TV ANNOUNCER: And a very good morning to all our viewers.
You're watching the Saint Marie Broadcasting Corporation.
Coming up at 8.00, it's the island's favourite show,
Today With Tourne.
# Welcome to paradise
# Welcome to paradise... #
Morning, Benny. Morning, Mr Tourne.
How are you today, sir?
Fabulous, Benny, fabulous.
Each new day is a gift. Never forget that.
That's why they call it the present.
Where's Henri?
Er, no sign of him yet, boss.
You've got no right to do this, Henri. This is censorship!
Melanie, please, my hands are tied.
If it was down to me... It IS down to you.
You're the editor in chief.
But you must see we have a duty to be impartial...
We have a duty to tell the truth.
And we all know the truth is subjective.
I'm sorry, Melanie, but I've made my decision.
STUDIO CHATTER
Ah, Henri! You're alive.
I was about to send out for the coastguard.
Sorry, Garfield, just a...
Just a little bit of business to deal with, all taken care of now.
On air in 35, Mr T. Thank you.
OK. OK, guys, let's do it, please. Let's do it.
Honestly, Mum, it's the biggest story I've ever worked on.
When this breaks, it's going to blow up.
Coming up, we'll be showing you new ways to cook plantain.
But first, we go live to my favourite reporter -
and I'm not just saying that because I'm her father.
Where are you today, Helene?
Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay to investigate rumours...
You'd better go and pick Melanie up. Don't want to keep her waiting.
Sure thing, Henri.
Sounds like a story you could really get your claws into!
Over to you, my love.
It was three months ago when fishermen first noticed something...
..well...fishy.
Elmina. Ready for your close-up?
Just be gentle with me, Garfield.
I knocked three times, boss, but I don't think she's home.
Five minutes, Benny!
Hold the phone. Here she come now.
OK!
Voters trust me, Garfield.
When I promised to fix those contaminated pipes,
they knew I'd be true to my word.
MELANIE SCREAMS Help me, please!
Help! Hang on, Melanie!
Help me, please! Help!
WATER SPLASHES
Melanie!
Hey!
MUSIC: Hard Road to Travel by Jimmy Cliff
# I've got a hard road to travel And a rough, rough way to go... #
WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH
# Said it's a hard road to travel And a rough, rough way to go
# But I can't turn back My heart is fixed
# My mind's made up I'll never stop
# My faith will see, see me through
# Let me tell ya... #
And Rene's been missing for a month, you say, Madame Fossier? Yes.
I shall make it my personal mission to track him down.
Thank you.
Good morning. Are you here to report a crime?
Actually, no.
But you look like you could use some help, sir.
I am very grateful you answered my SOS, DS Cassell.
But, erm, are you quite sure you are ready to return to active duty?
Life has to go on, sir.
Your message was a bit cryptic, though.
What happened to the others? You may well ask.
A month ago, Madeleine was offered a promotion back in Paris
and she managed to secure Ruby a secondment.
Oh, I am so sorry, Commissioner.
Rosey had arranged a midwife appointment
first thing this morning, but I had no idea it would last so long.
You know, the fact that there's two
just makes everything twice as complicated.
Have you thought of any names, JP? Sarge!
I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see anyone.
Thank you. Welcome back.
A woman has been found dead in her pool.
We'd better get ourselves over there.
Erm, what about the new DI?
ON TV: And finally,
for a chance to win this Fabulous Family Encyclopaedia,
how many Apollo missions landed on the moon?
Oh, come on!
I'll bet even you know that, eh, Harry? Six.
Dial in now if you know the answers.
Lines are open for the next hour
and all calls are charged at the standard rate...
Oh, what're you showing a repeat for? This is supposed to be live!
..later in the show, we speak to a man from Port Royal who claims
to have the largest collection... HE GROANS
..of fish hooks on the island. Hello? Come on in, it's open.
Oh. Erm... Oh!
I heard you needed help, so I came over as fast as I could.
Thank you. I've been drinking loads of iced water,
but I can't seem to get my basal temperature down.
Erm, there's this rash, I'm not sure if it's a symptom, but...
Whoa! What are you doing?
Did Dr Mundle not send you?
I'm DS Cassell... DS Cassell.
Yes, sure. Of course you are. Er... Jolly good.
I came to tell you a woman's been found dead in her pool. Excellent.
I mean, it's not excellent, it's terrible, but...erm...
I'll just get myself together...
Would you mind filling this with some fresh water and ice, please,
DS Cassell, while I... change out of my PJs?
Can I ask exactly what is wrong with you? Oh, nothing.
Er, just a touch of sick building syndrome.
As long as I completely avoid the police station,
I'll be absolutely fine.
OK, so the victim is Melanie Sharpe.
She's a News Presenter for the Saint Marie Broadcasting Corporation.
She's 25 years old, British, lived alone
and has only been on the island for six months.
Who called it in? A studio runner, Benny Morgan.
Melanie's show was due to start at ten o'clock.
He arrived to collect her at 9.30,
just as she was coming back from her morning run.
