Keep the change, Jimmy.
Yeah. I'm just at Jimmy's.
Get the studio ready.
I'm on it. When will you be... ?
I'm afraid it's invited guests only.
Yes, sir,
I appreciate that...
Yes, I know...
And I'm sure they are very important people,
but I'm afraid it's invited guests only.
I'm sorry but...
That was another potential buyer demanding a ticket.
Relax, babe.
Sorry. I'm just freaking out about tomorrow.
Everything's ready, but Donna's still tinkering with that last painting...
I don't know why you're so stressed out, Sandrine.
I've never missed a show in my life. So stop flapping.
- Breast or thigh? - Dirty boy!
I haven't got time to eat. I've got to get back to the office.
Did you get it set up?
It's all ready for you. Do you need me for anything else?
I think I can manage fine without your considerable talents, Anthony.
Play nice, kiddlywinks.
Right, Rothko, let's get this done.
Call them back later. You need a break.
I just don't want to let Donna down. This show means so much to me.
I remember the first time I saw her work.
And you could feel the energy.
And the anger.
Each painting felt so personal.
It felt as if she'd torn the paintings right out of her soul.
So, I just thought we'd sit down and share a glass of vino
and... chat about it all.
You know, just the two of us.
I want to be honest with you.
Well, we always were, weren't we?
The truth is, I...
I kissed someone.
Or rather, someone kissed me.
A woman, to be precise.
And, well...
And the thing is, I...
She Anna...
We've arranged to see each other again. And I'd like to, but...
I guess, I'm just wondering...
... well, maybe we shouldn't.
Hello, sir! You here?
Madeleine! It's yourself.
Oh, sorry.
You have company.
No, no, just, erm...
... rehearsing, for my date with Anna. It's been a while.
I just thought I'd give the old Mooney magic a bit of a dust off.
OK. Whatever you say.
Would I be right in thinking duty calls?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, sir.
We'd best be on our way, then.
- Sir. - Sarge.
The victim is Donna Harman.
She's an artist. Moved to the island five years ago from London.
She was preparing for a live show at the local arts centre
and her paintings were being sold to charity.
Donna Harman, you say? Name rings a distant bell.
Of course! She was kind of a big deal back in the '90s.
I saw a retrospective of hers in Paris a few years ago.
Didn't know you were an art buff, Madeleine.
Well, my grandfather used to take me to the Louvre when I was a kid.
The Louvre? My grandad used to take me to the pub.
Now, that was high culture.
Miss Harman was painting in here alone at two o'clock.
Everyone else was outside, having lunch in the garden.
Then they discovered the body at about 3.30pm.
Her skin's all red.
Blotchy.
- I'm definitely getting a bitter almond tang. - Cyanide?
Well, it's that or she's just had a very dodgy Bakewell tart.
Have a look for anything she might have consumed.
Any food or beverages.
Yes, sir.
Do we know what was in this jar? Wasn't a drink, was it?
No. Apparently, it was paint-thinner, sir.
JP, could you open a window there? The paint fumes are making me light-headed.
Yup. Me too.
Sir... we've got another body.
Poor fella.
Do you want me to bag it, sir?
I'm not sure this counts as a double homicide, Ruby.
Sir...
This energy drink...
I can smell bitter almond.
Definitely. Nothing else she could've eaten or drunk here?
Just a couple of mugs, sir. But they've been here a few days.
Right. Well, I would like this can of... Boom Ting
gotten over to the lab.
Yes, sir.
Madeleine, we should speak to the witnesses.
I want to know exactly how that can of drink ended up in our victim's possession.
OK.
What the hell is going on?
Sorry, who are you?
I'm Patti Grenson, Donna Harman's art dealer.
Where is she?
Poison?
I'm afraid so.
We've evidence to suggest that Donna ingested a fatal dose of cyanide.
Oh, God, that's awful.
Awful!
Haven't you got anything stronger?
It's a booze-free house, Patti. You know that.
So... can you talk us through what she was doing today?
Well, I turned up here just before ten, as usual,
but... Donna had gone.
You're Donna's assistant, right? I'm an artist as well.
Donna recognised my talent, gave me a job.
- And do you know where it was she'd gone? - Donna didn't exactly keep a diary.
She told me she was meeting a friend.
Hey? I thought we were having a lie-in?
Sorry, love, no can do. I'm off to see a friend.
- Any idea who it was? - Didn't say.
Donna hardly knew anyone on the island. She came here to be unsociable.
And do you know what time it was when she got back to the house?
She called me from Jimmy's about quarter to two.
Told me to get the studio ready.
- Who's Jimmy? - Some guy who runs a snack van down by the beach.
