Death In Paradise (2011) s13e07 Episode Script
Series 13, Episode 7
And as you can see
Yeah?
we're not in Kansas now, Toto.
So we made it.
I'm out here in the Caribbean
with my bestest buddies ever,
on the beautiful island of St Auguste.
It was a long flight - yawn -
but I did keep my skin hydrated.
So I'll give you some tips
on that later.
And I got to travel
Four years studying law,
I finally make partner,
and she earns twice as much as me
talking rubbish on the internet.
The world is going to hell
in a handcart.
We're going to go suss out
the hotel now,
so I'll check in with you guys later!
Cressy, it's going to
get seriously tedious if
you're doing that the
whole time we're here.
Hugo, sweetie, we wouldn't be here
if I didn't do this, so just shush.
Yeah, we're here. We literally
just got off the boat - look.
Christ, now he's at it as well.
No, you see, Daddy's in
another part of the world
right now. That's why
it's not raining here.
I know I won't be there
to tuck you in, sweetheart,
but Mummy will.
Course. I'll sing you to sleep
down the phone. Hurry up, Barney.
Bye, sweetie.
Thank you.
Thanks very much.
No, thank you.
INDISTlNCT CONVERSATION
These are our rooms.
Bags have already been taken up.
Er, meet for dinner
in the restaurant at seven?
Oh, I've got some work calls
to make. Can we say eight?
Fine. Great.
Oh! Sorry.
Sorry, sorry. No, um, my fault.
Long flight. Tell me about it.
Hi.
Um, I'm here to check in.
My name's Abigail Warner.
I've got a single room booked.
HUGO:
Cressy, please put your phone down.
Oh, just stop. No arguing, you two.
Let's start with
two bottles of the Chablis,
two of the Cab Sav
and see where we go from there.
God, I hate seeing people eat alone.
We should ask her to join us. Oh, Barn,
you're such a softie.
Don't you bloody dare.
I am not in the mood
for awkward conversation
with some ran do.
Second that. If I was on my own,
I'd like to think
someone would invite me over.
SHE LAUGHS
Excuse me?
We were just wondering
if you'd like to join us.
That's really very kind of you,
but, um,
I'm actually just going to have
a quick bite then hit the sack.
I want to get up early
for a swim, but, um
Right.
Maybe another night.
We'll hold you to it.
What?
Right, then, chaps.
I say we all get sloshed.
Cheers. Cheers!
Mm! Certainly fine.
Ugh!
That's not helping in the slightest.
I think I might actually still
be a bit drunk, you know.
It was the brandies. We did
not need the brandies, Hugo.
You can always say no.
Yeah, but you are very persuasive.
Right, I'm going for a swim,
see if that helps.
Good idea. I might join you.
Um, excuse me.
How do we get to the pool?
SHE SIGHS
SHE SIGHS AGAlN
Morning.
Oh, Maman, I know.
I can't wait to see you too.
I couldn't sleep last night -
I was so excited.
I'm all packed.
Boat's leaving in one hour, so
not long now.
SHE LAUGHS
Is that?
So, Darlene, I've been thinking.
If we stretch this out till lunchtime,
the Commissioner
will have to pay expenses.
And if we really push it,
we might even get an overnight
at the hotel.
Dwayne Myers,
I have no desire in getting
stuck in a hotel with you
for the night, thank you very much.
Even if it's for free?
Even.
Dwayne? Darlene?
Sarge?! Florence?
I'm really happy to see you, but
You can't be seen talking
with us like this.
What if we blow your cover?
No, it's OK, really.
I'm out of witness protection,
as of one hour and one, two,
three minutes exactly.
So this is where you've been
for the past two years,
here on St Auguste?
And you're allowed to go back
to Saint Marie?
Yeah, I am.
Ah! That is the best news.
We'll have to do
some real proper celebrating
back on the island tonight.
And the Commissioner told me
you're an officer now.
I'm so pleased.
And though it pains me to say it,
she's doing a really good job.
So, what are you doing here?
We got an accidental death reported.
There's no police on the island,
so the Commissioner sent us over.
Who's the victim?
I might know them if it's someone local.
It's a British woman
staying at the hotel.
She is only in her 30s.
Poor thing. Can I come with you?
Yeah. Thanks, guys.
OK, Sarge.
So, the victim's name is Abigail Warner.
Arrived from the UK
and checked in yesterday afternoon.
Alone? Last-minute booking.
The local doctor is pretty sure
Miss Warner drowned.
She assumed Miss Warner banged her head
on the bottom of the pool
when she dived in
and knocked herself out.
What a way to go, huh?
No-one was here when it happened?
No, but we do have
a definite time of death,
courtesy of the victim's smart watch.
The app monitoring her heart rate shows
it started to slow down at 8.14
and was stopped dead by 8.15.
Mm.
And you've got that look
on your face the chief gets
when something is not quite right.
I saw her earlier this morning
when I was running on the beach.
I think it was around 7.30.
OK. And?
I just think it's odd.
I mean, she went for a swim in the sea
and almost straight after came here
and went for another swim in the pool?
I guess.
But the English like to swim!
Especially when they're on holiday.
Cressida Dempsey and Amelia Templeton
found her body at 8.30.
They dived in, dragged her out.
OK, bring her this way.
Is she breathing?
It's not good.
OK, let's get her out.
Got no pulse, so went for help.
Apart from seeing her at dinner
the night before,
they'd never met the woman.
They're a group of old school friends
here on a freebie.
Cressida is one of
those online lifestyle gurus.
Hmph! Never pays for nothing,
by the sound of it.
And what are the staff saying?
Well, there's not much to say.
The victim was only here for 12 hours.
She seemed nice and polite.
What are you thinking, Sarge?
There's just something
not sitting right.
But it can't be murder.
No-one here met the woman -
not the guests, not the staff.
You know what?
Just do some quick background
on our victim, Abigail Warner,
and see what comes up.
OK.
Commissioner.
I know, it's been a long time coming.
I'm looking forward to seeing you too.
But that's not why I'm calling.
This is it, Harry.
The great unknown is calling.
Should have upgraded years ago.
Inspector?
Commissioner.
Apologies for the home visit.
I know you're busy making
the final preparations
for your trip.
But I'm afraid we have
a possible suspicious death
over on St Auguste.
Officers Myers and Curtis
are in attendance.
Do you want me and Naomi to head over?
Actually,
we already have a detective in sit
Oh?
DS Cassell.
Florence?
But isn't she?
Her protected witness status
was officially terminated this morning.
Oh, right.
But I
With Miranda Priestley
incarcerated for life
and her criminal network shut down,
DS Cassell's risk-to-life evaluation
has been downgraded.
Right, well, uh
that'sgreat, I guess.
Good.
With no police station
over on St Auguste,
I think DS Cassell should lead
the case on the ground,
and you and DS Thomas should
head up the investigation here.
OK.
Hmm.
OK.
Actually, they're just
arriving now, Darlene.
I'll let them know. OK, bye.
Commissioner, Inspector.
I think DS Cassell is right about this.
The whole thing is getting
odder by the minute.
We've been looking into the victim,
um, Abigail Warner,
and it turns out she attended
an exclusive private school
called Hardens in west London
in her teens.
Now, Darlene said the guests
who found the victim
were quite
"highfalutin" is the word she used.
So we did a quick check and found
this.
Hi, guys!
I've got some really
exciting news for you.
Next week, I'm headed out
to this funky little hotel
in the Caribbean
with three of my best friends
from Hardens. Eee! I can't wait!
So there were four other people
staying at the hotel
who went to the same school
as the victim?
Not just the same school, Inspector.
They were in the same year as her.
So you did know who Abbey was.
We need to tell them the truth.
They're going to find out
sooner or later.
Aren't they, Cress?
Go on.
So, last night,
when we first saw Abbey,
we genuinely, cross my heart,
didn't recognise her.
God, I hate seeing people eat alone.
But?
After Barney spoke with her briefly,
I sort of started to remember.
Something about her, you know -
it just rang a bell.
You realised it was
an old school friend?
I'm sure it's her. Abbey Warner.
Sorry, can we just be clear about this?
Because facts do matter,
especially when you're throwing around
wild accusations about murder.
The simple truth is
Abbey was not our friend,
all right?
So you didn't like her, then?
No, that's not what I said.
Please don't twist my words.
What I'm saying is,
we hardly knew the girl.
Which is why we're not likely
to go and kill her, are we?
When you realised you recognised her,
did you go speak with her?
