Episode 1 Death in Paradise

Who knew a seating plan could be this hard?

I don't even know who half these people are.

-Thank you, Rita.

-No problem, sir.

-I might have guessed I'd find my best man at the bar.

-Dad!

-Stephen.

How's the blushing bride?

Oh!

Well, I've a few pre-wedding jitters, but I'll be fine.

17 hotels in our portfolio and you had to choose this one.

It's like the entire island moves at quarter speed.

Karen, darling, I couldn't care less.

I'm not here to work, I'm here for my wedding.

-Now, is everything set with the welcome drinks?

-Daddy?

SHE SQUEALS

I am so sorry! Oh, I wanted to be here when you arrived.

But I was just so stressed from that plane.

I literally had to get some Reiki.

This is what you're marrying into, Diane.

Not too late to make a run for it.

LAUGHTER

I mean, I may as well have not brought my phone at all.

There is totes no service.

People just think I've fallen off the earth.

Mmm.

And don't get me started

on the bridesmaid's dress they're making me wear.

I'm going to look like an overripe plum.

It's basically horrendous.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Your shirt, Mr Marston.

-Thank you so much.

Audrey, you're a life-saver.

STEEL DRUMS PLAY

Oh, thank you very much. How are you? Lovely to see you.

-I'm glad you could come. It's lovely, thank you.

-Where's Diane?

-She'll be down in a minute.

-The band are far too loud.

-I have to talk to Oliver.

-Your band is perfect.

Everything's perfect, so for once stop fussing and have a drink, OK?

We're so pleased to welcome so many dear friends

-and family to the Marston Hotel, Saint Marie.

-PHONE BEEPS

I just want to talk you briefly through

the running order for tomorrow.

The wedding will start at 10:30 in the morning. Don't be late.

Mr Marston. Is everything all right?

LOCK BEEPS

Diane? Let me in.

I can't, I'm sorry!

-..passed her...

-LOUD THUD

SCREAMING

Excuse me.

Diane?

HE WHIMPERS

HE SOBS

PANICKED BREATHING

-Oh!

-Oh!

Suspect has entered the market.

Blue T-shirt.

Got him.

Blue T-shirt.

10 o'clock.

OK, so, that's one teaspoon of turmeric

and three teaspoons of chilli paste.

No, Jack, it's three teaspoons of turmeric,

-one teaspoon of chilli paste.

-Oh, right!

You wouldn't want to get that wrong, now, would you?

-Blow your head clean off.

-Not just your head!

Oh!

SHE LAUGHS

Hey!

Stop, police!

Hey! Hey, wait! Come here!

Come!

Melon curry.

Who'd have thought it was even a thing?

Who tried it first?

Can I get you a drink?

I'm on duty.

Oh, just a small one.

THEY ARE OUT OF BREATH

-Where is he?

-I don't know.

-OK...

Now, Catherine, are you sure it isn't too big?

I mean, there's only the two of us, you know that.

-It will be fine, trust me.

-It's very heavy.

Here, would you hold this for a sec? You're under arrest.

But then you look like a bright young man, you probably guessed as much.

-What with the handcuffs and all.

-Sir?

You got him.

-How...?

-PHONE RINGS

I don't know.

Commissioner, what can I do for you?

Gotcha.

Be right there.

-Right, lock this fella up. Meet me at the Marston Hotel.

-Yes, sir.

And bring the melon too, would you?

CLUCKING

Half an hour ago, a woman named Diane Smith appears to have

thrown herself off her own balcony.

Appears to have?

There's no reason to believe it wasn't suicide.

And what makes it especially tragic is that Miss Smith was due to

marry Philip Marston tomorrow morning.

-This is his hotel?

-One of them.

Philip is an old friend of Saint Marie.

He employs about 100 islanders, so...

..I need to be reassured that this matter will be handled with speed,

discretion, tact and dignity.

Don't you worry, Commissioner.

Discretion, tact and dignity are my middle names.

I mean, not really. It's actually Fintan.

After the little-known St Fintan...

You don't need to know that. It's fine.

So, Mr Marston's booked out the whole hotel for the wedding?

And all the guests were here in the terrace when Diane fell?

Yes, regrettably many of our guests and several of my staff.

And you were out here yourself keeping an eye on things?

No, I was heading towards my office.

I actually passed Mr Marston on his way upstairs.

We'll need a list of who's staying in which room.

I'm afraid we don't usually release that information.

It would violate our guest privacy.

I'm guessing you don't usually have

guests chucking themselves off your balconies.

Now, Diane's balcony, which one would that be?

317, on the third floor.

Anything else, I assure you, my staff will be happy to help.

-Now, if you'll excuse me...

-Right.

Poor woman.

So far, sir, the injuries are as expected.

Yeah.

-Well, that's intriguing.

-Sir?

-Nail varnish.

-Yeah, but only on the one thumb.

Is that a thing?

A thing?

A womanly thing?

