Death In Paradise (2011) s07e05 Episode Script
Series 7, Episode 5
1 Finn, I'm going to the auction at the yacht club now.
- Are you sure you won't come? - Positive.
Fine.
I'll see you later.
The dance represents an offering to Baron Leve.
Who is this Baron fella? - He's the master of the dead during Fete Mouri.
- Tu vois? That's Baron Leve over there.
- Oh, right.
- The infamous top hat and skull face.
Fantastic.
Dwayne! Everything OK? You look haunted.
It's Darlene.
She's got her niece staying with her for the whole week.
- This is a bad thing? - You haven't met her, chief.
Uncle Dwayne, can I have a coconut ice? How can I possibly say no to you, Elise? And after, can we join the parade, please, Uncle Dwayne? Of course we can! I don't suppose you've seen Dwayne? That way.
There you go, sir.
So tell me more about this Baron Leve.
Is he somebody I should be scared of? Oh, I'd say so, sir.
On Fete Mouri, it's claimed he returns to the living world in search of a companion to join him in the afterlife.
Whoo! Ca va? Hello.
Selwyn, old boy.
So pleased you could make it.
Delighted to be here, Hugh.
Always happy to support local charities.
Oh, indeed.
I really must get you aboard the boat this year.
Don't worry, we won't do anything so vulgar as sailing it.
Let me get you a drink.
Rum, comme d'habitude, for our noble officer of the law, please, Antoine.
I'm so glad you could make it.
- Ah, Catherine! - Charlotte! - Lovely to see you.
- Thank you for inviting me.
I feel honoured to be here.
Nonsense, we're the honoured ones.
Having the mayor herself to host our auction.
I just hope I raise enough money.
Oh, you've no worries there.
We're a generous lot at the yacht club.
Hugh, sweetie.
Have you seen Daisy? She and Finn really ought to be here by now.
Not seen hide nor hair of her since this morning.
Hi, Catherine.
Let's go and look at the prizes.
So, Dwayne, what happened to Elise? Darlene's taken her home for dinner.
Thank goodness.
You know, sometimes I don't really think I've earned my evening beer.
But this one? - Most definitely.
- Excuse me.
- You're the police, right? - Can we help you at all? It's my wife.
I think she's been murdered.
I saw a message had been left on my answerphone, so I played it.
It was Daisy, and .
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something's happened to her, something awful.
'Message received, Thursday, 1st February, 2018, at 4.
57pm.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! How could someone do that to her? Well, we don't know anything for certain yet.
Do you have any idea where Daisy was supposed to be this afternoon? At the yacht club.
She's a member.
There was some charity event on there.
And so when was the last time you saw her? Just after four.
That's when she left for the club.
And apart from this message left at 4.
57pm, did you hear from her or see her after that? No.
I assumed she was at the clubhouse enjoying herself.
Right.
If Mrs Anderson was last seen heading for the yacht club, then we start the search there.
Dwayne, JP.
Finn, I want you to wait here until we have some news.
DS Cassell will stay with you and look after you, OK? Sold to Charlotte Hamilton for 1,000.
Now on to our next lot, a course of private lessons with the yacht club's own sailing instructor Adam Warner.
Adam, where are you? I'll open the bidding myself.
200.
300.
400.
Excuse me, Commissioner.
- Inspector? - I'm sorry to bother you.
Can you spare a minute? Come on.
Ten .
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11 Daisy Anderson? - I know her.
- We believe someone attacked her with a knife.
Selwyn, what's going on? It's Daisy.
We're concerned something may have happened to her, but, as far as we're aware, she didn't make it to the auction.
No, although I'm sure someone said they saw her car parked out at the front.
Of course.
It's locked.
If her car's here, in theory, she must be as well.
OK, let's search the place.
Dwayne, JP, you take inside.
Commissioner, if you wouldn't mind pitching in with the troops, - perhaps we could search the grounds.
- Glad to be of help, Inspector.
Inspector! It's Daisy Anderson.
DS Cassell.
Oh, I see.
I'll let him know.
I'm really sorry.
We don't need a postmortem to tell us she was stabbed.
Single stroke to the chest.
One and a half inch blade, by the looks of things.
Non-serrated.
Defensive wounds to her forearms would suggest she put up some sort of a fight.
Poor girl.
Make-up, car keys, mobile phone.
Last call was made this afternoon to Finn.
4.
57? Yeah.
Tallies with the message left on his answerphone.
We were all inside taking part in the auction then.
So if she did scream for help, that's why nobody heard her.
She probably reached for her phone in desperation.
This little posy, I saw others wearing it at the carnival.
Is it a Fete Mouri thing? It's from a plant called jatropha.
It's meant to ward off evil beings.
Hang on.
There's something wedged behind the flowers.
A butterfly.
May I? I'm something of a lepidopterist.
Butterflies.
A hobby of mine since childhood.
- Oh.
- It's a Pieridae, a yellow passion.
But it shouldn't be here.
- What do you mean, sir? - I mean, it shouldn't be anywhere.
The yellow passion emerges from the chrysalis in early summer.
It lives about six weeks.
It would have died six months ago.
Well, then, why was it lodged in the victim's clothing? Inspector, this is Hugh Davenport, chairman here at the yacht club.
And this is Charlotte Hamilton, club secretary and treasurer.
Please, don't worry, I'm going to try and keep this as brief as possible.
Finn, could I trouble you to go over Mrs Anderson's movements this afternoon just one more time? OK.
Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club around three, showered, got changed, left again just after four.
And how was she, in good spirits? Yeah, I suppose.
- She was fine.
- Nothing out of the ordinary about her behaviour? Daisy seemed really upbeat when she was with us at the club earlier.
The three of us spent the morning preparing the function room.
And Finn, if you don't mind me asking, why did you not want to come with her this afternoon? This place, it's not really my scene, you know? So you went to the festival in town instead? Must've got there around half four.
Had a beer at Ziggy's bar.
Which is where you picked up the answerphone message? Yeah.
That's when I came to find you guys.
Can any of you think of a reason why someone might want to do this to Daisy? I mean, she hardly knew anyone on the island.
Just her mates at the club.
Finn and Daisy moved here less than a year ago.
That's why Daisy joined the club, to make new friends.
Must have been someone got into the club, don't you think? Yeah.
I suppose it must.
Thank you.
Well, thanks for your cooperation.
I really do appreciate your help at this sensitive time.
I almost forgot -- did Daisy have anything at all to do with butterflies, - collect them or anything? - No.
- Why? - It's probably nothing.
Ah, chief, the crime scene's been processed and the body's been released.
Good stuff.
JP, did you get to search Mrs Anderson's car? - Yes, I did.
- Find anything that might lead to our killer? Well, the only thing I found is this.
It was shoved in the back of the glove box.
It's from Boutique Fleur.
Probably means it's expensive.
Well, I'll have to take your word for it.
Let's get it back to the station.
There's nothing else you'd like us to do now, chief? I'm afraid so, Dwayne.
There are 40 plus guests waiting to have their statements taken and - photographs.
- So we won't be getting back to the festival any time soon, - then? - Sorry, not a chance.
Inspector.
If there's nothing else you need him for, I've said Mr Anderson can go home now.
Of course.
Thanks again.
Can I see her? I'll do it.
Florence, how was he, Finn, you know, when you broke the news? As you'd expect, devastated.
Just something about him.
It's been bothering me ever since he came up to us at Catherine's bar.
It's what he said - It's my wife.
- That he thought his wife had been murdered.
- And? - Well, up to that point, he didn't know for sure that she had been murdered, did he? The thing is, in the phone message that we listened to, you could hear Daisy being attacked, but there was nothing definite to say she was dead.
Well, maybe he made an assumption.
Yeah, but do you not find that relatives tend to cling to the idea that their loved ones are still alive? They're not willing to entertain the possibility that they might be dead.
- Almost always the case.
- That's true.
So why was Finn so ready to leap to the conclusion that his wife had been murdered? You think he knew she was already dead? I'm just saying, in my book, it's suspicious.
Harry? Your breakfast, it's on the table.
Harry? Come on.
Stop your messing.
I know you're here somewhere.
Not like you not to eat your breakfast.
Ah, there you are.
He's definitely a bit green around the gills.
Isn't he supposed to be that colour, being he's a lizard? I suppose he does look a bit - Peaky? - Exactly, sir, yes, peaky.
Well, listen, let's keep him here under observation, and if the symptoms get worse We will put the little fella out of his misery.
No, Dwayne, we'll take him to the vet.
- Vet? - In the meantime, we've got a murder case to solve.
He's going to take a lizard to the vet? I've seen everything now.
Now, yesterday, just after four o'clock, Daisy Anderson left her house and drove to the Saint Marie yacht club .
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to attend their Fete Mouri charity auction.
Now, at 4.
57 exactly, a message was left from her mobile onto her husband's answerphone, and in it she was heard being attacked by someone with a knife.
Her body was then discovered by the commissioner and myself, at 6.
15 of the same evening.
So, between leaving her house here and being stabbed here, something drew our victim's attention to the yacht club lookout point.
Now, our job is to work out who lured poor Daisy Anderson to her death.
So, Dwayne, what do we have so far on our victim? 32 years of age, originally from Wiltshire.
