Death In Paradise (2011) s11e06 Episode Script

1 Thanks for being here.
I wouldn't be anywhere else.
This is what your dad would want.
You know that, right? Bye, Dad.
I miss you so much.
Remember that holiday in Cap Ferret? Don't, don't.
I still can't really think about that.
Your daft dad said that he'd booked us a luxury hotel.
I should have realised when I saw the price.
He was such an idiot sometimes.
Yeah, he was.
But a bloody lovely one.
To a lovely idiot.
To Jonty.
Right, let's get this movie started.
How many times did Dad make us watch that? He knew the whole script by heart.
Yeah.
Let's get going.
You start without me.
I'm going to I'm going to get some air.
I won't be a minute.
Hello.
Yes.
I want to report a murder.
Detective Inspector Neville Parker.
I'm from the local police.
I'm here to talk to an Eve Wilding.
What's this about? I'd prefer to have that conversation with her.
She, er, just popped out.
Marlon, call an ambulance! Careful, careful.
Eve! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! There's no pulse.
Is she dead? I'll start CPR.
Yes.
Look, I'm calling an ambulance, sir.
Please stay back, please.
She's alive.
Roll her over.
They got her heart going, but she's still unconscious.
They had to intubate her.
So she hasn't been able to say anything about the call? But there's something you should see, sir.
Look, just there, on her neck.
Hand and finger marks.
Recent, too.
Could be she was strangled.
Held under water, maybe? So Eve Wilding reports a murder, and then before we even get here, it looks like she's been the victim of a near fatal assault herself.
Er, so, cos of all the water spilling over, I couldn't really pick anything from the crime scene.
No footprints, fingerprints, clothing fibres.
So what do you think we're looking at here, sir? Some kind of intruder attack? Except there's a 10ft drop there.
And a perimeter security fence beyond that, sir.
Erm, I checked with the family.
So realistically, the only way to get onto this terrace is through that house.
You mean it's one of them that did it? Marlon, give the victim's bedroom a once-over, would you? And, erm, see if you can retrieve that phone from the pool.
Let's see if we can get anything out of it.
Naomi, let's talk to the witnesses.
I need to be with her.
I understand that, sir.
But she's in safe hands, and we need to establish some facts.
I assume you're all here on holiday? No.
We came to say goodbye to a friend.
Scatter his ashes.
My husband, Jonty.
Astrid's father.
Eve and I are Astrid's godparents.
So this place was special to him? We'd been coming here for years.
Well, this evening, at 8.
00pm, Mrs Wilding called the station and said she wanted to report a murder.
She gave us this address, and then the phone went dead.
What? She really said that? You have no idea what she might have been referring to? No.
Nothing she witnessed or might have heard since you've been here? Er, no, nothing.
OK, well, let's rewind.
Can you talk me through what happened this evening? Er, we went to the beach to scatter my husband's ashes.
Then we went to Dad's favourite restaurant, Chez Emile.
Yeah, we stayed there till around seven-ish, and then we came back here and watched a film.
And then at 8.
00, er, Eve stepped out to get some air.
Which is when she called us.
During the time Mrs Wilding was outside on the terrace, did any of you go out there to see her? No.
We were all in here, watching the film.
So the first time any of you went out there was when we arrived? Why are you asking these questions? Because it seems your friend may have been attacked.
There are marks on her neck.
Her throat appears to have been squeezed tightly.
It may not have been an accident she fell in the pool, lost consciousness.
And since that terrace is only accessible from inside this villa, it does suggest that any potential assailant must have been One of us? Are you serious? We were here.
It can't be.
We were here, together, the whole time.
So the victim phoned us to report a murder, but none of the three people she spent the last few days with have any idea what she was referring to.
Unless This might sound a bit crazy, sir, but could it have been her own murder she was reporting? Huh I'm going to head back to the hospital.
Erm .
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you know the call that Eve made to the police about a murder? She meant Jonty, didn't she? Bonjour, Neville! Who are you?! Izzy! Izzy! Too much light.
Close the door.
There is a man in my hammock.
Why is there a man in my hammock? Go away, Neville.
Not until you tell me who he is.
And what he's doing in my hammock! His name's Demetrius.
We met last night.
He's going to take me scuba diving.
Well, are you and him? You know.
No, of course not.
He's married.
