14x04 - Episode 4

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Janelle! Good to see you again.

And you.

So, how are you feeling about today?

JANELLE CHUCKLES
Where's Patrick?

If we're going to do this,
no point wasting any time.

No, sure. Course.

He's over at the tasting bar.

Erm, your assistant's already there.

Sorry?

Antony!

I want to get my own
start-up going at some point.

Got a few ideas floating around,

but I don't want to rush
into it too soon, you know?

I guess.

Do what you gotta do.

Yeah. No, I will,

I will. Oh, great, they're here.

Afternoon.

Afternoon, Patrick.

Janelle.

Antony.

So, the contract is being biked over.

Should be ready to sign shortly.

We thought we could have
a drink while we wait.

Sure. We just need a moment.

Mm.

What are you playing at?

I told you I didn't want you here.

Mum, the only way I can
ever learn from you

is if I see everything you do,

not just what you want me to see.

I appreciate that, but this
is too important to mess up.

And that's what you
think I'm going to do -

mess it all up for you?

I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry.

Please, I just want to be included.

OK.

All right!

This is our new line.

It's a 15-year-old but
has a more mature taste,

with a thick, caramel-y finish.

It's like getting a big,
warm hug from a drink.

There's no master distiller
better than Francesca.

Well, thank you. The rum's been aged

in oak barrels,

and that bottle was
drawn three days ago,

just for today.

Neat for me.

Yes, we're very
proud of this mix.

Hope you like it.

CORA: Well, I suppose
somebody should make a toast.

Janelle?

Sure.

To doing business.

ALL: To doing business. Cheers.

Go speak with the paramedics.
On it.

Were you the one that called it in?

This is all my fault.

Just stay calm and
tell me what happened.

Was it some kind of poisoning?

Methanol, I think. I mean,

the rum was...

No. No, this just should
not have happened.

Three victims on their
way to the hospital.

A fourth was found at the bar.

He didn't make it.

Oh, God!

SIREN ECHOES IN BACKGROUND

That's it, keep it coming.

That's it! Keep it coming.

Keep coming. Keep coming.

Whoa! Good morning, sir.

You know you're about to
change my life, right?

DELIVERY MAN CHUCKLES

So, where's this going?

I'll find a place for it.
Thanks a lot, mate.

KNOCK ON DOOR NAOMI: Hey, sir.

Mm? All right if I come in?

Yeah, yeah, come through.

Is that...?

The answer to my prayers?

Oh, yes.

Did you buy...? No, renting it,

and for a pittance.

I tell you this, DS Thomas,
say what you want

about Saint Marie...

Which you do.

..but it's dirt-cheap here.

It's got that going for it,
if nothing else.

You literally have no filter.

Also...

..take a look at this.

Check that out.

Oh!

So you've also got a satellite dish.

Great.

So, um...

..what's the thinking behind all this?

Well, I've not got
long left here, right?

And now, with my mum's
case put to bed, I thought,

you know, might as well
try and enjoy myself.

The Commissioner mentioned
you'd closed the case.

Are you feeling all right about it?

Yeah! Course.

I'm good.

Especially now I can watch
the footy, with air-con.

It's heaven.

I mean, no offence...

Offence coming.

..but the TV out here is not good.

Sorry, did you want something?

Actually, yes.

There's been a poisoning.

Accidental. Three people
in hospital, one dead.

That wasn't at a rum distillery,
by any chance?

Yeah, it was.

The Ambrose rum distillery.

How did you know that?

DARLENE: The victim's
name is Patrick Ambrose.



He owns the whole distillery.

Like the other victims,
he had a single shot of rum

and started feeling
ill shortly after.

Mm-hm.

"Mm-hm"?

Mm-hm.

Is that all you've got to say,
Inspector?

Mm-hm.

Is there a reason he's being like this?

I think so,

but he won't tell me what it is.

Well, that's helpful of him.

Do the paramedics know

why Mr Ambrose died and
everyone else didn't?

They assume

that he must have drunk a
bit more than the others.

It's a good way to go, though, right?