Keep the change, Jimmy.
It's where she gets her working lunch.
What?
Cigarettes and a can of Boom Ting.
Nutritious!
And tell me... Was she drinking from the can of Boom Ting?
No. I saw her put the can down on the table.
She definitely hadn't opened it.
Did anyone else touch the can?
No.
Just Donna.
So, she went inside to... to start painting again,
and the rest of you stayed out here?
Not one of you went into the studio to see her?
We were all out here having lunch.
Could anybody have snuck in? I mean, without you noticing?
We were all out here the whole time. We'd have seen anyone.
Although... not all of us were.
I was stuck in a taxi on the way back from the bloody airport!
So, when did you find the body?
When it got to 3.30, me and Anthony thought we'd see if she needed anything.
Donna!
Leave her to it. She'll show her face if she wants to.
We knocked on the door. No answer.
So I opened it.
Donna?
And she was just lying there.
Oh, my God! Donna!
Call an ambulance. Now!
I thought maybe she'd fallen over, knocked herself out.
But then I realised she was... dead.
We'll leave it there for now.
Thank you all for your time.
So, if Donna bought this energy drink herself...
And no-one else touched it
or went into the studio after she opened it...
Then how did someone manage to put the poison into it?
Thank you.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, Ruby! What are you doing?
Well, what does it look like? I'm dumping this dead mouse in the bin.
Yeah, well, don't you think it's a tiny bit disrespectful?
Oh, sorry, JP. Would you like to say a few last words?
I can't just leave him down there, JP. He might get squished.
The last thing I need is squished mouse all over my trainers.
JP, Ruby, I need you to do some due diligence.
Could you get to a snack van on the beach run by a guy called Jimmy?
Yes, I think I know the one, sir.
Grab all his cans of Boom Ting, get them over to the lab,
check for traces of cyanide.
That's a nasty scar.
He didn't get that from shaving.
What do you think of this painting?
I'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to modern art, Madeleine,
but... Not exactly cheery.
No, not really.
Come on. Let's search the house.
A Memoir.
Catchy title.
"Enfant terrible, punk, party animal and ground-breaking artist,
"Donna Harman was at the heart of the '90s London art scene,
"and this is her story."
Here. Listen to this.
"I woke up in my studio naked,
"covered head to toe in red paint, smoke alarm blaring,
"my canvas on fire.
"That night was the turning point."
That's just the first paragraph.
Maybe we should get back to the search, see what else we can find.
Oh, yeah. Well, we should bag a copy for research.
Yeah.Yeah.
OK, I'll check out Donna and Max's bedroom.
Look what I found.
Seems our model was ready for a quick exit.
It was hidden away. And, look, there's blood.
Someone hit it?
My money's on the boyfriend with the injured hand.
Thought this was a booze-free house, Max?
Now seems as good a time as any, don't you think?
So, what's the story with the bandage?
Donna and me,
we had an argument, a big one.
She'd written about me. Something I'd begged her not to.
Which was?
How I sold her drugs.
Cocaine.
It was the first time we met.
And they say romance is dead!
She made me sound like a cheap criminal.
She told me she'd cut it. But she lied.
It's all in there.
And, yeah, I got angry.
- You lied! - Get over yourself!
Oh, that's right! Walk away!
But that's all it was. A silly row.
Well, yeah, but we also noticed
you booked a flight to New York, one way.
Packed your bag and everything.
I admit it, I wanted to leave her.
She crossed the line.
Why didn't you?
Because I always came back.
I love her.
Amour fou.
Isn't that what they call it?
- Sorry, my French is a tad rusty. - Mad love.
Mad enough to kill, Max?
Ooh, sorry, Inspector.
Nice try.
But it wasn't me that did it.
Bit too soon to be sending condolences, don't you think?
Uh-huh.
"Good luck for the show. I can't wait for our new adventure to begin.
"Love Charlie."
Oh, there's more. "Your gift from Charlie at BLANK."
From where?
No, that's what's written here. B-L-A-N-K.
I can take those for you.
Thank you.
So, sir, Ruby checked with the hospital...
- No-one's been admitted with cyanide poisoning. - That's a relief.
And we collected the rest of the Boom Ting cans from Jimmy.
Luckily, no-one else had bought one...
I mean, poor Jimmy almost started crying when we told him.
And we've sent those remaining cans
over to the lab to be checked for cyanide traces as well.
Good work, the pair of you.
I guess we'll have to wait until we hear back from the lab.
And in the morning, we'll need full background checks on everyone.
I'll make a start on those.
Plus, I'm curious about this mystery meeting
Donna had this morning between ten and two. Where was she going?
