Simon and I are most likely to fall out... in the car.
- Ah. - It's like he loses his mind.
I mean, amber doesn't mean speed up. It means slow down.
How many times?
Simon's exact words were...
Ah, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's backseat driving.
And next question. I asked Simon...
'Where was your and Jenny's first kiss?'
Ooh. Oh, gosh! I can't remember.
I think it was at a party or something.
Er... it was Halloween.
Jenny kept plying me with wine all night,
and then launched herself at me.
Ooh!
Drink, drink, drink! Drink, drink, drink, drink!
Oh, no, come on. Hasn't she had enough?
- We've been drinking all day. - Yeah!
- Right, Jenny.
Where did you and Simon consummate your relationship?
Sports centre car park.
Here we go, ladies! Champagne!
Yes, please!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hahaha!
Oh, yeah, let me have that.
No, no.
No, I'm working. No, no.
- She's the bride-to-be! - Yeah.
I don't know where she gets her energy from.
- Oh, excuse me.
Hi, darling. It's not the best time to talk.
Can I call you back tomorrow?
OK. I love you. Yeah, you too. Bye-bye.
See, I told you it'd be cool, watching the same sunrise.
It is.
I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow.
I love you.
♪ Come on and shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, baby
♪ Oh, yeah, hey... ♪
♪ Oh, yeah... ♪
Ah, ah! Bride-to-be is struggling.
I've still got all my packing to do.
You go on, but don't forget to set your alarm.
You've got an early start.
Thank you.
Oops!
I just want to say, I've got the best bridesmaids ever.
- Thank you. Night. - Aw...!
- Night-night. - Sleep well. - Night.
Oh, come on, we're not done yet, are we?
One more drink at the bar?
It just keeps ringing.
She's probably overslept. I'll get her.
Jenny, we need to get going!
Jen!
- Cheers.
Jenny?
Jenny? Jen?
Jen?
I'll get help.
I completely understand that this is a wonderful opportunity for you.
But the simple truth is...
I... I mean, we...
.. we...
just can't manage without you.
Either of you.
We can't cope.
That is, Camille... Camille and I...
.. can't cope.
Without you.
Two.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Yes, you're welcome.
Mm. Hm.
- You're here already? - Er... yes, I am.
- I called for you at the beach. - Oh, I... I was up early.
Er... the thing is, Camille, I've been thinking about what you said...
Chief!
A woman has drowned at the Dolore Sands Hotel.
What?
I take it you still haven't told the others
about l'offer undercover Paris?
No.
So, you haven't decided to take it or not yet?
Not yet.
Here we are.
Not like you to be indecisive.
Well, it's a big step, you know,
leaving the island, people I care about.
- Exactly. - Maman will be sad.
Well, yes, of course. Well, we all would be.
Look, if I can help you, you know you only have to ask.
Well, actually, it would be good to speak to someone impartial, yes.
Yes, impartial. Impartial, that's me.
- After work? - Absolutely.
How long do you think she's been there?
Mm, well, it's hard to say with drowning.
Depends on the temperature of the water.
Rigor mortis has set in.
I'd estimate she's been dead at least seven hours,
which puts time of death at some time before 1am.
Hang on.
What's that? Looks like crystals of some sort.
Um... bath salts?
No bath salts in her wash bag.
- Let's get a sample to the lab. - Mm.
- Apparently, she hadn't been to bed the night before. - Mm-hm.
Is it possible she fell asleep in her bath?
Yes, maybe, but one of her eyes is a little bit bloodshot,
which suggests she may have been in some kind of a tussle. Also...
there's a bump on the back of her head.
See, I don't think this was an accident.
I think she's been held under.
I think this is murder.
It doesn't look like a robbery.
No sign of a break-in.
- Who has a key? - Just the guests and there's a staff key.
Here. Thought you might be needing this.
We have an electric key system.
The duty log records all uses of the key.
The only time her key was used was at 8.30pm,
when Jenny arrived back from dinner.
Then nothing till me and her friend let ourselves in at seven
this morning with my staff key.
So, no-one let themselves in between 8.30pm and 7am?
No.
Hm. So, she packed her bags,
lit the candles, got in the bath and was drowned.
- Do the candles come with the room? - Yeah.
Jenny asked for fresh ones to be delivered yesterday.
How long do the candles last for?
Eight hours.
And it flickered its last at...
.. 8.07 am.
So, the body says she was murdered before 1am,
but the candles were lit after midnight.
Midnight to one is our golden hour.
That's when she was killed. Frank, thank you.
Ah, some sort of scrapbook.
Yeah, that's what those hen parties do nowadays, Chief.
Put photos and poems in a book. You know, that sort of thing.