If he's got a wife and a home to go to, what's he doing in my hammock? It just all got a bit late.
Anyway, what's your problem? You never use that thing.
Brings your back out in a rash.
That's That's beside the point.
Listen, I have to get ready, I'm going to jump in the shower.
But we will discuss this later.
Bye.
Demetrius? I'll be five minutes, Neville.
What's happened? My sister's happened, Naomi.
That woman's like a human tornado.
Although, unlike a tornado, she shows no signs of actually moving on.
I'm sorry, it's not your problem.
Morning, everyone.
Morning, Darlene.
Good morning, Inspector Parker.
Quite an eventful night, by the looks of it.
Any word from the hospital? Oh, yes.
I spoke with a Dr Regis, whom, I have to say, couldn't have been more helpful.
Mrs Wilding, she's stable but still unconscious.
He confirmed that there are signs of strangulation as well as drowning.
So there's no doubt about it.
She was attacked.
Strangled, thrown into the pool, and left to drown.
Although, apparently, he said it might have been possible she could've remained conscious and fallen in herself after the assailant left the scene.
Sometimes there can be a delay between strangulation and passing out.
But if there was a delay, that would have given her time to go back inside and get help.
So Eve phones us to report a murder, and as she does so, someone tries to murder her.
Did she know she was in danger? Was she phoning us about her own murder? But if she knew she was going to be attacked, why didn't she run? Or why didn't she ask us to help when she phoned? What did the background checks turn up? Eve Wilding is a teacher at a school in Dublin.
She's been married to Callum for over 20 years.
It looks like they lead a fairly settled life.
Callum Wilding is 45.
He works in graphic design.
No previous convictions.
OK, so that leaves Orla Mills and her daughter Astrid.
Astrid is 18, doing her higher leaving certificate.
Never been in trouble, as far as we could tell.
Orla Mills is a lawyer with a big Dublin firm.
She's been friends with Eve since university.
She was widowed six months ago.
Yeah, what about Orla's husband, Jonty? How did he die? We were saying goodbye to a friend.
Scattering his ashes.
This is where it gets really juicy, Inspector Parker.
Darlene did some digging for us into Jonty Mills, and "Appeals for witnesses in mystery death "of businessman, Jonathon Mills.
" So Oh! Excuse me a moment.
Saint Marie police, Darlene Curtis speaking.
Hold the line a moment, if you would.
Jonty Mills' death was recorded as an open verdict.
An inquiry was held, and the death was deemed suspicious.
So no other verdict was reached? No.
Sorry for keeping you waiting.
So it's possible that Jonty Mills was murdered.
It's a possibility, yeah.
Could that be what Eve Wilding was referring to? I don't know.
But I find it very odd that no-one mentioned this to us yesterday.
Naomi, let's go speak with Orla Mills.
Marlon.
There's a suspected break-in down in Chamorey.
Here's the address.
Seriously? Oh, this was just getting interesting.
Initially, they thought it was an accident.
He had been missing, er, two days before the Gardai recovered his body from the canal.
There was no witnesses, and he still had all his belongings on him, so it wasn't a mugging.
Cause of death was drowning, right? He had a a blow to the back of his head.
They still don't know what caused it.
What was he doing down by the canal? That's one of the many questions that still hasn't been answered.
I'm sorry.
That must be very difficult for you and your daughter.
Yeah.
It is.
But we both decided that, you know, these few days here would be a celebration of his life.
So when Eve called us last night about a murder, you don't think she was referring to the death of your husband? I really haven't the faintest idea what that call was about.
Thank you for your time, Mrs Mills.
I think we need to get on to the Gardai in Ireland.
Speak with the senior investigating office in that case.
Oh! Ah, good morning, officer.
I know what you're thinking.
This isn't what it looks like.
Can I have your name please, sir? Course.
Cornelius St Brice, the one and only, at your service.
Here, erm I have a neighbour down there that said he's seen you trying to break into this place.
No No, no, no, no.
I would never dream of doing something like that.
So why is your arm shoved in there like that? Well, you see .
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what I was trying to do is reach in and unlock the door.
That's breaking in, sir.
But I'm not the criminal here! You've got to understand.
I'm the good guy! What do you mean? I'm getting married, day after tomorrow, and Benny, the man who lives here, he's supplying the table decorations.