Who was she meeting? See if you can find anything that might help us.
Were there any phone records, receipts, whatever.
Sir.
In the meantime, I'll get to know our local bohemian.
You having any women problems yourself, Harry?
Lucky you.
- Ah, morning, sir. You good? - Morning.
- Bonjour. - Any developments?
Ah, yes, sir, so, postmortem reports have come back, sir.
And it confirms that Donna Harman was killed by ingesting
hydrogen cyanide, and, as suspected,
trace elements were found in her can of Boom Ting -
enough to kill her off in a few minutes.
It also confirms the only food and drink she consumed
an hour before her death was the Boom Ting.
Any word from the lab on the can itself?
Yes, sir.
First off, only Donna's prints were on it,
which means it hadn't been wiped.
And, as far as they could tell,
it hadn't been tampered with in any way.
Nothing at all? No puncture marks... from a syringe or something?
No, perfectly intact, sir.
The only hole was the one on top that Donna drank from.
And, as we know, Donna pulled the tab and broke the seal herself,
when she was alone in the studio.
And she was alone the whole time.
So we're still left asking,
how and when did the killer get the poison into the can?
Well, since there's no answer presenting itself to that question,
let's go over the suspects.
Now, where do we start? How about her nearest and dearest?
Max Newman, her model and muse?
Whatever he told us last night, Max still remains a suspect.
He met Donna ten years ago, but he's got a bit of patchy job history.
Maybe he's only good at taking off his clothes.
He's from a rich family. Dropped out of university.
Done a couple of modelling gigs, but there's not much else.
He was a small time drug-dealer, too.
Right. Next up, Anthony Marcus.
Donna's assistant, and a promising young artist himself.
Er, he has a few minor arrests for vandalism
and he used to be very handy with a spray can.
Yes, sir, he went by the name of Dice Boy.
Now, that is a cool nickname.Hm!
You know, I always wanted to be called Moondog.
Sandrine Lamore, Anthony's girlfriend.
Fiancee. I noticed her engagement ring.
She runs the Saint Marie arts centre.
It's a small gallery and an arts space.
She also put on Anthony's first solo show.
She lives and breathes local arts.
Blagging Donna for the charity show, huh?
Must have been a huge coup for Sandrine.Massive.
The money raised would have been a huge boost for the local artists.
Finally, Patti Grenson, Donna's art dealer.
And from what I read in the memoir, they go way back.
"Patti was my rock.
"She never backed down.
"She was the only woman I knew who was tougher than me."
But you should know this, sir.
Apparently, Patti was going bankrupt.
So she's no longer the high roller she used to be.
And I'm assuming, it being a charity show,
- there wasn't a penny of commission. - Uh-uh.
Must have rankled a bit.
Well, sir, I've managed to get in touch
with Charlie at BLANK, remember?
- Oh, yeah, the flowers that Patti was keen to off-load from us? - Exactly.
Her real name is... Charlotte Ums... by-Dawlish.
Charlotte Ormsby-Dawlish.
Whatever. BLANK is an art dealer's in London
and Charlotte was supposed to be Donna's new dealer.
They'd even drawn up a contract. Here's a copy.
So, Donna wanted to dump Patti?
- Yes. - She's doing what?
Pretty ruthless. Do you think maybe we should go and see her?
Oh, sir, there's big trouble at the arts centre.
Don't you dare touch those paintings!
I told you to step back!
Give it up, Sandrine! You're making a bloody fool of yourself!
- About time! You need to arrest that woman. - Do I?
She has no right to take these paintings. None!
Donna gave them to this gallery.
Gallery? This is nothing but a jumped-up shack.
And you're just a stuck-up snob
making money out of other people's talent...
Stop! Step back!
I said, step back.
Give me that!
And come with me!
We all need to calm down.
Well, you seem to be in a mad rush
to get your hands on these paintings.
Well, I'm still Donna's art dealer.
And there's not a scrap of paper
that says she gave these paintings to this gallery.
It's my job to secure Donna's legacy.
Right.
And just out of interest, what's your cut,
for selling one of the paintings? 10%? 20?
50.
50? Wow.
And if Donna dies, you still get to sell the paintings, right?
- Right. - And I expect the price of the paintings will sky-rocket
now that she has passed away.
I do not like where this is heading, Inspector.
I was Donna's best friend.
Then why did she want to fire you? What are you talking about?
Oh, come on now Patti. Stop the act.
You know very well she was about to sign with BLANK.
She'd lost faith in you, Patti. She knew you were going bankrupt.
Well, I never lost faith with her. Never.
Not through the boozing, nor the drugs. I always stuck by her.
