Oh! Back in my day,
traditionally the groom was supposed to remove this with his teeth!
Well, don't tell Henri that, Mama.
The man won't be able to control himself.
Ah, good morning, Auntie Eleanor.
Good morning, Cynthia.
Kiki, Georgine, morning.
Oh, I thought she'd be ready by now.
- You gonna have time to do my treatment? - Course I am, Auntie.
Let me get your jacket for you.
Oh, no, I can manage. Thank you.
There's rum punch in the fridge. Can I get you a glass?
I prefer to abstain, Georgine.
You're here because I want you to be here, so just ignore her.
Thank you, darling.
Come on, Ki! You ready?
One minute, I need to get Auntie under the dryer.
Well, let me do that for you, Kiki.
Come on, Eleanor. Oh, don't forget your iced tea.
Thank you, Georgine.
Progress.
...and I'll get back to you. Bye.
I'll be with you in two secs, Auntie. OK?
She's nodded off.
There. Now...
- what do you think? - I love it!
Thank you, Ki.
You look beautiful, sweetheart.
- I'll just go sort Auntie Eleanor. - OK.
Now to get you into that dress!
Auntie, wake up now. You're all done.
Oh, my God!
- What's happened? - Is she all right?
There's blood!
I... I-I think...
I think she's dead!
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Aw! Ah, yeah, there's definitely something there.
I think maybe a rash.
Madeleine, could you have a look?
You want me to examine your rash?
Is that a no?
- Maybe it's sunburn, sir? - I seriously doubt it.
I'm very diligent with the old protective hair spritz.
And it's definitely not eczema.
Yes, it is hot and itchy, but if there's one thing I know when I see it, it's eczema.
- Well, let me take a photo for you, sir. - Oh.
Thanks, Ruby. That's... that's very kind of you.
Yeah, it's just sort of... Sort of here.
OK. Oh, wait, um...
So, is there something you wanted, other than to discuss your rash with us?
Not really. I'm just bored and itchy.
Don't suppose there's any new cases come in you need my help with, are there?
- Sorry. - Oh, here you go.
Oh, yeah, that is an inflamed scalp if ever I've seen one.
All right, that was the paramedics.
They're just outside Port Royal.
There's been a stabbing at Eleanor's Hair & Beauty Parlour.
We need to head up there.
Well, it looks like your visit wasn't a waste of time after all.
Yeah.
Ladies, I spoke with the owner of the cafe and you can wait just there.
The Inspector will speak to you soon.
OK?
- Sir. Sarge. - JP.
So the victim is Eleanor Beaumont.
63 years of age.
- The eponymous owner, I presume? - Er, that's right, sir.
The salon was closed this morning, because she was here
with her two nieces and their mother getting ready for a wedding.
So how did she end up stabbed?
None of them know.
None of them know?
Well, Ms Beaumont was left under the hairdryer alone.
And when her hair was done, that's when she was found dead.
OK, but the back door was left open, so it's possible there was an intruder.
All right, well, let's take a look.
Oh, er, actually, one sec.
Er...
I'm not much good in hair salons.
Antihistamine. I'm allergic to propylene glycol.
To what?
It's a compound found in most hairsprays.
Of course it is.
It looks like a narrow puncture wound.
No more than one centimetre wide.
- Straight to the heart. - Yeah.
Paramedics reckon it was a quick death. Less than a minute.
Now, if I've got this right, they were all here in the room
when the victim was stabbed, yet none of them saw anything.
- That's about the sum of it, sir. - How is that even possible?
Why didn't she scream and shout, or put up a fight?
Iced tea, which she didn't finish.
And a Bible.
"Bear ye one another's burdens.
"Galatians 6:2."
So obviously a very devout woman. Can we bag this up, please?
Right, let's go take a look at that back door.
The salon gets hot, so they leave the back door open to let breeze in.
OK, let's get this door and corridor dusted for prints, please.
Yes, sir.
This washing machine's on.
At 12.38pm,
there are eight... No, seven minutes left on an hour-long express wash.
JP, what time did the call come in about the stabbing?
The paramedics logged the call at 11.43.
So then, that means this wash was put on after the murder took place.
Three minutes after, to be precise. Bit weird, isn't it?
You've just found out your aunt or sister's been stabbed.
