12x05 - Episode 5

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♪ Let's build our dreams together

♪ Let's make our lives much better

♪ we've been together
for so many years

♪ one must believe each other
in sorrow... ♪

Please, everybody, gather round.

Please welcome a man
with fond memories

of Miracles Children's Home,
Mr Vincent Petit.

APPLAUSE

Andrina?

She's arrived.

Are you sure you're OK with her
staying in my guest room?

It was her choice.

It's good to be back.

You know, I wouldn't have
started my own business,

VP Island Construction,

without all the lessons I learned
from living at Miracles.

When I first came here...

... I ... I wanted to run for the hills.

Someone here...

...taught me how to be resilient,

resourceful and brave.

Thank you, Miss Laforge.

I owe you and Miracles so much.

Now, I know there must be
some kids here

who feel lost and lonely.

I get it.

I was you.

But I'm proof that things
really can get better...

...and that's why I 'm asking everyone
to make a donation

and ensure Miracles is always here
for the island's children

so they can achieve their
full potential, just like me.

APPLAUSE

Thank you.

Excellent speech, Vincent.

Well, let's hope it encourages a few
people to open up their wallets.

Vincent!

It's so good to see you back
after all this time.

Yeah, I should have done it sooner.

Do you mind if I take a look around
the old place? Of course not.

You go right ahead.

You must be very proud of him.

Makes it all worthwhile,

knowing you helped someone
find their place in the world.

I better go and mingle.
I'll see you at the raffle draw.

So, at what time
are you meeting Andrina?

Seven.

It's OK to be nervous, Selwyn.

She'll be nervous, too.

It's not nerves.
It's a natural hesitancy.

Sergeant. Officers.
Good afternoon, Commissioner.

Catherine.

This is quite the party.

It's a shame the Inspector
is not here, though.

He says he needs to get the shack
ready for Sophie arriving.

BOTH: Ah!

Well, Marlon has really
thrown himself into it.

Haven't you, Marlon?

GIGGLlNG

Just doing my bit for
community policing, sir.

You certainly are.

Hi.

I am literally the worst sales person ever.
What?

I've sold, like, five raffle tickets.

Can I just dump this thing and hide
in my room till this is over?

You could, but remember what we said
in your last counselling session.

You need to stop...
BOTH: Avoiding social situations.

Mm-hm..

Here...

...give me .

That should keep Marianne happy.

THEY CHUCKLE

Roy!

Long time, man.

That was a good speech you gave.

I should have told everyone
about the time

we stole them beers
and got wasted in the attic.

Remember that?
Yes.

I was proper sick.

Get you anything?

Yeah, I'll go for a beer.

Nice.

All right, see you 'round, Roy.
Mm.

Everybody, get your tickets ready.

Here to draw the numbers are
Saint Marie Police Commissioner

Selwyn Patterson...
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

...and manager of Miracles,
Marianne Laforge.

APPLAUSE

She must be inside. I'll go get her.

Marianne?

Oh, my God !

Help! Help!

No!

I need help! Someone!

She must have gone this way!

Miss Laforge!

Miss Laforge, it's the police!

Come on, tiger boy. Get a move on!

SHE PANTS

Stop!

I am sick and tired of playing
hide and seek, Miss Laforge.

Aren't you?

Sir.

Officer Pryce and Training Officer Curtis

have our suspect,
Marianne Laforge, in custody.

What exactly did Dr Molyneaux
say happened here?

Miss Laforge was discovered
standing over the victim,

holding a Kn*fe in her hand.

She then dropped the Kn*fe and ran.

When we apprehended her,

she admitted that she'd stabbed
Vincent Petit.

Vincent was a teenager at the home.

He was a real Miracles success story.

He owned VP lsland Construction,

one of the island's biggest
construction firms.

I invited him here personally
on behaff of the Board of Trustees.

This was the first time
he'd been back here since he left.

Not the homecoming he was expecting.

He's got a single s*ab wound
to the chest just below the heart

and a nasty defensive wound
on his right hand.

Smells like whisky, but...
It's empty.

So, do you have any idea why
Marianne would want to k*ll him?

None.

She seemed happy to see Vincent.

To tell you the truth,
I'm struggling to comprehend

why any of this has happened.

I don't understand it.

Marianne was excited about today,

seeing Vincent again after all these years.