Five minutes, Benny!
Now, he said that he was waiting outside when she cried out for help.
He can hear her struggling with someone.
SCREAMING
When he came round here,
he saw someone disappear through those bushes.
Hey!
He runs round here.
And that's when he sees Melanie floating in the pool, dead.
I see you've managed to rouse yourself from your sick bed,
DI Parker. How stoic of you.
Thank you, Commissioner.
OK, so the body was found in the pool,
but the pressure marks on the neck are consistent with strangulation.
And that grouting wants looking at, too.
The place has been ransacked,
which suggests the killer was searching for something.
The victim was out for a run. Maybe she disturbed them on her return.
Sir, the laptop seems to be missing.
Not much in the fridge, sir. Just coconut water and Spirulina.
Looks like she cared about her health.
Book shelves show that she was an intellectually curious feminist.
Non-specific art and a lack of personal effects
suggest this was a rental property.
We know she'd not been on the island long.
Although she'd already made friends here.
That's Helene Tourne.
She and her father are big names on the island.
Melanie would have worked with them at the TV studios. Whoa!
A sauna? What do you need a sauna in the Caribbean for?
The whole island's one giant sauna!
Maybe she used it to relax her muscles after her run.
HE SNEEZES, GROANS Oh, no!
Let me guess - sick building syndrome?
More like pungent cushion syndrome. Can you not smell that?!
Oh, patchouli. Patchouli?
Yeah, yeah, it's a species of plant from the family Lamiaceae.
I've seen it growing all over the island.
It's often used in aftershaves.
OK.
So if the killer was after Melanie's laptop, but it was in plain sight,
why leave such a god-awful mess?
HE SNEEZES
I'm sorry.
I should have warned you about him, but I was afraid you wouldn't come.
JP, we're going to go talk with Melanie's colleagues
at the TV station. Can you go door-to-door with the neighbours
and see if any of them witnessed anything? Sure thing, sir.
I shall assist you, Sergeant Hooper.
Er, that's very kind of you, Commissioner,
but I think I'll be OK.
Now you're a sergeant, you need an officer.
So until such time as Ruby returns, I shall take her place.
Don't worry. I shan't expect any preferential treatment.
Should we call you Officer Patterson?
No, you should not. OK.
Melanie was a first-rate journalist.
I can't begin to make sense of this.
She was such a nice lady.
And proper smart, you know?
She knew things I'd never even heard of.
Like, she was always talking about "patriarchy". I had to look it up.
I just wish I could've saved her, or...
You did everything you could, Benny.
Can you think of anyone who might have wished her harm? No.
No. I mean, when you are in the public eye,
there is always people who take against you,
but, no, not to this extent.
Ah! This is Helene Tourne, our roving reporter.
Helene, this is DI Parker and DS Cassell.
They'd like to ask everyone a few questions.
Sorry, we know it's a difficult time,
especially since Melanie and you were so close.
We hadn't known each other long, but she'd become one of my best friends.
Oh, it's just too horrible!
Can you all account for your whereabouts this morning?
I was doing a broadcast about the crabs taking over Crescent Bay.
I got back about half an hour ago.
Monsieur Pigal?
Er, a quick breakfast, with my wife and children,
and came straight over. You were late, though, boss, remember?
You said you had some business to take care of.
NEVILLE SNEEZES Bless you. That's a...
That's a very distinctive aftershave you're wearing, Monsieur Pigal.
Patchouli?
I smelt something very similar on Melanie's sofa, about an hour ago.
Erm, yeah, I'm sorry. Actually, now I think about it,
I did visit her very briefly this morning, 7am or so.
We had a small disagreement to resolve.
What kind of disagreement?
Just editorial stuff.
How long were you there for?
Er, 15 minutes at the most.
I had to get back here for Garfield's show, at 8.00.
I'm afraid I lack the words
to convey the loss I'm feeling right now.
If there's anything I can do, anything at all...
We must find justice for that poor, sweet girl.
You two were obviously close? We thought the world of each other.
Would you mind talking us through your movements
this morning, Mr Tourne?
I arrived just after 7.00 to get ready, I was on air at 8.00.
I'd just finished an interview when Henri broke the news.
Of course I couldn't carry on.
We had to switch to a tape of yesterday's show.
Yeah. I caught some of that.
You might want to think about making your quiz a bit tougher.
Sorry, do you mind not touching those?
I'm rather particular about my shirts.
I have them made for me in Italy.
Mr Tourne, had...
Had Melanie spoken to you about any concerns she had
about threats or enemies?
Yeah, and... Sorry, do you put on a clean shirt for every show?
Of course.
Er, no.
If she had, I would have told her to come straight to you.
And I'm sorry, just to clarify, the shirt you're wearing now
is the same one you were wearing for the show today? Yes.
And you changed into it when you got here just after 7.00?
Forgive me, Detective Inspector,
but I can't quite see what my shirt has to do with Melanie.
Oh, I'm just struck by the fact that you've lost a button,
right there in the middle.
Huh!
I see why you're a detective. Nothing escapes you.