Handmade.
Classy, you know.
All paid for.
Except they ain't been delivered! So that's why you've come here to look for him? It's the one thing Tiffany delegated to me.
I've got to get the table decorations, man! Right, so .
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if we can get your arm out of there, without damaging the property, then I'll let you off with a warning, OK? And if you want to file a report on the owner not providing goods paid for, we can do it at the station.
Thank you, officer.
All right.
One, two, three.
Agh! OK, well, that's great.
Thanks for talking to me.
Bye.
So, that was the DI who oversaw the Jonty Mills case.
And what was his take on it? Well, it's interesting.
Generally, with an unexplained death, the family put immense pressure on the police to come up with answers.
But that didn't happen? In the words of the lead investigator, Orla Mills, in particular, seemed "strangely incurious.
" Because she knew what had happened to him.
Am I right? Well, that's the impression I got from them, yes.
I told you this case was getting juicy, Inspector Parker.
Interestingly, sir, I started going through Eve Wilding's mobile phone, and on the evening of her attack, she made a phone call to a company based in Panama called Tocumen.
Tocumen? It's a lab.
Here.
"We accept hair samples, nail clippings and toothbrushes.
" They do paternity tests.
Oh.
Turns out Eve was trying to find out about a paternity test Jonty Mills submitted six months ago.
Really? Mr Mills received the results the same day he went missing.
And what were the results? Astrid is not his daughter.
Ooh! That's got to sting, right? If Jonty didn't already know, Astrid couldn't have either.
Maybe Orla had to get rid of Jonty because she was terrified about her daughter finding out.
Let's go.
Oh, Marlon, could you head over to the restaurant where the suspects were the night that Eve was attacked? See if the staff picked up on any tension, particularly between Eve and Orla.
Is it urgent? I have to take this guy's statement.
Er Well Youyou want me to take a look at that for you? I mean, I've I've seen Marlon do it a couple of times.
Erm Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.
Thanks, Darlene.
Leave it with me, Inspector.
Not a problem at all.
We couldn't conceive naturally.
And after endless rounds of IVF, we hadn't had the conversation, but Jonty and I both resigned ourselves to the fact that it was never going to happen.
And then it did happen.
You fell pregnant.
Butit wasn't Jonty's.
I was in a dark place, Inspector.
We both were.
And I took comfort elsewhere.
I ended up having a fling with a work colleague.
And Jonty never questioned whether the baby was his? He was a glass-half-full person.
You know, he always found the positive in every situation, which drove me to distraction.
But if he ever had any questions, he never aired them with me.
So, 20 years later, what made him suddenly take a paternity test? We were rowing a lot.
After one particularly nasty row .
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I lost my temper.
I told him he never gave me anything .
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the subtext of which wasn't lost on him.
After that, he took the test.
What happened next? Well, two weeks later, he got the results.
And found out the truth, soanother blazing row? He left the house.
Said he had to clear his head.
Did you follow him? No, I did not.
He left the house .
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and I never saw him again.
And what about Mrs Wilding? She'd found out.
Did she confront you about it while you were both here? If Eve knewshe didn't tell me.
What did they say? So the manager knew the Mills family of old.
Took care of them personally when they scattered the ashes that evening.
And how were things between them? Fine.
It was an emotional evening.
But everyone was there for each other, supporting one another.
At the end of the evening, Astrid and Callum walked back to the villa, so Orla and Eve drove home together.
Everything was friendly between them.
So maybe Eve Wilding hadn't confronted Orla with what she knew about Astrid's paternity? Or maybe she was going to do it later on in the holiday? Maybe.
All right, Cornelius.
I think I've got everything we need, so just sign here.
Ah, my Tiffany.
I promised her everything would be perfect.
Our wedding day.
Leave it with us, sweetheart.
We'll see what we can do, OK? Thanks, Ms Curtis.
Thank you.
Afternoon.
So how did it go? Good, though I reckon we'll need to act fast if we're going to get these table decorations found in time for Mr St Brice's wedding.
Yeah, if you just write the report and file it, Darlene, that's a good start.
Thanks.
So we have a woman, Eve Wilding, who called us last night at 8.
00pm claiming to want to report a murder.
When we got to the address, we found her lying in the pool close to dead, with strangulation marks on her neck.
