Eh, eh, les gars, qu'est-ce que vous faites?
It's just not the way it's meant to be, JP.
I understand, Ruby, but we're police officers.
Sometimes, we have to make sacrifices, you know.
But it's New Year's Eve, and we're working.
I mean, I've never missed a New Year's in my life. Ever.
I mean, I should be out with the people, enjoying myself.
Hey, evening, sweetness.
Eyes off the prize, if you please, and it's, "Evening, Officer."
Ruby. Hello?
Ruby! We're still on duty.
Oh, sorry, JP. Momentary distraction.
I'm totally back on the job now.
Oh, my goodness, look who it isn't! Cantrice! Sharonda! Yes! My girls!
Hi! JP, I'm taking five and no arguments.
Oh, my goodness! I could really use a drink right now.
Vanessa?
They'll be wondering where we are.
I thought it was the boss's prerogative to arrive late.
My prerogative, darling,
is for us to get there before the damn thing's over.
Well, you go on ahead. I won't be long.
I'll see you there.
Henry. Hello.Good to see you. Good evening, everyone.
Lovely to see you. Hi.
Scotch and soda, please, for me.
Mr. McCormack! You made it. I wouldn't miss this for the world.
Is Mrs McCormack not coming?
She's still at home deciding which dress to wear.
Never one for punctuality, my wife.
Well, I'm sure it's worth it. She always looks stunning.
Can I get you a plate of food from the buffet?
I think there's still some lobster left.
No, I'm good, thank you. You enjoy yourself.
Wha-What do you want?
No, no, no, no!
Are you sure this is a good idea? Not in the slightest, Madeleine.
Sometimes, a man's got to do what a man's got to do. Bien sur.
Be gentle with me, Aubrey. Hi, Sarge.
Evening, Sarge. Hi.
So, how did we get here?
Well, the Inspector never calypsoed before.
Then he heard Aubrey won a championship in Trinidad and...
Right. Something tells me this isn't going to end so well.
I told you. Jamar, same again, please, for the lads.
I had a feeling that might happen.
My backside's to blame. Totally got a mind of its own.
Aubrey here runs a calypso class. Maybe I should sign up.
New year, new challenge.
I'll need a dance partner, though.
Madeleine, fancy coming along?
Well...
Commissioner! Enjoying the celebrations?
Right.
OK, sir, on my way. What is it, sir?
We have a murder.
I was at the yacht club New Year's Eve dinner
when I got the call.
It's quite the dashing figure you cut, sir, if I may say so.
I'd rather you didn't.So, what do we know so far, Commissioner?
Aaron McCormack arrives home about an hour ago
to find his wife Vanessa dead on the kitchen floor.
And the cause of death? She was stabbed through the chest.
So, this Mr McCormack, is he an acquaintance of yours, Commissioner?
Aaron is a prominent figure in Saint Marie business circles.
He owns Cariba Airways.
That explains the swanky villa, then.
Looks like lipstick. Same colour as the one she's wearing.
That's quite a bold shade of red. Not many women could carry that off,
but I think Mrs McCormack definitely has the right undertones
in her skin to make it work.
Excellent level of detail, Officer Patterson.
Thank you, Commissioner Patterson.
Inspector, you will have to excuse me.
I should go and check on Aaron.
The victim's pocket mirror was left open,
suggesting she was doing her make-up
when she was interrupted by our killer.
As we have no sign of the lipstick, we can only assume that...
The killer must have taken it. Yes, sir.
Something's bothering you, sir? It's these three little dots here.
Whoever did this could have just put a single full stop, but they didn't.
They chose to put three little dots, which implies...
..there's more to follow.
So, what time was it you left your wife
to go to the party, Mr McCormack?
Half-eight, thereabouts.
And how long was it before you came back here?
Well, it had gone ten before I realised Vanessa hadn't arrived,
and so I called her mobile and left a message,
and when she didn't phone me back, I started to worry.
And that's when I decided to come...
..to come and check on her.
And, Aaron, can you think of anyone who might have done this?
No-one. No-one you've fallen out with recently
or threatened you in any way?
Aaron?
The only argument I've had is...
It couldn't have been him. It can't be who?
My brother. I've got something.
This is from 9.32,
earlier this evening.
Looks like a man, by the shape and the build.
He's wearing a mask.
It's le Diable. Sorry, sir?
The mask is of le Diable.
It's a Saint Marie tradition on New Year's Eve to dress up
as a character from the island's folklore,
including le Diable.