You've called the ambulance and then, of all things,
you decide to put a wash on?
Be the last thing on my mind.
JP, can you wait here and when this stops, can you bag whatever's inside, and get Ruby
- to dust for prints? - Yes, sir.
Let's go chat to our three suspects.
And that's when I took Eleanor to the dryer.
And do you know what time that was?
20 past 11.
I was keeping an eye on the time all morning,
cos we had to be ready by 12 to go to the church.
- And no-one went near her after that? - No, none of us.
We were all down the other end of the salon.
Kiki was doing Cynthia's hair.
And after that, what happened?
After 20 minutes, the timer buzzed, and I went over.
It must've been an intruder.
Yeah, yeah, that... That's one possible explanation,
except... None of you saw or heard anyone?
- No, but there was music playing... - Yes.
- We were talking. - But if an intruder did manage to sneak in,
without the three of you noticing, then...
Why didn't Ms Beaumont cry out?
Yeah, try and alert you to their presence.
- Yeah. - Or try and fight them off.
Oh, er, one more question, if I may?
I noticed the washing machine in the back room of the salon was mid-wash.
I worked out that it had to have been put on three minutes after
you'd called the paramedics, so I just wondered, who did that?
I mean, it had to be one of you three.
What, none of you put the wash on?
This is it?
- Nothing else? - Nothing else, sir.
What are you thinking?
Thinking that one of them's lying.
One of them put this towel into the washing machine.
The fact they did it three minutes after a murder took place
tells me there was evidence on this they wanted to get rid of.
But, sir, you can't believe one of them's the killer?
I mean, they were together the whole time when Ms Beaumont was underneath the hairdryer.
I know.
But until evidence of an intruder presents itself,
we treat those as our prime suspects.
And if one of those three is the killer,
that means the murder weapon is still either about their person or back at the crime scene.
JP, Ruby, I need you to search them and get fingerprints.
Madeleine, we need to take another look in that salon.
I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, babe. I had to go to the church
- and let everyone know what happened. - It's OK.
- I can't believe Auntie's dead. - I know, babe, I know.
- Henri? - Ru... Ruby.
- What are you, er...? - You two know each other?
Yeah, yeah, we used to, erm...
Be old friends, from way back.
Yeah, it's been a while.
- So you're a, erm... - Police officer, now, yeah.
That's what I do.
Baby, you've got a cufflink missing. Let me just, erm...
That must have come off in the car.
So Henri was the man you were marrying today?
Yeah, yeah. We're, erm...
Yeah.
Well, head over to the cafe and we'll talk to you more soon.
So, er, what's the story there?
Henri and I were a thing.
A thing?
We dated for a year. It ended, that's all, no big deal. Happened ages ago.
This belonged to the victim.
Anything of interest?
Er...
Appointments diary, some lozenges, handkerchief.
Oh! Some pills.
Benzodiazepine. 20 milligrams.
This is usually used to treat anxiety and seizures.
Maybe we should check in with the victim's doctor.
You know, I think the airborne propylene glycol's exacerbating the rash on my scalp.
Look.
These kind of scissors would inflict a narrow puncture wound
- like the one on our victim. - Yeah.
Yeah, how to hide a murder weapon in plain sight, first, you wash it...
and then you just leave it lying around with all the other tools of your trade.
Yeah.
Towel and scissors, can we get these to the lab
- to be tested for traces of blood? - Er, yes, I get it over there now,
- before they close. - Thanks, JP.
So tomorrow morning, we need to speak with the other traders
and see if anyone saw or knows anything.
- Er, I can do that, Sarge. - Good.
- You know what I keep coming back to? - What?
Of all the days to commit murder, the killer chose to do it on the day
the victim's niece was supposed to be getting married.
It's a time for celebration, a time of happiness.
So why today?
- Hey. - Hey.
- You don't mind me calling? - No.
- Is everything OK? - Yeah. Fine.
I just, er, wanted us to talk, after today.
It was so weird with everything that happened and then seeing you.
It was weird for me too.
- And then, um, meeting your fiance. - I was gonna call and tell you.
I nearly did, but...
We haven't spoken since... Well, you know.
It's OK. I understand.
I mean, there was no reason why you should've let me know. I...
I'm pleased for you. Really I am.
So does that mean we're cool, then?
Yeah, we're cool.