I mean, if you've got to go,
you might as well die

with a glass of rum in your hand.
HE CHUCKLES

I don't think it was very
pleasant for him, Officer Rose.

I'm just saying.

Bingo!

I knew it'd be in here somewhere.

Two days ago, I got a call on my mobile.

PHONE RINGS

DI Wilson speaking.

Hello?

Whoever it was didn't speak,
and seconds later they hung up.

So I checked the number out,

and the call was made
from this distillery.

Called it back, went to reception,

who said that call could have been made

from any phone on the estate.

No way of finding out who it was.

Except now I do know.

But... that's your number, sir.

It is.

Whoa! Just got shivers
when you said that.

So it was Patrick that was phoning you?

DI Wilson speaking.

Hello?

What do you think he wanted to say?

Not a scooby.

But him turning up dead two days later

feels like too much of a
coincidence for my money.

You're now thinking it's suspicious?

I am.

The food health and safety officers

have confirmed it is contaminated.

We... Well, no, I must have distilled

at the wrong temperature

and not removed all the methanol.

Could be a faulty thermometer

or human error.

Either way, this is on me. OK,

let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Just talk me through it.

I drew the rum three days ago.

The bottle was capped and sealed.

I gave it to Patrick.

It's been in his possession ever since.

And this evening?

It was Patrick who opened the bottle.

I handed round four glasses,

put some ice in everyone's...

apart from his.

Patrick poured them each a shot

and they all sipped their drinks.

Cora was pouring Patrick a second shot,

while I was refreshing
the glasses, when...

PATRICK COUGHS Are you
all right, Patrick?

They all started feeling
ill not long after him.

And why were these particular
people here this evening?

Patrick was selling the
distillery to Miss Dulice.

They were about to sign the contract.

But they didn't?

So the distillery stays in the family?

I suppose. I mean...

..there is only Cora left.

I guess it's hers now.

Right, well, thanks for
your time, Miss Bower.

Erm, so, er...

..you're not arresting me, then?

Not yet.

Is it me, or is this
suspicious thing number two?

Minutes before Patrick Ambrose
is about to sign a contract

concluding the sale of
this entire estate...

He ends up dead.

Poisoned.

We need to get onto the Ambrose
lawyers first thing tomorrow.

But Patrick poured the drinks.

Sir?

If this was m*rder and the
poisoning was intentional,

how could the k*ller be certain
that Patrick would pour

a lethal dose into his own glass

and not into everyone else's?

No, something about
this doesn't make sense.

Commissioner!

You after me?

I heard what happened at
the Ambrose Distillery.

I guess you should know we're treating

Patrick Ambrose's death as suspicious

until we've reason not to.

I was unaware he'd come back.

Come back?

It must have been about


Patrick had a falling-out
with his father,

Carnell Ambrose.

And do you know the
reason for their fall-out?

Carnell never said.

And where's the dad now?

He passed away six weeks ago.

So Patrick must have

only recently inherited the distillery.

Then came back to sell it.

The fact that Patrick Ambrose
has been gone for 18 years

then ends up dead not
long after he returns...

Suspicious thing number three.

Thank you, sir.

We'll keep digging into it,
let you know what we find.

OK. OK.

Commissioner?

Are you doing all right, sir?

You know...

..in light of your own situation.

I'm doing absolutely fine.

Thank you for asking, Officer Curtis.

Inspector?

Are you in there, sir?

Morning!

I wasn't sure if...

DS Thomas, are you ready
for this? Ready for...?

Oh!

Oh! That's REALLY cold.

THAT is temperature perfection.



I mean, the downside is

you have to keep all the
doors and windows closed,

otherwise it doesn't work properly.

But it's a small price to pay, right?

I'd rather be able to see the view,
myself, but...

..each to their own.

Oh, sir!

I don't think Harry's enjoying
this as much as you are.

Oh! Sorry, didn't know you were there.

Go on, go and get warm, mate.

So is this how you plan to spend
the next couple of months?

Shut up in here,
not enjoying the island?

Yeah.

Anyway, down to business. Did you get

anything of interest from
the Ambrose family lawyers?