Right. Ah, this must be the groom.
That's Simon Parke. He was having his stag party in St Lucia.
- What's that? - Looks like a quiz with her fiance
to see how much the couple knew about each other.
It's very sweet.
Poor chap. So.
Apart from Jenny coming back here last night
and Frank letting Sal in at 7am this morning,
no key was used.
- So, she opened her door to her killer. - Looks like it.
Yes, but she was in the bath.
So, she got out to let them in.
No, she couldn't have.
All the towels are still in place, haven't been touched.
Er... so, she let them in and then got in the bath?
So, she had a bath with a visitor here? Is that something ladies do?
We can only live in hope, eh, Chief?
So, she let them in late at night and then bathed.
She knew her killer.
- Maybe it was one of her friends. - Yeah.
Dwayne, Florence, bag everything up and get started on background checks.
- Camille, let's you and I go and meet this peep of hens. - Sure.
Wait.
- What is it? - It's a cork from a wine bottle.
White, I'd say, but no glasses or wine bottle here.
Maybe the maid missed it when she was cleaning.
Yes, could be. Well, let's get it bagged up and tested for prints.
Thank you, Dwayne. Right, let's go and speak to these hens.
Good morning. I'm Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.
This is Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey.
We're really sorry for your loss of your friend.
Now, can I start, please,
by asking who you are and how you all knew Jenny?
I'm Sal Tyler. Jenny and I were best mates since primary school.
Elizabeth Foss. People call me Betty. Best mates since uni.
Ivy Marcel. Jenny was my little brother's fiancee.
You're Simon Parke's sister?
Yeah.
He's in a terrible state, poor love. He's on his way over here now.
And he's been in St Lucia all week?
- Yeah. - I see.
So, after Jenny returned to her suite at 8.30,
can I ask where you all were?
We stayed up for a couple of drinks.
- One more drink at the bar? - Oh...
Oh, one, then.
- Come on. - Come on.
What time till?
Not late. We were all exhausted. Ten?
And you're all staying in suites near to Jenny's?
Oh, no, um... well, we're in the main building.
I got Jenny an upgrade as a special hen treat.
And after turning in,
did any of you leave your rooms again before this morning?
No.
Sorry, are we being accused of something?
Um... we think that Jenny had a visitor last night.
We suspect that her drowning wasn't an accident.
Oh, that's crazy. Why would someone do that to her?
Did Jenny have any rows with anyone on the island?
No, we... we haven't really hung out with other guests.
We just kept ourselves to ourselves.
And any rows within the group?
None of us would hurt Jenny. We loved her.
We were having an amazing holiday together.
We're her best friends.
Sal, are they allowed to question us like we're suspects?
Do we need lawyers?
Sal's a solicitor.
I'm sure they're just establishing the facts.
Quite. OK. Thank you.
Oh, er... one last thing.
Have you been socialising in Jenny's suite this week at all?
Drinking wine in there, perhaps?
Er... no. We always met in the bar or restaurant.
OK, thank you.
They've only been here five days. They don't know anyone else.
So, if it wasn't one of them, who was it?
- Ah, Frank. - Yeah? - This hen party all claim
they didn't leave their rooms after ten o'clock last night.
Do you have that key recording system on all the rooms?
Er... sorry. It's only on the suites.
But we have got CCTV on every corridor
- on the main building. I'll... I'll sort you a disc. - Oh, thank you.
Um... you must have seen the hens around the hotel this last week.
Er... any tensions at all? Any fallings out, that kind of thing?
Not that I noticed. They seemed to be having a great time. There we go.
That's the first floor corridor. Should be the last 24 hours.
- Thank you, Frank. You've been most helpful. - No problem.
They've gone.
It's fine.
I did it.
Well, Chief, I've dusted the cork. There are a couple of partials,
but nowhere near enough to get a match.
Oh, well, thanks for trying.
But I do have the CCTV footage of the corridor all lined up for you,
and it's like the bridesmaids said.
According to the time code, they all went to bed at two minutes past ten.
Well, the golden hour is midnight to one, so fast-forward
the tape and see if anyone leaves their room before then.
- No problem, Chief. - Right, let's see what we've got so far.
Suspects. Ivy Marcel, older sister of the groom
and the victim's future sister-in-law.
40, married, with two kids.
She runs a physio practice with her husband in Surrey.
Ah, that'll be the "why she here?" girl.
Every hen party has one.
She's usually related to the groom,
wears terrible clothes, doesn't know anybody and hates hen parties.
Dwayne, how do you know so much about hen dos?
A great magician never reveals his secrets.
Elizabeth Foss, "Betty", the uni friend.
28, single, works as a loss adjuster for an insurance company.