Do you want to field that one, Cress?
I was already going to, all right?
Um, I went to see her
in her bedroom this morning,
before breakfast.
She was just heading out for a swim.
What did you say?
Just that we knew it was her,
we'd checked her name
with reception and, well,
what was she doing here?
And what did she say?
Nothing, really.
Just that it wasn't what I thought
and that I should just leave her alone.
And I admit
I may have got a little irate.
The maid gave me some funny looks
when I left Abbey's room, but
I didn't kill her.
I already checked with the maid,
and she confirmed
that she heard raised voices,
saw Miss Dempsey leaving shortly after.
Fine! Forget it.
That was just before eight o'clock.
So Abbey came back to her room
after swimming on the beach.
Yeah.
What did you do after that?
I came straight down
and met the others for breakfast.
You can ask the staff
if you don't believe us.
You were all here until the two of you
went dawn to the pool at half past
and found Miss Warner dead?
You're not saying that it was
anything more than an accident, are you?
We're not ruling anything out.
SHE EXHALES
OK
I think we're good to go.
VlDEOCALL RlNGS OU
Commissioner!
It's so nice to see you.
And you, DS Cassell, and you.
I'm just sorry it's not in person.
Soon, though. I'll be back soon.
And Naomi! Hi.
Hey, Sarge. You look so well.
Hey, Florence.
You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you.
Still got your rucksack?
Yeah. Don't leave the house without it.
It's really great to see you.
You too.
Er, I'm afraid, as much
as I would like nothing more
than to catch up, we do need
to focus on the case.
Sure, sir. Of course.
So, Dwayne and Darlene have bagged up
all the evidence from the scene.
Should be on its way
back to you shortly.
There's a change of clothes being
sent over on the boat for them both.
I've liaised with the UK police
to arrange a search
of the victim's home,
and the Commissioner
broke the news to Miss Warner's mother.
Was she able to tell us anything?
Not much.
It was a shock for her, as you'd expect.
Abigail lived a little outside London,
worked for a large
city accountancy firm,
currently not in a relationship.
I'm going to speak
with her more in the morning,
when we've worked out
what we're dealing with here.
Also, I checked with reception,
and Abbey only made the booking
a few days ago,
not long after Cressida Dempsey
announced their trip
on social media.
So, she came to St Auguste
possibly knowing
that her four old classmates
would be there.
And 12 hours later, she's found dead.
Suspicious, to say the least.
Hmm.
Except, if her death wasn't an accident
and someone drowned her,
our four likely suspects were
together in the restaurant
when it happened at 8.15.
So if it was one of them
that did it, then
How?
We're screwed, aren't we?
Really properly screwed.
So, it's such good news about Florence.
It was so lovely to see her today.
Do you know when she'll
get back to Saint Marie?
Before Neville leaves?
Hopefully.
Do you know what exactly happened
between the both of them?
SHE INHALES SHARPLY
I mean,
I know he liked her, and
he seemed to really
miss her when she left.
But did anything ever actually happen?
Neville wanted more
but Florence
He would always only be a friend to her.
He still cares about her, I think.
But I don't know
if he admits it to himself.
Thanks.
So, the Sarge is at the crime scene
taking another look.
She wants us to search
the victim's room.
Oh!
I take it you're enjoying
your stay here, then?
I slept like a baby on a log.
And as for dinner,
I really took advantage
of room service, you know.
So what did you order?
What didn't I order?
A plate of accras. Mm.
Fish and coconut sauce,
a side of callaloo
and banana cake for dessert.
Oh, and a few cold beers
to wash it all down.
I could really get used to
living the high life, you know.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Yes-I!
PHONE VlBRATES
Morning, Sarge.
Sarge? DS Thomas just called.
They've got something for us.
Hugo Kingsley. Aspiring politician.
Heads up a think tank in Westminster.
Been allocated a constituency
for the next election.
Hmph! He's not a very nice man
if you ask me.
He is as snotty as they come, hmph!
And he's also a liar.
There's way more history
between him and the victim
than he's admitting. Go on.
The Commissioner spoke
with Abigail Warner's mother
again this morning.
Turns out she was
on scholarship at Hardens.
She's from a very different background
to these other guys.
Raised by a single-parent mum
on a council estate in Rotherhithe.
According to Abigail's mother,
she hated her time at school.
Felt like she never really fitted in.
Got teased, then bullied - badly.
A lot of which was
instigated by Hugo Kingsley.
Sounds like he made her life
pretty miserable.
Definitely not a nice man, Darlene.
Hmm.
Your school records,
showing a handful of complaints
made against you by Abigail Warner.
And from what her mother tells us,
there's a lot more
that Abigail never reported.
I don't know what you want me to say.
She was just some girl at school.
Maybe I did behave a little
ungraciously towards her.
SHE SCOFFS
You don't get away
with calling your behaviour
"ungracious".
We have read that school report.
Can we just stop being
quite so judgy, please?
I thought you were here
to solve a murder,
not adjudicate on my past misdemeanors.
DARLENE SCOFFS
So you admit what you did was wrong?
I suppose I may have treated
Abbey not brilliantly,
but, you know, I was dealing
with some pressures of my own.
Like what?
My father expected a lot academically.
He could be pretty hard on me at times.
Not what you'd call a forgiving man.
So I guess I deflected
some of that onto Abbey.
She became a sort of punchbag,
I'm somewhat ashamed to admit.
Why her? Why pick on Abbey?
Because she was an easy target.
The scholarship girl -
stuck out like a sore thumb
with that accent
and her bad hair, cheap clothes
But, look, why you think
any of this would mean
I'd go and drown the woman now,
I really don't know.
We still don't know
what Abbey was doing here.
But if she was threatening you
with revenge,
outing you as a bully
Which she wasn't, to be clear.
But if she was
and with you about to
stand for public office
Probably wouldn't want that
getting out, would you?
Look
I'm not proud of how I treated Abbey,
but if she'd come here looking
for some sort of retribution
all these years later
What?
Let's just say there's
others did worse than me.
I don't know why Hugo
would say that about me.
It just didn't didn't happen.
Any of it.
Mr Keats, there are ways we can find out
if what he's alleging is true.
We can contact the mobile phone
network provider.
I know this all happened some time ago,
but there will be records of it.
I was a very different person back then.
I was 16. I didn't know any better.
So, then, tell us your version
of what happened.
Um
Abbey and I, we, er
We got together
for a while.
I hadn't yet been with a girl,
and I was pretty keen to
What about Abbey? Did she like you?
A bit, I guess.
She was all right, you know,
if you got to know her.
She was a bit a bit shy,
a bit awkward, but
nice.
I thought it would get me
some kudos with the other lads.
It just became a bit of a joke
that I was sleeping
with the girl from the council estate.
So I started to resent her.
Is that why you got her to send
you some photographs of her -
naked -
that you then shared with your friends?
You know that's a crime?
I didn't then
And if Abbey was to have pursued it,
even now, 15 years later,
you would be arrested
and very possibly charged.
I can see how this looks,
but I've got two little girls back home
who mean the world to me,
and the thought of losing them,
going to jail for murder,
it doesn't bear thinking about.
I promise you, DS Cassell,
it wasn't me that killed her.
Hugo, what on earth are you playing at,
dropping me in it like that?
Seriously, Barney, just calm down.
Come on, Barney, they'd have found
out sooner or later, like they did with me.
I was doing you a favour,
getting it over and done with.
Look, you can bury these things
as deep as you like,
but it all surfaces at some point,
and you're deluded
if you thought otherwise.
I'm off for a dip in the sea.
See you at dinner?
Yeah. Thank you.
Yeah, that is great.
Thanks very much.
So, the UK police have
just finished searching
Abigail Warner's flat.
They found a journal
that she'd started a few months ago,
and there's references
to all four suspects in it.
They're going to scan it
and send it over.
I spoke to Abigail's GP.
She's had therapy
on and off over the years.
Started in her early 20s.
I think what happened at Hardens
cast a bit of a shadow.
She suffered anxiety
and some depression.
So why come all the way here,
to a hotel where the people
who bullied you are staying,
all these years later?
What did she want?
Also
the postmortem
and toxicology came through -
confirms Abigail Warner's death
was due to drowning,
time of death as 8.15.
Huh.
The toxicology report found
traces of sleeping tablets
in her system.
Yeah, they were prescribed by her GP.
Dwayne found the bottle in her bedroom.
Why? What are you thinking?
Well, maybe it was an accident
after all.