So there was no grievance
between the victim and Mr Laforge

that you were aware of?
I have known Marianne since I was a kid.

She couldn't k*ll anyone.
She doesn't have a temper to lose.

OK. Thank you.

We are struggling to make sense of it.

Everyone is just in shock now.

Let's leave Marlon and Darlene
to process the crime scene.

Sir, I think it's time
we update the Inspector.

And we need to go and speak
to our suspect.

I keep playing it over my head.

What have I done?

Erm...

...Marianne,

just talk us through it slowly
from the beginning.

Do you remember what you were doing
inside the hut with Vincent?

I'd gone to get some more
paper plates for the barbecue.

When I got to the rec room,
Vincent was there.

He'd been drinking -

I could smell it on his breath.

I think being back at Miracles
had brought back some bad memories.

In what way?

Vincent lost his parents when he was ...

. .that's why he came to us.

He was a very hurt and angry young man.

And despite what he said
in that speech today...

. . he was never happy at the home.

I don't think he ever really
made his peace

with his mum and dad dying
when he was so young.

So what happened this afternoon?

He just seemed so angry
all of a sudden,

like it had all come
to the surface again,

saying how much he hated
being back there,

hated me, everything about the place.

And that's when he came at me.

He att*cked you?

I was scared what he might do,
so I grabbed the Kn*fe and...

. . I don't know how...

I didn't mean to s*ab him.

I just wanted him to stop coming at me.

I didn't mean to do it,

Really, I didn't.

I'm so sorry.

So, we're looking at self-defence?

I suppose that makes a little more
sense of it all, don't you think?

Well, it does make sense up to a point,

but then at that point
it stops making sense,

if you see what I mean.

Explain yourseff, lnspector.

Well, I can believe everything
that we just heard in there,

apart from one tiny thing.

Which is what, sir?

Marianne Laforge has run
a children's home

for the best part of her life.

I actually know a bit about this
because my mum's a youth worker

and you can get kids with anger issues,

you can get kids who are sometimes
violent, but you become an expert

in managing conflict, in defusing
a situation instead of inflaming it.

I just find it odd that Marianne's
first instinct was to grab a Kn*fe

to defend herself.

So, then, what did happen?

Well, either she knew exactly
what she was doing

and committed out-and-out m*rder...
I find that very hard to believe.

Me, too. Or someone else
k*lled Vincent Petit

and Marianne is covering for them.
Exactly.

I 've got to go, but please
keep me abreast

of any developments on the case.
Yes, sir.

So where do we go from here, sir?

Well, we'll see what the lab results
bring in in the morning.

Meanwhile, I want us to start
with looking into the victim,

Vincent Petit.

He came back to Miracles
Children's Home for the first time

since he left years ago
and someone decided to m*rder him -

I want to know why.

Yeah, I know, Mum.

I know it's a big thing for him.

No, I'm not going to scare him off!
SHE LAUGHS

No, I just...

Look, I just want him to be open
and honest with me, that's all.

Depends on what...

Oh. Erm...

Erm, yeah, I better go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right. I'll call you tomorrow.

Andrina?

Hi.

Erm... Yeah.

Erm, would you like...?
Yeah.

I spent the last minutes worrying
about whether I go for the handshake

or the hug.

Handshakets a good call.

don't want to get
ahead of ourselves, do we?

Erm, how are you settling in
at Catherine's? Oh, good.

Yeah, she's. . .
She's taking real good care of me.

She gave me a rum for Dutch courage
before I got here.

So, erm, how shall do this, then?

Erm...

l suppose, erm...

Do you have...

...any questions you'd
like me to answer?

Erm...

I mean...

Yeah, I guess I do.

OK, so what would you like to know?

And what time do you get here?

You know, I can't believe
we're actually doing this.

No, no second thoughts at all.

don't forget, I will not
be around much tomorrow

because...

. . I have my Sergeantts exam.

Of course we wouldn't forget.

Here.

Just a little good luck card
from all of us.

Thanks.

Well, I'm going to cram in
a few more hours of revision,

get an early night's sleep,

and I guess I'll see you
on the other side.

MOTORBlKE ENGlNE STARTS

Well, I suppose I'd better go
and make some more room

in my sock drawer.

OK. See you when you get here.

Sophie.