Couple of cautions for drunk and disorderly.
And there's always a Betty.
Dwayne. And Sal Tyler, best friend since school.
29. Grew up with Jenny in Eastbourne.
- Never moved away, and she's also single. - Thank you, Florence.
So, at 8.30 on the last night of her hen week, Jenny Burgess
bids good night to her bridesmaids and retires to her bedroom.
At some point between midnight and 1am, she lets her killer
into the room and then takes a bath in front of them.
She, or possibly he, holds Jenny underwater and drowns her.
And she's then discovered dead at 7am the next morning.
Which leaves us with the question, who would kill a bride-to-be
the night before she flies home from her hen week? And why?
Oh, Commissioner. I didn't see you arrive. Have you been there long?
Long enough.
- Good morning, team. - Commissioner. - Sir. - Good morning.
I wonder if you could spare me a few moments of your time, Inspector?
Er... yes, of course. Er... a moment, please, sir.
Er... Florence, could you make a start on the financial checks, please?
Yes, sir.
Commissioner.
I'm here to talk about Sergeant Bordey.
Ah. So, you know?
I've had a formal request to release her.
But she hasn't decided if she's going yet.
Nevertheless, she can't go unless we agree to the transfer,
by, um... signing this release form.
I see.
And will you sign it?
It's not for me to do so.
That responsibility rests with her immediate superior.
Me?
I'm sure we agree she's a brilliant officer.
Well... well, yes, of course, sir.
She's, um... you know, the best.
Quite. This release form,
whether it's signed or not, is at your discretion.
She'd hate me.
It would be in complete confidence.
If you refused to release her,
she would simply be told that the offer has been withdrawn.
No, I can't. I can't. I...
Excellent.
I will leave it in your capable hands.
I'm sure you'll do the right thing, Inspector.
- Everything's OK? - Yes, fine.
- Chief? - Yes? - I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but none of the hens leave their room during the night.
Are you sure, Dwayne?
I've just gone from where they go into their rooms at ten,
and nobody left till 6.55 in the morning.
Well, then, how did one of them kill Jenny?
~ - Sir? - Yes?
I think I've found something in the hen book photos.
- Ah, Jenny's 21st. - Sure.
And everyone is toasting for Jenny and Simon here, except for Betty.
It really looks like she doesn't want to watch.
Hm, interesting. Well, it's something.
- Chief? - Yes? - Simon Parke has just arrived from St Lucia.
- Ah, um... - Let's go.
Yes? OK.
Ivy says you don't think it was an accident. Someone did this to Jenny.
Let me get you some water. You look exhausted.
Yes, it's true that we think she was murdered.
We also think it was someone who knew her.
Someone she knew?
- Were there any tensions between Jenny and the girls? - No.
Wait. She... she called me last night around seven.
Said there was something we need to talk about when we're on our own.
- Do you know what it was about? - No, she wouldn't say.
Excuse me.
Were there any issues between Betty and Jenny at university?
Simon used to go out with Betty before he went out with Jenny.
- I see. - It was a long time ago.
It was seven, eight years?
Ten.
If I'm honest, we all thought
she still held a bit of a candle for him.
No way.
So, you were in a relationship with Betty? How long for?
Er... we met the first year at uni.
Got together at a Valentine's party and split up around Christmas.
So, it wasn't even a year.
How did Betty react when you started dating her friend?
It was kind of tricky for a while. They were really close.
It was a pretty bloody awful time, actually.
But Jenny got her through it.
I think they became closer, if anything.
Thank you for your time, Simon.
Er... please call if there's anything at all.
Merci. That was Florence.
The lab in Guadeloupe have been able to identify five fingerprints
on the inside front door handle to Jenny's suite,
and three of them belong to Jenny.
- The other two? - Betty Foss.
We didn't find any cash in Jenny's suite, did we?
Er... no, Jenny put everything on the tab, according to the resort.
But according to this bank statement,
she withdrew 6,000 out of the bureau de change two days ago.
- 6,000? - Where is it?
You want me to go down to the bureau
and see if she, or he, knows anything about it?
Maybe let's go and search Jenny's suite again first.
- Make sure we didn't miss anything. - Sure thing, Sarge.
But if we don't find 6,000 there,
and you want me to go down to the bureau and interview the cashier,
it's not a problem, you know.
Just say the word.
Excuse me. Betty?
Why didn't you tell us you and Simon were an item?
Does it matter?
Must have been tough.
Things end with Simon, and then he's with your friend.
It was all civilised.
Jenny even asked my permission before she went on a date with him.
She'd never have gone anywhere near him if I hadn't said it was OK.
So, you did still have feelings for Simon when he started dating Jenny?
Jenny was my best friend.
