In the name of Sevis Lwa, I command the spirit Bondye.
Speak to me!
There's truth in the bones!
Evil
is coming.
A scarred man. (SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
Look, he's a killer.
He's killed before.
He will silence me.
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
Assassin!
I am to be murdered.
I am to be murdered. Murdered.
(WEEPING)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
CAMILLE: I understand.
Okay, no one is to touch anything.
I want the room locked until we get there.
Have we got any ice cubes?
-Sir? -To go in front of the fans.
Basically, they're just pushing
warm air around.
Coming.
-We should go. -Oh, yep.
Good, good. (SIGHS)
What's going on?
A body has been found.
-Where? -Notre Dame School.
The school's closed, but I've left
a message for the Headmaster.
-Where is he? -I don't know.
He must have gone out.
Signs of rictus.
Blood around the lips.
She's been poisoned.
WOMAN: I am to be murdered.
I am to be murdered.
(CLICKING)
Ah, Dr Hudson. My old school science teacher.
The years have improved him, if anything.
So what was she drinking?
Rum.
So what's an old lady doing drinking rum
in a school classroom?
Who was she drinking with, and where's the bottle?
Well, sir, if Mr Dunham hasn't changed,
there might be one here.
-Mr Dunham? -The school headmaster.
And he used to take a quick shot while we were
writing up notes.
He thought we didn't see him. Here it is.
-You went to this school? -Yes, sir.
And if you want to commit the perfect murder,
you can't do better than a school science lab.
The poison's in that cupboard there.
And reference books and equipment here
for mixing up recipes.
So that's how you spend your time
in school, is it, Fidel?
Planning the perfect murder?
Quite right, too.
So, what happened here?
She was murdered.
You can have a point for stating the blindingly
obvious, Dwayne,
but I think in order to bring someone to justice,
we may need a little more.
She was murdered by a scarred man,
who's killed before and wanted to silence her.
Voodoo?
She said it, Chief, I swear.
And this was last night?
After you'd been drinking?
I wasn't the only one there.
She said she'd be murdered, and that she saw
it in the bones.
Well, that'll be a first. A victim that actually
predicted her own murder.
Well, you know, there's more to
life than life.
That doesn't even mean anything.
-Did she say anything else? -Just what I told you.
That she'd be killed by a scarred man?
MAN: Would someone tell me what's going on?
I'm Nicholas Dunham, the headmaster here.
Good morning, Fidel.
Good morning, sir.
Angelique Morel.
She was...is my mother-in-law.
I'm widowed now but...
Do we know how she died?
-Well, we're really just beginning...
-She's been poisoned.
What?
Is this your rum?
It's usually in my desk drawer.
Did you drink any of it with Angelique this morning?
Don't be absurd.
Well, it seems she was drinking
with someone.
Well, she came to see me earlier.
We talked briefly and then I left.
And when I did, that bottle was most definitely
still in my desk.
-Sir? -Yes?
No, sorry, sir. Not you, sir, but that sir,
-sir. -Yes?
This glass, I can smell almonds.
Do you keep cyanide in your poisons cupboard?
Yes.
But all dangerous chemicals and poisons
are kept under lock and key, here,
away from the children.
RICHARD: How many keys are there?
NICHOLAS: Just the one.
Mine. So, um...
as you'll see,
all the chemicals are here.
And yes, here's the cyanide.
Don't touch, if you don't mind.
Dwayne, bag this bottle of cyanide,
will you?
Sir.
There's no way that Angelique could've been poisoned
with that cyanide.
Well, let's find out, shall we?
After all, this is a school science lab,
you're a scientist.
I'm sure you've heard of the Prussian blue Test.
Of course.
Then perhaps you can find me the necessary chemicals.
Prussian blue is a colour discovered in the 18th century
and you only get it when you mix three...
So who else has been in the school today?
Uh, Molly Kerr, my secretary.
Tom Hilton, the school handyman,
and Father Charles Dean.
We first add iron sulphate...
-And who discovered the body? -Father Charles.
-We need to talk to them all. -Of course.
Because if there's any cyanide present...
Mmm-hmm.
...once we add the nitric acid,
the liquid will turn...
Prussian blue.
There was cyanide in this glass,
Headmaster.
Any idea how that might have happened?
Angelique just wanted to borrow some books from me.
Something to do with herbal remedies.
CAMILLE: Did you know she practised voodoo?
Yes, well, we rarely discussed it,
this is a Roman Catholic school,
after all.
CAMILLE: How long did you talk to her for?
Ten minutes, no longer.
Then I left her to it and went off to
run some errands.