And look how she repaid you.
But if you hadn't noticed,
Donna hadn't actually signed that contract,
so it doesn't mean anything.
These are still mine.
You seem to have come out of Donna's death rather well, haven't you?
Listen, Inspector, tell me how I could have poisoned Donna,
when I was stuck in a taxi miles from her studio.
Te mal.
I don't think Donna ever cleaned out her wallet.
Ah, poor little guy.
Who?
Rothko.
Apparently, he was Donna's pet.
What is it with you and mice, JP?
You've been acting very strange over this dead rodent.
- No, I haven't. - Yes, you have. You practically wanted me to give it
a state funeral yesterday.
So, come on. What's the big deal?
Well, I had a pet mouse when I was younger.
And Rothko just reminds me of him a little bit.
Ah, that's so sweet, JP.
What was the little guy called?
I'm still here, JP.
Cecil.
His name was Cecil.
Cecil the mouse?
Oh, my goodness, I want to know more.
Tell me everything. Wait a minute...
This receipt's from yesterday.
It might explain where she went.
Donna bought it at 1.40 yesterday afternoon
at a gas station on Rue Valency.
Good work, JP.
Apparently, Donna asked for directions
at a petrol station yesterday.
Where to?
A place called Casa Del Minto.
What?
We're from the Saint Marie Police.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions, Mr... ?
Minto.
Terry Minto. Suppose you'd better come in, then.
Mi casa, su casa, and all that malarkey.
Yeah, so there it is. Got it last week.
My... My financial adviser told me that art's a good investment.
So, yeah, there it is.
- Not bad, eh? - Yeah, it's an eye-catcher, all right.
So what did Donna want, exactly?
Well, I gave her a bell the other day
to, you know, thank her for knocking that up for me.
And then, yesterday she just turned up, unannounced,
saying she wanted to see her masterpiece in situ, as it were.
Me and Debs was just about to head off to the yacht club,
but she just stood here for about five minutes
looking up at her own painting.
And then she said to me...
Do you like it?
And, yeah, what was I mean to say? I'd just bought the thing.
So I said, "Yeah, it's a masterpiece."
And she left.
So, were you and Donna friends?
No, no. God, no. I mean, I only met her yesterday.
Oh. So how did you persuade her to knock this up for you, then?
Oh, well, that was the easy bit.
I just wangled her e-mail off a mate
and asked her. I mean, initially she wasn't that keen
but, of course, the old Minto charm worked eventually.
I'm sure it did.
How much did it cost?
That? 60K. Cash.
Cash?
Only way to pay, Jose. Mind you, to be honest,
now she's kicked the bucket, I think I might get rid of it.
Tell me, Terry, did you pay her personally?
No. No, I paid...
I paid cash to her assistant.
Nice kid.
Terry, would you mind if I take a quick snap of this?
No. No, not at all.
Be my guest.
There we are. Lovely.
Thank you for your time.Welcome.
We do appreciate the help.
- Pleasure. - Here's my card,
just in case.
All right, well, thank you both for popping by.
OK, JP. That's great.
Thank you.
Definitely no sign of that 60,000 in her account.
And why would she come out all this way
just to look at one of her own paintings
and then lie about it? That makes no sense.
Do you think Terry could have killed her?
No, I struggle to see a motive. He didn't even know her.
No, it's the money that intrigues me the most, Madeleine.
We searched that villa yesterday, didn't find a trace of it anywhere.
And it's not in her bank either.
So where did it go?
The infamous Dice Boy returns!
You know, it's a tragedy what happened.
Donna was a great artist. How was it, working for her?
Man, she was unpredictable.
But, you know, she wanted me to be a success.
She knew I had something.
After the show, Donna was going to take me to London, get me seen,
take me to the next level.
I guess that dream's over.
That's a shame.
So tell us, did you do any private commissions for Donna?
She did one for this mad guy called Terry.
We worked dog hours on that.
We spoke to Terry. He said he gave you the payment for the painting.
Serious cash too.
It was crazy carrying that much money around.
And where is it?
I spent it.
That's what you think, right?
Come on. I'll show you.
Donna was really paranoid about Patti finding out.
She told me to stash it somewhere no-one would find it -
until she'd dealt with the Patti situation.
All that cash for one painting.
I'm not sure Terry Minto even likes it.
- Why? - Because he was already thinking about flogging it.
Maybe Donna should have given him a receipt.
Well, if he can't appreciate genius, he should sell it.
Evening.Evening, sir.
So, how's it all been back at the ranch?
Yes, so, I spoke with the airline and taxi firm.
And Patti's alibi checks out.