So, I pretended it was fine, and you know what?
It was a sacrifice worth making.
You only get one best friend in life, and Jenny was mine.
Hm.
So, can you tell us why we found your prints
on the inside of the door handle in Jenny's suite?
Oh, yeah, of course.
I, er... popped by to pick her up for the pool yesterday.
You look great. Come on, chop chop.
'I was literally there for two seconds, no more.'
I... I don't love Simon, and I haven't for a very long time.
But I did love Jenny.
Very much.
The money's definitely not here. There was no break in.
Jenny put everything on her bill.
How do you lose 6,000 in a day?
I wouldn't mind giving it a try.
I think we've hit a brick wall here, you know.
I suppose the only thing now
is for me to go and check it out at the bureau de change.
Hopefully, it will shed some light on it all. OK?
- Dwayne? - Sarge?
This isn't anything to do with the new cashier I hear is working there?
- Er... - Gloria, I believe, is her name?
Er... really? Gloria, you say?
And she's new?
Er... I didn't know that.
Mm-hm.
- Sir? - 'Yes, are you nearby?'
Yes, actually, I'm at the hotel right now.
- 'Can you meet us by the hens' rooms?' - OK.
I'll be there in a minute.
Jenny was killed between midnight and 1am.
Yes, but the CCTV proves
the hens didn't leave their rooms until 7am the next morning.
Well, it had to be one of the hens.
So, a bottle of beer to whoever can work out
how someone can get out of their room without being caught on CCTV.
Er... there's an obvious answer,
but, er... do you really want us to try?
Er... no, no, a general always leads from the front.
No! OK, er... sir, I don't think that's a good idea!
You can barely walk in a straight line.
Rubbish. I'm like a pigeon.
Cumbersome over land, but very agile through the air.
No, no, no, sir! I'm serious!
Come back over! You could injure yourself.
Sir, she's right. It's really not safe.
No, nonsense! I'm just getting my bearings.
- Oh...! - OK, stop! That's it!
We're coming round, and do not move!
No, I'm fine! No need to panic!
Oh. Oh... oh.
- Oh. - Oh, my goodness! - Humphrey!
I'm fine. No panic. I am perfectly fine.
Ow. Ah. Ow.
All right.
Ah. Ow.
- Ah. Ah. - Oh!
You could have got yourself killed!
How could I go to Paris? You wouldn't survive a week.
No, I very probably wouldn't.
Right, so, although we've proved
that the killer could get down without being seen on CCTV,
I can't really see how they'd do it injury-free,
and none of the hens look scratched or injured to me.
Yeah, even if they did manage it, how did they get back up?
Mm.
That was the pathologist's office.
They are confirming Jenny died from drowning
and the bump on her head is consistent
with being held underwater.
- Mm. - So, you are right. It's a murder.
Now we should call it a day. You need a plaster on that.
Yes, probably a good idea. Let's approach it fresh in the morning
and see if Dwayne comes up with some new leads for us.
Right, let's see if I can still walk.
Ah. Ow.
Ah, that's fine.
Give me your knee.
Er... yes. Ow.
So, have you made a decision? About the new job?
- They need to know by tomorrow. - Yes, and...?
Ow.
And... my head tells me that a move to Paris
is the best thing for my career,
and yet...
my heart... says stay.
Does it?
- Yes. - Well, then, to help you,
we... we should make a, er... pros and cons list.
- A what? - Er... pros and cons, for and against.
- Really? - Yes.
So, reasons to move to Paris.
I like cheese.
Ah, fromage. Excellent choice, madam. May I suggest the vin rouge?
This is ridiculous.
OK. If you're stumped, then we should move to the, er... "stay put" column.
Well, that's easy.
- My mum. - Right.
So, the, er... current roundup is... is your mum versus cheese.
How's the leg?
Er... yes, much better, now I can't feel anything below the knee.
So, er... tell me, Catherine, how do you feel about this Paris business?
I think Camille should make up her own mind.
Yes, well, come on. You must have an opinion.
Obviously, I wish I could keep my daughter in my pocket for ever.
But if Paris is what she wants, I love her too much to keep her.
Yes.
Maybe Maman is right.
Maybe this is something I need to decide for myself.
- Oh, morning, sir. - Morning.
Um... could we, um...?
Er... yes, of course.
Thanks.
So, have you decided?
Yes.
I need to go. It's such a good opportunity for me.
Sir, say something.
Say something.
Er... well, yes. I... I'm very happy for you.
And, of course, I'll... I'll be sad to see you go. We all will.
But, as you say, it's a great opportunity.
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Now, let's, er... go and catch ourselves a killer.
Now focus. Focus.
Er... ah, yes.