And who or what exactly is he?
He's the Devil, Inspector.
My brother and I haven't spoken for...
Well, it must be 15 years now.
This is us with our father.
That's Donald.
We were in our 20s when that was taken.
Selwyn, I'm sure you're familiar with my family's chequered history.
Not many on this island who aren't.
I know, when he passed, your father left the family business,
the rum distillery, to Donald.
He was the oldest son. He was always going to get it.
But when he refused to let me have a role in running the place,
that's when we really fell out.
And why did he do that?
Well, we never got along. We were always fighting.
Donald was a shy kid, never really comfortable in his own skin.
I think he resented that I was.
So, when he inherited the family business,
it gave him a chance to...really lash out.
Some start to the year, this is.
Aaron, I still don't understand.
If Donald spurned you, what was it, 15-odd years ago
and you haven't spoken since,
why would he murder your wife all this time later?
Because he came to see me at my work this morning to ask for my help.
Help? In what way? Money.
The distillery's about to go into receivership and that place is...
Well, it's the only thing my brother has ever cared about.
So, he swallowed his pride and came to me.
Let me guess - you turned him down?
And I enjoyed the moment more than I should have.
I'm begging you, please!
I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.
And that's why you think he came here tonight, stabbed Vanessa.
Revenge? Donald's last words to me...
You'll suffer for this. You'll see.
Donald! Wait up!
Please, let's just talk this through.
Talk? What is there to talk about?
My own brother, in my hour of need!
He as good as laughed in my face. What more is there to say?
You all right, old boy? I'm...I'm a bit worried about you.
Help! Charlie! Donald!
Help me!
Charlie! Donald!
Help! Donald!
Charlie!
Donald! Help me. Donald, what...?
Donald? My God, are you...?
Ambulance. I need an ambulance.
Ambulance!
He's lucky it wasn't worse. We should arrange some protection.
Nothing to say our killer won't try and get him again, finish the job off.
I'll speak to the local security companies.
Ruby, focus on the job at hand.
Sorry, JP. It's only Raymond. Who's Raymond?
The cute guy from the street last night.
Oh, him? But you hardly spoke. How did he get your number?
Oh, us girls have our ways and means,
and I'm telling you, he's proving himself to be quite a catch.
Most guys I meet
are only interested in themselves, but when it comes to Raymond,
it's all about me.
Oh, that's great, but we have a murder to solve, remember?
Oh, you-you're right, JP.
Murder-solving time it is.
So, what did they say, sir?
Well, the paramedics were keen to get Donald off to hospital,
so not much.
But I did get one thing - the assailant was a man.
He was wearing jeans, a light-grey hoodie
and - wait for it - a Devil's mask.
So, it is the same guy that killed Vanessa McCormack.
Le Diable strikes again. You were right, sir.
You said you thought there was more to follow.
Which makes sense of this. "La vengeance...est complete."
"The revenge is complete."
A message delivered in two parts for a crime committed in two parts.
First, Vanessa's murder. Second, Donald.
Which leaves us with two questions we need to answer.
Why did they both need to die?
And just who is our mysterious man in the Devil mask?
So, how are you feeling about the new year,
beginning it here in Saint Marie?
It feels like a fresh break.
You know, exactly what I needed - getting away from everything,
especially my ex. Oh, yeah.
Had things become tricky?
Well, he was a detective in my division, so...
You're OK, though? You're not thinking about him too much?
A little bit, if I'm honest, but I'll be OK.
I think we both needed some distance.
Well, the good news is there's 5,000 miles
between here and Paris, so Bob's your uncle.
No, my uncle's name is Pierre.
No, what I meant wa...
Aha! Tres drole, Madeleine.
Yes, tres drole. Hm!
Certainly looks like it could do with a bit of money.
And it seems like Donald is not so popular.
So, it's the start of 2020,
and we've got a heck of a case to kick it all off.
Now, our mission is to find out who this masked murderer is
and why he wanted both Vanessa and Donald McCormack dead.
So, what do we know about our victim?
JP: Vanessa McCormack. 33 years old. No recent employment records.
But from her social media posts,
she led a pretty active life on the island.
Is that your phone there, Ruby?
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. It's only Raymond.
I thought, if I ignored it,
he'd go away.
It doesn't sound like he's going anywhere.
And who's Raymond? Ah, it's probably better not to ask, sir.
Now, Vanessa's husband, Aaron McCormack.
He believes her killer to be his estranged brother, Donald.