Having one nail a different colour to the rest,

or using your bra as a makeshift pocket?

Not that I know of, sir.

But it's a bit odd, don't you think?

Hmm.

Dwayne, JP, you can release the body.

We should have a word with Mr Marston.

-Huh?

-You all right?

-Yes.

You keep on looking around. What is it?

Good policing, JP! Always alert!

Sorry to intrude, but DI Mooney

and DS Cassell just need to ask a few brief questions as a formality.

-It should take only a moment.

-Sure.

Go ahead.

What do you need to know?

-So, you're Mr Marston's son?

-Stephen.

-And these are my sisters...

-Karen and Perl.

Thank you, Stephen, we can speak for ourselves.

Well, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I just need to ask you if there was anything about Diane's

behaviour that suggested she might be about to take her own life.

Well...

She, uh...

HE CLEARS THROAT

She sent me this.

"I can't live with myself. I'm sorry."

Any idea what she was referring to?

There was a pretty brutal article in one of the UK papers this morning.

Apparently Diane got knocked up when she was, like, 15 or whatever,

and then just, like, totes abandoned the baby.

Pearl...

It was, er...

It was years ago but...

..she'd never forgiven herself.

Right. And the article brought it all back again?

-Yeah.

-Totes.

So, Mr Marston, after you received the text,

you raced back to the room, room...317.

Yes.

When I got there, the door was on the chain.

And I, er, I begged her to let me in and she shouted...

I can't, I'm sorry!

I barged the door open.

But it was too late.

I can't do this now.

-Are we done, Inspector?

-Yeah.

Just one last thing, er, if you don't mind.

Where were you all at the moment Diane died?

Erm, I was in my room, getting ready for the party

when I heard screaming.

I went onto my balcony and saw Diane's body,

I rushed straight down to Dad's room.

Dad!

Pearl was already there with Dad.

You were with your father when he broke in?

I got there just after.

I was in my room, across the corridor...

Diane?

..when I heard...

-BANGING

-..all the noise.

Oh, God.

Daddy?

And what about you, Miss Marston?

I was at the party...

We're so pleased to welcome...

..saying a few words.

So there was definitely nobody else in the room with Diane?

You heard Daddy,

she was deffo alone and the door was basically locked.

Look, 130 of our friends and family just witnessed Diane's death,

all right? You can ask any one of them what happened.

Now, please, could you leave us alone to grieve?

-This is it, room 317.

-Hm.

And that's Pearl's room there?

She'd locked herself in all right.

She was barely more than a child herself.

But why dig up the story now, 30 years later?

Here's the text to Philip.

"I can't live with myself. I'm sorry."

Sent at 5:55pm.

-Florence, you're a woman.

-Yes, sir, I am.

From what I recall of my wife's dressing table,

leaving a lid off a nail varnish bottle,

I mean, that's practically a crime.

Of course.

The liquid sets if you don't screw the lid down tight.

It becomes... How do you say it?

-Gloopy.

-Gloopy, exactly.

So if she was planning to kill herself,

surely she would've taken a little bit more time to finish her nails.

I mean, look around.

She was a tidy person.

Not the sort of woman to leave a cap unscrewed.

But if she was interrupted...

-You don't think it was a suicide.

-No.

I'm convinced Diane Smith was murdered.

Because of one fingernail.

Exactly.

No-one seems to have seen anything.

I mean, how is that even poss...?

Dwayne, what are you doing?

I'm not here.

-What are you talking about?

-I said I'm not here.

But you are, I can see you.

Not as long as that woman's coming this way you can't.

Now, act natural.

Dwayne Myers, is that you?

I'm sorry, Dwayne who?

He's behind that bush.

Nope, nothing in there, JP.

Oh, Audrey.

Fancy seeing you here.

So...

..how's you been keeping these last few years?

Tell that man that if I never see him again, it'll be too soon.

I get it now.

She's the reason you've been acting so weird since we got here.

No way, Sherlock, you worked it out.

What's she got against you?

Let's just say we have history.

Now, let's get out of here and fast.

You are saying, despite all evidence to the contrary,

-you don't believe Diane took her own life.

-No.

And just so I am clear,

you have no concrete evidence to support this theory?

Not as yet, no.

Philip Marston confirmed that the door was locked on the inside

and Diane was alone.

It seems pretty clear to me.

I think it's time to wrap this up.

Trust me, Commissioner, I'd love to knock it on the head

and get back to the shack and discover the joys of melon curry,

but what if Diane Smith was murdered?

And, to be honest, I don't know if I could live with that.

On your head be it, Detective Inspector.

Commissioner. OK, we're all done here, nothing to report,

-see you at the station.

-Hold on, Dwayne, we're changing tack.

This is now a murder investigation.

Murder?

-Are you sure about this?

-Oh, yes.

Diane Smith's room is now a potential crime scene.

I need a full forensic sweep. There's a head maid...

Audrey, I think her name is, she'll help you get set up in there.