She got sleepy, fell in,
banged her head
Except the pathologist found
abrasions to the skin
on her upper arms and shoulders
consistent with someone
forcing her under the water.
Well, if that is what happened,
then we're left
with the same old problem.
If one of the suspects
held her underwater
for the full minute
it would take her to die,
how could they have done it?
When they were all sat together
having breakfast in the restaurant
at the exact time it happened.
Yeah.
I'll update Florence.
So I've just done my
yoga session for the day.
I'm sipping on a chai latte
and just feeling
kind of super spiritual.
So just wanted to say
we are all really blessed to be here.
Don't tell me
that you're a fan of hers now.
Not likely.
I don't know what the hell
she's going on about half the time.
SHE CHUCKLES
So is that the victim's laptop?
According to her internet history,
she'd been watching
quite a few of these videos
and looking up the other suspects online
before she came out here.
But there's been no email
or phone contact between them.
She also had these.
Plus a plastic case for a memory card,
with no memory card in it
or in the camera.
Do you think maybe
somebody had taken it?
I did a search of the suspects' rooms.
Nothing inside there.
But we could take a look around
the rest of the hotel
in the morning.
It really is lively
having you both here.
It's been so long
since I've done anything like this.
You didn't make any friends here?
I was told to keep myself apart
as much as I could.
So, you couldn't speak to people?
I could say hello, make small talk,
just not engage in friendships.
At least not until
the court case was over.
That must have been so lonely.
Just you.
Some days were easier than others.
I got into a routine quickly.
It helped.
But every now and then,
I'd get tripped up,
start remembering my family
and my friends, and
all you can think is
how everybody's life
is moving forward without you.
You should know, without a doubt,
everyone was missing you so much.
Especially the Inspector, bless him.
It was such a wrench for him
seeing you go.
And I missed him.
More than I thought I would.
A lot more, actually.
You did?
When you're on your own for so long,
you start to realise
who matters to you most,
because what you miss
is how they made you feel.
Do you think you'll tell him
when you get back?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Well, well, well, good evening, ladies.
Mm. OK, let's eat.
I'm absolutely starving, you know.
Young lady?
Goodness.
That feels a long time ago now.
There's quite a few like that
over a couple of years
You at Abbey's house, playing together,
looking very much like you were friends.
We were, for a while, good friends.
Why didn't you tell us?
Because nobody else really knew.
It was It was a secret.
Our secret.
We had such fun.
Abbey was, um, like a different person
when she was away from Hardens,
and all of the overbearing
people that were there.
So what happened?
The photos stop when you were both 16.
Did you fall out?
No, things just got
a little more complicated,
the way that they can
when you're a teenager.
How do you mean?
Cliques formed,
friendships became more territorial.
It started to feel like
I had to commit, you know,
choose who my friends were.
But Abbey wasn't one of them?
It was too much to, um,
try and explain or defend
why I hung around with her.
I was a coward.
I let her down.
Why did you go and speak with her?
Because one of us had to, I guess,
and I thought she might open up
to me more than the others.
But she didn't?
SHE SIGHS
But we only have your word on that.
Sorry?
We don't really know
what was said between you both.
I'm not lying.
Why would I lie?
You've already lied to us.
Twice.
Maybe you were the one
Abbey had come here to find.
She held you responsible
for what happened to her.
Abandoning her.
So you think that's why
I might have killed her?
Because I didn't want anyone to find out
that we used to be friends?
Oh, you're not seriously
suggesting that, are you?
It's not a good look, is it
for you as a
What is it?
an influencer?
Your friend was bullied,
and you turned your back.
Not great for your brand
if that ever made it online.
People can be very judgmental
on social media.
But I'm sure you already knew that.
I let someone down, DS Cassell.
It's not my finest moment,
or something I'm particularly proud of,
but it's hardly the crime of the century
or this snappy bit of clickbait
you seem to think it is.
Certainly not worth murdering over.
If we're done?
Hmm.
Sarge?
Mm-hm?
Dwayne and I are going to
start searching the grounds.
I'll check in with the Inspector.
Ah, um, I should have said.
After our conversation last night
about you-know-who
Yeah, forget about that.
No, no, no.
You've got to know.
The Inspector is leaving Saint Marie.
Tomorrow, actually.
He's going to go travelling.
I should have said yesterday,
but, with Dwayne there,
I didn't get a chance.
Wait.
Neville is going travelling?
I know, right?
Who would have thought it?
I'm just saying,
if you were going to,
you know, say something,
then you haven't got long.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Morning, Inspector.
Morning, Naomi.
Oh.
Er
I thought the place would be
in more of a disarray,
seeing that you're leaving tomorrow.
Tell me about it.
I've still got so much left to do.
I've got stuff to clear out,
things to buy for my trip,
accommodation to book.
Plus I need to make a list
of Harry's dietary requirements
for whoever moves in next.
I was going to make a start
on it all last night,
but I got caught up in the case.
Oh, Abigail's journal.
Found anything?
As a matter of fact,
I think I might have. Come on.
So, she started writing this
four months ago.
It's something she's done
from time to time
since she started therapy.
Did she say what prompted it this time?
There was an incident
of bullying at her workplace.
It wasn't involving her directly,
but she helped who it was
happening to to deal with it.
Stirred up some bad memories?
Yeah, I think she realised that
she never had a chance
to confront her bullies,
never saw justice done,
and was still angry about it.
That's why she came to St Auguste -
to confront them all?
I think so. But the thing that
caught my interest is
she starts referring
to one date specifically.
"I keep coming back to that night."
ABIGAIL: I still struggle
to make sense of what happened.
Still feel sick when I remember.
Scares me to go there in my head.
The 5th of March 2010.
We're not far off that date now.
Which is why I cross-checked it,
and I found this.
On the night of the 5th of March 2010,
Amelia Templeton was involved
in a road traffic accident.
It was near the River Thames,
a place called Barnes,
and according to the report,
Abigail Warner was in the car too.
And was it serious?
Well, no-one was injured too badly,
but if it was just a minor RTA,
why would it still haunt Abigail?
What was she scared to make sense of?
AMELIA: It's not what you think.
There's no dark secret about that
night that I'm hiding from you.
OK, so what happened? Tell me.
There was a party at a friend's house.
Parents away, lots of kids from school.
I was driving there, running late,
when I saw Abbey walking
the other way, tears streaming.
So what did you do?
I pulled over and got out.
She looked broken,
like it had all got too much for her,
the last ounce of resilience
stamped out.
Had someone harmed her in some way?
Not physically, no.
She insisted no-one had touched her.
So, what?
It was probably just more of the same.
I - I couldn't leave her like that,
so we got in my car and just drove.
Talked a bit. Me more than her.
About?
I just tried to convince her
that there were just four months
till the end of school.
If she could finish her exams
and get out of Hardens,
then life would get better.
She just nodded,
like even a few months felt unbearable.
Hmm.
And after that?
I drove her home.
Um, I was distracted,
keeping an eye on her.
That's when the accident happened.
Abbey covered for me
so I wouldn't get in trouble
with my dad.
It was like a pact between us.
She helped me out
if I didn't tell anyone
the state I found her in.
So why do you stay friends with them,
knowing how they treated her?
To be honest
we hardly see each other any more-
Just odd things like this, thankfully.
But to answer your question,
it's because I've seen what they can do
if you don't play along.
And even now, all these years later
it's safer inside the tent than out.
On the same day she booked
the tickets to fly out here
she wrote, "I need to be brave."
Nothing after that.
Which again suggests
she travelled to St Auguste
for a reason - to confront
her past in some way.
And what about working out
how our killer managed to drown
Abigail Warner?
No progress at this end,
I'm afraid, sir.
Nor here.
Then I'm afraid yourself,
Office Curtis, Officer Myers,
will have to remain
on St Auguste another night.
I'm sorry you face a further delay
to your return, DS Cassell.
I understand, sir.
And we've still not been able
to find the memory card
for Abbey's camera,
so we'll get up first thing
to continue the search.
I'm just hoping none of this stops me
from getting back
before DI Parker leaves.
A little bird tells me
you're heading off into the sunset
to do some travelling!
Er, yeah.
I am, yeah.
Tomorrow.
I'm having a last drink
at Catherine's Bar at three.
Hopefully, you'll make it back by then.
I really hope so too.
Inspector?
Have you not gone home?
What about your trip?
You leave this evening.
When are you going to do your packing?
I just wanted to try and find
something useful to help Florence,
give her a fighting chance
of solving this murder
sooner rather than later.
