Death In Paradise (2011) s06e05 Episode Script
Man Overboard, Part 1
1 Everything all right, Chief? Well, it's just this final section here, Dwayne.
"Weaknesses and areas for improvement.
" What about it? Well, it appears you've left it blank.
Mm-hm.
Did you, er forget to fill it in? No.
I did try, Chief.
I really racked my brains.
But I just couldn't think of anything.
I see.
Oh, well, then, I suppose all we can do is take the fact that it seems that you are entirely without fault as a positive? I should say so, Chief.
OK.
Good! Well, thank you, Dwayne.
That concludes your annual appraisal.
- Thank you, Chief.
- Yes.
JP, you're up first thing tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
Why are we having to do appraisals all of a sudden? A directive from on high, Florence.
The Commissioner's office, no less.
Now, I'm sure he has good reason.
Well, I reckon that's it for today.
We've all got homes to go to, as they say.
- Night, sir.
- Night, Florence.
- Night, sir.
- JP.
- Night, Chief.
- Dwayne.
- Oh, good evening, Humphrey.
- Evening, Catherine.
Any chance of a table for one? Oh, there's one over there.
Thank you.
Come on, we should go, we should go.
Thank you, thank you Bye.
Thank you so much.
I'll be ten minutes.
No more.
Promise.
How was the food? Delicious.
Thank you.
Oh you and Martha.
Erm Yes.
You miss her, don't you? Quite a lot, actually.
You can't convince her to come back? I think I sort of missed my moment, Catherine.
If you love someone, you should tell them.
Throw yourself at their feet and declare it to the world.
Beg, if that's what it takes.
That's very French of you, Catherine.
And so English of you not to.
Perhaps.
I've made my bed, and I'll lie in it.
Alone.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
Tom, please.
I'm I'm really worried about you.
I Just call me when you get this, OK? Is everything all right? Sorry, erm I heard you on your phone.
You sounded worried.
Are you OK? Well it's it's my partner, Tom.
He's Well, he's supposed to be here, on our boat, and the boat's gone and he's not answering his phone, so OK, look.
I'm a police officer, so let's try and get hold of the harbour master, see if he can make contact, OK? Look, it's starting to rain.
Come on.
There's been no response from Mr Lewis all night, neither by phone nor radio.
Now, the harbour master's got a fix on the missing boat.
But we've been waiting for the storm to pass to be able to get out there.
JP, would you mind staying here and waiting with Miss Boyd? - Sure.
- All right.
Let's go find out what happened.
Hello! Honore Police! Anyone on board? POLICE! Sir! He's dead.
Chief? No sign of anyone below.
Oh.
He must have been out in the storm when the boom dropped.
Hit him on the head.
He and his partner charter the boat out to tourists, so he's an experienced sailor.
Then why would he take a boat out in such bad weather? Good question, Dwayne.
His partner said he left her at Catherine's Bar to secure the boat in preparation for the storm.
That was about ten o'clock.
After an hour, he hadn't returned, so she came to find him.
Both he and the boat were gone.
Something the matter, sir? Why is the blood from his wound dry? Er sorry, Chief, I don't understand.
Well, imagine it, Dwayne.
Our victim is on deck.
The weather's at its worst.
The boom drops, hits him on the head -- bang! His body lies here lifeless for the rest of the night as the storm rages on.
You'd expect the rain to wash any blood away, wouldn't you? But look -- it hasn't.
See? So you think he received the injury somewhere else? Somewhere it was dry.
And his body was moved out here after it had stopped raining, - to make it look like an accident? - Mm-hm.
So he was murdered? Yes, I think he may have been, Dwayne, yes.
Then if that's the case, where did the killer go? Well, they must have had access to another boat and sailed off once the deed was done.
We could check the radar.
It should have the boat's movements from last night.
Yes.
Yes, good.
Here's the computer.
No sign of any disturbance.
Dwayne, check the other cabins, would you? Yes, Chief.
We're in luck, sir.
- The radar's been active since yesterday morning.
- Excellent.
What's that? Not sure.
A badge or button? There's a flower logo on it, maybe a tulip.
- Sir? - Mm-hm? This is the radar log of the boat's movements the last 24 hours.
I've tracked through from ten o'clock last night.
When he left Catherine's Bar.
And it seems the boat left harbour at 10:42, came straight out to this position and hasn't moved since.
No other vessels are seen in the vicinity of this one, until we arrived at 7:30 this morning.
Here - This is us arriving.
- You're sure? No other boats came near this one all night? Positive, sir.
Chief? I checked all the rooms and everything looks shipshape to me.
Er yes, thank you.
Thank you, Dwayne.
So if it was murder, how on earth did the killer escape? Could they have swum back? I doubt it -- we're five miles out and the sea was pretty rough last night.
Well, then Where did they go? Miss Boyd? Where's Tom? Where is he? I'm so sorry.
I am so sorry JP Florence, if Please contact the paramedics, tell them we're releasing the body.
Dwayne's on his way back with Mr Lewis' boat.
When he returns, I want it searched from top to bottom and everything logged and photographed.
- Yes, sir.
- When you've done that, I'd like you going door-to-door.
Or boat-to-boat, rather.
See if you can find anyone who was present at the harbour at 10:42, when the boat left.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
Sophie, I'm so sorry.
It's just awful.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
I-I'm Hema.
This is Rachel, Lucy.
Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.
DS Florence Cassell.
We should go inside.
They need to talk to us.
Here you are.
I-I'm so sorry we have to do this, Miss Boyd, so soon after I understand.
I want to help.
Thank you.
Er so, just to be clear -- you've all been out with Mr Lewis and Miss Boyd on their boat the last few days? Yes, we chartered it for the week.
Hema, Lucy and I, we're celebrating our 40th birthdays.
We thought we'd do something special.
You know, leave the husband and kids at home.
Celebrate in style.
Sophie said that you think that Tom was murdered.
Is that right? Yes, we do, I'm sorry to say.
Sophie, can you think who might have done this? Did Tom have any enemies? Anyone he'd fallen out with? No.
That's not what Tom was like.
Yeah, yeah, he was He was just lovely.
So who did he know here, on Saint Marie? No-one.
No-one at all? We're based on Antigua, we hardly ever come here.
It was us who asked to go to Saint Marie.
I see.
So the only people Tom had contact with during his short period on the island was the four of you? That's right.
Er could you talk me through your movements last night? You were all at Catherine's Bar.
It was their last night with us, so we all had a drink together.
Yeah, we we left round eight, I think.
And then we all came back here for the night.
You didn't go out again? No -- we'd had a big day.
So we just headed straight up to our rooms.
Right -- I don't suppose there is someone who can vouch that that was the case? Sorry -- you're asking us if we have alibis? Yes, I'm afraid I have to.
We were all alone in our rooms, I'm not sure how we can prove that.
So how had things been between you this last week? You all got on? It was their holiday, of course we did.
I'm sorry.
You can't seriously think that one of us killed Tom? We've only known him five days.
It's like the Inspector said.
We have to ask the question.
Well, then let me answer it for you.
We all got on great.
Tom was nothing but friendly and charming.
I can't think of a single reason why anyone, let alone us, would want to kill him.
Yes.
Just one last question.
We found, er this on the boat.
Below deck.
I think it's a button or something.
Do any of you recognise it? No, I've never seen it before.
No.
OK.
Well, we'll leave it there for now.
Oh, and, er .
.
should any of you remember anything else, anything at all, this is the address of our station.
Please do feel free to drop by.
- Lucy was very quiet.
- Yes, she was.
Do you think she's hiding something? I think she didn't want to speak in front of the others -- let's see if she comes down to the station.
OK, thank you, thank you very much.
Who were those people you were talking to? Just some tourists who'd chartered the boat to go fishing with Mr Lewis this afternoon.
Anything on your side? Come and take a look.
Blood.
I think you're right about Mr Lewis being killed below deck and then brought up top, you know, Chief.
We found significant traces of blood on the steps leading up from the cabin.
Yes -- whoever did it must have cleaned up after they moved the body or tried to.
- Excellent news.
Well done, Dwayne.
- I'm going to get the samples we took to the lab, see if they match our victim's blood.
How did you get on asking round the harbour? Anyone able to shed any light on last night's events? Not really, sir.
But it was fairly quiet.
A lot of the fishermen are still out at sea.
But I thought Dwayne and I could go back first thing tomorrow and speak to them before they head out for the morning catch.
Yes, good idea.
Right So, let's have a look at what we've got so far.
Our victim -- Tom Lewis.
50 years old.
Co-owner of a boat charter business.
By all accounts, a friendly and likeable man.
And, most importantly, an infrequent visitor to this fair isle.
Which means, as far as we're aware, the only people he knew on Saint Marie were these three women here and his partner, Sophie Boyd.
Originally from Cornwall.
Left school when she was 18.
