Tamsin?
You're miles away. Sorry. It must be the jet lag.
Maybe this'll perk you up.
Ladies and gents, if I could have your attention a minute.
Thank you.
To say I'm excited about this launch today,
well, it doesn't come close to what I'm feeling.
Opening not only our eighth time-share development,
but our very first in the Caribbean,
and doing it all with my family by my side.
My wife Joanne, my amazing daughter Tamsin,
and Charlie, our head of sales and my son-in-law.
I've no plans on retiring just yet, Charlie,
but when I do, I know it'll all be safe in your hands.
So, thank you all for coming
and please join me in raising a glass to our new Saint Marie resort.
Saint Marie! Thank you.
Well done, Dad. That was brilliant.
You were brilliant, darling.
Thank you. Right, well, I need a drink!
So this is my card. When you've had a little bit of time to think,
give me a call and I'll set you up with our local sales team.
Thank you. Wonderful. OK. Thank you.
Hey! I'm going to head up.
I think I'm still on UK time.
Want me to come with you?
No. You've got sales to do.
See you.
Table's ready for us. You and Tamsin coming?
She went up to the room, so I'll go and check.
Tamsin?
Tamsin, are you in there?
Tamsin!
Everything all right, sir?
I can smell burning. Can you help me?
Come on!
Power's gone.
Tamsin?
Get some help.
Now! Go on!
I don't get it.
This guy's coming all the way from England just for a few hours
and then he's flying straight back?
I mean, that's just crazy.
Maybe the man has a reason.
I'll tell you the reason. The man is mad.
I mean, you cannot come to the Caribbean
without at least lying on the beach with a rum or two.
But maybe he's got something important to get back to.
Oh! I think it's him.
Whoa!
Yes, it's him. DI Parker!
Oh... That's me.
Uh...
Just a sec.OK.
Ah!
Well, he seems thorough.
Hi.
DI Neville Parker. Sorry about that.
We don't get sun like this in Manchester.
Oh, you get used to it. I'm DS Madeleine Dumas.
Oh... Uh...
Hi.
Hi. This is Officer JP Hooper.
Pleased to meet you.
And Officer Ruby Patterson. Hello, sir.
Welcome to Saint Marie.
Oh, it's really lovely to meet you all.
Yes.
It's really, um,
good to be here.
This is case number GMP41318.
The victim is one Tamsin Lewis,
aged 29.
UK citizen, previously residing in Didsbury, Manchester,
though her place of death was here at the White Sands Hotel, Saint Marie.
The SIO is a Commissioner... Selwyn Patterson?
He concluded suicide,
but confirmation of this is required from a representative
of Greater Manchester CID,
and subsequent authorisation for the body to be released.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Did you know electricity travels through copper wire
at 280 million metres per second?
Uh... no, sir.
Amazing, innit? Yeah. I guess so.
So... can you confirm it's a suicide?
Both doors clearly bolted from the inside.
Your witnesses who found the body said there was no-one else in the room,
so, based on the information we have,
Tamsin Lewis must have killed herself.
Except...
this is empty.
It appears so, sir.
This is a case for a mouth guard.
And that matters why? Could someone phone the morgue and ask
if a mouth guard was found in the victim's mouth?
The last time the victim was seen alive,
she said she was jet-lagged, right, that she was going to bed?
That's right.
Which would explain why she might pop a couple of sleeping pills
and put her mouth guard in.
Sir! The morgue confirms that Mrs Lewis
WAS wearing a mouth guard when her body was brought in.
Good. So that explains the empty case.
Yes, it... it does.
So we just need you to sign here, sir.
Except... if you decided to end your life,
would you be worrying about the long-term wear and tear of your teeth?
If Mrs Lewis put a mouth guard in, she wasn't thinking of killing herself.
She was thinking of going to sleep.
So you're saying... I'm saying...
I can't confirm this is a suicide.
In fact, I think there's a very real chance Tamsin Lewis was murdered.
Though how the killer got out with both doors being bolted from the inside
is beyond me.
Still, the upshot is, this is now a case for your murder squad.
Good luck.
Oh, yes, I can do that, sir. Thank you.
Inspector!
The Commissioner is on his way.
He really wants to talk with you. I don't want to miss my plane.
I hate it when it's all a rush and you can't get your bag in the overhead locker,
and my taxi's on the way. I understand...
