10x04 - Chain Reaction

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We got an anaphylaxis?
Welcome to St Francis, Mr?
Parker.

Neville Parker.

Good to meet you, Mr Parker.

My name's Taylor.

So, you were playing beach volleyball when it happened?
We hadn't actually started playing.

I was just limbering up and then boom, out of nowhere.

His face swelled up, and those hives appeared on his skin.

Well, Mr Parker, I have to say, it is an unusually serious reaction to a sandfly bite.

I've never seen one quite like it before.

I am a little concerned about the swelling.

I'd like to see it reduced before we let you go.

That sounds like I'm being kept in.

Should just be overnight.

I'm sorry, sir.

I feel I'm to blame.

Don't be silly, Florence.

It wasn't you that bit me.

I know.

I know, but beach volleyball was my idea.

Yeah, but only cos I wanted to tick another thing off the to-do list.

Listen, don't worry about it, honestly.

I'll be out of here by the morning.

Good evening, Mr Parker.

I hear we have the pleasure of your company for the night.

I'm afraid you haveDena.

Put this on for me, please, and I'll come back and take a blood sample.

Thank you.

I should go.

And I'd better let the Commissioner know you're here.

Yeah.

Tell him it's something less embarrassing, would you?
Like a tarantula bite.

Psst! Frederick Archer at your service.

Neville Parker.

Is that a Manc accent I detect there, Nev?
Yeah, born and bred.

I'm a Staffs lad myself.

I guess we're kind of neighbours back home as well as abroad?
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

I guess, yeah.

Of all the gin joints in all of the world, Neville Parker walks into mine.

I'm just going to Yeah, I'mI'm just going to Yeah, yeah, go on.

Yeah.

Well, that's me off for the night.

I'll see you back home, sis, and I'll see you tomorrow, Lulu.

You sleep well.

OK.

Four down.

Triangle in the Greek alphabet?
Delta.

Delta.

I'm getting them all tonight! Not like you, Dena.

I guess maybe I got a few things on my mind this evening.

There you go.

Mr Parker, I will bring you your next antihistamine at, say, 2am.

If you feel any breathlessness at any time, press that button, and I'll be in my office.

Thank you.

Was there something else?
No, nothing else.

Sorry! You try and get some sleep.

Nurse.

Nurse.

Nurse?
Everything all right, Mr Parker?
Yeah, I couldn't sleep, I can hear a frog croaking, but something's wrong - she's not moving.

Dena?
Dena?
It's nearly 2:00 in the morning.

I'm usually getting in about now, not going out.

Count yourself lucky, Marlon.

Me and Rosey have not slept a wink for two whole days.

Honestly, those babies just want feeding all the time.

Does Rosey feed them both at the same time, you know, one on each?
Marlon, that is not a conversation I'm prepared to have with you, OK?
Sorry.

Morning.

Sarge.

Sir Hi, team.

We have a suspected su1c1de on our hands.

Dena Johnson, 30 years old, duty nurse here at the hospital.

It's looking like an overdose - a glass of water here with traces of white residue, presumably from this - oxycodone - an opiate, according to Dr Dreyfuss, which she could have accessed from the dr*gs cupboard here.

It was only a few hours ago we were both talking to her.

Yeah.

Yeah, a bit of a strange one, this one.

After you left, she did seemoff, distracted.

Was there something else?
No, nothing else.

Marlon, can you have a chat with the other patients and see what they made of Miss Johnson's mood today?
I'm on it, sir.

Thank you.

Sir, what exactly was the time that you saw her come into her office?
Just after 11.

Me and Dr Dreyfuss found the body an hour later.

She was holding this.

"My dearest brother, I'm so sorry, Taylor, "but I don't want to be like this any more, "and I know you will be better off without me.

Dena.

" Taylor's a porter here.

Finished his shift a couple of hours ago.

The hospital's getting in contact now.

PHONE RINGS She set an alarm for 2am.

I'll bring you your antihistamines at, let's say, 2am.

She wrote it up there, then set an alarm as a reminder, all after she came into this office, which means, you would think, she had every intention of giving me those meds.

And not of taking her own life.

Yeah.