So, she was nowhere near Donna's studio at the time of the poisoning?
That rules her out, then. What else?
Financial checks on Donna didn't show up anything unexpected.
But I did notice that she was spending some big money
on a Dr VP Hughes.
Any idea who the good doctor is?
Yes. She's a therapist.
Treats some of the island's richer folk.
Might know something about Donna Harman no-one else did.
Definitely worth checking out.
I'll go talk to her tomorrow morning first thing.
So, it's the end of day two and a new player has entered the scene
in the form of one Terry Minto. Not necessarily a suspect,
but definitely worth checking out his alibi.
Meaning the only current person with a reason to want Donna dead is...
Max Newman. He had motive and opportunity.
Yeah, but it's the means of it all still leaving us baffled.
I mean, if it was him, how did he manage to get a fatal dose of poison
into a sealed, unopened can of soda?
Oh, look.
Let's knock it on the head.
And if anyone fancies a beer at Catherine's, I'm buying.
Yes!
Anna, how are you?
Absolutely, yeah.
Still on for tomorrow.
I'm very much looking forward to it.
To be honest, I never thought I'd find myself in this situation.
You know, seeing another woman at my age.
But, Jack, you're not old.
And you are a thoughtful, caring man. Of course this would happen.
Bless you, Catherine.
And you're handsome too.
Ah, now, go way outta that! You'll make me blush.
It's true, you are.
You know...
... I wondered once if you and I might...
Well, you know.
What? Get together?
Maybe. Who knows?
I'm flattered, Catherine. Really I am. But you'd have eaten me alive.
I know.
I think I might need a little rum with this after all.
Anna...
She is here for a few weeks, no?
Then she leaves?
- Yeah. - Hm.
In which case, all this can ever be is a brief liaison?
I suppose so.
Then, as we say in France...
Te prends pas la tête, mon chou.
Do not do your head in.
Maybe you're right, Catherine.
Maybe I should just relax about the whole thing.
Adopt a more Gallic approach, as it were.
I mean, it's just a man and a woman having fun together.
Nothing wrong with that.
Exactly.
If you weren't already with Rosey, I'd marry you right now.
What's that?
JP had a pet mouse when he was a boy.
And he was called Cecil. And get this...
JP had a selection of little outfits he'd dress him up in.
No, no, no, no, no, no, Ruby, I didn't say that... Yes, you did.
No, what I said, sir, and please bear in mind I was five at the time,
what I said was that I made him a little hat to wear
- so he didn't get sunburn. - Well, that's very thoughtful of you, JP.
And... and did Cecil appreciate your efforts?
Well, to be honest, sir, I don't think he did,
cos when I came to his cage the next morning, he was gone.
And all that was left was his hat just laying there on the straw.
Oh. Where did he go?
I don't know.
I assume he got out, couldn't find his way back.
Oh, don't worry, JP.
I'm sure he's out there somewhere, searching for you.
Er, I doubt that.
Most mice don't live more than two years.
What?
Cecil's probably up in mousey heaven, sharing a... a lovely Brie
with his new buddy, Rothko.
Ah, well, that's better. To Rothko and Cecil!
To Rothko and Cecil.
This is ridiculous.
Doesn't matter if it's a beautiful day. Just come to work on time.
OK, namaste, JP, namaste.
Er, morning, sir. Is everything all right?
Morning, yes. The painting in Donna's studio, the one of Max...
Did we take a photo of it?
Oh, erm, no. Sorry, sir. I don't think we did.
It's just this painting that Terry Minto bought -
there's something not right about it.
- Like what? - I don't know, JP, that's what's bugging me.
I just thought if we could compare it
to one of Donna's other portraits of Max,
then I might be able to work out what it is that's bothering me.
You want us to go to the crime scene and get it for you?
If you wouldn't mind, JP, yes, thank you.
OK.
So, maybe we should cover it with something just to protect it.
Yeah.
OK.
JP... Mm-hm?
Just... come look at this.
- It's Rothko. - What about him?
Him gone.
I mean, what is it with you?
First, Cecil disappears and now Rothko.
You're like a Bermuda Triangle for mice.
Don't be silly, Ruby.
Maybe a mongoose or a cat came in and ate him.
Let's finish the job.
Thank you.
Ah, Madeleine! How'd you get on with Donna's therapist?
Well, Dr Hughes was very helpful.
Apparently, Donna was struggling with her self-destructive habits.
That's what helped her paint, she claimed.
I needed the chaos, the conflict.
He was just the catalyst.
And that's also why she had a fling with Anthony
- two months ago. - Anthony?
- Mm-hm. - What, so she could find some inspiration?
