Finn, I'm going to the auction at the yacht club now.
Are you sure you won't come?
FINN: Positive.
Fine. I'll see you later.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(BAND PLAYS TRADITIONAL MUSIC)
The dance represents an offering to Baron Lev.
Who is this Baron fella?
FLORENCE: He's the master of the dead during Fete Marie.
Sir, that's Baron Lev over there.
-JACK: Oh, right. -JP: The infamous top hat and skull face.
-(FLORENCE LAUGHS) -Fantastic.
-Dwayne! Everything okay? -Oh!
-You look haunted. -It's Darlene.
She's got her niece staying with her for the whole week.
This is a bad thing?
You haven't met her, Chief.
Uncle Dwayne, can I have a coconut ice?
How could I possibly say no to you, Elize?
And after, can we join the parade, please, Uncle Dwayne?
Of course we can.
I don't suppose you've seen Dwayne?
-That way. -Ah.
There you go, sir.
So tell me more about this Baron Lev.
Is he somebody I should be scared of?
Oh, I'd say so, sir.
On Fete Marie, it's claimed he returns to the living world
in search of a companion
to join him in the afterlife.
Ooh.
-Trevor, hello. -Hi.
Selwyn, old boy, so pleased you could make it.
Delighted to be here, Hugh.
Always happy to support local charities.
Oh, indeed. I really must get you aboard the boat this year.
Don't worry, we won't do anything so vulgar as sailing it.
Ah, let me get you a drink.
Rum comme d'habitude for our noble officer of the law.
-Please, Antoine. -I'm so glad you could make it.
Ah, Catherine.
-Charlotte! -Lovely to see you.
Thank you for inviting me.
I feel honoured to be here.
Oh, nonsense, we are the honoured ones.
Having the Mayor herself to host our auction.
I just hope I raise enough money.
Oh, we have no worries there. We're a generous lot at the yacht club.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, Hugh, sweetie.
Have you seen Daisy? She and Finn really ought to be here by now.
Not seen hide nor hair of her since this morning.
-Hmm. -Hi, Catherine.
Let's go and look at the prizes.
(TRADITIONAL DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
So, Dwayne, what happened to Elize?
(CHUCKLES)
Darlene's taken her home for dinner.
Thank goodness.
You know, sometimes I don't really think I've earned my evening beer.
But this one? (CHUCKLES)
-Most definitely. -Excuse me.
-You're the police, right? -Can we help you at all?
It is my wife. I think she's been murdered.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
I saw a message had been left on my answerphone.
So I played it.
It was Daisy, and...
Something's happened to her.
Something awful.
(AUTOMATED VOICE) Message received Thursday,
1st February, 2018 at 4:57 p.m.
DAISY: What are you doing?
Put the knife down.
Please put it down!
Get off me!
No!
(SCREAMS)
How could someone do that to her?
Well, we don't know anything for certain yet.
Do you have any idea where Daisy was supposed to be this afternoon?
At the yacht club.
She's a member.
There was some charity event on there.
And so when was the last time you saw her?
Just after 4:00.
That's when she left for the club.
And apart from this message left at 4:57 p.m., did you hear from her
or see her after that?
No, I... I assumed she was at the club house enjoying herself.
Right. If Mrs Anderson was last seen heading for the yacht club,
then we start the search there.
Dwayne, JP.
Finn, I want you to wait here until we have some news.
DS Cassell will stay with you and look after you, okay?
Sold! To Charlotte Hamilton for $1,000.
(CLAPPING)
Now, on to our next lot.
A course of private lessons
with the yacht club's own sailing instructor,
Adam Warner.
Adam, where are you?
Ooh!
I'll open the bidding myself.
-(AUDIENCE LAUGHING) -$200.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
$300? $400?
-Excuse me, Commissioner. -CATHERINE: $500?
-Inspector. -Sorry to bother you.
-Can you spare a minute? -CATHERINE: $900?
Come on. Ten...
Eleven...
Daisy Anderson.
-CATHERINE: Sold! -I know her.
We believe someone attacked her with a knife.
Selwyn, what's going on?
It's Daisy.
We are concerned something may have happened to her, but...
As far as we're aware, she didn't make it to the auction.
No. Although I am sure someone said they saw her car parked out at the front.
Of course, it's locked.
SELWYN: And if her car's here, in theory she must be as well.
Okay, let's search the place. Dwayne, JP, you take inside.
Commissioner, if you wouldn't mind pitching in with the troops,
perhaps we could search the grounds.
Glad to be of help, Inspector.
Inspector!
It's Daisy Anderson.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGING)
DS Cassell.
Oh, I see.
I'll let him know.
I'm really sorry.
(SOBBING)
Don't need a post-mortem to tell that she was stabbed.
A single stroke to the chest.
One-and-a-half inch blade, by the looks of things, non-serrated.
Defensive wounds to her forearms.
It suggests she put up some sort of a fight.
Poor girl.
Make-up, car keys, mobile phone.
Last call was made this afternoon to Finn.
4:57?
Yeah. Tallies with the message left on his answerphone.
