ANOUK: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Le Calmar,
Saint-Marie.
I know that many of you have been
to our place in London.
So, we're absolutely delighted that you've made
the trip over here
to share in this next exciting step
of Le Calmar's journey here,
on this gorgeous gem of an island.
It promises to be a truly special experience.
Robert Holt, everyone.
As you're aware, this is our
first soft opening,
so we're operating a limited menu,
albeit one with a Caribbean twist.
But the thing that won't be limited
is the quality
that you've come to expect from Le Calmar
and the chance to be a part of Robert Holt's unique vision.
Thank you. Let the food do the talking.
(STAFF SHOUTING OUT TO EACH OTHER)
MAN: We need you now!
Service.
I thought you said we'd cut the list in half?
I did my best but I couldn't get
a hold of anyone.
-Two calamari. -DEXTER:
Kim, how's the desserts?
Kim, desserts for table 5.
Kim, keep it together.
-For God's sake. -Kim!
-I knew I should've left. -Well,
it's too late for that now.
It's just a normal night, okay?
Just a normal night.
(CUSTOMERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
I'm sorry, there are no photo opportunities.
You know what Robert's like. Monastic discipline
and no distractions.
-Thank you. -It won't happen again.
Forget Robert, all right? Just follow me.
Follow my lead, okay?
-Kim? -What the hell is going on?
You have to get back in there!
No photographs!
I'm sorry, I did say.
DEXTER: Desserts for table five.
Matt, get me the plates.
We'll save you a gin and tonic.
Yeah, I might just kip here tonight.
Oh. Goodnight, darling.
ANOUK: Perfect.
Thank you.
Hello! Sorry about this.
I thought you were coming after 9:00. Follow me.
Come in, come in.
Robert?
-What is this? -Oh, my God!
Freezer door's open.
In here!
Oh, my God!
(SOBBING)
Hey! You little...
Out of breath, Granddad?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Toe-rag!
-HUMPHREY: Good morning. -Chief.
HUMPHREY: What have you got there?
-My next lesson in the art of courtship?
-Absolutely.
Really?
See how the world's leading men
put theory into practice.
Good morning, everyone.
-Morning. -Calling JP, nanu-nanu.
-He's in love. -Man, Rosey's amazing.
You know, last night, she cooked this
wonderful meal.
And then we went down to the beach
and ate under the stars and then she
gave me an envelope!
"Got you a present," she said.
DWAYNE: So why'd she get you a present?
Our two-month anniversary.
It's a weekend away in Guadeloupe.
And then this morning, she made me my lunch.
-This is bad news. -Hmm?
How are you going to top all that?
What do you mean, top all that?
It's your three-month anniversary
coming up, right?
Yes...
Then you'll have the fourth, the fifth,
the sixth, not to mention Valentine's Day,
Easter, Christmas.
And, oh, lordy, lest you forget, her birthday.
You're in big, big trouble, man.
Well, when you put it like that, Dwayne.
I did.
Man, why is everything a competition?
Well, for once, to be fair,
you must remember what the ancients
said about the art of love.
Once you have secured the battlefield, you must then
massacre the enemy.
Or was that the art of war?
Yeah, sorry, it's the art of war.
Carry on.
Oh, I'll tell you what, JP.
Um... You, me, tonight, my place.
Beers, popcorn, all of these.
-Give you some ideas. -Yes, yes, okay, yes.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Good. -DWAYNE:
Honore Police Station.
Okay. Chief!
There's been a murder up at that new restaurant.
Minor stab wound in upper back.
Major stab wound in the chest.
Robert Holt, 48. Michelin-starred chef
of Le Calmar, London.
About to open the hotly anticipated
Le Calmar, Saint-Marie.
Last night was the first soft opening,
official one next week.
From the positioning, I would say definitely
attacked from behind,
turned round and then...
Murder weapon. Don't tell me,
handle's been wiped.
Sure looks like it. Kitchen knife.
It's personalised, I think.
His initials carved in the handle.
Mmm. Punshen, Danish.
Set you back a small fortune. Time of death?
Hard to pinpoint as he's been in a freezer.
Can't measure accurate body temperature and can't tell
when rigor mortis set in.
I mean, maybe post-mortem might be able to
narrow it down.
-Indeed. Last seen? -11:30 p.m.,
when his staff left.
Found this morning when they re-opened.
His partner, also the manager, his son and two other chefs
all spent the night in the villa
they're renting
on the other side of the island.
-How long are they here for? -Well, they are the core team,
so they're setting it up with the intention
other staff will take over and they will go
back to London.
Robert said he was staying the night here
but apparently, the sofa bed has
not been opened.
-Anything missing? -Well, his partner
says there is £4,000
taken from the safe. Also, his smartphone is gone.
I've got details of the make and model.
Lintmar Baudet. Very nice. These cost around
40 grand, I'd say.
Personalised Danish knives, £40,000 watches.
He liked his little luxuries.
-Chief? -Yeah.
-Over here. -Yeah.
Set of 10 personalised knives. One missing.
HUMPHREY: Yes.
Gosh! Look at that. This knife has been sharpened
with a bias to the right-hand side.
Our victim was a sinistra. Left-handed, Dwayne.
