You ugly sons of bitches want a fight?
You got one.
Cut! Cut! Cut.
We're doing another take, right?
I'm not happy with the camera blocking.
Tell me, Carl, when are you ever completely happy?
At the end of the day with a pint in my hand.
Okay, everyone, we're going to have one more rehearsal,
then we're going to go for a take.
-Thanks! -No probs.
Susie, tea, please. Milk, two sugars.
Milk, two sugars.
-No probs.
Carl, I don't mind rehearsing.
Lexi, we have a stand-in for a reason.
You go and rest up.
Anyone would think you didn't want me around.
Maybe give you a chance to learn your lines.
Chance'd be a bloody fine thing.
-Yep. Good, okay.
You run up this street here...
Dead end.
-Okay. Got it.
Nice one. Okay, everyone, let's get this show
on the road!
LEXI: Those things, those monsters, they don't
care about our future.
They'll just... They don't care about our future,
they'll just keep going, they'll just...
They'll just...
How are the rewrites going?
Slow and agonisingly painful. Like root canal surgery.
Always so upbeat, Arnie. It'll be worth it in the end.
Action.
Those things, those monsters,
they don't care about our future,
they'll just... They'll just...
Keep devouring us.
Keep devouring us and they won't stop until we're dead.
Milk, one sugar.
-I asked for milk, two sugars. -Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm such an idiot.
And this is coffee, not tea.
Tea, milk, one sugar.
-Two sugars. -Two sugars!
The day she's satisfied is the day she dies.
That's it! Good. Nice.
You ugly sons of bitches...
Don't worry, keep going. Keep going.
Thea?
-Can somebody
get some water?
Thea?
Something's wrong! Call an ambulance! Quickly!
Thea, can you hear me Thea!
Whoa!
Ah!
"Always read the instructions, Harry."
Sally drummed it into me.
Ever since the great shelving collapse of 2003.
Who needs instructions
So we plough on regardless, and invariably
end up bleeding.
Not entirely unlike my marriage, it seems.
Though I can't really put a sticking
plaster on that, can I?
Right!
Get rid of this!
"Do not cut the excess rope."
Ah.
Camille!
No, just doing a spot of DIY.
You do DIY?
I potter. I dabble. I tinker.
-You don't strike me as the DIY type.
Two reasons. One, you use words
like "tinker". And two...
Bit of a ruckus with an A-frame.
Mmm-hmm. I think the A-frame won.
Thea Homes, stand-in on a movie set, 27.
She collapsed during rehearsal.
She was unconscious, but still had a pulse.
She was sweating badly. Her pupils were
fixed and dilated.
-For a short while, yes.
But then her heart stopped.
HUMPHREY: Something must have caused
the paralysis of the muscles.
Here, look. Lack of oxygen to the skin.
HUMPHREY: Respiratory failure? CAMILLE: The lips
are also blue.
She was poisoned. By something extremely toxic.
Do we know what she's had to eat
or drink this morning?
No, we don't, but all food is served back at the film base.
Cast and crew have all their meals on set.
They get brought from the hotel at 6:00.
Breakfast hadn't been served yet,
but there were drinks and snacks available.
People have been in and out all day. Thea included.
-Nope, no-one.
-50. Or thereabouts.
HUMPHREY: Chocolates, coffee, fruit.
Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
Hmm.
Dwayne, would you mind getting everything bagged up
and sent for testing? And check where
Thea was staying,
-search her room. -I'll get my things.
Why would anyone want to kill a lowly stand
CARL: Thea, she was a sweet girl. Quiet.
Always did what she was told,
she makes my job a hell of a lot easier.
Can you think of any reason why someone
might want to kill her?
-None at all. -Did she have any friends,
acquaintances?
Lexi Cunningham, she's our lead actress.
Her and Thea were pals from school.
Oh, they were close?
Yeah, thick as thieves. Lexi's the reason
Thea's out here.
Got her the job.
They were pretty much inseparable.
You must be starving.
Ah, you angel. I'll pay you back.
No, no, it's all right. I'll put it on the tab.
I got the impression that Lexi felt sorry for her.
-Just the way
she was with Thea.
You know, protective. Always looking out for her.
Ask her yourself, she's over there.
CAMILLE: Thank you.
LEXI: We used to play out on our bikes all the time.
We were best friends, right up until I went
off to drama school.
We kept in touch, but she got in with a bad crowd.
Drinking and drugs.
Few years later, I'm on tour with this awful play
and I get a call in the middle of the night.
She'd been arrested.
Arrested
Mugging. It went wrong. A man died.
One stupid moment, and her whole life changed.
She got out a few months back.
HUMPHREY: And she came all the way
to the Caribbean to see you?
LEXI: I just figured she deserved a break.
It's my fault, isn't it?
It's my fault she was out here.
A stand-in is killed after only
a few weeks on a film set.
She's well liked, quiet. Why?