Oh, yes.

The victims are all doing well, sir,

and are being discharged
from hospital today.

Now, ever since Patrick
left home 18 years ago,

Cora Ambrose has been helping her father

to run the distillery,
and from what they're saying,

it took a long time for
Cora to earn his respect.

Sounds like he was pretty old-fashioned,

always wanted his son to take
over the family business.

But, over time, she slowly convinced him

that she could do it.

But he never got round
to changing the will

so she'd inherit?

No. Apparently, Cora was devastated.

She was about to lose

everything she'd spent the
last 18 years working for.

OK. I'll speak with Cora.

You check in with Antony
and Janelle Dulice.

OK.

So, I suppose I might as
well be honest with you.

Not a bad thing to be,
when the police are involved.

Patrick and I never got on.

That little scar near his forehead?

From one of our fights
when we were teenagers.

You must have been made up, then,

when he ran away 18 years ago.

Well, I can't say I wasn't.

And at first, Daddy kept
putting money into his account,

his monthly allowance,

but after a year had passed he stopped,

hoping it would force him to come home.

OK. Fast-forward 18 years.

Your father passes away,

and he leaves everything
to Patrick in his will.

I was... beyond angry.

I can believe it.

But it does give you every reason
to want your brother off the scene -

permanently, this time.

I don't know what I'm
supposed to say to that,

apart from...

..you're right.

My brother's death has left me

with everything I've ever wanted.

Well, you're not exactly

dressing it up for me,
I'll give you that.

Well, I told you I'd be honest,
and I am being,

no more so than when I tell you

it was not me that k*lled Patrick.

I promise you.

h*-h*-h*!
Man has his own minibar.

Ha! It's, like, the coolest thing ever.

I mean, if I ever ran my own business,

I would totally get a minibar.

That... and a big box

of cigars.

And everyone would be like,
"See that man over there?

"Him are the boss."
Ha-ha! Right?

Er, what did you say?

I'm sorry. HE SIGHS

Is everything OK, Officer Curtis?

I just can't stop thinking
about the poor Commissioner

and him losing his job.

Yeah. I know.

SIGHS: Oh, gosh.

CAMERA CLICKS

Officer Rose?

Why are you photographing the minibar?

This isn't even a crime scene.

Oh, yeah, I know. But...

..it's my new approach to
my investigative process...

..cos I think one of my faults

is that sometimes I feel
like I'm not doing enough

and I miss things.

So, what's the new approach?

From now on...

..I'm going to do too much.

DARLENE SUCKS TEETH

Cora Ambrose definitely had reason

to want her brother dead.
She doesn't refute it.

As to whether she went as
far as murdering the guy...

What about those two?

Nothing to suggest a motive.

Miss Dulice only met Patrick
Ambrose for the first time

a few days ago and
Antony only last night.

And the fact that the
sale of the distillery

isn't going ahead means
she's lost out big time.

PHONE RINGS Hmm?

ANTONY: Hey.

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

All right, people, what you got?

OK, sir.

The lab have come back.

The bottle of rum was contaminated.

There were traces in all four
glasses but nowhere else.

Postmortem confirms

methanol poisoning was
the cause of death.

The amount found in the
victim's system was higher

than the amount ingested
by the other three.

Which brings us back
to the same question -

if it was m*rder,

how could the k*ller guarantee
that Patrick would pour himself

a lethal amount of poisoned rum

but only put enough in
the other three glasses

to make them ill? So, erm, Mr Ambrose

drank his rum neat.

Everybody else had ice in theirs.

So maybe the poison got
diluted when the ice melted.

Except it's the same amount of poison

whether it's in melted ice or not.
Doesn't lessen the effect.

OK, then maybe the k*ller

didn't care who else got k*lled,

took a risk and... got lucky.

Well, I don't believe in luck.
And if that was their tactic,

there's a world in which
Patrick was the one that lived

and the other three died,
the opposite of what they wanted.

Anything come from the search?

Ah, there's something
that might be of interest.

It's about...

..Janelle Dulice.

Employment records.