Did you know, 10% of all people
are left-handed
but can you guess how many Mensa
members are, hmm?
Twenty percent. Isn't that fascinating?
-Isn't it just. -Yes.
Apparently most parrots are left-footed.
Or is that left-clawed?
-JP: Chief? -Yes?
JP: Have a look at this.
Back and front doors were locked.
No sign of forced entry anywhere.
DWAYNE: The burglar must have got in through there?
-Where are the CCTV cameras? -(SCOFFS)
They're not working, believe it or not.
Teething problems.
This is zinc, isn't it?
Uh-huh. No footprints.
You see, zinc gets marked and stained very easily.
And it won't fade. You have to wipe it off.
See? Nothing there.
So the intruder must have wiped them off
after they got inside.
Maybe. But he couldn't have done that
on the way out, could he?
Anyway, who said there was an intruder?
A struggle in the kitchen, money gone from the safe.
Looks like a botched burglary to me.
But there was no sign of a struggle
in the corridor or in the office
where the money was taken.
And what was Robert doing in the freezer?
Maybe he fought back.
Then how come he was stabbed in the back first?
That suggests someone creeping up
on him from behind.
But someone stole the money and his phone.
So, we're dealing with a thief
who's clever enough not to leave fingerprints
and levitate above a worktop
but dumb enough to leave behind
a watch worth a fortune, hmm.
So, a botched burglary is what it looks like.
But that's exactly what it is not.
I think it's time we met the kitchen crew.
Don't you?
So, the last time you all saw Robert
was when you left here in a taxi at 11:30 p.m.?
Yes. He wanted to stay here.
At busy times, he'd often sleep over.
He couldn't wait to plan the menu,
prepare for the following day.
And would he have stayed up all night preparing?
No, not all night, no.
But certainly well into the night.
He was a total workaholic.
And who else did he know on the island?
Suppliers, decorators?
No, no one.
Dexter deals with supplies and I deal with everyone else.
-And your waiting staff? -Well,
they didn't even know him.
I mean, they only arrived yesterday
afternoon and I briefed them.
They didn't even speak to Robert.
What about socially, in the evening?
Did he go to bars or other restaurants?
You're joking.
He was like a monk,
strict routine and no deviation, just swim,
power yoga and here.
Robert didn't do socialising.
Man was a genius.
Just complete and utter dedication to the kitchen.
And during evening service, was there anything unusual,
anything untoward?
It was seamless.
And you all left together at 11:30,
went directly to the villa,
and no one had any contact or saw Robert
until the body was discovered at 8:35 this morning?
That's right.
So, you were together in the villa all night?
None of you left to go anywhere?
We were exhausted. I dropped like a stone.
I crashed almost straight away.
What? Yeah. Yeah, same here.
Same. Anything to confirm that?
There are... There are CCTV
cameras up at the villa,
-you're welcome to have a look.
-Yes, we will, thank you.
Sorry, but I have to ask, will this take much longer?
Only, my wife and daughter will be landing
in half an hour.
Well, I assure you that we won't keep you
longer than necessary.
Talking about the CCTV, I meant to ask,
the CCTV here, teething problems?
Yes, it was a complicated system
to set up.
Robert wanted it everywhere. He liked to be
on top of things.
I just wish we...
hadn't left him here with all that money
on his own.
Yes, unfortunately that would've made no difference,
because no one broke in.
I mean, you unlocked the door this morning. Correct?
-Yes. -But the window.
The money. I mean, the safe.
Yes, well, someone definitely tried to make it
look that way.
That's for sure.
I'm sorry, but if this wasn't a break-in, then what was it?
-Murder? (SCOFFS) That's ridiculous.
-What's ridiculous?
-What's going on, where's Robert?
-Sorry, who are you?
I'm Gary, Robert's brother. Who are you?
I can't believe it. I only saw him
yesterday morning.
How long have you been on Saint-Marie?
Uh, I came last Friday to help out.
-Help, as in... -You know, carry deliveries,
do bits and bobs round the place.
I mean, I'm a businessman, not a chef but, uh,
you know, we all need moral support
when the pressure was on.
But you weren't here last night
for the first soft opening.
Yeah, he didn't like people getting under his feet.
-Then you're not staying in the villa?
-I wish I was now.
I certainly I wouldn't have let him
stay here on his own.
No, I've rented a little place by the beach.
And last night?
-Stayed in, went to bed early. -On your own?
Yeah, sadly, yes.
-I see. -Not by choice.
So, you were saying, you think it was
someone he knew.
But he didn't know anyone on the island.
Yeah, well, we're yet to establish that.
Look at that poor kid.
To lose both parents so young.
HUMPHREY: Oh, his mother?
Yeah, she died in a car crash when he was 10.
Sorry. If you'll excuse me, he needs me.
Yes, of course.
Strange, isn't it? He came to help
but wasn't staying at the villa
or helping at the restaurant.
Yes, he's also short of an alibi.
Let's find out everything we can
about the two brothers.
Right! JP, last night's diners,
track them down. See if anyone
spotted anything unusual.
Also, ask around in town if anyone knew Robert,
saw Robert, or can tell us anything
about the victim's last day.
Dwayne, search the villa and get CCTV,
also put the feelers out for the phone,
see if anything turns up.