She went to prison. Maybe it has
to do with her past.
Yes, if we could get a copy of Thea's criminal record...
Yes... Oh, sir!
No harm done.
Would you like me to start interviewing?
If you would, Fidel.
About time we broke the news to her family.
I'm truly sorry for your loss, Mrs Homes. Yes, absolutely.
We'll be in touch. Bye-bye.
How did she take it?
Cool as a cucumber. Rather reluctant
to talk about her daughter.
Haven't spoken since she went to prison.
-FIDEL: Not much.
-Wow, she travelled light. -Mmm.
-It seems like she didn't intend to stay long.
-Mmm.
Respiratory failure from eight milligrams
of tetrodotoxin.
-Yes! -The effects take
a while to kick in.
They estimate that she was poisoned
around an hour before.
She had to have been poisoned on set. Anything else of note?
The only food in her stomach was
a small amount of chocolate.
Chocolate and cherry.
The chocolates from the food tent.
They were poisoned?
Nonsense! Rather, it makes no sense. All of
the chocolates were eaten,
yet no-one else died.
So, it seems that only one from
the entire box was poisoned.
Just the one Thea ate.
Yes, just that one.
-One question. -Yes.
Who put those chocolates there,
to what end,
and why only one poisoned chocolate?
That's three questions.
HUMPHREY: If you are only going to poison one chocolate
in a box of 20,
why choose the cherry?
CAMILLE: Maybe the killer knew cherry was
Thea's favourite?
HUMPHREY: Bit risky, though, anyone could have eaten it.
Hook-a-duck.
Every summer when I was growing up,
a funfair would pitch up on the village green.
There'd be a carousel and a ghost train and a hook-a-duck.
It's those little rubber ducks bobbing around
on a paddling pool.
You had to try and hook them with a little
fishing rod and if you got
the one with the star on its bottom, you won
the most fantastic prize.
-A goldfish.
-A goldfish. -In a plastic bag.
You had a very dull childhood, didn't you?
Not once.
How is that at all relevant?
Probability. See, the odds were stacked against me.
As are the odds stacked against the murderer
killing his intended victim. There's too much
chance involved.
-Thea could've eaten any chocolate.
-Precisely.
Mr Collins. Sorry to bother you.
Your catering. Who provides it?
Uh, we hire a local company. They do everything.
Oh.
-Perfect, thanks, Susie. -No probs.
-Did they provide
you with those
rather expensive
No. I put them out. When I arrived this morning
around 6:00, they were
outside Lexi's tent. Lexi arrived just as I did.
These must be for you.
Oh, why do they do this to me? Take them, seriously,
or I'll eat the lot.
CARL: The production company send her gifts all the time.
She didn't want the temptation,
so I put them out
for everyone to share. The crew are like gannets.
They'll eat anything.
Sorry, just to clarify.
-No.
-In her tent.
Sorry, have I missed something?
-Thea was never the intended victim.
-Lexi Cunningham was.
-Yeah, 24/7.
Check with security, see if they can
shed any light on when those chocolates came.
You're kidding.
You're not kidding.
I thought they were from production.
One minute they're telling me I'm putting on
too much weight,
and the next, they're sending me chocolates.
They were poisoned?
Only one. May I ask, which would be
your first choice?
The cherry one.
That was the one, wasn't it?
Forgive me, but is there anyone you can imagine
who'd want to harm you?
-No. -So you haven't felt
threatened by anyone?
Well, that was just me being paranoid.
We came back from filming, my door was open...
CARL: Did you lock up?
Yeah, I'm sure I did.
LEXI: Some of my things had been moved around.
HUMPHREY: Was anything missing?
LEXI: Nothing.
At first, I thought it was the maid having
a bit of a nose,
but then I got freaked out.
She didn't want to stay there after that,
so we swapped rooms.
You really mean it, don't you?
You think someone's trying to kill me.
The zombies are strangling the life from her...
Whoever tried to kill Lexi is still out there.
What if they try again?
That won't happen, Mr Collins. We'll make sure of it.
MAN: Carl, ready for a take.
-Okay. Excuse me. -Mmm-hmm.
We should get Dwayne and Fidel down here.
And check with the hotel,
see if we can find out who let themselves into Lexi's room.
Any luck with security?
All deliveries have to go there first.
No box of chocolate was delivered for Lexi.
-So, someone on this set put them there.
-Yes.
CAMILLE: Carl said he saw the chocolate outside
Lexi's tent at 6:00 a.m.
Everyone has to sign in when they arrive,
but only three people were in before 6:00 yesterday.
Susie, the runner.
Arnold Finch, the writer...
HUMPHREY: And Carl Collins.
Mmm-hmm. Any one of them could've witnessed
who put the chocolates there, or...
-Or put them there themselves, yeah.
-Yeah.
I don't have much to do with Lexi,
to be honest.
I write the lines, she says them.
Good actress.