Thought you would have noticed.
You'll have to excuse me.
I need to start finding the words to tell the viewers about poor Melanie.
So, if there are no further questions?
Thank you for your time.
Oh! OK, sir, so that's all 14 houses completed on this side.
And none of them noticed anything suspicious this morning.
How about you? 21.
Oh, well done, sir.
How did you do so many so fast?
No. I mean number 21.
As in just number 21?
Charming lady - invited me in for some pineapple cake.
Very good it was, too.
This is just the sort of hands-on policing I've missed.
Yeah, but, sir, erm...
That means we've still got 18 addresses left on the list.
Key to gathering evidence, Sergeant Hooper -
depth, not breadth.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a surfeit of paperwork to catch up on.
I'm sure you can take care of the rest of it.
Did you see his reaction when I mentioned the missing button?
He got a bit defensive, didn't he?
He changed the subject, like I'd touched a nerve.
Or maybe he was just confused by how obsessed you were with his shirts.
SCOFFS: So much for being devastated.
Could he be any more chipper?
He's a TV star. He's used to putting on a professional face.
I reckon it might be worth another shufty at Melanie's house.
My point is, it's not just some polyester job
he's bought down the market. These are hand-stitched.
A button's not just going to pop off, is it?
I am not an expert on buttons - unlike you, it seems.
Aha! Yes! I knew it!
HE LAUGHS
All right, it's not quite a smoking gun, but it's a pretty good start.
It can't have been missing when he put the shirt on,
cos he would have noticed it then.
So he must've left the studio and gone to Melanie's house.
You can't honestly think he's the killer.
He was on air when she died.
He's hiding something. I can feel it.
What was he doing at Melanie's house?
And how did he lose that button?
I think I need another drink.
Sir? Oh, no, I'd better not.
I like to get home before the mozzies come out in force.
If I can get the nets up and the citronella candles lit,
I've got a fighting chance.
Another drink for you but nothing for our English friend?
How did you guess?
He's really been here three months?
You'd think he'd just arrived. I know.
I've done my best, but it's like he still thinks he's in England.
SHE LAUGHS
It's so lovely to see you, Florence.
How does it feel to be back?
I'm not quite sure yet.
Ask me again in a few weeks' time.
By the way, sir, I meant to ask if you're feeling better now.
Oh... Fine, yes, thank you.
Like I say, as long as I avoid the station.
And it just came on suddenly?
Last week, out of the blue.
There has to be a logical explanation.
There is - mould spores and contaminants.
Trust me, I did a deep dive on Google.
Ah! How was your "chicken chips" tonight?
Spot on again, thank you, Catherine,
although if you could ask Chef to do one less grind
of the old pepper mill tomorrow. I'll let him know. Thank you.
You eat the same thing every night?
They make it for me specially.
And you're never tempted to try something new?
Why take the risk?
Night-night, then, DS Cassell.
Thanks for all your industrious work today,
scrabbling around for buttons and whatnot.
I'm hoping this is going to be the start
of a really productive partnership.
I hope so, too. Goodnight, sir.
You promised me no complications.
Trust me, Elmina.
Everything is in hand.
If anything, our lives just got a great deal easier.
MUSIC: Twelve Minutes To Go by The Skatalites
You can't avoid the station forever.
Honestly, sir, I've had the windows open all night
and I've been burning sage.
I'd better get my thermos, just in case.
So far, so good. And the smell's pleasantly reminiscent
of my gran's sage-and-onion stuffing.
PATTERSON CLEARS THROAT Right.
So, six months ago, Melanie Sharpe became SMBC's news presenter.
But somewhere along the line, she made herself an enemy.
You're not suggesting Garfield Tourne is a suspect?
He couldn't explain why he was missing a button from his shirt,
and we found this on Melanie's living-room floor.
Which proves what exactly?
Well, it proves that, contrary to his claims,
he was at Melanie's house the morning of her murder.
How do you even know it's the same button?
Well, we can't be 100% sure, but my instinct tells me it has to be.
The postmortem confirms that Melanie was strangled by
someone with large hands - probably a man - at 9.30 that morning.
So, given that Garfield Tourne was on air between 8.00 and 10.00,
I think we can safely rule him out - don't you, Inspector?
PHONE VIBRATES
Sir, I spoke to Melanie's mother earlier.
She told her she was working on a big expose.
MELANIE: Honestly, Mum, it's the biggest story I've ever worked on.
An expose?
Maybe that's why the killer wanted the laptop. Hm.
Well, let's contact her network provider,
see what her emails have to say.
Meanwhile, let's make a start on her colleagues.
Henri Pigal was made editor in chief ten years ago.
Helene is Garfield's daughter, as we know.
They are Saint Marie's favourite family.
Last year, they even brought out a bestselling cookbook together -
A Taste Of Tourne.
Helene's due to start her own primetime lifestyle show next month.
Benny's been there a year.
They seem to have a high turnover of runners.
Most only last a few months.
Given that Benny's not the sharpest knife in the drawer,
you have to wonder how he's lasted so long.