We were all inside taking part in the auction then.
So if she did scream for help, that's why nobody heard her.
And she probably reached for her phone in desperation.
(SIGHS)
This little posy...
I saw others wearing it at the carnival. Is it a Fete Marie thing?
It's from a plant called jatropha.
It's meant to ward off evil beings.
(SIGHS)
Hang on. There's something wedged behind the flowers.
-A butterfly. -May I?
I'm something of a lepidopterist.
Uh, butterflies.
A hobby of mine since childhood.
-Oh. -It's a pieridae.
A yellow passion. But it shouldn't be here.
-What do you mean, sir? -I mean, it shouldn't be anywhere.
The yellow passion emerges from the chrysalis in early summer.
It lives for about six weeks.
It would have died six months ago.
Well, then, why was it lodged in the victim's clothing?
SELWYN: Inspector.
This is Hugh Davenport.
Hello.
Chairman here at the yacht club.
And this is Charlotte Hamilton, club secretary and treasurer.
Please, don't worry. I'm going to try and keep this as brief as possible.
Finn, could I trouble you to go over
Mrs Anderson's movements this afternoon?
Just one more time.
Okay. Um...
Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club
around 3:00, showered,
got changed, left again just after 4:00.
And how was she? In good spirits?
Yeah, I suppose.
She was fine.
Nothing out of the ordinary about her behaviour?
Daisy seemed really upbeat when she was with us at the club earlier.
The three of us spent the morning preparing the function room.
WOMAN 1: You did your shopping? WOMAN 2: Yeah, just bored.
And Finn, if you don't mind me asking,
why did you not want to come with her this afternoon?
This place, it's...
It's not really my scene, you know?
So, you went to the festival in town instead?
I must have got there around 4:30
and had a beer at Ziggy's bar.
Which is where you picked up the answerphone message?
Yeah. That's when I came to find you guys.
Can any of you think of a reason why someone might want to do this to Daisy?
I mean...
She hardly knew anyone on the island.
Just her mates at the club.
Finn and Daisy moved here less than a year ago.
That's why Daisy joined the club. To make new friends.
It must have been someone got into the club.
Don't you think?
Yeah, I suppose it must.
Thank you.
Well, thanks for your cooperation.
I really do appreciate your help at this sensitive time.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Did Daisy have anything to do at all with butterflies?
Like, collect them or anything?
No. Why?
It's probably nothing.
Ah, Chief.
The crime scene's been processed, and the body has been released.
Good stuff. JP, did you get to search Mrs Anderson's car?
Yes, I did.
Find anything that might lead to our killer?
Well, the only thing I found is this.
It was shoved in the back of the glove box.
It's from Boutique Fleur.
Probably means it's expensive.
Well, I'll have to take your word for it.
Let's get it back to the station.
Um, there's nothing else you'd like us to do now, Chief?
I'm afraid so, Dwayne.
There are 40-plus guests waiting to have their statements taken,
and photographs.
So we won't be getting back to the festival any time soon, then?
Sorry, not a chance.
Inspector...
(SIGHS)
If there's nothing else you need him for,
I have said Mr Anderson can go home now.
Of course. Thanks again.
Can I see her?
I'll do it.
Florence, how was he? Finn?
You know, when you broke the news?
As you'd expect, devastated.
There's something about him.
It's been bothering me. Ever since he came up to us at Catherine's bar.
-It's what he said. -It's my wife.
JACK: That he thought his wife had been murdered.
I think she's been murdered.
-And? -Well,
up to that point, he didn't know for sure
that she had been murdered, did he?
The thing is, in the phone message that we listened to,
you could hear Daisy being attacked.
But there was nothing definite to say she was dead.
Well, maybe he made an assumption.
Yeah. But you know, I find that relatives
tend to cling to the idea that their loved ones are still alive.
They're not willing to entertain the possibility that they might be dead.
-Almost always the case. -Mmm-hmm. That's true.
So why was Finn so ready
to leap to the conclusion that his wife had been murdered?
Thanks.
You think he knew she was already dead.
I'm just saying, in my book, it's suspicious.
Harry, your breakfast. It's on the table.
Harry?
Come on.
Stop your messin'.
I know you're here somewhere.
Not like you to not eat your breakfast.
Ah! There you are.
JACK: He's definitely a bit green around the gills.
DWAYNE: Isn't he supposed to be that colour?
Being he's a lizard?
-I suppose he does look a bit... -Peaky?
-Exactly, sir. Yes, peaky. -Okay.
Well, listen, let's keep him here. Under observation.
And if the symptoms get worse...
We'll put the little fellow out of his misery.
No, Dwayne. We'll take him to the vet.
Vet?
In the meantime, we've got a murder case to solve.
He's going to take a lizard to the vet?
I've seen everything now.
Now, yesterday,
just after four o'clock,
Daisy Anderson left her house
and drove to the Saint Marie Yacht Club
to attend the Fete Marie Charity Auction.
At 4:57, exactly, a message was left
from her mobile onto her husband's answerphone,
and in it, she was heard being attacked by someone with a knife.