Yes, an act of revenge committed because Aaron refused
Donald the financial help he needed for the family rum distillery.
But Aaron's belief that Donald stabbed Vanessa loses credibility
now that Donald was also attacked.
As witnessed by this gentleman, Donald's friend.
Ah, yes, the man from Del Monte himself, Charles Crabtree.
Mr Crabtree is a business accountant.
He is also a financial advisor
and seems to handle the rum distillery's accounts.
Crime scene analysis - where are we at?
Well, we've inputted the prints from both crime scenes onto a computer
and there's no matches with any known criminal on the system.
We just need to collect exclusion prints now, sir.
But apart from that, there's no further leads from either scene.
So, the only thing our killer left, by way of evidence, is this message.
"La vengeance...est complete."
And because of this, we know there's a link between the two attacks.
So, our number-one priority - talking to Donald.
Find out what that link is. Right.
I don't understand. This doesn't make any sense at all.
Aaron and Vanessa got together after he and I...
..after we went our separate ways.
You mean, you never met her? Never.
So, how this revenge somehow connects us both, I've no idea.
We dropped by the distillery earlier.
Would it be fair to say that someone doesn't like you?
I tried so bloody hard to keep this place afloat,
keep my father's legacy alive,
but I had no choice.
I... I had to let people go.
Do you think one of them might have targeted you?
It's possible, I suppose.
We'll need a list of everyone made redundant.
Why would one of my workers try to kill Aaron's wife, as well?
I don't know, Donald.
I don't know.
I do hope this won't take very long.
I have guests arriving at noon for my New Year's Day bruncheon.
JP: We're just taking exclusion prints, Mr Crabtree.
Shouldn't take too long. Something wrong, Officer?
I don't know. You tell me, Mr Crabtree.
The lipstick mark on the rim of this mug
is the exact same shade of red Vanessa McCormack wore.
Same colour, you say?
Well, that's a coincidence, isn't it?
So, Mrs McCormack hasn't been here to visit in the last day or so?
No. Lord, no. I mean...
Gosh! No.
When we asked Mr Crabtree about the lipstick, he acted fishy.
Super fishy.
So, we spoke to Mrs Johnson, the neighbour.
At around about 5.30 yesterday afternoon,
raised voices were heard coming from Mr Crabtree's house.
All of it! I'll get it back! I trusted you!
Just calm down and let's talk about it.
You're a liar and a fraud!
Not long after that, Mrs Johnson saw the person Charles Crabtree
was arguing with come storming out of the house.
And get this - it was a woman. A Vanessa McCormack-shaped woman.
Vanessa was here yesterday?
Why? I don't know,
but Mrs Johnson said that she looked angry, very upset.
She was heard shouting at Mr Crabtree.
That was my security, Charles. It's all gone, thanks to you!
Only hours after they were seen arguing,
Vanessa was found stabbed?
I was first introduced to Vanessa at the tennis club.
I don't play myself, but the facilities there are excellent.
The clubhouse serve a particularly agreeable cream tea,
a very soft scone.
Charles, do you think maybe you could get to the point?
Vanessa was looking to set up an investment portfolio
and a mutual friend suggested I might be able to help.
I'm sorry, at this point, did you know she was married
to Donald's brother Aaron?
She told me, asked if we could keep it between ourselves.
Didn't want him knowing, for some reason.
Anyway, I offered my advice, and she made out a cheque...
..for £ 50,000 for me to invest on her behalf.
Only...Only?
Only I didn't.
You didn't invest her money? No, I...
I used it to service a personal debt that had mounted up.
Seriously? All 50 grand of it, Charlie?
Well, that's a lot of cream teas. There's club memberships to pay.
There's... My tailor's based in Italy.
And as for eating out, well, I do. A lot.
Well, you know what you've done - you've committed fraud.
You'll be struck off as an accountant.
You could go to prison.
And I'd say that gives you motive for wanting Vanessa dead.
No. No. I-I-I wouldn't...
I-I-I didn't.
Where were you at 9.30 last night when Vanessa was stabbed?
Last night, I met Donald for drinks in town at half past ten.
Before that, I was here.
Can anyone vouch for you, Charlie? Alone.
But it can't have been me that killed Vanessa.
I was there when the same chap stabbed Donald.
I'm a bloody witness, not the killer.
Charles Crabtree is guilty of fraud, but not, it seems, murder.
Aaron has a motive to kill Donald. He hated his brother.
And if there were secrets going on in his marriage,
maybe he had a reason to want Vanessa dead, as well.