OK, then, cool.
You know, I can't believe my Ruby Tuesday's
a policewoman now. What happened, girl?
It's Officer Ruby Tuesday, and it's been good for me, so no making jokes.
I ain't doing that.
It was, er...
it was good seeing you today, Ruby.
You too.
I've missed you.
I-I have to go. Bye, Henri.
As far as I can tell, the skin's not peeling at all.
And I'm, like, 99% sure it's not an allergy, Doctor.
I'm very diligent about avoiding all irritants.
Sorry?
No, no, of course I haven't got any pets!
How can a lizard cause a rash on your scalp?
Because he has the run of the place when I'm not there in the daytime.
OK. And?
And he could be getting up to all sorts, running around on my pillows
and shedding his scales, doing his business there, for all I know.
You're actually mad. You know that, right?
Come on!
Whatever shattered this glass contained some sort of dark liquid,
coffee or tea, maybe?
I think somebody threw a drink at the photo on the wall.
The only time you'd ever throw something at the wall
is if you were angry about something or arguing with somebody.
Look.
According to this,
Eleanor Beaumont was made legal guardian of Kiki and Cynthia in 1999.
- They would have been 11 and four. - So it was Eleanor that raised them...
Not Georgine?
I wonder why this happened.
I mean, to give up your children and let your sister raise them.
That's kind of a big deal.
Was Georgine happy with the arrangement, you mean?
Bacon and ice cream?! Honestly, I've never seen anything like it.
And Rosey's just cleaned up the whole plate.
I'm telling you, those pregnancy cravings are really getting out of hand.
Ruby?
Hello!
Is everything all right? You seem a bit distracted.
Me? No.
No. I'm fine.
Hey, guys.
Did you manage to dig up anything of note on Georgine Perault?
Er, only that she's lived in St Lucia for the past 20 years
and she seems to be here for the wedding.
Let's get on to the council and see if you can speak with anyone involved with this.
Er, you know what, Sarge? I'll do that.
Ruby's gonna head back to the crime scene and do a door-to-door.
Er, by the way, postmortem reports confirm that the victim died
due to a single stab wound to the heart.
Also, toxicology report said
Eleanor Beaumont had moderate levels of benzodiazepine in her system.
Oh, yes. I spoke with her doctor, she used to be on medication for stress.
One week ago, she visited him to start taking them again.
OK, so maybe everything that was going on with the sister coming back
- upped her anxiety levels. - Yes, it's possible.
Right, let's take a run at what we know so far.
All right, there you go, Sarge.
- And see you guys later. - See you.
Thanks, Ruby.
OK, the victim is one Eleanor Beaumont.
Stabbed through the heart in her own hairdressing salon.
She was left under the dryer and nobody was anywhere near her.
Yet somehow a fatal stab wound was inflicted upon her.
How did that happen?
- First suspect, Kiki Perault. - Yes, she's 31. Single.
Finished school at 16 to go and work with her aunt at the salon.
Ah, was made manager three years ago,
when Eleanor stepped back from the day-to-day running of it.
OK. Cynthia Perault.
Kiki's younger sister. 24 years old. Also works at the salon.
Cynthia was due to be married at St Xavier's Church in Port Royal yesterday,
but the ceremony was obviously cancelled.
- And then we have Georgine Perault. - Yeah, something of an absent mother.
- Yes, but she's back now. - Yeah.
OK, I've got the full lowdown
on why Eleanor took guardianship of her sister's children.
Go on.
So Georgine had drug-addiction issues when she was younger.
The authorities got involved as concerns were raised over her parenting abilities.
That's when Eleanor stepped in to look after Georgine's daughters,
and after a couple of prison spells and a failed rehab,
Georgine moved to St Lucia.
- And she hasn't come back until now? - I don't believe so.
So Georgine Perault is back on Saint Marie after 20 years of absence.
And within days, the woman who took her kids from her is found dead.
Erm, we assume it wasn't you who decided to let Eleanor become their guardian.
No, not really.
But I didn't fight it.
I didn't fight the courts.
Back then, I wasn't in a good way.
I lost sight of myself.
You got clean eventually?
In 18 years.
And yet you didn't return to Saint Marie until now? Why is that?
Because I believed I wasn't wanted.
By Eleanor?
By my two daughters.
After I got myself straight...