Her body was then discovered by the Commissioner and myself,
at 6:15 on the same evening.
So between leaving her house here and being stabbed here,
something drew our victim's attention to the yacht club lookout point.
Now, our job is to work out who lured poor Daisy Anderson to her death.
So, Dwayne, what do we have so far on our victim?
Thirty-two years of age, originally from Wiltshire.
Now, up until two years ago, she was working as a personal trainer.
That's how she met her husband.
He was a member of a gym she was working at.
-JACK: Finn Anderson. -The man is really rich.
He created a download game.
It was so popular that just over a year ago,
he sold it to a social media company for £7 million.
Seven million for a game? The world's gone bonkers, JP.
Finn and Daisy got married when he sold the company
and moved to the island shortly after that.
Now, her millionaire husband is our only suspect so far.
But he claims he was in Ziggy's bar at the time of the murder.
Well, we went to Ziggy's bar early in the morning, sir,
and we can confirm
that Finn was seen arriving at the bar
at 4:30 p.m.
And was seen leaving looking worried, just before 5:30 p.m.
And you're sure about this?
A hundred percent positive.
A hundred percent, huh? Well, that's pretty conclusive.
So, if Finn Anderson
was seen at a bar in Honore
between 4:30 p.m
to 5:30,
well then he couldn't very well have killed his wife
at the yacht club two miles away
at 4:57 p.m., could he?
So, if it wasn't Finn who killed her,
it must have been one of the witnesses we questioned last night.
No way. We interviewed over 40 people in that room
and not one of them said they saw anybody leave.
Well, what about CCTV?
Well, there's one camera in reception.
I checked the footage,
but it doesn't even show the entrance of the function room.
Ah! Right, well.
Why don't you lads head over to Mr and Mrs Anderson's house
and see what you can find there?
-Yes, Chief. -Yes, sir.
Sarge.
Well, Florence. What's the story?
The bracelet JP found in the victim's car.
-What about it? -It was obviously a gift,
and it's very expensive.
So why was it just pushed into the back of the glove compartment?
-Like it was unwanted. -Exactly.
So I went to Boutique Fleur and asked them to give me all the details they had
for the sale of the bracelet.
-And? -It was sold two weeks ago
for $395 to a guy called Adam Warner.
Adam Warner?
Adam... Warner.
Let's see...
Here.
He's the club's sailing instructor?
Yeah.
So what's the doing giving one of its female members
$400 pieces of jewellery?
Um...
I mean, I suppose.
Yeah, there was a brief dalliance of sorts between myself and Mrs Anderson.
Dalliance. And what does that mean?
-Playing footsies under the table? -We slept together.
A handful of times or so.
It was a physical thing, you know. No more than that.
-Mmm-hmm. -So, why the expensive present?
Just being gentlemanly, I suppose.
-Hmm. -Look,
I admit, I liked Daisy. She was a good sort.
But we both knew what we were doing was never gonna last.
I'm not sure I believe you, Adam.
(STAMMERS) I don't know what you mean.
I mean I just find it hard to believe that a young man like yourself
-earning, what, $200 a week... -$210, actually.
I stand corrected.
Would spend half his monthly salary
on a gift for a lady, unless he had very strong feelings for the said lady.
All right, yeah.
I did have feelings for Daisy.
She wasn't like the other members.
Banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
I thought she felt the same about me.
Until I gave her that.
-Her face when she opened it. -She wasn't impressed?
Told me there and then it was over between us,
that we'd obviously got crossed wires.
I felt like I'd made a total fool of myself.
And tell me, when was this, exactly?
Couple of weeks ago.
She switched instructors the next day. After that, she just blanked me.
Must have hurt.
Made you angry.
Sorry.
You don't think I did it, do you?
You wouldn't be the first to kill someone over a broken heart.
So our victim had an affair,
albeit a short-lived one.
Finn never mentioned that, did he?
Maybe he didn't know.
Or maybe he did.
I had a feeling he was hiding something. Perhaps it's the fact he had motive.
We need to talk to him.
Now, is it me, or did Mr Davenport run off
like a scalded cat at the sight of us?
I'll see if I can find out what he was up to.
FLORENCE: Hi, I'm a police officer, investigating a death...
FLORENCE: Sir.
Mr Davenport was asking the receptionist
for yesterday's recordings from the CCTV camera.
And did she say why he wanted them?
Just that he seemed really keen to get his hands on the discs.
I thought it might be worth taking a look.
(SIGHS) Good idea.
Come on, let's go and see what Finn Anderson has to say for himself.
You don't mind, do you?
No, no. You dig in there.
Hmm. Looks lovely.
-Would you like a slice? -Are you sure you don't mind?
Right.
Mm.
So we were just wondering.
Can you tell us, how were things between yourself and your wife
over the past couple of months?
I think we can take it from that pause that things weren't exactly rosy.
No.
I mean we were having a rough patch.
-You were arguing? -Sometimes.
What about?
I'm not very outgoing, you know?
I just like staying in, playing computer games and stuff.
I think she felt she sometimes wanted a bit more from life.
And tell me now, Finn,
do you think that's why your wife started sleeping with another man?