It turns out

that she worked at the
distillery one summer.

She would have been 19 at the time,

before she went to university...
in the States.

She told us

she only met Patrick Ambrose
for the first time this week,

but he must have been
around back then, right?

Not necessarily.

I mean, this is the summer of 2007,


Hang on, that's the
same year Patrick left.

I mean, that could have been a
coincidence, or... Or maybe not.

OK, go back to the
distillery first thing,

talk to anyone that
worked there in 2007,

see what they know.
PHONE VIBRATES

Good evening, Commissioner.
Is everything...?

Inspector, you've caused quite a stir.

I see. Get over to the shack now!

OK. Well, I'll get
over there right away.

I'm needed back at the shack.

There's a situation occurring.

Mm!

Inspector...

..please explain to me what
on earth you were thinking

when you stuck that thing up there.

Well, I was thinking

I'd finally be able to
watch Match Of The Day.

But I suspect that's not the
answer you're looking for.

What's the problem with it?

It's an eyesore

for which you sought no permission.

Permission from who?
Me, for one,

as I would have told you
to do so is ill*gal.

Seriously?

ill*gal?

You can just shove those up in London.

No-one gives a hoot.

This... is not London.

I think it's because
it's a public beach, sir.

And an area of natural beauty.

The council are really not happy.

There's a penalty to pay.

Course there is.



Mm.

They've got to be kidding, right?

No, I don't think they are.
I suggest you pay that promptly...

..and take that down even more so.

Nice seeing you again, Mervin.

Unbelievable.

Oh, well, it's back to the
Dark Ages for you, Mervin.

Well, sir, don't you think
it's a bit of a waste

to spend your last couple
of months on the island

holed up watching TV?

What else am I going to do?

Well...

..you could spend some time

getting to know more about your mother.

Hold this, will you?

You could maybe visit some
of the places she used to go,

talk to her friends.

Did her neighbour, um, Brianna,
ever mention anything?

I don't know.

Er... kind of.

Brianna said there was this

seafood place my mum used to eat at.

It was her favourite, apparently.

Then why don't you go and try it?

Look, I'm sure this Day Of The
Match show is really good...

Match Of The Day. Whatever.

You can watch it all you
want when you get back home.

Sir, this is your one
chance to get to learn

more about your mother's
life here on Saint Marie.

Yeah.

I guess maybe you're right.

Let me think about it.

Do you know anyone who
needs a new satellite dish?

Right, thank you for your help.

WORKER: No worries, Officer.
Is that all right?

Morning. Morning.

Good morning.
So what did they say?

August the 22nd, 2007 was the last time

Patrick and Janelle were both seen here.

It's assumed that they had run
away into the sunset together,

but it's not definite.
No-one knows for sure.

It's not much of a motive, though,

the fact that they had a
summer romance back in the day.

No,

but at the same time it is
odd that when Patrick returns

to the distillery after 18 years,

so does Janelle.

Mm.

And the guy ends up dead within
days of them seeing each other.

And that.

Look, I understand it's
your job to ask questions,

but I wouldn't waste your
time listening to gossip.

So you're saying

nothing happened between
you and Mr Ambrose?

Nothing.

This is your son, Antony, right?

Yes, it is.

It says here his date of birth
is the 28th of May, 2008.

Yes.

You sure that's right?

Yes, I am.

Well, that makes it nine months
after you left the distillery,

nine months after

the fling with Patrick Ambrose
that you claim you never had.

Is that a coincidence?

Bear in mind we can get a
warrant for a paternity test.

Patrick was his father.

Did Patrick know?

By the time I found out I was pregnant,

he'd already disappeared.

So I got on and raised Antony by myself.

And what about now?
The fact that you and Antony meet up

with his father for the
first time in 18 years -

oh, first time ever for Antony -

and now Patrick's dead.

Is that really a coincidence?

My coming back to that distillery,

seeing Patrick,

was purely business.

For Antony, too?

Antony doesn't know that
Patrick was his father.

And I have no desire for
him to find out now.

That's my decision to make, not yours.

He'll be back soon.