Where you going?

You heard the man, go and speak to Audrey.

He asked you.

Well, I'm delegating.

-FLORENCE:

-We have 130 guests, do we need to consider them all suspects?

It's likely whoever killed Diane wanted to stop this wedding

at all costs.

Who'd be most affected by her becoming a Marston?

One of the immediate family.

Has to be.

Karen was on the terrace giving a speech.

Stephen was in his room getting ready...

Dad, there's something I need to...

Pearl was in her bathroom...

-Dad.

-Mm-hm...

Sorry, love, yes? What is it?

Are you going to be working all night? It's just...

What time is it? You must be starving.

I'm so sorry, love.

The plan was I was going to try this new recipe

-I got from Catherine, melon curry.

-Ooh.

If you can believe that!

But I had to use the melon to arrest the drug mule

and Florence thinks it might be evidence so...

-I'm not even going to ask.

-Wise.

-Tell you what, why don't we go out?

-OK.

-Come on.

So, what's on your mind?

You remember our summer holidays on the west coast,

how I never wanted them to end?

Yeah, your mum and I had to practically force you into the car.

And you were crying the whole way back to London.

Then the next day, you're with your friends, happy as Larry again.

What made you think of that?

This arrived this morning.

They need to know if I'm going to defer my place for another year.

Right.

And when do you need to decide by?

Tomorrow.

Well, there's no decision to be made.

You're far too smart to waste that brain of yours sitting on a beach.

When will you need to leave?

There's a flight from Guadeloupe the day after tomorrow.

Wow.

I thought you were going to say a couple of months.

Where will you stay? You'll need money.

Well, Auntie Eileen says I can stay with her until I find a flat-share.

Sounds like you've got it all worked out.

Catherine, guess whose brilliant daughter

is about to take up her place at university?

-You're leaving us?

-No.

Well, I'll be back in the holidays.

Your father is going to miss you.

Er, are you joking?

I've had enough of her cramping my style and getting under my feet.

Thought she'd never leave.

All right, thanks anyway.

Yeah, appreciate your time.

You immoral, spineless, parasitic, bottom-feeding hack.

That was the journalist who wrote the story about Diane?

Journalist is too polite a word for what he is.

Not a shred of remorse.

He said the story came from an anonymous tip-off,

just landed on his desk.

Someone is trying to discredit Diane, but why?

Maybe they wanted to drive her to suicide.

Or maybe they wanted to give her a motive to make it look like suicide.

Sir, are you all right?

You seem a little...edgy.

Do I? Sorry, no.

I'm fine.

I mean, Siobhan's leaving the island tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

It's a good thing. She's going to uni

and I'm happy for her, I really am.

Yeah, really, really happy for her.

Right, we're dealing with a family of billionaires.

Let's not overlook the obvious. Dwayne, JP, see what you can glean

-about the personal finances of these five.

-Yes, sir.

Right, what do we have so far about Diane Smith?

Only child, parents died years ago.

She joined the Marston Group as the head of HR three years ago.

Before then, she worked in a number of hotels in London.

Her CV's pretty impressive though.

Always getting promoted, working her way up.

-A grafter.

-A workaholic.

She even arranged an appointment the morning of her wedding, sir.

With who?

"Chris C - 9:30"?

-Could've been about the wedding preparations.

-Maybe.

Well, let's find out who this Chris C is.

Right, even though we don't yet have a how, the question is,

why did one of these people want Diane Smith to die

the night before her wedding?

That is if we really believe it was a murder.

Oh, ye of little faith. Dwayne, I'll tell you what.

Prove me wrong, you'll never have to buy me a beer again.

You're on.

What about the children's mother, the first Mrs Marston?

Died 15 years ago. Cancer.

Karen is the oldest.

She became managing director of the Marston Group

when she was 20 years old.

People now see it as much as her company as her father's.

When I was 20 I was eating banana sandwiches and watching Crackerjack!

Stephen is the company's global brand ambassador which,

as far as I can tell,

means he travels the world, staying as a guest in his own hotels.

And what about her, Pearl, the youngest?

Left school at 16.

Tried her hand as an actress, did a few bit parts

and some modelling work.

In other words, she lives off her rich daddy.

Totes. It means totally, I checked with Siobhan.

Although, sir, there is a rota in Miss Smith's papers

for Pearl Marston to do work experience in the group's hotel.

Oh, sounds like Daddy's putting his foot down.

And there's something else. We ran a PNC check and five weeks ago,

Diane Smith called the police

when a woman was banging on her door, shouting abuse.

Who was doing the shouting?

Pearl Marston.

This won't take long, will it?

If I don't get this massage soon I am literally going to die.

Oh, sorry about that. But can you tell me,

how did you feel about Diane becoming your stepmother?

She was never going to be that.

That's what you were arguing about

the day you turned up on her doorstep.

That was nothing.

I mean, she totes overreacted and it wasn't like I was a threat.