She's booked a flight.
She arrives the day after tomorrow.

That is so exciting, sir.

I travelled a little in my s, but
Saint Marie is where my heart lies -

always will. l'm sure your mother
has told you

about how much this island
means to me.

I've only been here a day
and I can tell.

It's special.

So, have you got any questions for me?

Erm...

Nothing?

You're a journalist - Maggie said.

I had no intention of following
in Mumts footsteps,

well, not at first.

And, well, I definitely didn't
get the cop gene from you.

Wound up doing history of art at uni,

which is of no use to anyone, but...

. . I got involved with
a student newspaper and...

. . it kind of dawned on me why...

VOICE FADES

So got a post-grad and...

Selwyn.

Dessert?

Dessert?

Erm...

Not for me, thanks.

Coffee?

Erm, no.

Er...just the bill, please.

Erm...

We can talk again tomorrow.

You said you wanted to see
more of the island.

I can drive us.

Sure.

Yeah, that's a good idea.
I'd love to see more of the island.

So...

Erm. . . I almost forgot.

I brought you some photos
of me as a kid growing up.

I just thought you'd like to...

. . have a look.
Thank you.

OK.

Morning, sir.

KNOCKlNG

Commissioner?

Take a seat, Officer Pryce.

OK.

That's, erm. . . That's Mr Ribbit.

Mr Ribbit?

My lucky frog.

You have three hours to complete
the exam, Officer Pryce.

You may start...

...now.

MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS

Erm, Commissioner...

. . phone calls are not allowed
during the examination.

It's against the rules, sir.

I know that. l wrote the rules.

Selwyn, itts Andrina.

I know we were going to spend
some time together this afternoon,

but I think, erm...

Can we take a rain check on that?

Morning, sir. Naomi.

I thought you'd want to see this.
From the lab.

It confirms Marianne's fingerprints
all over the Kn*fe

she dropped at the crime scene.

They also confirm the blood on the
blade belongs to the victim, but...

The Kn*fe's blade is too big
to have made the fatal wound.

So this wasn't the Kn*fe that was
used to s*ab Vincent Petit? No.

So where's the one that did?

Those results, they must be wrong.

The Kn*fe I had,
it was the same one I used to...

To s*ab Vincent Petit?

Yes!

I swear to you, it was.

But it can't be.

It's a physical impossibility
that this Kn*fe here

created a wound the size of the one
that was left on Vincent's body.

Miss Laforge...

...are you covering for someone?
Is that what this is all about?

Someone else stabbed Vincent
and you're trying to protect them.

No.

I'm not, all right?

And until you accept what I am saying,

there's nothing more to talk about.

If Marianne is covering,
then the k*ller has to be someone

who was at the Miracles fundraiser
yesterday.

Well, this is everyone we know of.

It's like a giant game of Guess Who?

All right, who shall we
focus in on first?

Who might have motive
to have stabbed the victim?

I think I might know where to start.

Darlene and I were doing some
background on Vincent Petit,

like you asked... Yeah. ..and we got
hold of his old file from the time

he was at the home years ago.

There was an incident
shortly before Vincent left

between him and Roy Hamilton.

He's the janitor, isn't he?

But he was a resident himself
from the age of .

They had a fight, ended with Vincent
pushing Roy down the stairs.

He was in the hospital
for close to three months -

that's how he injured his leg.

By the time Roy got back to the
home, Vincent had already left,

so they never made amends.

And this is the first time they've
seen each other since?

MOBlL PHONE BUZZES

Hey, Darlene. Got something?

I found this rolled up and shoved
down the back of a filing cabinet

in Mr Hamilton's office.

Looks like someone used it to
wipe the blood off their hands.

There's a whole box of these
T-shirts next to his desk.

Just up here.

What's he saying?

He denies putting it there.

I'll dust the cabinet for prints,
see what that shows. OK.

I already told you, officer, I
really don't know how it got there.

It wasn't me who did it.

But you do have a difficult past
with the victim, don't you?

Seriously, you think I would m*rder
Vince for what he did to me

years after it happened?

But the first time the both of you
cross paths since Mr Petit

left here he winds up dead.

And it wasn't just some
teenage scuffle you had,

you were left with a lifelong injury.

He didn't mean to do it.

How did the fight come about?

A girl.