And have you?
HE SIGHS
And I came in early
hoping you wouldn't be here.
Wanted to set the place up
for your last day.
You didn't have to do that.
Of course I do.
But now it won't be a surprise.
So you'll just have to watch me
put it all up.
We're never going to find it
Guys? Guys, over here.
Have you found something, Sarge?
I think it belonged to Abbey.
I saw her take it off on the beach.
SHE GASPS
The memory card!
AlR SQUELCHES
if one of the suspects
held her underwater
for the full minute
it would take her to die,
how could they have done it?
The pathologist found abrasions
to the skin.
The toxicology report found traces
of sleeping tablets in her system.
So Abbey came back to her room
after swimming on the beach?
Morning.
She confirmed hearing raised voices,
saw Miss Dempsey leaving shortly after.
"I need to be brave."
Which suggests she travelled
to St Auguste for a reason.
Naomi, hold on.
May I?
Of course.
Of course!
I'll need to go and check
the swimming pool again,
but I think you're right.
It's the only way
the killer could have done it.
And the memory card -
what do you think
it was doing in the tree?
I think Abbey left it somewhere.
She wanted us to find it.
You think there was something
on it she wanted us to see?
On the morning of the murder,
between her leaving the beach
after her swim
and being drowned in the pool,
I think Abbey realised
someone was trying to kill her.
I no fact, in many ways,
the murder was already in progress.
Exactly.
You solved it!
You solved it!
We both did.
We always were a good team.
OK, we'd better go
and make the arrest now.
OK.
This is the last entry
in Abigail Warner's journal,
written over a week ago.
"I need to be brave."
Having lived under the shadow
of fear for so long,
enduring what she was
put through at school,
and struggling on and off
with the fallout,
she wanted change in her life,
a sense of justice.
And the only way for her to achieve that
was to face the demons
that had haunted her for so long.
Amelia, you said yourself
you four hardly see each other any more.
Just odd things like this.
Mm.
So, having seen you announce online
that you were all reuniting here,
on St Auguste,
I think Abbey saw it as her one chance,
her one shot at standing up to you all.
So
This video was recorded
covertly by Abbey
in her hotel bedroom
the night before she was murdered.
It explains an awful lot.
KNOCKlNG ON DOOR
ABBEY: I'm coming!
I know it's you, so don't deny it.
What's going on, Abbey?
Why are you here?
Are you stalking us?
I guess I
I wanted to see you
see if you'd changed.
Well, if you're expecting an apology,
you're not going to get one.
You should be apologising to us,
pitching up here uninvited.
You're not wanted.
You never were.
Still just a stain in our lives.
You can't talk to me like that!
Like you used to.
Because unlike you, I have changed,
and I refuse to be a victim any more.
And I'm going to make sure people
know what you did to me.
What what do you mean?
What are you going to do?
Take a leaf out of your book.
If you can go online,
telling the world about every little detail
of your life, then so can I.
You wouldn't.
You know
I watch you in those videos, Cress,
making out like you're
this kind, caring person,
but what you did to me at school,
pretending you were my friend
when it was just an act,
a lie.
That night,
that party -
I remember it to this day.
Seeing you with Hugo and Barney,
realising that everything
that was happening to me
was dawn to you.
You stirring up rumours.
You goading them into bullying me.
Getting Barney to ask me
to send him photos,
just so you could spread them
humiliate me.
Why would you do that to someone?
How cruel are you
that you'd want to do that?
You are a manipulative little bitch,
and people need to know it.
I'd like you to leave now.
DOOR SLAMS SHU
SHE EXHALES SHARPLY
Wow.
And that's why Abbey had to die.
Because she was about to reveal
to the world
just who you really are.
And you knew you'd never survive it,
not when all you've got
to offer is yourself.
Because I checked.
Six million followers,
a six-figure income,
all gone because Abbey
wanted to tell the truth,
to be brave.
I think she probably knew
you hadn't changed,
Miss Dempsey,
but I don't think
she ever thought for a second
that you would resort to murder.
I - I didn't murder her.
Yes, you did. We know you did.
And we can prove it.
We know how you did it.
The morning after the conversation
we just witnessed,
you went to see Abbey again,
around seven,
under the pretence of convincing her
to reconsider her actions.
But once more,
there was an ulterior motive.
You intended to dope her.
Exhibit A - Abigail Warner's
sleeping tablets.
I assume you noticed them
when you were in her room
the previous night
and realised that would be
a method of murder.
So when you visited her
the next morning
I think you made an excuse
to go to the bathroom.
Once you were alone,
you took the powder from the capsules,
and when you went back to the bedroom,
sneaked them into her water flask.
Now, it wouldn't take too long
for them to start working,
so I assume you kept an eye on Abbey.
DARLENE:
And by the time the sleeping pills
were taking effect,
Abbey had had her swim
and was heading back
to her room, feeling
Here we go.
suddenly drowsy.
You'd obviously noticed
that Abbey wore a smart watch.
You'd worked out
how you could just delay
her death in some way.
Then you could give yourself an alibi.
But how?
It's my Inspector who worked it out.
In the photo Abbey took of herself
the night before the murder,
there's an airbed seen floating
on the pool behind her.
When I searched the storage area
by the swimming pool,
it was deflated.
Exhibit B.
When Abbey was out cold,
you did two things.
Firstly, you inflicted
a small wound to her head,
so that when her drowned body
was recovered,
we'd assume she banged her head
on the bottom of the pool.
You then moved her body onto the airbed,
which is what caused
the abrasions on her skin.
Then you pushed
the airbed into the pool.
Once she was in place
AlR HISSES
..you began to let the air out.
Having left Abbey like this,
you needed to make sure
no-one discovered her.
With the pool having
already been cleaned,
there would be no reason
for the staff to go down there,
and the guests were all at breakfast.
But just in case one of them
suddenly decided to go for a swim,
I think you put out the sign
stating the pool was closed
for cleaning,
so if anyone did approach,
they'd turn back.
That's right.
When Cress and I got dawn
to the pool at half eight,
the sign was still out.
Seemed odd.
That can't be right.
This left you one more task
to complete -
give yourself an alibi.
So you took Abbey's key,
headed back to her room,
and made it appear
as if you and she were arguing.
But I just need you to tell me
what you're doing here, Abbey.
But what the maid really heard
Fine! Forget it.
was just you.
You left the room, making sure
that you were noticed,
and went and joined
your friends for breakfast,
here at the restaurant.
Meanwhile, the air seeped out
of the airbed
keeping Abbey afloat,
until it became waterlogged
and sank to the bottom of the pool
leaving Abbey face down
and unconscious in the water.
And that's how she drowned
dying at 8.15 exactly,
while you were surrounded
by a restaurant full of witnesses
who would all confirm
you were nowhere near
the scene of the crime.
I assume after you and Amelia
discovered the body together,
you waited for her to go
and get some help,
before removing the deflated airbed
from the pool and putting it
back in the storage room.
Abbey's water flask has gone
to the lab for testing,
and we all know
what the results will be.
The one thing you didn't bank on
was that Abbey
was one step ahead of you.
I believe, as she walked
from the beach to the pool that morning,
the sleeping tablets
starting to take effect,
she realised
something was terribly wrong.
So just in case,
she left the memory card
with the footage
from the night before on it
in a place we'd eventually find it.
All she wanted was for people
to hear what happened to her,
to know the truth of what you did
all three of you did
and now they will.
Cressida Dempsey, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Abigail Warner.
WHISPERlNG: Thank you.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
Sarge
I am so proud of you.
Yeah.
Get off!
I assume that's the last of it.
PHONE VIBRATES
Oh, no, the time! I forgot.
Hi.
Hey. How'd you get on?
Good. We made the arrest.
Congratulations. I knew you'd nail it.
Thank you. I couldn't have done it
without you.
Don't be silly. Course you could.
So, er, I'm at the airport.
Just had my leaving drinks.
Commissioner made a little speech,
broadly complimentary.
Nicest he's ever been to me.
The only thing missing was,
er was you.
I'm sorry, I
Oh, no, no.
No need to apologise.
It's not your fault.
ON TANNOY: We are now preparing
Flight AH142 to Dominica.
Well, er, that's me.
I should probably go
and catch my flight.
I really wanted to see you before.
I know.
Just our luck, eh?
It's been really, really lively
to see you again, Florence,
even if it's just on a screen.
You too.
So, er, I guess this is goodbye.
Again.
Bye, Neville.