Well, she must've felt threatened. Why would she call the police?

To show me up to Dad.

Diane never liked me.

She thought I was lazy just because I don't have a job or whatevs.

So she thought you should go to work for the family firm.

I do work for the family firm.

I'm a Marston.

I'm promoting the brand every time I post online.

What did she think I was going to do,

put on a uniform and serve people?

She couldn't let it go, you know what I mean?

Totes.

I mean, totally.

Pearl, what do you think might have driven Diane to take her own life?

It was the article.

That's what tipped her over the edge, wasn't it?

Well, possibly an unfortunate choice of words,

under the circumstances.

Thanks. Understood.

That was Dwayne.

There is no sign of a Chris C on the guest list,

-in Diane's phone or on the hotel staff.

-Hm.

They've also been looking into the Marston finances,

but their accountants are refusing to disclose anything.

Well, you don't get to be this rich

without knowing how to hide your assets.

Who else would have access to this information?

-Maybe their lawyers.

-Yes, exactly.

The family's lawyer was on the guest list for the wedding.

Bet he's kicking his heels by the pool right now.

-You should go and talk to him.

-Why me?

Because I've just noticed something vitally important.

Look, Florence, "Vasco da Gama".

Sir?

"Marco Polo." Come on.

-Where are we going?

-To find Christopher Columbus.

Would you excuse me a moment?

The morning of her death Diane had a note in her diary,

"Chris C, 9:30."

Chris C wasn't who she was meeting, it was where.

Christopher Columbus suite. So, my question to you, sir, is,

who booked the room for that time, who was Diane meeting?

I'm afraid there was no meeting.

You haven't even checked the system.

As general manager,

I personally oversaw every last detail of this wedding.

I know what was scheduled in every room in the hotel,

down to the last minute.

And I can assure you there was no meeting in that room at that time.

Oh, I see.

Well, we'll just have to take your word for it. Thanks.

-Do you believe him?

-Not for one second.

So come on, Dwayne, the suspense is killing me.

You have got to tell me what happened between you and Audrey.

And which Audrey would this be?

You know, "If I never see that man again, it'll be too soon" Audrey.

-Oh, that Audrey.

-Mm.

So, is she an old girlfriend?

Girlfriend is too strong a word, OK?

We went out with each other for a couple of months

around 10 years ago, that is all.

Boy, that woman is angry.

-I mean, what did you do to her?

-I don't know!

-You don't?

-No, seriously. I have no idea.

I mean, I can understand her being upset at losing me,

she's only human.

But this woman went crazy.

She went around telling anyone who would listen that if she ever

saw me again, she would cut off parts of me I'd rather keep.

Well, if that was me,

I'd want to know what I'd done to upset her.

JP, whenever a woman is concerned,

don't ever ask them why they're angry. It never ends well.

Ah, perfect timing.

So...

..after I had no luck with the Marston accountants,

I decided to run a check on all the currency exchanges on the island.

-Smart thinking, Dwayne.

-And I just received this.

Three days before the death of Miss Smith, Stephen Marston

took 20,000 out of the bureau de change in Port Louis

-on the other side of the island.

-20,000, that's a lot of cash.

-Drive over there, find out what you can.

-Will do.

-COMPUTER BEEPS

-Oh, sir, the PM's in.

Great, what does it say?

"Massive blunt force trauma to the head and neck -

"consistent with a fall from a considerable height."

There's no mention of any other abrasions

or cuts to the skin pre-mortem?

No fibres or skin under her fingernails?

-No defence wounds?

-No, sir.

So, nothing that suggests she was pushed, hey?

Nothing that proves she wasn't.

I don't know what you thought you were playing at.

Pearl is a child, a sensitive child.

She's just lost her stepmother for God's sake,

-and there you are making all kinds of insinuations...

-All I want,

Mr Marston, is to make absolutely sure we know the full truth.

Now, I believe Diane deserves nothing less.

We know what happened. I was there. I saw it with my own two eyes.

You knew Diane, I didn't.

But from what little I do know,

I struggle to believe that she would take her own life

because of some rubbish written in a newspaper.

Oh, it wasn't just the article, it was...

-..30 years of guilt and shame she'd been holding in...

-Mr Marston,

forgive me, now the last thing I want to do is add to your suffering.

All Diane ever wanted was to bring this family together.

I'm a very wealthy man.

But she couldn't care less about the money.

She loved me in spite of it, not because of it.

And she was prepared to take it all on,

-the name, the attention, my kids.

-It can't have been easy for her.

No, it wasn't, it was bloody awful, but she hung on in there.

And they all came to love her in the end.

Even Pearl.

Although, I understand they were arguing

over Pearl joining the company.

You have children?

-I have a daughter.

-Then you'll know all too well

the delicate balance between doing what they want and doing what's

best for them in the long term, and Diane understood that, just as I do.

-Of course.

-Now, I know you think you have a job to do

but this family has suffered enough.