Florence, background checks and all mobile phone logs.
'Cause Robert was murdered by someone he knew,
and if it is as they all say and he knows
no one on the island,
well, then, it must be one of them.
Okay, so there are two CCTV cameras at the villa.
Both set at diagonals, one covering
the whole of the front,
the other the whole of the back.
Now, they went in at 11:50 p.m.
and came out at 8:00 the following morning.
And there's no other way in or out of there?
Not unless they dug a tunnel.
This is a new-build. There are no cellars
and no trap doors.
Okay, let's make sure we go through
every frame of this footage.
-Yes, Chief. -Coroner just confirmed,
there's no fingerprints on the knife.
The post-mortem's preliminary report
has just come back.
Determining time of death is tricky,
due to the body's exposure to extreme cold,
as we thought.
They're looking to come back to us
with more specifics within the next day or so.
Anything else from the restaurant?
DWAYNE: Not really, no sign of his phone yet.
The washing machine had the chef whites in,
all washed.
There was nothing significant on his desk.
Paperwork, accounts.
Different drafts of menus. Ah, but there was
one thing, Chief.
WED and a reference number.
-WED, Worldwide Express Delivery?
-Yes, very good.
Call them, see if there's anything
waiting to be collected.
-Yes, Chief. -Okay,
so what have we got so far?
Ah, well, Robert Holt, 48.
Maverick and star of the British culinary scene.
Ran his first restaurant at the age of 21.
"At Le Calmar, Saint-Marie, we don't serve food,
"we serve up a Caribbean experience.
"Timeless ingredients, memories, desires,
aromas, textures, dreams."
And a whole heap of cheese by the sound of it.
Yes, quite. Ooh!
Desserts, my favourite. Caribbean Shipwreck.
"Praline and chocolate cliffs served on an archipelago
of burnt almonds
"in a lake of paw-paw-infused rosewater."
Caribbean Shipwreck?
What the hell are you supposed
to do with that?
Eat it or alert the Coast Guard?
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, no, not you, madam. I wonder if you could help me?
Anouk Laban.
FLORENCE: Robert's girlfriend for 11 years.
-Former fashion model. -Who never graduated to wife.
Maybe everything is not a bed of paw-paw-infused rosewater
in that relationship? Dexter Allen.
FLORENCE: Sous chef and right-hand man.
Married with a child.
Been with Robert almost his entire career.
Yet never tried to set up on his own?
Why's that, I wonder?
Matt Holt, son of the great man.
Twenty. His mother was Robert's first,
well, only wife.
Died in a car crash when Matt was 10 years old.
Matt was a grade-A student who dropped out of law school.
Avid amateur photographer, according to his social media.
And yet, working as a pot-washer
for his old man. Interesting.
Now, she was very quiet.
-Which compensated for her tattoos.
-FLORENCE: The pastry chef.
Kim Sweeney, a Londoner.
Got an apprenticeship in one of Robert's kitchens
when she was 17.
Rose through the ranks in no time.
Let's try and look into her background.
(LAUGHING) All right.
Thank you very much, Anastena. Yes, bye-bye.
Chief, there is indeed a package
waiting to be picked up.
Special delivery from London. I'm heading over there now.
FLORENCE: I'll take over the footage.
Which leaves us with the man with no alibi,
-Gary Holt. -Well, he's a businessman,
all right.
Looks like he's got a string of failed ventures behind him.
Was just declared bankrupt and latest divorce
recently out of court.
Any trouble with the law?
-Still checking. -(JP HUMMING)
Sounds like JP. JP, what news?
Well, I asked everywhere.
Everyone's heard of Robert but no one has met him.
Seems he really did keep himself to
the restaurant and the villa.
But I do have this.
Two of the diners attempted to film Robert at work.
This is the footage.
-No photographs! -ANOUK: I'm sorry, I did say.
Well, I daresay in the midst of a first night,
someone sticking a camera in your face,
I wouldn't like it either.
-Sir? -Yes.
-Gary Holt. He's got a criminal record.
-Ah.
Spent two years at HMP Woodhill.
Serious assault outside a nightclub.
And listen to this, six weeks ago,
he's involved in a fight
inside Robert's restaurant in London and was given
a police caution.
No wonder Robert didn't want him around.
He sounds like a liability.
Quite. JP, let's start going through Robert's laptop,
emails, the lot,
see if there's any mention of Gary in there.
Yes, Chief.
I think it's time we paid the helpful brother
a helpful visit.
-Ooh! What the... -Potholes.
This is a great big piece of British engineering, Florence,
it was built for potholes, you don't need to avoid them.
So, I will tell you something, though.
This was a very nasty assault that Gary went to prison for.
The guy was left for dead.
Now, you see,
the victim of the assault pointed the finger
at Robert, not Gary.
Robert was charged but then Gary confessed.
And the CPS concluded that because the victim
was drunk at the time of the assault,
they had to go with it and prosecuted Gary.
-He was only 20 at the time. -So, Gary took
a hit for his brother?
Yes, it certainly looks that way. Oh!
You did say I don't have to avoid them.
Yes. Yes, that I did.
I never need an excuse for a barbecue.
I was wondering when you might show up.