OK, so that was Melanie's neighbour, Audrey.
Now, apparently, she witnessed an argument
between Melanie and Garfield on the 21st of December.
According to Audrey, he tried to force himself on her.
Melanie had to push him off...
MELANIE: Get your hand off me!
..and Audrey clearly heard her say...
Stay away from me, you pig!
We have a motive.
Time for another word with Mr Tourne.
Seven consecutive People's Choice awards -
that's got to be something of a record.
Of all the awards I've been blessed with, these are the ones
that really count because they're voted for by the public.
It's humbling. I'm sure. Can't be easy keeping your feet on the ground
when you're so widely adored.
Oh!
"Garfield Tourne Media Wing"? Wow!
The thought of all those young minds who might be inspired
to follow in my footsteps, it's such an honour.
I do hope both of you will come to the launch.
Are you sure I can't get you something to drink?
My housekeeper Claudette makes the most delicious lemonade.
How is she with sewing on buttons?
We found this on Melanie's living-room floor.
SCOFFS: You don't think...
You're not suggesting this is the missing button from my shirt?
You haven't been entirely honest with us, Mr Tourne.
You told us you and Melanie were close,
but the truth is she accused you of being a "pig".
Look, Melanie could be naive.
I accept my advice wasn't always welcome...
Do you deny that you tried to assault her on 21st December?
Now, hold on, young lady.
That's a very serious allegation you're making. It certainly is.
Wouldn't do much for your wholesome reputation, would it?
I imagine you'd do anything to keep that quiet.
All right, I hold my hands up.
I gave her a lift home after the work Christmas party.
I misread her signals. That's all.
It was a total overreaction on her part.
Can we take a look at the shirt with the missing button,
just to see if this fits?
No doubt it's already been repaired and laundered,
so I couldn't even tell you which shirt it was.
I've a dozen just like it.
Claudette's terribly efficient.
I still don't understand how the button came off in the first place.
You said yourself, those shirts aren't cheap.
You'd have to really pull hard, like, say, in a struggle.
Every shirt in the world has buttons on it. Coincidence.
I don't believe in coincidences, Mr Tourne. I believe in evidence.
Then here's some evidence for you.
When Melanie was killed, I was on live television.
And there are 80,000 witnesses to the fact.
So may I suggest you point the finger at somebody else?
He's hiding something. I can feel it in my gut.
And given there's a hundred million
nerve cells in there, I'm inclined to trust it.
Right, sir, Sarge...
..so I've just come back from talking to the crew at the studios.
And one of the sound operators, Eric, said that
he picked up some major tension between Melanie and Helene
on their microphones the day before the murder.
MELANIE: I don't want to talk to you, Helene.
You're no better than he is.
HELENE: You have to stop this.
It was just a minor disagreement between two friends.
Doesn't sound minor - "You have to stop this."
It sounds like a threat to me.
Why would I be threatening Mel?
Perhaps you knew about the accusations she'd made
against your father. So this was you trying to warn her off,
protect your old man.
What he did to Melanie is indefensible.
I know what kind of man my father is.
I've seen what he put my mother through - the endless cheating.
Yet you're still happy to play the devoted daughter.
That book bought me a house on the beach.
I am not naive.
I know what the Tourne brand is worth.
But for now, it's the price I have to pay.
So, what did you mean exactly - "You have to stop this"?
Things changed after the business with my father.
Overnight, Mel became cold, aloof.
I was begging her to stop it,
go back to how we were.
But you never got the chance.
PATTERSON CHUCKLES
Sir, we really need to get to the station.
We got our reports to write up.
Really, sir, I've got so much to do.
One thing at a time, Sergeant Hooper.
Bernice was kind enough to give me this on the house.
I think I might have to skip the station.
I have an important brunch meeting I need to prepare for,
if you wouldn't mind dropping me off at The Royale Hotel?
And maybe you could distribute the rest of these.
Is this really a priority, sir?
I gave Madame Fossier my word.
JP SIGHS
You look exhausted, JP.
I didn't think the twins were due for another two weeks.
It's my new officer. I've completely lost control of him.
I didn't know you had a new officer.
What's his name? Selwyn Patterson.
Hm. The man refuses to do any work,
but I can't say anything because he's my boss.
I really need Ruby to come back, right now.
I've left her, like, 15 messages, but she won't reply to any of them.
Maybe I'll try calling her one more time. Yeah.
You heard her - Garfield Tourne is a serial philanderer.
We already know he's a very accomplished liar.
What's to say he's not capable of murder, too?
The fact remains, though, that Melanie died at 9.30,
when he was on air.
Half the island were watching, so unless he has a secret twin...
PHONE RINGS DI Parker.
What?
Fire?!
The shack!
My clothes!
My books, my DVDs!
Some of those were rare imports!
David Bellamy's Coastal Adventures came from Japan!
I'm sure the damage won't be that bad.
According to the Fire Captain,
this was the cause -
a citronella candle.
NEVILLE SIGHS
I can't apologise enough, sir.
I take full responsibility.