Oh, this is me. Oh!
There's nothing more I can do here anyway. Well, it's...
The best of luck with your case, Sergeant Dumas.
The airport, please!
I think maybe the mouth guard caught my attention
because I'm something of a habitual tooth-grinder myself... sir.
Doctors think it might be related to stress or anxiety.
Tooth enamel is the hardest substance in the human body, in fact.
Actually... Your flight home has been cancelled.
What? I spoke with your Superintendent
and she's agreed, as you believe this to be a murder case,
that you should stay on and head up the investigation yourself.
She said you were quite brilliant...
if a little annoying.
I look forward to seeing the brilliant side.
But I've only brought a change of shirt and socks for the flight back.
Anything you require will be on the island.
I would love to stay and solve this case,
I really would, but I just...
I'm not very good away from home.
Inspector Parker...
a young woman who came here from your home city is dead.
You have a duty.
OK.
I'll stay.
But only till I find Tamsin Lewis's killer for you.
We're a very small island.
How hard can it be?
Welcome to paradise.
It doesn't make any sense. Neil's right.
How could she have been murdered if I had to break down two doors
just to get to her? They were both locked, Inspector.
And you're...? Jacob Roach. Jacob Roach, yes?
I was clearing room-service trays at the time.
Tamsin?
Both doors were locked from the inside
and there was no-one else there.
That is the truth.
I'm not disputing that. Then how can she have been murdered?
If I knew that, Mr Roach,
I wouldn't need to ask so many questions.
The last time Tamsin was seen alive
was at the time-share launch party, yes?
She was tired, so she said she was going to bed.
I'm going to head up. I think I'm still on UK time.
What time? About half-eight.
And you found her 30 minutes later?
We had a table booked in the hotel restaurant at nine o'clock.
Charlie went up to get her.
And you were all still up here at the launch during that half-hour?
Do we have to go over this again, Inspector?
It's really very upsetting.
We're nearly done. I promise.
Who else did Tamsin know here?
Any of the other Henderson Resorts employees?
Not really, no. It was a local crew we put together for the event.
The only people she knew on this island were us three.
So what's next?
Information.Mm-hm.
The more we have, the clearer things become.
I might ask one of my colleagues back in Manchester
to search Charlie and Tamsin's house, see if that tells us anything.
I have a slightly unusual hypersensitivity to the sun.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
No, no, it's fine.
But we might just have to try and investigate indoors as much as we can.
Indoors?
If we can.
I told you not to call me.
I don't sound worried, because I'm not worried.
Neil and I have done absolutely nothing wrong.
Remember?
It's you they'll be charging with murder.
Not us.
Is this it? Just this one room? Uh-huh.
We got some cells at the back, sir.
And an equipment room. Ah!
Ah.
And my office would be...? Here.
Right here?
Great!
Can we get the air con on? It's broken, sir.
We've got windows. The fans help... a little.
You'll get used to it.
Right, well, I know it's getting on a bit,
but maybe a quick case debrief before we all disband for the night.
So we're dealing with the suspected murder of Tamsin Lewis.
She was found in a hotel bath.
Cause of death - electrocution.
Things to note - an empty mouth guard case and sleeping pills on the bedside table.
We had assumed she'd taken those to help her go through with the suicide.
Yes, but...
The hotel has 240 rooms, not including...
Oh, here we go.
The rash has even spread down as far...
No. Um...
Triazolam...
Ah, here we go.
Sleeping pills. The date of prescription was three days ago,
suggested dose of one pill per night,
so there should be 21 pills left in the packet.
There are only 14.
I think the autopsy will tell us that there was more than
the recommended dose of triazolam in her system, which could explain
how the killer got her into the bath, seeing as there were no signs of a struggle.
But we've still got no idea how the killer managed to leave the crime scene.
And walk through two locked doors in the process.
It's a tough one, sir.
Right, so, tomorrow, interview all the staff and guests that were at the launch.
Let's see if any of Tamsin's family snuck off
from the party during the half-hour she was killed.
We can do that, sir.
And while you're talking to the staff,
see if any of them noticed any bickering or arguments between the family.
You mean get all the gossip, sir? That's exactly what I mean.
Get all the gossip. The more we know, the less we have to guess.
And, DS Dumas, let's you and I start digging into the background of our three suspects.