You left her alone in your classroom?
Well, I didn't know she was about to be murdered, did I?
And these errands, what were they?
Well...
I went to buy some fruit from the market.
-And did you? -Well, I'd just arrived there
when I got Molly's message to come back.
-Isn't that right, Miss Kerr? -Yes, Headmaster.
-Oh, Molly Kerr. -Sorry...
I've been the Headmaster's secretary
for 20 years.
Did you see Angelique at all today,
Miss Kerr?
Oh, yes, I let her in.
I took her straight to the Headmaster's classroom,
just as she requested.
Then I went back to the office.
Which is where I was 20 minutes later
when Father Charles came to tell me
he found her body.
So that's when I rang for an ambulance
and called the police.
I hope I did the right thing.
No, it's a very thorough account.
Thank you.
(GATE BUZZING OPEN)
So Angelique arrived just after 10:30.
The Headmaster said he'd left her by 10:45
and she was found dead by 11:00.
It has to be the Headmaster.
-He's got a scar. -Oh, don't do this.
-But the prophecy... -All right, that's enough.
No one's to mention this prophecy again,
do you hear me?
We're detectives.
We deal in physical evidence and forensic science.
We do not stick pins into dolls and dance naked
around a campfire.
-Now, that I'd like to see. -Yeah, well,
it's not going to happen.
-But it came true. -No, it didn't!
The reason Angelique Morel is dead
will contain means, motive and opportunity,
will have a killer who wanted her dead
and it will contain scientific fact and evidence
that will conform to known precedence.
It will not, I repeat,
not have anything to do with spirits or crystal balls.
Is that perfectly understood?
Nobody, and I mean nobody, is to mention that word again.
-Which word? -Voodoo.
Oh.
You can't come here and dismiss a whole religion.
Creole beliefs have been part of the island for
hundreds of years.
So were cholera and TB. And the French.
But you managed to get rid of them in the end.
-I'm half-French. -There's no such
thing as half-French.
I want full statements detailing
where everybody was
between 10:30 and 11:30 this morning.
And the Headmaster told us he went to the market,
so find out if anybody saw him there.
What about Father Charles? He found the body.
No.
First, I want to see what kind of woman
predicts her own murder.
That's not strictly correct procedure.
Never had you down as a stickler, Camille.
Definitely the Headmaster.
-Hell yes. -Hmm.
The Headmaster has a link to the victim, he has access to
the poison cupboard,
it was his room and he seems to be the only one with
the opportunity.
Exactly. It's too easy.
Oh! Oh, that's what this is about,
isn't it?
You don't like things to be easy,
do you?
You want them to be difficult so we can all see
how brilliant you are.
I'm sorry, but when even
the murder victim
gives me a description of the killer,
and all the evidence also points at him, I feel like I'm
being manipulated.
So, you ignore the truth?
I don't know what the truth is yet.
Nicholas Dunham is a killer.
You can't possibly know that.
-Well, I do. -How?
-Intuition. -Oh, great.
Why don't we just go the whole hog,
you know?
I'll take my clothes off, you light the fire.
(SCOFFS) He's English. -Good grief.
-Yeah.
Is that a lizard? Don't get any ideas.
(GURGLING)
Was that your stomach?
RICHARD: (CLICKS TONGUE) Hmm.
Why would Angelique go to the school
for a book on herbal remedies
when she's got her own library?
This must be Angelique's daughter,
Delilah.
Nicholas's dead wife.
These are pretty hardcore.
CAMILLE: It's so sad.
Camille?
She hated Nicholas Dunham enough
to burn his photograph.
-Then why stop by for a chat? -Exactly.
-Then we need to talk to him again.
-Nope.
Now we talk to Father Charles.
He found the body, Camille. It's correct procedure.
You'll appreciate that.
FIDEL: I'll come with you.
DWAYNE: No, you stay here and process the evidence.
And make a start lifting the fingerprints.
I'll go down to the market and see if anyone remembers
seeing the Headmaster.
Then I suppose I better get after Tom Hilton.
Why do I always have to stay here while you run
around having fun?
Because I'm the only person around here that looks this
cool on a bike.
(PRAYING SOFTLY)
Father Charles?
Yes.
I presume you want to ask me about Angelique.
Detective Inspector Richard Poole.
We understand you found the body
of Angelique Morel.
Yes, poor woman,
but she was old and I think it's no secret
to say her health was deteriorating.
You believe she died of natural causes?
-Didn't she? -She was poisoned.
Well, we're still trying to establish the...
Can you tell us your movements today?