It was over some girl he was seeing.

A girl?

You were jealous?

Frustrated.

We'd become good pals, me and him.
Close, you know?

Then he started sneaking off
all the time to go and see her -

never wanted to hang out with me.

Growing up in a place like this,
friends become important.

How did the fight come about?

He had caught me trying to follow
him when he had gone to meet her,

said I was interfering, being too clingy.

Just blew up over nothing.

And how did you feel,
seeing him yesterday?

Was the anger still there?

It was, wasn't it?

Maybe.

But I didn't want to k*ll him.

I just wanted him to say sorry, that's all.

Erm, Commissioner...

. . I think I'm done.

Are you sure?
You still have haff an hour left.

I'm sure.
Very well.

Then you may go.

I reckon, erm...

. .Mr Ribbit had an off day.

Sir, Sarge, I've got something for you.

So, l managed to lift some
fingerprints off of the top

and the back of the filing cabinet,

they even had traces of blood in them.

So they definitely belonged to
whoever put the T-shirt there.

And did you get a match?
Yep.

-year-old josephine Porter.

She's got a charge for trespassing
and criminal damage.

She was at the fundraiser yesterday.
She's a resident at Miracles.

And that's not all of it.

The criminal damage charge
was from a month ago,

when she broke into a building site
and started vandalising the place.

Let me guess, the building site
was one of VP Island Construction's

developments.
Exactly that.

We're getting close to the truth
now, Marianne.

Our DS is on the way to interview
Josephine about this as we speak.

Don't make things any harder
for her than they need to be.

So, I'll ask you for a second time,

are you covering for someone?

Is it Josephine?

You need to promise me
you'll look after her.

She's just a girl,

only .

We'll do what we can to help her,

but you need to start telling us
the truth right now.

When I saw what shetd done, I ...

. . I just couldn't let her ruin her life.

Josephinets father d*ed in an accident...

. .at a VP Island Construction
building site a year ago.

I don't know why,
but she had got it in her head

that Vincent was directly responsible,

that certain safety measures
hadn't been followed.

There'd been a cover-up.

Is there any truth to that?

Not as far as I'm aware.

And you believe that's why she stabbed him?
I know it was.

All right.

What exactly happened yesterday?

I was running late for the raffle,
so I was hurrying past the rec room

when I heard raised voices,

so I took a look to see
what was going on.

You don't understand...

I couldn't really hear
what they were saying

and, before I could do anything,
it just...

. . happened.

Josephine, she. . .
She just stabbed him.

I wanted to run in and stop it all,
but that's when I saw Billy.

Billy? Billy Morris,

one of the kids at the home.

Hey, Marianne.

And I couldn't let him see
what was going on,

so I led him away and told him
to go and watch the raffle.

I rushed back to the rec room...

. . but, when I got there, he was dead.

Vincent was dead.

I could hear Mayor Bordey
outside calling my name,

so I picked up the Kn*fe and
rubbed Josephinets prints off it.

It doesn't matter what they've done,

it's my job to look after these kids.

What else was I supposed to do?

That's why Josephine att*cked him.

Yeah, the thing is, it's that
damn Kn*fe again, Naomi.

If Marianne picked up the Kn*fe at
the scene, the one that Josephine

dropped, then why doesn't it match
the wound on the victim?

Maybe Josephine can provide
some answers-

Let me know what she says.

Good afternoon, Dr Molyneaux.
Afternoon, DS Thomas.

Josephine's inside, Sarge.

Shets only ,

so I'll need to be present
while you're speaking to her.

I know you think l m*rder*d
Vincent, but you're wrong.

But, Josephine, Marianne saw you do it.

Well, then, she didn't see everything

because l didn't k*ll him.

He was alive when l left him there.

Why don't you talk me through it?

I didn't know what I was going to do.

But then l saw him giving that speech,

saying what a success
he'd made of his life.

No shame or regret
for what he did to my dad.

I know there must be some
kids here who feel lost.

So l waited until he was on his own
and I told him who I was.

Vincent, do you remember
Malcolm Porter?

He was my father.

When l told him what he'd done,
he just kept making excuses.

It's not as simple as that.

He kept telling me l'd got it wrong,
but I hadn't.

I know what he did.

So l grabbed the Kn*fe
next to the boxes.

I didn't even think about it.
I just took it.