So I must insist that you stop
asking questions about it.

CAR DOORS CLOSE

The police were here?
Mum, what's going on?

Nothing. They just had a
few questions, that's all.

Nothing to worry about.

So any particular
reason we're eating out,

or you just fancy a change?

I'm just doing what you said,
visiting places my mum went.

THIS is where your mum ate?

Where did you think we were going?

It was a good idea of yours, this.

I'm glad we came.

Thank you.

Erm, we'll order now.

Right. Oh!

Yeah, I will have the
Creole shrimp salad

and a Coke, please, plenty of ice.

Right. And you?

I haven't even...

You know what?

I'll have what he's having.
Thanks.

Oh, and we're on the clock,

so if you could ask the chef to,
er, get a wriggle on,

that'd be greatly appreciated.

Nice place, this, isn't it?

Yeah.

It is.

Maybe you could talk
to some of the staff,

see if they knew your mother.

Or I could, if you prefer.
What do you think?

I think Janelle Dulice isn't
giving us the full story.

My gut is saying it's
something to do with

what happened 18 years ago.

What is it?

So now you're here, you just
want to talk about the case?

What else is there to talk about?

Francesca!

Would you like another?

Went down a bit too easily, that one.

Maybe you just needed it.

Maybe. I'm, erm...

I'm not really feeling
myself at the moment.

I'm not surprised,

after everything that's happened.

It's all right.

Tell me.

There's, erm, there's something I know

that I should probably tell the police.

But it feels wrong if I do, and...

..and it feels wrong if I don't,

so I have no idea which way to turn...

..or what to do.

Then I think I do.

Let me make a call. Hmm?

I can't believe I've
never been here before.

This food is so good.

I can see why it was
your mother's favourite.

Yeah, it's really tasty.

HE SLURPS

Well!

Are you finished already?

I...
NAOMI LAUGHS

If I wanted to see the station duty logs

between, say, June and September



where would they be?

In the archive. Darlene
would have to get it. Why?

I've got a hunch about something.

I'm going to pay.

I'll see you back at the car.

Officer Curtis?

You might want to box that up to go.

Check!

All right, Officer Curtis, that's great.

I'll see you back at the
station in a bit. Thanks.

What's the matter with you?

You are.

You're always in such a rush,

never pausing or taking a moment.

Something tells me we're
not talking about the case.

No, sir, we're not.

We're talking about you

and how annoying you can be. Oh, great.

Fun times.

This was supposed to be a
nice thing for you to do,

not a quick working lunch kind of thing.

And if you'd just taken a moment,

you'd have seen there's a board inside

with photos of customers on it.

And there's one of your mother.

Sir...

..there's so much you're going to miss

if you don't just slow down.

I know.

I know!

It's just...

It's just my default, isn't it?

I speed through things.

I understand.

And I apologise

if I was being a bit... you know.

Narky?

Says the king of narky.

King?

I... understand you are torn.

And...

..I don't want you to
feel pressured in any way.

It's just it feels like a betrayal,

telling you what I know, and...

..it's not my secret to share.

That feels like quite a
weight you're carrying.

It can't be easy.

And it's been for so long.

Well, then, perhaps...

..let someone else help
carry the weight with you.

It's about Janelle Dulice.

SEB: Oh, this is the coolest thing ever!

Sir!

Your detective brain
skills are seriously mad.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Not in those exact words.

Ah, you found the duty log. Mm-hm.

Here it is. Janelle Dulice IS in there.

She entered the police station,

claiming that she
wanted to report a crime

on the morning of

the 23rd of August, 2007.

That's the day after she
left the distillery.

Sergeant Lilly Thomson
was the officer on duty.

She started taking her statement,

but Janelle changed her mind

and walked out.

So what crime was she going to report?

SELWYN: I can answer that.

Commissioner!

I've just been talking
with Francesca Bower.

It seems she knows
what led Janelle Dulice

to leave her job at the
distillery 18 years ago.

It was Patrick, wasn't it?

Wait. What are you saying?