Diane took her own life, end of story.

So you will drop this investigation right now.

Glad we understand each other.

-What was he doing here?

-Erm... Nothing, no. Just...

He just wanted to know how the investigation was going, yes.

How did you get on with the lawyer?

He'd been in the sun drinking cocktails since breakfast,

so it wasn't hard to get him talking.

I even persuaded him to print out a copy of this on the hotel computer.

What's this? A prenuptial agreement.

Apparently it caused a big family rift.

Diane refused to sign it with Philip's blessing.

So who did want her to sign it?

Who had this drawn up in the first place?

The managing director, Karen Marston.

Afternoon, Miss Marston. Can we have a word?

Not right now, I'm on a timer.

Ah, it's police business, I'm afraid.

You could always run besides me.

You must be joking, we'd need a team of paramedics and an ambulance.

So, they tell me that you're the real brains of the Marston clan.

You've met my siblings, I'm the only brains.

So it all rests on you.

Quite a burden to have thrust upon you at the age of 22.

I dragged Dad kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

When I started, we were still serving fish finger and chips

in the restaurants,

now we have three Michelin stars across the group.

-You must be very proud of what you've achieved.

-I am.

And Diane wasn't just your father's fiancee,

-she was also your head of HR.

-I hired her.

-So you trusted her enough to take a key role in your business.

-Yes.

Yeah, but not enough to let your father marry her

without signing a prenup.

It wasn't personal.

I have a duty to protect our company, to protect my father.

Did he need protecting?

He was leaving himself wide open. He was leaving us wide open.

Yet he took her side. Now, that must've been hurtful.

You've given your whole life to this company

and he was prepared to risk everything for her -

a woman you'd hired.

I don't know what you're implying but I suggest you tread carefully.

This conversation's on tape and we have excellent lawyers.

I can't believe she threatened to sue you

just because she didn't like your questions. What a family.

Well, you know what they say.

If you want to know what God thinks of money,

look at who he gives it too.

Dwayne, JP, how did you get on at Port Louis?

Well, sir, we went to the bureau de change

and the lady actually remembers serving Stephen Marston.

When he got the 20,000,

he got back into the taxi and drove off.

Any idea where he went?

We found the taxi driver he used.

He took him to an address up in the hills,

number 4 Rue du Plessis,

-but no-one was in.

-Who lives at 4 Rue du Plessis?

Well, it's owned by a woman called Julie Francois

but we checked the address and no-one was home.

Well, whoever she is, why was Stephen delivering 20,000?

Blackmail?

Mmm. Or did she play some part in Diane's death?

Either way, let's try her house again in the morning.

So, this is Siobhan's last night on the island.

Mm.

I hope you're planning something special, you know?

-Send her back to London with a Caribbean glow.

-Oh, yeah.

I thought I might make dinner at the shack.

I've got this great recipe for melon curry.

What?

All due respect, I think you can do a bit better than that.

Which part? The melon curry or...?

-Both.

-The whole thing.

What do you suggest? I mean, Siobhan said she wanted

to do something that captures the essence of the Caribbean.

-Dwayne?

-Dwayne.

How can she still be angry after ten years?

Who holds a grudge that long?

What did I do?

Well, if the thing is still bothering you,

why don't you go and talk to her?

Are you mad? You saw the way she was looking at me.

If looks could kill, my photo would be up on that white board

right now with the inspector circling her name.

Then suit yourself. OK? As long as you're happy

to go the rest of your life never knowing the truth.

You're going to miss her.

It's a funny old thing.

I knew it was coming,

just...don't think I admitted to myself it'd be so soon.

I was the same with Camille.

You spend all this time teaching them to be independent

and then wonder why they want to leave.

The fact is it's not us who cut the apron strings, it's them.

You're right.

Siobhan's been independent since she was about three years old.

I'm the one who... Well,

I've never lived on my own before, put it that way.

Dad, it's your turn.

-Oh, no, I don't think so.

-Come on, Dad. Be brave.

Limbo's not really my area.

HE GROANS

Dad?

I think I've broken my spine.

HE GROANS

Oh, sir.

How are you? Here, sit down.

Oh, thanks, Florence, but it's actually less painful to stand.

So, I've been searching through Diane's laptop.

It's all work files.

I just checked a CV for Oliver Fitzwarren, the hotel manager,

and look...

Before this job, he'd never worked in a hotel.

Looks like he's a failed banker. So how did he get the gig?

He and Stephen Marston were at school together.

Jobs for the boys.

HE GROANS

Commissioner. Good morning.

To what do we owe the...? HE GROANS

-Are you quite all right?

-Fine. Thank you.

Yes. Just a slight limbo related injury.

Speaking of low bars,

would you mind explaining why I spent much of last night

talking Philip Marston out of launching an official complaint?

Come on. That's absurd.

No.

No, no, no, no.

What is absurd is that

even when Mr Marston asked you to step back

you persisted in haranguing his children

with these baseless theories.

