those mucus mounds.

I mean, what for?

And look
at the disgusting colour of them.

You know, that disgusting colour
made them a very valuable commodity

in the ancient world.

How? How on earth can that be true?

No, no, no. No, no, it is true.

Extracts of snail
used to make purple dye.

Well, back then.

It took thousands
and thousands of little snails

to make one tiny pot.

That's why only very rich people
or royalty could wear purple.

An extract?

Yeah. Yeah.

From their... bottoms, actually!

THEY LAUGH

What?!

Who would even think of that?

"Oh, do you know
what I'm going to do today?

"I'm going to dissect
a snail's bottom,

"cos it looks a bit purple and see
if I can dye some king's pants!"

THEY LAUGH

What? That's not... I'm sorry.

Take them away.

I'm going to throw up.
THEY LAUGH

King's pants!
Mm-hm.

King's...

King's pants!

SHE CHUCKLES

Of course!

Caron, it's me.

Meet me at the chateau
in the morning,

and there's some things
I need you to bring.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

So, we have
quite the conundrum here -

an attempted murder
and an actual murder.

Jean?

Well, firstly,

who could have possibly
pushed Violet from the balcony?

Your, um...

Your loyal manager, Lucia?

Of course not.
I don't believe that for a moment.

I trust you implicitly.

I agree.

I think, um, for many reasons,
that's highly unlikely.

But, uh, that young model
that you both hired,

now, that's a different story,
isn't it?

Well, it certainly wasn't
the first time

that you'd met Noemie,
was it, Pascal?

What?

I don't understand.

You knew her?

Oh... Oh, he did.

In fact, I would suggest
that you were obsessed with her.

You promised her the world.

All you had to do
was get it past Violet,

but that wouldn't prove so easy,
would it?

That's not how it was.

How about you just cut the middleman
and get rid of Violet permanently?

One quick push over the balcony
from your new muse should do it,

but then you realised
that you'd gone too far

with your new muse
by getting her pregnant.

Maybe a deadly gift
could silence her as well.

Pregnant? This is ridiculous.

A deadly gift. What gift?

So, this silk robe is steeped

in a deadly weedkiller
called paraquat,

and the swollen mouth,
the rash on the skin,

are all symptoms
of this particular poison.

This was how Noemie was murdered.

Now, I think I know
where the idea came from.

In ancient times,

only royalty could wear purple,
because it was so hard to make.

Then, a synthetic alternative
was created in the 19th century

called mauveine.

Now, the only problem was,

people started dying because
the process involved a poison,

which, when absorbed
with the skin, proved deadly...

...just like that silk robe.

But don't worry, Pascal.

I know the idea wasn't yours,

as indeed neither was
the deadly gift,

because I know who sent it.

It was you, Violet.

When I saw the gift card,

I knew it was the same handwriting
as your trademark.

THEY SPEAK IN FRENCH

You knew that Pascal
had met Noemie before.

And this girl was becoming
very important in his life,

and you
had to do something about it.

And you knew
it was only a matter of time

before Pascal offered Noemie up
as a choice of model

for one of your shows,
and you were ready for her.

You laced your signature dress
in that poison,

and you made her stand in it
all day.

Oh, come on, Violet.

We know you've been
ordering paraquat for months.

Caron checked
with your Swedish supplier.

Wow. That's a lot of money.
Yeah.

I imagine they live
in a massive house, though,

so it's probably
for garden maintenance and...

Why on earth would you need
a deadly weed killer

when you live in an apartment
in the middle of Paris?

Hmm?

For one reason and one reason only.

You used your extensive knowledge
of textiles

to disguise that paraquat
into a purple dye,

and your signature gown
and that robe are steeped in it.

I never meant to kill her.

JEAN SIGHS

I just meant to make her ill,
get her out of the way.

I'd seen this girl
turn Pascal's head.

I'd suspected others over the years,
but... she was different.

I had to do something.

I knew Pascal would want
to use her for the launch,

so I was prepared.

The bodice of the signature dress
was laced with paraquat,

and I made her wear it... all day.

But you also tried
to frame her for murder.

I just wanted to throw suspicion
on her to rubbish her name

and make her very ill for a while.

I threw myself down.

All those years in the yoga dojo
came in very handy.

But it didn't work
as well as I thought,

so I sent the robe
to make her more sick,

just to make sure
another dose was absorbed.

Get her off the modelling circuit
for a while

so that he could forget about her.

But the dye must have been
too strong.

You drove me to it.

How could you,
when I gave you everything?

You told me you'd love me forever...

and you got that tart pregnant?

Violet, she wasn't pregnant,
because she wasn't my lover.

She was my sister.

VIOLET SCOFFS
Your sister?!

What on earth are you talking about?
I met her...

I met Noemie
at a casting in Paris, and...

and I couldn't believe how much
she looked like my mother.

I had one picture of her
before they put me in care,

and it was like
I was looking at her again.

When I checked her record,
her work visa,

I found out I was right.

She was my sister.

I had to get to know her.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to...
as soon as I could,

but I wanted Noemie to know first.

I wanted to... to make sure that...
that she would accept me.

I wanted to do things right.

I didn't want to turn her life
upside down before I knew for sure.

I only told her yesterday, Violet.

You murdered
my only living relative.

Pascal...

TEARFULLY: ..I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry!

So that's why
you were wearing gloves!

It was nothing to do
with Breakfast At Tiffany's!

Hiya, love. It's me.

Sorry for another message.

Could've sworn we said we were
seeing each other last night.

Probably got it wrong.

Me and my menopause memory.

Who is this again?
CHUCKLES

Only joking. Hope you're OK. Bye.

Oh, what have we been invited to?