Aha! You see, you hesitated again.
You gave yourself away, which tells me you already knew.
She told me a few days ago.
Said she was sorry, but that maybe it was a wake-up call
that we needed to make some changes in our marriage.
-And what did you say? -I agreed.
We both needed to try harder.
And why did you not mention this yesterday?
I guess it didn't cross my mind.
You know it wasn't me, right?
I was in a bar when Daisy was killed.
We know. We already checked.
(FINN SIGHS)
You think maybe I should take his temperature?
There must be a thermometer in the first aid kit.
Do you even know what the lizard's temperature is supposed to be, sir?
JACK: Fair point, Florence.
Sure, where would I stick it?
(SIGHS) Maybe I'll just give him some fresh water.
Good idea. And if he's still like this by the end of the day,
we'll take him to the vet.
(SIGHS)
All right, let's stick our suspect number two up on the whiteboard.
Though, after speaking to Finn Anderson again,
I'm even more convinced that he's our man.
But if it's him, we still have no idea
how he was able to stab Daisy at the yacht club.
When he was seen at the exact time it happened in a bar full of people.
And if it wasn't him, then how can anyone else have done it
when the rest of our suspects were seen at the auction when it happened?
Oh, sir, the CCTV from the club reception.
Ah, yes. JP, we believe there's something on it
that Hugh Davenport doesn't want us to see.
We just don't know what.
Okay.
I'll go through it.
And go back as far as you can on the day of the murder.
We know that Hugh and Daisy were there together getting the club ready.
Okay.
I'll have Dwayne sort through the items we recovered from the victim's study.
Great, and while you're at that
I think I'll pay a visit to our local mayor.
She knows who's who at the yacht club.
So, as host of the auction, I take it you had a good view of the room,
seen who was coming or going.
Yes.
I was on stage for the whole thing.
Sold! Twenty-five.
I could see everyone.
All right. And did anyone leave the room
between the time the auction started at 4:30 p.m
and when we turned up?
No one.
There was something I wanted to tell you about, though.
About Daisy Anderson.
-Oh, yes. -Two weeks ago,
Daisy was alone at the bar going over some papers.
It's so hot today.
MAYOR: She ordered a drink
and was asking me whether I knew about a charity called...
Project Saint Marie?
I told her I had never heard of it.
She looked puzzled.
Said I must have got it wrong.
But it's part of my job as mayor to be across all the island charities
and there's no such thing as Project Saint Marie.
And what would this have to do with the yacht club?
MAYOR: I saw that the papers she was going over
had the club logo at the top.
Daisy saw I'd noticed
and covered them up.
What sort of papers? Could you tell?
It looked like they were from the club's accounts.
And Daisy was definitely troubled?
Very.
Saint Marie National Bank never heard of Project Saint Marie,
let alone have an account registered in that name.
What about the cooperative?
They have a business account
set up two years ago in that name.
Receives a thousand dollars a month in untaxed donations.
It's not a registered charity on the island?
It's basically a cover for the account holder's personal finance.
They're funnelling money from the yacht club into their own account
under the pretence of charitable donations.
Whose name is the account in?
Wait for it, Club Secretary and Treasurer
Charlotte Hamilton, no less.
(MOTOR RUNNING)
Afternoon, Inspector.
Afternoon, Mrs Hamilton.
Very impressive.
-Do you have a moment? -Yes, of course. How can I help?
Well, it might be better if we went inside.
I see, oh. Do come in.
(POURS DRINK)
-Lovely place you've got here. -Thank you.
Takes some upkeep, I imagine.
Well, I have help.
And I've lived in this house ever since I moved to the island with my husband.
So there's a fair few memories I'm not quite ready to let go of.
And when did he pass away, your husband? If you don't mind me asking.
Four years ago.
Cancer.
Sorry about that.
So did he not leave you much in his inheritance, then?
I beg your pardon?
No, it's just, I've been trying to work out why you're fleecing the yacht club.
For what is it? A thousand dollars every month?
What on Earth are you talking about?
Does Project Saint Marie mean anything to you?
I imagine you might prefer something a little stronger.
Yes, I think I rather would. Do you mind?
I don't suppose you...
No, you're grand.
May I ask how you found out?
Mrs Anderson was seen studying the club accounts
and overheard asking questions about Project Saint Marie.
You were right about my husband.
He was a banker. Liked taking risks.
Ended up taking one too many.
He left me with very little.
Which is why you stole money from the club?
I didn't...
(SIGHS)
I didn't think anyone would notice.
And I'm the treasurer, so I oversee where all the money is allocated.
Nobody has ever shown the least interest.
But then Mrs Anderson did.
As soon as Daisy arrived,
she threw herself into everything to do with the club.
Including its charity work?
Yeah. Could you not just have got yourself a job?
Doing what?
I have a reputation to uphold. I'm the club secretary,
its treasurer, and people respect me.
I could hardly be seen manning the checkout at the local Mini Mart.
I assume Daisy finding out the truth had you worried.
You could be charged with theft, fraud.
I was... I am going to pay all the money back.