Appears to have spent a lot of her life travelling.
I checked with the UK passport office and she's rarely been back to England.
Miss Boyd and Mr Lewis started their boat charter business seven years ago.
And if Miss Boyd is to be believed, she had a strong and loving relationship with Mr Lewis.
Which is confirmed by our three possible suspects.
Rachel Baldwin.
Hema Patel.
Lucy Chapman.
Now, they'd chartered the boat for a week to visit some of the smaller islands.
What have you got on them, Florence? All from Redhill in Surrey in the UK.
All married.
All have kids.
And that's about it.
But I'll keep digging.
Very good.
So, the facts.
Now, the victim was last seen at ten o'clock yesterday evening.
Now, he claims that he was going to go and secure his boat in preparation for the impending storm.
However, we believe on returning to his boat he was murdered.
The killer then sailed out into said storm at 10:42 and staged the scene to make it look like an accident.
Until the postmortem comes back, we can't be sure of exact time of death.
Now, as Sophie Boyd was at Catherine's Bar when Tom headed to his boat 'then here with me at the station for the rest of the night' I'm trying to locate the boat '.
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we can, I think,' fairly rule her out as a suspect.
Which leaves our three birthday girls.
Now, they all claim they were in their hotel bedrooms when the victim was murdered.
But as no-one can confirm this, that doesn't mean that one of them didn't return to the harbour to lie in wait for Tom to arrive.
Now, the only problem being, if one of them did kill Mr Lewis, take his boat out into the storm, stage it to look like an accident, how the devil did they make it the five miles back to shore? The answer, I fear, will not be presenting itself this evening.
So, as it's getting on, I I think we should call it a day, go home and sleep on it.
Oh er, sir? Just to check.
Are you still going to appraise me today? Oh, gosh, I totally forgot about that.
Erm sorry, JP.
Er I think it's best if we park it until we've solved the murder.
You know what? I think Catherine's got a beer with my name on it waiting for me, you know -- anyone else? Yeah, just one quick one.
Why not? Sir, drink at Catherine's Bar? Yes, that sounds, erm Erm, well, actually, erm I think maybe I should go back to the shack tonight.
Yes, another time.
Right, then.
Oh, no, no, baby You don't own me If you think you do You're sadly mistaken I do what I wish and I go where I like I'm free Mm-mm - Morning, Florence.
- Morning, sir.
- Pleasant evening? - Yes.
Yes, it was, actually.
- Dinner a deux at the shack.
- A deux? Well, me and Harry, as it goes.
But it was good to catch up.
It's, er been a while.
So our postmortem is in.
Confirms Tom Lewis died from a severe trauma to the head.
Time of death between 10 and 11 o'clock.
Which corresponds with him leaving Catherine's Bar and his boat leaving harbour 40 minutes later.
Yes, but more importantly, the lab also confirms the blood Dwayne found on the steps leading down to the cabin does indeed belong to our victim.
So you were right.
He was killed in the hold and his body moved on deck later on.
You look like you've been busy.
I'm afraid my evening wasn't quite as romantic as yours.
I spent it going through the victim's financial records.
I don't suppose you came across any mention of a City Met Bank? No.
Why? Well, I started looking on the internet for tulip logos to see if there was one that could match this one, and I came across this It's the same logo.
City Met.
Yes -- it's a high-finance investment bank based in London.
They deal with hedge funds, unit trusts, that sort of thing.
I'm pretty sure there wasn't any mention of it in Mr Lewis' financial records.
Mr Lewis and Miss Boyd shared a joint account with a small Caribbean bank -- they seemed to have been struggling the last few years.
In and out of overdrafts.
See if you can get hold of our suspects' records, as well.
It might have something to do with them.
Yes, sir.
- Sir? - Mm-hm? Hello.
Mrs Chapman.
I wanted to come and talk to you about Tom.
So what do you want to tell us? I know everyone was saying yesterday what a great guy Tom was.
And I-I'm not not saying that he wasn't.
- He was charming and friendly.
- But? There was something going on with him, I'm sure of it.
- What do you mean? - There were odd moments when I sensed that Tom didn't want us around.
Didn't like us being there.
OK.
Erm Anything else? Two days ago, we were all going out for the evening -- Sophie as well -- but Tom said that he wanted to stay and do some work on the boat.
I realised that I'd left my purse on the boat, so 'I thought I'd pop back.
'I saw Tom below deck.
He was counting money.
'There was a bag full of it.
' Cash.
A lot of cash.
Do you know what happened to this bag of money? - Only we never found it.
- No, I never saw it again.
The other thing I think you should know is that it's not true that he didn't know anyone else here on Saint Marie.
Really? Our last day with Tom and Sophie, we'd just pulled into harbour and I was in the galley grabbing some fruit.
Tom was on deck on his phone.
He didn't know I was there and I heard him arranging to meet someone.
Yeah, yeah.
Everything set and ready to go.
I'll see you later on.
Well that's it.
It's not much, I know.
But he was definitely up to something.
We checked Tom's call register on his mobile.
He hadn't called anyone for days.
- A second phone maybe? - If so, we never found it.
Whatever Tom was up to, do you think Sophie was aware of it? No, I don't, I don't think so.
It felt like whatever it was he was up to, he didn't want anyone else knowing.
- So what do you think? - Well, I think there's more to Tom Lewis than we first believed.
So do we speak to Sophie about it? It doesn't sound like she knew what was going on.
Could he really have kept things secret from her? She wouldn't be the first person whose partner had led some sort of double life.
So what do we do? Well, what do we have, Florence, I mean, or rather, what don't we have? Erm a bag of cash that's gone missing.
And a possible second phone we never found.
Oh, and we now also have a new, unknown suspect.
The person Lucy heard Tom arranging to meet the night he was killed.
Exactly.
So who is our mystery suspect? - Oh, we might be able to help you with that, sir.
- What is it? OK, so we've been going around the harbour trying to find any - witnesses from the night of the murder.
- And? JP spoke to a fisherman who was repairing his nets just before the storm hit around 10:20.
He says that he saw Mr Lewis on his boat.
And then saw another man climb aboard a few minutes later.
Now, it was dark so he didn't see his face, but he swears by it.
He definitely saw a man board Mr Lewis' boat.
And then ten minutes or so after that, the boat leaves the harbour.
Which tallies with the time we got from the boat's radar log -- 10:42.
- Yes.
- It must be our killer, Chief.
- Yes.
It certainly would appear so.
But if that is the case, then that would mean that none of these three women here, who until now have been our only suspects .
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murdered Tom Lewis.
Which leaves us asking the question -- who the hell is this man? Sir, this might explain what the little badge you found was doing there.
Maybe our mystery man is connected to City Met Bank in some way.
Sorry.
Did you just say City Met Bank? Why? Does it ring a bell? Yesterday at the harbour, I spoke to four men.
They were businessmen here for the week, entertaining a client.
They briefly met with Mr Lewis at Catherine's Bar the night before.
And they had made a booking for him to take them out fishing on his boat the next day.
They were staying at the Rayon Vert Hotel.
That's one of their business cards.
Frank Henderson.
Head of Acquisitions.
City Met Bank.
But you said this conversation with Tom Lewis happened at Catherine's Bar.
- They didn't actually go on his boat? - No.
I mean, as I said, it was a two-minute conversation they had with Mr Lewis.
No more than that.
That's why I never mentioned it.
Well, then how did this end up on his boat? Let's get over to the Rayon Vert Hotel.
Florence, get Sophie Boyd on the phone and see what she knows about these four businessmen.
Sophie says Tom only met two of the four men in Catherine's Bar that night.
And she has no idea what one of their company badges was - doing on Tom's boat.
- OK.
- Bit of a problem, Chief.
- Oh.
This is the four men's hotel.
- But they all checked out this morning.
- What?! They got the first flight back to London at 6am.
Well, did you manage to get any of their details? Names, home addresses, phone numbers.
Good.
Right.
Good.
But that's not much use to us if they're all in England.
- Is it, sir? - No, Florence.
No, it is not.
I see.
Yes, sir.
No, no, no, of course, sir.
No, it makes perfect sense.
Yeah, thank you, sir.
Sir? The Commissioner says we're to hand the case over to the - Met Police in London.
- Do what? - Protocol.
- But it's our murder inquiry, sir.
- Yes, I know, JP.
But our suspects are UK residents and they're now back on UK soil, which I need hardly tell you isn't within our jurisdiction.
So, the police in London will assign a case officer and we're to get our physical evidence over to them.
You'd better start scanning all your notes so we can e-mail them over.
Man! - Inspector.
- Oh, er, Commissioner.
Morning.
You sounded very disappointed yesterday about your case going to the Met.
Well, yes, sir, yes, I was.
They're our suspects.
Although, of course, in fairness, we didn't know they were suspects at the time or I wouldn't let them leave.
Indeed.
And after our phone call, I've been giving it some thought.