Haranguing? That's... No, that's completely unfair now.

You've yet to show me a single piece of evidence

which suggests Diane Smith didn't take her own life.

We're working on it. We just need a bit more time.

Unless you present me with something tangible by the end of the day

I'm overruling you and closing this case down.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Florence...

..please tell me you have something.

I have something.

Thanks, but that didn't help.

No, I really have something.

I found it in a folder marked "wedding admin".

At first, I thought it was music cos it's a sound file, but listen.

-RECORDING:

-There's nothing to worry about.

-I assure you the situation's in hand.

-No, I'm not having this.

We'll sort it out when I'm there, Saturday morning.

-That's the day of your...

-It'll only take ten minutes

for you to sign the statement and don't even think about trying

-to get out of it or I'll call the police.

-I assure you...

We can assume that's Diane Smith's voice, but who is she talking to?

That's clearly Oliver, the manager of the hotel

and Stephen's old school friend.

PHONE RINGS "I assure you." It's practically a catchphrase.

Although it's not very reassuring.

-JP.

-Morning, sir.

Me and Dwayne are back at Julie Francois' house

and it's still all locked up but we found a neighbour who knows her.

She says that she lives here on her own.

And - check this - she works at the Marston hotel as a maid.

Why would Stephen be visiting a hotel maid with 20,000?

It's a hell of a tip.

Dwayne's got an ex-girlfriend there, Audrey Lefevre,

and I bet she'll give us every information that we need to know

about Miss Francois if we ask nicely.

-Oh, you do, do you?

-Mm.

-That's perfect. You two see what you can get on Julie Francois.

-Yes, sir.

-RECORDING:

-The situation's in hand.

-No, I am not having this.

We'll sort it out when I'm there, Saturday morning.

That's the day of your...

I assume this was to take place in the Christopher Columbus suite.

Look, I assure you, there's nothing untoward here.

It's just we...

..we take the privacy of our guests very seriously.

Oliver...

..we've done a bit of background on you.

Fired from your last job for insider trading.

You only got this one because an old school chum pulled some strings.

I'm an outstanding GM.

This place is like a well oiled machine.

You realise lying to a police officer is a criminal offence.

All right, look, it wasn't about me. It was...

..it was about Stephen.

What was the statement she wanted you to sign?

She was trying to bring formal charges against him.

Her own fiance's son! I refused to sign.

Unlike Diane, I'm loyal.

What kind of charges?

The last time Stephen was here,

he had an encounter with one of our maids.

It was just Stephen being Stephen.

She blew it out of all proportion.

Sexual harassment.

This maid, was her name, by any chance, Julie Francois?

Did Stephen Marston know that his future stepmother was about to

bring a charge of sexual harassment against him?

Of course he did.

Well, I must say, you both look a bit overdressed for the seaside.

You could at least loosen your tie.

Oh, Monique, drinks for my guests here. Anything they want.

Thanks, but we're not your guests.

Right, of course. You're on duty. Too bad.

Mm! Still, though, drop by any time, mention my name,

you'll be looked after.

You know what I was wondering?

What exactly does a global brand ambassador do.

Much as it sounds. They call it snagging in the trade.

I make sure everything's up to scratch,

from the cocktails to the curtains.

You mean you get to help yourself to whatever you fancy - food, drinks...

..staff?

Like Julie Francois for example.

All right, whatever you've heard, it wasn't how she said.

-No?

-No.

You didn't try to force yourself on her?

No, I... Look, I wasn't trying to frighten her.

It was just a bit of fun. I was drunk. It was...

Oh, well, that makes it fine.

You were aware that Diane was trying to bring charges against you?

Bless her. Diane was typical HR. Such a stickler for procedure.

Had she told your father?

No.

He'd have taken it in his stride. He's a man of the world.

Are you sure about that? Because it strikes me that assaulting maids

is not exactly on-brand.

If this had come out, you'd have lost your job.

If you can call it a job. Let's say lifestyle.

We know what you were willing to do to buy Julie's silence -

pay 20,000.

But how were you planning to silence Diane?

No. No, I didn't.

All right, we had our differences but I did not want her to die.

Karen, the eldest daughter.

Frustrated by Diane's refusal to sign a prenup,

scared of losing half her company.

But that would only happen if they divorced

and there's nothing to suggest that was on the cards.

Not to mention the 130 witnesses that can place her at the party.

Stephen, the son.

Desperate to contain a sexual assault charge.

But he tried to buy Julie off.

Pearl, the youngest daughter.

Even I'd be hard pushed to suggest a fear of work experience

as a motive for murder.

Sir, even if we had a motive,

we still come back to the same question.

Diane was alone in her room with the door on the chain.

She sent a final text message.

Philip heard her call out and...

An entire hotel worth of guests saw her land on the terrace.

I know, I know, I know.

Be good enough to call the Commissioner, would you, Florence?

Tell him...