So either Eve was trying to report her own impending murder, or someone else's murder entirely.
And so far, the only suspicious death in our victim's recent past is her friend's husband Jonty Mills.
But if she wanted to tell us about Jonty's murder, and someone tried to silence her for that, then .
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who was it? And why? I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Have a good evening, Inspector Parker.
Yeah.
Night, sir.
Thank you, guys.
Goodnight.
If you're working late, sir, I'm happy to stay - share the load.
Thanks, Naomi, but Well, it's not that I've got plans to stay, I'm just reluctant to go.
Ah, your sister.
The tornado.
I dread to think what carnage she's caused since I left this morning.
She still hasn't made up her mind, then? About whether or not she wants to marry her boyfriend? I wouldn't mind if I thought she was taking it seriously, but she just spends her time partying and wrecking my house.
Well, maybe she just needs some help, you know, focusing her thoughts.
It's a big decision.
Yeah, maybe.
Well, if you definitely don't need me, then, I'll see you in the morning.
Thanks, Naomi.
Goodnight.
Focusing her thoughts, huh? OK.
Izzy, you got any plans tonight? Hiya, you all right? How you doing? Evening, Nev.
Hiya.
This is nice of you, inviting me out for dinner.
Well, you know, I'm just doing my bit as a big brother.
So, how was your day? It was all right.
Finally made a start on painting the inside of the shack.
It's so dingy in there.
You did what? I'm only joking.
Your face! Very good.
I think someone might have left an envelope.
No, that That's me, actually.
It's for you.
I know you're struggling to work out how you feel about Mike and his proposal, and I wanted to help with that.
Maybe help focus your thoughts a bit.
A plane ticket home? In a day's time.
Well, yeah, you see, I realised that nothing focuses the mind quite like a deadline, so You're giving me a deadline to decide whether I want to get married for the rest of my life? Well I I hate you, Neville Parker.
Oh! Sorry, Nev, I didn't mean to.
You just really annoyed me.
Yeah, I got that.
I'm just a bit all over the place at the minute.
I get you're trying to help, but it's not as simple as you think.
What do you mean? I think I might be pregnant.
Wait, with Demetrius? No! Don't be daft.
It's definitely Mike's if I am.
I don't know for sure.
I haven't done a test.
I was a bit scared.
Did you suspect this before you came out here? Sort of pretending it might not be happening.
Look, don't worry.
It's going to be fine.
You And Your Smiling Face by Dennis Brown You and your smiling face Doesn't mean a thing to me Any man will pick you up Just because of that smile you've got Morning, Inspector.
Morning.
Beautiful day, isn't it? Yeah, I suppose.
I was wondering if you'd had a chance to look at the crime report I uploaded yesterday.
Crime report? Cornelius St Brice.
The gentleman who paid for his wedding decorations and The guy in the vest, you mean? It's just that it's his wedding day tomorrow, and I was wondering if there was any chance we could help him out.
I appreciate your concern, Darlene, but while we have a murder on our hands, that has to take priority.
I'm sorry.
Of course.
No problem, Inspector.
So, what's the latest here? The Gardai in Dublin emailed over the case file on Jonty Mills' death.
Anything jumping out? A couple of things, sir.
The toxicology report said Jonty Mills had a significant amount of alcohol in his system, which is why they first considered it to be an accident.
But, on top of that, Mr Mills' phone records show that he called Callum Wilding about 20 minutes after he left the house.
Did Callum say what it was about? In his statement, he said Jonty called about a five-a-side match they'd got booked in.
The thing is, sir, we now know that Jonty and Orla had a big argument that night about Astrid's paternity.
So if Jonty then goes and calls Callum, having just found out his wife was having an affair, and his daughter's not actually his, the last thing he's going to want to talk about is five-a-side football game.
Exactly.
Callum lied to the police.
Why? What was he hiding from them? It was me that had the fling with Orla.
18 years ago.
Her and Jonty were all over the place back then.
Orla was talking about a divorce.
Ironically, I was trying to talk her out of it.
And then it just happened between us.
After a few weeks, we both saw sense and it stopped.
And Astrid was the result? I'd buried that idea a long time ago.
It was only when Jonty called me that I knew for sure.
The night he went missing? He pressured Orla into telling him who the father was.
So what was said on that call? Not much.