Little bit rough around the edges, maybe.
Little bit, unpolished.
But she's still honing her craft.
I trust your craft is well and truly honed.
I hope so. I've been doing it for 30 years.
Do you know the film Code Red?
-No. -Yes, I know it!
First World War.
Second. Submarine commander escaping from...
Nazis!
-Japanese. -Yes! I know it.
That's one of mine.
Zombies. Bit of a departure for you, isn't it?
I suppose so. Originated in this
part of the world, you know.
Haiti.
It's all mixed up with the history of the place,
slavery and whatnot.
That's why we're filming out here, it's all to do
with the old myths.
Yes, and, uh, you didn't see who put the chocolates
outside Lexi's tent?
No. I was busy, busy, busy. Always busy tapping away.
Didn't see a thing.
HUMPHREY: How do you know Lexi?
I was directing my first short film, she auditioned.
I was late for the meeting. She kicked off,
effing and blinding.
Thought she was a right little madam,
to be honest, but,
when she started acting, she was magic.
Can she still be a little madam?
She's an actress. Course.
-But you like her. -Lexi's like family to me.
Introduced me to my wife. Godmother to my two girls.
My daughters think the world of her.
You look happy.
Happiest day of my life.
I fetch Lexi's dry cleaning. I make her tea.
Milk, one sugar.
Or is it milk, two sugars
So you're here to keep her happy.
Basically, yeah.
You hear what these actresses can be like.
-All air kissing and diva strops.
-Lexi's all right.
She remembers my name, which is more than can
be said for some people.
-There we go. -Thank you.
No probs. Oh!
Ooh! I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot.
Not at all. Spilt milk and all that.
MAN ON RADIO: Susie, come to set, please.
On my way. See ya, gotta go.
Mmm.
-Thank goodness she's only in charge of the beverages.
-Yep.
Oh.
Seems like no-one had a hugely convincing reason
to want to kill her.
-Someone's hiding something. -Someone's always
hiding something.
Yes. Code Red. How long ago was that?
See what we can unearth about Mr Finch's illustrious career.
-Hello, Fidel.
Someone on this set wants Lexi Cunningham dead.
-Until we know who, she'll need a bodyguard.
-Not a problem.
-I'm delegating.
Oh, well, I'm going out tonight.
With a woman. An attractive,
intelligent woman at that.
And she likes you?
-Give me one good reason why you shouldn't do it.
-Dwayne!
-I can give you three.
Go on, then!
Oh, I see! You owe me, Fidel.
Hey, I heard that!
So, a stand-in,
our unfortunate and unintended victim...
-Uh, sir... -I saw it.
-No, no... -Eats the cherry cream...
-No, no, sir... -No, sir, please...
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Sorry, sorry. As you were.
Excellent make-up, by the way. Very convincing.
HUMPHREY: Embittered writer and disorganised runner.
Not very convincing suspects, are they?
The director?
Seems he would have had more to lose than he gained
if Lexi was the real target. The filming would be finished.
Well. Good night, sir.
Ah, er, well, hang on a sec. I'll be right with you.
I thought you'd be rushing home
to finish your DIY.
Oh, yes. Forgot about that.
Um...
How are you with hammocks?
Hammocks?
Yes. Ever managed to put one up without
nearly severing a limb?
Oh, that's what you've been fighting with.
Yes, well, I wouldn't say "fight," exactly.
That implies I have some chance of winning.
Mmm. You should make sure you finish it before
your wife comes tomorrow.
-Your wife.
She arrives tomorrow.
Yes. Of course. Absolutely.
You hadn't forgotten?
Camille, would I forget something like that?
Uh... I'm thinking probably yes.
Ah, yes, ah, thank you. Of course.
You must be excited to see her.
Yes. Uh, I miss her very much.
So she's on the 1:00 flight?
Um, well, I don't know exactly...
It's the only flight from London tomorrow.
Is it? Well, that'll be the one, then.
-Yes. -Yes. Yes. Um...
Camille, the thing is, uh, about Sally...
Oh, don't worry, I know.
You do?
Yes! You'll need to take some time off
when she gets here,
-help her settle in and... -Well...
-Well, it's no problem. -No!
-We can cope a day or two... -Well, I...
You know what? In fact, let's make sure
we catch our killer
before she even gets here, you can take as long
as you need.
Yes.
Uh, no, you go. I'll lock up.
Okay.
Good night, sir.
Night, Camille.
Such a mess.
HUMPHREY: Okay, let's recap.
-Thea Homes... -Unluckily deceased.
From eating poison intended for
Lexi Cunningham...
Luckily not deceased.
And three potential suspects...
All of whom had opportunity to place
the poisoned chocolates
outside her tent...
Sorry, interrupting. Annoying habit of mine.
Another one?
Yes, hard to believe, isn't it?
Background on Lexi.
Oh, anything interesting?
Twenty-seven years old. Grew up on an estate
in Stockwell, London.