So if she never intended to k*ll herself, how did she wind up dead?
Exactly.

JP, I'd like you to dust the spoon, the glass and the pill packet for fingerprints, please, and see if you can find a sample of Dena's handwriting so I can compare it to that note.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

So, are we saying this is?
I'm saying it's suspicious.

And until we can prove otherwise, I think we have to treat it as such.

Seriously, sir, you need to put some trousers on.

I can't believe she'd do this.

She was my big sister, you know, just always there for me.

The note we found said, "I don't want to be like this any more.

" Had Dena been unhappy recently?
No.

I mean, we all have our good and bad days, but not like she'd do something like this.

What about you, Dr Dreyfuss?
You must have spent time with Dena the last few days?
I mean She just seemed like her normal self, getting on with the job.

Just to ask, can either of you think of any reason why someone might want Dena dead?
That's a bit of a leap, isn't it, Inspector, considering how we found Dena?
I know, but there were some inconsistencies at the crime scene and we wouldn't be doing our jobs if we didn't cover all bases.

No, that can't be right.

There is no-one who would want to hurt my sister.

She was a good person, gave her life helping people.

Right, Doctor?
Dena was well loved at this hospital.

She made friends, not enemies.

So neither of them can believe that Dena would k*ll herself, but at the same time, neither of them think it's possible she was m*rder*d.

I guess either way's a shock.

Sir?
So, I've been chatting to all the patients, and they both agreed that Dena wasn't quite herself this evening.

A bit distracted.

Thanks, Marlon.

OK, so I've photographed the scene, bagged the evidence.

Are you OK for me to release the body?
Yeah, sure.

The thing is, sir, if this was a m*rder staged to look like su1c1de How did the k*ller do it?
Well, if it was an overdose, did someone make Dena take it?
And if so, how, exactly?
Yeah.

And secondly, Dena locked herself inside here.

So how did the k*ller stage the scene and then manage to get themselves out again?
You were here, sir.

You said it was an hour between the victim entering here and her dead body being found.

Did you see anyone approach the office?
Hand on heart, I can't say I had my eye on this door the whole hour, but at the same time, if someone was sneaking around or acting suspiciously, I would have noticed.

So you're a detective, then, are you?
I am, Freddie, yeah.

Something tells me it's got your nose twitching, that young nurse's demise.

Would I be right?
I can't comment on the case.

Yeah, course.

Yep, yep, yep, yep.

Keep it on the downlow.

Gotcha.

That said if there's anything I can do to help, more than happy to oblige, yeah?
I'll bear it in mind.

Right.

OK.

Yeah.

Right, night, then, Nev.

Night, Freddie.

Yeah.

It's me.

Can you, um, call me when you get this?
The police may want to speak with you, and I think we need to talk first.

Are you feeling all right, sir?
Yeah, you look a bit pale, sir, and you're a pretty pale kind of guy to start out with.

Thank you, Marlon, but, no, I'm absolutely fine.

I'm just tired from last night.

So, to work.

Where are we at?
Well, the postmortem confirms cause of death as a large overdose of oxycodone ingested shortly before she d*ed.

Right.

And the lab says there were significant traces of the opiate found in the bottom of her glass.

Any fingerprints on the glass?
The victim's.

Same with the spoon and the packet of pills.

All of them were handled only by Dena Johnson.

Which means it's got to be her that crushed up the pills and put them in the water.

And took the overdose.

What about phone records?
Did she speak to anyone in that hour she was in the office?
According to the phone records, Dena didn't speak to anyone after 11pm, either on her mobile or the desk phone.

And I checked her computer.

There's no emails received either.

OK.

What about the note?
Did you take a closer look?
Equal pressure on the downward strokes.

She uses non-cursive capitals, and everything slants slightly to the left.

And your point is?
All told, Dena wrote the su1c1de note.

So, if she wrote the letter And the fact that she crushed the pills and ingested them herself It's a su1c1de.

Crushed-up pills, the note, her seemingly distracted It's a su1c1de, right?
Commissioner.

DS Cassell informed me you were admitted to hospital due to some form offleabite.

Actually, it was a sandfly bite, sir.

It's nothing, really.

I just checked with your doctor.

