The camera pulls wide.
The two skeletons lie close together, as though they slipped quietly to the floor beneath the mural. To lie—die—under the wings and watchful eyes of Nemesis—the goddess of justice.
INT. Triton Research Vessel—Santorini Caldera 2025
Helen Harrington reaches for her husband’s hand. Their eyes meet.
“They’re there,” she whispers. “We found them.”
He nods. Voice low, he says, “She took him down. She lured him onto that ship, then down to that mural—and ended his life. And then her own.”
“She finally stopped him, Patrick. She finally escaped his control.” Helen’s voice hitches. She swallows. “She completed her Death List.”
“Rest in peace, Lilli,” he whispers.
It’s Criminal:
The Mystery of theBlack Orchid
A Trinity Scott & Gio Rossi True Crime Production
Trinity Scott Interview With Helen Harrington And Patrick McGregor—Santorini 2025
Trinity:
“You have chosen this venue—this medium,It’s Criminal—to tell your story to the world. To reveal that you, Poppy Buchanan, are in factHelen Harrington, the adopted child of Catherine Montague and James Harrington, and the abandoned biological daughter of Aline-Claire Lavoie and Vincent Kapoor—two infamous serial killers responsible for a series of murders, poisonings, robberies, and frauds across Thailand, India, Nepal, and elsewhere in the 1970s.
“This expedition and this television production come with a formidable price tag—plus a team of underwater dive detectives willing to risk theirlives in your search for answers. You also allowed us access to some of the intimate spy cam footage that was given to you. Why has this expedition, this search, this opening up, been so important to you both?”
Helen:
“My biological mother gave me this story—to either keep, or reveal. Above all, she gave me answers that, while incredibly difficult to absorb, have brought me a measure of closure, and peace.
“People talk a lot about ‘closure.’ Some say it’s idealistic, but to me, knowing, finally, where I came from, why I am like I am,whoI am—it’s brought a foundational shift. I’ve been able to release so much buried, confusing pain and unresolved grief.”
She pauses, looks out over the caldera from their patio table on the Santorini cliffs.
“It’s given me freedom. To just be me—Helen, the name I was given at birth. It’s allowed me to drop barriers, to believe I’m worthy. It’s opened me to real, true friendship.”
She glances at Patrick, who watches her intently. She smiles.
“It opened me to love.”
She leans forward.
“Finding their remains—this was the last little missing piece in the puzzle. Dr. Marsh’s posthumous book finally brought many families around the world some measure of closure. But there always lingered this element of mythical lore about ‘the Naga’—thathe’d slithered away and escaped again, that he was still out there conning unsuspecting souls.
“This ends that myth completely.”
Trinity:
“As Lillith wrote in her Death List—endit.”
Helen:
“Yes. She gave me my truth. I give the world that truth now—the full story, with a proper end.
“I have nothing left to hide. Ever again. The liberation of that ...”