But we know Aaron didn't stab Vanessa
because he was at his firm's party when it happened.
Or so he claims.
I think we should speak to everyone who was at that party,
see if Aaron McCormack's alibi stacks up.
I'll get onto Cariba Airways.
And, JP, Donald McCormack's sending over a list of people
who might have a motive to kill him.
Get Aaron to do the same -
anyone who has any reason to lash out at him or his wife. OK.
If only we could lift up that mask and have a little peek underneath.
Inspector. Commissioner?
The Evening News is rustling up a cock-and-bull story
about us having a serial killer on our hands.
What? Well, where did they get that from?
Apparently, a source close to the police
is claiming that is what we believe to be the case.
A person close to the police? Who could that be?
Ruby, this Raymond fella -
has he been curious about the case at all? Erm...
You said he was very interested in you,
asking you lots of questions.
Hmm.
Ruby, is there something you wish to share with the group?
Well, I might have texted him about the case a couple of times.
No more. And what exactly was said?
So...Raymond had a theory that,
with two stabbings, we might have a serial killer on our hands.
And I was like, "Of course we don't have a serial killer on our hands."
But then he said, "Think about it, Ruby. Maybe we do."
So, I thought about it, and then I was like,
"Well, yes, maybe we do."
I swear, I never thought for a second that he'd go to the press.
It's a good job I managed to arrange for the Inspector and I
to put the record straight.
There's a TV crew setting up outside.Really?
Do I have time to run a quick comb through my hair, sir?
No, you do not.
We will talk about this later.
We have evidence to suggest
the two victims in this case were specifically targeted,
and so we're of the firm belief that we do not - I repeat, do not -
have a serial killer on our hands.
We are also convinced,
with the progress we've already made in this investigation,
that we will be able to bring this case to a swift conclusion.
Un autre.
No, Raymond, you listen.
You lied to me and you nearly lost me my job.
I mean, I should have known from the moment I laid eyes on you
that you were going to be trouble.
What? No, of course we're still not going on a date, Raymond.
I mean, this is me calling to finish it with you, you idiot boy!
Excuse me? And why on Earth would you...?
Erm, hi. I was hoping to speak with a, erm, DI Mooney?
May I ask to what it's pertaining?
Erm, yes, I just caught the local news and, erm, I saw him.
Last night. I-I saw the man in the Devil mask.
You mean, for real? Yes, I... I-I do.
I do mean for real.
Put this on, madam.
We need to go and tell the Inspector straight away.
Sorry.
There he is. Oh? He's dancing?
It's his first lesson.
I see. Definitely does seem a bit green.
It's his backside that's to blame. Sorry?
He says it has a mind of its own. Ow!
Oh! I'd better go.
She saw the man in the Devil mask.
So, I was on my own,
erm, having a little beach picnic to watch the fireworks, and...
Oh, he came in from that direction there.
It was definitely this guy? Er, yes.
Erm, I said, "Good evening." He... He looked at me. Didn't speak.
And then he went off that way.
OK. Well, that's all very useful. I appreciate you coming to tell us.
You know, not everyone would bother making the effort.
I've got time on my hands, so...
You're on your holidays here? Sort of.
Erm, well, yes. Yes, I guess I am. Yeah.You don't seem sure.
Erm, my divorce came through just before Christmas,
so I thought I would like to do something different just on my own.
Well, fair play to you.
No point hiding yourself away, is there? No.
That was something that my ex and I were very good at - hiding away.
Oh? We... We just stopped going out,
never seeing any friends, going anywhere. Stuck in a rut?
Yes, and that's when we felt -
well, I felt - it was time for a change, so...here.
Yeah.
You should come to Aubrey's class while you're here.
Oh, no, no. I couldn't, no.
Why not? Sure, haven't you come away to enjoy yourself?
And to be honest, you'd be doing my DS a favour.
Something tells me her heart's just not in it.
OK, then.Great.
Maybe I will. I should warn you,
as a dancer, I'm not exactly a natural.
Bit prone to bumping into people and knocking over things.
Could be risky.
Sorry! Sorry I'm late.
The alarm on my phone - I think there's something wrong with it.
It's fine.Oh, no, I hope I haven't left the key at home.
What did you want to talk to me about again?
I was still bleary from the party when you phoned yesterday.
I just need the name and a contact number
of everyone that was present at the Cariba party.
Oh, yeah. Sure. No problem.
If you need someone to confirm that Mr McCormack was there
when the murder happened, I can verify that.