You have a potentially serious blood infection.

What?
! They need to start you on a new course of treatment immediately.

But This is not a matter for discussion.

Until you're well enough to leave, I shall take over the investigation.

Back to the station.

Bring that.

Right.

DS Cassell, you may begin.

But, sir, aren't you leading the investigation?
Why do I need to, when I have a highly competent detective sergeant here in whom I have total confidence?
I will, however, remain here to lend a hand given you're a man down.

DS Cassell?
Yes, sir.

So let's start with the victim and try and find a reason for why someone might want her dead.

OK, Dena Johnson.

So, she's been a nurse all her working life.

Well thought of around the hospital and not in a relationship, according to her brother Taylor, who she shares a house with.

And what do we know about him?
He left school at 16, didn't settle into a job until he became the porter of the hospital a couple of years back.

And the doctor - he worked closely with the victim.

He's the chief medic at St Francis, but he also does some work at a private clinic elsewhere, married with two children.

And there's our three patients, who were all present when the m*rder happened.

But all of whom are unlikely suspects.

According to Dr Dreyfuss, Lulu Deloitte is bedbound, and Frederick Archer only arrived the night before with a burst appendix, so he hardly even knew the victim.

And Neville Parker is our own DI.

What do you think he's listening to?
Hey, he'll hear you.

He can't.

Look.

Hey, Commissioner! What tunes you got playing there?
See?
Stop it.

I'm going to work through the victim's email and phone correspondence.

How about you head over to her house, go through her possessions and see what you can dig up?
Sure thing, Sarge.

You take it easy there, Commissioner! Bach's violin concertos since you're asking.

Stirring stuff.

Hey, love, it's me! I just thought I'd call, say hi.

See how you're getting on.

missing you.

Bye! Bye-bye-bye-bye.

The fiancee.

She's on a cruise.

Right.

Basically, long story short, and it'll tickle you, this, she was supposed to Sorry, Freddie.

Will you excuse me a sec?
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Don't mind me.

Taylor Johnson! We found an envelope with your address on it inside the bin in Dena's office.

Do you happen to know what it contained?
I haven't received any letters in the last few days.

You sure about that?
He knew nothing of it?
All right.

Good to know.

Thanks, JP.

So where's the letter?
Sir, I think we've got a possible motive.

Three days ago, the victim sent this text to Dr Dreyfuss.

Wouldn't it be a shame if your wife found out about Brigitte?
That sounds rather like a thr*at.

I did some trolling through both Dena's and Dr Dreyfuss's social media, and there was a student nurse on a placement at St Francis named Brigitte King.

Let me guess.

Dr Dreyfuss and Brigitte were enjoying each other's company a little too much.

Exactly, sir.

And if Dena was threatening to expose that, then We do indeed have a motive.

Look, I work long hours doing a tough job.

Brigitte was just a bit of fun, you know?
No-one was meant to find out.

Brigitte knew that was the deal.

But then Dena cottoned on and used it as a thr*at.

What did she want in return?
Money?
She wanted to keep her job.

Dena was a good nurse, but over the past few months, something had changed in her.

In what way?
It's like she stopped caring about her work, the patients.

She started getting irritable, losing her temper.

I'd already given her two warnings, but then, earlier this week, an incident happened with Miss Deloitte.

I don't know why, but Dena got angry and ended up not giving Lulu Deloitte her dinner that evening.

You can't treat a patient like that.

The next day, Dena apologised profusely.

Miss Deloitte was incredibly gracious and forgiving, but the incident left me no choice.

I had to let Dena go.

Whereupon she blackmailed you to keep her job.

It didn't worry you that Miss Johnson might use what she knew to blackmail you again?
Not so much I'd go and k*ll her if that's what you mean.

You were very close, weren't you?
Your parents weren't around much when you were growing up?
You don't seem to have any photos of them.

Our mum raised us until Dena was 15, I was six.

She met this guy, washed her hands of us.

Left Dena to raise me.

Excuse me.

Mr Johnson, I I found these in your sister's bedroom.

They're properties for sale on Saint Lucia.

Was she thinking of moving there?
It was her dream, you know, for us both to leave our lives here and start anew somewhere else.

