Death In Paradise (2011) s08e01 Episode Script

1 Where's the bus station, mate? Just leaving the boat now.
If he's here, I'll find him.
Honore, boss? Forget what the next man do All right, hold tight.
# Come down # Off of your pomp and pride # Now there's a time for you # There's a time for me # Leave your man's business # And we will agree # Well, what is done And if you can't just shut up your mouth Are you trying to get yourself killed? Come on.
Move.
Get out.
Can we go now? Relax.
We'll get there.
Here we are, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to Honore.
# To be Don't be shy! # Or not to be That is the question Oh, thank you.
What time do you call this? You were due in six minutes ago.
You're upset about six tiny minutes, Harold? A schedule is a schedule.
Well, I had to chase a goat off the road.
You know, I'm sure he waits for me, and it was hot as hell.
When you going to get the air-con fixed? It's on the list.
On the list! Everything on the list.
Hey, you need to get off the bus now.
Tell you what else is going on the list.
It's the third time you've been late this week.
Sir, sir! You need to wake up.
I thought you was in a hurry.
Sir? # Stay a little bit longer, she said # Hold on, I'm coming # Oh, yeah, stay a little bit longer Hold on, I'm coming Danny La Rue, 52.
Dirty Gertie, number 30.
Sir? Ssh! Stuck in a tree, 53.
Sir.
Not now, Florence.
This is the big one.
We're playing for the foot spa.
Legs eleven.
Sir, we have a murder.
I can't stop now.
Look at them.
We have to go.
They'll storm the stage.
We'll never get out alive! The Commissioner is already there.
19, 23, 7.
41, 12 House! Hooray! Congratulations.
Thank you, ladies.
Same time next week.
Thank you.
Inspector.
Afternoon, JP.
Afternoon, sir.
So what have we got? A 55-year-old man.
Name - Paul Raynor.
Single stab wound to the chest.
Was found dead in the back seat of the bus by the driver.
The paramedics took him out of the bus as they tried to revive him.
Any sign of the knife? No.
But the wound is quite big.
I'd say a six or seven inch blade.
There's fraying on his shirt there, just around the entry point.
So the blade was serrated.
Like a hunting knife.
Exactly.
Anything else? Yes.
He had a few clothing items in a bag.
Small amount of cash in his pocket, the bus ticket, and a driving licence, issued in Guadeloupe, but ten years out of date.
Hang on.
What's this? A locker.
Or a padlock, maybe.
Check it for prints first.
Then finding what it fits might be quite useful.
Yes, sir.
Was anyone with him on the bus? Yes, there were three other passengers.
They're with the depot manager and the driver by the waiting room.
Any of them see anything? Apparently not.
Inspector Mooney.
Good of you to come.
I know it's your day off.
Not a problem, sir.
When duty calls, you know me - I'm always available! I understand you were playing bingo.
Yeah, you know Baker's bun, 61! Two little ducks, 22? I'm the caller, you see.
Carry on, Inspector.
Yes, sir.
Bus or witnesses first? Both, I think.
JP, everyone on the bus, if you would? Yes, sir.
My uncle Ray was a bus driver in Donegal.
He used to drive one just like this.
There was a little stop bell.
Sir? Sorry.
Back to the job in hand.
So, our victim was alone in the back seat when the killer stabbed him in the chest, without any of the passengers noticing it happened.
Sir, you've got something stuck to your knee.
Oh.
What is it? Oh, here.
Hmm.
Sir, the other passengers.
Good.
Thank you, JP.
Well, my name is Detective Inspector Mooney, this is Detective Sergeant Cassell, and we'll try not to keep you very long.
But could I just start by asking you to please sit in the seats that you were sitting in for the journey? Sir, that's the depot manager, Mr Crane.
He met the bus as it arrived.
Could you do us a favour? Could you be the murder victim and sit at the back of the bus? This is where you were all sitting for the entire journey? Yeah.
And did any of you know the victim, or each other, for that matter, before you got on the bus? I never met him.
Me neither.
I see.
It's fierce hot in here, isn't it? They air-con's broke, but it's on the list.
Now, during the journey, did any of you move at any time at all? No.
No? I did.
But you were driving.
Yeah, I had to stop.
There was a goat on the road.
A goat? Yes, the road above Angel Cove.
I had to get out and chase him off.
And when you got back on, could you still see the man at the back of the bus? Yes, he told me to hurry up.
I said he should relax, that we'd get there soon enough.
Can we go now? Relax! We'll get there! So he was still alive when you drove away again? Definitely.
Oh.