- Oh? - I think, giving it due consideration, that simply passing the case on reflects badly on our police force.
And on the island as a whole, as though we can't cope.
Well, yes, there is that, sir.
You'll be pleased to hear I've spoken to the Governor, - who has spoken to the Home Office.
- Yes? We can send a small team from Saint Marie to the UK to work on the case in conjunction with the Metropolitan Police.
They've agreed for you and your team to question the suspects - under the supervision of one of their officers.
- Well done, sir.
You are to liaise with a Detective Inspector Jack Mooney when you arrive.
There's a flight leaving for London Heathrow at two o'clock this afternoon.
I've approved the cost of you and two other officers.
I suggest you start packing.
- Yes, sir.
Yes.
Erm, and thank you.
- Show them how it's done, Inspector.
I'll do my very best, sir.
London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared and battle come down London calling to the underworld And you'll take our luggage to the hotel? Is it always this cold, Chief? This isn't cold, Dwayne.
- Is it good to be back, sir? - You know what, Florence? Yes.
What's that smell? Ah, yes.
Drains.
You'll get used to it.
Why is it so noisy? That'll be the traffic, Dwayne.
And the builders.
Oh, and the overground, as well.
Again, you'll get used to it.
I don't think I will, you know, Chief.
Right, let's go and see where we're supposed to be.
- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon.
We've been assigned a liaison officer, Detective Inspector Mooney.
- OK, I'll see if I can get him for you.
- Thank you.
Hello? - There is no-one here.
- Well, this is the right room.
Look, Chief, it's our crime scene.
Oh, yes, so it is.
And they've clearly made a start.
Yeah, and these are the witness statements we sent over.
Where is everyone? - These are background checks on our guys.
- Excellent.
Frank Henderson, Dominic Green, Steve Thomas and Martin West.
Jolly good! We should really find our Inspector Mooney, see what other progress he's made.
I've got his number here somewhere.
Yes.
DI Jack Mooney -- 077 - I think I may have found him.
- Huh? You need to turn your volume up.
We can't hear you.
No comprendez.
- I think you'll find it's our volume, Dwayne.
- Oh! - Can you hear me now? - Yes! Er, DI Mooney, I presume? - You must be DI Goodman.
- Yes, I am indeed.
Er, this is Sergeant Cassell and Officer Myers.
Lovely to meet you all.
Welcome.
Likewise.
Only I was perhaps expecting you in the flesh.
Oh, yes, sorry, no, I'm just down the corridor in IT.
Only you asked me if we could set up a video conferencing link so you can talk to your team in Saint Marie.
- Er, yes, yes, I did, yes.
- Well, here it is.
Well, obviously I'm not in the Caribbean, I would've taken my jacket off for a start! No, I'm on my own, you see.
So to test it out, I had to make a call and answer it myself.
Er, well, now that it's working, maybe you should, erm, er, er - Come in there! - Yes! Excellent idea! Oh! Hang on, right Sorry about that.
It's this video conferencing malarkey, it's all new territory to me.
My daughter's been training me.
But it's very much early days, you know.
- DI Goodman.
- Humphrey, please.
And this is Florence and Dwayne.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Jack.
We were just starting to look through the notes.
Oh, yes.
Let me run you through it.
You're wondering what an egg has to do with your case.
Yeah, and a torch.
Nothing at all.
It's my daughter, you see.
She makes me a packed lunch every day, darling girl that she is.
And she knows that I love a boiled egg with a pinch of salt.
- Who doesn't? - Exactly, Humphrey.
The problem is, though, this past week she's been incubating chicken eggs in the airing cupboard, you know, for the little boy who lives next door, he has chickens but no sense of where they come from.
So, well, anyway, on Tuesday last, the long and the short of it is, the egg in my lunch box, it wasn't so much hard boiled as alive and kicking.
Like a tiny velociraptor, it was, with no chance of the salt making things better.
Anyway, if you shine a torch through the egg, you can see what's going on in there.
- A very reasonable explanation, Jack.
- Sorry, I'm still a bit disorganised.
We only got allocated the incident room this morning and I've spent a lot of time since trying to organise a desk and a phone and the video conferencing thing, as you know.
- So where would you like to start? - Well, I think first, - we should see what our four suspects have to say for themselves.
- Right.
- Hi.
- Good afternoon, we're here to see Frank Henderson.
- 15th floor.
Just through there.
- Thank you.
- May I? - Of course.
OK, JP, so, we've got Frank Henderson.
- Frank Henderson.
- 52 years of age.
Head of Acquisitions.
Been at City Met for 25 years.
Single.
No kids.
- Married to the job.
- Got it.
- Dominic Green - Dominic Green.
26.
This is his first job.
He got a double first in mathematics from Imperial College, then went on to Harvard to do an MBA.
- Steve Thomas - Steve Thomas.
- Also 26.
Didn't do too well at school.
Left at 16.
Joined the bank a year later and has never risen above the level of team secretary.
And, finally, we've got Martin West.
Senior Investment Analyst.
Only been here for four years.
Worked in Hong Kong before that.
Came home after he got married.
Recently became a father.
Well, Dwayne, sounds like you've been busy.
I'm not here on holiday, you know, JP.
This is an international investigation.
Thank you for seeing us so promptly.
Didn't sound like we had much choice.
What's this about? We were told it was something to do with the boat captain in Saint Marie? The one who died in a storm.
- Yes, that's right.
- But why do you want to speak to us? Erm, well May I? The fact is, this is now a murder inquiry and we understand you saw Tom Lewis the night he died.
Yeah, he was telling us about his boat.
- Ah! After a spot of fishing, were you? - Yes.
Can't say I blame you, I would've done the same myself if I was out in the Caribbean.
It was me and Dominic that were talking to him, - but it was, what a few minutes? - Yeah.
I asked him if we could use his boat the next day for a fishing trip for a party of five, he said yes and to meet him at the harbour at two o'clock the following day.
And did you see him again after this conversation? No, no, we didn't.
OK, so where were you from, say, 10pm onwards? We'd had a heavy one the night before.
So it was a quick nightcap back at the hotel and then bed.
You said a party of five.
We were closing a deal with a client who lives on Saint Marie.
- He was going to join us.
- Name? Mike Wilson.
We were negotiating terms for a portfolio acquisition.
We were there to wine and dine him, take him fishing, kiss his backside, if that's what it took.
And was it a successful trip? He flies in tomorrow to sign the papers.
Well, that doesn't surprise me at all.
You look like four very persuasive fellas.
You still haven't explained why a five-minute chat with this guy - about hiring his boat is such a big deal.
- It isn't.
But this is.
Do you recognise it? It's your logo, I believe.
Looks like a badge or something.
It's part of a cufflink.
I had a set made for all of us, to commemorate the trip.
Cufflink, I see.
- And you, er, you all have a set of these? - Yes.
- And how many pairs were made? - Just the four.
- Four.
Well, then you should know this was found on the boat where Mr Lewis was murdered.
My uncle used to collect cufflinks, must've had about 100 pairs.
I know on the surface that may not appear to be unusual, until I tell you he only had the one arm.
Yeah.
He lost it in a I'll spare you the details.
I'd love to see yours, your cufflinks.
Are you wearing them now? - No, mine are still at home.
- Still in the box, I think.
No.
It was just a thought.
We'll pop back in tomorrow.
So, if it's no trouble, maybe you can bring them in then.
Well, that put the fox amongst the chickens.
One of them is lying.
One of them was on that boat.
And one of them -- despite what they're saying -- knew Tom Lewis.
Exactly.
Our officer back in Saint Marie is speaking with Mr Lewis' partner.
Maybe she can help us with that one.
OK, look really carefully.
Now, are these the four men who spoke to your partner about hiring the boat for a fishing trip? Yes.
He spoke to these two.
'But it was just for a few minutes.
' - And had you ever seen them before that night? - No.
Did you ever carry any cash on the boat? No.
Well, just a few Eastern Caribbean dollars for provisions.
- But not a large amount? - No, of course not.
All our bookings are made in advance on credit card.
Do you know if your partner had a second mobile phone? I'm sorry, why are you asking me these questions? Miss Boyd, can you answer, please? No, he didn't have another bloody phone, OK? What's all this about? OK.
Since we last spoke to you, we got some new information that your partner was seen with a large amount of cash and making a call from a phone we can't trace.
Now, would either of those things mean anything to you? No.
They wouldn't.
OK, thank you, JP.
Wow, someone's been busy.
It was very easy once I found everything I needed.
But where did you get all this stuff? I had trouble getting a box of pens.
Marjorie in Logistics and Planning.
Her grandfather's from St Lucia, you know? - Well, it's not what you know, Dwayne, it's who you know.
- You know! Anything new? Well, I just heard back from JP.
Now, Sophie Boyd hadn't met any of our guys until that evening.