They're quite expensive properties.

Could you afford any of these?
Like I said, it was just a dream.

Excuse me.

I can't imagine what it would be like to have my sister bring me up.

How old is she?
Six.

You really should have let me help, Nev.

I'm a dab hand with the old sticky-backed tape.

Leave the poor boy alone, Freddie.

He's got important work to do.

Yeah.

So, are you going to read it out to us?
What do you think, Freddie?
I'll tell you what, if my fiancee could see me now! Caught up in a real-life m*rder investigation.

She goes mad for all this kind of stuff, you know, true crime.

Watches all the documentaries.

Podcasts.

Yeah, she'd absolutely love all this.

Oi-oi! Sergeant Pepper's entered the building.

He's top brass, I take it, with all the Inspector.

What on earth is going on?
I thought I made it clear.

You're stood down from the investigation until you're back to full health.

Yes, sir, I know.

But I couldn't help myself, and I think I might have a lead.

A woman called Aneesha wrote this letter to Taylor.

She was his girlfriend up until a few weeks ago.

She blames Dena for breaking off their relationship.

Now, this Aneesha's got pretty worked up about our victim, which I'd say gives her a motive.

I think we need to speak to her.

Yes.

We do.

Thank you for your contribution.

Now please go back to bed.

Dena must have got to the letter first and recognised my handwriting.

I sense that doesn't surprise you, that she'd do that.

She's a very controlling kind of person, you know?
In this letter, you blamed Dena for Taylor ending your relationship.

"Dena says she wants what's best for you, "but the truth is, she just doesn't want to lose you.

"She's scared of being lonely.

" I knew he was lying when he said he wanted to end things with me, but that boy will always do what his sister wants him to do.

And so you wrote him this letter?
I wanted him to understand how I felt, and how messed up his life was with her, that he should just break free and live his own life.

And now Dena's not around, you can.

I suppose so, yes.

On first impression, Aneesha Cole didn't seem much like a k*ller.

But she definitely had issues with our victim.

And she claims she was at home on the night of the m*rder.

You know what?
Me and Marlon will go do some digging up on her, see what turns up.

And how did you get on at the victim's house?
Well, it seems like Dena was very close with her brother.

She had a desire to leave the island with him, go and live on Saint Lucia.

Also, once we searched the property, I suggested to Sergeant Hooper that we see what we can find out from the victim's neighbours.

Isn't that right, Sergeant Hooper?
Yes.

Marlon did suggest that.

And?
Well, you see, most of the residents were out at work, so I then suggested to Sergeant Hooper that I returned again this evening when they're all home.

Isn't that right, Sergeant Hooper?
Yes, Marlon did also suggest that, sir.

Glad to hear you're going the extra mile, Trainee Officer Pryce.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Although we are yet to still work out how her death could have been anything other than su1c1de.

No, I know.

It still doesn't make any sense.

Dena appeared to lock herself in her office.

Alone.

Where she wrote a su1c1de note.

And then ingested an overdose of her own free will.

It does indeed seem very much like su1c1de.

I had a feeling you'd call.

You want to know what's going on with the case, don't you?
No! No, Florence, not at all.

But, um if you are offering All right, sir.

Thanks, Sarge.

But very quickly.

"Glad to hear you're going the extra mile, Officer Pryce.

" That's what the Commissioner said, Sarge.

The extra mile.

I am so winning that guy back around.

That's good for you, Marlon.

You look exhausted, Sarge.

They're just not seeming to sleep, the twins.

And it's going to happen again tonight, isn't it?
You know what you should do?
Sing Tiny Winey, Byron Lee & the Dragonaires.

What?
Seriously.

It worked for me, my mum says, and I know that it worked for my little sis.

Does the business every time.

If you say so, Marlon.

If you say so.

Catherine! How lovely to see you.

Neville.

You don't look well.

Serves me right for trying to play sport on a beach, doesn't it?
Now, hospital food is horrible.

Let me guess.

You have the hunger of a wolf.

Normally, I would make you my special chicken soup to get you feeling better, but I know how picky you are, Neville, so I thought I would bring you a taste of home.