Let's start with the argument you had
in the restaurant in London, six weeks ago.
What was that about?
Ah, you know, this and that. I can't remember, really.
-I had a few drinks. -Still.
It must have been serious if the police were called.
Well, we exchanged a few blows.
We both have a very short fuse.
Yes, you've been through a rocky patch recently.
Bankruptcy, divorce.
Was that what you argued over? Did you ask Robert for help?
Did he refuse?
After all you did for him?
You, um,
spent two years in prison.
Why did you confess to a crime you didn't commit?
Who says I didn't commit it?
Well, the entire investigative team,
by the looks of it.
Why did you take the charge for him, hmm?
All right, let's see.
How old must Robert have been at the time?
Just about to go to catering school, right?
Is that why? To spare his future?
Now he's a very successful millionaire
and you're...
So?
What, you think I killed him over money?
Well, then how do you explain this?
Yesterday,
he transferred £20,000 into my account.
See, he may have been a lot of things
but he was still my brother.
So, 11:30 p.m. comes, the staff leave in a taxi.
Confirmed by the taxi driver, who saw Robert wave them off.
Correct.
Now, Robert doesn't pull out the sofa bed
but he does change.
Because he put his chef's uniform
in the washing machine.
So it looks like that's when the attacker came,
seeing as the bed's not slept in.
And yet, the only suspect with the opportunity, Gary,
has no motive.
How are you getting on with the CCTV?
Nearly done.
Since they entered the villa at 11:50 p.m.,
no movement at all.
JP, anything your end on Robert's finances?
Yes, evidence of multiple bank accounts
in multiple places.
HUMPHREY: Interesting.
While we're at it, can we run financial checks on the rest?
-Chief. -Ah, Dwayne.
-You have been gone a long time.
-Tell me about it.
I had to wait for ages because of this.
"For collection in person with ID only."
It was in a special pile.
And the lovely Anastena had to get
special dispensation
from her supervisor before I could leave.
Yes, I bet that took a while.
Burbank & Co.
That's his solicitor's firm.
Now I can see why they were for collection only.
Anouk Laban and Pierre Lovell, 10th of the 1st, 2016.
She was having an affair?
Well, there's a letter here as well
from the solicitor.
Pierre Lovell is a restaurateur.
He owns quite a few places in Paris, London and Beijing.
Mmm-hmm. Listen to this.
"If an employee is seen or heard to pass on future plans,
recipes, techniques,
"then there is possibly a case for industrial espionage."
Private investigators?
I wouldn't have thought that was Elliot Burbank's
style.
Pierre's an old friend.
But I think Robert suspected it was
more business than pleasure.
Industrial espionage?
Please.
That's Robert in a nutshell,
always thinking people are trying
to stab him in the back.
To be fair, someone did.
Well, it wasn't me.
I had nothing to sell.
You were meeting a restaurateur.
Look, what was I supposed to be doing?
I left an amazing career for Robert,
I gave up the best years of my life.
But I had no legal right to anything here.
I mean, if we split up, I'd be left with nothing.
No, Pierre was just giving me some kindly advice.
-So, Robert never wanted to get married?
-No.
Marriage was a complete no-no for him.
He once said, "Once is enough."
That was fine.
Fine.
I did my best to keep him entertained
but, um, he had a very low boredom threshold.
He was a man, at the end of the day.
We're not all like that.
It was only a question of time before he shacked up
with a younger model,
literally.
And then, where would I be?
And yet, still you stayed with him.
The option being...
What? Walk out with nothing?
You know,
it's very apt that he called his restaurant Le Calmar,
because he had his tentacles everywhere.
Knowing him, he'd make damn sure no one could lay
a hand on what was his,
even from beyond the grave.
No, I'd never be so stupid as to attempt his murder.
Anyway, how could I?
I was here all night.
HUMPHREY: It's quite a relationship.
He's looking to get rid of her,
she knows he is, yet still holding on.
Still, if she got rid of him first,
I reckon she'd still have a claim
to some of his wealth.
But she couldn't have done it.
The taxi driver said specifically that he took them
straight to the villa.
And I've looked at all the footage
and there's no way anyone got out
during the night.
Where there's a motive, there's a way.
Well, how are you two getting on?
Well, just going through the evidence
back from the villa.
Nothing so far.
Yes, I'm still trying to work out
this financial maze.
I mean, this chef must have kept
his accountant busy. His bank accounts
have bank accounts.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Sammy? Huh?
You found the phone?
Really?
Okay, thank you.
One of my informers has just come across
somebody trying to sell
what sounds like the chef's phone
at the bus station.
-Said it sounded like a woman. -Sounded like?
They don't call him Blind Sammy
for nothing, you know.
-You've got a blind informant? -Yes.
But he's got exceptional hearing.
Whatever works. Let's go.
Madam. (INDISTINCT TALKING)
You need a phone?
Hey!
Chief! The kid!
Oi!
Hello.
I hear you've got a phone for sale.
JACKSON: I told you, someone gave it to me.
-Who? -Can't remember.
-When? -Not sure.
You're in big trouble, you know, Jackson.
What will your parents say about this?
Not much. They died when I was three.
My aunty looks after me.
But she's asleep because she works nights.