Acted on stage. Short films. Did a fair bit of TV.
-But this film's her big break.
No nasty skeletons in any murky cupboards?
She was rebellious.
She was suspended for smoking on school
grounds at the age of 16.
But that all changed in 2004.
That was the same year she went to drama school.
She knuckled down. Became the top of her class.
What about our suspects?
-Carl Collins. Family man... -Wife, two kids.
He and Lexi Cunningham worked together on
numerous occasions.
They know each other well.
Well enough to know she favours a cherry creme?
Sorry!
Possibly.
Successful director, um, TV shows and the like,
but this movie is a whole other level.
There's already talk of a sequel.
-Susie Jenkins. -Nothing much to report.
She studied stage management, graduated two years ago.
Been working on film sets ever since.
CAMILLE: And Arnold Finch.
Yes, what did we find out about his career?
Well, he's been working since the '80s.
Written dozens of films.
Thought as much. Code Red was nearly 10 years ago.
Hasn't done so much recently. Looks like
the work's drying up.
So far, none of them has a particularly
convincing motive.
Let's keep digging, financial checks, e-mail correspondence,
-phone records. -Yeah, of course.
Puffer fish. Why puffer fish?
Zombies. It's how it all started.
The people ate the puffer fish.
They fell into a coma so deep, it looked like they were dead.
Then they were buried and they suddenly
came back to life.
Yes, but why something so extraordinary?
Why not rat poison or arsenic?
Well, maybe the killer's trying to tell us something.
Or maybe that's the only poison
he could get hold of.
You can buy it on the island, if you ask the right people.
How do we track down these right people?
-Dwayne. -CAMILLE: Dwayne.
Oh, gosh, man! Come on.
All right. I know exactly who you need to speak to.
Who?
Big Dave. He's your guy. Works on the fish market.
If anyone knows who's selling puffer fish poison, it's him.
Thanks. I owe you.
But he won't tell you anything unless you pay.
I don't pay for information. Okay?
-It's bribery.
I prefer to think of it as my way of saying thank you.
It's still bribery.
Keep 'em peeled.
Is everything okay?
Oh, um, my boss.
He gets a promotion and loses his sense of humour.
Just relax. I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.
I've been trying to learn the same lines
for an hour now.
I could read them with you, if you like.
I did a bit of acting at school.
Gave the best Angel Gabriel you've ever seen.
"Behold, I bring tidings and great joy."
If you don't mind. It's just this page.
-From the top.
"We've got to get out of here, Lisa, before they find us."
Yeah. "But, uh, where are we going to go?
They're everywhere.
"We're going to die, aren't we?"
Oh, that was really good, too.
"We're not going to die. I promise you that."
-Yeah.
Okay, then.
You, you're going to protect me, are you?
"Zombie". Comes from the Haitian "Zonbi"
and the Mbundu "Nzumbe".
-Fascinating. -Mmm. Nzumbe.
I spoke to the production company,
they're very keen to help.
Gave us access to company e-mails.
And this is Arnold Finch's,
asking some very interesting questions.
-Dr Parr. -Mmm-hmm.
He's a forensic pathologist.
"...researching a film
"looking for information on puffer fish poison,
"specifically its toxicity."
-Looks like Mr Finch has some explaining to do.
-Yes.
It's a forum for writers. Looks like they use it
to moan about things.
-Jobs they've got. Jobs they haven't got.
-Actresses they hate.
"My advice to you is to never work with this woman.
"I spend all my time thinking up
"new and interesting ways to get rid of her."
Crikey.
I was just letting off steam.
"I was thinking an assassin's bullet,
"but that would be too quick and painless..."
Lexi and I had a bit of a set-to.
I was venting.
Code Red. That was, um, 2004.
-That's right. -Career's been downhill
ever since, hasn't it?
I wouldn't say that exactly.
I imagine the accolades went to your head.
The more money they gave you, the greedier you got.
Your ego inflated. The quality of your writing
took a nose dive.
No-one will hire you.
That is absolute nonsense. A spurious conjecture.
"Why will no I wrote Code Red,
for God's sake.
"This industry is full of," expletive, expletive,
"Morons."
Zombies.
I bloody loathe the things.
It was the only offer I'd had in 18 months.
Do you hate Lexi Cunningham?
Hate's a strong word.
You didn't answer the question.
She's had it in for me from the start.
Nit-picking every single line.
She says, I don't know how to write for young people.
Or women. She says I'm sexist.
Me! Sexist! Stupid cow.
According to your posts, Lexi's signed
up for a sequel.
On one condition, you don't write it.
She is destroying your career.
Perhaps killing her would solve everything.
All this talk about puffer fish poisoning,
it's in the script, look.
Uh, scene 53. Here, read it.
You must see how this looks, Mr Finch.
You researching the exact poison used to try
and kill Lexi Cunningham.