She knows nothing about the cash or a second mobile phone.
- And does JP think she's telling the truth? - Well, he thinks so.
He's going to start digging deeper into the victim's history, - see what that turns up.
- OK.
Good.
While he's doing that, we should approach it from the other direction.
See if we can find any links from our four bankers back to the Caribbean.
I'll get their phone records up and take a look at their e-mail correspondence.
I'll start looking into their finances.
And get onto immigration.
Very good.
- You have a good team here, Humphrey.
- Yes, yes, I do.
Commissioner.
Carry on, Officer Hooper.
Yes, sir.
- So.
Are you coping all right? - Yes, sir.
I'm just doing further background checks on the deceased, sir.
And how is that going? Yes, er, fine, sir.
I mean I've only just started.
I know I need to go further back.
But I haven't worked out a way to do it.
Well, you may find it's easier to work forwards than back.
- Start with his passport.
- Really? It will not only give you the date but also the place of his birth.
11th of May, 1967.
In Chichester.
Then you have a starting point.
School, first job, driver's licence, voting register, first bank account.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
I don't seem to have had your appraisal back from the Inspector.
Er, er, no, we haven't done it yet, sir.
Then I suggest perhaps I watch how you cope over the coming days, do the appraisal myself on what I see.
How does that sound? Right, everyone, there's not much more we can do today.
It's late, we've all had a long flight, and I, for one, fancy a pint in a good old-fashioned British pub.
Ah.
A man after my own heart, Humphrey.
- Florence? Dwayne? - Of course.
Er, not me, I'm afraid, Chief.
I promised I'd go and look up my Auntie Lilibeth.
Oh, you've family here? Yes, my Auntie Lilibeth and her husband James came here in the '60s.
- I, of course, was just a young boy.
- Of course.
OK.
So Hackerny? - Hackney? - Yes, Hackerney.
- Yes, I think you'll probably need to get the Tube.
- Tube? I'll show you.
Come on.
Thank you, Jack.
Ah, I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this.
Thank you, Jack.
Cheers.
What is that? Well, you did say you'd try what I was having.
Not having one, Jack? No, can't abide the stuff, it's like drinking liquid Marmite.
Told you No! Pork scratchings? What do you want? Oh.
I was looking for Lilibeth Myers.
She's away.
I'm looking after the house until she gets back.
I'm her brother, Nelson.
And you are? Dwayne? Running back to your mummy again, eh, boy? Last time I saw you, hiding behind your mum's skirt, wouldn't even give your old man a hug.
You were screaming at us.
I was terrified.
Now you're all grown up.
And a policeman.
Listen, I didn't even know you was living in London.
- I go where life takes me.
- Hmm, just never back home.
- You judging me, boy? - I'm not a boy any more, old man.
Look at you, all righteous.
You don't know my story.
- And you don't know mine.
- You're right.
When it comes right down to it, there's nothing to say.
Is there? I'll tell Lilibeth you stopped by.
.
.
It fell off but I had it replaced, it's fine.
- He seems nice.
- Yes.
A little odd, though.
Odd's not necessarily a bad thing, Florence.
Talking of which, I wonder how Dwayne's getting along with his family reunion.
If I know Dwayne, it will be quite a party.
- What about you? - What about me? - We're in London.
- And? - And so is Martha.
Ah, yes.
It had crossed my mind.
Hard for it not to, really.
So what do you think you'll do? Go see her? Not quite sure, Florence.
Still working that one out, really.
You know what I'm like when it comes to making a decision.
- Indecisive.
- Exactly.
Good morning, Officer Hooper.
- Oh, good morning, sir.
- Progress? - Ah, yes, sir.
- Good.
- At least, I think so.
- Go on.
So, I've been focusing on the Chichester area -- just like you said.
And birth, medical and driving licence records weren't any use.
You see, the name Tom Lewis is far too common.
But then I decided to do a search on the Chichester newspaper website for any Tom Lewises there.
And what did you find? An article about a Mr Tom Lewis winning a local sailing race.
But how do we know that this particular Tom Lewis is our Tom Lewis? OK, er, come and have a look please sir.
That's him.
And that's interesting because? Because look who was in his crew for the race.
One of our four suspects who denied knowing him.
Frank Henderson.
Sorry.
Drive on.
Thank you.
Morning, all.
Sorry, slept in a little.
You're grand.
We were just having a bit of a recap.
Oh, good.
Er, Dwayne, how'd the visit with your aunt go? Oh, oh, I missed her, Chief.
She was out.
Shame.
But you managed the Tube all right? What? 500 people crammed into a space designed for ten.
I've been to calypso parties that weren't so up close and personal.
Yes, I know what you mean.
JP? What about you? - Me? - Did you go and see Martha? - Ah, no.
Chief! Check your e-mail! Apparently one of our bankers has been lying to us.
What are we looking at here? The photo.
That's Tom Lewis about 20 years ago.
Jeepers, isn't that? Yeah.
That's exactly who it is.
Tom was a friend.
A trader here in the City.
He worked for a rival bank but he was very successful.
We were both into sailing and that's how we got to know each other.
You said you didn't know him.
I know.
That was a mistake, I thought it might complicate things.
Well, you're right about that, Frank.
I mean, what are we to think? It was a mistake, an error of judgment.
OK, let's not dwell on that, we all make mistakes.
But can you answer me this? If Tom, Mr Lewis, was such a huge success here in the City of London, how did he end up selling fishing trips in the Caribbean? I don't know what you mean.
Simple question, Frank.
What happened to turn his life upside down? You know, this lot are a tenacious bunch, they're sure to find out.
All right -- I haven't got anything to hide.
Tom was a brilliant sailor, he really was, but one day, he went out when a storm was forecast.
And he took his son.
His eight-year-old son.
And when the storm hit, it was much bigger than he expected.
And they were both swept overboard.
I mean, his son was swept overboard and Tom dived into the sea to save him, but it was too late.
The poor boy drowned.
He fell apart.
He blamed himself for the kid's death.
He started drinking, getting violent.
Within the year, he'd been sacked from his work, and then one day he was gone.
How do you mean, "gone"? He walked out of his life.
According to his wife, he said he was going out one day and he never came back.
So when did you discover that he was, in fact, on Saint Marie? Well, that's the thing.
I haven't seen Tom for two decades.
And I didn't even know he was on Saint Marie when we were there.
So you're saying that although Mr Lewis was a friend of yours in the past, you want us to believe it was nothing more than a coincidence that you happened to be on the same island and in the process of hiring his boat when he was brutally murdered?! Yes.
I hate coincidences.
So you think he's your man? I think he's the most likely option and the chances are that piece of cufflink belonged to him.
- But? - But if he did kill Tom Lewis, how did he get back to shore? I mean, if we if we could just work out how he did it, then I'd say we've got our man.
Of course, there is one explanation for how he got off the boat and back to the shore.
- Which is? - Maybe he didn't.
- What? Did you ever do cross-country running at school? - Yes, yes, I did.
- Great.
So you know the way you might run the first half-mile, then maybe nip off to a cafe for a bacon and egg sandwich or whatever.
- Yeah.
- Then get the number 7 bus, muddy yourself up a bit then rejoin the lads and run the last half-mile back to school? You mean? When there is no possible way for something to have happened, it probably didn't.
It's a bit like when you lot first arrived.
You-you didn't think I was here, but I kind of was, wasn't I? - You just hadn't seen me.
- You're right.
Which of course would explain how Frank Henderson killed Tom Lewis and then managed to make it the five miles back to shore.
Florence.
Call JP, get him back to the boat, tell him to search it again.
Specifically near where we found the cufflink.
What's he looking for? Somewhere to hide.
The Inspector said the cufflink was on the bed under the framed photo of the victim and Sophie Boyd.
OK.
Why would Tom Lewis have a hiding space on his boat? The Inspector thinks that maybe he was involved in smuggling.
But he was definitely up to something.
And what with the bag of cash that he was seen with - and the second mobile phone - Second phone maybe? If so, we never found it.
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it's very possible it wasn't just a boat charter business .
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he was running.
Sir? So the Inspector was right.
After he killed Tom Lewis, Frank Henderson made his way down here and hid in that compartment.
And stayed there all the time we were searching the boat.
Until it was back in the harbour and safe to make his escape.
That's excellent, JP.
I want you to log everything you've found and send over the images as soon as you can.
Good work.
We've got him.
Great! After you.
Wait! - What's going on? - Thank God you're here.
He's dead! I know one of you is the killer.
It's just a question of working out who.
- Whatever happened to Frank, it had nothing to do with us.
- You're wrong.
Officer Hooper! Commissioner! I wasn't sleeping on the job.
Why's he not told us that? That's very deceitful.
- You're not going anywhere except to our cells.
- I didn't do it! - I don't need this.
- Well, I do.
- Hi, Dad.
- Ah.
- It's something of a puzzler.