Now, up until two years ago, she was working as a personal trainer.
That's how she met her husband.
He was a member of a gym she was working at.
- Finn Anderson.
- The man's really rich.
He created a download game.
It was so popular that just over a year ago he sold it to a social media company for £7 million.
Seven million for a game? The world's gone bonkers, JB.
Finn and Daisy got married when he sold the company and moved to the island shortly after that.
Now, her millionaire husband is our only suspect so far.
But he claims he was in Ziggy's bar at the time of the murder.
Well, we went to Ziggy's bar early in the morning, sir, and we can confirm that Finn was seen arriving at the bar at 4.
30pm.
And was seen leaving, looking worried, just before 5.
30pm.
- You're sure about this? - 100% positive.
100%.
That's pretty conclusive.
So, if Finn Anderson was seen at a bar in Honore between 4.
30pm to 5.
30, well, then he couldn't very well have killed his wife at the yacht club two miles away at 4.
57pm, could he? So, if it wasn't Finn who killed her, it must have been one of the witnesses we questioned last night.
No way.
We interviewed over 40 people in that room and not one of them said they saw anybody leave.
Well, what about CCTV? Well, there's one camera in reception.
I checked the footage but it doesn't even show the entrance of the function room.
Right.
Well, why don't you lads head over to Mr and Mrs Anderson's house and see what you can find there? - Yes, chief.
- Yes, sir.
- Sarge.
- Well, Florence.
- What's the story? - The bracelet JP found in the victim's car.
- What about it? - It was obviously a gift and it's very expensive.
So, why was it just pushed to the back of the glove compartment? - Like it was unwanted.
- Exactly.
So, I went to Boutique Fleur and asked them to give me all the details they had for the sale of the bracelet.
- And? - It was sold two weeks ago for 395 to a guy called Adam Warner.
Adam Warner.
Adam Warner.
Here.
He's the club sailing instructor.
Yeah.
So what's he doing giving one of its female members 400 pieces of jewellery? I mean, I suppose.
Yeah, there was a brief dalliance - of sorts between myself and Mrs Anderson.
- Dalliance.
And what does that mean, playing footsie under the table? We slept together.
A handful of times or so.
It was a physical thing, you know, no more than that.
So, why the expensive present? Just being gentlemanly, I suppose.
Look, I admit, I liked Daisy.
She was a good sort.
But we both knew what we were doing was never going to last.
- I'm not sure I believe you, Adam.
- I don't know what you mean.
I mean, I just find it hard to believe that a young man like yourself, earning what, 200 a week - 210, actually.
- I stand corrected.
Would spend half his monthly salary on a gift for a lady unless he had very strong feelings for the said lady.
All right, yeah.
I did have feelings for Daisy.
She wasn't like the other members, banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
I thought she felt the same about me.
Until I gave her that.
Her face when she opened it.
She wasn't impressed? Told me there and then it was over between us, that we'd obviously got crossed wires.
Felt like I'd made a total fool of myself.
Tell me, when was this exactly? A couple of weeks ago.
She switched instructors the next day after that, she just blanked me.
Must have hurt.
Made you angry.
Sorry? You don't think I did it, do you? You wouldn't be the first to kill someone over a broken heart.
So, our victim had an affair, albeit a short-lived one.
Finn never mentioned that, did he? - Maybe he didn't know.
- Or maybe he did.
Had a feeling he was hiding something, perhaps it's the fact he had motive.
We need to talk to him.
Now, is it me or did Mr Davenport run off like a scalded cat - at the sight of us? - I'll see if I can find out what he was up to.
Hi.
I'm a police officer, investigating Sir? Mr Davenport was asking the receptionist for yesterday's recordings from the CCTV camera.
Did she say why he wanted them? Just that he seemed really keen to get his hands on the discs.
I thought it might be worth taking a look.
Good idea.
Come on, let's go and see what Finn Anderson has to say for himself.
You don't mind, do you? No, no, you dig in, there.
Looks lovely.
- Would you like a slice? - Are you sure you don't mind? All right.
So, we were just wondering, can you tell us how were things between yourself and your wife over the past couple of months? I think we can take it from that pause that things weren't exactly rosy.
No.
I mean, we were having a rough patch.
- You were arguing? - Sometimes.
What about? I'm not very outgoing, you know.
I just like staying in, playing computer games and stuff.
I think she felt she sometimes wanted a bit more from life.
And tell me now, Finn, do you think that's why your wife started sleeping with another man? A-ha! You see, you hesitated again.
You gave yourself away, which tells me you already knew.
She told me a few days ago, said she was sorry but that maybe it was a wake-up call that we needed to make some changes in our marriage.
- And what did you say? - I agreed.
We both needed to try harder.
Then why did you not mention this yesterday? I guess it didn't cross my mind.
You know it wasn't me, right? I was in a bar when Daisy was killed.
We know, we already checked.
Do you think maybe I should take his temperature? There must be a thermometer in the first aid kit.
Do you even know what a lizard's temperature is supposed to be? Fair point, Florence.
Where would I stick it? Maybe I'll just give him some fresh water.
Good idea.
If he's still like this by the end of the day, we'll take him to the vet.
All right, let's stick our suspect number two up on the whiteboard.
Though after speaking to Finn Anderson again, I'm even more convinced that he's our man.
But if it's him, we still have no idea how he was able to stab Daisy at the yacht club.
When he was seen at the exact time it happened in a bar full of people.
And if it wasn't him, then how could anyone else have done it when the rest of our suspects were seen at the auction when it happened? Oh, sir.
The CCTV from the club reception.
Ah, yes.
JP, we believe there's something on it that Hugh Davenport doesn't want us to see.
We just don't know what.
OK.
I'll go through it.
And go back as far as you can on the day of the murder, we know that Hugh and Daisy were there together getting the club ready.
I'll help Dwayne sort through the items we recovered from the victim's study.
Great.
And while you're at that, I think I'll pay a visit to our local mayor.
She knows who's who at the yacht club.
So, as host of the auction, I'd take it you'd a good view of the room, seeing who was coming or going.
- Yes.
- I was on stage through the whole thing.
Sold, 25! I could see everyone.
Right.
And did anyone leave the room between the time the auction started at 4.
30pm and when we turned up? No-one.
There was something I wanted to tell you about, though.
About Daisy Anderson.
Oh, yes? Two weeks ago, Daisy was alone at the bar, going over some papers.
It's so hot today.
She ordered a drink, and was asking me what I knew - about a charity called - Project Saint Marie.
I told her I'd never heard of it.
She looked puzzled.
Said I must have got it wrong.
But it's part of my job as mayor to be across all the island charities and there's no such thing as Project Saint Marie.
And what would this have to do with the yacht club? I saw that the papers she was going over had the club logo at the top.
Daisy saw I'd noticed and covered them up.
What sort of papers, could you tell? It looked like they were from the club's accounts.
And Daisy was definitely troubled? Very.
Saint Marie National Bank never heard of Project Saint Marie, let alone have an account registered in that name.
What about the cooperative? They have a business account, set up two years ago in that name, receives 1,000 a month in untaxed donations.
It's not a registered charity on the island? It's basically a cover for the account holder's personal finance.
They are funnelling money from the yacht club into their own account under the pretence of charitable donations.
Whose name is the account in? Wait for it.
Club secretary and treasurer, Charlotte Hamilton no less.
Afternoon, Inspector.
Afternoon, Mrs Hamilton.
Very impressive.
Do you have a moment? Yes, of course.
How can I help? Well, might be better if we went inside.
I see.
Well, do come in.
Lovely place you've got here.
- Thank you.
- Takes some upkeep, I imagine.
Well, I have help.
And I've lived in this house ever since I moved to the island with my husband, so there's a fair few memories I'm not quite ready to let go of.
And when did he pass away, your husband, if you don't mind me asking? Four years ago.
Cancer.
Sorry about that.
So, did he not leave you much in his inheritance, then? - I beg your pardon? - It's just .
.
I've been trying to work out why you're fleecing the yacht club.
For what is it, 1,000 every month? What on earth are you talking about? Does Project Saint Marie mean anything to you? I imagine you might prefer something a little stronger.
Yes, I think I rather would, do you mind? - I don't suppose you - No, you're grand.
May I ask how you found out? Mrs Anderson was seen studying the club accounts and overheard asking questions about Project Saint Marie.
You were right about my husband.
He was a banker.
Liked taking risks, ended up taking one too many.
He left me with very little.
Which is why you stole money from the club.
I didn't st I didn't think anyone would notice.
I'm the treasurer, so I oversee where all the money is allocated.
Nobody has ever shown the least interest.
But then Mrs Henderson did.
As soon as Daisy arrived, she threw herself into everything to do with the club.
Including its charity work? Yeah.
Could you not just have got yourself a job? Doing what? I have a reputation to uphold, I'm the club's secretary, its treasurer.
People respect me.
I can hardly be seen manning the checkout in the local minimart.
I assume Daisy finding out the truth had you worried.
Could be charged with theft, fraud.
I was go Well, I am going to pay all the money back.
I'm selling what I can.
Paintings, furniture.
It's why I was washing down the speedboat.
I admit, I haven't acted with much dignity this past couple of years.