This emergency door, why can't it be opened from the outside? It's broke.
We're waiting for a part.
It has to come from Germany.
So no-one could have got on the bus when it stopped.
So it's a direct route from the port to Honore, and you all got on the bus together, and nobody else got on or off, and everyone stayed in their own seats for the entire journey, yet somehow Mr Raynor was stabbed without anyone seeing anything.
All right if I head off early? What do you think? Right now, given everything we know, there's only one possible explanation.
Which is? They're all in it together, the bus driver included - maybe even the goat.
Do you believe that? No, but nor do I believe that a man could be stabbed on that bus without anyone seeing his killer.
Miss Brooks.
Yes, Officer? Your address, please? 6A Mandela.
Now, everyone on the bus was also on the ferry, weren't they? Mm-hm.
So call the ferry company - they must have a security camera.
Let's see what the footage can tell us.
Yes, sir.
And, JP, how are you getting on with that key? Well, so far, we only have a fingerprint that matches with the victim's.
There was a code on the key, which I've given to the manufacturers, cos they think they can identify where it was sold, but I'm just waiting for the call.
Grand.
And we're looking for a motive too, so let's have a full background check on the victim.
Despite what they're all saying, one of them must have known him.
Who's for a quick one? Oh, I can't, sir.
Sorry.
Just you and me, then, JP? Mm-hm.
But before I forget, tomorrow we should track the route the bus took.
No murder weapon was found when it got back to the depot, so it could have been thrown from the window during the journey - the part after the goat.
Yes, sir.
Have you heard from Dwayne at all? How is the epic voyage with his dad going? Well, I spoke to him yesterday, sir.
He was just off the coast of Cuba, and they had picked up the crew of a motor yacht whose engine had died.
That's pretty heroic.
Mmm, that's what I thought, until I found out it was a hen party.
Typical.
The luck of that man - are you sure he's not Irish? If I may say, sir, you're really taking to these bingo nights.
Oh, it's good to give something back.
To be honest, keeping myself busy of an evening is no bad thing.
I still can't quite get used to being on my own.
Missing Siobhan? And her mum.
It's nearly three years now since Kathleen passed away.
It gets easierbit by bit.
Jack, is Florence not with you? Ah, no, I think she fancied an early night.
Oh, it's happening a lot lately.
I hope you're not working her too hard.
Have you noticed anything different about Florence, JP? Like what? Well, it's hard to put my finger on it.
Definitely something going on there.
I thought you'd stood me up.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
I'm sorry.
Mm-hm.
There was a stabbing at the bus depot - a man was killed.
That's awful.
Yeah.
Although, as excuses go, it's not bad.
I've missed you.
Since breakfast? What can I say? I'm obsessed.
I've been thinking, isn't it time you introduced me to the people you work with? I will.
It doesn't have to be a big deal.
I mean, I could just call by one day and say hello.
You know my friends.
I know.
I'm just waiting for the right moment.
Morning, Grace.
I missed you at the bingo.
Jack I hope you had a good excuse.
Mr Jack.
Ah, Dan Hey, hey.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Put it on my tab.
No worries, Jack.
Come on, man.
Morning, folks.
Morning, sir.
Good morning, sir.
Off out, JP? I'm going to check the bus route.
Good man, and if your computer's still playing up, just move to Dwayne's desk.
What, with all of his stuff there? No, just pack it up.
Put it in a box.
It'll be grand.
Erm, sir .
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I'll do it when I get back, OK? As you like, JP.
Well, any news? Anything come through yet? A little.
Butterfly Brown - single mother of three teenagers, born and raised on the island.
Nothing prior.
Butterfly is unlikely to be our killer because she was driving the bus.
Fiona Tait - she lives in London.
She says she's here on holiday.
Nothing previous.
She looks like a typical tourist.
She's staying at a beach house at Delilah Cove.
Oliver Carr - ex-Army paratrooper.
His file says he was discharged from the forces, following a court martial for striking a senior officer.
A man with a propensity for violence - now we're talking.
His business card says he's a private security consultant.
And finally we have Tamila Brooks, a resident of Saint Marie.
She works as a housemaid.
She was on her way back from visiting an aunt in Guadeloupe.
She's a very active member of the church.
And none of them have any links to the victim? Nothing I can find.
COMPUTER CHIMES Oh.
But I think I can explain why his driving licence was ten years out of date.
Paul Raynor had been in prison in Guadeloupe for the past 16 years.
He was released yesterday morning.
And what was he in prison for? Murder - an armed robbery at the Ocean Casino in Guadeloupe.
was trying to get away.