And I'm more than willing to contribute towards
the cost of my hotel room. What hotel room?
What else do you suggest I do, sir?
I mean, if either you or Sergeant Hooper have a spare room...
I do not. Er, I'm sorry, sir.
I mean, I-I would, but I've got two cots in there
and I don't think you'd fit in either of them.
Er, so how does this pull out? It doesn't.
Right. I see. So it's just a... It's just a sofa.
Make yourself at home. I'll get you a sheet and some pillows.
No feathers, if that's not too much trouble.
And I'm sorry to be a nuisance, but you don't happen to know
how recently the bed linen was washed, and at what temperature?
Well, if you like, I can put it in the washing machine
for you right now. No, no, no, no! No, I... I wouldn't dream of it.
I can do that myself.
Are you all right, sir?
I'd finally got into a bit of a routine, you know?
Make myself feel a bit more at home.
Now I'm going to have to start all over again.
Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.
We all get stuck in our ways.
And this could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
Yeah.
I'm sure you're right.
I don't suppose you've got any Horlicks? Un quoi?
I'm telling you, JP, the man is crazy!
He obsesses over a shirt button.
And - oh! - he can't sleep unless his sheets have been freshly washed
at exactly 60 degrees.
DI Parker is a particular flavour.
VIDEOCALL TONE RINGS Oh! Speak of the devil.
Oh, morning, all! Sir?
Are you wearing my dressing gown?
I hope you don't mind.
After the inferno, I've only got one set of clothes left.
Forgive me for interrupting this cosy domestic chat.
Are we not in the middle of a murder investigation?
Yep. Good point, Commissioner.
JP, did you have any luck getting hold of Melanie's emails?
Er, yes, sir, and I found some very interesting messages
between Melanie and her boss Henri, about a story she was working on.
What kind of story?
Well, it seems Melanie had been investigating Elmina Blondeau.
The same Elmina that was Garfield's guest the morning of the murder.
Exactly. Now, you might remember that Elmina talked about
how she'd fixed the contaminated pipes on the north shore.
But Melanie had run some tests and discovered that it was all a lie.
I've never trusted Elmina Blondeau.
Now, Henri told Melanie that he'd look into it.
But three days ago, he shut it down.
Only to then invite Elmina onto his channel
so she can spout lies and propaganda.
So why was he trying to protect her?
What if this was Melanie's expose?
I think we'd better talk to Henri Pigal.
Don't you, sir? Yeah.
I'll meet you at the studios after my clothes are dry. Oh! Erm...
Where do you keep your iron, by the way?
I've concluded there was no story there.
Despite all the evidence Melanie had given you?
Well, the truth is, with Elmina up for re-election,
I didn't want to look like we were trying to influence the vote.
We have to be impartial.
And yet, on the morning of Melanie's murder, you aired this.
I'm sure the viewers would agree with me
that you've been an outstanding Council Leader.
Your re-election must be a foregone conclusion.
Voters trust me, Garfield.
When I promised to fix those contaminated pipes,
they knew I'd be true to my word.
Hardly impartial.
You told us your visit to Melanie the morning of her death
was because of an editorial disagreement. Mm-hm.
But it was about Elmina, wasn't it?
But you must see we have a duty to be impartial...
We have a duty to tell the truth.
She was planning to run the story despite you.
Yes. So why were you so determined to stop her?
I wasn't. It was Garfield.
They're friends - old friends.
He won't have a word said against Elmina.
But you're his boss.
Come on! We all know where the real power is.
He's been the face of the channel for 25 years.
He does all the hiring and firing.
I used to have self-respect,
but I also have a family who depend on me.
And I can't afford to stand up to Garfield Tourne.
Maybe it's time somebody did.
Every road we take leads us to the same guy - Garfield Tourne.
I've no idea how he did it,
but every instinct I have tells me that he's our man.
The question is, why was he so determined to stop Melanie
telling the truth about Elmina?
Was he just trying to protect an old friend?
No, that feels a bit too selfless for Garfield.
There has to be something in it for him.
Also, if Henri dropped the story before Melanie spoke to her mother,
it can't be the real expose, the one that was going to "blow up".
It has to be something else.
Yeah.
OK, yeah. Erm, please don't worry, Madame Fossier.
I am sure Rene will turn up soon.
OK, bye!
JP SIGHS
May I ask what you're doing, sir?
I'm scrutinising the contents of the victim's handbag.
Just how do you think that's helping, sir?
Because, you know, you leave me to deal with Madame Fossier alone,
while you just sit there wasting time.
And you vanish for five-hour brunches.
And you care more about these stupid cat posters
than you do catching a killer!
Honestly, sir, if...
If you were an officer, you wouldn't last ten minutes.
Erm...
..did you happen to notice Madame Fossier's lipstick?
A rather virulent shade of pink. It got me thinking.
In every picture of Melanie, she's wearing very little make-up,
so why would she keep a lipstick in her handbag?
Let alone...
..Tropical Fuchsia.
It's a memory stick?
So, not a complete waste of time...
..hm?
It seems all but certain. That contains the expose.