- Do you have your man? Hello, Martha.
Humphrey?
"Weaknesses and areas for improvement.
" What about it? Well, it appears you've left it blank.
Mm-hm.
Did you, er forget to fill it in? No.
I did try, Chief.
I really racked my brains.
But I just couldn't think of anything.
I see.
Oh, well, then, I suppose all we can do is take the fact that it seems that you are entirely without fault as a positive? I should say so, Chief.
OK.
Good! Well, thank you, Dwayne.
That concludes your annual appraisal.
- Thank you, Chief.
- Yes.
JP, you're up first thing tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
Why are we having to do appraisals all of a sudden? A directive from on high, Florence.
The Commissioner's office, no less.
Now, I'm sure he has good reason.
Well, I reckon that's it for today.
We've all got homes to go to, as they say.
- Night, sir.
- Night, Florence.
- Night, sir.
- JP.
- Night, Chief.
- Dwayne.
- Oh, good evening, Humphrey.
- Evening, Catherine.
Any chance of a table for one? Oh, there's one over there.
Thank you.
Come on, we should go, we should go.
Thank you, thank you Bye.
Thank you so much.
I'll be ten minutes.
No more.
Promise.
How was the food? Delicious.
Thank you.
Oh you and Martha.
Erm Yes.
You miss her, don't you? Quite a lot, actually.
You can't convince her to come back? I think I sort of missed my moment, Catherine.
If you love someone, you should tell them.
Throw yourself at their feet and declare it to the world.
Beg, if that's what it takes.
That's very French of you, Catherine.
And so English of you not to.
Perhaps.
I've made my bed, and I'll lie in it.
Alone.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
Tom, please.
I'm I'm really worried about you.
I Just call me when you get this, OK? Is everything all right? Sorry, erm I heard you on your phone.
You sounded worried.
Are you OK? Well it's it's my partner, Tom.
He's Well, he's supposed to be here, on our boat, and the boat's gone and he's not answering his phone, so OK, look.
I'm a police officer, so let's try and get hold of the harbour master, see if he can make contact, OK? Look, it's starting to rain.
Come on.
There's been no response from Mr Lewis all night, neither by phone nor radio.
Now, the harbour master's got a fix on the missing boat.
But we've been waiting for the storm to pass to be able to get out there.
JP, would you mind staying here and waiting with Miss Boyd? - Sure.
- All right.
Let's go find out what happened.
Hello! Honore Police! Anyone on board? POLICE! Sir! He's dead.
Chief? No sign of anyone below.
Oh.
He must have been out in the storm when the boom dropped.
Hit him on the head.
He and his partner charter the boat out to tourists, so he's an experienced sailor.
Then why would he take a boat out in such bad weather? Good question, Dwayne.
His partner said he left her at Catherine's Bar to secure the boat in preparation for the storm.
That was about ten o'clock.
After an hour, he hadn't returned, so she came to find him.
Both he and the boat were gone.
Something the matter, sir? Why is the blood from his wound dry? Er sorry, Chief, I don't understand.
Well, imagine it, Dwayne.
Our victim is on deck.
The weather's at its worst.
The boom drops, hits him on the head -- bang! His body lies here lifeless for the rest of the night as the storm rages on.
You'd expect the rain to wash any blood away, wouldn't you? But look -- it hasn't.
See? So you think he received the injury somewhere else? Somewhere it was dry.
And his body was moved out here after it had stopped raining, - to make it look like an accident? - Mm-hm.
So he was murdered? Yes, I think he may have been, Dwayne, yes.
Then if that's the case, where did the killer go? Well, they must have had access to another boat and sailed off once the deed was done.
We could check the radar.
It should have the boat's movements from last night.
Yes.
Yes, good.
Here's the computer.
No sign of any disturbance.
Dwayne, check the other cabins, would you? Yes, Chief.
We're in luck, sir.
- The radar's been active since yesterday morning.
- Excellent.
What's that? Not sure.
A badge or button? There's a flower logo on it, maybe a tulip.
- Sir? - Mm-hm? This is the radar log of the boat's movements the last 24 hours.
I've tracked through from ten o'clock last night.
When he left Catherine's Bar.
And it seems the boat left harbour at 10:42, came straight out to this position and hasn't moved since.
No other vessels are seen in the vicinity of this one, until we arrived at 7:30 this morning.
Here - This is us arriving.
- You're sure? No other boats came near this one all night? Positive, sir.
Chief? I checked all the rooms and everything looks shipshape to me.
Er yes, thank you.
Thank you, Dwayne.
So if it was murder, how on earth did the killer escape? Could they have swum back? I doubt it -- we're five miles out and the sea was pretty rough last night.
Well, then Where did they go? Miss Boyd? Where's Tom? Where is he? I'm so sorry.
I am so sorry JP Florence, if Please contact the paramedics, tell them we're releasing the body.
Dwayne's on his way back with Mr Lewis' boat.
When he returns, I want it searched from top to bottom and everything logged and photographed.
- Yes, sir.
- When you've done that, I'd like you going door-to-door.
Or boat-to-boat, rather.
See if you can find anyone who was present at the harbour at 10:42, when the boat left.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
Sophie, I'm so sorry.
It's just awful.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
I-I'm Hema.
This is Rachel, Lucy.
Detective Inspector Humphrey Goodman.
DS Florence Cassell.
We should go inside.
They need to talk to us.
Here you are.
I-I'm so sorry we have to do this, Miss Boyd, so soon after I understand.
I want to help.
Thank you.
Er so, just to be clear -- you've all been out with Mr Lewis and Miss Boyd on their boat the last few days? Yes, we chartered it for the week.
Hema, Lucy and I, we're celebrating our 40th birthdays.
We thought we'd do something special.
You know, leave the husband and kids at home.
Celebrate in style.
Sophie said that you think that Tom was murdered.
Is that right? Yes, we do, I'm sorry to say.
Sophie, can you think who might have done this? Did Tom have any enemies? Anyone he'd fallen out with? No.
That's not what Tom was like.
Yeah, yeah, he was He was just lovely.
So who did he know here, on Saint Marie? No-one.
No-one at all? We're based on Antigua, we hardly ever come here.
It was us who asked to go to Saint Marie.
I see.
So the only people Tom had contact with during his short period on the island was the four of you? That's right.
Er could you talk me through your movements last night? You were all at Catherine's Bar.
It was their last night with us, so we all had a drink together.
Yeah, we we left round eight, I think.
And then we all came back here for the night.
You didn't go out again? No -- we'd had a big day.
So we just headed straight up to our rooms.
Right -- I don't suppose there is someone who can vouch that that was the case? Sorry -- you're asking us if we have alibis? Yes, I'm afraid I have to.
We were all alone in our rooms, I'm not sure how we can prove that.
So how had things been between you this last week? You all got on? It was their holiday, of course we did.
I'm sorry.
You can't seriously think that one of us killed Tom? We've only known him five days.
It's like the Inspector said.
We have to ask the question.
Well, then let me answer it for you.
We all got on great.
Tom was nothing but friendly and charming.
I can't think of a single reason why anyone, let alone us, would want to kill him.
Yes.
Just one last question.
We found, er this on the boat.
Below deck.
I think it's a button or something.
Do any of you recognise it? No, I've never seen it before.
No.
OK.
Well, we'll leave it there for now.
Oh, and, er .
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should any of you remember anything else, anything at all, this is the address of our station.
Please do feel free to drop by.
- Lucy was very quiet.
- Yes, she was.
Do you think she's hiding something? I think she didn't want to speak in front of the others -- let's see if she comes down to the station.
OK, thank you, thank you very much.
Who were those people you were talking to? Just some tourists who'd chartered the boat to go fishing with Mr Lewis this afternoon.
Anything on your side? Come and take a look.
Blood.
I think you're right about Mr Lewis being killed below deck and then brought up top, you know, Chief.
We found significant traces of blood on the steps leading up from the cabin.
Yes -- whoever did it must have cleaned up after they moved the body or tried to.
- Excellent news.
Well done, Dwayne.
- I'm going to get the samples we took to the lab, see if they match our victim's blood.
How did you get on asking round the harbour? Anyone able to shed any light on last night's events? Not really, sir.
But it was fairly quiet.
A lot of the fishermen are still out at sea.
But I thought Dwayne and I could go back first thing tomorrow and speak to them before they head out for the morning catch.
Yes, good idea.
Right So, let's have a look at what we've got so far.
Our victim -- Tom Lewis.
50 years old.
Co-owner of a boat charter business.
By all accounts, a friendly and likeable man.
And, most importantly, an infrequent visitor to this fair isle.
Which means, as far as we're aware, the only people he knew on Saint Marie were these three women here and his partner, Sophie Boyd.
Originally from Cornwall.
Left school when she was 18.
Appears to have spent a lot of her life travelling.
I checked with the UK passport office and she's rarely been back to England.