Well, I was in my office this morning
writing a sermon
and I sometimes join the Headmaster for coffee,
so just before 11:00 I headed
towards his classroom.
Did you see anyone else?
I passed Tom Hilton, the caretaker,
in the top corridor.
Morning, Father.
But when I got to the Headmaster's classroom...
Yes?
Well, that's when I saw the body
just lying there.
I didn't know what to do,
so I went and told Molly at once
that I'd found the body.
If you passed the caretaker in the corridor,
did you see where he was coming from?
No.
Could he have been coming from the science room?
I suppose so.
How well did you know Angelique, Father?
I think you can say we moved in different circles.
But you knew she was Mr Dunham's mother-in-law?
Yes.
-He's widowed now? -Yes.
His wife passed some while ago.
Do you know how she died?
Yes, I believe it was suicide.
Very sad.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
FIDEL: Sure.
And we're going to need a preliminary autopsy report
as soon as you've got it, okay?
Thank you.
Well, if I'm not arrested, then this is kidnapping.
Tom, how are you doing?
Fidel!
-Boy, you've done some growing.
-Yes, sir.
You hear that? "Sir." That's respect.
Which you might have had, if you'd gone to school.
I went to school. Sometimes.
-Where's the Chief? -They've gone
back to Notre Dame.
Fidel, he dragged me out of Juliana's.
Still half a drink on the bar.
Well, you shouldn't go running off,
should you?
-I know my rights. -And what are they?
That I'm allowed a phone call.
And a beer.
(GATE BUZZING OPEN)
-You know what I'm thinking? -No.
How can you say that?
Because I have never at any time
while I've been with you
-known what you're thinking. -(SCOFFS)
Okay, first, Angelique must have known her killer.
-Agreed. -Secondly,
to predict her own murder,
she either managed to be in contact with
the spirit world...
Or?
Or she feared her life was in danger somehow
and this was her way of telling us.
Thank you, finally a sensible explanation. Yep, of course.
And thirdly, we should speak to my mother.
Okay, now you've lost me.
I'm pretty sure she knew Angelique.
CATHERINE: You must have heard the story?
-What story? -It was a huge scandal.
Nicholas Dunham found out his wife
Delilah was having an affair.
I think you need to hear this.
(SIGHS)
Must be 15 years ago now.
Nicholas discovered the affair and confronted her.
He begged her not to leave.
And did she?
No one knows what really happened, but Delilah was
such a sweet girl.
People say she was torn between
Nicholas and her lover,
both pulling her in different directions,
until she couldn't cope any more.
Then one night, she went for
a walk across the cliffs
and threw herself into the sea.
-Was her body ever found? -No.
-(STOMACH GROWLING) -Sorry.
Was that your stomach again?
Well, there's only so much mango and sweet
potato a man can eat.
Can I cook you something?
-Oh, well... -A crab salad?
Squid? Boudin?
I'm fine, thanks.
-CATHERINE: Poor Angelique. -Dwayne saw her last night.
He said she predicted her own murder.
-Voodoo? -RICHARD: Please.
CATHERINE: You don't believe?
What, in people foretelling the future
using chicken bones?
I'm more Church of England, really.
-Because God is English? -Mmm.
Almost certainly.
Do you know anything about voodoo?
Yes.
It's all witch doctors and wild hair. You know,
sort of staring eyes.
It was born from slavery and colonisation,
but based on Christianity.
In voodoo, the prayers are Catholic. They even worship
the Catholic saints.
Papa Legba holding the keys to the afterlife,
only because St Peter does.
Well, there you are. You learn
something new every day.
Thanks for your help.
Come on, Camille, lots to do.
-Bye, Mama. -Bye.
RICHARD: Oh!
Delilah Dunham's lover, did you know who he was?
Yes, his name was Charlie Dean.
RICHARD: So Father Charles was having
an affair with Delilah.
I wonder why he didn't tell us that?
So, if her body was never found,
wouldn't it be natural for Angelique to think
that her daughter was maybe murdered?
You mean by Nicholas? Hmm. Well, that would explain why
she was burning photographs of him.
And what if she could prove it, finally?
And she went to see him today to accuse him of murder?
-Oh, that's why she made the prophecy.
-Go on.
It was her insurance policy.
If he killed her next, we were to look
for a scarred man
who might have tried to silence her.
It's Nicholas. He's our killer.
Camille,
see if you can find the file on the disappearance
of Delilah Dunham.
Who are you?
Uh, that's Tom Hilton, Chief. The school caretaker.
-Afternoon. -He's sitting in my chair.
-Out of the Chief's chair. -Why is he drinking beer?
It's hot.