I just knew I had to contain the situation as best I could.
I didn't want him anywhere near the house.
You didn't want Eve to find out.
That's what Jonty was doing down by the canal.
You told him to meet you there.
Yeah.
And what happened? Nothing.
I got there.
Waited.
And waited.
But he never showed.
It was only when the guards told us the time of death, that I realised that, while I'd been waiting, Jonty was already lying dead at the bottom of the canal, just a few feet away from me.
He'd fallen in before you got there? There was no-one else around when I arrived, so it must have been an accident.
Jonty was drunk, banged his head, fell in the canal.
Your friend's body wasn't discovered in that canal for two more days.
Why didn't you say something? I was a coward.
I knew if I spoke up, then the truth would come out, about the affair, about Astrid.
But if you think Eve was attacked because she thought one of us had murdered Jonty, you're very wrong.
So maybe Jonty's death was an accident after all, if we take Callum at his word.
He seems to be telling the truth.
If Jonty wasn't murdered, what was Eve referring to in her phone call? Marlon, what you got? I've been working through Eve Wilding's emails, and there have been ongoing emails between the victim and Astrid Mills, right up until the day she was attacked.
"If you don't tell your mum, I will.
" "You can't hide from this forever, Astrid.
" It seems like since her father died, Astrid has been losing her way.
Losing her way how? Drinking.
A lot.
Like, all day.
But no-one knew about it until one of her friends spoke to Eve, who teaches at Astrid's school.
How do we know all this? I managed to speak to this friend.
Her name is Lucy.
Such a sweet kid.
She said that Astrid would bring a flask of vodka to school and keep herself topped up all day, then go home and carry on drinking in her bedroom until she passed out.
And Eve was concerned.
She wanted to intervene? She wanted Astrid to tell her mum that she was in a bad way, and thought doing it here was a good time.
But Astrid was pretty nasty to Eve in those emails.
"Stay out of my life.
You're not even wanted here.
" We need to talk to Astrid.
Oh, and, Darlene? Great work.
Thank you, Inspector.
Oh, Commissioner.
We're just heading out to talk to a suspect.
Don't let me stop you, Inspector.
Sir.
Oh, please, sit.
My secretary passed on your message about an unsolved case involving some undelivered table decorations.
But, Commissioner, I just meant for you to call.
You didn't need to come all this way.
I was already passing.
There's nothing amiss, I hope? No, no, of course not.
Everything is just fine.
But? I was wondering if I could be doing a teeny bit more than I am to help out.
You didn't want Eve telling your mum about what's been going on with you since your dad died.
Your drinking.
I just I resented her trying to fix me when she should've been looking at her own messed-up life.
I don't understand.
I was there the night Mam and Dad argued.
I heard everything .
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about Callum, about me, about whose daughter I really was.
All of it.
And you didn't tell anybody? Like who? My mam? Callum? The people who had lied to me for my whole life? Lied to my dad? Why the hell would I want to talk to them about it? But, Eve, she was innocent in all this.
I don't know.
It's hard to explain.
I just I wanted to hurt her so much because she'd been so blind to it all.
Just like I had.
And did you? Hurt her? In a manner of speaking.
I told her the truth - all of it - after we scattered Dad's ashes.
There's something you need to know.
I wanted to see a reaction.
To see her feel how I felt.
And what did she say? Nothing.
She just carried on as if nothing had happened for the rest of the night.
It wasn't until we got back here to the villa and she got up and went outside that I could see she wasn't herself.
And when she went out onto that terrace and made the phone call, are you sure no-one followed her? I can promise you.
None of us moved an inch the whole night.
Sir, if Eve did confront Orla in the car about what she'd found out, then Orla would have known Astrid discovered the truth about Callum being her father.
And Orla would have no reason to kill Eve because there'd be no need to silence her.
So we've got no motives.
And no suspects.
Plus we have a reported murder where it's not even clear who the victim's supposed to be.
You know what? I think it's as good a time as any to call it a night.
Hold on, where's Darlene? The neighbour hasn't seen Mr LaCroix for a few days.
But that's not unknown.
When I was more hands-on, Benny would get up to this kind of thing all the time.
Handling stolen goods, low-level fraud.
So there's nothing more we can do to help Cornelius? Let me make a few calls.
Huh! Clean and tidy.