Why do you assume we're checking his alibi?
Why else would you phone round everyone?
I just thought it would save you some time, that's all.Thank you.
Look. Found it. Good.
Ruby, the witness from last night, Anna,
she told me she saw our killer down on the stretch of beach on the west side of town.
Could you pop over there, see if anyone saw him or knows who he is?
I'm on it right away, sir. Er, Ruby,
look, keep your head down, focus on the work.
And no big commotions today, yes? Got it, JP. Trust me,
the last thing I need is another big commotion.
Madeleine. What have you got?
Yes, Wesley! Hey! You good? Yeah.
So, anyway, the upshot is,
you don't have to join me at dance class tonight.
That's really disappointing.
Now, now, Madeleine. There's really no need for sarcasm.
So, is that a date you're going on?
What? With Anna? Mm-hm.
No. No, no, it's not a date at all.
Right.
Well, you don't think that's what Anna thinks, do you?
I hope I haven't given her the wrong impression.
It's just...I don't think I'm quite in that place yet.
Well, if you're not in that place, then you're not in that place,
and that's OK. Hm? OK.
Here she is.
How can someone that just left university
afford a villa and a car like that?
It's quite a natty little thing. I checked her account.
She has student debt
and she's making almost nothing at Cariba as a temp.
She was acting suspiciously?
Well, let's go and see what Tabitha has to say for herself.
Can I first say what a lovely home you have here, Miss Brown?
Isn't it lovely, DS Dumas? Oh, yes, lovely.
Hm. Thank you. It comes with the job, I assume?
Erm... No, it doesn't, actually.
No, right. Course not. You're an admin assistant, right?
That's right. Yeah, you don't get a free villa thrown in when you're doing temp work.
More's the pity, says you.
How can you afford it?
I, erm, have some savings left over from my student loan.
Oh, right. Well, that makes sense.
And what about your car?
I was just saying to DS Dumas here
what a natty little thing it is, wasn't I?
That's exactly what he said.
Does your student loan cover the cost of that, as well, Tabitha?
This is what she was like earlier.
When you thought she was acting suspiciously? Yes.
She got red in the face, no?
Almost a deep burgundy. We're in love.
Aaron and I.
We love each other.
That's why I can afford the house and car.
Because he's the one paying for it.
I get this doesn't look good.
No. In many ways, you could say it actually looks very bad.
I did not kill my wife.
I may have fallen in love with someone else,
but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about Vanessa.
Were you planning a divorce? Of course he was.
You don't need me to tell you, Aaron,
divorcing someone when you've committed adultery...
Vanessa would have taken you to the cleaners.
Cariba Airways - quite an empire you've built up for yourself.
Would you really be happy to give away half of it? You're right.
With Vanessa dead, I lose nothing.
But may I remind you both,
I was at a New Year's Eve party when she was murdered?
Ask anyone who was there, and they'll vouch for me.
That's a good idea. We'll do that.
And you're sure?
OK.
That's very helpful. Thank you, sir.
That is now eight people who can confirm
that Mr McCormack was in the bar at the time of his wife's murder.
So, he was telling the truth.
There is no way he could've done it.
Have you talked to his solicitor?
Aaron hadn't raised the prospect of divorce with him.
Interestingly, his wife had.
A month ago, she asked him how she'd fare in a separation
if she had evidence that Aaron had been cheating on her.
So, she knew he was having an affair?
Which probably explains why she was setting up that investment portfolio
behind Aaron's back.
Insurance if everything went wrong. Her husband has betrayed her.
She was worried how she'd manage without him. Yes.
At least we've managed to make sense of one thing.
Cos all we have at the moment is four suspects,
none of whom are shaping up to be our killer.
Aaron, we've ruled out because he was mingling away
at the work do when Vanessa was stabbed.
Then there's Charles Crabtree.
He had a reason and the opportunity to kill Vanessa.
Yeah, but he couldn't have stabbed Donald
because he was there at the time, a witness.
Tabitha Brown also has motive. She wanted to marry Aaron.
Getting rid of the wife
means the wedding can go ahead.
Without her husband-to-be losing any money in a divorce. Mm-hm.
Except...She's a woman.
And the one thing we're confident of is that our killer is a man.
And as Donald was seen
being attacked by the masked assailant,
it can't be him either.
Who the devil is our Devil?
Sir, I think I've got something.
So, I've been comparing the list Donald gave us of the people
he's let go over the last six months
with Aaron's list of possible suspects.And...?