I'm selling what I can.
Old paintings, furniture.
That's why I was washing down the speedboat.
Look, I admit I haven't acted
with much dignity these past couple of years.
But I can assure you, I haven't sunk to the depths of committing murder
in order to solve my financial problems.
Yeah.
And then there were three.
Charlotte Hamilton, Adam Warner and Finn Anderson.
-And they all have motives. -And all of them have alibis.
Adam and Charlotte were inside the clubhouse.
And Finn was at a bar in town.
Which means none of them could have done it.
So if it wasn't one of them, then who?
And why? Why did Daisy Anderson have to die yesterday?
And while we're asking questions with unfathomable answers,
can someone also tell me
what this little chap was doing at our crime scene?
I went online, and the Commissioner was right.
This type of butterfly should have been deep in hibernation.
Or whatever it is butterflies do.
So what was it doing tucked under our victim's posy of flowers?
Uh, sir. I've got something for you.
(SIGHS) Okay, I've been checking through the CCTV at the reception,
like you asked,
and just before 1:00, Hugh and Daisy can be seen leaving.
But just before they go, the stop and talk for a moment. Look.
FLORENCE: Whatever he said, she clearly didn't like it.
At all.
Uh, Chief, if it's any help,
my Aunty Jean has been hearing impaired since birth,
but she's a real dab hand at reading lips.
Really? And you think she'll be up for looking at the footage for us?
Help solve a murder case? She would be over the moon.
Great! Well, first thing tomorrow.
We'll see if Dwayne's Aunty Jean can work out exactly
what Hugh said to upset Daisy Anderson.
Until then, I say we call it a day.
Goodbye.
Okay, Harry. Enough's enough.
Time to get you to the vet.
You're not coming, Dwayne?
I might stay a while here and do some paperwork, you know?
What?
Dwayne...
Look, if I give it an hour or so before I go over to Darlene's house,
Elize will be asleep, which means
I don't have to spend any time with her, okay?
Okay.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.
I'm really sorry I couldn't get here earlier, Darlene.
I'm afraid we've got a really demanding murder investigation going on.
-(GROANS) -Here.
-Sounds like you've earned this. -Thank you.
-Wait, you're not joining me? -(CHUCKLES)
I need something a bit stronger.
Oh.
Everything all right?
I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night.
Elize kept on waking up with nightmares.
I think taking her to Fete Marie wasn't the best idea.
Aunty Darlene...
I can't sleep, I'm scared.
Oh, darling.
Why don't you go back to bed
and I will come read you a story, okay?
Go on.
Look, if Elize is scared, and you're tired,
why don't I go in there and tell her the story
and you stay here and finish your rum, hmm?
-You sure? -Of course.
I mean, who better than Officer Dwayne Myers to go in and reassure her?
(CHUCKLES)
So when Carlton got back to the hideout on the beach,
he saw Beatrice was there waiting for him.
And she did not look happy.
Um, Elize?
Your Aunty Darlene tells me you've been having some nightmares.
-Is that right? -Yes.
Well, let me tell you a real story.
When I was young and I had a bad dream,
I would draw a picture of whatever was frightening me,
fold the paper over,
and throw it into the bin.
And if I did that,
all the bad thoughts would go away.
Guaranteed!
So...
If you ever have another bad dream, you do that.
-Okay? -Okay.
Now,
where were we?
"There you are," said Beatrice.
"I've been waiting here all day."
(ELIZE GIGGLING)
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning, Florence.
How did things go at the vet's?
Oh, he said Harry's definitely not well.
And I did the right thing bringing him in.
The thing about lizards, they're small and fragile.
If anything goes wrong, well, not much you can do.
Anyway, he's kept Harry in overnight,
said he'd call me this morning and let me know what's happening.
I'm sorry, sir.
Just can't believe I'm...
I mean, he's just a lizard for Pete's sake.
Maybe he's more than that. Like it or not,
perhaps Harry's become a part of your new life here.
Maybe.
All I know is sitting here moping is not gonna help.
So come on. Let's see what Dwayne's Aunty Jean's got for us.
(EXHALES)
Come and sit, Aunty.
-JP, how are we getting on? -(EXHALES)
Aunty Jean is basically amazing.
She managed to tell us everything that Hugh Davenport said to Mrs Anderson
on the CCTV footage.
Brilliant. Does it give us anything?
If you ask me, sir, Mr Davenport is a nasty piece of work.
-How so? -Well,
we think he was blackmailing Daisy.
He'd somehow found out about her affair with Adam Warner,
said he'd tell her husband unless, and I quote,
"We can come to some kind of arrangement."
Meaning?
Well, he said it while he was stroking her cheek.
I think he was blackmailing her to sleep with him, sir.
Creepy old lech.
We need to talk to him.
Here, give these to Aunty Jean.
Uh... Aunty...
You're after these I believe, Mr Davenport?
I thought I'd just check to see if there was any sign of
who might have killed Mrs Anderson.
So it wasn't because you wanted to destroy evidence of your conversation
with Daisy the day she was killed?
Conversation?
We, um...