'Otpot! Hotpot?
You like?
Like?
! Catherine, it's my favourite dish in the world.

You've not put anything funny in it, have you?
Only a few tiny chillies.

I'm joking, Neville.

I followed the recipe exactly.

Still no word from your fiancee, Freddie?
Radio silence, but she's probably struggling to get a signal in the middle of the sea.

How come you're not on this cruise with her?
I was, but I got brought back ashore when I was taken sick.

Damn you, pesky appendix! She didn't want to come with you?
Yeah.

I mean, we talked about it, but it wasit was all paid for and everything, so Right.

I mean, to be honest with you, Nev, we're going through a bit of a rough patch, so maybe a bit of time apart might be for the best?
I'm sorry to hear that, Freddie.

That blasted frog again.

You need to get some earplugs, like me.

So, you manage to get any sleep last night, Sarge?
I got about an hour's worth.

I mean, admittedly, it was all in five-minute bursts, but it all counts, right?
It all adds up, every last second.

So you didn't sing to them?
No, Marlon, I did not.

Anyway, how did you get on, speaking with the victim's neighbours?
It's funny you should ask.

MorningPastor.

Marlon! Why is there a priest in our cells?
Because I arrested him.

And why on earth would you do that?
Cos he was evading my questions, when I know he knows something about our victim.

So I thought a night in our cells might loosen his tongue.

I'm just going the extra mile, Sarge, like the Commissioner said.

Well, Mr Parker, the good news is the infection is starting to stabilise.

And what's the bad news?
I'm afraid your body still needs more antibiotics and more rest.

Let's give it one more day and see how it go?
Back on the subs' bench, then, is it?
Actually, Freddie, it isn't.

There's a m*rder that needs to be solved, and it's not going to happen while I'm stuck in bed.

I'm officially discharging myself.

I understand, I understand Yes, I'm so I'm so Sir?
You've been discharged?
Yes.

Dr Dreyfuss gave me the all clear, much as I predicted.

You don't look that much better.

Anyway, can anyone tell me why the Commissioner is being accosted by a priest in the car park?
Cos Marlon arrested the poor guy.

He was evading my questions.

Because he was running late to his church choir practice.

Did we get anything out of him in the end?
Actually, yes, we did.

You're welcome.

The pastor lives in the house next door to the victim.

Yeah.

He had heard a pretty big argument between Dena and her brother in their garden the day she d*ed.

Did he say what it was about?
Money, apparently.

Sounds like Lulu Deloitte was leaving a substantial bequest to Taylor in her will.

And Dena wanted him to give it to her.

But it's mine! She's leaving it to me! You have to stop controlling my life like this.

According to Pastor Mateo, Taylor was pretty worked up, like he'd had enough of her.

Well, we already know that she interfered in his relationship with Aneesha Cole, so maybe that was the straw that broke the camel's back, tipped Taylor into lashing out, k*lling his sister.

Inspector! You're back?
Looking no better than you did yesterday.

Feeling on top of the world inside, though, sir.

Trainee Officer Pryce will be relieved to hear that Pastor Mateo has agreed not to file a complaint against you.

Thank you, sir.

I will leave Sergeant Hooper to decide on a suitable response to your transgression.

As for your investigation, Inspector, as we still have no evidence to prove it was anything other than su1c1de, you have until the end of the day to prove otherwise.

If you do not, we will draw a line under the whole affair.

Is that clear?
Crystal, sir.

Report back to me tonight.

Well, I suppose we'd better get on with it, then, hadn't we?
Yes, it's true.

I changed my will so that Taylor will get most of everything I own.

Why Taylor?
Six months ago, the doctor said I only had a few weeks left.

I have no children of my own, and Taylor and I have become very close.

Six months?
But you're still here?
Got a bit more fight in me than they anticipated?
Taylor brought me that, you know?
It's a desert rose.

I mentioned I had one in my garden at home.

Next day, that appeared.

SHE LAUGHS There's a good soul in that boy.

Did he ever talk to you about his sister, their relationship?
No.

But I was aware of some faults between them.

Faults?
Taylor just needs his independence and he'll flourish in this world.

Independence from his sister, you mean?
Dena was troubled.

It took me a while to see it, but she wasn't good for the boy.