So, how was your day?
SIREN WAILS
Yeah?
we're not in Kansas now, Toto.
So we made it.
I'm out here in the Caribbean
with my bestest buddies ever,
on the beautiful island of St Auguste.
It was a long flight - yawn -
but I did keep my skin hydrated.
So I'll give you some tips
on that later.
And I got to travel
Four years studying law,
I finally make partner,
and she earns twice as much as me
talking rubbish on the internet.
The world is going to hell
in a handcart.
We're going to go suss out
the hotel now,
so I'll check in with you guys later!
Cressy, it's going to
get seriously tedious if
you're doing that the
whole time we're here.
Hugo, sweetie, we wouldn't be here
if I didn't do this, so just shush.
Yeah, we're here. We literally
just got off the boat - look.
Christ, now he's at it as well.
No, you see, Daddy's in
another part of the world
right now. That's why
it's not raining here.
I know I won't be there
to tuck you in, sweetheart,
but Mummy will.
Course. I'll sing you to sleep
down the phone. Hurry up, Barney.
Bye, sweetie.
Thank you.
Thanks very much.
No, thank you.
INDISTlNCT CONVERSATION
These are our rooms.
Bags have already been taken up.
Er, meet for dinner
in the restaurant at seven?
Oh, I've got some work calls
to make. Can we say eight?
Fine. Great.
Oh! Sorry.
Sorry, sorry. No, um, my fault.
Long flight. Tell me about it.
Hi.
Um, I'm here to check in.
My name's Abigail Warner.
I've got a single room booked.
HUGO:
Cressy, please put your phone down.
Oh, just stop. No arguing, you two.
Let's start with
two bottles of the Chablis,
two of the Cab Sav
and see where we go from there.
God, I hate seeing people eat alone.
We should ask her to join us. Oh, Barn,
you're such a softie.
Don't you bloody dare.
I am not in the mood
for awkward conversation
with some ran do.
Second that. If I was on my own,
I'd like to think
someone would invite me over.
SHE LAUGHS
Excuse me?
We were just wondering
if you'd like to join us.
That's really very kind of you,
but, um,
I'm actually just going to have
a quick bite then hit the sack.
I want to get up early
for a swim, but, um
Right.
Maybe another night.
We'll hold you to it.
What?
Right, then, chaps.
I say we all get sloshed.
Cheers. Cheers!
Mm! Certainly fine.
Ugh!
That's not helping in the slightest.
I think I might actually still
be a bit drunk, you know.
It was the brandies. We did
not need the brandies, Hugo.
You can always say no.
Yeah, but you are very persuasive.
Right, I'm going for a swim,
see if that helps.
Good idea. I might join you.
Um, excuse me.
How do we get to the pool?
SHE SIGHS
SHE SIGHS AGAlN
Morning.
Oh, Maman, I know.
I can't wait to see you too.
I couldn't sleep last night -
I was so excited.
I'm all packed.
Boat's leaving in one hour, so
not long now.
SHE LAUGHS
Is that?
So, Darlene, I've been thinking.
If we stretch this out till lunchtime,
the Commissioner
will have to pay expenses.
And if we really push it,
we might even get an overnight
at the hotel.
Dwayne Myers,
I have no desire in getting
stuck in a hotel with you
for the night, thank you very much.
Even if it's for free?
Even.
Dwayne? Darlene?
Sarge?! Florence?
I'm really happy to see you, but
You can't be seen talking
with us like this.
What if we blow your cover?
No, it's OK, really.
I'm out of witness protection,
as of one hour and one, two,
three minutes exactly.
So this is where you've been
for the past two years,
here on St Auguste?
And you're allowed to go back
to Saint Marie?
Yeah, I am.
Ah! That is the best news.
We'll have to do
some real proper celebrating
back on the island tonight.
And the Commissioner told me
you're an officer now.
I'm so pleased.
And though it pains me to say it,
she's doing a really good job.
So, what are you doing here?
We got an accidental death reported.
There's no police on the island,
so the Commissioner sent us over.
Who's the victim?
I might know them if it's someone local.
It's a British woman
staying at the hotel.
She is only in her 30s.
Poor thing. Can I come with you?
Yeah. Thanks, guys.
OK, Sarge.
So, the victim's name is Abigail Warner.
Arrived from the UK
and checked in yesterday afternoon.
Alone? Last-minute booking.
The local doctor is pretty sure
Miss Warner drowned.
She assumed Miss Warner banged her head
on the bottom of the pool
when she dived in
and knocked herself out.
What a way to go, huh?
No-one was here when it happened?
No, but we do have
a definite time of death,
courtesy of the victim's smart watch.
The app monitoring her heart rate shows
it started to slow down at 8.14
and was stopped dead by 8.15.
Mm.
And you've got that look
on your face the chief gets
when something is not quite right.
I saw her earlier this morning
when I was running on the beach.
I think it was around 7.30.
OK. And?
I just think it's odd.
I mean, she went for a swim in the sea
and almost straight after came here
and went for another swim in the pool?
I guess.
But the English like to swim!
Especially when they're on holiday.
Cressida Dempsey and Amelia Templeton
found her body at 8.30.
They dived in, dragged her out.
OK, bring her this way.
Is she breathing?
It's not good.
OK, let's get her out.
Got no pulse, so went for help.
Apart from seeing her at dinner
the night before,
they'd never met the woman.
They're a group of old school friends
here on a freebie.
Cressida is one of
those online lifestyle gurus.
Hmph! Never pays for nothing,
by the sound of it.
And what are the staff saying?
Well, there's not much to say.
The victim was only here for 12 hours.
She seemed nice and polite.
What are you thinking, Sarge?
There's just something
not sitting right.
But it can't be murder.
No-one here met the woman -
not the guests, not the staff.
You know what?
Just do some quick background
on our victim, Abigail Warner,
and see what comes up.
OK.
Commissioner.
I know, it's been a long time coming.
I'm looking forward to seeing you too.
But that's not why I'm calling.
This is it, Harry.
The great unknown is calling.
Should have upgraded years ago.
Inspector?
Commissioner.
Apologies for the home visit.
I know you're busy making
the final preparations
for your trip.
But I'm afraid we have
a possible suspicious death
over on St Auguste.
Officers Myers and Curtis
are in attendance.
Do you want me and Naomi to head over?
Actually,
we already have a detective in sit
Oh?
DS Cassell.
Florence?
But isn't she?
Her protected witness status
was officially terminated this morning.
Oh, right.
But I
With Miranda Priestley
incarcerated for life
and her criminal network shut down,
DS Cassell's risk-to-life evaluation
has been downgraded.
Right, well, uh
that'sgreat, I guess.
Good.
With no police station
over on St Auguste,
I think DS Cassell should lead
the case on the ground,
and you and DS Thomas should
head up the investigation here.
OK.
Hmm.
OK.
Actually, they're just
arriving now, Darlene.
I'll let them know. OK, bye.
Commissioner, Inspector.
I think DS Cassell is right about this.
The whole thing is getting
odder by the minute.
We've been looking into the victim,
um, Abigail Warner,
and it turns out she attended
an exclusive private school
called Hardens in west London
in her teens.
Now, Darlene said the guests
who found the victim
were quite
"highfalutin" is the word she used.
So we did a quick check and found
this.
Hi, guys!
I've got some really
exciting news for you.
Next week, I'm headed out
to this funky little hotel
in the Caribbean
with three of my best friends
from Hardens. Eee! I can't wait!
So there were four other people
staying at the hotel
who went to the same school
as the victim?
Not just the same school, Inspector.
They were in the same year as her.
So you did know who Abbey was.
We need to tell them the truth.
They're going to find out
sooner or later.
Aren't they, Cress?
Go on.
So, last night,
when we first saw Abbey,
we genuinely, cross my heart,
didn't recognise her.
God, I hate seeing people eat alone.
But?
After Barney spoke with her briefly,
I sort of started to remember.
Something about her, you know -
it just rang a bell.
You realised it was
an old school friend?
I'm sure it's her. Abbey Warner.
Sorry, can we just be clear about this?
Because facts do matter,
especially when you're throwing around
wild accusations about murder.
The simple truth is
Abbey was not our friend,
all right?
So you didn't like her, then?
No, that's not what I said.
Please don't twist my words.
What I'm saying is,
we hardly knew the girl.
Which is why we're not likely
to go and kill her, are we?
When you realised you recognised her,
did you go speak with her?
Do you want to field that one, Cress?
I was already going to, all right?