Oh, really? Take him to an interview room.
Thanks. Oh, any news on the autopsy?
It's scheduled for 5:00 this afternoon. They'll send
a preliminary report.
Background checks on the staff?
All clean, except Tom in there.
He's been arrested for almost everything.
-Including murder by any chance?
-No, sir.
Just theft, drunken behaviour,
receiving stolen goods, driving without a licence
and goat rustling.
Go and take his statement, would you?
Concentrate on who he saw at the school this morning,
-particularly around the science lab.
-Yes, sir.
Chief, I asked around the market
and no one remembers Mr Dunham being there at any
time this morning.
He's a well-known figure.
If he was there like he said he was,
someone should have seen him.
So he lied about his movements.
Oh, and look, my mother was right.
Delilah's body was never found.
Print it out, would you? Fidel.
-What kind of headmaster was Mr Dunham?
-Very strict, sir.
When he passed you in the corridor,
it was stand up straight, hands behind your back.
Pompous, stickler. Always had to
have the last word.
He loved putting people in detention.
He is a killer.
Let's bring him in.
Mr Dunham? Would you accompany us to the station?
We've got a few questions we'd like to ask you.
No, I wouldn't.
Well, we're asking politely, but we can do
this the hard way.
NICHOLAS: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.
If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.
In that case, I'm arresting you for the murder of
Angelique Morel.
-What? -You do not have
to say anything,
but it may harm your defence if you do not
mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
NICHOLAS: You're making a serious mistake, young lady.
I'm innocent. Now, take these things off.
Don't you know who I am?
What?
I was hoping to make it a bit less official.
He wasn't cooperating.
It's a good job you're not armed.
You'll regret this, young lady.
I believe I'm allowed a phone call.
FIDEL: Okay, well, thank you.
That was the pathologist.
The preliminary report's in
and Angelique definitely died of cyanide poisoning.
We've got the right man.
Can you prove to me that Nicholas
killed Angelique Morel
without using the words "scarred man" or "voodoo"?
Okay, what evidence did you recover
from the scene?
Cyanide.
What are these?
DWAYNE: Fidel found them in the bin by
the door of the lab.
Shard of glass from the sink in the lab.
If you wanted to kill someone, would you really do it in
your place of work?
The thought's crossed my mind.
Nicholas may well not have been
honest with us,
which is why I was happy to bring him in.
But is he really stupid enough to carry out a murder
in his own classroom using poison from a cupboard
only he has a key to?
No, he isn't.
I've just got a phone call from Nicholas Dunham
saying that you've just arrested him for murder.
Please tell me that isn't true.
He carries a lot of influence on this island.
I hope any case you have against him
is completely watertight?
The investigation's ongoing, sir.
You weren't at the market.
We've asked. No one remembers seeing you.
That's because I wasn't there.
-So you admit you lied? -Yes.
And I'll show the Commissioner where I was.
(BUZZING)
Thank you. RICHARD: If you were here,
why did you lie?
What I was doing here was illegal.
And if you want you can re-arrest me for theft,
but my duty's to my community.
And I'll help them in whatever way I can.
What on earth were you doing in a nunnery that
could count as theft?
It's not a nunnery.
NICHOLAS: Continuez, mes enfants.
It's an orphanage.
Now, the school board paid for some new computers.
But the old ones work perfectly well,
it's an over-indulgence.
So you brought the new ones here instead?
Yes, though Tom did most of the donkey work.
What time was Angelique killed, Camille?
Just before 11:00, sir.
I'm sure the sisters will confirm that I was here
at least 10 minutes before that.
In time for morning tea.
So to be clear, you weren't about
at the time of the murder
because you were doing charity work in an orphanage,
surrounded by nuns.
Yes.
That was humiliating.
CAMILLE: I'm sorry, sir. Arresting
Nicholas was my idea.
He brought it on himself by lying about where he was.
He's a very difficult man. He likes to play games.
I suggest you try not to get on
the wrong side of him.
I was the investigating officer
for his wife's disappearance many years ago.
You concluded it was suicide?
We had little choice, the body was never found.
You knew about the affair with Charles Dean?
-Of course. -You didn't suspect foul play?
She vanished into thin air.
I even dug up Nicholas Dunham's patio.
He was building it just after his wife disappeared.
It's all in the file.
In the end, the only thing that made sense
was that she carried out a threat and threw
herself into the sea.
DWAYNE: So what was this headmaster like
when you was there?
FIDEL: Mr Dunham?
He was okay one minute, but then he
could turn, you know?
I remember I got a new pair of football boots.
It was my birthday, 14, I think.