It's password-protected
and nothing we've tried will crack it.
Well, we just came back from the council office,
where we discovered something rather interesting.
My cousin Monique works there and she told us
the Tourne Media wing is being paid for in full by the council.
And guess who authorised it.
Elmina Blondeau.
It's all starting to make sense.
Garfield buried the story about the toxic pipes,
in return for Elmina funding his vanity project.
Maybe that's the real expose. NEVILLE SNEEZES
Are you all right, sir?
Yes, just a touch of the old sick building syndrome.
I just need to get my... my thermos.
Garfield Tourne Media Wing.
The launch is this afternoon.
I think we should all make an appearance.
Meanwhile, you'll have to excuse me.
NEVILLE SNEEZES, GROANS
How can someone be allergic to a building?
UPBEAT BRASS BAND MUSIC
And so, after 25 years, today is a chance for Saint Marie
to say thank you to a television legend.
You know him as Garfield Tourne.
But to me, he's simply Daddy.
Selwyn Patterson, what a pleasure to see you!
You're looking so well!
Were you acquainted with Melanie Sharpe at all, Ms Blondeau?
Not in the least, no.
Never met her and didn't know a thing about her.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've all heard quite enough
of my voice over the years, so I'll keep this brief.
All I will say is how grateful I am for this exquisite honour.
And it's my great pleasure to announce that, two years from now,
this site will be the Tourne Media Wing.
APPLAUSE
Now, please, enjoy your drinks!
Ah! DI Parker.
Glad you could make it.
Are you all right?
Just a little case of sick building syndrome.
I seem to have developed an allergy to the police station.
Rather unfortunate, given your line of work.
Strikes me you missed a couple of people out in your speech.
I'd have thought the person
who's paying for this wing would get a mention.
The island has generously agreed to fund...
By "the island", you mean the taxpayers.
But it was Elmina Blondeau who authorised the decision, wasn't it?
And remind me - what was it you offered her in return?
I'm not sure I follow. I think you do.
It's a journalist's job to ask difficult questions,
not bury them under funding for a vanity project.
I think that's enough. Everybody's here to enjoy themselves.
Melanie's not... That's enough.
Thank you.
Your detective's a rather peculiar and rude little man, isn't he?
Nevertheless, can you deny the truth of what he's saying?
You funded all this in return for Garfield
burying Melanie's story about you.
Silly girl was sticking her nose where it didn't belong.
So she had to be silenced?
I don't know what you're implying, young man,
but I was on TV when that poor girl died.
We both were - me and Garfield -
so you mind your manners.
Oh... Ah!
Wow. I, erm...
I didn't know you were...
I really, really appreciate you taking me in like this.
And I thought, the least I could do is feed you in return, so...
..come on!
Madame.
I'm sorry, did... Did I do something wrong?
No, no, it's just, erm...
It's been a while since I saw this table laid for two.
Oh.
Once again, I-I can't apologise enough.
Honestly, it was a kind thought.
I've been wondering if I should say something,
but I thought you might not want reminding.
He was your fiance, Patrick? Patrice.
Thank you.
But I hardly need reminding.
Sometimes, it's hard to think of anything else.
It'll be like that for a while, I'm afraid.
You'll get used to carrying his absence with you.
Becomes like an extra limb.
You've lost someone? Yeah. My dad.
When I was 13.
My advice is try and distract yourself.
When Dad died, I made a scale model of HMS Belfast
out of just matchsticks.
A hobby - that's what you need.
You know, I think when you're feeling lost,
it can be tempting to hide yourself away.
But maybe the best thing to do is go out into the world and live.
CATHERINE: Bonsoir, bonsoir! That'll be our dinner.
I thought you were going to...
You don't want to let me loose in your kitchen, trust me.
You saw what I did to the shack. Ah, bonsoir!
Two plates of poulet-frites.
I made sure the chef was careful with the pepper this time.
Catherine, you're a marvel.
Bon appetit!
TYRES SCREECH, ENGINE STOPS
Good morning, detectives.
Sorry to ambush you like this,
but I was just telling my friend Selwyn here
that I had to come and apologise.
For what?
You and I obviously got off on the wrong foot, Inspector.
I know you're just trying to do your job,
but I should have done more to help you before now.
Mr Tourne is inviting you to launch a direct appeal
on his show this morning.
You'd have the whole island's attention.
How can I say no? Fabulous.
STUDIO CHATTER
Hi.
NEVILLE GROANS
Oh, it's hot under these lights, isn't it?
I feel like a baked potato.
That's why I only wear the best cotton shirts.
They keep me cool.
Yeah. It can't be easy, your job,
knowing everyone's out there watching.
And you've got to read everything
it says out loud without tripping over your lines.
You can't just read it out.
The art is to make it sound spontaneous, conversational.
Three, two, one...
Helene Tourne there, reminding us that old dogs can learn new tricks.
Joining me now is Detective Inspector Neville Parker.
Welcome. Thank you.
It's been three days now since our friend and colleague
Melanie Sharpe was murdered, and I know our viewers
are keen to know what progress you've made in the investigation.