But I can assure you I haven't sunk to the depths of committing murder in order to solve my financial problems.
And then there were three.
Charlotte Hamilton, Adam Warner and Finn Anderson.
They all have motives.
And all of them have alibis.
Adam and Charlotte were inside the clubhouse.
And Finn was at a bar in town.
Which means none of them could have done it, - so if it wasn't one of them, then who? - And why? Why did Daisy Henderson have to die yesterday? And while we're asking questions with unfathomable answers, can someone also tell me what this little chap was doing at our crime scene? I went online and the commissioner was right.
This type of butterfly should have been deep in hibernation.
Or whatever it is butterflies do.
So what was it doing tucked under our victim's posy of flowers? Sir, I've got something for you.
OK.
I've been checking through the CCTV at the reception, like you asked, and just before one o'clock, Hugh and Daisy can be seen leaving.
Just before they go, they stop and talk for a moment.
Look.
Whatever he said, she clearly didn't like it, at all.
Chief, if it's any help, my Auntie Jean has been hearing impaired since birth but she's a real dab hand at reading lips.
Really? And do you think she'd be up for looking at the footage for us? Help solve a murder case? She'd be over the moon.
Great.
Well, first thing tomorrow, we'll see if Dwayne's Auntie Jean can work out exactly what Hugh said to upset Daisy Anderson.
Until then, I say we call it a day.
Goodbye.
OK, Harry.
Enough's enough.
Time to get you to the vet's.
You're not coming, Dwayne? I might stay a while, do some paperwork, you know? What? Dwayne.
Look, if I give it an hour or so before I go over to Darlene's house, Elise will be asleep which means I don't have to spend any time with her, OK? OK.
- Coming.
- I'm really sorry I couldn't get here earlier, Darlene.
I'm afraid we've got a really demanding murder investigation going on.
Here.
Sounds like you earned this.
Thank you.
Wait, you're not joining me? I need something a bit stronger.
Oh.
Everything all right? I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night.
Elise kept waking up with nightmares.
I think taking her to Fete Mouri wasn't the best idea.
Auntie Darlene .
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I can't sleep, I'm scared.
Oh, darling.
Why don't you go back to bed? I will come read you a story, OK? Go on.
Look.
If Elise is scared, and you're tired, why don't I go in there and tell her the story and you stay here and finish your rum, hmm? - You sure? - Of course.
I mean, who better than Officer Dwayne Myers to go in and reassure her? So when Carlton got back to the hideout on the beach, he saw Beatrice was there waiting for him.
And she did not look happy.
Elise, your Auntie Darlene tells me you've been having some nightmares.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Well, let me tell you a real story.
When I was young, and I had a bad dream, I would draw a picture of whatever was frightening me.
Fold the paper over, and throw it into the bin.
And if I did that, all the bad thoughts would go away, guaranteed.
So, if you ever have another bad dream, you do that.
- OK? - OK.
Where were we? "There you are," said Beatrice! "I've been waiting here all day.
" - Morning, sir.
- Morning, Florence.
How did things go at the vet's? He said Harry's definitely not well.
And I did the right thing bringing him in.
The thing about lizards, they're small and fragile.
If anything goes wrong, well, not much you can do.
Anyway, he's kept Harry in overnight, said he'd call me this morning and let me know what's happening.
I'm sorry, sir.
Just can't believe I mean, he's just a lizard, for Pete's sake.
Maybe he's more than that.
Like it or not, perhaps Harry's become a part of your new life here.
Maybe.
All I know is sitting here moping's not going to help.
So come on, let's see what Dwayne's Auntie Jean's got for us.
Amazing, Auntie.
JP, how are we getting on? Auntie Jean is basically amazing.
She managed to tell us everything that Hugh Davenport said to Mrs Anderson on the CCTV footage.
Brilliant, does it give us anything? If you ask me, sir, Mr Davenport is a nasty piece of work.
- How so? - Well, we think he was blackmailing Daisy.
You see, he'd somehow found out about her affair with Adam Warner.
Said he'd tell her husband unless, and I quote, "We can come to some kind of arrangement.
" - Meaning? - Well, he says it while he was stroking her cheek.
I think he was blackmailing her to sleep with him, sir.
Creepy old lech.
We need to talk to him.
Here, give these to Auntie Jean.
Auntie.
You're after these, I believe, Mr Davenport.
I thought I'd just check to see if there was any sign of who might have killed Mrs Anderson.
So it wasn't because you wanted to destroy the evidence of your conversation with Daisy the day she was killed? Conversation? We We spoke about quite a bit that day.
About club stuff and such.
The conversation in which you promised not to reveal Mrs Anderson's affair with Alan Warner in return for sexual favours.
Ringing any bells, Hugh? You make it sound so sordid.
You know, when I came out to the Caribbean? 1974.
I was chief engineer for the oilfields off the coast of Trinidad and Tobago.
By the time I retired, I was rich.
But I had never stopped to find someone to share my life with.
And here was a young woman you thought you could manipulate.
She wasn't blameless.
She was the one that was sleeping around.
OK.
So it's her own fault she was blackmailed? It wasn't blackmail.
No? Threatening to reveal her secret if she didn't do your grubby bidding, what was it? Well, I wasn't going to go through with it, was I? I was just trying it on, that's all.
Tell me, Hugh, what did she say when she left here, at the end of the conversation? - What do you mean? - I mean, did she threaten to tell the club officials or go to the police? Do you mean, did she say something that might give me reason - to murder her? - Yeah.
- Don't be ridiculous.
She told me where to go, that's about the sum of it.
And just to be clear, as she walked away, I just thought to myself, "Well, there goes another one.
" Mr Davenport is clearly a horrible person, but I don't think he sees what he did as wrong, so would he commit murder over it? Sir? Sorry, Florence, I was listening.
And I quite agree, I don't think he has a clue how appallingly he's behaved.
What is it, sir, something's bothering you? There's a gap in our timeline.
I don't know why I didn't pick up on it before.
- What do you mean? - Well, the CCTV of Hugh and Daisy's conversation shows her leaving the clubhouse at 1pm Daisy! .
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on the day of her murder.
But when we questioned Finn the same day, he told us Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club around three.
That's a whole two hours unaccounted for.
You're right, sir.
- So where did she go? - I mean, it could be anywhere on the island.
Sat nav.
OK, let's see.
Here we go.
Recent destinations.
The last journey programmed in.
Four minutes past one, two days ago.
Just when she was leaving the yacht club after speaking with Hugh.
Hugh Davenport.
35 Rue Dauphin, mean anything? Let me find out.
Here we are, 35 Rue Dauphin is a business address, Johnson & Bird.
They're a solicitors who specialise in family law.
So Daisy Anderson went to see a solicitor the afternoon she was killed? A visit to a solicitor specialising in family law when her own marriage wasn't in the best of nick? Well, it's got to be filing for divorce.
You wait right there, OK? Dwayne.
Huh? Darlene, what you doing here? I was clearing out Elise's room .
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when I find this in her bin.
I think I know why she's been having these nightmares.
JP.
Wasn't Daisy Anderson wearing a black and white dress - when she was murdered? - Mm.
It also looks a hell of a lot like Finn.
Now, Elise, you're sure this is what you saw? And it was here in the town when when the big festival was going on? I'd run and hid from Uncle Dwayne because I wanted a coconut ice.
And then you saw a man looking like this and he was holding a knife up to a lady looking like this? You're being so brave, Elise.
Now, my last question, Elise, and then I'm sure your Auntie Darlene is going to buy you the biggest coconut ice you've ever seen.
Can you remember where this happened? Right, let's spread out.
Sir.
JP, do your thing.
Yeah, it's blood, sir.
So potentially this is where Daisy Anderson was killed.
And it looks like you were right, it was Finn who did it.
Dwayne, JP, I want samples of this blood sent to the lab ASAP.
But if the murder happened here and Elise witnessed it just before she was taken home at half three .
.
that's an hour and a half before the voice message was left, when we heard Daisy being killed.
I know, I can't figure it out either.
But if we've got the time of death wrong, and it was earlier than we thought, well, then, that means Finn Anderson no longer has an alibi.
It means he could have done it after all.
What do you mean you've got a witness who saw me do it? Someone saw you stabbing Daisy Anderson in an alleyway in Honore - at 3.
30 two days ago.
- That's impossible.
Her body was found at the yacht club and it was three minutes to five.
We've also found evidence of blood in an alleyway, which we're convinced will prove to be Daisy's.
And there's something else we found.
Yeah, it's been a busy old day for us, Finn.
Daisy was filing for divorce.
- I didn't know that.
- You see, you did it again, you paused.
If you want us to believe you didn't know, you need to come straight out with it, really sell it to us, like this is the first time you heard any mention of divorce.
Now, I'll tell you what I think happened, and you feel free to tell me if I've got it right or wrong.
I think Daisy didn't leave your house at four, as you suggested.
I think it was earlier than that.
Some time around three.
But something stopped her.
And I'll hazard a guess that she decided to come back, as you two had unfinished business.
Now, we know things have been strained between you.
A lot of arguing.
Daisy had an affair.
And that afternoon she'd gone to a solicitor to discuss divorce.
And according to him, she said she was going to speak to you about it the same day.