I decided I wanted to reach out, so I wrote to them.
Heard nothing. I wrote again.
Never got a single word back.
So what changed for Cynthia to invite you to her wedding now?
That's exactly what I wondered.
Two nights ago, I found out why.
Kiki and Cynthia never replied to the letters because they never received them, right?
They were intercepted by Eleanor.
I felt so betrayed. My own sister?
I did it to protect the girls!
How do you think they felt, having a junkie for a mother?
No matter what I'd done in the past, she had no right.
She had no right to do that.
Anger like that, Georgine, it doesn't just go away.
No, it doesn't.
But if you think that, after all this time...
just when my daughters are back in my life...
I would risk everything and kill the woman who raised them...
you're wrong. I'd rather die than lose them all over again.
Did anyone else find this out?
Just Kiki.
She was angry about it too,
of course she was.
So now you're wondering if maybe it was me killed my aunt?
Well, it's a strong motive. Revenge.
Yeah, and finding out how Eleanor hid those letters from your mum
all those years ago must've hurt.
When we were kids,
Cynthia was too young to understand what was going on.
She didn't see the mess Mum got herself into, time after time,
but I did.
Until she was four, Cynthia didn't have a mother.
She had me and I did the best I could, but
that kind of responsibility shouldn't be put on a young girl.
That must've been very hard on you.
I resented Georgine so much for failing us the way she did.
Even if I'd got those letters, I'd have never replied.
So as far as I'm concerned, Auntie Eleanor did nothing wrong.
I didn't know how much to tell them. I just...
Just tell them the truth. That's all we can do.
So you saw a silver car parked just up there?
- Yes. - With a man in it at around 11.30?
OK. Thank you.
Baby, you've got a cufflink missing. Let me just, erm...
- That must have come off in the car. - Yeah.
Well, thank you for getting back to us, and I'll make sure I pass on
that information to the Inspector. All right.
Bye. Great. Bye-bye.
Er, Commissioner.
Good afternoon, sir.
Er...
a little bird tells me that Henri Dupre has a connection to our murder case.
Er, yes, that's right, sir.
Tell me,
did Ruby say anything to you about her and Henri?
Yes, that they dated, for about a year, but that's about it.
I would feel irresponsible
if I didn't ask you just to keep an eye on her for me.
Henri Dupre is a, um, player.
He always will be.
To put it bluntly, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
- Ruby, what you doing here? - We need to talk.
- Yep. - Any news?
Yes, sir. The victim's phone records have come through.
And look, there was an answerphone message left by an unknown number
at 9pm the night before she was murdered.
Can we recover the voicemail?
Yes, sir, I've put in a request with the network provider
and they said they'd get something to us before the end of the day.
- Good. - Also, the lab results have come back
for the towel and the selection of scissors we sent over.
Oh, yeah?
And unfortunately they can't find any traces of blood on any of them.
So what was on the towel that they needed to wash it after the murder?
Well, just what you'd expect there to be on a towel from a hairdressing salon, you know,
conditioner, shampoo, hair dyes...
Wait, there's not one spot of blood on any of our potential murder weapons?
I'm afraid not.
But if our killer is one of our three suspects,
how did they manage to hide whatever they used to stab Eleanor Beaumont?
We searched them and the salon high and low, so where is it?
Unless...
Maybe it isn't one of those three that did it.
- They all have alibis. - And if it isn't,
the killer could've taken the weapon and just left the scene.
But if it wasn't someone from the salon...
who's our killer?
You're not seriously suggesting it was me who stabbed Eleanor Beaumont?
Henri, I have a witness who says they saw you hanging around
across the road from the hair salon, the morning of the murder.
So I'm asking you again.
- What were you doing there? - I was...
I was there cos I was having doubts about marrying Cynthia.
It's not that I don't care about her. I do.
She's been good for me...
but the last few weeks leading up to the wedding,
it's just not been feeling right.
So that morning, I drove down to the salon.
I couldn't face going inside and seeing them all there, so
I rang Cynthia, to try to get her to come outside and speak,
but it just went to her voicemail.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Bye.
- And then what happened? - I needed some air, so...
I walked up and down trying to get my head straight.
And then I think that must've been when I lost my cufflink.
And Ajay, my best man, called.
Said he was on his way here to come meet me, and I realised...
it was too late. I had to see it through.