Well, Garfield, we're currently working on a number of leads and...
I'm glad to hear it,
because I keep hearing these - I'm sure terribly unfair - rumours
that you're not even close to finding the killer.
Well, no, on... On the contrary,
it's more a case of gathering evidence and building a case...
So there is a method to your madness? Excuse me?
I knew your approach couldn't be as scatter-gun as it looks.
But still, you must have been impeded
by your debilitating condition.
Poor DI Parker is currently suffering from
sick building syndrome.
Is that not right? Er, well, yes...
You're basically allergic to the police station,
which might explain the slow progress of the investigation.
Hang on... You don't seem to be having much luck with buildings.
My friends in the Fire Service tell me that you almost
burnt your house down yesterday through sheer carelessness.
Well, yeah... Well, no...
Reassuring to know that you have such a keen mind.
But before we go, what would you say to Melanie's friends and family
who wonder what exactly you've been doing for the past three days?
Er, well, erm... Yeah, well, I'd...
I'd say, erm...
Thank you, DI Parker.
Coming up next, can too much exercise actually be bad for you?
We'll be right back.
And we are off air.
I don't know, sir. I mean, it could have been worse. How?
If nothing else, perhaps this will convince you
to finally move on from Garfield Tourne. With respect, sir,
why would he bother humiliating me like that unless he felt threatened?
We know he tried to assault Melanie. He colluded with Elmina.
Even his own daughter told us he's a manipulative liar.
And this proves he was at Melanie's house the morning of her murder.
Unless we can explain how he killed her while he was on air,
then we have no case.
Yeah.
Whoa! A sauna?
I was doing a broadcast about the crabs taking over Crescent Bay.
Five minutes, Benny!
We all know where the real power is.
He does all the hiring and firing.
The art is to make it sound spontaneous.
It's the biggest story I've ever worked on. It's going to blow up.
She was always talking about patriarchy.
GARFIELD: Where are you today, Helene?
Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay to investigate the rumours
the crab population is taking over.
JP, I need that USB memory lipstick. Er, yeah.
HE CHUCKLES There it is. The real expose.
Melanie Sharpe was an ambitious young journalist
who came to Saint Marie looking for a fresh start.
But six months later, when she picked the wrong target
for an expose, she was brutally murdered.
The postmortem showed that she was strangled by a man -
and this button gave me a gut feeling early on
about who that man might be.
But how could Garfield Tourne possibly be the killer,
when at 9.30, the moment Melanie died, he was live on air?
It was this trusty item that inspired the solution -
James Dewar's timeless invention.
Simple and ingenious, much like your plan,
because it was indeed you who killed Melanie, Mr Tourne.
What are you talking about?
Well, often, when a pathologist wants to establish a time of death,
they go by body temperature.
A dead body cools very quickly,
unless, of course, you can find a way to keep that body warm.
Fortunately for you,
Melanie the health fanatic had a sauna in her house.
We know the morning of the murder,
you arrived at the studios at 7am as usual...
Morning, Benny!
..before going to your dressing room.
But at some point in the next 30 minutes,
you discreetly dashed out of the back door
and drove to Melanie's house.
I imagine she was quite surprised to see you.
But not long after you persuaded her to let you in,
you set about brutally murdering her.
SHE YELPS
As she fought for her life, Melanie ripped a button off
one of your handmade Italian shirts - not that you noticed.
Then you placed her body in the sauna...
..to keep it warm for the next two hours.
You swiped the laptop, did your best to make it look like a break-in,
and then snuck back into the studio without anyone noticing -
all just in time to kick off your show at 8.00.
Coming up, we'll be showing you new ways to cook plantain.
But if Melanie was already dead by 8.00,
then how come she was alive and jogging 90 minutes later
when Benny arrived to pick her up?
Five minutes, Benny!
Because Benny didn't see Melanie at all.
He saw Garfield's accomplice.
The person who helped him cook up this entire story...
..Helene Tourne.
That's impossible.
I was on the other side of the island, live on air.
Check the tape.
Oh, yes, the tape. I'm glad you mentioned that, actually.
Where are you today, Helene?
Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay to investigate...
Right, now, if you look at this clock in the corner,
this went out at 9.15.
But take a closer look at the flowers.
Hm? Ipomoea sagittata.
Those petals only close in the afternoon.
At 9:15am, they should be open.
That's why they're called morning glory.
The truth is, at 9.15 that morning, you were nowhere near Crescent Bay.
Which put me in mind of something your dad said about the autocue.
You can't just read it out.
The art is to make it sound spontaneous, conversational.
Even if it's nothing of the sort.
Er, that's my camera.
Er, yes. We seized it from your car boot about 30 minutes ago.
Where are you today, Helene?
ON VIDEO: Today, Dad, I'm at Crescent Bay to investigate rumours
that the crab population is taking over.
That sounds like a story you can really get your claws into!
Over to you! It was three months ago when fishermen first got...
You taped your side of the conversation
the afternoon before the murder.