..the Diane Smith case is closed.

JACK GROANS

Looks like I'll never have to

buy another beer for the rest of my life.

-Here. You shouldn't be doing that.

-It's fine.

I'm a big girl. I can carry my own suitcases.

You won't forget to feed Harry?

-Who's Harry?

-I know you love him really.

Let's just say we've come to an understanding.

I mash up his mango and he doesn't sneak up on me in the shower,

when I'm most vulnerable.

Besides, the more I look at him,

the more he remains me of your Auntie Bridget.

Thick-skinned?

No. Beady eyes and bandy legs.

And the sneaking up on me in the shower.

Going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

Listen, you don't need to come with me to the airport.

-No, I'd like to, of course.

-Why?

Either way, we've got to say goodbye.

It's nicer to do it here than in some horrible departure lounge.

-Text me as soon as you land.

-I will.

-Yeah. Don't forget now.

-I love you, Dad.

-Oh, shut up. Don't start me off.

Love you too, kiddo.

-ANSWERPHONE:

-This is Jack and Siobhan.

We're not here so please leave a message.

BEEP

This is Selwyn Patterson.

I just spoke to DS Cassell

and I gather you closed the Diane Smith case.

I'm glad you saw sense in the end.

JACK GROANS

Oh. She's gone, my scaly friend.

Skedaddled. Flown the coop.

Oh, well.

You're hungry?

Well, that's not my problem now, is it?

Fine. All right.

But just a snack.

It's like she was never here.

She was never here.

I was in my room, getting ready for the party.

I barged the door open.

I was in my room across the corridor.

I was at the party.

Where is it?

Look, Florence!

It's in the room list.

Look at the numbers. HE LAUGHS

Do you see it yet?

I'm sorry, sir. See what?

Who killed Diane Smith.

Afternoon. DI Mooney would like you all to join him on the terrace.

Oh, for God's sake. What is it now?

There's some fresh information about the death of Miss Smith.

-Well, I can't come, I've got a Pilates class.

-No, no. Come on.

Let's hear what he has to say for himself this time.

You go if you want.

I've had enough of that man and his ridiculous theories.

I need to check on the refurb in Miami.

Where is Karen?

She was called away to a meeting at the last minute. Miami.

Police! Stop!

Stop!

Let me...go!

Ah!

Agh!

Ah, fair play to you, Florence.

What the hell's going on? Selwyn, what is this?

-Why is my daughter in handcuffs?

-I was wondering about that.

I apologise for the delay.

I find it always holds things up

when one of your suspects tries to do a runner.

Suspect? I hope you're not implying that my daughter...

I'm not implying anything, Mr Marston.

I'm stating clearly and categorically

and for the avoidance of doubt

that Diane Smith's killer is sitting right here.

Killer? What?

We all know, the night she died, Diane was troubled

after a nasty story appeared in the British press, dragging up her past.

We can only imagine her state of mind as she was getting ready,

sitting there, steeling herself to face everyone,

painting her fingernails.

She only managed to paint one nail,

her left thumb,

when there was a knock on the door.

As she got up to answer it,

she didn't even replace the lid on the bottle,

thinking she'd be back any second to finish the job.

But that wasn't to be

because the person at the door had other plans -

murder.

So who was it?

Who was it who knocked at the door?

It was Pearl.

Sweet, wide-eyed Pearl,

who I assume not only hired a PI to dig up the dirt on Diane

but then leaked the story to a carefully chosen tabloid.

What are you talking about? Pearl's not capable...

Selwyn, do something about this.

Carry on, Inspector.

I suppose you're going to tell us next

it was Pearl who pushed her off the balcony.

Well, close, but not quite.

She WAS pushed, only it wasn't Pearl.

It was you, wasn't it, Stephen?

What? You're insane.

That's ludicrous.

Diane was alone in the room, the door was locked, I was there.

Yes, you were, but the point is, you see, she wasn't.

The killer was never in the room and neither was the victim.

And you're saying that's me, that I'm the killer?

Yeah, one of them, along with your accomplices.

Well, your two sisters.

I've got 130 witnesses

who will confirm I was downstairs at the party.

Well, of course you were, but that was all part of the plan,

to distract everyone's attention away

from what was happening above you.

We're so pleased to welcome so many dear friends and family.

Karen, tell him he's wrong.

Now, look, I have no idea what Pearl said to Diane

when she knocked on the door.

She must have spun her a story

about Stephen needing to see her urgently, a matter of life or death,

which indeed it was.

Stephen needs to see you, now.

With Diana out of the room, Pearl set about her part of the plan.

She chained the door behind her

and then, using Diane's phone,

sent a text message to her father.

After years of wanting to be an actress,

Pearl finally found the perfect role.

Diane?

It wasn't Diane who called out, "I can't, I'm sorry!"

It was Pearl, imitating her voice.

I can't, I'm sorry!

You took a gamble that your father, in his panic,

wouldn't spot the difference.