That's why I wanted him to have the money, to give him a chance of breaking free.

So how did you feel about the fact that she wanted to get her hands on it?
Her and Taylor were arguing about it the day she was m*rder*d.

I didn't know.

He never said.

That argument was nothing.

It didn't sound like nothing, Taylor.

It sounded like a release of pent-up anger towards your sister.

No, that's not how I felt towards her! Isn't it?
Because it's become clear to us she was very controlling of you.

Look, when we lost our mum, Dena as good as became mine.

She never asked for that responsibility, but she took it on.

She made that sacrifice.

So if the money Lulu was going to leave me could pay for us to get away from here, just like my sister dreamed of PHONE RINGS Then in the end, I wasn't going to deny her that.

It's the station.

I'd better.

JP?
Sarge.

So we've been doing some digging into Aneesha Cole, and we were checking her council records and we found that she had been issued a parking ticket on the night of the m*rder.

Right.

Now, this parking ticket was issued at 10.

26 on the Rue Saint Francois.

That's the street the hospital is on.

Aneesha was parked up there?
At around the same time Dena was k*lled.

Thanks, JP.

Taylor isn't the k*ller.

Aneesha, I told you to stay in the bedroom.

This is Aneesha Cole, sir.

And according to JP, turns out her car was parked outside St Francis Hospital shortly before Dena's m*rder.

I went to see Dena.

I knew you didn't get the letter that I sent for you, and I knew it was cos of her.

I wanted to confront her about how she was ruining your life.

I waited for her to go on a break.

What do you want?
To talk to you.

All the anger I had bottled up inside of me just came out, about how she used to treat Taylor like a pet dog and how bitter and sad she was in her own life.

She just stood there and took it.

Accepted it.

It was as if she knew what I was saying was the truth.

After I was finished, she just said I know exactly what I am.

What happened next?
She went back inside and I got into my car and I drove home.

You didn't follow her in?
You're saying you didn't k*ll her?
No.

Can't you see what I'm telling you?
That night, I held a mirror up to her.

She looked so broken as she walked back into that hospital.

You're saying you think Dena Johnson took her own life?
I'm sure of it.

It can't be su1c1de, can it?
I still don't understand why Dena would write up my meds, then set an alarm to remind herself to administer them if she was planning to k*ll herself.

Sir, be honest with me.

Dr Dreyfuss didn't really discharge you, did he?
Of course he did.

All right.

Maybe we should stop for a minute.

Why would you do that?
Why leave hospital when you're clearly still not well?
Because I didn't want the Commissioner to think any less of me than he already does.

I thought solving the case might win some brownie points.

Sir, I know the Commissioner maybe isn't your biggest fan, but he understands that you are ill.

I guess the truth is I sort of have a deep-seated fear of missing out.

I've spent my whole life getting ill at the wrong time, watching others take my place.

It gets boring, Florence, watching life from the touchline.

I discharged myself from hospital because I wanted to be with you and JP and Marlon solving the case.

Part of the action.

But that was a really stupid thing to do.

I know.

I know.

Once I've updated the Commissioner on the case, I'll take myself back to hospital, OK?
Come on, let's go.

Maybe they'll stop crying if you just leave them for a bit.

You tried that already?
Look, then I don't know, Rosey.

If they're not sleeping, they're just not sleeping.

Rosey, we could try something.

If you just put the phone in the cot with them.

Yeah.

Tiny Winey This chick from country Come home this season Looking for fun That's it, Sarge.

Keep going.

Tiny Winey Come way so long Now she's back home Railing down the town I told you.

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Sarge.

Well, that was lovely, JP.

Quite a duo you both make.

So, anything to report back?
Yes, actually.

JP?
I'll call you back later.

I hate to say it, but it looks like Aneesha Cole could be right.

That what actually happened was that Dena Johnson did walk into that office two nights ago.

She wrote the note.

She crushed those pills and she took an overdose.

Well, I guess we have no other explanation as to how someone could have made her do those things.

Especially as the door was locked from the inside.

Sir, are you saying now you actually think it was a su1c1de?
Yeah.

I'd better give the Commissioner his update.