And I imagine you probably didn't want to.
You probably knew what was coming.
So you walked out of there, insisting you were going to the festival.
But Daisy came with you.
She forced you to listen to what she had to say.
Finn! It's over.
OK? It's over.
And I imagine you didn't take too kindly to hearing that Daisy was leaving you.
Because there's one thing I've come to learn about you, Finn, you don't like not having things your own way.
On top of which, if Daisy did leave you, she'd take a share of your £7 million.
I can imagine that made you angry.
So in the heat of the moment, you got your hands on a knife.
And when you were out of sight from the crowds, you stabbed your wife.
What are you do? Killing her stone dead.
So, Finn, am I right? If it was me and I stabbed her in that alleyway, explain this -- how come she was found at the yacht club? I assume you moved her body.
In the middle of Honore on the day of the festival.
You guys were there, you saw the place, it was heaving.
How did I manage to take a body across the street and into a boot of a car and not get caught? I don't know what it was that your witness saw, but it wasn't me killing Daisy.
From the start, one suspect has been the main focus of our attention, - Finn Anderson.
- He's lied to us more than once.
We know Daisy had betrayed him and was also about to abandon him.
He's steeped in motive.
On top of which we have a witness who claims she saw him stabbing Daisy during the festival in Honore.
So why haven't we arrested him, then? Because if Finn murdered his wife at the festival in Honore at 3.
30, then we still have no idea how he managed to move the body two miles across the island to the yacht club.
And there's something else I've realised doesn't make any sense.
The answerphone message, where we hear Daisy being stabbed.
- What about it? - Well, there's no noise in the background.
If the murder took place in town, we would have heard the festival going on! You're right, sir, we would.
I'll get it, sir.
So if Daisy wasn't killed at the festival by Finn, then it must have happened at the yacht club, which brings us back to the three members we've found so far - who have motives.
- Sir, it's the vet.
Hello.
Oh.
Yeah.
OK.
Thank you.
He's on the mend.
They still have no idea what was wrong with him, it was touch and go there for a while.
My little fella fought it off and he pulled through.
- That's a relief.
- Yeah, that's great news, sir.
Oh, yes, and the little lizard gets to fight another day.
Hooray! The little lizard lives to fight another day.
I just said that.
He fought it off and pulled through.
Are you all right, sir? But that's what happens at the Fete Mouri, isn't it? The dead come back to life, don't they? Of course they do.
I don't know why it's taken me so long to realise it.
Get off! And she valued our friendship.
You make it sound so sordid.
She wasn't like the other members, banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
Are you OK, sir? You know who did it? Florence, I do.
And what's more, I know where they did it.
OK, so which one was it, sir? Was Daisy Anderson murdered in the alleyway in the town during the festival or up at the yacht club? Neither, JP.
It happened somewhere else entirely.
Tradition has it that the leaves of the Jatropha plant carry mystic powers to ward off evil spirits.
Now sadly this old Saint Marie custom is no more than folklore, a myth, because despite wearing this, someone who's sitting here right now plunged the knife deep into Daisy Anderson's heart and killed her.
So which one of you did it? At every turn during this investigation, the evidence we uncovered kept bringing us back to Finn.
First it was the fact that he neglected to tell us about Daisy's infidelity.
But then we discovered that Daisy had been to see a solicitor and told Finn she wanted a divorce.
Yes, and the final nail in his coffin, we found a witness, who saw him attack Daisy with a knife in an alleyway in Honore during the recent festivities.
Except if Finn was the man seen stabbing Daisy, at 3.
30 the afternoon of the Fete Mouri festival, then how come we've got an answerphone recording of the murder taking place an hour and a half later at 4.
57pm? It's baffling.
Message received Thursday 1st February 2018 at 4.
57pm.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! So who was it? Come on! Who was it wielding the knife when that was recorded? Who was it who stabbed and killed Daisy? It was you, Charlotte, wasn't it? I'm sorry, you - You think it was me? - You murdered Daisy Anderson in cold blood.
I'm going to tell you how it happened.
Strange as it may sound, Finn did attempt to kill Daisy, in the alleyway that afternoon, but he didn't succeed.
Now, we know Daisy had defensive wounds on her arms.
She must have lashed out, tried to protect herself.
Must have hurt.
Caused her to cry out in pain.
And in that moment, as she looked at you, terrified and bewildered, I think you suddenly realised what you were doing, Finn.
Because I think at heart you're a weak person, aren't you? You said yourself that you don't find life easy.
You'd much rather sit at home and eat pizza and play computer games.
So when it comes to doing something that requires bravado, like trying to kill someone, for example, I don't think you were up to it.
And in that moment, Daisy saw her chance to escape.
She grabbed the knife and ran.
Stay away.
Stay back! The question is, where, or rather who, did Daisy run to? You must have been shocked when she arrived at your house, Charlotte.
With her arms bloody, a knife in her hand.
But as she told you what happened, I think you sensed an opportunity presenting itself.
An opportunity to deal with two of your problems in one fell swoop.
To get rid of the one person who knew about the money you'd stolen from the club.
And also to make yourself financially secure again.
So you made your decision, you were going to finish the job that Finn had started.
So what did you do? You grabbed your phone and, I assume, under the pretence of calling the police, you pressed record on the voice memo app.
And I imagine poor, trusting Daisy, she had no idea that her life was in danger until it was too late.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! Next, you needed to find Finn, am I right, Finn? Finn, don't.
I was headed home.
I was desperate to find Daisy.
Try and sort it.
Charlotte was already at the house waiting.
She told me Daisy had come to her, told her how I tried to kill her.
Daisy was going to get me arrested for attempted murder.
And if she divorced me .
.
I'd be left with nothing.
So then I take it she told you she'd sorted everything out? Daisy was no longer a problem.
All you had to do was play along.
And with Finn committing to the plan, Charlotte, you moved on to the next stage.
Establishing your alibi.
And seeing as you were supposed to be at a party at the yacht club, you decided that was where you'd have to do it.
But how to transport the body? So what were you really up to the day after the murder when we called around? You were cleaning, all right, that's for sure, but it wasn't the boat that you were interested in.
It was the tarpaulin that was bothering you.
Because that's how you transported the body, isn't it? Which explains one of the oddities of this investigation.
How come a long dead butterfly ended up at the crime scene? You see, it must have crawled under the tarpaulin many months previously and died.
But that afternoon it got rolled up with the body.
It was then a simple matter to drive to the club in Daisy's car .
.
and straight to the lookout point .
.
where you dumped the body before returning to the clubhouse.
We assume you hid the tarpaulin somewhere you could later retrieve it.
All you had to do then was establish an apparent time of death.
Easy enough for someone who had the foresight to record the whole murder.
You'd already made sure to bring Daisy's phone with you and you were wearing gloves as part of your extravagant outfit.
Now it was just a question of calling Finn with Daisy's phone, as previously arranged with him, and when it went to voicemail, pressing play on your own phone.
And then all that was left was for Finn to find us, play the message, and for you to return Daisy's phone to her possession.
It was you who steered us towards Daisy's car in the club car park while we were out looking for her.
And when we went to find it, the car, I imagine you seized your moment to nip back to Daisy's body, and return the phone.
I don't understand.
Why would Charlotte do all this for Finn, why would she help him? It's an excellent question, Hugh, and I think Finn can help us to answer that.
Money.
She wanted money.
£1 million.
Simple, really.
Money.
Boring old money.
That's what it boils down to.
That's what Charlotte has lived for most of her life.
The luxuries it brings.
Lovely place you've got here.
The status it gives you.
I have a reputation to uphold.
You wanted back the comfortable, affluent life to which you'd become accustomed.
And you found a way to do it.
By killing an entirely innocent woman.
Arrest them both, would you? Finn for attempted murder.
Charlotte, full charge.
You pathetic Charlotte Hamilton, I'm arresting you for murder.
Be good to have him back, Florence.
It really wasn't the same without him.
And I'm sure Harry agrees.
Welcome home, buddy.
You feeling better? I'll go get us a couple of beers to celebrate.
Give you both a moment.
You know, you really had me worried there.
I know, it's probably my fault for overfeeding you, but you don't have to eat everything you see on the plate, do you? Now, the vet says you've got to go on a diet.
Sorry.
This is our little secret, OK? Go on, off you scuttle, enjoy yourself.
Here.
You're right.
Harry, he is a part of my life.
Don't know when it happened, but .
.
I'm starting to feel like I belong here.
I think you do, sir.
So this afternoon I want to focus on the healing power of the breath.
Enjoy your swim, my love.
Enjoy your meditation.
- Daniel? - Wait here.
He's dead.
His belt, it's the exact same width as the marks on his neck.
This one, it's missing a belt.
This speech I've got to make for the commissioner's award.
It's driving me mad.
How am I supposed to make a speech about someone I hardly know? Believe by Daniel Friend.
It's really fascinating.
It says that if there's something you want in life, there are these visualisation exercises you can use.
I'm just trying to get a sense of you as a civilian as well as a commissioner.
What do you look like when you take off your uniform? Excuse me? If I close my eyes and I visualise Tino walking round the bend.
What I've willed to happen should actually happen.
Maybe you should try another book.