Um, I went to see her
in her bedroom this morning,
before breakfast.
She was just heading out for a swim.
What did you say?
Just that we knew it was her,
we'd checked her name
with reception and, well,
what was she doing here?
And what did she say?
Nothing, really.
Just that it wasn't what I thought
and that I should just leave her alone.
And I admit
I may have got a little irate.
The maid gave me some funny looks
when I left Abbey's room, but
I didn't kill her.
I already checked with the maid,
and she confirmed
that she heard raised voices,
saw Miss Dempsey leaving shortly after.
Fine! Forget it.
That was just before eight o'clock.
So Abbey came back to her room
after swimming on the beach.
Yeah.
What did you do after that?
I came straight down
and met the others for breakfast.
You can ask the staff
if you don't believe us.
You were all here until the two of you
went dawn to the pool at half past
and found Miss Warner dead?
You're not saying that it was
anything more than an accident, are you?
We're not ruling anything out.
SHE EXHALES
OK
I think we're good to go.
VlDEOCALL RlNGS OU
Commissioner!
It's so nice to see you.
And you, DS Cassell, and you.
I'm just sorry it's not in person.
Soon, though. I'll be back soon.
And Naomi! Hi.
Hey, Sarge. You look so well.
Hey, Florence.
You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you.
Still got your rucksack?
Yeah. Don't leave the house without it.
It's really great to see you.
You too.
Er, I'm afraid, as much
as I would like nothing more
than to catch up, we do need
to focus on the case.
Sure, sir. Of course.
So, Dwayne and Darlene have bagged up
all the evidence from the scene.
Should be on its way
back to you shortly.
There's a change of clothes being
sent over on the boat for them both.
I've liaised with the UK police
to arrange a search
of the victim's home,
and the Commissioner
broke the news to Miss Warner's mother.
Was she able to tell us anything?
Not much.
It was a shock for her, as you'd expect.
Abigail lived a little outside London,
worked for a large
city accountancy firm,
currently not in a relationship.
I'm going to speak
with her more in the morning,
when we've worked out
what we're dealing with here.
Also, I checked with reception,
and Abbey only made the booking
a few days ago,
not long after Cressida Dempsey
announced their trip
on social media.
So, she came to St Auguste
possibly knowing
that her four old classmates
would be there.
And 12 hours later, she's found dead.
Suspicious, to say the least.
Hmm.
Except, if her death wasn't an accident
and someone drowned her,
our four likely suspects were
together in the restaurant
when it happened at 8.15.
So if it was one of them
that did it, then
How?
We're screwed, aren't we?
Really properly screwed.
So, it's such good news about Florence.
It was so lovely to see her today.
Do you know when she'll
get back to Saint Marie?
Before Neville leaves?
Hopefully.
Do you know what exactly happened
between the both of them?
SHE INHALES SHARPLY
I mean,
I know he liked her, and
he seemed to really
miss her when she left.
But did anything ever actually happen?
Neville wanted more
but Florence
He would always only be a friend to her.
He still cares about her, I think.
But I don't know
if he admits it to himself.
Thanks.
So, the Sarge is at the crime scene
taking another look.
She wants us to search
the victim's room.
Oh!
I take it you're enjoying
your stay here, then?
I slept like a baby on a log.
And as for dinner,
I really took advantage
of room service, you know.
So what did you order?
What didn't I order?
A plate of accras. Mm.
Fish and coconut sauce,
a side of callaloo
and banana cake for dessert.
Oh, and a few cold beers
to wash it all down.
I could really get used to
living the high life, you know.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Yes-I!
PHONE VlBRATES
Morning, Sarge.
Sarge? DS Thomas just called.
They've got something for us.
Hugo Kingsley. Aspiring politician.
Heads up a think tank in Westminster.
Been allocated a constituency
for the next election.
Hmph! He's not a very nice man
if you ask me.
He is as snotty as they come, hmph!
And he's also a liar.
There's way more history
between him and the victim
than he's admitting. Go on.
The Commissioner spoke
with Abigail Warner's mother
again this morning.
Turns out she was
on scholarship at Hardens.
She's from a very different background
to these other guys.
Raised by a single-parent mum
on a council estate in Rotherhithe.
According to Abigail's mother,
she hated her time at school.
Felt like she never really fitted in.
Got teased, then bullied - badly.
A lot of which was
instigated by Hugo Kingsley.
Sounds like he made her life
pretty miserable.
Definitely not a nice man, Darlene.
Hmm.
Your school records,
showing a handful of complaints
made against you by Abigail Warner.
And from what her mother tells us,
there's a lot more
that Abigail never reported.
I don't know what you want me to say.
She was just some girl at school.
Maybe I did behave a little
ungraciously towards her.
SHE SCOFFS
You don't get away
with calling your behaviour
"ungracious".
We have read that school report.
Can we just stop being
quite so judgy, please?
I thought you were here
to solve a murder,
not adjudicate on my past misdemeanors.
DARLENE SCOFFS
So you admit what you did was wrong?
I suppose I may have treated
Abbey not brilliantly,
but, you know, I was dealing
with some pressures of my own.
Like what?
My father expected a lot academically.
He could be pretty hard on me at times.
Not what you'd call a forgiving man.
So I guess I deflected
some of that onto Abbey.
She became a sort of punchbag,
I'm somewhat ashamed to admit.
Why her? Why pick on Abbey?
Because she was an easy target.
The scholarship girl -
stuck out like a sore thumb
with that accent
and her bad hair, cheap clothes
But, look, why you think
any of this would mean
I'd go and drown the woman now,
I really don't know.
We still don't know
what Abbey was doing here.
But if she was threatening you
with revenge,
outing you as a bully
Which she wasn't, to be clear.
But if she was
and with you about to
stand for public office
Probably wouldn't want that
getting out, would you?
Look
I'm not proud of how I treated Abbey,
but if she'd come here looking
for some sort of retribution
all these years later
What?
Let's just say there's
others did worse than me.
I don't know why Hugo
would say that about me.
It just didn't didn't happen.
Any of it.
Mr Keats, there are ways we can find out
if what he's alleging is true.
We can contact the mobile phone
network provider.
I know this all happened some time ago,
but there will be records of it.
I was a very different person back then.
I was 16. I didn't know any better.
So, then, tell us your version
of what happened.
Um
Abbey and I, we, er
We got together
for a while.
I hadn't yet been with a girl,
and I was pretty keen to
What about Abbey? Did she like you?
A bit, I guess.
She was all right, you know,
if you got to know her.
She was a bit a bit shy,
a bit awkward, but
nice.
I thought it would get me
some kudos with the other lads.
It just became a bit of a joke
that I was sleeping
with the girl from the council estate.
So I started to resent her.
Is that why you got her to send
you some photographs of her -
naked -
that you then shared with your friends?
You know that's a crime?
I didn't then
And if Abbey was to have pursued it,
even now, 15 years later,
you would be arrested
and very possibly charged.
I can see how this looks,
but I've got two little girls back home
who mean the world to me,
and the thought of losing them,
going to jail for murder,
it doesn't bear thinking about.
I promise you, DS Cassell,
it wasn't me that killed her.
Hugo, what on earth are you playing at,
dropping me in it like that?
Seriously, Barney, just calm down.
Come on, Barney, they'd have found
out sooner or later, like they did with me.
I was doing you a favour,
getting it over and done with.
Look, you can bury these things
as deep as you like,
but it all surfaces at some point,
and you're deluded
if you thought otherwise.
I'm off for a dip in the sea.
See you at dinner?
Yeah. Thank you.
Yeah, that is great.
Thanks very much.
So, the UK police have
just finished searching
Abigail Warner's flat.
They found a journal
that she'd started a few months ago,
and there's references
to all four suspects in it.
They're going to scan it
and send it over.
I spoke to Abigail's GP.
She's had therapy
on and off over the years.
Started in her early 20s.
I think what happened at Hardens
cast a bit of a shadow.
She suffered anxiety
and some depression.
So why come all the way here,
to a hotel where the people
who bullied you are staying,
all these years later?
What did she want?
Also
the postmortem
and toxicology came through -
confirms Abigail Warner's death
was due to drowning,
time of death as 8.15.
Huh.
The toxicology report found
traces of sleeping tablets
in her system.
Yeah, they were prescribed by her GP.
Dwayne found the bottle in her bedroom.
Why? What are you thinking?
Well, maybe it was an accident
after all.