Puts me out of the house in the daytime.
Now, listen, Jackson. This is very serious.
A man has been murdered.
And this was his phone.
Now, for the last time, how did you get it?
Will I get into trouble?
Not if you tell the truth.
Well, I was outside that new restaurant,
the one with the octopus sign on it.
-When? -Yesterday morning.
And I was walking on the beach.
Sometimes people leave behind nice things.
And these two men came and started fighting.
They were arguing.
And then the older man's phone fell out
of his pocket.
But he doesn't notice.
He's so angry, he just pushed the other man
and goes back in.
The other man gets up looking really upset
and goes in right after him.
So what were they arguing about?
I didn't understand.
Something about girlfriends.
Girlfriends?
Jackson.
The man who lost his phone, was it him?
-Yeah. -And the man he
was fighting with,
him?
-No. -No?
-What about him? -No.
It was him, with the sad eyes.
Very little we can add to what we know
about Matt already.
No criminal record.
Dropped out of law school despite his great grades.
Didn't pick up his place on a photography course.
Nothing from the villa, either.
Meanwhile, on his blog, he posted a strange wishlist.
HUMPHREY: Jewellery?
Jackson said girlfriends were mentioned.
Does he have one?
Doesn't look like it.
His online profile says single.
Doesn't take after his father, then.
Well, whatever they were arguing about,
he never mentioned it.
There's only one way to find out why.
Back in the Jeep.
I should have said. I feel so awful about it.
That was the last time we spoke.
What were you arguing about?
We haven't been getting along for a while.
Since I dropped out of my law degree.
He wouldn't pay for me to go to photography school.
He said if I wanted to throw my life away,
then I'd have to pay for the privilege myself.
Yet still you chose to come work here
as a pot-washer?
Why not just go somewhere else?
I suppose I...
-I thought I could change his mind.
-But you didn't.
That's what started it all. We went for a swim.
And then on the way back I said to him,
"Why don't you pay for my course upfront
and I'll pay you back?"
And then he let rip.
Called me a loser and a disappointment.
And...
...it kind of went from there.
I wasn't exactly a match for him physically.
He knew that.
You were overheard having an argument
about girlfriends.
Girlfriends?
Uh...
My dad's girlfriends.
I don't like the way he treats Anouk,
that's all.
Right.
That scratch, it's nasty.
That happen in the...
Oh, no. I, um...
...get eczema when I get stressed.
GARY: What the hell is going on?
Have a word, please?
In private, downstairs.
-We were just trying... -Trying to what?
Distress a kid who's just lost his father?
Look, new evidence has come to light
about an argument.
So, they argued.
You show me a father and son who don't.
You need to lay off him. He's more
fragile than he looks.
-We were just trying... -Do you have
anything tangible on him?
No, of course you don't. And you wouldn't, either,
because he was here all night.
So I think we're done here.
Don't you?
Are we digging up everything we can
about Robert and Dexter?
-Yeah. I'm on it, Chief. -Thank you.
Dwayne, how are we getting on with Robert Holt's mobile?
Well, I'm going through his call register.
Nothing so far.
Calls to his lawyer, his bank, that sort of thing.
I think I'm going to take it home.
This could take me all night.
Well, I would help you out but I got a date
with the Inspector.
Movie night. Fancy joining us?
(GRUNTS)
Yeah, you stick to your date and I'll stick to my data,
thank you very much.
Well, hold on, darling, look, say something.
(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
That little...
Again?
(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)
Jackson here?
Can't we just watch it on a DVD player?
No, we want to have the full big-screen experience.
Ah.
-Yes, um... -Here.
Yes. Excellent.
Anyway, right. I think that's everything.
Now, the DVD player is hooked up
to the computer,
computer to the projector, projector to the battery,
which is charging in the extension cable.
Well, that's it.
Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats.
Lights!
Camera! Toaster?
Right.
I think I know what I did wrong there.
(SHE BY ELVIS COSTELLO PLAYING)
Oh, yes.
That's good, that's very good.
Very good.
Good morning.
-Morning. -Morning.
So, how was the lesson?
Well, actually, it was rather fascinating, wasn't it, JP?
-Yes. -Conclusions?
Well, um...
One, love can be found anywhere.
Uh, two, you can't force it.
It's spontaneous.
Wouldn't you say?
-Uh, yes. -And three,
once you have it,
it's forever.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Yes. -FLORENCE: Dwayne.
Okay.
He's onto something.
Look.
These were all in his deleted messages file.
Robert's been texting Dexter the whole time
they've been here.
Right. But Dexter's not been answering.
Look. "What have they got over in SH?"
"SH comes highly recommended."
"What's the weather like in SH?"
SH?
You know, and if none of them have received a response,
then, what were they, jokes?
A taunt? And why delete them?
Wait, hang on. We found these
in Dexter's bin.
Ticket stubs for the ferry to Saint-Helene.
Saint-Helene?
SH. It has to be that.
Look, why don't we just go over to Saint-Helene and
see what we can dig up?
Yeah. Good idea.
JP: If I tell you, it won't be a surprise.
Hang up the phone. No, you hang...
I tell you what, I'll hang up.
You're on duty, man.
Well, you're the one who put the fear of God in me.