Anything that might hint at a possible motive. Of course.
Great. Until then, let's call it a day.
Oh! And, um, does anybody know where I'm sleeping tonight?
Here it is.
It's a shed!
With a tree in it!
But just wait till you see the view, sir.
Wow.
But it's right near the beach. Sand gets... everywhere.
Um, you got some clean bed linen over there, sir,
and... you got some spare towels in the cupboard.
You have any problems, give me a call.
Yes, thank you.
My pleasure.
Oh!
Sorry about this, waking you up at this hour.
It's fine, sir. Really.
There's 3,500 species of mosquito in the world,
and I think I've been bitten by 3,499...
No, that's the full set. And something in there's made me come up in this really weird rash!
No, no, no, no. No, that's fine, really, sir. You don't need to explain.
I can hear, like, scratching noises in one of the cupboards, like little feet.
Oh, yes, that's probably...
Probably what?
Old wood. Old wood?
Old wood, you know, it creaks.
I think I'm going to be better off somewhere less rustic.
Like a hotel!
We have an en-suite double with a sea view. It'll be 200 for the night.
It's 2:30 in the morning!
Only the manager can reduce the rate, sir.
Well... you'll have to take it up with the Police Commissioner.
The local force is paying my expenses.
I'll leave a note with my colleague in the morning and they can sort out payment.
Thank you, um... Emma. I'm the assistant manager.
If there's anything you need during your stay, let me know.
I'll just sort your key.Thanks.
I'm sorry for dragging you out of bed.
Don't worry about it, sir. Honestly.
I'll be fine from here. I'll just get to my room and cream up.
Right.
Goodnight, sir.
Night.
235.
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
No, your room - 235.
Oh. Got you.
That way.Yep.
Officer Hooper!
Morning, sir.Morning.
How are you getting on? Ah, well...
According to the guests, the victim's family seemed to get on very well,
though Ruby has something of interest.
So the receptionist Tish and I go way back.
We once dated the same guy for three months until we all decided to go
on a boat ride together as a foursome, and only three of us turned up.
Well, four, including the captain. Ruby...
Sorry.
So, Tish said that Tamsin Lewis booked a taxi
to take her to the town hall at 10:30 the morning she died.
What was she going there for?
Would you like us to check it out, sir?
Yes, please.
Find out who she saw, why, and how long was she there for.
Victim took a taxi to the town hall at 10:30 on the morning she died...
So, was he staying here, then?
Apparently, staying in a shack brought him out in a rash.
Aw. Poor Inspector Parker.
Poor him?
He called me at two in the morning.
Rosey was not impressed.
I'm telling you, Ruby,
the man's got some serious issues.
Numbing cream. Works like a charm on mozzie bites,
even though it's actually for piles.
Lovely.
So, I've been looking at Henderson Resorts.
Neil Henderson started his business in 1998.
Charlie Lewis joined five years ago.
And promptly married the boss's daughter. Always a good career move.
Joanne Henderson - she came on board three years ago,
one year after she married Neil. I read her file.
She used to run a consultancy firm for small businesses.
Absolutely.
However, the most interesting thing about this family
is what came through from Manchester ten minutes ago.
A report of the search of Tamsin and Charlie's house.
And? Well, they had a house-sitter.
An old school friend of Tamsin's called Kelly Briggs.
She says that Tamsin only flew out here a couple of days ago, all very last minute.
So the family didn't travel together? No.
In fact, Kelly reckons Tamsin was worried that her dad had landed himself in some hot water.
Even used the word "corruption".
Did she say about what?
She wasn't sure, but something to do with the time-share development.
Interesting, though, innit?
One minute she's flying out here to confront her father
about shady goings-on in his business...
And two days later, she's dead.
Yeah.
I, um... I had to let Tamsin go from the business a couple of months back.
You sacked your own daughter?!
You don't need to say it like that.
It was very much a question of needs must.
And why was that?
For three years, we've been repositioning the company,
trying to make it more robust in the current climate.
And Tamsin didn't approve?
She felt that we were losing the personal touch
that the business was always founded on,
but things were tough enough in our head office
without her dissenting voice piping up every five minutes.
So you just... got rid?
I suggested that maybe it was time she looked elsewhere for employment.
Look, I loved my daughter, Inspector.
But she could be... difficult.