She got sleepy, fell in,
banged her head
Except the pathologist found
abrasions to the skin
on her upper arms and shoulders
consistent with someone
forcing her under the water.
Well, if that is what happened,
then we're left
with the same old problem.
If one of the suspects
held her underwater
for the full minute
it would take her to die,
how could they have done it?
When they were all sat together
having breakfast in the restaurant
at the exact time it happened.
Yeah.
I'll update Florence.
So I've just done my
yoga session for the day.
I'm sipping on a chai latte
and just feeling
kind of super spiritual.
So just wanted to say
we are all really blessed to be here.
Don't tell me
that you're a fan of hers now.
Not likely.
I don't know what the hell
she's going on about half the time.
SHE CHUCKLES
So is that the victim's laptop?
According to her internet history,
she'd been watching
quite a few of these videos
and looking up the other suspects online
before she came out here.
But there's been no email
or phone contact between them.
She also had these.
Plus a plastic case for a memory card,
with no memory card in it
or in the camera.
Do you think maybe
somebody had taken it?
I did a search of the suspects' rooms.
Nothing inside there.
But we could take a look around
the rest of the hotel
in the morning.
It really is lively
having you both here.
It's been so long
since I've done anything like this.
You didn't make any friends here?
I was told to keep myself apart
as much as I could.
So, you couldn't speak to people?
I could say hello, make small talk,
just not engage in friendships.
At least not until
the court case was over.
That must have been so lonely.
Just you.
Some days were easier than others.
I got into a routine quickly.
It helped.
But every now and then,
I'd get tripped up,
start remembering my family
and my friends, and
all you can think is
how everybody's life
is moving forward without you.
You should know, without a doubt,
everyone was missing you so much.
Especially the Inspector, bless him.
It was such a wrench for him
seeing you go.
And I missed him.
More than I thought I would.
A lot more, actually.
You did?
When you're on your own for so long,
you start to realise
who matters to you most,
because what you miss
is how they made you feel.
Do you think you'll tell him
when you get back?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Well, well, well, good evening, ladies.
Mm. OK, let's eat.
I'm absolutely starving, you know.
Young lady?
Goodness.
That feels a long time ago now.
There's quite a few like that
over a couple of years
You at Abbey's house, playing together,
looking very much like you were friends.
We were, for a while, good friends.
Why didn't you tell us?
Because nobody else really knew.
It was It was a secret.
Our secret.
We had such fun.
Abbey was, um, like a different person
when she was away from Hardens,
and all of the overbearing
people that were there.
So what happened?
The photos stop when you were both 16.
Did you fall out?
No, things just got
a little more complicated,
the way that they can
when you're a teenager.
How do you mean?
Cliques formed,
friendships became more territorial.
It started to feel like
I had to commit, you know,
choose who my friends were.
But Abbey wasn't one of them?
It was too much to, um,
try and explain or defend
why I hung around with her.
I was a coward.
I let her down.
Why did you go and speak with her?
Because one of us had to, I guess,
and I thought she might open up
to me more than the others.
But she didn't?
SHE SIGHS
But we only have your word on that.
Sorry?
We don't really know
what was said between you both.
I'm not lying.
Why would I lie?
You've already lied to us.
Twice.
Maybe you were the one
Abbey had come here to find.
She held you responsible
for what happened to her.
Abandoning her.
So you think that's why
I might have killed her?
Because I didn't want anyone to find out
that we used to be friends?
Oh, you're not seriously
suggesting that, are you?
It's not a good look, is it
for you as a
What is it?
an influencer?
Your friend was bullied,
and you turned your back.
Not great for your brand
if that ever made it online.
People can be very judgmental
on social media.
But I'm sure you already knew that.
I let someone down, DS Cassell.
It's not my finest moment,
or something I'm particularly proud of,
but it's hardly the crime of the century
or this snappy bit of clickbait
you seem to think it is.
Certainly not worth murdering over.
If we're done?
Hmm.
Sarge?
Mm-hm?
Dwayne and I are going to
start searching the grounds.
I'll check in with the Inspector.
Ah, um, I should have said.
After our conversation last night
about you-know-who
Yeah, forget about that.
No, no, no.
You've got to know.
The Inspector is leaving Saint Marie.
Tomorrow, actually.
He's going to go travelling.
I should have said yesterday,
but, with Dwayne there,
I didn't get a chance.
Wait.
Neville is going travelling?
I know, right?
Who would have thought it?
I'm just saying,
if you were going to,
you know, say something,
then you haven't got long.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Morning, Inspector.
Morning, Naomi.
Oh.
Er
I thought the place would be
in more of a disarray,
seeing that you're leaving tomorrow.
Tell me about it.
I've still got so much left to do.
I've got stuff to clear out,
things to buy for my trip,
accommodation to book.
Plus I need to make a list
of Harry's dietary requirements
for whoever moves in next.
I was going to make a start
on it all last night,
but I got caught up in the case.
Oh, Abigail's journal.
Found anything?
As a matter of fact,
I think I might have. Come on.
So, she started writing this
four months ago.
It's something she's done
from time to time
since she started therapy.
Did she say what prompted it this time?
There was an incident
of bullying at her workplace.
It wasn't involving her directly,
but she helped who it was
happening to to deal with it.
Stirred up some bad memories?
Yeah, I think she realised that
she never had a chance
to confront her bullies,
never saw justice done,
and was still angry about it.
That's why she came to St Auguste -
to confront them all?
I think so. But the thing that
caught my interest is
she starts referring
to one date specifically.
"I keep coming back to that night."
ABIGAIL: I still struggle
to make sense of what happened.
Still feel sick when I remember.
Scares me to go there in my head.
The 5th of March 2010.
We're not far off that date now.
Which is why I cross-checked it,
and I found this.
On the night of the 5th of March 2010,
Amelia Templeton was involved
in a road traffic accident.
It was near the River Thames,
a place called Barnes,
and according to the report,
Abigail Warner was in the car too.
And was it serious?
Well, no-one was injured too badly,
but if it was just a minor RTA,
why would it still haunt Abigail?
What was she scared to make sense of?
AMELIA: It's not what you think.
There's no dark secret about that
night that I'm hiding from you.
OK, so what happened? Tell me.
There was a party at a friend's house.
Parents away, lots of kids from school.
I was driving there, running late,
when I saw Abbey walking
the other way, tears streaming.
So what did you do?
I pulled over and got out.
She looked broken,
like it had all got too much for her,
the last ounce of resilience
stamped out.
Had someone harmed her in some way?
Not physically, no.
She insisted no-one had touched her.
So, what?
It was probably just more of the same.
I - I couldn't leave her like that,
so we got in my car and just drove.
Talked a bit. Me more than her.
About?
I just tried to convince her
that there were just four months
till the end of school.
If she could finish her exams
and get out of Hardens,
then life would get better.
She just nodded,
like even a few months felt unbearable.
Hmm.
And after that?
I drove her home.
Um, I was distracted,
keeping an eye on her.
That's when the accident happened.
Abbey covered for me
so I wouldn't get in trouble
with my dad.
It was like a pact between us.
She helped me out
if I didn't tell anyone
the state I found her in.
So why do you stay friends with them,
knowing how they treated her?
To be honest
we hardly see each other any more-
Just odd things like this, thankfully.
But to answer your question,
it's because I've seen what they can do
if you don't play along.
And even now, all these years later
it's safer inside the tent than out.
On the same day she booked
the tickets to fly out here
she wrote, "I need to be brave."
Nothing after that.
Which again suggests
she travelled to St Auguste
for a reason - to confront
her past in some way.
And what about working out
how our killer managed to drown
Abigail Warner?
No progress at this end,
I'm afraid, sir.
Nor here.
Then I'm afraid yourself,
Office Curtis, Officer Myers,
will have to remain
on St Auguste another night.
I'm sorry you face a further delay
to your return, DS Cassell.
I understand, sir.
And we've still not been able
to find the memory card
for Abbey's camera,
so we'll get up first thing
to continue the search.
I'm just hoping none of this stops me
from getting back
before DI Parker leaves.
A little bird tells me
you're heading off into the sunset
to do some travelling!
Er, yeah.
I am, yeah.
Tomorrow.
I'm having a last drink
at Catherine's Bar at three.
Hopefully, you'll make it back by then.
I really hope so too.
Inspector?
Have you not gone home?
What about your trip?
You leave this evening.
When are you going to do your packing?
I just wanted to try and find
something useful to help Florence,
give her a fighting chance
of solving this murder
sooner rather than later.
And have you?