-What? -Yes.
-Telling me how to top her gestures.
-Oh.
So have you worked out how you're going to do that yet?
It's going to be amazing. -Amazing, huh?
-Mmm-hmm. So, any luck?
He said he was a bit of a regular
on the evening ferry.
FLORENCE: I found this.
An interview in the Hackney Gazette.
"Local boy chosen as one of five
culinary stars of tomorrow."
He had just got his job at Robert's restaurant.
Yeah, look.
"'The plan is to stay here for a couple of years,
then branch out on my own.
"'I'm not made to be number two.'
"One of five chefs who won the coveted
Stars of Tomorrow."
Well, he was certainly good enough.
So why hasn't he done it?
Man, there's nothing.
But there must have been a reason
why he was here so often.
Oh, there was. A certain bar.
He was seen outside on quite a few nights.
Yes?
You've heard of Bastian's?
Bastian's?
The gay bar?
He knew, didn't he? About Bastian's.
What doesn't he know?
There's not many gay bars on these islands.
How long did he know about you?
He worked it out pretty soon after
I joined his ranks.
See, he's very clever with people.
He works his way slowly and methodically
into your confidence
until he's got something on you
and then crushes you.
We know he was taunting you, via text.
Well, he never actually said anything.
Not openly, anyway, but there were
always these jibes,
suggestions,
constant mentions of the boys I work with, of Emily.
He would say he must call her for a chat.
It was just
total and complete control at any price.
The man was a sociopath.
I do love them, more than anything.
I mean, can you imagine the fallout,
the hurt this would cause?
They've done nothing wrong.
Is that why you stayed working for him?
Did he threaten to out you?
Vile,
horrible man.
Don't be ridiculous.
That's a pretty powerful motive, Dexter.
I wish I had it in me.
Don't get me wrong, I won't be
shedding tears over him.
But I didn't kill him.
And how could I, anyway? I was in
the villa the whole night.
So Robert exploited his brother's loyalty,
tried to get rid of his partner,
blackmailed his sous chef and tyrannised his son.
Yeah. One by one he bullied and alienated everyone.
However, Matt, Anouk, Dexter and Kim
were all at the villa.
And he'd just made his peace with Gary
the day before.
So they couldn't do it and he had no reason to.
Oh, my Lord.
Wow. So, as well as the two accounts
in Zurich,
Robert had one in San Marino, one in the Cayman Islands
and one in Liechtenstein.
-Liechtenstein? -Novel choice.
Yes, but wait till you hear this.
Once a month £3,000 gets transferred
to a building society account in England
in the name of Kim Sweeney.
Is Kim available?
She's not well, she's been in bed all day.
We'll be very brief, I assure you. Thank you.
Yeah.
Well, he helped me out.
My mum, she's got MS. I thought I was going to
have to pack it all in to go and look after her.
So, Robert was paying for nursing care
so I could, you know, carry on.
-Your birthday? -Yeah. Five days ago.
"Hope you like your presents."
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
It's my friend Ali from London.
Anyway, you were saying?
Was Robert that helpful to others, too?
Because looking over his accounts,
it doesn't seem so.
Are you sure he, um, expected nothing in return?
It wasn't like that.
What was it like?
He was an amazing man.
Working next to him, it was... It was inspiring.
He taught me everything I know.
Okay.
I slept with him.
We had an affair or whatever you
want to call it.
Maybe I did feel indebted.
I didn't know any better.
It just happened.
I knew it was never going to go anywhere.
Look, everyone in this business
cops off with each other,
it's not rare.
The hours are long.
-You never get to meet anyone else.
-How long was the affair?
A while, on and off.
Then it just sort of fizzled out.
Fizzled out?
That must have been difficult,
seeing as you worked so closely together.
I always knew it wouldn't last.
Did Robert have the other half of that?
What?
The pendant.
No. No, my mum does.
Believe me,
the only person Robert was in love with was Robert.
Right, what do we know?
Robert Holt was stabbed with his own knife
the night before yesterday.
He was last seen at 11:30 p.m. by his staff
and a taxi driver.
And we know he let his attacker in,
so he must have known them.
And we can't find anyone else he may have
known on the island
except these people.
He betrayed his brother, cheated on his partner,
bullied his son,
blackmailed his second-in-command
and took liberties with the pastry chef.
Her story checks out, by the way.
Her mum is in a nursing home
and money goes from Kim's account
every month to pay for it.
-Hmm... -Well,
none of them will miss him, that's for sure.
And yet they were all in the villa
at the time of the murder.
FLORENCE: Apart from one, Gary.
Who has no motive. No, no, no,
this is impossible.
I know it's right under our noses.
I can smell it.
Sir, can I just put something out there?
Maybe it was a robbery.
Maybe it was one of the diners and maybe
they hid in the toilets
till everyone was gone and...
And how did they get out after they killed him?
Okay, I haven't worked that out yet
but it can't be one of these.
-It simply has to be... -(COMPUTER CHIMING)
Ah, the coroners. This is their
follow-up report.
Ah. It's...
Ah.
Right. Um...
"Cardiac arrest caused by stabbing
straight to the heart..."
Etcetera, etcetera. "Time of death, inconclusive.