The evening of the 22nd of August, 2007,

Francesca Bower was leaving for the day,

when she came across Janelle

running through the
grounds of the distillery.

She was distressed.

In shock.

Crying.

What had happened between
her and Patrick...

He r*ped her.

Didn't he?

In light of that,
we NEED to speak to Janelle.

But we need to be sensitive.

So, DS Thomas, Officer Curtis,

I think you should
conduct the interview.

Miss Dulice, we appreciate you
coming in to talk with us.

Francesca spoke with you, didn't she?

That's what this is about?

Yes.

That night,

August 22nd, 2007...

..I was working late.

I was in the storage room,
about to leave,

when Patrick appeared.

Said he wanted a drink.

I felt I couldn't say no,
him being the boss's son.

And, erm,

what happened then?

He started ranting about his father.

They'd had a big bust-up that night.

Do you know what it was about?

There'd been a fire the week
before that Patrick had caused.

Burned down one of the outbuildings.

Patrick had been messing about.

They were about to start rebuilding,

and Mr Ambrose Senior was furious

about how much it was going to cost.

Patrick got it off his chest...

..and I said I had to go.

But I could tell he didn't want me to.

Then he went to kiss me.

I pulled away from him
and tried to leave,

saying I really needed to go now.

He grabbed me...

..forced me to the ground...

..and he...

We're so sorry, Janelle.

When I heard Patrick
was back on the island

and putting the distillery up for sale,

I knew straight away I had to buy it,

so I could erase every memory
of what happened there.

How?

By knocking it all down,

turning it into something else,

build it into a new business.

Make it mine.

Even if that meant coming face-to-face

with Patrick Ambrose?

Oh, I wanted to see him...

..to look him in his eyes the
way I couldn't 18 years ago...

..because I'm stronger now.

And how was it when you did?

It was strange.

He seemed a different man to how he was.

All the bravado had gone out of him.

He was guarded, quiet...

..like he was hiding
something from the world.

The truth, maybe, of what he did to you?

You both need to know...

..even though I spent

most of my life feeling
hatred for that man...

..I did NOT m*rder him...

..because that would mean
I was no better than him.

And I am.

I am so much better than him.

Thank you, Miss Bordey.

SELWYN: Yes, DS Thomas.

How did you get on with Miss Dulice?

Selwyn was so good this afternoon,

calming Francesca down, reassuring her.

It's not right he won't be there

to do that any more.
Yeah.

I've been thinking.

You know what my favourite
TV show was as a little boy?

No...

The Jungle Squad.
Every Saturday morning,



until one day, out of the blue,

they got rid of my favourite character,

Maurice the Mongoose.

But when this happened,

loads of schoolkids got together

and organised a petition

to get Maurice the Mongoose reinstated.

Ah!

Inspector, they've just finished

interviewing Janelle Dulice,

so we can head back to the station now.

Inspector...

..is something bothering you?

From the start, we've been
working on the assumption

that Patrick Ambrose was the victim,

one of our suspects had
to be the perpetrator.

But in some ways,
the opposite can also be true,

because now we know Janelle was a victim

and Patrick was the perpetrator...

..which makes me wonder,

why would a perpetrator want to phone

a police detective?

And do you know the answer?

No.

But now we're asking the right question,

we can start looking

at this piece of evidence
in a new light and give it

the attention it deserves.

Officer Curtis, let me know

how you get on with
those prints, please.

Yes, sir.

SEB: Is there anything
I can do, Inspector?

Maybe don't speak.

Just ignore him, Seb.

What is this?

It's the victim's study.

His desk,

his minibar,

etc, etc.

Why have we got these?
Just in case.

What exactly are you looking for, sir?

I don't know.

But now we're looking at the
victim in a different light,

we need to do the same
for the crime scene.

So, erm...

..victim becomes perpetrator.

Same rules apply.
If you flip it on its head...

..what have we got? Erm...

OK.

So...

..poisoned,

poisoned,

NOT poisoned.

Wait a minute.

Maybe that's it.

The bottle of rum was
contaminated with methanol.

The poison got diluted
when the ice melted?

But if that's the case, how?