Well, there's one guy who worked
both at the rum distillery and Cariba Airways
and has been sacked from both in the last few months.
So, he'd have motive to lash out at both Aaron and Donald?
What's his name? Oscar Samuel.
He's one of those guys who ends up in our cell from time to time.
He has form? When he drinks too much, yes, he gets violent,
has these, you know, episodes.
Put it like this - there's been a few bars over the years
that we've been called to when he's had one too many.
Hello?
Afternoon, sir.
Er, we're just looking for potential witnesses to a crime.
May I come in for a couple of minutes?
Yeah, we let Oscar go about six months back.
And how would you say he took it? Not great.
He-He'd been here eight years. He was a good worker.
But he was prone to turning up late, hungover, occasionally still drunk.
Was he really angry about it? Yeah, I'd say he was angry.
What the hell's he doing here? We asked him.
I'm sorry, but we really need to speak to both of you about this.
Aaron, I'm sorry about Vanessa.
Yeah, well, you've really let this place go, Donald.
Dad would've been so proud. Screw you!
Gents, please, let's be civil. We're all here for the same reason.
Aaron, we have a suspect
we think might be the link between the two stabbings.
Yes, I recognise him.
He started work at Cariba a couple of months ago.
His name is Oscar Samuel.
Well, he was our janitor.
I had very little to do with him until a week or two ago,
when I found him taking a nap in an empty office, reeking of booze.
I sacked him on the spot. Sir.
I've managed to get Oscar Samuel's current address.
He's got a shack down on the beach on the west side of town.
That's where the witness saw the masked man. Ruby. Come on.
OK, Oscar.
Well, I think that's everything, so thank you for your help.
So, you think you're going to get this guy?
Well, between you and me, we're not there yet,
but Inspector Mooney and DS Dumas are a force to be reckoned with.
Oh! Speak of the devil!
Were your ears burning, Sarge?
Well, yes, I am with Mr Samuel right now.
I beg your pardon?
Holy Moley!
Stop! I said stop! Stop!
Sarge, are you still there? He's on a bike headed into town.
We're on our way,
coming from the east side of town.
Do you have an eyeball on the suspect?
No eyeballs at the moment, sir. Bear with me one moment.
He's coming your way, Sarge. He's coming your way.
Oh, yes, that's him, sir!
Ruby, he's coming back to you!
Ruby, just think.
OK.
No! Sorry, Wesley.
Come on, Ruby. Just do it.
Ai! What are you doing?!
Oh!
Oscar Samuel...
..I am arresting you on suspicion of murder!
Sweet Janey Mac!
This could be the knife.
Blade looks like a match for the wound on our victim.
We got our man. Yeah.
Ready for the interview? You make a start.
I'm just going to stay and have a quick look around.OK.
Scooter licence.
Oscar didn't do it.
Oscar, how much of the night of New Year's Eve do you remember?
It's hazy.
I started drinking early,
alone, half a bottle of rum. And then?
I don't know. I... I black out when I drink.
I know I get violent.
The booze - it brings something out in me.
I guess that's what happened.
Cos when I woke up New Year's Day,
I felt strange, groggy -
more than usual when I drink.
And then I saw the knife.
I see. So, do you remember these?
Well, could you tell me what they say?
No. Sorry.
It was in your shack.
I noticed there were no books or magazines or...
..or any reading material whatsoever.
Then I found your audio books from the local library.
The clincher was this - the permit for your bike.
There's no signature. Just an X.
You can't read or write, can you?
We were poor. I... I didn't go to school.
I helped my dad work.No, no, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Oscar.
And in this instance, it's just saved you from going down
for a crime you didn't commit,
because if you can't read or write, well, then you didn't write this.
And if you didn't write this, well, then you're not the killer.
So, who is? And how come they were wearing Oscar's clothes and mask?
Because they wanted to frame him, make themselves look like Oscar.
So, we're back to where we started. It could be anyone behind the mask.
Yeah, you're right. It could, JP. It could be anyone.
But if it was anyone,
that would mean it couldn't be just someone...
..which can only mean one thing.
So, who the devil is our Devil?
I was there when the same chap stabbed Donald.
I'm a bloody witness, not the killer.
The one thing we're confident of is that our killer is a man.
Were you planning a divorce? Of course he was.
He owns Cariba Airways.
So, he swallowed his pride and came to me.
Oscar, the bottle of rum you drank from New Year's Eve - was it a gift?
Yes. How did you know that? Oscar Samuel, I could kiss you!