"Please see appendix A below."
Damn!
They haven't managed to narrow it down.
"Ambient temperature will make this a best guess
"based on available information.
"The time of death could realistically be any time
within a 24-hour period."
Yes, but seeing as he was last seen
at 11:30 p.m...
Hang on.
No.
How could I? I was here all night.
-Gordon Bennett. -Who?
Never mind. That was brilliant.
Where is the footage from the opening?
Where's the footage?
Yes. Yes.
Oh, my word.
Oh, I can't believe it.
This knife has been sharpened with a bias to
the right-hand side.
Oh, yes, that's very clever. Very.
ANOUK: I'm sorry, I did say.
I never need an excuse for a barbecue.
Ah...
-So, what were they arguing about?
-Something about girlfriends.
Nearly. Nearly there.
-If only... -What?
Right. I think I know what's going on.
Dwayne, we need the CCTV footage from the
arrivals hall of the airport
for last Friday.
Florence, JP, come with me.
JP: Chief, I don't think there's anything
here we can use.
Just keep looking.
-FLORENCE: Sir. -Mmm-hmm?
What's that?
Bingo. I think it's time we got everyone together.
Le Calmar. The squid.
(CHUCKLES)
Did you know that in 1998, marine biologists discovered
a fascinating species of mollusc just off
the coast of Indonesia?
They called it the mimic octopus.
Because it fools its predators by pretending to be
something it's not.
Sometimes it pretends to be a lionfish,
sometimes a sea snake.
It's very clever. An impersonator!
Who put those there?
Very similar to what we have
encountered here.
See, at first, it looked as if Robert Holt, uber-chef,
huge talent, had been the victim
of a botched burglary.
He wasn't.
He was murdered. Murdered by someone
he knew very well.
Murdered by someone here.
Now, here's the problem.
Now, four of you had a strong motive.
Anouk.
A dead Robert could give you what a living
Robert never would,
financial security.
If we split up I'd be left with nothing.
Matt Holt. You just wanted to
follow your own path,
against your father's will.
Is that a reason to kill?
Blood relatives have killed for less.
Dexter Allen, you certainly had
a motive for murder,
you were being blackmailed.
A hugely talented chef in his own right,
Robert made sure that he'd never hop kitchen
or set up on his own.
And then there's Kim, the pastry chef.
His one-time mistress.
Someone else Robert used and abused.
Gave her money and yet indulged in a highly
inappropriate relationship.
The only thing is she, along with the rest of you,
had an alibi.
You were all in the villa at the time of murder.
In fact, the only person who wasn't in
the villa was Gary Holt.
Gary certainly had the opportunity,
but where's the motive?
I mean, after all, the day before he was killed,
Robert gave him £20,000.
So, how do we make sense of all this?
We're waiting to hear.
Yes. Yes.
It's showtime. Dwayne.
Now, this is footage taken by one of the diners
on the night of the soft opening,
not the catchiest of titles, but there you go.
Now, it looks like we are watching
Robert at work.
-We are. -No, we're not.
If you could slow it down here, please, Dwayne?
Now, remember Robert is left-handed.
A left-handed person would place the condiments
to the right of the dish and then lean over.
Putting the condiments to the left of the dish
is exactly what a right-handed person
would do.
You see, Dexter notices this
and so moves the bowls to the right.
Just as the pair of them become aware
that they're being filmed,
I mean, naturally at the best of times,
Robert wouldn't like being filmed
without prior notice,
but that's not the reason he panics here, no.
The reason is...
...Robert isn't Robert.
(CHUCKLES)
That's insane.
This is Gary Holt
coming through the airport,
the day he arrived on the island.
HUMPHREY: All it required was a pair of glasses
and Robert's trademark bandana and Gary becomes Robert.
After all, apart from you lot, no one at
the soft opening would,
at a fair distance, know any different.
Because by the time the diners sat down,
Robert was already dead.
-In the freezer. -That's crazy.
We all thought
that Robert was killed on the night
of the soft opening.
In fact, he was killed 12 hours before.
You took a brazen risk but the rewards were high.
It enabled you to shift the time of the murder
and thereby give you all an alibi.
I mean, if we think that Robert's killed
in the middle of the night,
well, then you're all safely tucked up
inside the villa, aren't you?
So Gary poses as Robert,
Dexter does all the cooking.
Gary then makes sure the taxi driver
sees him go back inside.
And then he prepares the scene for the robbery gone wrong.
All it takes then is a shave and you are Gary again.
This is ridiculous.
What, I killed him and then impersonated him?
It's funny you say that because you see, in my mind,
once I worked out the how, I then had to
work out the who.
Now, there were two options. Option one, you killed him.
But then, why would everyone else play along
and conspire to protect you? After all,
they hardly know you.
Which leads us to option two.
You and everyone else
conspired to protect someone else.
Someone you all knew and empathised with.
Someone who had a very unfortunate
roll of the dice so far.
It's a rerun of the past, Gary.
But for your brother's son.
And what? We'd all just
play along with it?
Well, yes, you would.
Because you all hated Robert.
And you all felt empathy for Matt's plight.
This had nothing to do with your dad's plans for you,
however much you hated them.