What you have to understand is,
I'm a writer.
Writers don't do things, we just sit behind our laptops
in our pants and make pretend people do things.
We're passive-aggressive. We're...
Cowards.
This is not the act of a writer.
Oh, no, thank you very much.
No, you've been most helpful.
I'm not sure what to make of Arnold Finch. He seems...
-Exactly.
-Ah... -I got it.
-Hotel where the crew are staying.
-Oh!
Any idea who let themselves into Lexi's room?
-No, but there was something else rather intriguing.
Which was?
Reception have had complaints about raised voices
in Lexi's room.
-No.
Yeah, always the way.
One guest said it sounded like a domestic.
The receptionist went and knocked on Lexi's door
when it got really bad.
Lexi said everything was fine but seemed really scared.
There was somebody else in the room with her.
Carl Collins.
Let's go.
So who should we talk to first about this argument,
Lexi or Carl?
CAMILLE: Well, they're both hiding something.
Excuse me, are you Big Dave?
Are you calling me fat?
No. Not at all.
Okay.
Sorry to disturb you.
You looking for Big Dave?
Yeah, you know where I can find him?
He's right here.
My wife put me on a diet. No carbs.
I tell you, it's killing me.
Right.
Dave, tell me,
what do you know about puffer fish poison?
I know it's illegal, and nobody should
be selling it.
Okay.
You know who's dealing in it?
You seen anyone here trying to buy it?
I can be very loose-lipped once
I got some gratitude.
I'm not paying.
Then I'm not talking.
Fine.
I'll speak to someone else.
Fine. You do that.
Yeah, fine. I will.
20 dollars!
Save yourself a whole lot of time.
Lexi introduced Carl to his wife.
She's godmother to his daughters.
Um... Is this the right way? -Yes.
-But I thought we were going to the hotel to speak to Carl.
Oh, yes, we are.
But first we're going to the airport.
To pick up your wife.
No, but the thing is, well, oh, thank you.
No, they're for her. You can't go empty-handed.
Right, that's very thoughtful.
The thing is, I think you should probably
stop the car.
-No, we'll be late. -It really doesn't matter.
-Of course it matters! You can't be late...
-Stop the car!
Thank you.
Her plane lands in 15 minutes.
Yes, her plane gets here but she won't be on it.
In fact, as such, you could hardly
call it her plane, really.
She's not coming?
She and I, well, we're still married, obviously.
-Our marital status is presently...
-You've split up with her.
Rather, she split up with me, so...
Anyway, it's just one of those things.
I'm really sorry.
Bit of a shock.
Although if I'm totally honest,
it's probably been on the cards for a while.
Doesn't make it any easier.
Not sure how I'm going to muddle
along without her.
I'm a perfect dunce when it comes to...
Well, life, really.
-No, you're not. -Yes, yes, I am.
I couldn't get anything right in the end.
Even the little things.
I'd make her a gin and tonic, ice, slice, dash of tonic,
and I'd forget it had to be slim-line. Silly Humph.
Couldn't even get that right.
Maybe you being here, maybe it's the fresh start you need.
Absolutely. New page.
Clean slate. Square one and all that, yes.
So, right.
It's all rather awkward!
-Over-sharing with a colleague.
-Yeah. Not at all, you know,
any time.
G&T.
G&T?
G&T. That's why Carl and Lexi were arguing.
Lexi knew what Carl was up to.
-Come on,
I'll tell you on the way.
CARL: Coming! Coming!
Hello, uh, I'm just on the phone to London.
-You'd think so,
wouldn't you? But, uh, no.
Sorry.
You and Lexi were heard having a heated discussion.
-On more than one occasion. -Well, we argue
all the time, of course.
That's the thing with us creative types.
Ah, it's just about the film?
-We want it to be a success.
-Right.
Excellent.
Glad we cleared that up.
Lovely room you've got here.
Very spacious.
Airy.
I imagine the bathroom's fantastic.
Mmm, all mod cons, is it?
Power shower...
Those teeny, tiny bottles of shampoo, you end up
snaffling but, um,
never use!
No, no, don't go in there!
Fresh towels, too. It's very swish.
How did you know?
Susie, the world's most inept tea maker,
only ever gets your order right.
When you love someone, you make the extra effort,
don't you?
-Perfect! Thanks, Susie. -No probs.
You got it from a cup of tea?
Sometimes it's the little things.
When you're on set 12-hour days,
you're away from your family
and your friends. You work hard
and you drink hard.
Lexi introduced you to your wife.
She's godmother to your children.
I can't imagine she's impressed.
Lexi thinks I'm a fool.
Well, she doesn't understand. She doesn't know
what it's like.
I'm the one carrying the can here.
I'm the one under pressure from the production company.
From everyone!
It was just nice to have a little bit of company.
Sorry. I should probably just go.
The arguments.
They were about Susie.
She was going to call my wife.