See, it's all a matter of perception

and that's why Philip didn't catch the killer red-handed

when he smashed his way into the room only seconds later

because the only person in the room at that moment was you.

-You were in the bathroom...

-Diane?

..when you heard the commotion, but not your own.

You were in Diane's bathroom,

simply hiding until Philip had gone out onto the balcony.

Daddy?

This doesn't make any sense. If...if...

..if Diane wasn't even in the room then how exactly did she die?

It's a good question, Mr Marston...

..which I'm coming to right now.

As best man,

Stephen was tasked with the allocation of the rooms.

Now, the room you shared with Diane was room 317 on the third floor.

But Stephen's room was 417,

directly above you on the fourth floor.

Knowing that Pearl would send Diane up to see him,

Stephen waited for her to arrive.

-Diane.

-I can't stay...

Then I imagine all you had to do was

provoke her into some sort of an argument...

..say, about Julie Francois,

and then somehow cajole her out onto the balcony,

until you heard the signal from the room below - four little words.

-PEARL:

-I can't, I'm sorry!

And with everyone watching Karen make her speech,

no-one saw it happen.

THUD

It was Pearl's idea.

-Karen, tell them it was...

-Shut up! Shut up!

You knew the autopsy wouldn't be able to tell us

whether Diane fell from the third floor or the fourth

as long as you sold the illusion that Diane was in her room

and that everyone else only arrived after your dad had broken in.

Dad! Dad!

Who would believe that any of you could have been behind the murder,

let alone all three of you.

None of you are denying it.

Tell him it's a lie. Tell him!

Why?

We didn't want her.

A friend of mine said recently

it's not the parents who cut the apron strings.

She was right.

There comes a moment when most children, they feel the need

to find their own lives.

None of you three ever did.

Now, why would you, when you had everything you ever wanted on tap?

And when you spend your life in a series of hotels

with your name on it, the Marston family name,

there's one word that you never hear,

until Diane Smith came into your lives.

For the first time you heard the word "no".

Each of you had a reason to feel threatened by Diane.

She wasn't going to forget about a sexual assault charge

or let you sidestep getting a job

or let you pressure her into signing a prenup.

Diane wasn't going to be bought or bullied.

So you reacted the way all spoilt children do.

Except it wasn't just your toys you threw out of the pram.

Take them away.

I'll catch up with you.

-So you arrested them.

-Yes.

Audrey, whatever he was in the past,

the Dwayne Myers I know now is a good man.

OK, what's he done so bad that you can't forgive him?

While you were dating her you also had a fling with her sister?

Dorothy is Audrey's sister?

And her auntie!

Wait, wait. Alice is her auntie?

Oh, Lord.

No wonder the woman never forgave you, Dwayne,

if you were working your way through her whole family.

Hey, hold on a minute. That's a bit harsh.

Harsh? You know how she found out?

-How?

-Because you gave them all identical bracelets.

Well, Turtle Pete had a good deal going on - buy one, get two free.

And she didn't say anything about her cousin Valerie in Sandy Bay?

You.

What?

Are you going to be OK?

Oh, I think so, sir.

I should probably scold you for endangering yourself and a suspect.

I should probably apologise for doubting you.

Oh, well. What do you say we call it quits?

Excellent work, Detective Inspector.

I believe you just raised the bar.

Thank you, sir.

I have to ask.

-How did you...?

-Oh, well, she just painted one thumbnail, you see,

and she'd left the lid off the pot, which, of course, makes it gloopy.

DWAYNE LAUGHS

Ah, well, nice work, chief.

I never doubted you.

I appreciate that, Dwayne.

Looks like you'll be buying the beers from now on.

Wait, no. That's not what we agreed.

Chief!

I'm parched.

KNOCKING

Dwayne.

A bet's a bet.

Good man, yourself. Come in.

KNOCKING

So, we were just passing and we thought you might be hungry.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you.

I'm never going to be able to manage all that on my own.

-Don't worry about that, sir.

-OK.

KNOCKING

I thought cos it's your first night without Siobhan,

I would keep you company with a bowl of... What else?

No, it's not!

Wow. That's amazing, Catherine. Come in. Come in.

Hm.

When did that happen?

LAUGHTER

OK, drinks all round.

One more for Audrey.

Hey, that's not funny.

Melon curry. Who'd have thought?

Nice.

Mm!

-It's amazing.

-Oh, really?

-Oh!

-Let's try this.

You all ready, ladies and gents? Your table awaits.

An American poker player

just dropped dead in the middle of a game.

With Florence out of action, I might need you to step up.

-I've just had a promotion.

-Temporary.

-As Detective.

-Acting detective.

-And this tournament, it's a big deal?

-You better believe it.

The winner goes home with 3 million.

The paramedics suspect poisoning.

The four of us, five if you count the dealer,

were alone at that table for an hour and a half.

-Why would I want to kill Bobby Rodrigues?

-Besides the 3 million?