Artists! A breed apart.
And that's not all.
Donna confessed to Sandrine what had happened.
It didn't mean anything.
It was just part of my process.
Sandrine reacted really badly.
I bet she did.
And since Donna's murder,
neither Sandrine or Anthony have made a single mention
of what went on between them all.
We should go.
Now, this is art.
I'd stick that up on my wall without getting the night terrors.
Anthony hated them. He painted them for tourists.
Donna called them sunsets and sailboats paintings.
And do you like them?
They're pretty.
I always liked the idea of tourists taking one of his paintings home...
... thinking about the good times they spent here.
His work became a part of their story.
Must have been tough for you, supporting Anthony all these years?
It's worth it.
I truly believe he has what it takes.
So did Donna, didn't she?
Yeah, I introduced Donna to Anthony's work. She loved it.
And I believe she spent a lot of time with him.
And?
Well, she had an affair with him.
That's... a little bit of information
the pair of you forgot to pass on to us.
So, you think I murdered Donna over some stupid affair?
I'd have to be an idiot to kill the woman
who was going to make Anthony a star and put my gallery on the map.
Donna may have struggled with her demons
but she was helping us to fulfil our dreams.
She had the power to do that. We never did.
And we still don't.
Sandrine, one last question. You say that that you
and Anthony were working through it all.
What about Donna and Max? Did he know as well?
He never said. I don't know.
But you ask me...
... there was something wrong about those two.
- Max and Donna? - Dysfunctional.
They brought out something in each other, something really dark.
Donna and I were in an open relationship.
If she wanted to sleep with her little helper,
then that is fine by me.Really?
Because I've finished her book, I know how you got that nasty scar.
Oh, yeah?
You weren't happy when Donna had a fling with some other assistant.
It was a drunken fight.
She pushed you through a plate-glass window.
- How many stitches was it again? - Oh, 27.
That's a lot.
You think I would kill Donna... over Anthony?
Look, you can keep spinning all these theories,
but explain to me one thing.
When exactly did I put the poison in her drink?
Cos I was nowhere near the can.
I was outside the studio the whole time.
Are we done?
He's right.
We still have no idea how Donna's can of drink
ended up with a fatal dose of cyanide in it.
- What time are you meeting Anna? - Hmm?
Oh, yeah, almost forgot.
Er, yes, better head off.
You OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
A bit nervous.
Well, breathe in, breathe out, relax and enjoy it.
- Right. Relax and enjoy it. - Yeah.
Exactly.
Jack, it's lovely to see you.
And you, Anna.
Oh, so sorry. Oh, my.
I thought the older you get, the easier these things are.
They're really not, are they? No, they're not.
- Erm, so, shall we do this? - Yes.
Erm, I've not seen all of the island yet.
And Ziggy here was highly recommended to me.
- Shall we? - Yeah.
Right.
Thank you, Ziggy. Merci beaucoup.
Hi, Ziggy.
Right.
Thank you.
So, do you remember your first ever date?
Ooh, erm, first date? Brigid Hanrahan.
- Oh. - Hm.
I remember she had big thick glasses, lovely jumper.
I took her to the pictures. Alien, it was.
I spent most of the film hiding in the toilets, to be honest.
- You? - Erm, mine was Martin Gooley.
Er, he wore so much of his dad's Hai Karate, I nearly went blind.
- Yes, it was very potent stuff, that. - It was.
So, we're going to go, erm, all along the coast.
Great.
Er, stopping off for a picnic along the way.
Lovely.It's gonna be about three hours.
So I hope that you are ready for some very long and awkward pauses.
Alors, Ziggy. Nous sommes prêts.
OK.
Well, I can't see anything strange. Maybe the inspector got it wrong.
What's that?
The inspector says there's something odd
about the painting at Terry Minto's house.
So we got this one from Donna's studio to compare it.
The scar.
- What? - Look.
On this one it slants to the left.
And on this one it slants to the right.
- See? - But why would Donna do that?
That's an odd mistake to make.
You just wait here, love. I know exactly where I left it.
I'll be two minutes.
Oh...
What?
You're not serious? Oi!
Hey!
It is just so beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah, really is. Beautiful.
Jack, is everything OK?
You've gone very quiet.
Sorry, Anna. I didn't want to spoil everything.
I wanted to try and be all French and cool about it.
The thing is...
... this is a really big deal for me.
I wanted to convince myself it isn't, but...
... it's the first time I've done anything like this since...
... since my wife passed away.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I mean, it's over three years ago, but...
... I just don't know if I should even be here.
I'm so sorry, Anna. I...
The last thing I wanted to do was mess you around.