I shined those boots.
I don't think I've ever been so proud of
anything in my entire life.
When we had our first school match,
Mr Dunham came into the dressing room
and he saw
everyone gathered around admiring my new boots.
Mr Dunham told me that I was being boastful
and that was a bad thing.
And so he took my boots away from me.
-No. -Yeah.
It's a shame we won't be locking him up
any time soon.
Seems his alibi checked out.
And get this, he was with a bunch of nuns.
-Nuns? -I know.
Don't ask.
Why didn't you tell us about your relationship
with Delilah Dunham, Father?
That was 15 years ago now.
Delilah was a keen cyclist.
I was a younger member of the staff.
One day I was at a junction in my car and she slammed
into me and she...
and she broke her arm in two places.
I visited her in hospital as often as I could
and we started having an affair.
When did her husband find out?
Oh, she couldn't bear the deception.
So one night she told him
that she was leaving him and he was heartbroken.
Well, of course, I mean, he had every right to be.
He begged her to stay and I am ashamed to say
that I put so much pressure on her, I told her she
had to leave him.
I gave her no way out.
Before she disappeared,
-did you know what she decided?
-No.
She did say at one point that she felt
like ending it all.
You believe she committed suicide?
The day after she vanished,
I resigned my post and joined the seminary.
Now my life is my penance.
(EXHALING HEAVILY)
Mmm. Your friendship with Nicholas Dunham.
Isn't that a bit odd?
We made our peace a long time ago.
He was destroyed by losing her.
We both were.
Did Angelique believe that Nicholas killed her daughter?
-Yes. Yes, she made no secret about it.
-But you didn't?
Can I ask why?
Nicholas is no killer.
Ah, yes, of course.
The school priest, you hear the Headmaster's confession,
don't you?
I couldn't possibly say.
-What a sad story. -I know.
You know, I'm surprised they had to
dig up Nicholas's patio.
-It would have fallen apart anyway.
-What?
Got a copy of his building supplies
in the original file.
He's got the ratio wrong, see?
Too much lime, not enough sand and cement.
-You're incredible, you know that?
-Thank you.
I know. He may be a scientist,
but he knows next to nothing about grouting.
-Why involve the Commissioner? -What's that got
to do with this?
Well, he could have just taken us
to the orphanage, couldn't he?
Or phoned a solicitor or a lawyer
like a normal person, but no.
Nicholas wanted us humiliated.
Why? To make us back off?
But he's got an alibi for the time of the murder.
What's he frightened of?
What if he really is the murderer?
Oh, great. So when I think Nicholas
is guilty and arrest him,
you're not interested.
But the moment he proves he's innocent, suddenly you're
convinced he's guilty?
-Problem? -Yes.
You are the most annoying man I've ever met.
-Well, it's a very small island.
-(SIGHS)
Right.
I need a hardware store with a pet section,
if possible.
Excuse me?
Our headmaster's not the only one
who can play games.
CAMILLE: Okay, Fidel, I'll pass it on.
What about Tom Hilton's statement?
Okay.
Okay, thanks.
You know, of all the things I thought we might need to
solve this case,
a fish tank was not one of them.
Who was that?
Fidel has finished dusting the available
evidence for prints...
Hang on, don't tell me.
The cyanide bottle from Nicholas's cupboard was
covered in fingerprints
but only Nicholas's, the same is true
of the rum bottle
and one of the shot glasses,
the other had both his and Angelique's
fingerprints on. Step back.
-Was there any point in us checking?
-Yeah, of course.
There's no surprise in everything pointing towards
Nicholas Dunham
being the killer, it's been that
way from the start.
What about Tom Hilton, what did he say
in his interview?
That he heard and saw nothing.
But he reckons he saw Angelique alive in
Nicholas's classroom
after Nicholas left for the orphanage.
How very convenient for Nicholas.
-So did he kill her or not? -I'm hoping this
fish tank will tell us.
-Gin and tonic. -Thank you.
I'm trying to work here, so you can stop
looking at me like that.
You look like
my mother.
That is exactly how my mother looks at me.
(SIGHS)
Yes, I'm taking my vitamins.
Yes, I'm wrapping up warm.
Look, Mum, I'm fine.
It's not as if I'm on the other side
of the...
Oh, God, I'm on the other
side of the world.
Oh, there's my car. Yeah, I'm late for work.
What if there's been a murder or...
Yeah, got to go.
Yep, sure, yep, yep, till next time.
Bye.
(SIGHS)
I heard voices. You're early.
Don't you get hot at night, wearing all that?
Yes.
Then you should sleep naked.