We spoke about quite a bit that day.
About club stuff and such.
The conversation in which you promised not to reveal Mrs Anderson's affair
with Adam Warner in return for sexual favours.
Ringing any bells, Hugh?
You make it sound so sordid.
Do you know, when I came out to the Caribbean? 1974.
I was chief engineer
for the oil fields off the coast of Trinidad and Tobago.
By the time I retired, I was rich.
But I had never stopped to find someone
to share my life with.
And here was a young woman you thought you could manipulate?
She wasn't blameless. She was the one who was sleeping around.
Okay. (LAUGHS)
So it's her own fault she was blackmailed?
-It wasn't blackmail. -JACK: No?
Threatening to reveal her secret if she didn't do your
grubby bidding. What was it?
Well, I wasn't gonna go through with it, was I?
I was just trying it on.
That's all.
Tell me, Hugh, what did she say when she left here
at the end of the conversation?
-What do you mean? -I mean, did she threaten to
tell the club officials or go to the police?
Ah, do you mean
did she say something that might give me reason to murder her?
-Yeah. -Don't be ridiculous.
She told me where to go.
That's about the sum of it. And just to be clear,
as she walked away, I just thought to myself,
"Well, there goes another one."
Mr Davenport is clearly a horrible person,
but I don't think he sees what he did as wrong.
So would he commit murder over it?
Sir?
Sorry, Florence, I was listening.
And I quite agree, I don't think he has a clue how appallingly he's behaved.
What is it, sir? Something's bothering you?
There's a gap in our timeline.
I don't know why I didn't pick up on it before.
What do you mean?
Well, the CCTV of Hugh and Daisy's conversation
shows her leaving the clubhouse at 1:00 p.m...
Daisy...
...on the day of her murder.
But when we questioned Finn,
the same day, he told us...
Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club around 3:00.
That's a whole two hours unaccounted for.
You're right, sir.
So where did she go?
I mean, it could be anywhere on the island.
Satnav.
Okay, let's see.
Here we go.
Recent destinations.
Last journey programmed in, four minutes past 1:00, two days ago.
Just when she was leaving the yacht club after speaking with you.
-Hugh Davenport. -35 Rue d'Orphan. Mean anything?
FLORENCE: Let me find out.
Here we are. 35 Rue d'Orphan is a business address.
Johnson and Bird.
They are solicitors who specialise in family law.
So Daisy Anderson went to see a solicitor the afternoon she was killed.
A visit to a solicitor specialising in family law
when her own marriage wasn't in the best of nick.
(CLAPS HANDS) Well, it's got to be filing for divorce.
You wait right there, okay?
Dwayne.
Yeah?
Darlene, what you doing here?
I was clearing out Elize's room
when I found this in her bin.
I think I know why she's been having these nightmares.
JP!
Wasn't Daisy Anderson wearing a black and white dress when she was murdered?
Hmm.
It also looks a hell of a lot like Finn.
Now, Elize, you're sure this is what you saw?
And it was here in the town,
when the big festival was going on?
I'd run ahead from Uncle Dwayne because I wanted a coconut ice.
And then you saw a man looking like this?
And he was holding a knife up to a lady looking like this?
You're being so brave, Elize.
Now, my last question, Elize.
And then I'm sure your Aunty Darlene
is gonna buy you the biggest coconut ice you've ever seen!
Can you remember where this happened?
Right, let's spread out.
Good girl.
Sir.
JP, do your thing.
Yup. It's blood, sir.
So, potentially this is where Daisy Anderson was killed.
And it looks like you were right. It was Finn who did it.
Yeah. Dwayne, JP, I want samples of this blood sent to the lab ASAP.
But if the murder happened here
and Elize witnessed it just before she was taken home at half three,
that's an hour-and-a-half before the voice message was left
when we heard Daisy being killed.
I know, I can't figure it out either.
But if we got the time of death wrong, and it was earlier than we thought,
well, then that means Finn Anderson no longer has an alibi.
Means he could have done it after all.
FINN: What do you mean you got a witness who saw me do it?
Someone saw you stabbing Daisy Anderson
in an alleyway in Honore
-at 3:30 two days ago. -That's impossible.
Her body was found at the yacht club when it was three minutes to 5:00.
We've also found evidence of blood
in an alleyway, which we're convinced will prove to be Daisy's.
And there is something else we found.
Yeah, it's been a busy old day for us, Finn.
Daisy was filing for divorce.
-I didn't know that. -You see, you did it again.
You paused. If you wanted us to believe you didn't know,
you need to come straight out with it. Really sell it to us.
Like this is the first time you heard any mention of divorce.
Now, I'll tell you what I think happened.
And you feel free to tell me if I've got it right or wrong.
I think Daisy didn't leave your house at 4:00
as you suggested.
JACK: I think it was earlier than that.
Sometime around 3:00.
But something stopped her.
And I'll hazard a guess that she decided to come back
as you two had unfinished business.
Now, we know things had been strained between you,
a lot of arguing. Daisy had an affair.
And that afternoon, she'd gone to a solicitor to discuss divorce.