So I got back in the car and I came home.
- And what time did you leave? - I don't know. Must have gone half 11.
Please say you believe me, Ruby.
I believe you.
But I still have to let my inspector know about this.
No, cos if this gets out and Cynthia hears,
she can't know I was thinking that way.
Henri, maybe it's for the best, you know. You need to let her know how you feel.
No! I can't face that,
cos she'll want to know why I feel so different all of a sudden,
and if she asks me that, then...
Then?
- Then I'll have to tell her. - Tell her what?
Look, the last month, I've been feeling...
I've been feeling like something's missing.
And then yesterday morning, I...
I think I figured out what it was, who it was.
You don't mean...
The other night on the phone when I said I missed you,
I wasn't just saying that.
I meant it.
I don't know, like, seeing you yesterday morning,
it was like fate or something...
brought you back to me.
Oh, boy.
Henri, I have to go.
I'm sure we'll get there, with the case.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, we definitely will.
And what about your lizard allergy?
Well, I guess I have no choice but to deal with the little green monster.
Deal?
You-you don't... You don't...
No, no, no, no. I could never do that. No, I...
I just mean... Deal with him.
Here, Harry, Harry, Harry.
Come to Uncle Neville.
Hey.
You've been gone a while, Rube.
Well, I guess there were a lot of witnesses I had to talk to,
but there's something that I think you probably should know, JP,
- and I really want to be able to just... - That's gonna have to wait, Ruby.
There's something I think you need to hear.
So, Eleanor Beaumont's network provider just sent over a voicemail message
left on her mobile, but it was sent the night before she was murdered.
Oh.
It was from Henri Dupre.
Eleanor, it's Henri.
Please, we need to talk about this.
Give me a chance to explain myself before you...
If Cynthia finds out, man, it'll break her heart.
I can't... I won't let you do that to her, you hear me!
He was there, the morning of the murder. He was outside the hair salon.
Wait, how do you know that?
Well, I spoke to him this afternoon about it, and I...
I've messed up, JP.
I'll be back in just a minute.
OK.
Come on, Harry.
This is best for both of us.
There you go.
Come on. Off you pop.
You don't want to go, huh?
I can't do this.
OK.
Come on, then.
Oh, no. Harry!
Harry?
So...
when you told me yesterday that your thing with Henri was no big deal...
It was actually a big deal.
- Like, you were in love with him? - Yes.
And, yes, I should have known,
he was going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on him,
but he was cool
and I was young and I...
thought I could change him, you know?
But...
the longer it went on, the more I realised it was really hurting me,
his being that way.
- Like him cheating on you? - Yes.
And I left him, even though I loved him more than anyone I've ever known.
Ah, what am I gonna do, JP?
I kissed a potential murder suspect, while I was on duty.
I mean, what if that comes up in interview or in Henri's statement?
It could compromise the whole case.
Yeah.
OK, well...
first thing tomorrow...
I'll update the Inspector about everything that's happened.
OK.
But, whilst I do that...
I think you need to tell the Commissioner.
Uncle Selly?
He'll go spare.
I think he needs to know.
- You lost Harry? - I tried to find him.
I even paid the taxi driver extra to help me look,
but they're elusive things, lizards.
Irony is, I'm not even sure it was him causing the rash, cos it still itches.
Well, maybe you deserve it.
- Sir, Sarge. - JP, what's up?
We need to talk. There's been a few developments.
If Cynthia finds out, man, it'll break her heart.
I can't... I won't let you do that to her, you hear me!
So the night before our victim's killed, Henri Dupre leaves this message,
and then later admits to Ruby
he was hanging around the salon at the time of the murder?
- We need to talk to him. - Yeah.
And what about Ruby, how was she after what happened?
Er, yeah, she's fine, sir.
She's understandably a bit nervous about telling her uncle.
I don't rightly recall why I left that message. Sorry.
You have no memory whatsoever of what you didn't want your fiancee to find out?
Really?
You were seeing another woman, weren't you?
- What, me? No way. - No way?
Cos that's what you do, isn't it, Henri?
You cheat on people.
This is a murder investigation, Mr Dupre.
- You need to start talking. - OK!
OK.
For the last couple of months, I've been seeing someone else behind Cynthia's back.