Izzy, you feeling all right? I'm out here.
You tidied up? Displacement activity.
Oh.
Yeah.
How'd you get on, Commissioner? Word is Benny LaCroix has gone off-radar.
Dumped his van up near Rue De Sanvestre.
I suggest we take a look.
You know, Commissioner, when I said I wanted to get a little bit hands-on, I didn't mean for you to be getting hands-on as well.
I know.
But this is a new role for you.
I'm keen to help out in any way I can.
Would it be fair to assume that you don't do this with all your new recruits? I'd say that's fair.
But, then, most of my recruits have had some actual police training under their belts.
I'm happy to help fill in the gaps while you're learning the ropes.
That's good of you, but it leaves me wondering, why are you so keen on me making a go of this? Because you care.
You care about people.
Why else would we be up here now, trying to fix Cornelius St Brice's wedding for him? Hm? I've learned, over the years that if people care about what they do, they tend to do it very well.
So, do you know what to do? Pee on it.
Try not to miss.
I could kill for one of those.
Hm.
You know, I had a pregnancy scare once.
Sorry, you what? Not literally me, obviously, but me and Zoe, when we were together, a long time ago.
And was she? No.
I was kind of hoping she would be, though.
I think Zoe was less keen.
I think that's why she left me.
Oh, I thought she just got fed up of you.
I think taking that test made her look ahead the next 20 years, you know, raising a kid and .
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she just didn't see me in the picture.
So what I'm trying to say is, whatever the result of this, it will be the right one.
Fate, you mean? Er, not Not exactly, but I thought me and Zoe splitting up wasn't meant to be, but if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't be here on this island, and I know that that was very definitely meant to be.
Hm.
Soyou doing this or what? Cornelius.
He's at it again.
Oh Good evening, Ms Curtis.
It's good to see you.
Sir.
Cornelius St Brice, the one and only, at your service.
Cornelius, what's going on? It's the table decorations I ordered.
I found them, see? And this is Benny LaCroix's van.
Do you know where Mr LaCroix is? I just heard his van had been spotted up here, so I thought I'd take a look.
It was unlocked .
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and I kind of helped myself.
It was unlocked, you say? Commissioner.
Keys for the van, and Benny's house keys, by the looks of it.
But no sign of the man himself.
Oh, hey.
How did it go? It takes a few minutes, so Come in.
Oh, Naomi.
Inspector.
Oh, hello.
Sorry to bother you at home.
The Commissioner called.
We've got an incident to deal with out on Rue De Sanvestre.
Now? Sounds pretty urgent.
You go.
I I'll be all right.
I should probably be here.
Seriously, go.
I think I'd prefer to be on my own, anyway.
I'll be back soon, all right? Naomi, isn't Rue De Sanvestre the same road that leads to Jonty Mills' villa? It is.
Coincidence or what? Sir.
We have a body? A man called Benny LaCroix.
He's been missing about three days.
It's thanks to Ms Curtis we came across his van.
What was he doing out here? I suspect the poor man was trying to make it to a service station.
What do we think happened to him? The paramedics said it was a blunt force trauma consistent with a road traffic incident.
We found Mr LaCroix's body in the water.
There's a bend, just there.
If a car came round at speed and it didn't see him, then But it means we have a hit and run on our hands, and no obvious suspect.
Sir, if this happened a few days ago Yeah.
Coincidence or what? Isn't Rue De Sanvestre the same road that leads to Jonty Mills' villa? It is.
Astrid and Callum walked back to the villa, so Orla and Eve drove home together.
Everything was friendly between them.
It wasn't until we got back here to the villa and she got up and went outside that I could see she wasn't herself.
I want to report a murder.
Could that be what Eve was phoning about the night she was attacked? Marlon, get the crime scene kit, would you? We've got some work to do.
This vehicle was parked here the first night we came here.
And every time we've been back since, it's still been here, which suggests it's unlikely to have been taken into the garage for repair.
But surely there'd be more damage if it was involved in a hit and run.
Not necessarily.
Depends on the speed, victim's body weight, angle of impact.
Oh, here we go.
A hair-line crack in the bumper.
Marlon, get onto the car hire company, would you? They'll have a log of all damages and scratches and so on.
Sir.
And I need you to process the whole of the front of this car, every last nook and cranny.
I don't know what a cranny is.