JACK: And according to him, she said
she was going to speak to you about it the same day.
And I imagine you probably didn't want to.
You probably knew what was coming.
So you walked out of there insisting you were going to the festival.
But Daisy came with you.
JACK: She forced you
-to listen to what she had to say. -Finn!
It's over. Okay?
It's over.
And I imagine you didn't take too kindly
to hearing that Daisy was leaving you.
Because there's one thing I've come to learn about you, Finn,
you don't like not having things your own way.
On top of which, if Daisy did leave you,
she'd take a share of your £7 million.
I can imagine that made you angry.
JACK: So in the heat of the moment, you got your hands on a knife.
And when you were out of sight from the crowds,
you stabbed your wife.
What are you do...
Killing her stone dead. So, Finn,
am I right?
If it was me, and I stabbed her in that alleyway,
explain this. How come she was found at the yacht club?
I assume you moved her body.
In the middle of Honore on the day of the festival?
You guys were there. You saw the place. It was heaving.
How did I manage to take a body across the street
and into a boot of a car, and not get caught?
I don't know what it was that your witness saw,
but it wasn't me killing Daisy.
JACK: From the start, one suspect has been the main focus of our attention.
-Finn Anderson. -He's lied to us more than once.
We know Daisy had betrayed him and was also about to abandon him.
He's steeped in motive.
On top of which we have a witness who claims
she saw him stabbing Daisy during the festival in Honore.
So why haven't we arrested him then?
Because if Finn murdered his wife at the festival in Honore at 3:30,
then we still have no idea how he managed to move the body
two miles across the island to the yacht club.
And there's something else I've realised doesn't make any sense.
The answerphone message. Where we hear Daisy being stabbed.
-What about it? -There was no noise in the background.
If the murder took place in town, we would've heard the festival going on.
You're right, sir, we would.
(MUMBLING)
-(PHONE RINGING) -I'll get it, sir.
So, if Daisy wasn't killed at the festival by Finn,
then it must have happened at the yacht club.
Which brings us back to the three members
we found so far who have motives.
Sir, it's the vet.
(SIGHS)
Hello? Uh-huh.
Oh.
Yeah. Okay. Thank you.
He's on the mend.
They still have no idea what was wrong with him.
It was touch and go there for a while.
My little fella fought it off and he pulled through.
-That's a relief. -Yeah, that's great news, sir.
Oh, yes. The little lizard gets to fight another day. Hurray!
The little lizard lives to fight another day.
I just said that.
He fought if off and pulled through.
Are you all right, sir?
But that's what happens at the Fete Marie, isn't it?
The dead come back to life, don't they?
Of course they do! I don't know why it's taken me so long to realise it.
Finn, get off! (SCREAMS)
And she valued our friendship.
You make it sound so sordid.
She wasn't like the other members.
Banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
FLORENCE: Are you okay, sir?
-Do you know who did it? -Florence, I do.
And what's more, I know where they did it.
Okay, so which one was it, sir?
Was Daisy Anderson murdered in the alleyway
in the town during the festival or up at the yacht club?
Neither, JP. It happened somewhere else entirely.
Tradition has it that the leaves of the jatropha plant
carry mystic powers to ward off evil spirits.
Now, sadly, this old Saint Marie custom,
it's no more than folklore, a myth.
Because despite wearing this, someone who is sitting here right now
plunged the knife deep into Daisy Anderson's heart and killed her.
So which one of you did it?
At every turn during this investigation
the evidence we uncovered kept bringing us back to Finn.
First it was the fact that he neglected to tell us about Daisy's infidelity.
But then we discovered that Daisy had been to see a solicitor,
and told Finn she wanted a divorce.
Yes, and the final nail in his coffin, we found a witness
who saw him attack Daisy with a knife
in an alleyway in Honore
during the recent festivities.
Except if Finn was the man seen stabbing Daisy
at 3:30 the afternoon of the Fete Marie Festival,
then how come we've got an answerphone recording
of the murder taking place an hour-and-a-half later at 4:57 p.m.?
It's baffling.
Message received Thursday, 1st February, 2018 at 4:57 p.m.
DAISY: What are you doing?
Put the knife down.
Please put it down!
Get off me!
No!
(SCREAMS)
So who was it?
Come on.
Who was it wielding the knife when that was recorded?
Who was it who stabbed and killed Daisy?
It was you, Charlotte, wasn't it?
I'm sorry, you...
You think it was me?
You murdered Daisy Anderson in cold blood.
I'm gonna tell you how it happened.
Strange as it may sound, Finn did attempt to kill Daisy
in the alleyway that afternoon, but he didn't succeed.
Now, we know Daisy had defensive wounds on her arms.
JACK: She must have lashed out to protect herself.
Must have hurt.
Caused her to cry out in pain.
And in that moment, she looked at you terrified and bewildered.
-(SCREAMS) -I think you suddenly realised
what you were doing, Finn.
Because I think at heart, you are a weak person, aren't you?
You said yourself that you don't find life easy.
You'd much rather sit at home and eat pizza and play computer games.