Sir?
Sir, are you all right?
Sir, the good news is there's not really too much damage.

My neck Inspector, what have you done to my neck?
Fortunately, there's no concussion, Commissioner, but we'll hold on to you overnight, just to make sure.

Doctor Doctor, tell me, did you discharge Inspector Parker this morning?
No, he discharged himself, against my advice, I might add.

Nev! What's the story with the neck brace?
If it's all the same to you, Freddie, I'd rather not talk about it.

Say no more.

Je suis comprendez, as they say, yeah.

Just waiting for the moment that frog starts ribbiting away.

He's not going to be happy.

Is that a frog I can hear?
I told your inspector you need to get a pair of these.

Right, come on, Freddie.

It may not be a m*rder case, but you fancy helping me track down that frog?
Yes.

So, the security guard reckons the other end of that air vent is on this side of the building.

All right.

Any word from your fiancee, Freddie?
Amy?
Yeah.

No.

Nothing.

I think the writing's on the wall.

I wave a fond farewell as she, well, literally sails into the sunset.

Well, looky here.

I think we might have found our culprit.

Come on, you.

Hop off.

Go on.

Morning, sir.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

I doubt that very much, Inspector.

Up until now, your success as a detective has allowed me to forgive the considerable inconveniences you've cost us all.

And I'm very grateful for that, sir.

However, in the past two days, you've lied to me, injured me, damaged my car and forced me to stand in for you, and all because of a misguided investigation into what turns out to be a simple su1c1de.

And I'm very sorry about all of that, sir.

Things can't go on like this, Inspector.

I suggest you think about what changes can be made.

Yes, sir.

Wow.

Don't worry, sir.

They just mixed up our breakfasts.

Thank goodness for that.

You sleep well.

And four down - triangle in the Greek alphabet.

Sounds like Lulu Deloitte was leaving a substantial bequest to Taylor in her will.

And Dena wanted him to give it to her.

It was her dream, you know.

I wanted to confront her about how she was ruining your life.

I know exactly what I am.

Well, that's interesting.

Don't tell me.

Yes, sir, I think I have.

And it was?
m*rder.

Very much so.

All along, I didn't think Dena Johnson took her own life, and it turns out I was right.

She was m*rder*d, and by somebody in this room.

Nothing about this case made any sense until a mix-up at breakfast helped me to understand the truth of what happened on this ward three nights ago.

And that truth is Dena wasn't the intended victim of m*rder, because she was already planning to m*rder somebody else.

What?
To most patients, Dena seemed a competent nurse, but underneath it all, she'd had a tough, lonely life, spent caring for Taylor after being abandoned by her mother, and that took its toll.

Deep down, Dena dreamed of starting a new life away from the bad memories of Saint Marie, but there was very little prospect of that happening until the day when Taylor told her the news that Lulu Deloitte was planning to leave him a significant bequest in her will.

But it's mine.

She's leaving it to me! Suddenly, unexpectedly, this new life seemed within reach.

We know for a fact it got Dena dreaming.

Now, when Lulu added Taylor to her will, she'd only been given weeks to live.

But then she surprised everyone by gaining a new lease of life.

Got a bit more fight in me than they anticipated?
However, by that time, Dena's dreams of moving to Saint Lucia and starting a new life had started to feel like a reality.

So Lulu going into remission was a devastating blow.

The frustration of having her plans delayed for who knows how long spilled out into the way she treated her patients.

She lost focus.

She became resentful, angry.

It was like she stopped caring about the work, the patients.

So Dena decided to take matters into her own hands and to acquire for herself what she wanted.

And she would do this by putting Lulu Deloitte to sleep.

Sorry, what?
Well, to put it in more blunt terms, Dr Dreyfuss, she planned to m*rder her more than likely convincing herself that she was simply hastening a death that was not that far off anyway.

So, on the morning of the m*rder, Dena was outside on the terrace with Taylor when she revealed her secret plan to him.

Now, we can't know for sure what was said, but I strongly suspect that Taylor was absolutely horrified by the idea.

a little something in her hot chocolate this evening.

She won't feel a thing.

You can't do that.

Dena, please.

Don't.