Her coming out here, saying all this stuff about corruption -
that was just Tamsin lashing out,
trying to make people think the business was failing when it isn't.
Far from it.
He started to reposition the business three years ago.
Isn't that when Joanne joined the firm? Yes, it was.
Do you think that Joanne is behind the change in direction?
She was a business consultant, wasn't she? I bet she couldn't help herself.
Well, Tamsin disagreed with her. That's why she got sacked.Yeah.
Sir. Sarge.
So, Tamsin Lewis went to the town hall to discuss the purchase of eight houses.
Before they could demolish or start to rebuild,
Henderson Resorts had to buy them.
But the thing is, sir, she seemed interested in one house in particular.
She made two copies of the title deeds to a house belonging to a man
called Devon Ambrose. I know him.
He's the old man that used to live just so behind North Beach. A real grumpy goat.
About 150 years old by now.
I mean, he used to shout at us so much we didn't even want to play on the beach,
but to get back at him, we'd get frogs and throw them in the outside toilet.
Well, if Tamsin was interested in this Mr Ambrose,
then maybe we should be too.Mm-hm.
Lead the way, Officer Patterson.
Officer Patterson?
Any relation to the Commissioner? Oh, he's her uncle.
Does that cause any problems?
Only for her.
Are you all right?
Oh, yeah. It's just... eczema. I manage to keep it under control when I'm back home,
but something's brought it out here. Could be the heat or the humidity.
Hmm. Or the pollen or the dust, or the sea water or the sand...
It takes time to, uh, adjust.
Yeah...
Ruby, you're not still scared of this guy, are you?
No.
I mean, yes. A bit.
He was a scary man.
He chased me and my friend Deandrae all the way down to Pebble Beach.
That's because you put frogs in his toilet.
I was a child, JP.
And now you're a police officer.
That's right. I am.
So any of his foolishness and I can just arrest him.
Sir, demolition notice has gone up, and there's no sign of anyone at home.
OK.
I'd say it looks like our Mr Ambrose is still living here.
Well, according to this notice, demolition starts tomorrow.
Why hasn't he moved out?
Hello, Madeleine.
Hi. What's going on?
A ceremony to begin works, though considering the circumstances...
le moment n'est pas ideal.
Oh, sorry! This is DI Neville Parker.
Here is Catherine Bordey, our mayor.
Lovely to meet you, Neville.
Welcome to Saint Marie. Thank you.
It's good to meet you, Miss, um, Bordey? Bordey? Bordey.
Catherine, please.
I'd heard we had a new detective.
Not new. Not new, just, um, here temporarily.
So you've had some dealings with Henderson Resorts?
Oh, a little.
So do you know whose decision it was to proceed with the ceremony today?
I think you'll find Mrs Henderson makes all the important decisions.
Madame le maire! Oh!
Excuse me. I have to work now.
But come to my bar tonight and I'll get the chef to cook you something special.
Welcome you to the Caribbean properly.
I can't wait. Thank you.
The Mayor also runs a bar?! Welcome to Saint Marie.
Inspector. Can I be of help? Yeah. I wanted to ask you
about one of the properties that was due to be demolished tomorrow.
Not my area, I'm afraid.
You'll have to speak to Neil about that.
Speak to me about what?
Mr Henderson, does the name Devon Ambrose mean anything to you?
You bought his house to knock it down.
And on the day she was killed, Tamsin was looking into that particular house.
Do you know why?
I'm afraid I've no clue.
Tamsin would have no reason to be involved.
Your facts must be wrong, Inspector.
Andrew Burgess has been looking into the legal side of things.
Perhaps you can speak to him. I'll give you his details. Do you have a pen?
Here.
Thank you.
Right.
Thank you, Mr Burgess, for your help.
Bye.
So, all the tenants signed their properties over to...
Henderson Resorts.
Including Devon Ambrose?
Mm-hm. They've just sent a copy of his sign agreement.
Ribblesthwaite... Ribblesthwaite Medical Practice! That'll be my prescription.
OK. Pardon!
It's signed.
Dated three days ago.
What was Tamsin doing?
Ah, officers! Any joy tracking down our elusive Devon Ambrose?
So, we've been asking around and no-one's seen him for the last few days,
but, apparently, he was not happy about giving his property up for development.
In fact, he refused to sign.
Huh. And yet it seems he did.
How quickly can we get a search warrant for that house?