And then what happened?

We can take a break if you want.

No.

They need to hear the truth.

I att*cked him with the Kn*fe.

No, don't! Please!
He stopped it with both his hands.

Don't ruin your life like this.
Stopped it going in.

When l looked at him,
there was something in his eyes.

He looked broken...

...just like me.

So l dropped the Kn*fe and ran.

Can you describe the Kn*fe?

It was...it was just a kitchen
Kn*fe.

It had, like, a wooden handle...

...where he had been using it
to cut open boxes.

Is that all you need to know?

One more thing, Josephine,

why do you believe there was a
cover-up of your father's death?

I just know...

...all right? l know.

I think we should leave it there,
Sergeant.

OK, let me get this straight.

So Marianne was actually covering
for Josephine Potter,

who att*cked Vincent in the rec room,

but Josephine is saying
that she didn't actually k*ll him,

which is possibly true
because there is no way

that that Kn*fe can be
the m*rder w*apon?

Yeah, that just about sums it up.

Right.

Well, that's quite the day you've
all had since I tve been gone.

But what this all means is that
there was a short window,

just a few minutes, in which Vincent
was actually m*rder*d

with a different Kn*fe. Just after
his confrontation with Josephine.

But before Marianne returned
to find him dead.

So, in many ways, we are right back
where we started - not knowing

who did it or why they did it.

Or where the w*apon is
that was used to do it.

I searched that children's home
high and low,

checked every Kn*fe in the building,

not one of them had any traces
of blood on it.

Somewhere out there is the Kn*fe
that was used to k*ll Vincent Petit.

Where did it disappear to?

Hey, Mummy!

SHE GASPS

Andrina?

Selwyn.

I got your message.

Yeah, sorry about that.
I just, erm...

I didn't feel like spending
the afternoon with you.

I see.

Did l do something wrong?

You really don't get it, do you?

Why don't we take a walk?

Hmm?

I apologise if l misjudged things
in any way,

but this is all very new to me,
you must understand that.

Yeah, of course I do.
It is for both of us.

But I just get the feeling that
this isntt as important to you

as it is to me. That's not...

l ... l ... Come on.

We are only here because I made the effort.

When I first wrote to you,
you didn't even reply.

I needed time to work out
how I felt about all this.

What is there to work out?
You have a daughter -

either you want to get to know her
or you don't.

It's not as simple as that.
Yes, it is.

The fact is, youtve not shown
any interest in me at any point.

I mean, have you even looked
at the photos I gave you?

The photos of your own daughter
as a child.

You just don't want any part
of this, do you?

What a complete waste of time.

Morning, Sarge. Morning.

So, you think you've found
our missing Kn*fe?

Mm-hm. We got called here last night
by the mother of the little girl

who came across it.

She discovered it here about
an hour after her birthday party.

Her mother was completely freaked out.

It's a heck of a birthday surprise.

The results came in
first thing this morning.

There are no fingerprints other
than those of the little girl.

But the Kn*fe has Vincent Petitts
blood on it,

and the blade is a perfect match
to the fatal wound.

So it looks like this is
definitely our m*rder w*apon.

Mm-hm.

But what's it doing here of all places?

So the m*rder w*apon was found here,
at the little girl's party,

at the northeast of the islands.

Which is, what, miles away from Miracles?
Mm-hm.

Marlon and Darlene are canvassing
the neighbours to see if they saw

anyone with a Kn*fe
or just acting suspicious.

They're also getting a list
of everyone who attended the party.

Good.

While they do that, shall we go give
the victim's house a once-over?

For a millionaire,
Vincent Petit lived like a monk.

Yeah, the place is pretty minimal.

I get the impression he didn't
have much time in his life

for anything other than work.

Sir.

Take a look at these.

Diazepam? Sir Vincent was
suffering from anxiety?

There are more bottles in
the kitchen, but take a look at

the name of the doctor who prescribed it.

Dr Claire Molyneaux.

I checked and she has her own
private practice here in Honore.

So Vincent was getting counselling
from Dr Molyneaux.

Why wouldn't she mention that?

I'll go phone her practice
and find out for sure. Yeah.

OK. Thank you.

Sir, I just spoke to Dr Molyneaux's
secretary and she was very chatty.

She gave you something?