Miss Boyd and Mr Lewis started their boat charter business seven years ago.
And if Miss Boyd is to be believed, she had a strong and loving relationship with Mr Lewis.
Which is confirmed by our three possible suspects.
Rachel Baldwin.
Hema Patel.
Lucy Chapman.
Now, they'd chartered the boat for a week to visit some of the smaller islands.
What have you got on them, Florence? All from Redhill in Surrey in the UK.
All married.
All have kids.
And that's about it.
But I'll keep digging.
Very good.
So, the facts.
Now, the victim was last seen at ten o'clock yesterday evening.
Now, he claims that he was going to go and secure his boat in preparation for the impending storm.
However, we believe on returning to his boat he was murdered.
The killer then sailed out into said storm at 10:42 and staged the scene to make it look like an accident.
Until the postmortem comes back, we can't be sure of exact time of death.
Now, as Sophie Boyd was at Catherine's Bar when Tom headed to his boat 'then here with me at the station for the rest of the night' I'm trying to locate the boat '.
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we can, I think,' fairly rule her out as a suspect.
Which leaves our three birthday girls.
Now, they all claim they were in their hotel bedrooms when the victim was murdered.
But as no-one can confirm this, that doesn't mean that one of them didn't return to the harbour to lie in wait for Tom to arrive.
Now, the only problem being, if one of them did kill Mr Lewis, take his boat out into the storm, stage it to look like an accident, how the devil did they make it the five miles back to shore? The answer, I fear, will not be presenting itself this evening.
So, as it's getting on, I I think we should call it a day, go home and sleep on it.
Oh er, sir? Just to check.
Are you still going to appraise me today? Oh, gosh, I totally forgot about that.
Erm sorry, JP.
Er I think it's best if we park it until we've solved the murder.
You know what? I think Catherine's got a beer with my name on it waiting for me, you know -- anyone else? Yeah, just one quick one.
Why not? Sir, drink at Catherine's Bar? Yes, that sounds, erm Erm, well, actually, erm I think maybe I should go back to the shack tonight.
Yes, another time.
Right, then.
Oh, no, no, baby You don't own me If you think you do You're sadly mistaken I do what I wish and I go where I like I'm free Mm-mm - Morning, Florence.
- Morning, sir.
- Pleasant evening? - Yes.
Yes, it was, actually.
- Dinner a deux at the shack.
- A deux? Well, me and Harry, as it goes.
But it was good to catch up.
It's, er been a while.
So our postmortem is in.
Confirms Tom Lewis died from a severe trauma to the head.
Time of death between 10 and 11 o'clock.
Which corresponds with him leaving Catherine's Bar and his boat leaving harbour 40 minutes later.
Yes, but more importantly, the lab also confirms the blood Dwayne found on the steps leading down to the cabin does indeed belong to our victim.
So you were right.
He was killed in the hold and his body moved on deck later on.
You look like you've been busy.
I'm afraid my evening wasn't quite as romantic as yours.
I spent it going through the victim's financial records.
I don't suppose you came across any mention of a City Met Bank? No.
Why? Well, I started looking on the internet for tulip logos to see if there was one that could match this one, and I came across this It's the same logo.
City Met.
Yes -- it's a high-finance investment bank based in London.
They deal with hedge funds, unit trusts, that sort of thing.
I'm pretty sure there wasn't any mention of it in Mr Lewis' financial records.
Mr Lewis and Miss Boyd shared a joint account with a small Caribbean bank -- they seemed to have been struggling the last few years.
In and out of overdrafts.
See if you can get hold of our suspects' records, as well.
It might have something to do with them.
Yes, sir.
- Sir? - Mm-hm? Hello.
Mrs Chapman.
I wanted to come and talk to you about Tom.
So what do you want to tell us? I know everyone was saying yesterday what a great guy Tom was.
And I-I'm not not saying that he wasn't.
- He was charming and friendly.
- But? There was something going on with him, I'm sure of it.
- What do you mean? - There were odd moments when I sensed that Tom didn't want us around.
Didn't like us being there.
OK.
Erm Anything else? Two days ago, we were all going out for the evening -- Sophie as well -- but Tom said that he wanted to stay and do some work on the boat.
I realised that I'd left my purse on the boat, so 'I thought I'd pop back.
'I saw Tom below deck.
He was counting money.
'There was a bag full of it.
' Cash.
A lot of cash.
Do you know what happened to this bag of money? - Only we never found it.
- No, I never saw it again.
The other thing I think you should know is that it's not true that he didn't know anyone else here on Saint Marie.
Really? Our last day with Tom and Sophie, we'd just pulled into harbour and I was in the galley grabbing some fruit.
Tom was on deck on his phone.
He didn't know I was there and I heard him arranging to meet someone.
Yeah, yeah.
Everything set and ready to go.
I'll see you later on.
Well that's it.
It's not much, I know.
But he was definitely up to something.
We checked Tom's call register on his mobile.
He hadn't called anyone for days.
- A second phone maybe? - If so, we never found it.
Whatever Tom was up to, do you think Sophie was aware of it? No, I don't, I don't think so.
It felt like whatever it was he was up to, he didn't want anyone else knowing.
- So what do you think? - Well, I think there's more to Tom Lewis than we first believed.
So do we speak to Sophie about it? It doesn't sound like she knew what was going on.
Could he really have kept things secret from her? She wouldn't be the first person whose partner had led some sort of double life.
So what do we do? Well, what do we have, Florence, I mean, or rather, what don't we have? Erm a bag of cash that's gone missing.
And a possible second phone we never found.
Oh, and we now also have a new, unknown suspect.
The person Lucy heard Tom arranging to meet the night he was killed.
Exactly.
So who is our mystery suspect? - Oh, we might be able to help you with that, sir.
- What is it? OK, so we've been going around the harbour trying to find any - witnesses from the night of the murder.
- And? JP spoke to a fisherman who was repairing his nets just before the storm hit around 10:20.
He says that he saw Mr Lewis on his boat.
And then saw another man climb aboard a few minutes later.
Now, it was dark so he didn't see his face, but he swears by it.
He definitely saw a man board Mr Lewis' boat.
And then ten minutes or so after that, the boat leaves the harbour.
Which tallies with the time we got from the boat's radar log -- 10:42.
- Yes.
- It must be our killer, Chief.
- Yes.
It certainly would appear so.
But if that is the case, then that would mean that none of these three women here, who until now have been our only suspects .
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murdered Tom Lewis.
Which leaves us asking the question -- who the hell is this man? Sir, this might explain what the little badge you found was doing there.
Maybe our mystery man is connected to City Met Bank in some way.
Sorry.
Did you just say City Met Bank? Why? Does it ring a bell? Yesterday at the harbour, I spoke to four men.
They were businessmen here for the week, entertaining a client.
They briefly met with Mr Lewis at Catherine's Bar the night before.
And they had made a booking for him to take them out fishing on his boat the next day.
They were staying at the Rayon Vert Hotel.
That's one of their business cards.
Frank Henderson.
Head of Acquisitions.
City Met Bank.
But you said this conversation with Tom Lewis happened at Catherine's Bar.
- They didn't actually go on his boat? - No.
I mean, as I said, it was a two-minute conversation they had with Mr Lewis.
No more than that.
That's why I never mentioned it.
Well, then how did this end up on his boat? Let's get over to the Rayon Vert Hotel.
Florence, get Sophie Boyd on the phone and see what she knows about these four businessmen.
Sophie says Tom only met two of the four men in Catherine's Bar that night.
And she has no idea what one of their company badges was - doing on Tom's boat.
- OK.
- Bit of a problem, Chief.
- Oh.
This is the four men's hotel.
- But they all checked out this morning.
- What?! They got the first flight back to London at 6am.
Well, did you manage to get any of their details? Names, home addresses, phone numbers.
Good.
Right.
Good.
But that's not much use to us if they're all in England.
- Is it, sir? - No, Florence.
No, it is not.
I see.
Yes, sir.
No, no, no, of course, sir.
No, it makes perfect sense.
Yeah, thank you, sir.
Sir? The Commissioner says we're to hand the case over to the - Met Police in London.
- Do what? - Protocol.
- But it's our murder inquiry, sir.
- Yes, I know, JP.
But our suspects are UK residents and they're now back on UK soil, which I need hardly tell you isn't within our jurisdiction.
So, the police in London will assign a case officer and we're to get our physical evidence over to them.
You'd better start scanning all your notes so we can e-mail them over.
Man! - Inspector.
- Oh, er, Commissioner.
Morning.
You sounded very disappointed yesterday about your case going to the Met.
Well, yes, sir, yes, I was.
They're our suspects.
Although, of course, in fairness, we didn't know they were suspects at the time or I wouldn't let them leave.
Indeed.
And after our phone call, I've been giving it some thought.
- Oh? - I think, giving it due consideration, that simply passing the case on reflects badly on our police force.