It's OK.
This... This is a really big deal for me too.
Erm, and I don't know what I'm doing here either, if I'm honest.
Which is weird, because, you know, I'm the one that kissed you, so...
Which really was very forward of you, you know.
It's just... I wasn't expecting to meet anyone,
not that I actually liked.
But it turns out that I did.
And I really would like to get to know you some more.
But I understand how things are for you.
So if you want to turn this boat around and call it a day,
well, then... that is absolutely fine.
Thank you.
Oh, what are the chances of that, eh?
- Do you mind? - No.
DI Mooney speaking.
Terry... Calm down, Terry.
No. Speak slowly, Terry. And just tell me exactly what happened.
OK. And which direction did he go in?
OK, Terry... Terry, Terry, no need to panic. I'm on it. OK. Bye now.
Ziggy, how fast does this boat go?
Whoa!
This is the Saint Marie Police! Cut your engine.
Cut your engine now!
Ziggy, push it!
Jack!
Not quite how I imagined it.
I'm sorry about all this, Anna.
Don't be. It's fine.
This was genuinely the most exciting date I've ever been on.
Look, I'll... call you. OK?
- Sure. - Yeah.
And, hey, Jack...
I'll understand if you don't.
Madeleine?
I think I know why the painting was stolen, sir.
Evening, Anthony.
Mind if we come in?
Be careful with them. That's my personal collection.
So what's this doing here?
You know, you should've charged Terry Minto a lot more money.
It's pretty convincing.
Donna had found out what you'd done, hadn't she?
That's why she went to see it at Terry's house.
She figured it all out. You'd been forging her work.
So, what, she fired you because of it?
She fired me ten times a day. I was just a dogsbody.
Something tells me this time was different.
She felt betrayed.
She'd supported you, trusted you.
And so, when she went AWOL yesterday morning,
you had a hunch that she'd gone to see your painting in all its glory.
So you panicked and you decided to silence her.
That is not how it played out.
Ah, there was still a few loose ends to clear up, wasn't there?
Like this masterpiece.
Something irked me about it when I saw it at Terry's.
You didn't have the luxury of seeing Max's scar every day.
And so you made it lean a little to the right,
not to the left.
Terry would never guess it was a fake.
But if he sold it, it would come
under the scrutiny of international art buyers.
And it wouldn't take them long to figure out it was a fake.
And your career would be over.
Well done.
You got me.
Yeah, I did do that painting.
But I didn't kill Donna.
You ripped her off. Yeah, and I'd do it again.
You want to know why I forged her paintings?
Oh, let me take a wild guess - money.
I did it because I could.
It was easy. She was no genius.
If you want to arrest me for that, go ahead.
But if you want to stick me with murder,
then I've got two witnesses who'll swear
I went nowhere near that can she drank from.
So go ahead and prove it.
Three days ago, Donna Harman entered this studio
carrying a can of Boom Ting energy drink.
Now, we know she bought the can herself.
Keep the change, Jimmy.
And no-one other than her touched it.
I've never missed a show in my life.
She opened it, when she was alone, here in this room.
But by the time she took the first sip, somehow
there was a dose of cyanide contained within it.
Now, tests indicate that the can itself
was not tampered with in any way.
So how... just how did the killer manage to get the poison
into Donna Harman's can of Boom Ting?
Anyone? Any thoughts?
Did you hear that?
No.
Oh, my days!
But he was dead.
He definitely was.
It's a real-life miracle!
No, it isn't, Ruby. It can't be.
He must have just been unconscious or in a mousey coma or something.
But then... what would cause that?
Maybe it's the fumes, sir, you know, from the paint?
JP, could you open a window there?
The paint fumes are making me light-headed.
That wouldn't be strong enough, would it, to knock out a mouse?
Or a human, for that matter.
If that was the case...
... you'd need something much stronger.
Donna and I had an open relationship.
I thought maybe she'd fallen over, knocked herself out.
Sir, we've got another body.
... get me seen, take me to the next level.
Well, would you believe it?
JP, Ruby, gather up all the paintbrushes
- and get them to the lab. - Yes, sir.
- Madeleine...
- Mm-hm? - Can you get them all together
- and tell them we know who it was who murdered Donna Harman? - I'm on it.
I'll confess, I don't know much about art.
But I do know this - art is all about perception.
A good artist wants to draw your eye,
direct your gaze
and make you think.
And the same could be said of committing a murder.
Because a killer wants to paint a picture of their innocence
and draw your eye away from their secrets, their inner guilt,
their innate evil.
This murder, believe it or not,
was solved by a little mouse called Rothko.