Tell her! Go on, she deserves to hear it from you.
Listen, put the phone down. Get off.
She doesn't find out. Do you understand me?
She never finds out!
Maybe it's easier all round if you kept Lexi silent.
I've got a lot riding on this film.
I've invested my own money. There's the sequel
to think about.
Why would I kill the lead actress?
I told you, Lexi's like a sister to me.
Recent events would rather point to the contrary.
-Terrible!
Tell me something, have you ever been
to the Honore food market?
You must've been to the waterfalls?
I've had one day off since I've been here.
-All I've done is work and sleep.
Well, um, I'll take you.
You're on.
All right, then!
Oh, excuse me a minute.
You find Big Dave?
He isn't so big any more.
Oh, he stuck to the diet, did he?
Good on him. And what did you find out?
Nothing so far. He wants a bribe.
-Then pay the man. -Dwayne...
I'm a sergeant now, okay?
I can't be seen doing that kind of thing.
It's all part of the game, Fidel!
I've only been in the job a couple of months.
I don't want to mess it up.
Come on now, who will talk?
No one.
Look! $20, that's all it takes.
You know what, Dwayne?
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Oh, God.
That was Fidel.
Any word on the poison
Not yet, but I'm sure he's got it
all under control, sir.
Mmm-hmm.
Miss Cunningham.
You've not been entirely honest with us, have you?
We know about Carl and Susie.
I didn't think it was my place to say.
You've got to be straight with us. We can't help
you if you're not.
This is serious, Lexi.
CAMILLE: Someone's trying to kill you.
So Carl's having an affair, that doesn't make him
a killer.
Let us decide what's important.
Your life is in danger if you don't.
There's nothing else.
-Nothing. I promise you.
Hmm.
The writer, the director and his lover.
Why would any of them want to kill
Lexi Cunningham?
Carl Collins, Lexi knew he was canoodling with Susie Jenkins.
I'm sorry. "Canoodling"?
Grumpy writer blames Lexi for ruining his career.
-Terrible at making tea.
Yes, but canoodling with Carl.
I don't know about you, but none of them
feel like murderers.
Well, the financial reports are back.
Susie Jenkins, she's doing pretty well.
Considering she makes beverages for a living!
Well, actually her parents are well off, they support her.
Carl Collins. Eighteen years ago,
he set up a bank account in the name of Jason Collins.
And every 16th of May, he puts £1,000 in it.
A son, perhaps
I'm looking into it. And Arnold Finch.
-Blimey! -Mmm-hmm.
What are these large payments for?
£3,000 leaves his account every month.
His ex-wife. She came out very well from the divorce.
Now there's something to look forward to.
He's in debt up to his eyeballs.
He's this close to bankruptcy.
Without the sequel, he's facing financial ruin.
So,
Lexi destroys his life.
Perhaps he decides to try and take hers.
How come there are so many channels and nothing to watch?
Are you hungry?
Starving.
Maybe you should order some room service.
Now you're talking.
They do an amazing burger.
A cheeseburger.
With lots of relish. I love relish.
Relish!
Menu should be over there.
And I want skinny fries.
None of this potato-wedgey nonsense.
This yours?
No. I think Carl must've left it
when we swapped rooms.
CAMILLE: The bank account Carl set up?
You were right.
Jason Collins is his son?
From his first marriage.
According to the court papers, it was a messy divorce.
Carl cheated on his ex-wife, she got
sole custody of the kid.
Carl adores his daughters.
Maybe he's scared history will repeat itself.
Maybe he tried to kill Lexi to keep her quiet.
DWAYNE: Guys?
Shouldn't you be watching Lexi?
Don't worry, she's fine.
You've got to see this.
I don't know what to say!
CARL: Just say your name.
Susie Jenkins. Actress.
CARL: The camera loves you, Suze.
Those things, those monsters, they don't care
about our future.
They'll just keep going, they'll just keep devouring us
and they won't stop until we're dead.
Susie the tea maker wants to be an actress.
Perhaps she tried to kill Lexi to step into her shoes.
That's a bit extreme.
People have killed for less.
Maybe Susie's more ambitious than we first thought.
CARL: That's it, I told you you were a star!
Susie always wanted to act.
Was there any chance of her getting the role?
-I never made her any promises.
-But you got her hopes up
all so you could take advantage of her.
You exploited her ambition so you could get her into bed.
I didn't take advantage. Susie always knew
it was a long shot.
-You lied to her, Mr Collins. -I didn't lie.
Susie has been jealous of Lexi ever since
we started shooting.
Said she doesn't know how lucky she is.
She's right, of course.
She doesn't have a clue. But when Lexi signed up
for the sequel,
I was the one who had to break it to Susie that
she'd missed out on the role.
And she didn't take it well.
What do you think?
Nobody's talking, right?
Okay, Big Dave. Here's the deal.
I'm not Dwayne.
I don't play that game, you understand?