Well, it's gone five, sir, so the courthouse will be closed,
but we could go first thing. If you would, please.
Something doesn't seem right about all of this.
But the real question is -
what does it all have to do with Tamsin Lewis's death?
Inspector Parker. Commissioner!
A word... if I may?
He looked angry. Is that just me, or...?
No! Your instincts are spot-on.
That's pretty much his angry face.
Is there a problem, sir?
I'm led to believe you shunned the accommodation we provided...
Well... ..and chosen to book yourself
into a suite at the second most expensive hotel on the island.
It's not actually a suite, Commissioner. It's more like an extended double.
I'm very happy to move. Good. I can ask if they have a standard double.
You can pack your things and move back into the designated police accommodation.
You mean the shed on the beach?
It's a bungalow. It's got a tree in it!
It has served the past four detectives very well.
And it's right on the sand!
Inspector Parker, you are on a... Caribbean island.
Trees and sand are somewhat par for the course.
Sir...
I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm really not.
It's just... It's not conducive to my own personal circumstances.
Which are?
I, um...
I suffer from certain, uh... allergies and other things
which were being exacerbated by that shack.
Our budget can run to you staying one more night.
I suggest you get on and solve the case before it's time for you to check out.
- Yes. No, but I need it. - Ah!
Ah, Neville, you're here!
You managed to pick up some new clothes, sir.
It's just some shirts and socks.
Take a seat and let me get you a beer.
Oh, thank you, Ruby. Much needed.
There you go.
Cheers.
To your brief stay on our little island.
Cheers, sir.
Oh! Here we are!
All right! Let me help you with that.
Now, Neville, I asked my chef
to make as many different local dishes as he could,
so you can try them all.
Well, look, the curried goat is amazing,
and don't even get me started on the octopus.
Goat and octopus?
Yes, we've got some calalu over here, sir.
Calalu? Yeah. It's like a spinach.
Oh!
But very spicy. Spicy?
Is there anything else you'd like to taste?
I don't suppose you've got any chips?
That's funny!
Inspector Parker! Pleasant evening?
Ah... I've had better.
The local food doesn't, um... agree with me.
Oh, dear. It can be quite spicy.
Yeah.
Is there something you wanted?
Um... I couldn't rinse my clothes
in one of your washing machines, could I?
You want some laundry done?
Oh, no. No, no. No, no.
It's the... It's the residual detergents, you see, in new clothes.
I react to them.
I just need to rinse through my new stuff, that's all.
I'm not really supposed to let anyone in the laundry room.
But... as it's you...
Henderson Resorts' year-on-year profit has increased significantly since 2017,
but no sign, as far as I can tell,
of any fraudulent activity within the business.
I thought you'd like this. Oh!
I made it myself. Don't tell the chef.
Oh, thank you. That's so kind.
Well, we can't have you going hungry when you're trying to solve a murder case, now, can we?
Oh!
Hang on a minute...
Ha!
Coming!
Blakestone Arms mean anything to you? What?
For someone who works in sales, Mr Lewis, you are a terrible liar.
It was the pen that you gave Neil yesterday that first got me thinking.
I'll give you his details. Do you have a pen?
See, I noticed it had something written on it -
the Blakestone Arms Hotel.
The Blakestone Arms - I know it!
It's on my patch, just outside Farnworth.
Not the most salubrious of establishments, though.
A bit of a step down for you.
So I started wondering...
what would a young professional married man
be doing at the Blakestone Arms?
I had a little shufty through your financials
and I found a recurring payment on your credit card.
You stayed there for three months last summer.
Bit strange, seeing as it's only five minutes down the road from your house.
We had a row. Tamsin threw me out.
I did check into somewhere decent,
but it didn't look like she was going to take me back any time soon.
It was costing a fortune.
I spoke to the bar manager at the Blakestone Arms.
He remembers you.
He said your missus threw you out because she caught you playing away from home.
Last year, I was abroad a lot.
I was setting up a deal in Marbella. And that's where you met her?
She was a holiday rep for a local hotel. Her name was Samantha.
Things weren't so great back home.
So you had an affair.
Tamsin took you back, though, right?
She forgave you. On the promise that it would never happen again.
And has it? No. No, of course not.
Never. I realised, eventually,
that it was Tamsin that I wanted to spend my life with.