Turns out, a few days
before he was m*rder*d,

Vincent stormed into the doctor's
office and he was fuming.

You broke my confidentiality!

Did the secretary have any idea
what it was about specifically?

Word got back to Mr Petit that the
reason Josephine Porter vandalised

his building sites was because she
blamed him for her father's death.

So, what, Dr Molyneaux
told Josephine

that Vincent was responsible?

I'm going to get you fired,

whatever it takes.

He was threatening to report her

to the Association for Counselling
and Psychotherapy.

Dr Molyneaux, we'd like to
ask you a few questions

about Vincent Petit and Josephine Porter.

Vincent had told me that he was drinking,

seff-medicating,

in a daze haff the time.

He was behind schedule,
cut corners on safety.

Some scaffolding collapsed,
k*lling josephine's father.

Vincent then paid big money
to cover up his mistake.

And he told you all of that
in confidence?

Yes, l know.

What l did was unorthodox,

but josephine was a child
desperately searching for answers

about what happened to her father.

I had urged Vincent to tell her...

...but he wouldn't.

So you did?

That's a flagrant breach of ethics.

I didn't set out to -

it just came out.

And josephine was in tears.

I ...

l just wanted to help her.

Dr Molyneaux, why was Vincent
getting counselling?

He was troubled.

A lot of unresolved issues
from his childhood.

I assume that's not uncommon
in children

who lose their parents at an early age.

Although it seemed to have more
to do with a relationship

he had when he was ,
a girl he'd been seeing.

He never quite seemed able
to move on from it.

That's why Vincent had begun
using drink and dr*gs,

to numb the pain.

This girl must have really
got under his skin, huh?

Any idea who she was
or where she lived?

He said she went to a nearby school,
not far from Miracles.

St Theresa's.
Did he ever give you a name?

Emily.

Erm...

Emily Solomon.

Anything else you might remember?

Not that l can think of,

but l record all my counselling sessions.

I can give you the tapes.

If there's anything l've forgot,
it'll be on there.

It's odd, isn't it?

That Vincent's teenage romance
would continue to have

such a hold over him years later.

Do you think it's a coincidence
that, just as he was starting

to deal with it in therapy,
he decides to make his first visit

back to Miracles?
No.

I think it's worth pursuing.

Why don't I see what I can dig up
on Emily Solomon?

Good idea. I'm going to head back
to the shack and start working

through Dr Molyneaux's recordings.

Inspector, Sarge, we've spoken
to all the neighbours.

No-one saw anything suspicious
the afternoon of the birthday party.

It's so random the Kn*fe
even ended up there.

We've got a list of everyone
who was at the little girl's party,

so we'll start calling them now.

Oh!

And l brought you these.

Just a little thank you
from the birthday girl's mother.

Chocolate buttons, a bit of cake...

...and a balloon.

Solid party bag, that.

Evening, Selwyn.

If you're looking for Andrina,
she went out.

She wanted to hear some local music,
so I suggested Babette's Bar.

Maybe you could join her?

I'm not sure l'd be welcome.

Andrina...

...told me things haven't been too easy.

She seems very angry with me

and l'm not wholly sure
what I've done wrong.

Really?!

Yes, really.

Come on, Selwyn.

You know you're keeping her
at a distance,

you have been since Maggie
first told you.

I ...

l just don't want to rush into this.

It may end up causing more hurt
in the long run.

And who is it you're really protecting,

her or you?
Both of us.

If you have something to say,
then just say it.

OK.

I think you're scared.

And all of this bluster, it's an act,

so you don't have to engage

because it would lead to you
actually feeling something.

Excuse me, I have customers to serve.

Morning, Leon. Hey.

Anything for us?
Erm...

just this.

Oh, my exam results.

Bye. Thank you.

VlNCENT: Emily always wanted to
keep our relationship a secret,

but I wanted to tell the world.

It used to make me feel so frustrated.

What do you feel now, looking back?

Whoa!
Sorry, Harry.

For a long time, I felt. . .
You all right?

. .Confused within myself, you know?

But coming here and talking,

I've started to realise
I wasn't the one in the wrong -

she was.

That's why I feel I need to move on,
you know?

We used to go to this place
called Lausanne Bay

when there was no-one around -

so many memories of that place.

We used to go to this place
called Lausanne Bay

when there was no-one around.