So when it comes to doing something that requires bravado, like
trying to kill someone, for example,
I don't think you were up to it.
FLORENCE: And in that moment,
Daisy saw her chance to escape.
-She grabbed the knife and ran. -Stay away.
Stay back.
But the question is, where, or rather who, did Daisy run to?
You must have been shocked when she arrived at your house, Charlotte.
Her arms bloody, a knife in her hands.
But as she told you what happened, I think you sensed
an opportunity presenting itself.
An opportunity to deal with two of your problems
in one fell swoop.
To get rid of the one person
who knew about the money you'd stolen from the club.
JACK: And also to make yourself financially secure again.
So you made your decision you were going to finish the job that Finn had started.
JACK: So what did you do? You grabbed your phone,
and I assume, under the pretence of calling the police
you pressed record on the voice memo app.
And I imagine poor, trusting Daisy, she had no idea
-that her life was in danger... -What are you dong?
...until it was too late.
Put the knife down.
Please put it down. Get off me.
No!
Next, you needed to find Finn. Am I right, Finn?
Finn, don't.
I was headed home.
FINN: I was desperate to find Daisy,
try and sort it.
Charlotte was already at the house waiting.
She told me Daisy had come to her.
I told her how I tried to kill her.
Daisy was going to get me arrested for attempted murder.
And if she divorced me, I'd be left with nothing.
So then I take it she told you she had sorted everything out.
Daisy was no longer a problem.
All you had to do was play along.
FLORENCE: And with Finn committing to the plan,
Charlotte, you moved on to the next stage.
Establishing your alibi.
And seeing as you were supposed to be at the party at the yacht club,
you decided that was where you'd have to do it.
But how to transport the body?
JACK: So what were you really up to the day after the murder
when we called around?
You were cleaning, all right, that's for sure,
but it wasn't the boat that you were interested in.
It was the tarpaulin that was bothering you.
Because that's how you transported the body, isn't it?
Which explains one of the oddities of this investigation.
How come a long-dead butterfly ended up at the crime scene?
You see, it must have crawled under the tarpaulin many months previously,
and died.
But that afternoon, it got rolled up with the body.
It was then a simple matter
to drive to the club in Daisy's car,
and straight to the lookout point,
where you dumped the body before returning to the clubhouse.
We assume you hid the tarpaulin somewhere you could later retrieve it.
JACK: All you had to do then was establish an apparent time of death.
Easy enough for someone who had the foresight to record the whole murder.
You'd already made sure to bring Daisy's phone with you.
And you were wearing gloves as part of your
extravagant outfit.
Now, it was just a question of calling Finn with Daisy's phone
as previously arranged with him,
and when it went to voicemail, pressing play on your own phone.
And then all that was left was for Finn to find us and play the message.
And for you to return Daisy's phone to her possession.
It was you who steered us toward Daisy's car in the club car park
while we were out looking for her.
And when we went to find it, the car,
I imagine you seized your moment to nip back to Daisy's body
and return the phone.
HUGH: I don't understand. Why would Charlotte do all this for Finn?
Why would she help him?
It's an excellent question, Hugh, and I think Finn can help us to answer that.
Money.
She wanted money.
A million pounds.
JACK: Simple, really. Money.
Boring old money, that's what it boils down to.
That's what Charlotte has lived for most of her life,
the luxuries it brings...
Lovely place you've got here.
The status it gives you.
I have a reputation to uphold.
You wanted back the comfortable affluent life
to which you'd become accustomed.
And you found a way to do it.
By killing an entirely innocent woman.
Arrest them both, would you?
Finn for attempted murder,
Charlotte, full charge.
You pathetic...
Charlotte Hamilton, I am arresting you for murder.
It'll be good to have him back, Florence.
It really wasn't the same without him.
(CHUCKLES) And I'm sure Harry agrees.
Welcome home, buddy.
You feeling better?
I'll go get us a couple of beers to celebrate,
give you both a moment.
You know, you really had me worried there.
I know, it's probably my fault for overfeeding you.
But you don't have to eat everything you see on the plate, do you?
Now, the vet says you gotta go on a diet.
Sorry.
This is our little secret, okay?
Go on, off you scuttle.
Enjoy yourself.
Here.
You're right.
Harry, he is a part of my life.
I don't know when it happened,
but I'm starting to feel like I belong here.
I think you do, sir.
So this afternoon, I want to focus on the healing power of the breath.
-Enjoy your swim, my love. -Enjoy your meditation.
-Daniel! -Wait here.
-He's dead. -His belt,
it's the exact same width as the marks on his neck.
This one. It's missing a belt.
JACK: This speech I've got to make for the commissioner's award.
Well, it's driving me mad.
How am I supposed to make a speech about someone I hardly know?
Believe by Daniel Friend. It's really fascinating.
It says that if there's something you want in life,
there are these visualisation exercises you can use.
I'm just trying to get a sense of you as a civilian, as well as a commissioner.
What do you look like when you take off your uniform?
Excuse me?
If I close my eyes,
and I visualise Tino walking around the bend,
what I've willed to happen
should actually happen.
Maybe you should try another book.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)