It was carefully scripted to sell the illusion it was happening live.
Don't say anything. She's delusional.
It was all his idea.
You didn't have to go through with it.
And yet, she did.
After you put Melanie's body in the sauna,
I imagine you let Helene into the house just before you left.
All she had to do was dress in a spare set
of Melanie's running clothes,
run round the corner to her car and hit play on the pre-recorded tape.
Before running back to the house,
knowing that Benny would be there at 9.30 to witness "Melanie"
apparently still alive.
I don't think she's home. Five minutes, Benny!
Hold the phone. Here she come now.
After that, all you had to do was take Melanie's body
out of the sauna, heave it across to the pool,
and then start calling for help.
Help! Help me, please! Hang on, Melanie!
I'm coming!
Well, hopefully that takes care of the how.
The question remains, why?
It all comes down to that expose.
We know that relations soured between you and Melanie
when you gave her a lift home from the Christmas party.
Get off me! Stay away from me, you pig!
You insisted Melanie had over-reacted...
I misread her signals. That's all.
..but your own daughter told us you're a serial cheat...
I know what kind of man my father is.
I've seen what he put my mother through.
..and Melanie was far from the first person
to receive your unwanted advances.
We were struck by the high turnover of runners at the studio...
Most only last a few months.
..especially - with no disrespect -
since Benny managed to last a whole year.
But, as Henri told us, you were the one who did the hiring and firing.
It was only when I realised exactly who Melanie was trying to take down
that I finally managed to crack this memory stick.
HE CHUCKLES
And suddenly, it all made sense.
I called the names on Melanie's list,
and all of them have the same three things in common.
They were all women,
they'd all worked as runners at the studio,
and they were all victims
of your sexual harassment.
Of course, the moment they complained,
you'd have them sacked and then paid off to keep schtum -
not that it would have made any difference.
Who would ever believe the word of a runner
over that of a national treasure?
I'll tell you who. Melanie Sharpe.
She was putting together a devastating expose.
She wanted to make sure she was the last woman
to suffer your unwanted attentions.
She wanted the whole world to see the true face of Garfield Tourne.
I imagine it was Helene that tipped you off.
Even though she'd have had every sympathy with her friend,
she knew that your ruin would end her career.
I know what the Tourne brand is worth.
Melanie could never have guessed that your warning to her,
the day before she died...
You have to stop this.
..was actually you giving her one last chance to save her own life.
Bravo, Inspector.
It's just a shame that nobody on the island
will ever take your word over mine.
Luckily, they don't have to.
They've been watching this, live on TV.
Cameras are still rolling, aren't they, Benny?
They certainly are.
Time to sign off, Mr Tourne - for good.
I'm so glad you returned, DS Cassell.
This place hasn't been the same without you.
I only hope we can persuade you to stay.
Thank you, sir, but I really don't need convincing.
Er, Commissioner?
SIGHS: Look, I... I just meant to say...
Those things that I said earlier... Perfectly valid.
The ability to speak truth to power is a crucial skill
for any police sergeant.
So you were testing me?
Just, let's say, I'm glad to know you hold your officers
to such high standards.
PHONE RINGS
Ah! Ruby.
At last! Let's hope she's about to board a plane.
Nothing! Not so much as a twinge.
How did you do it? Well, sir...
Yesterday, I noticed something on your chair - a white hair.
And that gave me an idea.
So after you'd gone home, I came back here and waited.
Turns out we have a secret visitor.
And Madame Fossier is extremely grateful to have Rene back -
so much so, she insisted that I go round for tea
so Rene can thank me in person.
Mystery solved.
It won't surprise you to learn that I'm allergic to all cats,
apart from Russian Blues, Siberians and Bengals.
Evidently...
..Ruby is enjoying Paris so much,
she's decided to extend her stay indefinitely.
So it looks as if you and I shall be working together
for the foreseeable, Sergeant Hooper.
To Florence Cassell.
It's good to have you back where you belong, Sarge.
It's good to be back.
Thanks for your hospitality these last few days.
Apparently the damage to the shack is only superficial,
so you should be getting your sofa back pretty soon.
You'll be glad to have your own space again,
even if it won't have any of your things in it.
I was thinking about what you said the other night, and...
..you have a point.
This could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
I know I'm somewhat inclined to stay in my comfort zone. Well...
Well, perhaps a little bit, yeah.
But you've made me take a look at myself these last few days.
And I realise I've not made much of an effort
to participate in island life.
But I want to do better.
Well, maybe I could help.
You told me I need a hobby, so...
Thank you. I'd be really grateful.
Chicken and chips.
One step at a time, eh?
Rome wasn't built in a day.
Don't worry, his type'll be extinct soon enough.
I thought your plan was to participate more in island life.
The Saint Marie Crab Festival?
We lead a very quiet life here.
My son, he's sensitive.
This could be a site of global importance!
Help me!
I used to be something of an amateur archaeologist myself.
Ah! They're alive! HE SCREAMS
The islanders take this competition extremely seriously.
Marlon Pryce. I'm here about a murder.
Hey!