So many memories of that place.

Morning, sir. Hey.

I tried calling a couple of times
but there was no answer.

I can't find my phone anywhere -
I must have lost it.

Well, I wanted to let you know that
I 've checked into Emily Solomon.

Oh, yeah? It's a funny one, sir.

I couldn't find her on the records
at St Theresa's.

I thought maybe Dr Molyneaux
gave us the wrong name.

But then I checked with
the General Registrar,

and there was no baby
born with that name

on Saint Marie between and .

Then he started sneaking off
all the time to go and see her.

So who was Vincent's girlfriend?

We need to go back to his house -

there's something I want to check out.

So, come on.

Did you get your exam results
this morning?

Oh, no. No, the post hadn't been yet.

But I tll probably get it later.

Well, make sure you text me
straight away, OK? Of course.

Morning. Morning. Morning.

Lausanne Bay.

Vincent mentioned this place
during one of his therapy sessions

with Dr Molyneaux.

He said he used to go there
with his girlfriend, Emily, but...

...why would you keep a postcard
of a place you claimed to go to

with a girlfriend who seemingly
didn't exist?

Oh, what's that, sir?
Is that a letter?

And now it all makes sense.

It was over some girl he was seeing.

A lot of unresolved issues
from his childhood.

VlNCENT: That's why I feel
I need to move on.

He was alive when l left him there.

It's so random.

You're right, Marlon, it is random.

I didn't actually say anything
just then, sir.

But maybe that's the point.
Maybe it isn't the point.

Maybe it's just a convenient accident.

What is, sir?

The guests at the little girl's
party, did you speak to them all?

Phoned every single one of them.

And did any of them attend
the fundraiser

at the Miracles Children's Home two
days prior? Not one of them, sir.

The closest we came to a connection
was the birthday girl's aunt,

said she drove up into the hills
nearby to walk the dogs.

Parks up there every weekend.
The same day Vincent was m*rder*d?

That's what she said.

That's it.

There was a dog walker.

I don't know why I didn't think
of it before.

Of course there was a dog walker,
it stands to reason.

Marlon, Darlene, I need you to pay
a visit to this dog walker, please.

No problem, sir.

Naomi, round up the suspects.

I'm going to call the Commissioner
and give him the good news.

Finally, I know who m*rder*d
Vincent Petit.

This has been one of the stranger
cases we've had to investigate.

It started with us arresting
the apparent perpetrator

of Vincent Petit's m*rder,
only to discover that Marianne

was actually covering for someone

and the bloodied Kn*fe she dropped
at the crime scene wasn't, in fact,

the one used to s*ab the victim.

Our next suspect, the person
Marianne was covering for,

also turned out not to have
done it either

when the actual Kn*fe that inflicted
the wound on our victim reappeared

at a child's birthday party miles away

from the original scene of the crime.

We were left more bamboozled
than ever.

But, having finally worked out
which of you it was

this stabbed Vincent Petit,
suddenly it all makes sense.

And it brings us full circle,

right back round to our original suspect...

...Marianne Laforge.

I'm sorry?
You k*lled Vincent Petit, Marianne.

No. No, I didn't, I swear.

When you saw Josephine
att*ck Vincent Petit,

it was truly shocking for you.

You don't understand.
It's not that simple!

But you didn't tell us the whole
truth about what you saw.

It was a lie that you believed
Josephine stabbed Vincent -

you knew she'd only injured him.

And in that moment,
I think your plan began to form.

When you saw Billy
running towards you,

you did lead him away so that
he didn't see the att*ck.

But it also gave you a chance
to grab a second Kn*fe

from the barbecue.

You came back here, you found
that Josephine had gone,

but Vincent wasn't dead -
like you told us.

He was very much alive

and you use that opportunity
to m*rder him.

Doctor...!

You wrapped the Kn*fe in a serviette
and hid it in your jacket.

Then you picked up the Kn*fe
that Josephine had used

to att*ck Vincent
and you waited to be discovered.

And then...you ran.

You needed it to look authentic,

as though you were genuinely
the k*ller.

It would lend more weight
to your story

when we believed you were
covering for Josephine.

Then you'd seem selfless -

willing to do anything
to protect your children.

But while you were being chased,
you needed to think quickly.