You took these photos just in case?

Yes, sir.

Well, that's, er...

That's good work, Officer Rose.

I think they might have
just solved the crime.

Inspector?

We've got a match, but it's
two different sets of prints.

Whose are they?

Well, one of the sets of prints belongs

to one of our suspects,
but the other one...

It's odd, it's matched with someone

not even connected to the case,
a guy called...

..Samson Lay.

Who's Samson Lay?

Well, he was arrested in Guadeloupe

for a bank robbery back in 2007.

He later absconded,

and there's still an outstanding warrant

for his arrest.

So what's he got to do

with Patrick Ambrose being m*rder*d?

Everything.

There'd been a fire the week
before that Patrick had caused.

Burned down one of the outbuildings.

Patrick had a falling-out
with his father.

At first, Daddy kept putting
money into his account,

his monthly allowance.

He was guarded...

..quiet...

..like he was hiding
something from the world.

You said the other set of fingerprints

was from one of our suspects?

Yes.

Well, who is it?

Miss Ambrose?

I have a question for you.

Do you recognise this?

It's my phone number. I...

I... I tell you what.

While you're trying to
formulate your answer,

I want you to know

that we found your fingerprints on this,

so we know you definitely touched it.

And there are tests that can be done

to confirm whether this is
your handwriting or not.

So I'll ask you again.

Do you recognise this?

Yes.

OK.

Next question. Why did
you write my number down?

Because I think it's because,
a few days ago,

you were thinking of phoning
me to report a crime.

We've just checked the body
currently lying at the mortuary

and have confirmed it's not
your brother, Patrick Ambrose,

but a man called Samson Lay.

You wanted to inform me

that the man who returned home
for the first time since 2007

was an impostor

who had spent the last 18 years
pretending to be your brother.

Am I right?

What's going on?! The thing is, Cora,

now we know that the man who
was m*rder*d here two days ago

wasn't in fact your brother,
it does beg the question...

..where is Patrick Ambrose?

Well, I... I don't know! No?

You see, I don't believe Patrick left

this distillery 18 years ago.

I think he's still here.

Underneath this building.

And I think it was you that k*lled him.

No, that's... I didn't!

You didn't? Uh-uh.

Because you see those
people who just came in?

They've got all the kit
needed to determine

if there is, in fact,
a body lying underneath this building.

And once they do,
they'll bring in a dig team.

The night of the 22nd
of August, 2007 was

the last time Patrick was seen,
here at this distillery.

Tell us what happened, Cora.

We know another crime was
committed that night,

by Patrick.

We know what he did to Janelle.

Is it connected to that?

Cora? It's game over.

Just tell us.

I saw them.

Janelle was in such a state.

Patrick...

He attacked me.

And I realised what
Patrick had done to her.

And I felt SO angry.

Patrick, what have you done?!

And he just smiled.

Answer me!

I grabbed the nearest thing at hand,
a bottle of rum...

..and I hit him. Hard.

He fell,

banged his head on the floor,
and he never got up.

This outbuilding was being rebuilt

after the fire your brother started.

I assume you moved the body in here

and left it to the builders,
albeit unwittingly,

to bury him for you.

After that, all you had
to do was convince Daddy

that Patrick had run away.

I filled a suitcase with his clothes,

his passport and wallet,
and I threw it in the sea.

And when you heard, not long after,

that Patrick was drawing
money from his account,

you realised that somebody
found his suitcase

and had taken his identity.

I couldn't believe it

when this man pretending
to be Patrick turned up.

No-one realised, apart from me.

Well, why would they, right?

I mean, I've seen photos
of both Patrick and Samson

from 18 years ago,
and they do kind of look similar.

It was brazen of the guy,

that's for sure.
But after doing some quick tests,

it's clear that Samson Lay
was living hand-to-mouth.

So the chance of

selling this distillery and
making millions of dollars

was a massive risk

but a risk worth taking...

..which brings us full
circle to his m*rder

and why you k*lled him.

Janelle Dulice admitted to us
this afternoon her plans to...

..redevelop this distillery.