I do.
Oh.
Shouldn't your lizard be on the inside?
-It's not my lizard. -Then whose is it?
-And what's this? -Oh.
It's a cyanoacrylate fumigation tank.
Oh, funny. Because it looks like
a light bulb in a fish tank to me.
That's where you're wrong. Because it's a light bulb
in a fish tank with super glue,
or cyanoacrylate, to give it its proper name.
Still looks like a light bulb in a fish tank.
The light bulb heats the foil, which heats the super glue,
which evaporates. And here's the clever bit,
once it becomes a gas, the fumes will only stick
to the fatty acids, amino acids
and proteins
that you find in fingerprints.
-Seriously? -Allowing you to
reveal fingerprints
on difficult surfaces such as
the inside of latex gloves.
Fidel,
there are prints on the fingertips
of these gloves.
-See if you can find a match, will you?
-Yes, sir.
Okay.
So our headmaster has an alibi that includes
orphans and nuns.
We have a heartbroken priest,
a caretaker with criminal tendencies
and a school secretary whose loyalty knows no bounds.
Yes, and don't forget the voodoo...
(CLEARS THROAT)
And then there's Delilah.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
The daughter, wife and lover who vanished into thin air.
And everything always leads back to our headmaster.
Do we arrest him again?
His call to the Commissioner was to intimidate us,
to get us to back off.
So...
So let's show him it hasn't worked.
RICHARD: Ah, yes, the patio.
Hello?
NICHOLAS: What are you doing here?
RICHARD: We have some more questions.
You dare to come here after yesterday?
I'm intrigued you never felt the need to mention your
wife's disappearance.
That was 15 years ago, I don't see how it's relevant.
Surely we should be the judge of that?
We spoke to Father Charles yesterday.
He told us what happened.
Oh, but you already knew that, didn't you?
It's very hot, isn't it?
Perhaps Miss Kerr could bring us
some refreshments.
Lemonade would be fine.
-Uh, Molly and I... -No need to explain.
Really.
You have a beautiful view here.
Yes, I have.
-You build that patio yourself?
-No.
Oh.
-But it says in your file... -No, the patio I built
when my wife disappeared was, as you know,
dug up by the police shortly afterwards
and they found nothing.
So tell me, when you were ordering
the building supplies...
Don't play games with me, Inspector.
I think you'll find I'm slightly
better at them than you are.
-Lemonade. -Thank you, Miss Kerr.
Thank you.
Why did Angelique come and see you yesterday?
I told you, to borrow some books.
We didn't find any reference books
out in the classroom.
Then she must have put them away.
Or any evidence to suggest you're telling the truth.
I beg your pardon?
Angelique believed you murdered her daughter,
didn't she?
Yes, the ramblings of a mad old woman,
no one took her seriously.
You believe your wife committed suicide?
Obvious to anyone with half a brain,
I would have thought.
We've been to Angelique Morel's
house now.
We know exactly what she thought of you.
Yes, somehow her popping by to borrow a book
and share a glass of rum just doesn't ring true.
So we're going to be asking you the same questions
over and over again
until you tell us the truth.
Very well.
She visited me yesterday to accuse me of murder,
of killing my wife.
The spirits have spoken! Murderer! Murderer!
NICHOLAS: She said I had to confess
or I'd have a voodoo curse put on me that I'd never
be able to break.
NICHOLAS: Enough! I will not let you speak to me like this.
-Confess! -Vieille folle!
You lost your temper with her?
I'm a headmaster, it was in my own school.
I think that should afford me some respect, don't you?
-Surely she's accused you before?
-Mmm-hmm.
-What was different about this time?
-I've no idea.
Then what about evidence?
Did she have any proof to back up her claims?
Of course she didn't.
My Nicholas couldn't hurt anyone.
He's not a killer.
RICHARD: What are we missing?
CATHERINE: He doesn't look very happy. CAMILLE: The case
isn't going very well.
I'm not invisible, you know.
I can hear you. Actually, maybe that's the problem.
I'm invisible.
Why can't we find a motive? It shouldn't be hard.
An old woman's killed. Who benefits?
There's got to be...
There's something we're not getting,
you know? There's some key,
which if we could only identify, it would unlock
the whole case,
I'm sure of it. You know what my
father used to say?
Oh, please let it not be homespun in any way.
If you can't find the right answer,
you've probably been asking the wrong question.
It's as if all the wonders of the universe
were suddenly revealed.
Is he really not eating?
I haven't seen him eat since he got here.
Of course I eat, it's just there's a lot of Caribbean
food in the Caribbean.
You can't solve crime on an empty stomach.