So you wouldn't mind if we got in contact with this... Samantha?
I'll dig her number out for you now.
I'd prefer if Neil and Joanne didn't know about this.
Tamsin never told them, you see.
Didn't want to upset her dad. He thinks the world of me.
I think she would have wanted it to stay that way.
As would you, I imagine.
I'll bear it in mind.
Now, if you could grab that number.
So you spoke with Samantha?
Yeah. She confirmed that she and Charlie
had a brief fling, but that he ended it last autumn,
which tallies with his travel records.
His last trip to Marbella was September 14th.
Ooh! What's wrong with your ankle? I don't know.
It's all red and puffy.
And it's hot to the touch.
Your eczema, maybe?
Yeah, except it doesn't itch.
Uh...
Oh...
Oh, JP and Ruby are here.
Oh.
Hi.
Morning, sir.
The lab confirmed that the victim had an abnormal amount of triazolam in her blood.
Very good. And the warrant?
Approved. Crowbar at the ready.
Let's go see what's inside.
Was that there yesterday?
I'm pretty sure it wasn't, sir.
Maybe it belongs to one of the demolition team.
Maybe.
The doors are open.
Officers, you go round the back.
Mr Ambrose? Are you there?
Hello?
Anybody there?
This is the police.
Sir, there's... Argh!
There was nothing round the back, sir.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump.
No, I...
The back door was open too, sir.
- Yeah. - Sir!
Water.
That's all frozen food that's defrosted. Who would do that?
Somebody who needs the freezer for something else.
Here!
Oh!
Devon Ambrose, I presume.
Yes, that's him.
So that's why Tamsin Lewis had to die -
she discovered Devon had been killed?
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, stop!
Jacob Roach, turn off the engine and get out of the vehicle.
Get out of the way!
Don't you think about it. Now, please, get out of the vehicle.
Mr Roach? Hi!
It was an accident.
I was just supposed to put some pressure on him, you know?
Get him to sign the agreement.
You have to sign this contract, right?
Sit down. Sit down. No!
Sign the contract! No!
And why were you, the porter at the White Sands Hotel, doing this?
20,000.
That's what I'd get if he signed. From who?
Someone from Henderson Resorts?
If you were just supposed to threaten him, how come he ended up dead?
He was refusing to sign.
Where are you going?
I just pushed him around a bit, just to scare him.
Sign it! Sign it! Sign it!
And it worked. He signed the contract.
Then he started struggling to breathe.
Clutching his arm.
I assume it was a heart attack.
He was dead by the time he hit the floor.
Well, from what you've told me, it's certainly manslaughter
and maybe even murder.
So, if I was in your shoes, I would do myself a favour
and tell us who sent you there.
Good evening, Inspector. This is our solicitor, Shaun Creswell.
Together, we've prepared a short statement, which I'd like to read.
"Word has reached us from our construction team
"that a body has been found in one of the houses due to be demolished,
"and that you have arrested Jacob Roach on suspicion of murder.
"A month ago, we employed Jacob Roach to act as an agent for Henderson Resorts.
"His role was limited to legitimately collecting the signatures of the people
"who owned properties on the land we wished to purchase.
"If Mr Roach's actions went beyond what was expected
"and resulted in the death of an innocent man,
"we deny all knowledge of this
"and liability for the event."
That's all I'm prepared to say on the subject.
Tamsin was onto you, wasn't she? She started sniffing around.
Wait a minute! My step-daughter's death
has nothing to do with either myself or my husband.
You've heard our statement.
Now, you can either charge us... or not.
As I thought.
Mr Henderson...
I'm investigating the murder of your daughter.
You don't have anything to say?
No comment.
Their defence will be plausible deniability.
By refuting any knowledge of what happened,
senior officials can insulate themselves legally
and then shift the blame onto whoever carried out the actions.
His word against theirs.Exactly.
OK. But even if Mr Ambrose's death
is directly linked to the murder of Tamsin Lewis,
we're still no closer to working out how they managed to kill her
and then disappear from two locked rooms.
Yeah. As if they were never there at all.
I had to let Tamsin go
from the business a couple of months back.
It was Tamsin
I wanted to spend my life with.
My step-daughter's death
has nothing to do with either myself or my husband.
Tamsin Lewis, aged 29...
Autopsy confirms high levels of triazolam.