So how do you feel about coming down
to the station with me?
And making this whole thing a lot more formal.
You lie on record, that's perjury.
Perverting the course of justice,
that's 12 months inside.
Who knows what could happen?
You get out, your kids don't want
to know you any more.
Someone else is doing your job.
So now you're homeless. No work.
No money. People cross the road
when they see you coming,
and all because you didn't talk to me.
Dwayne didn't tell me his boss was such a bad-ass.
Somebody was down here last week,
asking where they could get hold of puffer fish poison.
They bought a vial of it. Enough to kill a dozen people.
And you saw who it was?
Yeah.
I saw.
This is hers.
It's the police.
Susie? Open up.
She's in there. Stand back.
Yeah, sure.
CAMILLE: So, what do we think?
Puffer fish poison like she used on Thea?
Mixed it with some water and then drank the lot.
Ah, Fidel.
Any news?
Okay, so listen. I've got a witness.
Man who saw someone buying a vial of poison.
He even heard a name.
Let me guess, Susie Jenkins.
How did you know?
We just found her dead.
Thanks, Fidel.
Lexi was the only obstacle between Susie and her dream.
So she tried to get rid of her.
She must have known we were closing in, and she panicked.
So Susie took the vial of poison she bought
from the docks,
tried to kill Lexi with the chocolates and
drank what was left of it.
-Case closed. -Hmm.
So how much did you have to pay him?
Hmm
Big Dave. For the information.
Nothing, Dwayne.
-I applied a bit of pressure. He caved.
That's why you're a sergeant, and I'm not.
So, maybe now you'll have time to put up your hammock.
It still doesn't quite make sense.
Susie killed herself. It's tantamount to confession.
You know what you're better off doing?
Sign off these case files.
And, uh, maybe give your desk a little bit of a tidy.
How many teas do you need?
Oh, yes. Well, I made some tea and then I forgot the tea,
and then the tea went cold and then I made another tea.
-It was a whole tea debacle. -Mmm.
It wouldn't happen if my wife was here.
Oh, you haven't forgotten to pick her up, have you?
Camille was convinced you'd forget.
Um,
I didn't forget.
She's not coming.
She's left me.
What?
Is there someone else?
Oh, gosh. I hope not. Um...
Anyway, it's just one of those things.
Oh, well, look on the bright side.
Uh, there's a bright side?
Now you get to hang out with me.
I can show you all the best places
to pick up single women.
-Trust me. -That isn't...
That is not a bright side.
So you think he's better off stuck in a bad marriage?
Sometimes you've got to face facts.
The right woman turns out to be
the wrong woman.
That's just the way it is.
Yeah, in a weird way that actually makes sense.
Yeah! When did you get so philosophical?
Oh, that's the cold one?
It's the cold one, yeah. Just my luck.
Two cups.
DWAYNE: Sometimes the right woman turns
out to be the wrong woman.
CARL: When I arrived this morning around 6:00,
they were outside Lexi's tent.
Lexi arrived just as I did.
HUMPHREY: Which would be your first choice?
-Only one.
All this talk about puffer fish poisoning.
It's in the script. Look! Here.
Yes!
That is it!
What?
-Hook-a-duck. -Oh!
Hook
Camille, would you mind doing that thing
where you gather everyone together?
I rather enjoyed that last time.
Dwayne, I need you to go to set and find
something for me.
I thought the case was closed. I've just reopened it.
Find a what?
Where on the set does he want me to check?
Sir!
How long is this going to take?
The movies.
When we all sit down in the dark
with our popcorn,
we're all allowing ourselves to be deceived.
We're all buying in to the fiction.
Yesterday morning a 27-year-old girl,
Thea Homes, was poisoned
by a chocolate that was intended
for Lexi Cunningham.
When Susie committed suicide, it appeared that the case
was all neatly wrapped up in a nice little bow.
It was all a deception, of course.
Someone set Susie up.
You see, that was the biggest mistake we made on this case.
We allowed ourselves to be deceived.
Has anyone ever played hook
-Yes!
You clearly had a dull childhood, too, Mr Finch.
You see, when I played that game,
my chances of hooking the winning duck were minimal.
As were the murderer's of getting Lexi to eat
the one cherry cream
containing the puffer fish poison.
Which is something you know a lot about, isn't it,
Mr Finch?
I was looking into it for research.
-Purely coincidence.
I'm afraid none of this was a coincidence,
Carl Collins.
Me? I didn't kill anyone.
For those of you who don't know, tell us,
how did I discover that you were having
an affair with Susie?
A cup of tea. -A cup of tea. Precisely.
Which is also how I figured out
how the murder was committed,
only this time it was two cups of tea.
Thank you, Dwayne.
One hot, one cold.
Both identical.
See, why try and kill Lexi Cunningham
with one poisoned chocolate?
The answer? No-one was trying to kill Lexi Cunningham.
Thea
was the intended victim all along.