And on the island as a whole, as though we can't cope.
Well, yes, there is that, sir.
You'll be pleased to hear I've spoken to the Governor, - who has spoken to the Home Office.
- Yes? We can send a small team from Saint Marie to the UK to work on the case in conjunction with the Metropolitan Police.
They've agreed for you and your team to question the suspects - under the supervision of one of their officers.
- Well done, sir.
You are to liaise with a Detective Inspector Jack Mooney when you arrive.
There's a flight leaving for London Heathrow at two o'clock this afternoon.
I've approved the cost of you and two other officers.
I suggest you start packing.
- Yes, sir.
Yes.
Erm, and thank you.
- Show them how it's done, Inspector.
I'll do my very best, sir.
London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared and battle come down London calling to the underworld And you'll take our luggage to the hotel? Is it always this cold, Chief? This isn't cold, Dwayne.
- Is it good to be back, sir? - You know what, Florence? Yes.
What's that smell? Ah, yes.
Drains.
You'll get used to it.
Why is it so noisy? That'll be the traffic, Dwayne.
And the builders.
Oh, and the overground, as well.
Again, you'll get used to it.
I don't think I will, you know, Chief.
Right, let's go and see where we're supposed to be.
- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon.
We've been assigned a liaison officer, Detective Inspector Mooney.
- OK, I'll see if I can get him for you.
- Thank you.
Hello? - There is no-one here.
- Well, this is the right room.
Look, Chief, it's our crime scene.
Oh, yes, so it is.
And they've clearly made a start.
Yeah, and these are the witness statements we sent over.
Where is everyone? - These are background checks on our guys.
- Excellent.
Frank Henderson, Dominic Green, Steve Thomas and Martin West.
Jolly good! We should really find our Inspector Mooney, see what other progress he's made.
I've got his number here somewhere.
Yes.
DI Jack Mooney -- 077 - I think I may have found him.
- Huh? You need to turn your volume up.
We can't hear you.
No comprendez.
- I think you'll find it's our volume, Dwayne.
- Oh! - Can you hear me now? - Yes! Er, DI Mooney, I presume? - You must be DI Goodman.
- Yes, I am indeed.
Er, this is Sergeant Cassell and Officer Myers.
Lovely to meet you all.
Welcome.
Likewise.
Only I was perhaps expecting you in the flesh.
Oh, yes, sorry, no, I'm just down the corridor in IT.
Only you asked me if we could set up a video conferencing link so you can talk to your team in Saint Marie.
- Er, yes, yes, I did, yes.
- Well, here it is.
Well, obviously I'm not in the Caribbean, I would've taken my jacket off for a start! No, I'm on my own, you see.
So to test it out, I had to make a call and answer it myself.
Er, well, now that it's working, maybe you should, erm, er, er - Come in there! - Yes! Excellent idea! Oh! Hang on, right Sorry about that.
It's this video conferencing malarkey, it's all new territory to me.
My daughter's been training me.
But it's very much early days, you know.
- DI Goodman.
- Humphrey, please.
And this is Florence and Dwayne.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Jack.
We were just starting to look through the notes.
Oh, yes.
Let me run you through it.
You're wondering what an egg has to do with your case.
Yeah, and a torch.
Nothing at all.
It's my daughter, you see.
She makes me a packed lunch every day, darling girl that she is.
And she knows that I love a boiled egg with a pinch of salt.
- Who doesn't? - Exactly, Humphrey.
The problem is, though, this past week she's been incubating chicken eggs in the airing cupboard, you know, for the little boy who lives next door, he has chickens but no sense of where they come from.
So, well, anyway, on Tuesday last, the long and the short of it is, the egg in my lunch box, it wasn't so much hard boiled as alive and kicking.
Like a tiny velociraptor, it was, with no chance of the salt making things better.
Anyway, if you shine a torch through the egg, you can see what's going on in there.
- A very reasonable explanation, Jack.
- Sorry, I'm still a bit disorganised.
We only got allocated the incident room this morning and I've spent a lot of time since trying to organise a desk and a phone and the video conferencing thing, as you know.
- So where would you like to start? - Well, I think first, - we should see what our four suspects have to say for themselves.
- Right.
- Hi.
- Good afternoon, we're here to see Frank Henderson.
- 15th floor.
Just through there.
- Thank you.
- May I? - Of course.
OK, JP, so, we've got Frank Henderson.
- Frank Henderson.
- 52 years of age.
Head of Acquisitions.
Been at City Met for 25 years.
Single.
No kids.
- Married to the job.
- Got it.
- Dominic Green - Dominic Green.
26.
This is his first job.
He got a double first in mathematics from Imperial College, then went on to Harvard to do an MBA.
- Steve Thomas - Steve Thomas.
- Also 26.
Didn't do too well at school.
Left at 16.
Joined the bank a year later and has never risen above the level of team secretary.
And, finally, we've got Martin West.
Senior Investment Analyst.
Only been here for four years.
Worked in Hong Kong before that.
Came home after he got married.
Recently became a father.
Well, Dwayne, sounds like you've been busy.
I'm not here on holiday, you know, JP.
This is an international investigation.
Thank you for seeing us so promptly.
Didn't sound like we had much choice.
What's this about? We were told it was something to do with the boat captain in Saint Marie? The one who died in a storm.
- Yes, that's right.
- But why do you want to speak to us? Erm, well May I? The fact is, this is now a murder inquiry and we understand you saw Tom Lewis the night he died.
Yeah, he was telling us about his boat.
- Ah! After a spot of fishing, were you? - Yes.
Can't say I blame you, I would've done the same myself if I was out in the Caribbean.
It was me and Dominic that were talking to him, - but it was, what a few minutes? - Yeah.
I asked him if we could use his boat the next day for a fishing trip for a party of five, he said yes and to meet him at the harbour at two o'clock the following day.
And did you see him again after this conversation? No, no, we didn't.
OK, so where were you from, say, 10pm onwards? We'd had a heavy one the night before.
So it was a quick nightcap back at the hotel and then bed.
You said a party of five.
We were closing a deal with a client who lives on Saint Marie.
- He was going to join us.
- Name? Mike Wilson.
We were negotiating terms for a portfolio acquisition.
We were there to wine and dine him, take him fishing, kiss his backside, if that's what it took.
And was it a successful trip? He flies in tomorrow to sign the papers.
Well, that doesn't surprise me at all.
You look like four very persuasive fellas.
You still haven't explained why a five-minute chat with this guy - about hiring his boat is such a big deal.
- It isn't.
But this is.
Do you recognise it? It's your logo, I believe.
Looks like a badge or something.
It's part of a cufflink.
I had a set made for all of us, to commemorate the trip.
Cufflink, I see.
- And you, er, you all have a set of these? - Yes.
- And how many pairs were made? - Just the four.
- Four.
Well, then you should know this was found on the boat where Mr Lewis was murdered.
My uncle used to collect cufflinks, must've had about 100 pairs.
I know on the surface that may not appear to be unusual, until I tell you he only had the one arm.
Yeah.
He lost it in a I'll spare you the details.
I'd love to see yours, your cufflinks.
Are you wearing them now? - No, mine are still at home.
- Still in the box, I think.
No.
It was just a thought.
We'll pop back in tomorrow.
So, if it's no trouble, maybe you can bring them in then.
Well, that put the fox amongst the chickens.
One of them is lying.
One of them was on that boat.
And one of them -- despite what they're saying -- knew Tom Lewis.
Exactly.
Our officer back in Saint Marie is speaking with Mr Lewis' partner.
Maybe she can help us with that one.
OK, look really carefully.
Now, are these the four men who spoke to your partner about hiring the boat for a fishing trip? Yes.
He spoke to these two.
'But it was just for a few minutes.
' - And had you ever seen them before that night? - No.
Did you ever carry any cash on the boat? No.
Well, just a few Eastern Caribbean dollars for provisions.
- But not a large amount? - No, of course not.
All our bookings are made in advance on credit card.
Do you know if your partner had a second mobile phone? I'm sorry, why are you asking me these questions? Miss Boyd, can you answer, please? No, he didn't have another bloody phone, OK? What's all this about? OK.
Since we last spoke to you, we got some new information that your partner was seen with a large amount of cash and making a call from a phone we can't trace.
Now, would either of those things mean anything to you? No.
They wouldn't.
OK, thank you, JP.
Wow, someone's been busy.
It was very easy once I found everything I needed.
But where did you get all this stuff? I had trouble getting a box of pens.
Marjorie in Logistics and Planning.
Her grandfather's from St Lucia, you know? - Well, it's not what you know, Dwayne, it's who you know.
- You know! Anything new? Well, I just heard back from JP.
Now, Sophie Boyd hadn't met any of our guys until that evening.
She knows nothing about the cash or a second mobile phone.
- And does JP think she's telling the truth? - Well, he thinks so.