The wee fella lives in Donna's studio.
And it's thanks to him that I was finally able to figure out
how this seemingly impossible killing was committed,
and, more importantly, who it was committed by.
Sandrine.
- What?! - Sit down.
That's crazy! I told you, I was out here having lunch.
I couldn't have poisoned Donna.
I didn't go near that can she drank from.
You didn't go anywhere near before she drank from it.
But afterwards, you did.
Which is why you had to make sure that you were first to Donna's body.
Donna?
Oh, my God. Donna! Call an ambulance. Now!
Because Donna wasn't dead when Sandrine found her.
She was simply comatose.
Passed out. Just like Rothko when we found him.
In the commotion, you gave Donna a killer dose of cyanide.
And then your final masterstroke -
you added a few drops to the can of Boom Ting.
It was a brilliant ploy.
We were chasing our tails trying to figure out
how the poison got in the can.
I have to hand it to you, Sandrine, this was almost your masterpiece.
Come on. How did she make Donna pass out?
Magic? I set up the studio, Inspector.
Yeah, but you weren't keeping an eye on your girlfriend, were you?
Which made it easy for her
to swap out that paint-thinner for something a little more sinister.
We can't be sure until we've got the paint brushes tested
but something like chloroform would have the desired effect.
- Chloroform? - Yes.
Are you serious?
You scheming little cow!
Is that what you used to knock her out, Sandrine?
I mean, I know it's not too hard to make up a batch.
If we looked at the search history on your laptop...
... we might just find that you've been looking up the recipe for it.
Am I right?
And in the small, sealed space of that studio...
... after inhaling chloroform gas for close to an hour-and-a-half...
... Donna collapsed.
But what you didn't consider...
... was that the fumes from the chloroform
would also cause Rothko to pass out.
And when we saw that he was still alive,
well, that's what made us rethink
what had actually gone on that day.
We assumed that your plan
was to swap the paint-thinner back in when no-one was looking.
But with Donna smashing the jar...
That meant you weren't able to remove all the traces of chloroform
that were left there -
which is what will ultimately prove what you did.
It was a clever plan, Sandrine.
You must have known Donna's working habits,
that she grabbed a can of Boom Ting every day
before she started painting.
That must have given you the idea.
Why? Why do it?
Cos... Sandrine realised...
... that Donna threatened her relationship with you, Anthony.
Not just your romantic relationship,
because you were more than just a boyfriend to her.
Right, Sandrine? He was your prot�g�. Your next big thing.
It's worth it. I truly believe he has what it takes.
But Donna saw his potential too.
And she could offer him far more than you could -
influence, money, contacts.
What could you offer?
A life of perpetual struggle.
You said it yourself.
She had the power to do that. We never did.
And when you found out Donna was going to take Anthony to London,
well, you knew you couldn't compete.
You helped build his career, support him, develop him.
But you felt he was outgrowing the island, outgrowing you.
One whiff of the high life in London, he'd never come back to you.
And the irony is,
Donna had cut her ties with Anthony before you murdered her.
He was yours to keep.
I was always going to come back from London.
For you.
Sandrine Lamore, I'm arresting you for the murder of Donna Harman.
Up.
Excuse me.
So, the date... a bit of a disaster.
Ended up in a high-speed boat chase with one of the suspects.
Well, we got a bit of chatting in.
Turns out she's not unlike me, you know,
still a bit lost in life.
Because I am, to be honest.
Still totally lost without you...
But having someone to share that with... felt good.
I'm working on the understanding that you...
... that you get that,
that you're all right with it.
There we are.Thank you.
So, this is unexpected.
Totally unexpected, if I'm honest.
You didn't think I'd call? I didn't.
Well, you're glad I did?
Of course I am.
I'm glad I did too.
Oh, good for you, Jack.
- Good for you. - Mm-hm!
- Thank you. - Thank you, Catherine.
- Huh? - Uh-oh.
Mm-hm.
- What is it? - Well, take a look.
- Rothko? - Ooh.
Ruby spoke to Max. He said you can have him.
OK, why would I want a mouse?
Well, because of what happened to Cecil.
Can't you see that this is fate, JP?
I mean, after all these years,
another little mouse turns up homeless.
And here you are - mouseless.
Rosey's going to go spare.
Hello, Papa!
The truth is, we'll never win if we don't work harder.
Cycling's about the tiniest margins.
Must reach the point where you just want to lash out.
- I think I might be in trouble with the inspector. - Why? What did you do?
Hey!
It's not just the island.
It's you I'm going to miss as well.
You're going to miss her?
I've made all the arrangements.
Well, just un-make them.
We could spend a bit more time together.