- Are you sure you won't come? - Positive.
Fine.
I'll see you later.
The dance represents an offering to Baron Leve.
Who is this Baron fella? - He's the master of the dead during Fete Mouri.
- Tu vois? That's Baron Leve over there.
- Oh, right.
- The infamous top hat and skull face.
Fantastic.
Dwayne! Everything OK? You look haunted.
It's Darlene.
She's got her niece staying with her for the whole week.
- This is a bad thing? - You haven't met her, chief.
Uncle Dwayne, can I have a coconut ice? How can I possibly say no to you, Elise? And after, can we join the parade, please, Uncle Dwayne? Of course we can! I don't suppose you've seen Dwayne? That way.
There you go, sir.
So tell me more about this Baron Leve.
Is he somebody I should be scared of? Oh, I'd say so, sir.
On Fete Mouri, it's claimed he returns to the living world in search of a companion to join him in the afterlife.
Whoo! Ca va? Hello.
Selwyn, old boy.
So pleased you could make it.
Delighted to be here, Hugh.
Always happy to support local charities.
Oh, indeed.
I really must get you aboard the boat this year.
Don't worry, we won't do anything so vulgar as sailing it.
Let me get you a drink.
Rum, comme d'habitude, for our noble officer of the law, please, Antoine.
I'm so glad you could make it.
- Ah, Catherine! - Charlotte! - Lovely to see you.
- Thank you for inviting me.
I feel honoured to be here.
Nonsense, we're the honoured ones.
Having the mayor herself to host our auction.
I just hope I raise enough money.
Oh, you've no worries there.
We're a generous lot at the yacht club.
Hugh, sweetie.
Have you seen Daisy? She and Finn really ought to be here by now.
Not seen hide nor hair of her since this morning.
Hi, Catherine.
Let's go and look at the prizes.
So, Dwayne, what happened to Elise? Darlene's taken her home for dinner.
Thank goodness.
You know, sometimes I don't really think I've earned my evening beer.
But this one? - Most definitely.
- Excuse me.
- You're the police, right? - Can we help you at all? It's my wife.
I think she's been murdered.
I saw a message had been left on my answerphone, so I played it.
It was Daisy, and .
.
something's happened to her, something awful.
'Message received, Thursday, 1st February, 2018, at 4.
57pm.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! How could someone do that to her? Well, we don't know anything for certain yet.
Do you have any idea where Daisy was supposed to be this afternoon? At the yacht club.
She's a member.
There was some charity event on there.
And so when was the last time you saw her? Just after four.
That's when she left for the club.
And apart from this message left at 4.
57pm, did you hear from her or see her after that? No.
I assumed she was at the clubhouse enjoying herself.
Right.
If Mrs Anderson was last seen heading for the yacht club, then we start the search there.
Dwayne, JP.
Finn, I want you to wait here until we have some news.
DS Cassell will stay with you and look after you, OK? Sold to Charlotte Hamilton for 1,000.
Now on to our next lot, a course of private lessons with the yacht club's own sailing instructor Adam Warner.
Adam, where are you? I'll open the bidding myself.
200.
300.
400.
Excuse me, Commissioner.
- Inspector? - I'm sorry to bother you.
Can you spare a minute? Come on.
Ten .
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11 Daisy Anderson? - I know her.
- We believe someone attacked her with a knife.
Selwyn, what's going on? It's Daisy.
We're concerned something may have happened to her, but, as far as we're aware, she didn't make it to the auction.
No, although I'm sure someone said they saw her car parked out at the front.
Of course.
It's locked.
If her car's here, in theory, she must be as well.
OK, let's search the place.
Dwayne, JP, you take inside.
Commissioner, if you wouldn't mind pitching in with the troops, - perhaps we could search the grounds.
- Glad to be of help, Inspector.
Inspector! It's Daisy Anderson.
DS Cassell.
Oh, I see.
I'll let him know.
I'm really sorry.
We don't need a postmortem to tell us she was stabbed.
Single stroke to the chest.
One and a half inch blade, by the looks of things.
Non-serrated.
Defensive wounds to her forearms would suggest she put up some sort of a fight.
Poor girl.
Make-up, car keys, mobile phone.
Last call was made this afternoon to Finn.
4.
57? Yeah.
Tallies with the message left on his answerphone.
We were all inside taking part in the auction then.
So if she did scream for help, that's why nobody heard her.
She probably reached for her phone in desperation.
This little posy, I saw others wearing it at the carnival.
Is it a Fete Mouri thing? It's from a plant called jatropha.
It's meant to ward off evil beings.
Hang on.
There's something wedged behind the flowers.
A butterfly.
May I? I'm something of a lepidopterist.
Butterflies.
A hobby of mine since childhood.
- Oh.
- It's a Pieridae, a yellow passion.
But it shouldn't be here.
- What do you mean, sir? - I mean, it shouldn't be anywhere.
The yellow passion emerges from the chrysalis in early summer.
It lives about six weeks.
It would have died six months ago.
Well, then, why was it lodged in the victim's clothing? Inspector, this is Hugh Davenport, chairman here at the yacht club.
And this is Charlotte Hamilton, club secretary and treasurer.
Please, don't worry, I'm going to try and keep this as brief as possible.
Finn, could I trouble you to go over Mrs Anderson's movements this afternoon just one more time? OK.
Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club around three, showered, got changed, left again just after four.
And how was she, in good spirits? Yeah, I suppose.
- She was fine.
- Nothing out of the ordinary about her behaviour? Daisy seemed really upbeat when she was with us at the club earlier.
The three of us spent the morning preparing the function room.
And Finn, if you don't mind me asking, why did you not want to come with her this afternoon? This place, it's not really my scene, you know? So you went to the festival in town instead? Must've got there around half four.
Had a beer at Ziggy's bar.
Which is where you picked up the answerphone message? Yeah.
That's when I came to find you guys.
Can any of you think of a reason why someone might want to do this to Daisy? I mean, she hardly knew anyone on the island.
Just her mates at the club.
Finn and Daisy moved here less than a year ago.
That's why Daisy joined the club, to make new friends.
Must have been someone got into the club, don't you think? Yeah.
I suppose it must.
Thank you.
Well, thanks for your cooperation.
I really do appreciate your help at this sensitive time.
I almost forgot -- did Daisy have anything at all to do with butterflies, - collect them or anything? - No.
- Why? - It's probably nothing.
Ah, chief, the crime scene's been processed and the body's been released.
Good stuff.
JP, did you get to search Mrs Anderson's car? - Yes, I did.
- Find anything that might lead to our killer? Well, the only thing I found is this.
It was shoved in the back of the glove box.
It's from Boutique Fleur.
Probably means it's expensive.
Well, I'll have to take your word for it.
Let's get it back to the station.
There's nothing else you'd like us to do now, chief? I'm afraid so, Dwayne.
There are 40 plus guests waiting to have their statements taken and - photographs.
- So we won't be getting back to the festival any time soon, - then? - Sorry, not a chance.
Inspector.
If there's nothing else you need him for, I've said Mr Anderson can go home now.
Of course.
Thanks again.
Can I see her? I'll do it.
Florence, how was he, Finn, you know, when you broke the news? As you'd expect, devastated.
Just something about him.
It's been bothering me ever since he came up to us at Catherine's bar.
It's what he said - It's my wife.
- That he thought his wife had been murdered.
- And? - Well, up to that point, he didn't know for sure that she had been murdered, did he? The thing is, in the phone message that we listened to, you could hear Daisy being attacked, but there was nothing definite to say she was dead.
Well, maybe he made an assumption.
Yeah, but do you not find that relatives tend to cling to the idea that their loved ones are still alive? They're not willing to entertain the possibility that they might be dead.
- Almost always the case.
- That's true.
So why was Finn so ready to leap to the conclusion that his wife had been murdered? You think he knew she was already dead? I'm just saying, in my book, it's suspicious.
Harry? Your breakfast, it's on the table.
Harry? Come on.
Stop your messing.
I know you're here somewhere.
Not like you not to eat your breakfast.
Ah, there you are.
He's definitely a bit green around the gills.
Isn't he supposed to be that colour, being he's a lizard? I suppose he does look a bit - Peaky? - Exactly, sir, yes, peaky.
Well, listen, let's keep him here under observation, and if the symptoms get worse We will put the little fella out of his misery.
No, Dwayne, we'll take him to the vet.
- Vet? - In the meantime, we've got a murder case to solve.
He's going to take a lizard to the vet? I've seen everything now.
Now, yesterday, just after four o'clock, Daisy Anderson left her house and drove to the Saint Marie yacht club .
.
to attend their Fete Mouri charity auction.
Now, at 4.
57 exactly, a message was left from her mobile onto her husband's answerphone, and in it she was heard being attacked by someone with a knife.
Her body was then discovered by the commissioner and myself, at 6.
15 of the same evening.
So, between leaving her house here and being stabbed here, something drew our victim's attention to the yacht club lookout point.
Now, our job is to work out who lured poor Daisy Anderson to her death.
So, Dwayne, what do we have so far on our victim? 32 years of age, originally from Wiltshire.
Now, up until two years ago, she was working as a personal trainer.
That's how she met her husband.
He was a member of a gym she was working at.