The victim was wearing a mouth guard...
We had a table booked in the hotel restaurant at nine o'clock.
Charlie went up to get her.
Oof. Oh!
Oh!
Ugh! Blblblb!
Both doors were locked from the inside and there was no-one else there.
That is the truth.
And there was no-one else there. That is the truth.
I don't believe it.
Officer Hooper?
Good morning.
I hadn't realised it had only just gone four. Sorry. Um...
But I just wondered...
Have you ever heard of Locard's exchange principle?
Edmond Locard was a 19th-century criminologist
who came up with the principle that it was impossible for a criminal
to leave a crime scene without leaving some trace behind,
be it a hair, blood,
dirt on a shoe, whatever.
He also said it was impossible to leave the crime scene
without taking something with them.
That's why it's called the exchange principle.
Right...
A-ha!
Does anybody have a lighter? I've got it.
Would you strike one for me, please, Ruby?
Huh!
Of course!
We had a table booked at the hotel restaurant at nine o'clock.
I'd prefer if Neil and Joanne didn't know about this.
It has nothing to do with either myself or my husband.
Both doors were locked from the inside and there was no-one else there.
No, your room - 235.Oh!
And doing it all with my family by my side.
I've only gone and bloody cracked it.
Really? You know who did it, sir?
Yeah. I think I do, yeah.
I just need to check one little detail with our friend Jacob Roach, the hotel porter,
and while I do that, would somebody please phone the Commissioner
and tell him I've solved his case?
And, no offence,
you're all amazing, but I'd like a seat on the next flight out of here.
Sir, with respect, I don't understand why I can't just leave now.
Believe me, no-one is looking forward to you leaving this island more than me.
You've cost me hundreds of dollars and mistook me for a taxi driver.
But... until you've made the arrests and completed the paperwork,
I cannot sanction your departure.
And why is everyone here?!
Because you need to tell them what happened and who did it.
And then I can go? Yeah.
Would someone please tell us what this is about?
I know it may seem a touch unorthodox, Mrs Henderson,
but I'm sure you'd like to find out who killed your step-daughter.
OK.
When I landed on this island three rather long days ago,
I'd just read a case file that appeared to be an open-and-shut case of suicide.
I was due to sign it off and be on the evening flight to Manchester.
If only life was so simple, huh?
But nothing about these last few days has been simple,
because whoever killed Tamsin and staged the scene to look like a suicide
also, somehow, magically removed themselves
from a bathroom and a bedroom, both of which were locked from the inside,
which is impossible, and yet that is exactly what the killer did.
Didn't you?
Charlie?
What?! Why would he do that?
How the bloody hell did he do it, more to the point?
Well, like all great feats of conjuring,
he needed a glamorous assistant to help him achieve his illusion,
and I think it's time to reveal the identity of her right now.
I hope you're not suggesting it was me.
As a matter of fact, Mrs Henderson, I'm not.
Hello, Emma.
Or is it Samantha?
Who the hell's Samantha? Samantha is the name of the woman
that Charlie admitted to me he'd been having an affair with,
but that wasn't her name, and neither did you meet her in Spain.
They were lies. The real person you were having an affair with
you met right here in Saint Marie last year.
Our friendly hotel manager Emma Taylor.
I should have known something was wrong when you were being so nice to me.
Hotel staff usually just find me irritating.
You even convinced ME you were Samantha when I called you yesterday.
So, Charlie, you may have told Tamsin
that your affair with the fictional Samantha was over,
but the truth is, your affair with the very real Emma was still continuing, wasn't it?
I have no idea what he's talking about.
You must have been in quite a dilemma -
the golden boy of Henderson Resorts...
I know it'll all be safe in your hands.
Yet cheating on his wife, who also happened to be the daughter of the owner.
If the family found out, you'd have been out on your ear.
No house, no job, no money, no... no gold-plated future.
And yet there was only one woman you wanted to be with.
So Tamsin had to go.
I don't have to listen to this. Yes, you do.
I want to hear the rest.
Now, on to the how.
Ohh...
Inspector?
Are you all right, Inspector?
Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.
I'm fine. It's... It's just so hot.
Ooh...
OK.
Here's what I believe happened.
The first thing Mr Lewis had to do
was make sure Tamsin was too tired to make it through the launch party.
You had access to her sleeping pills.
I assume you took a few and slipped them into her drink.