The day before the wedding, Eleanor came round to say a prayer with me.
Her idea, not mine.
Except I'd forgotten we'd arranged it.
She said she heard noise upstairs. She thought I was working out.
And she came in and she saw me.
Us.
I ran after her and asked her what she was gonna do.
All she could say was Cynthia had to be told,
she had to know the truth.
That gives you quite a motive to want Ms Beaumont dead.
I know, but...
But you still claim it wasn't you that stabbed her.
I swear on my life, I didn't do this.
But I think I know who did.
Earlier that morning, Cynthia as good as told me she was gonna do it.
She phoned me. Must've gone 11.
I know she's lying.
I mean, that's why I went down to the salon, that's...
I wasn't sure what was gonna happen.
What did Cynthia say?
She said she overheard Eleanor talking to Kiki.
Eleanor was saying how she couldn't allow the wedding to go ahead,
that she'd stand up in church and tell everyone what I'd got up to.
She's going to ruin everything, Henri, I can't bear it!
She said she would do whatever it takes.
Sir. Sarge.
OK, so that was Georgine on the phone.
Her and Kiki are worried about Cynthia. She's disappeared.
They think that she's been drinking. She was crying.
Basically, something's wrong, and Cynthia is not saying what.
So Henri could be right.
- Maybe Cynthia did it. - And now she's on the run.
We need an all-ports warning. She might be trying to leave the island.
On it, sir.
And so I thought it best to come to you in person
and tell you the truth about what happened at Henri's house.
I respect your candour.
And as such, I will be honest with you in return.
You make my life very difficult, Ruby.
I am your Commissioner of Police and your uncle.
But sometimes, I can't be both.
This is one of those times.
Choosing to interview Henri Dupre yourself,
knowing the pair of you had history,
showed a total disregard for police protocol.
Your actions were inappropriate
and potentially compromised the case.
But I didn't mean it, I was just...
You should never have been in the room with that man, let alone...
I have no choice but to stand you down until the case is over.
You may return to the station and collect anything you need.
After that, stay home,
until further notice.
I understand.
Even if Cynthia Perault did kill her aunt,
there are still several outstanding questions that need to be answered.
Number one: How did she do it?
Her mum and sister both swear she was nowhere near the victim
during the 20-minute window she must have been stabbed.
Number two: Why did she put the towel in the washing machine
a few minutes after the murder took place?
Exactly! What was on it that so urgently needed washing?
There were no traces of blood anywhere, so what didn't she want us to find?
And number three: Where did she hide the murder weapon?
- Well, we searched the suspects. - And the salon.
So where did it vanish to?
Oh, hey, Ruby.
You're back. How did it go with the Commissioner?
Not good.
- He's taken me off the case. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
Ruby, you'll be back with us before you know it.
You need to take care of that rash.
I know, right? It's just getting hotter and itchier and more rashier.
I need to make an appointment with Dr Mundle.
Somebody needs to take a look up there and work out what's going...
on.
- Bert Hafley! - Bert who?
- Hafley! - Sorry, what?
I think I know where the murder weapon's hidden.
- We need to head back to the crime scene! - OK.
Bert Hafley was an old-school fence from Whalley Range in Manchester.
- Whalley what? - Range.
- Is that for real? - Yes.
Now, the story goes that back in the '80s,
Manchester CID got a tip-off
that Bert was stashing some recently stolen jewellery.
So they sprang a surprise search at his house on a Sunday,
just as Bert and Mrs Hafley
were about to tuck into their roast beef and Yorkshire puds.
Er, there's not a stick down there, is there?
What did they find, sir?
Nothing, JP, nothing.
But the canny SIO left a plain-clothes detective parked
outside Bert's house for the rest of the day.
And that evening...
he caught Bert
climbing up to his roof to recover the stolen loot.
What is your point?
My point, Madeleine, is that police never think to search rooftops.
Yeah!
So whoever killed Eleanor Beaumont then stepped outside the back door
and threw the murder weapon up on the roof, so that we'd never find it, which means I was right.
It must have been one of the three women who were here at the salon that morning.
But... How?
How did they manage to stab Eleanor when she was sitting here in the dryer...
and, all the while, they were all over here by the mirrors the whole time?
- I mean, that's impossible, right? - I know.
It has to be the towel.