- Finn Anderson.
- The man's really rich.
He created a download game.
It was so popular that just over a year ago he sold it to a social media company for £7 million.
Seven million for a game? The world's gone bonkers, JB.
Finn and Daisy got married when he sold the company and moved to the island shortly after that.
Now, her millionaire husband is our only suspect so far.
But he claims he was in Ziggy's bar at the time of the murder.
Well, we went to Ziggy's bar early in the morning, sir, and we can confirm that Finn was seen arriving at the bar at 4.
30pm.
And was seen leaving, looking worried, just before 5.
30pm.
- You're sure about this? - 100% positive.
100%.
That's pretty conclusive.
So, if Finn Anderson was seen at a bar in Honore between 4.
30pm to 5.
30, well, then he couldn't very well have killed his wife at the yacht club two miles away at 4.
57pm, could he? So, if it wasn't Finn who killed her, it must have been one of the witnesses we questioned last night.
No way.
We interviewed over 40 people in that room and not one of them said they saw anybody leave.
Well, what about CCTV? Well, there's one camera in reception.
I checked the footage but it doesn't even show the entrance of the function room.
Right.
Well, why don't you lads head over to Mr and Mrs Anderson's house and see what you can find there? - Yes, chief.
- Yes, sir.
- Sarge.
- Well, Florence.
- What's the story? - The bracelet JP found in the victim's car.
- What about it? - It was obviously a gift and it's very expensive.
So, why was it just pushed to the back of the glove compartment? - Like it was unwanted.
- Exactly.
So, I went to Boutique Fleur and asked them to give me all the details they had for the sale of the bracelet.
- And? - It was sold two weeks ago for 395 to a guy called Adam Warner.
Adam Warner.
Adam Warner.
Here.
He's the club sailing instructor.
Yeah.
So what's he doing giving one of its female members 400 pieces of jewellery? I mean, I suppose.
Yeah, there was a brief dalliance - of sorts between myself and Mrs Anderson.
- Dalliance.
And what does that mean, playing footsie under the table? We slept together.
A handful of times or so.
It was a physical thing, you know, no more than that.
So, why the expensive present? Just being gentlemanly, I suppose.
Look, I admit, I liked Daisy.
She was a good sort.
But we both knew what we were doing was never going to last.
- I'm not sure I believe you, Adam.
- I don't know what you mean.
I mean, I just find it hard to believe that a young man like yourself, earning what, 200 a week - 210, actually.
- I stand corrected.
Would spend half his monthly salary on a gift for a lady unless he had very strong feelings for the said lady.
All right, yeah.
I did have feelings for Daisy.
She wasn't like the other members, banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
I thought she felt the same about me.
Until I gave her that.
Her face when she opened it.
She wasn't impressed? Told me there and then it was over between us, that we'd obviously got crossed wires.
Felt like I'd made a total fool of myself.
Tell me, when was this exactly? A couple of weeks ago.
She switched instructors the next day after that, she just blanked me.
Must have hurt.
Made you angry.
Sorry? You don't think I did it, do you? You wouldn't be the first to kill someone over a broken heart.
So, our victim had an affair, albeit a short-lived one.
Finn never mentioned that, did he? - Maybe he didn't know.
- Or maybe he did.
Had a feeling he was hiding something, perhaps it's the fact he had motive.
We need to talk to him.
Now, is it me or did Mr Davenport run off like a scalded cat - at the sight of us? - I'll see if I can find out what he was up to.
Hi.
I'm a police officer, investigating Sir? Mr Davenport was asking the receptionist for yesterday's recordings from the CCTV camera.
Did she say why he wanted them? Just that he seemed really keen to get his hands on the discs.
I thought it might be worth taking a look.
Good idea.
Come on, let's go and see what Finn Anderson has to say for himself.
You don't mind, do you? No, no, you dig in, there.
Looks lovely.
- Would you like a slice? - Are you sure you don't mind? All right.
So, we were just wondering, can you tell us how were things between yourself and your wife over the past couple of months? I think we can take it from that pause that things weren't exactly rosy.
No.
I mean, we were having a rough patch.
- You were arguing? - Sometimes.
What about? I'm not very outgoing, you know.
I just like staying in, playing computer games and stuff.
I think she felt she sometimes wanted a bit more from life.
And tell me now, Finn, do you think that's why your wife started sleeping with another man? A-ha! You see, you hesitated again.
You gave yourself away, which tells me you already knew.
She told me a few days ago, said she was sorry but that maybe it was a wake-up call that we needed to make some changes in our marriage.
- And what did you say? - I agreed.
We both needed to try harder.
Then why did you not mention this yesterday? I guess it didn't cross my mind.
You know it wasn't me, right? I was in a bar when Daisy was killed.
We know, we already checked.
Do you think maybe I should take his temperature? There must be a thermometer in the first aid kit.
Do you even know what a lizard's temperature is supposed to be? Fair point, Florence.
Where would I stick it? Maybe I'll just give him some fresh water.
Good idea.
If he's still like this by the end of the day, we'll take him to the vet.
All right, let's stick our suspect number two up on the whiteboard.
Though after speaking to Finn Anderson again, I'm even more convinced that he's our man.
But if it's him, we still have no idea how he was able to stab Daisy at the yacht club.
When he was seen at the exact time it happened in a bar full of people.
And if it wasn't him, then how could anyone else have done it when the rest of our suspects were seen at the auction when it happened? Oh, sir.
The CCTV from the club reception.
Ah, yes.
JP, we believe there's something on it that Hugh Davenport doesn't want us to see.
We just don't know what.
OK.
I'll go through it.
And go back as far as you can on the day of the murder, we know that Hugh and Daisy were there together getting the club ready.
I'll help Dwayne sort through the items we recovered from the victim's study.
Great.
And while you're at that, I think I'll pay a visit to our local mayor.
She knows who's who at the yacht club.
So, as host of the auction, I'd take it you'd a good view of the room, seeing who was coming or going.
- Yes.
- I was on stage through the whole thing.
Sold, 25! I could see everyone.
Right.
And did anyone leave the room between the time the auction started at 4.
30pm and when we turned up? No-one.
There was something I wanted to tell you about, though.
About Daisy Anderson.
Oh, yes? Two weeks ago, Daisy was alone at the bar, going over some papers.
It's so hot today.
She ordered a drink, and was asking me what I knew - about a charity called - Project Saint Marie.
I told her I'd never heard of it.
She looked puzzled.
Said I must have got it wrong.
But it's part of my job as mayor to be across all the island charities and there's no such thing as Project Saint Marie.
And what would this have to do with the yacht club? I saw that the papers she was going over had the club logo at the top.
Daisy saw I'd noticed and covered them up.
What sort of papers, could you tell? It looked like they were from the club's accounts.
And Daisy was definitely troubled? Very.
Saint Marie National Bank never heard of Project Saint Marie, let alone have an account registered in that name.
What about the cooperative? They have a business account, set up two years ago in that name, receives 1,000 a month in untaxed donations.
It's not a registered charity on the island? It's basically a cover for the account holder's personal finance.
They are funnelling money from the yacht club into their own account under the pretence of charitable donations.
Whose name is the account in? Wait for it.
Club secretary and treasurer, Charlotte Hamilton no less.
Afternoon, Inspector.
Afternoon, Mrs Hamilton.
Very impressive.
Do you have a moment? Yes, of course.
How can I help? Well, might be better if we went inside.
I see.
Well, do come in.
Lovely place you've got here.
- Thank you.
- Takes some upkeep, I imagine.
Well, I have help.
And I've lived in this house ever since I moved to the island with my husband, so there's a fair few memories I'm not quite ready to let go of.
And when did he pass away, your husband, if you don't mind me asking? Four years ago.
Cancer.
Sorry about that.
So, did he not leave you much in his inheritance, then? - I beg your pardon? - It's just .
.
I've been trying to work out why you're fleecing the yacht club.
For what is it, 1,000 every month? What on earth are you talking about? Does Project Saint Marie mean anything to you? I imagine you might prefer something a little stronger.
Yes, I think I rather would, do you mind? - I don't suppose you - No, you're grand.
May I ask how you found out? Mrs Anderson was seen studying the club accounts and overheard asking questions about Project Saint Marie.
You were right about my husband.
He was a banker.
Liked taking risks, ended up taking one too many.
He left me with very little.
Which is why you stole money from the club.
I didn't st I didn't think anyone would notice.
I'm the treasurer, so I oversee where all the money is allocated.
Nobody has ever shown the least interest.
But then Mrs Henderson did.
As soon as Daisy arrived, she threw herself into everything to do with the club.
Including its charity work? Yeah.
Could you not just have got yourself a job? Doing what? I have a reputation to uphold, I'm the club's secretary, its treasurer.
People respect me.
I can hardly be seen manning the checkout in the local minimart.
I assume Daisy finding out the truth had you worried.
Could be charged with theft, fraud.
I was go Well, I am going to pay all the money back.
I'm selling what I can.
Paintings, furniture.
It's why I was washing down the speedboat.
I admit, I haven't acted with much dignity this past couple of years.
But I can assure you I haven't sunk to the depths of committing murder in order to solve my financial problems.
And then there were three.