Sorry, it must be the jet lag. Maybe this'll perk you up.
And knowing your father-in-law had a table booked for 9pm
meant that you'd have an excuse to go and check on Tamsin later.
But in that half-hour between Tamsin leaving the party and being found dead,
it was actually Emma who had all the work to do.
You went into the bedroom next door to the one that Tamsin was sleeping in,
and once you were in there, you turned off the electricity to that room.
You then filled the bath and placed the hairdryer in the bath water.
You then left that room. Ready. Staged.
Put a "do not disturb" sign on the handle.
You then let yourself into Tamsin's room next door,
and with all the alcohol and sleeping pills in her system,
she would have been spark out,
deaf to the sound of the running water as you filled the bath in her bathroom.
You also plugged the hairdryer into its socket.
Everything ready for Charlie's arrival.
Now downstairs, Charlie left his father-in-law,
saying he was going to go and check on Tamsin.
Table's ready for us. Are you and Tamsin coming?
She went up to the room, so I'll go and check.
And he headed up to join Emma.
Together, they carried Tamsin into the bathroom...
lowered her into the bath...
and then threw the hairdryer in with her.
Emma, you then returned to the room next door.
You quickly put on a hotel robe and a brown wig,
evidence of which I found just some moments ago.
Real hair burns. Plastic hair melts. Huh!
You then proceeded to lock the bedroom door
and the bathroom door with yourself on the inside.
Over in Tamsin's bedroom, the real murder scene,
it was a simple matter for Charlie to set the locks and then tear them open,
making it look like they'd been broken through from the outside.
This done, all you had to do was sneak out unnoticed,
carefully close the door
and then wait a few minutes for your unwitting witness to arrive
in the corridor - Jacob.
Sergeant Dumas checked something with you earlier.
The name, please, of the person who called you and sent you up to the fourth floor?
Emma. She told me to go straight up.
Emma Taylor. Which meant that Charlie knew the precise moment
to reappear back in the corridor,
just in time for Jacob to witness everything that took place...
Tamsin?
So that when you broke into the fake murder scene,
the one right next door to the real room, all the lights were already out
and the illusion was complete.
Get some help. Now! Go on!
See, I realised something about this hotel.
Like every other hotel, really.
Most of the rooms, they look exactly the same.
It was risky as hell, but also kind of brilliant.
After you were sure Jacob had witnessed the "body",
you sent him off to call the police, giving you time to close the door
to the fake murder scene,
open the door to the real one,
betting that on his return, Jacob wouldn't notice the room switch.
The police are on their way. And in fairness to him,
in the heat of the moment, with all that adrenaline, who would?
The only conclusion that would be drawn, that could be drawn,
was that Tamsin had taken her own life...
if - if - she hadn't put her mouth guard in
before she went to bed that night.
And honestly, if you'd had thought of that...
I reckon you would have got away with it.
Officers, arrest them, please.
How could you?! She was my little girl.
I'd really like to get that flight now, please, sir.
I don't think you're well.
I'm fine.
I'm feeling... I'm feeling fine.
No sugar, please, Doris. What?
Sergeant Dumas, call an ambulance.
Yeah.
Inspector Parker?
Insp... Inspector Parker?
Can you hear me?!
Thank you.
You going to be all right, sir?
The Inspector needs complete rest and recuperation.
What happened? I mean, you went down like a sack of sugar cane.
- I've got deep vein thrombosis. - That's pretty serious.
The Inspector is expected to make a full recovery,
but he's not allowed to fly.
For a few weeks.
Luckily, you have this wonderful bungalow to stay in.
Aw, come on. It could be worse.
You could be stuck in Iceland or Outer Mongolia, wherever that is.
But, you know, instead, you're stuck here... with us... in paradise.
So, how about we leave you to settle in properly?
Call if you need anything.
I believe you have Officer Hooper's number.
Yeah. OK. Thank you.
You've all been very kind.Sir.
Bye.
Looks like he met Harry.
I'm leaving you to fend for yourselves.
You'll need a strong, smart, committed leader.
We need a senior detective to lead a case.
I just wish it didn't have to be THAT senior detective.
Proper back-to-nature, you know?
No phones, no booze, no fun!
I don't want to talk about it.
JP, a problem shared is a problem halved.
I can't stay here! I have a routine, medications that I need!