But when I find one, you'll be the first to know.
Time to talk to Orla? Yeah.
When you were driving back from the restaurant after you'd scattered your husband's ashes, you hit a pedestrian, didn't you? No.
Eve did.
I know we need to talk about it, but please, not just now.
You've kept your mouth shut for the past 20 years, Orla.
I guess there's no rush! That night, Eve found out that Callum was Astrid's real father, and she confronted you about it, didn't she, when you were driving back? She was very angry.
Upset.
You know, after so many years not knowing.
I knew it was going to come out! I just wanted to be the one to tell you You have got some brass neck, Orla.
You never wanted it to come out.
We searched the area.
There was no sign of him.
Part of me thought I'd imagined it.
What do we do now? We go back.
We arrived at the villa.
Callum and Astrid weren't back.
I told her I was going to call the police.
But you didn't.
So Eve took matters into her own hands and called us herself.
Look, I'll regret my actions for the rest of my life.
Eve was prepared to deal with the consequences.
If I'd just let her do the right thing, she wouldn't be in the state she's in now.
Yeah, but it wouldn't just be Eve facing consequences, would it? You're a lawyer.
If this came to light, you'd be struck off at best.
Worst case scenario, you'd be facing a custodial sentence.
It was imperative for you that Eve kept her mouth shut.
What, you really think it's a conspiracy? That me, my daughter, and Callum all colluded and made up this story? Because that's the only way your theory works.
She's right, sir, isn't she? We know more about what happened the night of Eve's attack, but we still have no idea how any of our three suspects could have done it.
They were all inside at the time of the attempted murder.
Yeah, and that's not the only thing that doesn't make any sense.
If it really was a hit and run, and neither of them know exactly what happened to Benny's body, then why did Eve refer to a murder when she called the police? Guilt? Maybe that's how she saw it.
They fled the scene.
They didn't try and help the victim.
Maybe.
DS Thomas speaking.
All right, thank you.
Thank you for letting me know.
Sir, that was the hospital.
Eve Wilding has regained consciousness.
Shall we go and talk to her now? Yeah.
Sir, I have an update on the car.
Er, I'll catch up, Naomi.
So the hire car company confirmed that the crack on the bumper was not there at the start of the week when the Mills family picked up the vehicle.
But I'm struggling to recover anything that confirms that it was that car that hit Benny LaCroix.
No blood, no fibres, not even any mud on it! I reckon someone gave it a clean, washed away the evidence.
But I guess if Orla was trying to cover up the accident, that's what she'd do, right? Yeah, that is what you'd do.
That's exactly what you would do.
You'd try and cover it up, right? And after you'd done that, then it It would just wash away.
Couldn't pick anything from the crime scene.
No fingerprints, footprints, clothing fibres.
Of course! That's what happened.
Sir? It must have been what happened! Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going? Eve's bedroom.
The answer lies in Eve's bedroom.
Oh, it's the Commissioner.
Can you take it? Just tell him I'm, you know, solving the case.
Yo, Commissioner, what can I do for you? Three people in a room.
They never left each other's sight, and yet, one of them strangled Eve on the terrace.
Orla was right.
Unless they all agreed on the same lie, it couldn't have happened.
It didn't happen, I'm sure of it.
So the Commissioner's at the lab, and the pathologists have an idea of what caused Benny LaCroix's death.
I'm willing to bet he wasn't hit by a car, right? How did you know that? Here it is.
The answer to all of our questions.
Is it a cranny, sir? Are you sure you're up to talking with me? Maybe it's easier if I start by telling you what we know.
Thank you all for gathering here.
Now, the events that occurred here two nights ago have been a long time in the making.
In the intervening 18 years since you had a brief affair with Callum and the subsequent pregnancy, you must have always known that, if the truth ever came out, it would hurt a number of people close to you.
Although even in your darkest moments, I imagine you never anticipated it would end as tragically as it has.
A paternity test confirmed that Jonty wasn't really Astrid's dad.
And we know Jonty's tragic death followed from that revelation.
Orla and your husband took the decision not to tell the Gardai the whole truth.
And ever since, Astrid has been dealing with the fact that her father, the man she loved for her entire life, wasn't her real father.
It was, in fact, a long-time family friend.
She's been living with that secret until she couldn't bear it any longer, and she eventually revealed it to the one person who was oblivious to the whole thing.