Fine, then I'll, you know...
(COUGHING)
-What the hell was that? -Rum, lime and ice.
-But mostly rum. -Lime? I hate lime!
Oh, oh. Nobody move.
(MUTTERING) But how can we...
Of course.
Sir, I have...
(SOFTLY) I have the results on the latex gloves
I found in the bin.
I already know who was wearing them.
-But I haven't told you yet. -I know, you don't need to.
Oh, you know who the murderer is?
Gather everyone in Nicholas's classroom.
Oh, and the Commissioner.
He's going to want to see this.
Good work, team!
And thanks, Catherine, your father was
right after all.
The rum cocktail was the answer.
I've just been asking the wrong question.
RICHARD: This case has been
impossible from the start.
A voodoo prediction that couldn't be true,
evidence that pointed at only one man
and all this time, this nagging sense
that I was missing something.
Tom, my team have never believed you were
a credible murder suspect
and they were right.
You may have stolen a few computers for charity,
-but you didn't kill Angelique, did you?
-No.
Any more than you did, Father Charles. I mean,
you discovered the body.
But you're not a murderer, either.
But you did give us one crucial
piece of information.
It's no secret to say her health was deteriorating.
Because you talked about Angelique as though she
were already dying,
plenty of evidence of which can be found at her house.
RICHARD: These are pretty hardcore.
Isn't that right, Father?
I can't break the seal of the confessional.
She came to confession?
She's dead, Father. You'll be helping
catch her killer.
She had severe heart disease and the way she put it,
she said she was dying of a broken heart.
So when I found the body, I just thought
she'd had a coronary.
But when you told me
-that she was murdered... -This was no coronary.
The pathologist's report is clear.
Angelique died from a fatal dose of cyanide.
Which leaves us only two suspects.
Let's take a moment to consider
Angelique's voodoo prophecy.
Oh, you don't believe that claptrap,
do you?
The warning clearly pointed the finger
of suspicion at you, Nicholas,
the scarred man.
And it's obvious, isn't it, when you think about it.
I mean, this is your classroom,
your poisons,
only you could have killed her.
But you know where I was.
The dream alibi? Orphans and nuns, no less.
You could have killed her before you left,
then begged Tom
to lie about seeing her alone.
'Cause that's what you do, isn't it,
Headmaster?
You demand the loyalty and the respect of others.
-Just a minute... -RICHARD: Then it struck me.
Everything about Angelique's death
was carefully constructed
to frame you for her murder.
You've been set up, Mr Dunham, from the start.
You didn't kill Angelique Morel.
And seeing as we know Tom didn't kill her
and Father Charles didn't kill her
and now you didn't kill her,
that only leaves you, Miss Kerr,
the perfect secretary.
The person who's always there to pick up the pieces.
I'm pretty sure you could have acquired
the key to the poison cupboard any time you wanted.
And you knew where he kept his stash of rum.
But why? Why would I kill Angelique?
And there we have it again. Why?
Don't worry, Miss Kerr.
You didn't kill Angelique any more
than the other three did.
Then who?
RICHARD: The voodoo prophecy was the key after all.
There's only one way that Angelique
could have known
she'd be murdered within 24 hours
of her prophecy
and that all the evidence would point to Mr Dunham.
Clever, isn't it? NICHOLAS: Who killed her?
Camille?
-It was Angelique. -What?
She killed herself
to frame Nicholas for her murder
from beyond the grave.
It's like Father Charles said, Angelique knew she was dying.
At least this way, her death would
have some meaning.
She knew Dwayne was a police officer
and she knew that when she made
a prediction...
A scarred man.
...she was telling the police who to suspect.
Yes, but luckily I didn't fall for it.
But seeing as she couldn't get into the poisons cupboard,
how did she get hold of the cyanide
that killed her?
Oh, and you were right, Headmaster,
about there being no poisons missing from the cupboard.
You see, she brought her own.
Angelique studied herbal remedies. There wasn't
a plant on the island
she didn't know and understand the properties of,
including one specific variety found at her house.
Cassava. Which if you boil and drain off the liquid...
Gives you cyanide.
Her plan was simple. She laced her own
rum with cyanide,
then replaced the bottle back in the drawer,
knowing that Nicholas's fingerprints
would be on everything.
That's why we found a shard of glass in the sink,
because that's how she disposed
of the vial.
(GLASS CLINKING)
Can you prove any of this?
Fidel found some latex gloves in the waste bin there
with only Angelique's fingerprints inside them,
isn't that right, Fidel?
Yes, sir.