Now, why was there a cork on the floor
underneath the chair of the victim's bedroom?
There has to be a reason.
Ah. Morning, Dwayne.
Morning, Chief. Sarge. Sarge.
So, tell me, how did you get on with your lead last night?
Pretty good, I'd say.
I reckon we might have a possible suspect on our hands.
Really? That's fantastic.
I spoke to the cashier at the bureau de change, where Jenny
withdrew the 6,000.
- Did she remember anything? - She remembered plenty.
She had to think twice about handing over that amount of money
to someone who was being accompanied by an angry friend.
Your contact thought Jenny was being intimidated?
Look, all Gloria knows is that Jenny and another woman
had an argument before going inside the bureau.
Jenny then withdrew the money and handed it to the woman.
- Did the cashier give a description? - She did one better than that, Chief.
She gave it to me in glorious Technicolor.
Gosh. That's Sal Tyler...
- Yeah. - .. Jenny's old school friend.
Er... Florence, have we managed to get anything on her?
No, not really. She's a secretary at a law firm.
She doesn't earn a huge amount.
Well, hang on. Did you just say she was a secretary?
Er... team secretary. That's what the person I spoke to called her.
Then why did she let Ivy tell us she was a solicitor?
Er... Florence, Dwayne, check Jenny's mobile phone records
and follow up with the lab about the crystals we found on the bath.
- Chief. - Sir.
- Sir? - Yes?
- We need to go and talk to Sal Tyler, don't you think? - Yes.
- Oh, um... - Oh, good morning, Commissioner.
- Commissioner. - Sir.
Good morning, team.
(I'll catch you up.)
Sir.
- I've had Paris on the telephone. - Yes?
They want to know if we're releasing Sergeant Bordey.
Well?
No, sir. No, we're not.
She's far too valuable to my team. I won't be signing the release form.
I see.
Excellent.
- I'll let them know. - Thank you. Is that all, sir?
Yes, it is.
Thank you.
- Problem? - No, no problem.
Come on.
I understand that you're a solicitor. Is that right?
- Yeah. - Does it pay well?
It's just that we were wondering...
why did Jenny give you 6,000 the day before she died?
We have a witness who says you forced Jenny to give you the money.
I didn't force Jenny. I didn't even want it.
Then tell me this - seeing as you're actually a secretary
and you've been lying about being a solicitor,
why on earth should we believe a single word you're saying?
I think it's time you started to tell us the truth.
OK, the solicitor thing, right,
it's something I told Jenny a couple of years ago.
Why?
Jenny and I were best mates since playschool.
But when she went off to uni, we drifted apart.
Two years ago, we eventually got back in touch,
and it turns out she was doing really well for herself.
It shouldn't have mattered, but when we first met again...
I wanted her to think that I'd achieved something too.
So, when she asked, I lied.
I told her I'd gone to night school and been promoted up to solicitor.
How did you afford this holiday?
I didn't.
I took out a payday loan.
I'm in so much trouble when I get home. Oh!
But then Jenny found out I'd maxed out all my credit cards.
Sorry, madam. This card has been declined.
Can I try this one again, please?
Sorry, madam. This card won't work. Do you have another?
Is there a problem, Sal?
So, you had to ask Jenny for a loan?
No.
She insisted on giving me the cash to cover the holiday.
She was so understanding, but that just made it all worse.
That's what your witness saw,
me just taking my embarrassment out on her.
I missed Jenny so much when she went off to university.
I only lied because I wanted us to go back to the way we were.
I want Jenny back in my life, not dead.
So, Dwayne, what happened with you and Gloria?
Did you manage to get her phone number?
I don't know what you mean, Sarge.
OK, look, I really don't want to be indiscreet.
But let's just say, I might be putting a call
into the bureau de change before the end of the day.
Very impressive, Officer Myers.
- Sarge. Sir. - Yes?
We chased Jenny's phone records, like you said. You should see them.
They make for interesting reading,
because two voicemail messages were left on her mobile
from a hotel landline,
before midnight on the night of the murder.
- Just before midnight? - I know.
Just before the candles were lit and she was killed.
- Have you accessed her voicemail? - They have been deleted.
But, according to the record,
she accessed and deleted them at 7.15am the following morning.
Wait, wait, wait. She accessed her voicemails after she was dead?
Ah, but Florence came up with the idea
of dusting the screen of Jenny's phone to see who else had used it.
- And have you got a match yet? - I'm working on it now.
Honore Police Station?
Yes, this is Camille Bordey.
Oh.
Um... yeah, all right.
Thank you for letting me know.
Is everything OK?
Yes.
Well, it seems that the job in Paris is no longer on the table.
Oh. Did they say why?