Charlotte Hamilton, Adam Warner and Finn Anderson.
They all have motives.
And all of them have alibis.
Adam and Charlotte were inside the clubhouse.
And Finn was at a bar in town.
Which means none of them could have done it, - so if it wasn't one of them, then who? - And why? Why did Daisy Henderson have to die yesterday? And while we're asking questions with unfathomable answers, can someone also tell me what this little chap was doing at our crime scene? I went online and the commissioner was right.
This type of butterfly should have been deep in hibernation.
Or whatever it is butterflies do.
So what was it doing tucked under our victim's posy of flowers? Sir, I've got something for you.
OK.
I've been checking through the CCTV at the reception, like you asked, and just before one o'clock, Hugh and Daisy can be seen leaving.
Just before they go, they stop and talk for a moment.
Look.
Whatever he said, she clearly didn't like it, at all.
Chief, if it's any help, my Auntie Jean has been hearing impaired since birth but she's a real dab hand at reading lips.
Really? And do you think she'd be up for looking at the footage for us? Help solve a murder case? She'd be over the moon.
Great.
Well, first thing tomorrow, we'll see if Dwayne's Auntie Jean can work out exactly what Hugh said to upset Daisy Anderson.
Until then, I say we call it a day.
Goodbye.
OK, Harry.
Enough's enough.
Time to get you to the vet's.
You're not coming, Dwayne? I might stay a while, do some paperwork, you know? What? Dwayne.
Look, if I give it an hour or so before I go over to Darlene's house, Elise will be asleep which means I don't have to spend any time with her, OK? OK.
- Coming.
- I'm really sorry I couldn't get here earlier, Darlene.
I'm afraid we've got a really demanding murder investigation going on.
Here.
Sounds like you earned this.
Thank you.
Wait, you're not joining me? I need something a bit stronger.
Oh.
Everything all right? I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night.
Elise kept waking up with nightmares.
I think taking her to Fete Mouri wasn't the best idea.
Auntie Darlene .
.
I can't sleep, I'm scared.
Oh, darling.
Why don't you go back to bed? I will come read you a story, OK? Go on.
Look.
If Elise is scared, and you're tired, why don't I go in there and tell her the story and you stay here and finish your rum, hmm? - You sure? - Of course.
I mean, who better than Officer Dwayne Myers to go in and reassure her? So when Carlton got back to the hideout on the beach, he saw Beatrice was there waiting for him.
And she did not look happy.
Elise, your Auntie Darlene tells me you've been having some nightmares.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Well, let me tell you a real story.
When I was young, and I had a bad dream, I would draw a picture of whatever was frightening me.
Fold the paper over, and throw it into the bin.
And if I did that, all the bad thoughts would go away, guaranteed.
So, if you ever have another bad dream, you do that.
- OK? - OK.
Where were we? "There you are," said Beatrice! "I've been waiting here all day.
" - Morning, sir.
- Morning, Florence.
How did things go at the vet's? He said Harry's definitely not well.
And I did the right thing bringing him in.
The thing about lizards, they're small and fragile.
If anything goes wrong, well, not much you can do.
Anyway, he's kept Harry in overnight, said he'd call me this morning and let me know what's happening.
I'm sorry, sir.
Just can't believe I mean, he's just a lizard, for Pete's sake.
Maybe he's more than that.
Like it or not, perhaps Harry's become a part of your new life here.
Maybe.
All I know is sitting here moping's not going to help.
So come on, let's see what Dwayne's Auntie Jean's got for us.
Amazing, Auntie.
JP, how are we getting on? Auntie Jean is basically amazing.
She managed to tell us everything that Hugh Davenport said to Mrs Anderson on the CCTV footage.
Brilliant, does it give us anything? If you ask me, sir, Mr Davenport is a nasty piece of work.
- How so? - Well, we think he was blackmailing Daisy.
You see, he'd somehow found out about her affair with Adam Warner.
Said he'd tell her husband unless, and I quote, "We can come to some kind of arrangement.
" - Meaning? - Well, he says it while he was stroking her cheek.
I think he was blackmailing her to sleep with him, sir.
Creepy old lech.
We need to talk to him.
Here, give these to Auntie Jean.
Auntie.
You're after these, I believe, Mr Davenport.
I thought I'd just check to see if there was any sign of who might have killed Mrs Anderson.
So it wasn't because you wanted to destroy the evidence of your conversation with Daisy the day she was killed? Conversation? We We spoke about quite a bit that day.
About club stuff and such.
The conversation in which you promised not to reveal Mrs Anderson's affair with Alan Warner in return for sexual favours.
Ringing any bells, Hugh? You make it sound so sordid.
You know, when I came out to the Caribbean? 1974.
I was chief engineer for the oilfields off the coast of Trinidad and Tobago.
By the time I retired, I was rich.
But I had never stopped to find someone to share my life with.
And here was a young woman you thought you could manipulate.
She wasn't blameless.
She was the one that was sleeping around.
OK.
So it's her own fault she was blackmailed? It wasn't blackmail.
No? Threatening to reveal her secret if she didn't do your grubby bidding, what was it? Well, I wasn't going to go through with it, was I? I was just trying it on, that's all.
Tell me, Hugh, what did she say when she left here, at the end of the conversation? - What do you mean? - I mean, did she threaten to tell the club officials or go to the police? Do you mean, did she say something that might give me reason - to murder her? - Yeah.
- Don't be ridiculous.
She told me where to go, that's about the sum of it.
And just to be clear, as she walked away, I just thought to myself, "Well, there goes another one.
" Mr Davenport is clearly a horrible person, but I don't think he sees what he did as wrong, so would he commit murder over it? Sir? Sorry, Florence, I was listening.
And I quite agree, I don't think he has a clue how appallingly he's behaved.
What is it, sir, something's bothering you? There's a gap in our timeline.
I don't know why I didn't pick up on it before.
- What do you mean? - Well, the CCTV of Hugh and Daisy's conversation shows her leaving the clubhouse at 1pm Daisy! .
.
on the day of her murder.
But when we questioned Finn the same day, he told us Daisy got back from setting up the auction at the club around three.
That's a whole two hours unaccounted for.
You're right, sir.
- So where did she go? - I mean, it could be anywhere on the island.
Sat nav.
OK, let's see.
Here we go.
Recent destinations.
The last journey programmed in.
Four minutes past one, two days ago.
Just when she was leaving the yacht club after speaking with Hugh.
Hugh Davenport.
35 Rue Dauphin, mean anything? Let me find out.
Here we are, 35 Rue Dauphin is a business address, Johnson & Bird.
They're a solicitors who specialise in family law.
So Daisy Anderson went to see a solicitor the afternoon she was killed? A visit to a solicitor specialising in family law when her own marriage wasn't in the best of nick? Well, it's got to be filing for divorce.
You wait right there, OK? Dwayne.
Huh? Darlene, what you doing here? I was clearing out Elise's room .
.
when I find this in her bin.
I think I know why she's been having these nightmares.
JP.
Wasn't Daisy Anderson wearing a black and white dress - when she was murdered? - Mm.
It also looks a hell of a lot like Finn.
Now, Elise, you're sure this is what you saw? And it was here in the town when when the big festival was going on? I'd run and hid from Uncle Dwayne because I wanted a coconut ice.
And then you saw a man looking like this and he was holding a knife up to a lady looking like this? You're being so brave, Elise.
Now, my last question, Elise, and then I'm sure your Auntie Darlene is going to buy you the biggest coconut ice you've ever seen.
Can you remember where this happened? Right, let's spread out.
Sir.
JP, do your thing.
Yeah, it's blood, sir.
So potentially this is where Daisy Anderson was killed.
And it looks like you were right, it was Finn who did it.
Dwayne, JP, I want samples of this blood sent to the lab ASAP.
But if the murder happened here and Elise witnessed it just before she was taken home at half three .
.
that's an hour and a half before the voice message was left, when we heard Daisy being killed.
I know, I can't figure it out either.
But if we've got the time of death wrong, and it was earlier than we thought, well, then, that means Finn Anderson no longer has an alibi.
It means he could have done it after all.
What do you mean you've got a witness who saw me do it? Someone saw you stabbing Daisy Anderson in an alleyway in Honore - at 3.
30 two days ago.
- That's impossible.
Her body was found at the yacht club and it was three minutes to five.
We've also found evidence of blood in an alleyway, which we're convinced will prove to be Daisy's.
And there's something else we found.
Yeah, it's been a busy old day for us, Finn.
Daisy was filing for divorce.
- I didn't know that.
- You see, you did it again, you paused.
If you want us to believe you didn't know, you need to come straight out with it, really sell it to us, like this is the first time you heard any mention of divorce.
Now, I'll tell you what I think happened, and you feel free to tell me if I've got it right or wrong.
I think Daisy didn't leave your house at four, as you suggested.
I think it was earlier than that.
Some time around three.
But something stopped her.
And I'll hazard a guess that she decided to come back, as you two had unfinished business.
Now, we know things have been strained between you.
A lot of arguing.
Daisy had an affair.
And that afternoon she'd gone to a solicitor to discuss divorce.
And according to him, she said she was going to speak to you about it the same day.
And I imagine you probably didn't want to.
You probably knew what was coming.