Astrid told you about your husband and Orla, that he was her real father, not Jonty.
There's something you need to know.
Jonty isn't my dad, Callum is.
And it was always Eve's phone call that was bothering us, right from the start, even when we found out what it was that she was referring to - that Orla and Eve had hit someone with their car.
Why would she describe what happened to Benny LeCroix as murder if it was just a hit and run, if it was just an accident? Indeed, the postmortem results confirm that Benny suffered blunt force trauma consistent with an RTI, a road traffic incident.
But the pathologist reckons that those injuries were survivable.
The real cause of death was drowning.
When you went looking for Benny that night, you found him, didn't you? Is he dead? And in that split-second, you made a decision.
Well, help me! Maybe it was guilt that drove you to do what you did next, or maybe it was simply self-preservation.
You'd already lost a husband, and now you were facing losing a daughter and a best friend.
I did it for Eve.
I didn't want her to suffer for our actions.
I genuinely thought he was dead.
I thought if we could hide him, you know, get him away from the scene, that she could walk away from all this.
But that wasn't what Eve wanted, was it? When you got back here to the house, Eve wanted to call the police.
Orla, what have we done? We have a chance of coming away from this with our lives intact.
In your mind, you'd fixed the situation.
Now it was just a case of sitting tight, holding your nerve, and playing happy families until you could get off the island.
But Eve couldn't do that, could she? I didn't want to go along with her plan.
I just couldn't.
I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
I don't know who you are any more.
For Christ's sake.
I was so scared.
That wasn't Orla in front of me.
That wasn't my friend.
It was just the look on her face, you know? It was sheer terror.
But then she just got up and walked away from me.
Unaware that her fate was already sealed.
You see, victims of manual strangulation can sometimes, if they survive, later on, find that their airway swells.
Sometimes there can be a delay between strangulation and passing out.
And I think that's exactly what happened to Eve by that pool when she was on the phone.
The effects of your earlier assault finally kicked in.
But there wasn't a mark on her.
That's true, and my guess is Orla managed to convince Eve that it would be better for everyone involved if the events that happened between them never came to light.
You covered Eve's bruising with concealer.
But, by that time, Eve's mind was already made up.
She was going to report Benny Lacroix's murder to the police, and she knew she had to do it discreetly and not cause a scene, and play along with your game.
And then she passed out in the pool.
And, of course, the water washed away the concealer and revealed the fingermarks from your earlier attack.
Like so much in this case, some things can only remain hidden for so long.
Orla Mills, I'm arresting you for the murder of Benny Lacroix and the attempted murder of Eve Wilding.
Are you sure it's all right? It's not evidence or nothing? It's fine.
You have our permission.
And you won't breathe a word to my Tiffany about the fact her table decorations got mixed up in a murder case? She might think it a bad omen.
Our lips are sealed, Cornelius.
You just go and give that girl the best day of her life.
You bet I will.
And thanks for all your efforts.
How was Eve? Fragile.
I guess that's the word.
Yeah.
Sir, Marlon and I can finish processing Mrs Mills if you want to head on home.
I'm sure your sister will be waiting.
Yeah.
I should probably get back.
And, thanks, Naomi.
This was a tough case, and I'm glad I was working on it with you.
Thank you, sir.
Izzy, I'm back.
Izzy? You all right? Izzy? Can I come in? "Hiya, Nev.
Surprise.
"Thanks for letting me kip at your place the last week.
"I came here for some breathing space, "and I think now I need it more than ever, "so I'm continuing this journey solo from here.
"Not sure where or for how long.
"So, hasta la vista, big brother.
"Love, Izzy.
"PS, if you hadn't worked it out" "I'm pregnant!" The victim is local reggae rapper Infamous T.
Whoever it was cut the lights, fired a single shot across the stage, killing our victim.
You think one of us helped get Trenton get killed? The financial check you asked me to do on your sister? It's come back.
Izzy's unpredictable at the best of times.
No telling what she's going to be like when she's pregnant and on the run from reality.
We got a possible suspect, sir.
Layla Carpenter.
Layla? You know her? We used to hustle the same patch, back in the day.
She took me under her wing, showed me the ropes.
You're going to have to bring her in.
She's a key witness in this case, and possibly still even a suspect.