JP, Ruby, I want toxicology over here ASAP.
And, Madeleine, could you arrange for our suspects to join us? Sure.
And...could someone let me out of this cell, please?
Just over 15 years ago,
Aaron and Donald McCormack's father passed away, and in his will,
he left this distillery to his eldest son, Donald.
And in that one act,
Mr McCormack Senior set in motion a chain of events
that, all these years later,
led to an entirely innocent woman being murdered.
New Year's Eve.
A man wearing le Diable mask entered your villa, Mr McCormack,
and stabbed your wife Vanessa.
And then, later the same evening,
he broke into Donald's house and attempted to stab him.
Leaving across both crime scenes a message.
"La vengeance est complete."
"The revenge is complete."
One single message in two parts...
..written with the same lipstick by the same person.
Except it wasn't.
It was actually two people who wrote half the message each
and therefore two different people
who perpetrated the separate attacks.
The first, Vanessa McCormack's murder,
was committed by you...
..Donald. What?
Why would I do that? I didn't even know her.
Well, I know it was you, wearing that Devil mask to hide your face,
who stabbed Vanessa. And it was you...
..Aaron, wearing the same mask, who committed the second attack
on your brother Donald. Oh!
Well, this is crazy! I know. It sounds crazy, doesn't it?
But that's what you both agreed to do,
which was the great piece of misdirection in all of this.
You and your brother are estranged. Well, they are.
I've known Donald for close to ten years now,
and he and Aaron bloody well hate each other.
I don't dispute that for a moment, Charlie,
but all that changed a few days ago.
I can't say for sure exactly when, but shortly before New Year's Eve,
with this distillery on the brink of collapse,
you went to see your brother to ask for his help.
Now, I assume that can't have been easy, after all these years,
turning to the man you hate for assistance.
But it's a testament to how much this place means to you.
You swallowed your pride
and you begged Aaron for financial support.
That place is the only thing my brother has ever cared about.
And we believe that, instead of refusing,
like Aaron claims he did... Really?
..he agreed to give you whatever you needed... Thank you!
..to get the business back on its feet.
But on condition that Donald would do something for him -
help him in murdering his wife Vanessa.
Aaron, you wanted to leave your wife for your new love, Tabitha,
but you knew, if you divorced her,
she'd take you for every penny you had,
forcing you to give up all your money and your own business.
That's something you weren't willing to do.
And so you both made a pact -
Donald will kill Vanessa on the condition that Aaron
will plough money into the failing family business.
So, now all you had to do was come up with a plan,
one that gave you both alibis, but also...
..also framed somebody else.
Oscar had recently been laid off by both of you,
which gave him motive.
He has also got form,
something we assume you knew from your own employment records.
So, having chosen your patsy,
Donald, you went to visit your brother at his offices.
And, Aaron, when Donald asked you for financial help...
I'm begging you, please.
..you appeared to very publicly turn him down.
You'll suffer for this, you'll see!
Later that same day, Donald,
you paid a visit to your ex-employee Oscar, right?
He came and gave me a bottle of rum,
said he was sorry about laying me off a few months back.
Happy New Year and... I'm sorry.
And it being New Year's Eve, naturally enough,
you cracked open the bottle and you started to knock it back,
but what you didn't realise was the rum was spiked,
and in a drunken, druggy haze, you proceeded to pass out.
And when you were unconscious,
Donald returned, took your hoodie,
the Devil's mask and a knife from your own kitchen.
He then headed for Aaron's villa,
where, as planned by both of you, Vanessa was alone.
Never one for punctuality, my wife.
You went inside and you stabbed Vanessa,
using her own lipstick to write the first part of the message.
Meanwhile, you, Aaron, had the perfect alibi -
in the company of over 50 of your own employees at your office party.
So then, when Donald left the scene of the crime,
he must have changed into some clothes
that he'd already placed there.
Leaving behind the hoodie, the mask, the knife and the lipstick.
So, when we headed back to the police station
to dump off the evidence from the first crime scene,
Aaron was able to change into the clothes that Donald had left behind.
Meanwhile, Donald, you called Charles
and arranged to meet up for drinks.
And with a prearranged time in mind, you headed back home, because there,
waiting for you, inside of your house, was Aaron.
And making sure that Charles was a witness to everything,
you pretended to fight,
during which Aaron cut Donald with the knife.
Not badly enough to risk your life,
but certainly enough to make us think
that a murder had been attempted.