Just that they are looking for someone already living in Paris.
Are you disappointed?
Yes.
But if it's not meant to be...
.. c'est la vie.
Yeah.
I've found a match.
Then who was it who called Jenny's voicemail after she died?
The duty manager, Frank.
We have pretty compelling evidence, so I'd think hard before you deny it.
The voicemails weren't from me.
They were from Ivy.
We got chatting at the bar.
She was a laugh, once she loosened up.
We got on to her life back home,
how she's only got two toddlers for company.
She wanted to let loose. I wasn't going to say no.
- Shh.
Mm!
'Things were a bit awkward when we woke up.
'I don't think Ivy was feeling too proud of herself.
'She'd forgotten she'd planned to go for a jog with Jenny.'
Ivy had been begging Jenny not to tell her husband.
That's what the late night voicemails were? Ivy begging Jenny?
Yeah. It was Ivy's idea to delete them.
So, I did, after I called for an ambulance.
She knew her secret would get out if the police got hold of the phone.
It's fine. I did it.
What we did had nothing to do with the murder.
Yes, perhaps. Perhaps not.
But why risk a criminal charge by deleting the voicemails?
I'm no saint, but I'm not heartless.
Ivy was in a state about her husband finding out.
I felt for her. But that's all.
Look, can we please just not talk about it? I can't bear it.
I'm afraid you cheating on your husband is relevant
to our investigation.
What I did, that's not me. I love my husband.
Oh, God! If he ever found out, if my kids found out...
Jenny knowing your secret is a motive.
Having Frank destroy the evidence doesn't help your case.
It was a terrible, one-off mistake I made,
after being drunk for the first time in six years.
I'm sorry, but I... I couldn't let it tear my family apart.
By deleting the voicemails? Or by killing Jenny?
I'm not a killer.
I imagine that, for the rest of your life,
waiting for your sister-in-law to blow your family apart
- must be torture. - Don't say that.
Good Lord! What must Jenny have thought of me?
Jenny didn't actually agree to keep quiet, did she?
Well, she needed time to think.
So, yes, I panicked and I left her a couple of late-night
begging messages, and when she died, I knew you'd find them.
You can't let my mistake with Frank come out.
Look, I know I... I don't deserve any kindness.
But, please, I love my family.
You're a suspect in a murder investigation.
I'm afraid we can't promise anything.
I'm not scared of being a murder suspect.
But I am very scared of those voice messages.
What does that say about my guilt?
What are you most likely to row about?
Oh, that's easy, Sal. Jenny's backseat driving.
Found anything on the DVD yet, Chief?
Er... nothing, no, except for the fact that Simon clearly loves his fiancee.
Hm.
God, that is terrible.
What is?
I ran a record check on everyone, and it threw this up.
That Betty's sister?
Carol Foss. She came home from her gap year
and she was killed in a road traffic accident.
But look when it was.
That was the same month that Betty broke up with Simon Parke.
- Yes. - That's what he meant by, "It was a bloody awful time."
And he also said it was the victim who helped Betty get through it.
Which explains their bond.
And makes it less likely she'd be our killer.
There's no clear motives.
So, what do you think?
Er... well...
Come on. Come on.
All right.
Motives.
Sal Tyler has been lying to us from the start.
She received a large sum of cash from the deceased
the day before she died
- and we only have her word as to why. - Hm.
- Betty used to go out with Simon, right? - Mm-hm.
Maybe she just wanted him back.
As for Ivy, I think she could commit murder to keep her affair
with Frank secret.
Yes, but whatever their motives,
how did any of them get out of their rooms to do it?
See, the crime was committed between midnight and 1am,
and all were seen entering their rooms at 10pm
and not emerging until 7am the following morning.
One of the hens must have done it.
- Mm, that's strange. - What is?
It's the labs on Guadeloupe.
They've got back to us about the crystals we found
on the side of the victim's bath,
and they're saying here it's just table salt.
- Salt?
You know, like you put on your food.
Why would you sprinkle salt around your bath?
Maybe it's some sort of hippie remedy.
But if the salt belonged to her,
we'd have found a salt cellar at the scene.
Who takes salt to a murder and then sprinkles it around a bath?
But then why did Jenny open the door to her killer,
and, while we're at it,
why did an otherwise well-cleaned room contain a cork?
Yes, Chief, you're cooking now.
Buckle up, everybody.
Go on, then.
Sorry, there's something I've got to do.
Where him gone?
- Humphrey! - Er... yes, hello, Catherine.
Is everything all right?
Well, yes, that is a good question. I'm not entirely sure.
Um... can I, er...
Ah, um... er... can I ask you something? Of course.
Good, um... and... and I need you to be entirely honest with me.