I tried to talk her out of it, said I'd tell the police what she'd done, that I'd warn Miss Deloitte, but She said I owed her this for every single thing she's ever done for me.

That was my way of paying her back after all these years.

And so, Dena went ahead with her plan.

She crushed and dissolved the pills into a glass of water.

More than enough to k*ll Lulu.

And then she spooned that mixture into a cup of hot chocolate.

Then she came out and she sat next to Lulu as usual and helped her finish the crossword, all the while making absolutely sure that Lulu drank the poisoned drink.

As expected, the cleaner took the mugs away to be washed.

And four down In doing so, Dena knew the evidence of the poisoning would be unwittingly destroyed.

Then she bade Lulu what she knew would be her final goodnight and returned to her office, knowing all she had to do was sit and wait for an hour or two for Lulu to die.

But, of course, Lulu didn't die and Dena did.

Why?
Because Lulu knew about Dena's plan.

How do I know this?
Well, actually, it's thanks to my good friend Freddie here.

He helped me track down that frog.

That frog that I could hear all night through the vent next to Lulu's bed.

It turns out he was actually sitting by an exterior vent just outside that wall, and the sound of his ribbiting was being carried through the vent shaft and into this room.

little something in her hot chocolate this evening.

She won't feel a thing.

You can't do that.

Please, Dena.

Don't.

So Lulu knew that Dena was going to m*rder her because she overheard her telling Taylor that was the plan.

And that Taylor wouldn't be able to stop her.

Now, Lulu loves Taylor.

You could see first hand the grip that Dena had on his life, couldn't you?
And you believed that, while Dena was around, he'd never be free to go and live his life.

So she came up with a plan to save her own life and set Taylor free in the process.

She planned to turn the tables on Dena.

And in doing so, the intended victim became the m*rder*r.

First, she crafted Dena's su1c1de note by copying individual letters from the crosswords that Dena had completed in the previous evenings.

Then, when Dena brought out the two cups of hot chocolate, I imagine you created some sort of distraction giving you time to switch the two mugs.

Land of the pharaohs.

Egypt.

Then all you had to do was slip Dena the su1c1de note I guess maybe I got a few things on my mind this evening.

Mr Parker?
leaving Dena to complete the set-up of the impossible m*rder herself.

She would have kept you a prisoner your whole life, Taylor.

I couldn't allow that to happen.

Here.

Right, Freddie, well, I guess that's me.

Well, it's been emotional, Nev.

Yeah.

Hey, Nev! It's from the missus.

She said she dropped her phone in the sea when she was trying to take a selfie.

That's why she's not phoned.

Yeah.

Says she's missing me and as soon as she docks in Jamaica, she's going to get a flight over.

I'm made up for you, Freddie.

I guess the wedding's back on, then?
Hey, and don't you worry.

You're going to be the first name on that guest list.

Take care, Freddie.

I'm glad to see you're on the mend, sir.

And once again, I am very sorry.

We seem to spend a lot of time with you apologising to me, don't we, Inspector?
I suppose, in some respects, we do.

I know you solved a particularly intricate m*rder.

But does your process have to be quite sochaotic?
I will try harder for that not to be the case, sir.

Moving forward.

Please do, Inspector for the sake of both our wellbeings.

Ready, sir?
Ready.

So, have you decided what my punishment is going to be?
Your punishment?
You know, for arresting Pastor Mateo.

That.

Wellyou know what?
You got results from it.

So that counts for something.

And I guess the end result doesn't justify the means but it's good to see you starting to try a bit harder.

Just promise me this.

Next time you feel the need to arrest someone, ask me first.

Gotcha, Sarge.

Happy to be out of hospital, sir?
Just glad to be part of the action again, Florence.

Wait.

Can anyone else hear that buzzing?
Like a whiningbuzzing noise.

I think there's a mosquito in here.

Stop the car! With great sadness, Pasha Verdinikov, the concert pianist, was discovered dead at his villa, here on Saint Marie.

You really think it might have been one of us that k*lled Pasha, don't you?
The g*n's here, Florence.

It has to be.

Something I know might be of interest for the case.

I think we need to review the original road traffic accident report.

Review my investigation, you mean?
Catherine?
No.