Isn't that right, Lexi?
Thea was my friend.
HUMPHREY: I had Dwayne search the set,
and look what he found.
You poisoned Thea Homes
with this box of chocolates.
I would offer them around, but I fear they're quite
inedible,
-and probably a little bit melty by now.
-This is ridiculous.
-HUMPHREY: Not ridiculous at all, as it happens.
-Sit.
Let's start with the poison. Fidel spoke to a witness
who claims he saw Susie Jenkins buying
the puffer fish poison.
Yes, but it wasn't Susie Jenkins.
It was you.
What's a girl like you doing with that nasty stuff?
HUMPHREY: You deliberately framed her.
LEXI: Hello? Susie speaking.
HUMPHREY: Then you bought two identical
boxes of chocolates.
You injected one with the puffer fish poison,
something you read about in your script,
leaving the other box untouched.
The morning Thea died, you crept onto set before
anyone else was in,
and you left the un-poisoned box by your tent.
Now, Carl assumed that they were a gift
from the production company, exactly as you hoped.
He put them out where anyone could get their
hands on them.
Anyone fancy some posh chocolates?
HUMPHREY: Now everyone would think the food tent
was where the crime took place, when, in fact,
you gave Thea the poisoned chocolate yourself.
Two cups of tea.
Two boxes of chocolates.
Thea took the cherry creme,
so, rather ingeniously, you told us that was
your favourite.
-The cherry one.
In fact, credit where credit is due, Lexi,
you've been pretty ingenious all along.
Put us off the scent a number of times.
Even set up an incident which could be taken as evidence
that you were the intended victim.
You planted the DVD and made sure
that Dwayne found it.
That bought you the time alone you needed.
You crept along the balcony to Susie's room.
You poisoned her water, and you waited.
There was enough poison left to kill,
and kill quickly.
You set the scene as a suicide,
an apparent confession of guilt.
But you didn't count on one thing,
us giving you a bodyguard.
Which meant you couldn't get rid of these.
And you hid the evidence in plain sight.
This isn't the first time you've killed, is it?
HUMPHREY: And Thea knew that. You were friends.
Same school, same estate.
Only you got out and became an actress.
You said that some years later, you heard
she'd gone to prison.
It was a mugging that went wrong.
The police report states that they found Thea
covered in blood.
Knife in hand. A fait accompli.
But here's where it gets interesting.
Witnesses say they saw two people running away
from the murder scene.
They never found that other person.
Thea covered for you.
She was in prison for eight years.
That moment changed her life. It changed yours, too.
You never once looked back,
until the day she walked onto this set.
You'd just signed a contract for the sequel.
Fame and fortune were within your grasp.
You couldn't let anything spoil that.
Only, Thea wasn't going anywhere.
You owed her and she knew it.
CARL: Good, okay, rest up, that's working. Lovely.
-Hey! You must be starving. -Oh, you angel.
I'll pay you back.
No, it's all right. Put it on the tab.
You got her a job as your stand-in
but that wasn't enough.
She was going to bleed you dry.
Or ruin your life.
Either way, she had to go.
Fidel, if you'd do the honours.
DWAYNE: No. I've got this.
Up.
I guess we're never going to get to see
the waterfalls now.
I guess not.
Move.
Well, I heard it, but I didn't believe it.
-There's nothing of you, man. -Three stone and counting!
You know how many calories are in that bottle?
Yes, loads! Now drink up then, man!
Quickly, before me wife sees.
Oh, by the way, thanks for giving
my boss that information.
Ah! You should've let him pay me himself.
I knew he'd never get it out of you any other way.
It's only his first few months as sergeant,
and he's a bit low in confidence.
He needed a bit of a boost, you know? So...
Cheers.
Ah!
It truly is the nectar of the Gods.
Ah! Mmm.
WOMAN: Dave! What are you drinking?
Right, I'm a dead man!
Sad, really.
Tried so hard to escape her past.
To move on.
Sometimes facing the truth is hard.
You're doing it again.
-Looking overly concerned.
What?
If you want to talk some more, you know, about your wife.
I'm fine, Camille. I'm British.
I'm going for the bottle-it- all-up-and-turn-it-into-
a-bitter-little-ball approach.
-But you look sad. -I'm not sad.
I'm squinting.
My squinty face is uncannily similar to my sad face. See?
There.
Humphrey, one. Hammock, nil.
Just you and me now, old thing.
Come on, then. Plenty of room.
Oh!
Touche, hammock.
Touche!
Friend of yours?
Yeah, a long time ago.
Hey! Where are you going?
Carlton Paris. Shot.
HUMPHREY: We have a 25-year-old man.
He studies culture for conversation and receives
gifts from rich women.
Feels like I'm missing something.
We had so much in common!
A man who preyed on the lonely.
HUMPHREY: Why not call you when he was in trouble?
-You were a good friend. -I wasn't a good friend.