What is it?
Do you think Camille would be happier
staying here or accepting the job in Paris?
Camille is ambitious, adventurous.
She always has been.
Of course she wants to go to Paris and work undercover,
and although I'd rather she stayed here on the island, safe from harm,
I know it would be best for her to leave.
And you must know that.
Yes, I do.
Wait.
I thought the job had gone.
Ah. Well, it... it... Yeah. Well, it has.
Er... it's just that, um...
Oh, this table.
Well, it... it's just...
I may have...
Hold on.
Good grief!
- Merci. - Humphrey!
Humphrey!
Eh?
I've got it.
- You know who the killer is? - Well, no.
At least, not yet. But I think I know why we found a cork in her room.
Well, at least Florence has worked out why there was salt on the bath.
- Mm-hm. - Have a look at this.
Good grief!
We stayed up for a few drinks.
'She opened the door to her killer...'
It was Halloween.
She was killed in a road-traffic accident.
So, what does that mean?
The game they played, the, er... the questions and answers.
Yes. The other statements?
- And the sister thing. - Ah, yes.
- Ah! - Oh!
That's it.
God, it's awful. But it fits.
Well, come on. You know what to do.
Water.
Yeah.
Thank you, all, for joining us.
You see, when I open the door on to a crime scene...
.. I ask, "What is the character of this murder?"
And the character of Jenny's murder...
.. was personal.
I didn't do it.
You're out of your mind if you think I did it.
I know. I know.
I always said the killer was one of her bridesmaids.
You said Jenny was murdered between 12 and 1.
We were all in our bedrooms then.
You were. CCTV proves it.
Between 10pm and 7am the next morning,
you were all safely tucked up in your beds.
Then it can't be one of us.
That is unless...
.. unless the murder was actually committed much earlier in the evening
and it was just made to look like it happened after midnight.
I mean, that would be quite a clever trick, wouldn't it?
Wouldn't it, Betty?
Sorry?
Cos it was you who murdered Jenny, wasn't it?
That's ridiculous. You can't just assume...
From the start of the case, we worked on the basis
that the murder happened after midnight,
because the eight-hour candles in Jenny's bathroom
flickered out at approximately 8am the morning her body was discovered.
Little did we know you'd, er...
misdirected us with a sleight of hand.
Isn't that right?
We found salt crystals on the side of the bath,
and, after a little digging,
I discovered that if you add salt to a candle,
it makes it burn down much more slowly.
Thus extending the candle's life by, in this instance, over two hours.
After drowning Jenny, you poured salt onto the candles.
You spilt some on the side of the bath,
allowing you to murder Jenny before you'd even gone to bed.
But the three of us were all together before then.
The entire time?
No loo breaks, no phone calls in a quiet spot?
Of course, but we're talking a couple of minutes at most.
That's all she needed before her absence would be conspicuous.
See, she didn't have time to, er...
wait at Jenny's front door for Jenny to get into the bath.
She needed to be in and out in a flash.
- But none of them had a key. - She didn't need one.
She'd already ensured the door wasn't locked.
Because Betty had been in Jenny's room that day.
I was literally there for two seconds, no more.
She didn't go to the suite just to collect Jenny that morning.
She went because she'd already decided to murder her friend
and she needed to prepare the ground.
You see, we found this...
.. on the floor of Jenny's suite.
It was hidden under the chair, if you're interested.
And I don't mind telling you that it's, er...
it's been bugging me ever since.
Until I realised that,
just as there's a trick to stopping a table from wobbling,
there's also a trick to stopping a lock from working.
It's an old burglar's trick, in actual fact,
something I dare say you came across
in your job as a loss adjuster for an insurance company.
The door was never locked from that point,
meaning Betty could enter Jenny's room whenever she wished.
All Betty had to do was wait for a sign that Jenny had started her bath.
- Another one, ladies? - No!
'At which point, she just had to buy herself a few minutes.'
I'm just going to nip to the loo. Back in a sec.
'You needed to be quick.
'But all you had to do was open the door.
'And that is when you made your one mistake,
'because in your rush to get away, you prised the cork out,
'but in your panic you didn't quite see where it went.
'Maybe you looked for a few seconds, but you couldn't delay any longer
'and, after all, it was only a cork.
'I mean, how incriminating could that be?
'But all this allowed you to return to your friends,
'without them even realising that Jenny was already dead.'
You knew that when we found the eight-hour candles still working,
well, we would presume
the murder couldn't have happened more than eight hours before,
giving you the perfect alibi.
You could prove that you were in your own room after midnight.
But why?
Exactly.
Betty had handled you going out with Jenny for years, so why now?
Because of something you said.
Me?
- Well, I wasn't even on the island. - Not in the flesh.