You still had to get rid
of the Kn*fe that

you'd actually used to m*rder Vincent.

As luck would have it, you found
the perfect hiding place.

She said she drove up into the
hills nearby to walk the dogs.

We know that there was a dog walker
in the hills that afternoon.

She'd parked up her pick-up truck
and left it -

that is where you stashed the Kn*fe.

Then you ran back in the direction
of my officers.

It was a good plan...

...until the dog walker drove
to her niece's birthday party

and the movement of the pick-up
truck loosened the Kn*fe.

Having now examined the truck,

we found this still wedged underneath.

But l don't understand.
Why would Marianne do this?

Why would she k*ll Vincent?

Well, the answer to that question
lies in the past.

years ago, when Vincent
came to Miracles,

there, he fell in love with a young woman.

His first love, I think,
the kind you never forget.

Emily?

In a way, yes. Although, Emily
Solomon never actually existed -

it was a made up name
because Vincent had to keep the real

identity of his girlfriend a secret.

Didn't he, Marianne?
I don't know what youtre talking about.

Oh?

You don't remember Lausanne Bay?

Or the letter you wrote
to Vincent years ago

explaining why you could
no longer be with him,

but that you still cared for him,
loved him?

This is your signature, isn't it?

Vincent was , Marianne.

You were his carer. He was young...

...vulnerable.

I know it was wrong...

. .that's why I ended it...

. .and I've regretted it every day
since.

But it was real between us.

We truly loved each other.

It should never have happened.

Over the years, Vincent struggled
to put what happened behind him.

For a long time, l felt confused.

I blamed myseff, you know?

Over time, he started to drink,
self-medicate, to cope...

...but it didn't work.
It just made things worse.

He ended up hurting other people.

So he started getting counselling
and he gradually came to realise

that, if he was ever going to move
on, he needed to confront the past.

So many memories of that place.

I don't know exactly what happened
here three days ago,

at the fundraiser,
but I think that Vincent told you

he was going to come clean about
what had happened between you.

It was the speech he gave.

Thank you, Miss Laforge.

He said it made him feel sick,
having to lie to everyone about me.

I can't do this any more.

What you talking about?!
The truth has to come out, right?

People need to know.
What?!

For the good of both of us,
the truth needed to come out.

And that's why you k*lled him,

because if he went through with it,
if he told the world

what had happened between you,
your life would be ruined.

Everyone would know how badly
you'd failed in your duty of care

towards a young, vulnerable
teenage boy.

You'd lose your job,

your reputation would be destroyed.

Everything you hold dear...

...would be taken away from you.

I'm sorry.

Marianne Laforge...

...l am arresting you on suspicion
of the m*rder of Vincent Petit.

You do not have to say anything...

Sir, I ...

I know this must be tough,
knowing Marianne as you did.

Although it turns out
I didn't know her at all.

She was the one person who was
supposed to be there for him.

It's not right, is it, sir?

Have you even looked at the photos
I gave you?

Because that might lead to you
actually feeling something.

SELWYN SOBS

MOBl LE PHONE Rl NGS

I 'm sure I checked in here.

Hey, Sophie. Are you not going to
come and give me a hug, then?

I'm on my way.

Hey.

What is. . .?

Hi.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How's about that drive, then?

Er, you all right with that?
Yeah, fine.

Well, welcome back to Chez Neville.

Huh.

Oh, my God.

What on Earth...?

I used to bring your mother
up here a long time ago.

I was eager to impress her.

It must have worked,

otherwise I wouldn't be stood here.

Andrina, you probably expect me
to know how to handle this, but...

No.

No, I don't.

I don't know what I'm doing

and I don't think anyone
can know what to do.

And I don't expect it to be...

. .easy between us, not for a while yet.

But I . . . I do need to know
that you want us to do this.

Yes.

I do.

A m*rder will be committed today?

Paramedics reckon a blunt force trauma

to the rear of his head
was the cause of death.

No prints, no DNA.
So what do we do, sir?

Mr Cartwright? That's me.

He was a criminologist back in the UK.

What kind of person
would send such a thing?

There's a history of murderers who
make themselves known to the police.

We just have to keep quiet, Rose.

Whoever wrote that letter
wanted to toy with me.

I've done it and I'm not sorry.

This ends now.

Where's Dl Parker?
I will not let him do this to me!