He's going to start digging deeper into the victim's history, - see what that turns up.
- OK.
Good.
While he's doing that, we should approach it from the other direction.
See if we can find any links from our four bankers back to the Caribbean.
I'll get their phone records up and take a look at their e-mail correspondence.
I'll start looking into their finances.
And get onto immigration.
Very good.
- You have a good team here, Humphrey.
- Yes, yes, I do.
Commissioner.
Carry on, Officer Hooper.
Yes, sir.
- So.
Are you coping all right? - Yes, sir.
I'm just doing further background checks on the deceased, sir.
And how is that going? Yes, er, fine, sir.
I mean I've only just started.
I know I need to go further back.
But I haven't worked out a way to do it.
Well, you may find it's easier to work forwards than back.
- Start with his passport.
- Really? It will not only give you the date but also the place of his birth.
11th of May, 1967.
In Chichester.
Then you have a starting point.
School, first job, driver's licence, voting register, first bank account.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
I don't seem to have had your appraisal back from the Inspector.
Er, er, no, we haven't done it yet, sir.
Then I suggest perhaps I watch how you cope over the coming days, do the appraisal myself on what I see.
How does that sound? Right, everyone, there's not much more we can do today.
It's late, we've all had a long flight, and I, for one, fancy a pint in a good old-fashioned British pub.
Ah.
A man after my own heart, Humphrey.
- Florence? Dwayne? - Of course.
Er, not me, I'm afraid, Chief.
I promised I'd go and look up my Auntie Lilibeth.
Oh, you've family here? Yes, my Auntie Lilibeth and her husband James came here in the '60s.
- I, of course, was just a young boy.
- Of course.
OK.
So Hackerny? - Hackney? - Yes, Hackerney.
- Yes, I think you'll probably need to get the Tube.
- Tube? I'll show you.
Come on.
Thank you, Jack.
Ah, I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this.
Thank you, Jack.
Cheers.
What is that? Well, you did say you'd try what I was having.
Not having one, Jack? No, can't abide the stuff, it's like drinking liquid Marmite.
Told you No! Pork scratchings? What do you want? Oh.
I was looking for Lilibeth Myers.
She's away.
I'm looking after the house until she gets back.
I'm her brother, Nelson.
And you are? Dwayne? Running back to your mummy again, eh, boy? Last time I saw you, hiding behind your mum's skirt, wouldn't even give your old man a hug.
You were screaming at us.
I was terrified.
Now you're all grown up.
And a policeman.
Listen, I didn't even know you was living in London.
- I go where life takes me.
- Hmm, just never back home.
- You judging me, boy? - I'm not a boy any more, old man.
Look at you, all righteous.
You don't know my story.
- And you don't know mine.
- You're right.
When it comes right down to it, there's nothing to say.
Is there? I'll tell Lilibeth you stopped by.
.
.
It fell off but I had it replaced, it's fine.
- He seems nice.
- Yes.
A little odd, though.
Odd's not necessarily a bad thing, Florence.
Talking of which, I wonder how Dwayne's getting along with his family reunion.
If I know Dwayne, it will be quite a party.
- What about you? - What about me? - We're in London.
- And? - And so is Martha.
Ah, yes.
It had crossed my mind.
Hard for it not to, really.
So what do you think you'll do? Go see her? Not quite sure, Florence.
Still working that one out, really.
You know what I'm like when it comes to making a decision.
- Indecisive.
- Exactly.
Good morning, Officer Hooper.
- Oh, good morning, sir.
- Progress? - Ah, yes, sir.
- Good.
- At least, I think so.
- Go on.
So, I've been focusing on the Chichester area -- just like you said.
And birth, medical and driving licence records weren't any use.
You see, the name Tom Lewis is far too common.
But then I decided to do a search on the Chichester newspaper website for any Tom Lewises there.
And what did you find? An article about a Mr Tom Lewis winning a local sailing race.
But how do we know that this particular Tom Lewis is our Tom Lewis? OK, er, come and have a look please sir.
That's him.
And that's interesting because? Because look who was in his crew for the race.
One of our four suspects who denied knowing him.
Frank Henderson.
Sorry.
Drive on.
Thank you.
Morning, all.
Sorry, slept in a little.
You're grand.
We were just having a bit of a recap.
Oh, good.
Er, Dwayne, how'd the visit with your aunt go? Oh, oh, I missed her, Chief.
She was out.
Shame.
But you managed the Tube all right? What? 500 people crammed into a space designed for ten.
I've been to calypso parties that weren't so up close and personal.
Yes, I know what you mean.
JP? What about you? - Me? - Did you go and see Martha? - Ah, no.
Chief! Check your e-mail! Apparently one of our bankers has been lying to us.
What are we looking at here? The photo.
That's Tom Lewis about 20 years ago.
Jeepers, isn't that? Yeah.
That's exactly who it is.
Tom was a friend.
A trader here in the City.
He worked for a rival bank but he was very successful.
We were both into sailing and that's how we got to know each other.
You said you didn't know him.
I know.
That was a mistake, I thought it might complicate things.
Well, you're right about that, Frank.
I mean, what are we to think? It was a mistake, an error of judgment.
OK, let's not dwell on that, we all make mistakes.
But can you answer me this? If Tom, Mr Lewis, was such a huge success here in the City of London, how did he end up selling fishing trips in the Caribbean? I don't know what you mean.
Simple question, Frank.
What happened to turn his life upside down? You know, this lot are a tenacious bunch, they're sure to find out.
All right -- I haven't got anything to hide.
Tom was a brilliant sailor, he really was, but one day, he went out when a storm was forecast.
And he took his son.
His eight-year-old son.
And when the storm hit, it was much bigger than he expected.
And they were both swept overboard.
I mean, his son was swept overboard and Tom dived into the sea to save him, but it was too late.
The poor boy drowned.
He fell apart.
He blamed himself for the kid's death.
He started drinking, getting violent.
Within the year, he'd been sacked from his work, and then one day he was gone.
How do you mean, "gone"? He walked out of his life.
According to his wife, he said he was going out one day and he never came back.
So when did you discover that he was, in fact, on Saint Marie? Well, that's the thing.
I haven't seen Tom for two decades.
And I didn't even know he was on Saint Marie when we were there.
So you're saying that although Mr Lewis was a friend of yours in the past, you want us to believe it was nothing more than a coincidence that you happened to be on the same island and in the process of hiring his boat when he was brutally murdered?! Yes.
I hate coincidences.
So you think he's your man? I think he's the most likely option and the chances are that piece of cufflink belonged to him.
- But? - But if he did kill Tom Lewis, how did he get back to shore? I mean, if we if we could just work out how he did it, then I'd say we've got our man.
Of course, there is one explanation for how he got off the boat and back to the shore.
- Which is? - Maybe he didn't.
- What? Did you ever do cross-country running at school? - Yes, yes, I did.
- Great.
So you know the way you might run the first half-mile, then maybe nip off to a cafe for a bacon and egg sandwich or whatever.
- Yeah.
- Then get the number 7 bus, muddy yourself up a bit then rejoin the lads and run the last half-mile back to school? You mean? When there is no possible way for something to have happened, it probably didn't.
It's a bit like when you lot first arrived.
You-you didn't think I was here, but I kind of was, wasn't I? - You just hadn't seen me.
- You're right.
Which of course would explain how Frank Henderson killed Tom Lewis and then managed to make it the five miles back to shore.
Florence.
Call JP, get him back to the boat, tell him to search it again.
Specifically near where we found the cufflink.
What's he looking for? Somewhere to hide.
The Inspector said the cufflink was on the bed under the framed photo of the victim and Sophie Boyd.
OK.
Why would Tom Lewis have a hiding space on his boat? The Inspector thinks that maybe he was involved in smuggling.
But he was definitely up to something.
And what with the bag of cash that he was seen with - and the second mobile phone - Second phone maybe? If so, we never found it.
.
.
it's very possible it wasn't just a boat charter business .
.
he was running.
Sir? So the Inspector was right.
After he killed Tom Lewis, Frank Henderson made his way down here and hid in that compartment.
And stayed there all the time we were searching the boat.
Until it was back in the harbour and safe to make his escape.
That's excellent, JP.
I want you to log everything you've found and send over the images as soon as you can.
Good work.
We've got him.
Great! After you.
Wait! - What's going on? - Thank God you're here.
He's dead! I know one of you is the killer.
It's just a question of working out who.
- Whatever happened to Frank, it had nothing to do with us.
- You're wrong.
Officer Hooper! Commissioner! I wasn't sleeping on the job.
Why's he not told us that? That's very deceitful.
- You're not going anywhere except to our cells.
- I didn't do it! - I don't need this.
- Well, I do.
- Hi, Dad.
- Ah.
- It's something of a puzzler.
- Do you have your man? Hello, Martha.
Humphrey?