But in the recording for the hen quiz...
Er... it was Halloween. Jenny kept plying me with wine all night and
then launched herself at me.
'You let slip that you and Jenny got together at Halloween, '
which was two months before you and Betty split up.
Well, it was so long ago, I... I forgot.
Well, I'm sorry, Simon, because that was the moment Betty realised.
All those years, she'd sacrificed her feelings for you,
because she believed that her friend Jenny had been honest with her.
And not just any friend. Her best friend.
So, when she heard that honesty never existed,
that you'd been cheating on her with her best friend for months...
You know, I think that Betty also realised at that very moment
that had her best friend been honest with her, told her the truth...
.. then her sister Carol would still be alive.
See, when you really got together at Halloween,
Carol Foss was travelling the world.
If you'd told Betty the truth when you should have done...
.. she wouldn't have even been in the country
to try and comfort her sister.
But instead, when she heard what happened,
she jumped in her car to travel from Cornwall
and died in a road accident.
In Betty's mind, your duplicity was responsible
for the death of Carol Foss.
That's something you have to live with.
But in her fury...
.. Betty didn't even give her friend a chance to do that.
She'd just discovered that her best friend betrayed her,
with the most horrific consequences.
Drink, drink!
That's why Jenny called you straight afterwards.
I think she sensed that Betty had worked out
that you'd both gone behind her back. Is that right, Betty?
Ten years she's been laughing at me.
You both have!
You murdered my sister! You murdered...
What a day! So, have you got any plans for this evening?
I'm meeting Gloria at seven.
I shall look forward to hearing all about it tomorrow evening.
Hm? Come again, Sarge?
Gloria is an old friend of mine.
I'm meeting her for a drink tomorrow evening,
and I'm sure she'll tell me
all about her special night out with Officer Dwayne Myers.
- Hey. - Hey.
Can we talk?
Of course.
What's going on?
I think it's time I was honest with you, at least, as honest as I can be,
which may well not be very honest at all in the grand scheme of things.
Er... but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't do what was right.
OK, you know, sometimes, as much as I think I understand English,
I... I'm not sure I do.
- Your job in Paris. - Yes?
It was me that got them to withdraw their offer.
- What? - They needed me to agree to release you.
- I refused. - Why?
I didn't want to lose you.
But I... I knew deep in my heart you wanted to go.
When you first told me about it, I saw it in your eyes.
You were excited.
And you still stopped me going?
Yes.
I'm sorry. I've behaved selfishly.
You see, you've become very important to me, Camille,
much more than you'd ever know.
But if you care about someone, you... you have to let them be the person
they are, not the person you want them to be,
otherwise what's the point?
So, I called the Commissioner.
He called Paris,
and, well, the point is,
you're flying from Guadeloupe in the morning.
The ferry leaves first thing.
You... you see, my father always told me that you can't help
making a mistake, but if you try and make it right,
people will forgive your stupidity.
I could kill you.
Yes, well, if it helps, I could throw myself in the sea.
Don't tempt me.
Maman and...
.. the team.
You.
Don't worry. I'll muddle through.
You're wet.
Yes, I am.
It will dry.
You'd better pack.
Thank you.
Maman!
Je vais a Paris.
♪ Baby, I love you and you going away... ♪
Don't you go leaving me too, old pal.
♪ Girl, I love you
♪ And you leaving
♪ But I'll make it anyway... ♪
I'm so proud of you.
- I'll ring you every week. - Of course you will.
- Now go.
Have your adventure.
Well? I didn't get up early on a Saturday for nothing, you know.
Come now.
Oh, I'm really going to miss you.
Those Parisians are lucky to have you.
Let me know if you need a visitor.
I'll show them how to party island-style. Personally.
Oh, and you are going to do just great.
- You think? - Oh, yeah. Promise me one thing, though.
- Look after Humphrey. - Of course.
I knew we couldn't keep you for ever.
But you will always have a place here, whenever you want it.
Do us proud.
I'll try.
- You'd better go in, huh?
Yeah, but...
I'll get him to call you.
Yes, OK.
Well...
.. goodbye, everyone.
Camille! Wait!
Wait, wait!
Oh! I'm sorry I'm late.
- It's all right. - I had to get you a leaving present.
What is it?
You'll see.
- I'm going to miss you. - And me, you.
Hey! Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, thanks.
♪ Yes, I'm glad, I'm glad of the good news
♪ That happened last night
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ So, don't you marvel
♪ These things must come to pass
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ So don't you worry, don't get upset The best is yet to come
♪ I'm glad, I'm glad of the good news that happened last night... ♪
- You did the right thing.
Letting her go.
Oh, I know.
I know.
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