It must come back to the towel. Why did the killer wash the towel?
Unless it has nothing to do with the murder.
Maybe it just needed to be cleaned, sir?
There was no blood on it, it was just hair stuff.
They can't find any traces of blood on the towel and the selection of scissors we sent over.
Maybe.
And if that's the case,
that's how one of our suspects managed to kill Mrs Beaumont.
Because they didn't.
Oh, my God!
Until they did. Benzodiazepine. 20 milligrams.
Iced tea, which she didn't finish.
My Dictaphone! I need my Dictaphone.
Here.
Somebody threw a drink at the photo.
At 12.38pm, there are eight... Nno, seven minutes left on an hour-long express wash.
So then that means this wash was put on after the murder took place.
Three minutes after, to be precise.
Three minutes!
Three minutes in which the killer put the towel in the wash,
threw the murder weapon onto the roof
and, if necessary, cleaned themselves up.
Why? Why kill her?
Basically, something's wrong but Cynthia is not saying what.
Cos that's what you do, isn't it, Henri? You cheat on people.
That's it.
Eleanor Beaumont was made legal guardian of Kiki and Cynthia in 1999.
That's why it happened.
I'll get the suspects.
Saint Marie Police.
Er, good afternoon, Pastor. How can I help you?
Cynthia Perault, you said?
I'll be right over.
"Bear ye one another's burdens."
Galatians 6:2.
Now, having never even met the victim,
Eleanor Beaumont, I quickly assumed she was a very devout woman.
And it turns out I was right.
She believed in hard work, setting up this salon when she was young.
She believed in the importance of family,
becoming Kiki and Cynthia's guardian when you, Georgine, couldn't look after them.
And she also disapproved very strongly of infidelity,
threatening to halt the marriage between Cynthia and Henri Dupre
when she discovered that he was having an affair with another woman.
Did you know this, Kiki?
She did.
Cynthia saw Eleanor telling Kiki that she couldn't allow the wedding to go ahead.
I will stand up in that church if I have to,
tell everyone what her husband-to-be is doing.
That's why we suspected Cynthia might have stabbed Eleanor.
But that wasn't actually why the murder took place, nor, in fact,
was it Cynthia who committed it.
No.
It was you, Kiki. You killed your Aunt Eleanor.
No! This can't be.
Kiki has never done any wrong in her life.
- She's a good person. - Yes, that's true.
Which is why I realised that whatever it was that drove Kiki to do something like this,
something so extreme, to kill her own aunt,
her hand had to have been forced. She had to have felt like she had no choice.
Kiki didn't do this for money or out of revenge.
No, this murder had a sense of urgency, a sense of desperation.
Kiki committed this murder
to prevent something that she considered even more terrible from taking place.
Yes?
Georgine, when Cynthia went missing earlier today, you said she was upset?
Yes.
Well, I think she discovered something. A dark secret.
A betrayal that broke her heart and, ultimately, led to Eleanor's death.
Cynthia discovered that not only was her fiance Henri
having an affair with another woman,
but also that the other woman was her very own sister.
Kiki.
Am I right?
Cynthia thought me and Mum were keeping something from her...
because we were being secretive about the letters Mum wrote.
So she went through my things,
found text messages between me and Henri on my phone.
I felt so lonely.
Cynthia had Henri.
I just had the salon.
Working here, day and night, keeping it going for Auntie Eleanor,
and then going home to see Cynthia planning her future life with Henri.
And I had nothing. No-one.
When he first touched me, I craved that intimacy,
that affection, so much.
I hate that I was so weak.
And that's the real reason Eleanor was talking to you the morning of the wedding.
She was confronting you, because she discovered you in bed with Henri.
No! Kiki couldn't have killed Eleanor.
She was with me the whole time when Eleanor was stabbed.
Which brings us, I guess, finally, to the "how" of this case.
When Eleanor confronted you that morning, I think she gave you an ultimatum.
If you didn't tell your sister what was going on with you and Henri,
then she was going to do it herself.
And furthermore, she was going to stand up in church
and reveal the betrayal to everyone.
And this is the conversation Cynthia overheard,
but at that point she didn't know that the woman involved was her own sister.
And that's when you decided that, rather than hurt Cynthia,
your little sister, who you cared for all these years,
rather than put her through all that pain and anguish and humiliation,
you felt you had no other choice but to remove your aunt from your lives instead.