HE SIGHS
And I came in early
hoping you wouldn't be here.
Wanted to set the place up
for your last day.
You didn't have to do that.
Of course I do.
But now it won't be a surprise.
So you'll just have to watch me
put it all up.
We're never going to find it
Guys? Guys, over here.
Have you found something, Sarge?
I think it belonged to Abbey.
I saw her take it off on the beach.
SHE GASPS
The memory card!
AlR SQUELCHES
if one of the suspects
held her underwater
for the full minute
it would take her to die,
how could they have done it?
The pathologist found abrasions
to the skin.
The toxicology report found traces
of sleeping tablets in her system.
So Abbey came back to her room
after swimming on the beach?
Morning.
She confirmed hearing raised voices,
saw Miss Dempsey leaving shortly after.
"I need to be brave."
Which suggests she travelled
to St Auguste for a reason.
Naomi, hold on.
May I?
Of course.
Of course!
I'll need to go and check
the swimming pool again,
but I think you're right.
It's the only way
the killer could have done it.
And the memory card -
what do you think
it was doing in the tree?
I think Abbey left it somewhere.
She wanted us to find it.
You think there was something
on it she wanted us to see?
On the morning of the murder,
between her leaving the beach
after her swim
and being drowned in the pool,
I think Abbey realised
someone was trying to kill her.
I no fact, in many ways,
the murder was already in progress.
Exactly.
You solved it!
You solved it!
We both did.
We always were a good team.
OK, we'd better go
and make the arrest now.
OK.
This is the last entry
in Abigail Warner's journal,
written over a week ago.
"I need to be brave."
Having lived under the shadow
of fear for so long,
enduring what she was
put through at school,
and struggling on and off
with the fallout,
she wanted change in her life,
a sense of justice.
And the only way for her to achieve that
was to face the demons
that had haunted her for so long.
Amelia, you said yourself
you four hardly see each other any more.
Just odd things like this.
Mm.
So, having seen you announce online
that you were all reuniting here,
on St Auguste,
I think Abbey saw it as her one chance,
her one shot at standing up to you all.
So
This video was recorded
covertly by Abbey
in her hotel bedroom
the night before she was murdered.
It explains an awful lot.
KNOCKlNG ON DOOR
ABBEY: I'm coming!
I know it's you, so don't deny it.
What's going on, Abbey?
Why are you here?
Are you stalking us?
I guess I
I wanted to see you
see if you'd changed.
Well, if you're expecting an apology,
you're not going to get one.
You should be apologising to us,
pitching up here uninvited.
You're not wanted.
You never were.
Still just a stain in our lives.
You can't talk to me like that!
Like you used to.
Because unlike you, I have changed,
and I refuse to be a victim any more.
And I'm going to make sure people
know what you did to me.
What what do you mean?
What are you going to do?
Take a leaf out of your book.
If you can go online,
telling the world about every little detail
of your life, then so can I.
You wouldn't.
You know
I watch you in those videos, Cress,
making out like you're
this kind, caring person,
but what you did to me at school,
pretending you were my friend
when it was just an act,
a lie.
That night,
that party -
I remember it to this day.
Seeing you with Hugo and Barney,
realising that everything
that was happening to me
was dawn to you.
You stirring up rumours.
You goading them into bullying me.
Getting Barney to ask me
to send him photos,
just so you could spread them
humiliate me.
Why would you do that to someone?
How cruel are you
that you'd want to do that?
You are a manipulative little bitch,
and people need to know it.
I'd like you to leave now.
DOOR SLAMS SHU
SHE EXHALES SHARPLY
Wow.
And that's why Abbey had to die.
Because she was about to reveal
to the world
just who you really are.
And you knew you'd never survive it,
not when all you've got
to offer is yourself.
Because I checked.
Six million followers,
a six-figure income,
all gone because Abbey
wanted to tell the truth,
to be brave.
I think she probably knew
you hadn't changed,
Miss Dempsey,
but I don't think
she ever thought for a second
that you would resort to murder.
I - I didn't murder her.
Yes, you did. We know you did.
And we can prove it.
We know how you did it.
The morning after the conversation
we just witnessed,
you went to see Abbey again,
around seven,
under the pretence of convincing her
to reconsider her actions.
But once more,
there was an ulterior motive.
You intended to dope her.
Exhibit A - Abigail Warner's
sleeping tablets.
I assume you noticed them
when you were in her room
the previous night
and realised that would be
a method of murder.
So when you visited her
the next morning
I think you made an excuse
to go to the bathroom.
Once you were alone,
you took the powder from the capsules,
and when you went back to the bedroom,
sneaked them into her water flask.
Now, it wouldn't take too long
for them to start working,
so I assume you kept an eye on Abbey.
DARLENE:
And by the time the sleeping pills
were taking effect,
Abbey had had her swim
and was heading back
to her room, feeling
Here we go.
suddenly drowsy.
You'd obviously noticed
that Abbey wore a smart watch.
You'd worked out
how you could just delay
her death in some way.
Then you could give yourself an alibi.
But how?
It's my Inspector who worked it out.
In the photo Abbey took of herself
the night before the murder,
there's an airbed seen floating
on the pool behind her.
When I searched the storage area
by the swimming pool,
it was deflated.
Exhibit B.
When Abbey was out cold,
you did two things.
Firstly, you inflicted
a small wound to her head,
so that when her drowned body
was recovered,
we'd assume she banged her head
on the bottom of the pool.
You then moved her body onto the airbed,
which is what caused
the abrasions on her skin.
Then you pushed
the airbed into the pool.
Once she was in place
AlR HISSES
..you began to let the air out.
Having left Abbey like this,
you needed to make sure
no-one discovered her.
With the pool having
already been cleaned,
there would be no reason
for the staff to go down there,
and the guests were all at breakfast.
But just in case one of them
suddenly decided to go for a swim,
I think you put out the sign
stating the pool was closed
for cleaning,
so if anyone did approach,
they'd turn back.
That's right.
When Cress and I got dawn
to the pool at half eight,
the sign was still out.
Seemed odd.
That can't be right.
This left you one more task
to complete -
give yourself an alibi.
So you took Abbey's key,
headed back to her room,
and made it appear
as if you and she were arguing.
But I just need you to tell me
what you're doing here, Abbey.
But what the maid really heard
Fine! Forget it.
was just you.
You left the room, making sure
that you were noticed,
and went and joined
your friends for breakfast,
here at the restaurant.
Meanwhile, the air seeped out
of the airbed
keeping Abbey afloat,
until it became waterlogged
and sank to the bottom of the pool
leaving Abbey face down
and unconscious in the water.
And that's how she drowned
dying at 8.15 exactly,
while you were surrounded
by a restaurant full of witnesses
who would all confirm
you were nowhere near
the scene of the crime.
I assume after you and Amelia
discovered the body together,
you waited for her to go
and get some help,
before removing the deflated airbed
from the pool and putting it
back in the storage room.
Abbey's water flask has gone
to the lab for testing,
and we all know
what the results will be.
The one thing you didn't bank on
was that Abbey
was one step ahead of you.
I believe, as she walked
from the beach to the pool that morning,
the sleeping tablets
starting to take effect,
she realised
something was terribly wrong.
So just in case,
she left the memory card
with the footage
from the night before on it
in a place we'd eventually find it.
All she wanted was for people
to hear what happened to her,
to know the truth of what you did
all three of you did
and now they will.
Cressida Dempsey, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Abigail Warner.
WHISPERlNG: Thank you.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
Sarge
I am so proud of you.
Yeah.
Get off!
I assume that's the last of it.
PHONE VIBRATES
Oh, no, the time! I forgot.
Hi.
Hey. How'd you get on?
Good. We made the arrest.
Congratulations. I knew you'd nail it.
Thank you. I couldn't have done it
without you.
Don't be silly. Course you could.
So, er, I'm at the airport.
Just had my leaving drinks.
Commissioner made a little speech,
broadly complimentary.
Nicest he's ever been to me.
The only thing missing was,
er was you.
I'm sorry, I
Oh, no, no.
No need to apologise.
It's not your fault.
ON TANNOY: We are now preparing
Flight AH142 to Dominica.
Well, er, that's me.
I should probably go
and catch my flight.
I really wanted to see you before.
I know.
Just our luck, eh?
It's been really, really lively
to see you again, Florence,
even if it's just on a screen.
You too.
So, er, I guess this is goodbye.
Again.
Bye, Neville.
So, how was your day?
SIREN WAILS