So you walked out of there, insisting you were going to the festival.
But Daisy came with you.
She forced you to listen to what she had to say.
Finn! It's over.
OK? It's over.
And I imagine you didn't take too kindly to hearing that Daisy was leaving you.
Because there's one thing I've come to learn about you, Finn, you don't like not having things your own way.
On top of which, if Daisy did leave you, she'd take a share of your £7 million.
I can imagine that made you angry.
So in the heat of the moment, you got your hands on a knife.
And when you were out of sight from the crowds, you stabbed your wife.
What are you do? Killing her stone dead.
So, Finn, am I right? If it was me and I stabbed her in that alleyway, explain this -- how come she was found at the yacht club? I assume you moved her body.
In the middle of Honore on the day of the festival.
You guys were there, you saw the place, it was heaving.
How did I manage to take a body across the street and into a boot of a car and not get caught? I don't know what it was that your witness saw, but it wasn't me killing Daisy.
From the start, one suspect has been the main focus of our attention, - Finn Anderson.
- He's lied to us more than once.
We know Daisy had betrayed him and was also about to abandon him.
He's steeped in motive.
On top of which we have a witness who claims she saw him stabbing Daisy during the festival in Honore.
So why haven't we arrested him, then? Because if Finn murdered his wife at the festival in Honore at 3.
30, then we still have no idea how he managed to move the body two miles across the island to the yacht club.
And there's something else I've realised doesn't make any sense.
The answerphone message, where we hear Daisy being stabbed.
- What about it? - Well, there's no noise in the background.
If the murder took place in town, we would have heard the festival going on! You're right, sir, we would.
I'll get it, sir.
So if Daisy wasn't killed at the festival by Finn, then it must have happened at the yacht club, which brings us back to the three members we've found so far - who have motives.
- Sir, it's the vet.
Hello.
Oh.
Yeah.
OK.
Thank you.
He's on the mend.
They still have no idea what was wrong with him, it was touch and go there for a while.
My little fella fought it off and he pulled through.
- That's a relief.
- Yeah, that's great news, sir.
Oh, yes, and the little lizard gets to fight another day.
Hooray! The little lizard lives to fight another day.
I just said that.
He fought it off and pulled through.
Are you all right, sir? But that's what happens at the Fete Mouri, isn't it? The dead come back to life, don't they? Of course they do.
I don't know why it's taken me so long to realise it.
Get off! And she valued our friendship.
You make it sound so sordid.
She wasn't like the other members, banging on about their bank accounts and BMWs.
Are you OK, sir? You know who did it? Florence, I do.
And what's more, I know where they did it.
OK, so which one was it, sir? Was Daisy Anderson murdered in the alleyway in the town during the festival or up at the yacht club? Neither, JP.
It happened somewhere else entirely.
Tradition has it that the leaves of the Jatropha plant carry mystic powers to ward off evil spirits.
Now sadly this old Saint Marie custom is no more than folklore, a myth, because despite wearing this, someone who's sitting here right now plunged the knife deep into Daisy Anderson's heart and killed her.
So which one of you did it? At every turn during this investigation, the evidence we uncovered kept bringing us back to Finn.
First it was the fact that he neglected to tell us about Daisy's infidelity.
But then we discovered that Daisy had been to see a solicitor and told Finn she wanted a divorce.
Yes, and the final nail in his coffin, we found a witness, who saw him attack Daisy with a knife in an alleyway in Honore during the recent festivities.
Except if Finn was the man seen stabbing Daisy, at 3.
30 the afternoon of the Fete Mouri festival, then how come we've got an answerphone recording of the murder taking place an hour and a half later at 4.
57pm? It's baffling.
Message received Thursday 1st February 2018 at 4.
57pm.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! So who was it? Come on! Who was it wielding the knife when that was recorded? Who was it who stabbed and killed Daisy? It was you, Charlotte, wasn't it? I'm sorry, you - You think it was me? - You murdered Daisy Anderson in cold blood.
I'm going to tell you how it happened.
Strange as it may sound, Finn did attempt to kill Daisy, in the alleyway that afternoon, but he didn't succeed.
Now, we know Daisy had defensive wounds on her arms.
She must have lashed out, tried to protect herself.
Must have hurt.
Caused her to cry out in pain.
And in that moment, as she looked at you, terrified and bewildered, I think you suddenly realised what you were doing, Finn.
Because I think at heart you're a weak person, aren't you? You said yourself that you don't find life easy.
You'd much rather sit at home and eat pizza and play computer games.
So when it comes to doing something that requires bravado, like trying to kill someone, for example, I don't think you were up to it.
And in that moment, Daisy saw her chance to escape.
She grabbed the knife and ran.
Stay away.
Stay back! The question is, where, or rather who, did Daisy run to? You must have been shocked when she arrived at your house, Charlotte.
With her arms bloody, a knife in her hand.
But as she told you what happened, I think you sensed an opportunity presenting itself.
An opportunity to deal with two of your problems in one fell swoop.
To get rid of the one person who knew about the money you'd stolen from the club.
And also to make yourself financially secure again.
So you made your decision, you were going to finish the job that Finn had started.
So what did you do? You grabbed your phone and, I assume, under the pretence of calling the police, you pressed record on the voice memo app.
And I imagine poor, trusting Daisy, she had no idea that her life was in danger until it was too late.
What are you doing? Put the knife down.
Please, put it down.
Get off me! No! Next, you needed to find Finn, am I right, Finn? Finn, don't.
I was headed home.
I was desperate to find Daisy.
Try and sort it.
Charlotte was already at the house waiting.
She told me Daisy had come to her, told her how I tried to kill her.
Daisy was going to get me arrested for attempted murder.
And if she divorced me .
.
I'd be left with nothing.
So then I take it she told you she'd sorted everything out? Daisy was no longer a problem.
All you had to do was play along.
And with Finn committing to the plan, Charlotte, you moved on to the next stage.
Establishing your alibi.
And seeing as you were supposed to be at a party at the yacht club, you decided that was where you'd have to do it.
But how to transport the body? So what were you really up to the day after the murder when we called around? You were cleaning, all right, that's for sure, but it wasn't the boat that you were interested in.
It was the tarpaulin that was bothering you.
Because that's how you transported the body, isn't it? Which explains one of the oddities of this investigation.
How come a long dead butterfly ended up at the crime scene? You see, it must have crawled under the tarpaulin many months previously and died.
But that afternoon it got rolled up with the body.
It was then a simple matter to drive to the club in Daisy's car .
.
and straight to the lookout point .
.
where you dumped the body before returning to the clubhouse.
We assume you hid the tarpaulin somewhere you could later retrieve it.
All you had to do then was establish an apparent time of death.
Easy enough for someone who had the foresight to record the whole murder.
You'd already made sure to bring Daisy's phone with you and you were wearing gloves as part of your extravagant outfit.
Now it was just a question of calling Finn with Daisy's phone, as previously arranged with him, and when it went to voicemail, pressing play on your own phone.
And then all that was left was for Finn to find us, play the message, and for you to return Daisy's phone to her possession.
It was you who steered us towards Daisy's car in the club car park while we were out looking for her.
And when we went to find it, the car, I imagine you seized your moment to nip back to Daisy's body, and return the phone.
I don't understand.
Why would Charlotte do all this for Finn, why would she help him? It's an excellent question, Hugh, and I think Finn can help us to answer that.
Money.
She wanted money.
£1 million.
Simple, really.
Money.
Boring old money.
That's what it boils down to.
That's what Charlotte has lived for most of her life.
The luxuries it brings.
Lovely place you've got here.
The status it gives you.
I have a reputation to uphold.
You wanted back the comfortable, affluent life to which you'd become accustomed.
And you found a way to do it.
By killing an entirely innocent woman.
Arrest them both, would you? Finn for attempted murder.
Charlotte, full charge.
You pathetic Charlotte Hamilton, I'm arresting you for murder.
Be good to have him back, Florence.
It really wasn't the same without him.
And I'm sure Harry agrees.
Welcome home, buddy.
You feeling better? I'll go get us a couple of beers to celebrate.
Give you both a moment.
You know, you really had me worried there.
I know, it's probably my fault for overfeeding you, but you don't have to eat everything you see on the plate, do you? Now, the vet says you've got to go on a diet.
Sorry.
This is our little secret, OK? Go on, off you scuttle, enjoy yourself.
Here.
You're right.
Harry, he is a part of my life.
Don't know when it happened, but .
.
I'm starting to feel like I belong here.
I think you do, sir.
So this afternoon I want to focus on the healing power of the breath.
Enjoy your swim, my love.
Enjoy your meditation.
- Daniel? - Wait here.
He's dead.
His belt, it's the exact same width as the marks on his neck.
This one, it's missing a belt.
This speech I've got to make for the commissioner's award.
It's driving me mad.
How am I supposed to make a speech about someone I hardly know? Believe by Daniel Friend.
It's really fascinating.
It says that if there's something you want in life, there are these visualisation exercises you can use.
I'm just trying to get a sense of you as a civilian as well as a commissioner.
What do you look like when you take off your uniform? Excuse me? If I close my eyes and I visualise Tino walking round the bend.
What I've willed to happen should actually happen.
Maybe you should try another book.