You had to act quickly,
use whatever was to hand to commit murder.
So I think that you spiked Eleanor's iced tea
with one or two tablets of her own benzodiazepine.
A minimal increase in dosage wouldn't show up as unusual on a toxicology report.
But added to her usual dose,
it would make sure that she dozed off when it took effect.
You also acquired a pair of scissors and some red hair dye
and hid them somewhere close to hand.
Then, once Eleanor was under the dryer, all you had to do was wait.
When that timer rang,
you walked across here and, in full view of everybody, you lifted up the hood...
You're all done.
And you let her body fall to the floor.
Oh, my God!
But, at that moment, she was only unconscious.
Georgine, how would you and Cynthia have known otherwise?
Especially as Kiki had surreptitiously smothered her hands with red hair dye
to make it look like she was bleeding from a stab wound.
There's blood!
It wasn't until a few seconds later when the ambulance was being called
and you were distracted and in a state of distress
that Kiki seized her moment...
and committed the actual murder.
She then needed to get rid of the murder weapon, and quickly,
so she stepped out the back door
and threw the scissors onto the roof.
And quickly washed her hands of the hair dye.
Which leads us to the one mistake in your plan.
Hair dye is difficult stuff to wash off.
I think, when you dried your hands, you left some stains on the towel,
and you knew that when we found that and we discovered that it wasn't blood,
we'd know exactly what you'd been up to.
So you threw it into the washing machine...
assuming that no-one would notice a wash had been put on.
Except Inspector Parker did notice.
Yeah.
And that ultimately led us to realising
it was you who murdered Eleanor Beaumont.
I've let my little sister down so badly.
I deserve all that is coming to me.
Right. Come on.
Cynthia.
Please... Can we talk?
No.
- No, I don't want to. I can't. - It's OK.
- You have to leave, Henri. - I want to talk to her, to explain...
Explain? Explain what?
Don't you realise you've torn this family apart?
I don't even know why it's taken me so long to see it.
But I see it now, clear as day.
You're not good, Henri.
And I tell you, I'm not letting you anywhere near that girl.
So just...
get your backside out of here.
You'll be all right.
I promise.
In time, you'll be OK.
I wanted to say I'm sorry,
because I realise
I risked compromising the case today.
I compromised myself and I compromised the job...
and I compromised you.
Which was the last thing I wanted to do,
especially because you mean so much to me.
As Commissioner,
it wasn't easy suspending you from the case.
But it's so much harder as your uncle
to see you jeopardise your career because of a man like Henri Dupre.
I know that boy got under your skin.
But you deserve so much better in life!
Thank you.
Come on, Harry!
Harry, come on!
- So how are you all getting on? - Well, still no trace of Harry so far.
It's a needle in a haystack.
Your head still itchy, sir?
- That's no good. - No.
Well, at least now the inspector knows what's causing it.
- Oh? Really, sir? - Yeah, yeah, I managed to squeeze in
an appointment with Dr Mundle. He thinks it's a stress rash
caused by the anxiety of staying on this island for so long.
Come on, Harry, where are you?
Well, at least now you know, sir.
Yeah.
I don't believe it!
- What? - Look!
- You've found him? - Is it him? It is! It's Harry!
Go get the box! Come on!
Oh, we've been worried about you.
Look!
He's made a friend. Oh, who are you, little guy?
Or girl!
Look, we think Harry just got himself a girlfriend.
No! No, no, no, no, no.
Looks like you're gonna have to make room for another tenant in the shack, sir.
No, no way! One lizard is enough for any man. Stay there!
Harry, come on, get in the box. Come on. You stay!
Aw, sir. You can't get in the way of true love.
Lizards don't feel love, Ruby. Come on, Harry!
They look very in love to me.
- Come on! - It's Harry and Shaniqua!
No, no, no, no, don't name it, don't name it!
Too late!
Oh, they're gonna be in a love shack, sir!
The Olivia Reeves? You're the famous actress?
I was a famous actress.
This island really likes to trip one up from time to time.
Going home, it scares me.
I thought it was what you wanted.
I wouldn't miss your leaving party, Inspector.
Not for the world.
Lately, I've started to worry
that I'm going to wake up when I'm 90 and regret every single second
I just made do with my life.
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