We think you caught wind of that,

and if the sale of the
distillery went ahead,

Patrick's body would be discovered.

That's why you had to
stop it from happening.

And that's why you wrote my number down.

You were considering reporting
Samson as an impostor.

But Samson cottoned on to what
you were doing, didn't he?

If you phone the police
and tell them who I am,

then I'm just going to tell
them what YOU did to Patrick.

He worked it all out.

Which left you no choice other
than to k*ll Samson Lay.

All of which brings us to the
final unanswered question

in this whole affair.

How did you do it?

Like this bottle of rum,

the one that was opened two nights ago

by Samson Lay, your second victim,

did not in fact contain any methanol.

So how did all four
of you ingest methanol

if it wasn't in the bottle
of rum you drank from?

Let's start with

the nonlethal dose you
administered to yourself,

Janelle and Antony.

Just enough to make you all ill.

Well, the ice

answers that question.

You laced the ice with methanol,

and when you made the
three poisoned pieces,

you put them on top

of the normal ones Francesca
had already put out.

So when she went to serve the ice

for the first round of drinks,

she naturally took the ones at the top.

We assume, having spent

the last month with Samson in the house,

you must have noticed
he drank his rum neat,

with no ice.

Samson then poured the non-poisoned rum

into each glass,

causing the methanol-laced
ice to slowly begin melting,

administering the tiniest amount

into yours, Janelle's
and Antony's drinks.

Now, at this point, Samson is
sipping from a glass of rum

that hasn't been poisoned.

So how and when did he
ingest the lethal dose?

Well, I believe he'd already consumed it

shortly before Janelle
arrived to sign the contract.

Quite the soft drinks fiend,
was our Mr Lay.

When I spoke with young Antony Dulice,

who was the first to
arrive that evening,

he recalls seeing "Patrick"

finishing a can of
soda when he got there.

ANTONY: Afternoon.

I'm Antony, Janelle's assistant.

So, let's take a look, shall we?

Bingo.

We'll get this to the lab,

but I'm in no doubt there'll be
traces of methanol in this can.

Just before Antony and Janelle arrived,

while Patrick was distracted,

you spiked the can of
soda with methanol.

They're arriving. It's time.

Which leaves one final task -

getting the poison
into the bottle of rum.

Some sort of distraction.
Suffice to say,

when no-one was looking, in it went.

Second round? Yes, please.

Once everyone had
finished the first round,

you suggested another.

Francesca refreshed the glasses,

unwittingly disposing
of the poisoned ice.

And then you poured Samson,
and only Samson,

a second shot,

so that his glass now contained
traces of methanol...

Are you all right, Patrick?

..leading us to assume

that the first shot must
have been poisoned as well,

just like the other three were,

because they were all poured

from the seemingly poisoned bottled.

But it was this that really k*lled him.

It was clever. Really clever.

And you would have had us all fooled...

..if it wasn't for this.

I'm sorry about Samson Lay.

I don't think he was a good man,

but he didn't deserve to die.

But my brother did.

And I'm not sorry for what I did to him.

Cora Ambrose...

..you are under arrest for
the m*rder of Samson Lay.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you fail to mention...

The petition says,
"Save Commissioner Patterson."

Good.

Hello, Selwyn. Check your inbox.

Excuse me?

Oh! Thank you. No problem.

To you, Dorna.

Mum.

ALL: Cheers!

MUSIC: Dusty Roads by John Holt

♪ Dusty roads are calling

♪ Golden leaves are falling

♪ I must go away soon

♪ At the sight of dawn

♪ Everyone go chasing

♪ Better times and better places... ♪

HORN BLOWS LOUDLY

This talented young
woman is shot and k*lled

at a football match, and no-one,

including ourselves,
saw or heard a thing.

DARLENE: Each of these
suspects were on the pitch

at the time of the m*rder.

So how could any one
of them have shot Ines?

Your petition passed the 10,000 mark.

Look, I don't suppose
you would like a drink

this evening?
I would like that.

SEB: There she is.

Stop her.

Grace! Wait!

I'm sorry, I should have
told you this before.