But it has everything to do with Kim,
the woman you were passionately in love with,
the woman who was your father's
on-and-off mistress.
-(CHUCKLES) Me and Matt? -Yes, of course.
I mean, a sensitive, clever, slightly lost young man.
Who falls for you so deeply that on your
birthday he posts photos
of all the things in the world he would have got you
had he had his dad's wealth and power.
Or is it just a coincidence those posts
appear on the very day
you turn 24?
Maybe the affair did, as you say, fizzle out.
But even so, I mean, Robert wouldn't tolerate
his son muscling in on his property,
would he?
You see, that scratch has nothing to do with eczema.
Your dad did that, didn't he?
When he tore the necklace off you
in the fight you had.
Give me this. Give me this!
Look what we found in the ashes
of Gary's barbecue.
Don't know what you're talking about.
HUMPHREY: Well, if you'll allow me, Kim.
You see? Perfect fit.
We called and asked the nurses at your mum's nursing home.
Your mum knew nothing about a pendant.
HUMPHREY: Your dad must have outlined it
in no uncertain terms.
You break up or she is ruined.
That was his style. He couldn't bear
being number two to anyone.
So he knocks you down, humiliates you.
You've had enough!
For years, you've watched him abuse
everyone around him,
mentally, financially, physically.
When will it stop?
Humiliated and reeling, you follow him
back into the restaurant.
You're blind with anger. You grab a knife.
Find him in the freezer and you stab him in the back.
He turns round and you stab him again,
straight through the heart.
Don't say anything, Matt.
You realise what you've done.
You're horrified. You call your uncle and he arrives
with all the team.
MATT: Help, help!
HUMPHREY: You're probably all shocked but, really,
is anyone grieving?
Or did you all think he had it coming?
And what is the point of wasting
a young life, Matt's?
Who's never hurt a fly in his life?
Conspiracy to cover up the murder begins.
This is what we do.
Robert is left in the freezer in his T-shirt and shorts.
Gary then goes back to the shack.
With your clothes, the broken pendant
still in your pocket
and everything is burned.
You carry on with the soft opening
as if nothing had happened.
You then wait the night out and return to make sure
the delivery man sees you enter
and find Robert's body.
A clever, tight plan.
If it hadn't been for this.
Surviving the flames.
You didn't know him. He would have
destroyed us both.
He treated everyone as if they were
his own possession.
-He didn't care for anyone. -So no one cared for him.
Well, you all did at some time.
Then he let you all down,
one by one.
So, what will happen to us?
Conspiracy to pervert the course of justice
but with a good lawyer, sensible judge...
As they say, everyone loves to see justice
done on somebody else.
Make of that what you will.
You know what? If this all happened again,
I don't think anyone here would have acted
any differently.
Wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay, okay.
You're a real bad man, you know.
You're not too bad, either, for an old man.
-Hey. -How old are you? Sixty?
Twenty-five plus.
Yeah, 25 plus 35.
Listen, if I make a deal with you,
are you going to keep to it?
-Depends. -Don't be cheeky.
Now, I have a very good friend called Lenny.
He runs a youth basketball team.
They practise once a week on Tuesdays.
Now, if you promise to go to school every day,
I might, and I mean just might,
have a word with him.
I could pick you up afterwards,
get you a hamburger, soda.
-Why? -Why what?
Why are you doing this all for me?
Let's just say that someone did
the same thing for me
when I was your age.
And if they hadn't have done it,
I wouldn't be around today doing the job I love.
So, what are you saying? Hmm?
I can't help but feel sorry for him.
He's not even 21.
Well, there is lots of mitigating circumstances.
It wasn't premeditated.
And when the court take into account
what we know about his father,
well, it's the age-old question.
"Why do some people have children?"
Oh, God. I hate this job.
What on earth happened to you?
-Old sports injury. -What?
For real. Had a little predicament.
Had to get back into basketball.
They used to call me Shark Attack.
I was the Shaquille O'Neal of Saint-Marie, you know.
Who used to call you that?
-Blind Sammy? -Very funny.
-I see there's trouble in paradise.
-I don't think so.
But the Inspector does.
Yep. It's got all the hallmarks
of a breakup chat.
I missed you so much last night.
I really did.
Yes, me, too.
But, you know, what could I do?
I couldn't just leave.
The Inspector was really getting into it.
You know, putting on one
DVD after another.
-I just fell asleep. -(LAUGHING)
She's laughing. But that's a good sign.
Not always, in my experience. -Oh, God.
-Oh, my God!
Whoa!
Congratulations.
Okay, I'll be best man.
Yeah, and I will do the catering and...
What do you know? Our first wedding.
So, who's next in line?
Don't look at me, you know.
It's like you said, sir. Love can be found anywhere.
HUMPHREY: It's very true.
But until then,
guess you two will have to do.
(LAUGHTER)
-To us! -To us.
From the Santa Ana silt.
There was nothing fair about what you did!
Get away from my boat!
A body's been found at Blue Bay Cove.
Do you mean like actual treasure?
That's not the terminology we'd use.
That's brilliant!
There's barely a scratch on it.
It's virtually... Well,
it's JP's stag do tonight.
I'll be round to pick you up at 6:00 p.m. sharp.
I don't think I want to go to my stag do.