RICHARD: So, with the scene set to look like murder,
all she had to do now was provide a corpse.
Her own.
Then Angelique wasn't murdered.
No, her death was tragic. Criminal intent.
It was suicide, that's all.
Poor woman.
So, that's it, is that what you're saying?
-After all that, we're free to go?
-Absolutely.
You're free to go, thank you for
your cooperation.
No, thank you, Detective Inspector,
thank you for your discretion.
Apart from you, Headmaster, I'm arresting you for murder.
You just said that she committed suicide.
Not of Angelique. Of your wife, Delilah.
But you can't possibly...
Angelique believed you'd murdered her daughter.
Angelique was mad, raving.
Driven mad, perhaps, 'cause she knew you'd
killed her daughter
but could never prove it.
But I'm innocent. Take these damn things off!
Leave the poor man alone. He went through
this 15 years ago.
You'll never be able to prove anybody killed
that stupid woman.
Ah, but that's just the thing. I can.
You see, anybody can commit murder.
Murder's the easy part.
It's how to dispose of the body.
That's where most murderers fail,
how they get caught.
The breakthrough came when I was
drinking a local cocktail,
it was just rum, lime and ice but it tasted
like paint stripper.
Maybe the recipe was wrong,
but how can it be? The ingredients are so simple.
Just as they were
of that patio you built all those years ago.
You see, sand and cement, they were fine,
but there was something you'd ordered much too much of,
wasn't there?
Lime.
So what did you do with all those kilograms of
lime you had spare?
It's a powdered alkaline metal,
isn't it?
If you add water to it, you get calcium hydroxide,
better known as slaked lime or quick lime.
And quick lime is capable of dissolving
the flesh off human bones
in a matter of days.
No, I return to my original question. How do you
dispose of a human body?
Well, if you're a science teacher,
a headmaster who demands loyalty,
demands respect,
someone who likes humiliating police officers
in front of their superiors, then maybe you
don't dispose of it.
Maybe you display it, pride of place,
in your classroom.
You've been teaching in this room, gloating over her
for the last 15 years.
-But I didn't kill her. -Lies!
Molly... Molly, believe me.
I'm going to make a prophecy now, like poor,
sweet, deluded Angelique.
But mine will come true, because it's not
based on faith,
it's based on your subject, science.
Look, Father, I'm sorry to do this to you,
but all those years ago,
when Delilah had her bicycle accident,
she broke her arm in two places.
Do you remember which bones?
It was the humerus and the radius.
RICHARD: Angelique hoped
that her death would put her daughter's
killer behind bars
and here's my prediction, it will.
Because we'll be able to use Angelique's DNA
to prove that these
are the mortal remains of her daughter Delilah.
I told you she'd never leave me for you.
All right, that's enough!
Fidel, perhaps you'd like to take
Mr Dunham into detention.
-(SOBBING) -Yes, sir.
Well, the prophecy was right in one respect.
The truth was in the bones after all.
So, seeing as you're now into prophecies,
how about I make one I know will come true?
RICHARD: Go on.
If I ask you out for a drink with me and the team tonight,
you'll refuse to come.
Well, you're wrong, I'd love to do that.
Unfortunately, I've got an errand
to run, you know.
Sorry, and dinner to prepare,
so maybe we could all do something
together some other time.
DWAYNE: Hey, what's up?
Poor Angelique.
That she'd do that.
She got her man in the end, though.
Yeah.
I suppose we should be grateful we got to
the bottom of her prophecy.
It just wasn't true.
But she couldn't have known the truth
was in the bones, could she?
So where did that bit come from?
It's just a phrase.
What's that?
Here, go ahead, open it.
Go on.
When you have your baby,
he's going to need a pair of football boots.
Thank you, Dwayne.
Or little girl, whatever you're going to have.
Point being,
whenever they need some boots, they've got some.
And they're brand new.
Then how about this one?
If eight out of 10 cats have a preference,
can't one lizard?
CAMILLE: Ah.
So that's what you meant when you said you
had dinner to prepare?
You know I said I never know what you're thinking?
-Yeah. -I know what you're thinking.
You haven't the first idea.
-Can I help you, Detective Sergeant?
-Yes.
My mother's cooking you dinner tonight,
to celebrate catching Delilah's killer,
for which there's a lot of people on this island
who are grateful.
So she says you can't refuse, as she's preparing
you an English feast
of roast beef...
Hang on, I wrote it down, um...
Yorkshire pudding,
roast potatoes and horseradish sauce?
You had me at roast beef.
(ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTING, INDISTINCT)
Oh!
CHARLES: So lucky. RICHARD: That's amazing, look.