So, with an eye-witness telling us that the killer wore a hoodie
and a Devil's mask...
Plus, the second part of the message left in Donald's house,
so you and Aaron could guarantee
that we would assume it was the same killer.
So, we come to the final part of the plan,
which required Aaron to return to Oscar's shack
and arrange the hoodie, the mask and the knife somewhere nearby
and replace the spiked rum with a normal bottle...
...so, when Oscar woke up, he'd believe that he was the killer.
Toxicology are currently testing his blood for signs of sedative.
And just to make sure that Oscar came on our radar, Donald,
you mentioned that you had some very angry ex-employees.
And with you providing us
with a list of possible suspects, as well, Aaron,
you knew that poor Oscar would enter the frame sooner or later.
Except for one problem.
Oscar can't read or write...
..and so he couldn't have written the message of revenge.
Aaron and Donald McCormack,
estranged brothers who hated each other...
..united in the act of murder.
It's not true.
Aaron, tell me it's not true!
See, this is what happens.
All those years of pushing you away, I let you in, I ask for your help,
and look what you've done!
Go easy! Easy, easy, easy.
JP, Ruby...
..make the arrests.
Shouldn't you be going, sir? You don't want to be late for class.
You're not joining him, Sarge? Oh, no, not tonight.
The Inspector has a new dance partner.
Ooh? Who's the lucky lady, sir?
It's Anna. You know, the witness from last night.
So, you're going on a date, Inspector Mooney?
No, it's not a date. I'm just going dancing with a woman.
Well, it sounds like a date to me, Inspector. Yeah, it kind of does, sir.
Well, you know, it's really not supposed to be.
I mean, you're all welcome to join me, if you fancy it?
Really? I love calypso.
Great. JP? Well, if Ruby's in, I'm in.
Madeleine, think you could bear it?
Well, as long as I don't have to dance with you,
then I think I can bear it.
Oh, for the love of God, please tell me that's not Raymond!
Er, no, it's Uncle Selwyn.
He wants to have a talk about the coconut incident.
Do you want us to stay and...? No, no.
It's OK. You guys go on ahead.
See you there, yes? Yes, bye.
See you. Bye.
A bride's day was ruined today by an avalanche of coconuts.
You can't deny, Commissioner, that the officer in question
has caused complete chaos in Honore today.
What I see here is that the Saint Marie Police
is under immense pressure to catch a murderer.
In my opinion, the officer in question
should be commended for her quick thinking in the heat of the moment.
In other news, down at the...
Uncle Selwyn. It's true, what I said.
Might not have been protocol,
but what you did to apprehend the suspect showed initiative.
So, you're not mad at me?
You caught the guy, didn't you?
Ruby, you're going to make mistakes. That's only natural.
But, erm, the stupid ones are harder to paint over.
You mean Raymond? I'm sorry, Uncle Selly.
I know I should think first, right?
You're a police officer now.
And as the old Caribbean saying goes,
with great power comes...?
Great responsibility. Mm.
I know. Thank you, Uncle Selwyn.
Hey, Uncle Selwyn. Mm? What are you doing tonight?
Oh.
Oh! It's OK. Don't worry.
Ow!
Whoo!
Well, you have to agree,
I've come on leaps and bounds at the old dancing.Oh, definitely.
I mean, you were hardly bumping into anyone by the end there.
There you go - small miracle. It is, it is.
Listen, erm, thank you for asking me along today.
I haven't had this much fun in a while.
It was a pleasure, Anna.
You really know your way around the dance floor.It's true, I do.
No, I mean it, you're a great dancer.
Really? Yeah.
It's silly but...no-one's paid me a compliment in a very long time.
Well, you deserve it.
Thanks.
Well, now... I'm sorry.
No, I felt there was... No, no, no. Oh, my... Don't be sorry.
Awkward. No need to apologise.
It was... actually very nice.
Really? Yeah, surprising but nice.
I'm going to go now...
..but can I text you?
Cos I hear that that's how people do this nowadays.
Is it, now? Well, yes, fire away. Great.Yes, I'll be waiting.
OK, that might have been a date after all.
I never thought I'd find myself in this situation,
you know, seeing another woman.
It felt as if she'd torn the paintings right out of her soul.
Not exactly cheery.What was I meant to say? I'd just bought the thing,
so I said, "Yeah, it's a masterpiece."
You're not serious?
No need to panic. I'm on it.
Ziggy, how fast does this boat go?
This is the Saint Marie Police. Cut your engine.
Cut your engine now!