Raynor was caught and arrested the next day.
So our victim was a man likely to have enemies.
Oh.
What? One of those enemies might be closer than we think.
The boy who died, his name was Philip Tait.
Tait The police victim support in England told me Paul Raynor was being released.
I was in a trance for days, just It just didn't seem right that he'd be walking around in the sunshine.
So I booked a flight, bought a knife on Guadeloupe, and followed him onto the ferry.
I almost did it but there were people in the way, children .
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and so I followed him onto the bus.
With the intention of murdering him? Of course.
Philip was such a special boy.
He was on his gap year, off to see the world.
He'd done the Philippines, and the Far East, and Australia and New Zealand, and he was Caribbean island-hopping on his way back - running out of money, of course, like they do.
So he, erm, got the odd bar job along the way.
He worked at the Ocean Casino? Mmm, in the kitchens, yeah.
He said he quite enjoyed it.
Even talking about becoming a chef I said he could be anything he wanted to be.
I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs Tait, truly I am .
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but you must understand that what you've done is equally wrong.
Now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to surrender your passport.
Oh, yes, of course.
There we go.
Can we ask, how did you stab Mr Raynor on the bus without being seen? I didn't.
Excuse me? I didn't kill him.
I mean, I wanted to.
I might even have found the courage to do it and happily shouted it from the rooftops, but I didn't.
But you said you bought a knife.
I did, and then, after what happened, I panicked and threw it into the sea yesterday.
Well, I had no further use for it.
I mean, he was already dead.
Officer Hooper? Oh, Commissioner, what are you doing here? I was passing and saw your motorcycle unattended.
Oh, sir, I'm just searching for the knife used to kill Paul Raynor, sir.
I see.
Yeah.
Have you found it? Possibly.
Just beyond the ditch there, see? I just can't seem to reach it, sir.
I may need to go and get some tools, you know, to cut the shrubs back.
Nonsense.
You hold it back - I'll get the knife.
I was a serving officer once, you know? Oh.
This one.
Right.
All right.
Can you see it, sir? We have enough to arrest her.
Well, we've got a great motive, but if she did throw that knife in the sea, we don't have a murder weapon.
And something she said about shouting it from the rooftops if she had killed him - as a parent, I believe that.
So what now? JP! Erm We found it, sir! It was right by the roadside .
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where you said.
Why would Fiona Tait say she'd thrown the knife in the sea if she hadn't? JP, left side or right as you head into Honore? Erm JP EXHALES Right side.
Fiona was sat on the left.
And Tamila Brooks.
The only person sitting on the right side of the bus was Oliver Carr.
So let me get this right, you were sitting in the aisle opposite Mrs Tait and Miss Brooks? Mm-hm.
I guess so, yeah.
And according to your statement, you didn't see either of them move from their seats.
No, I wasn't paying them much attention, to be honest with you.
Why? Do you think one of them did it? No, we don't think anything yet.
In your statement, you describe yourself as a security consultant.
That's right.
And what does that entail, exactly? Consulting about security.
I suppose I asked for that.
Look, people ask me to check their personnel, building security, that kind of thing, you know? Yeah, things a military training would help with, I imagine.
You've seen my file.
We have, yes.
You were discharged after assaulting a senior officer.
He had it coming.
Maybe we can help each other.
Really? And how would that work? The man who was stabbed is called Paul Raynor.
He was released from prison yesterday morning in Guadeloupe.
We know.
Yeah, he was convicted for armed robbery and murder at the Ocean Casino in 2003.
We know that, too.
Well, yeah, what you probably don't know is that the money stolen that night has never been recovered, so the Ocean Casino have hired me to follow Raynor and see if there's anything left.
If it's here, I'll find it.
How much money? 750,000 euros.
And he was arrested the day after the robbery, so not enough time to spend it.
And you think this money is why Mr Raynor was moving to Saint Marie? That's what I was hoping to find out, yeah.
You followed him onto that bus believing he knew the whereabouts of 750,000 euros, and now he's dead.
So, Oliver Carr also knew the victim.
The money gives him the motive, and he's known to have been violent in the past.
If it was the money he was after, and that money is somewhere in Saint Marie, why kill him on the bus? Unless he already knew where it was, and just needed to stop him getting there first.
Paul Raynor was arrested in Guadeloupe the day after the robbery.
PHONE RINGS How did the money get to Saint Marie? Get in touch with the Guadeloupe prison, and find out who Raynor was in contact with while he was inside.
JP, what have you got for me? The locker key? You know what it opens? The manufacturers paired the key code to this set of lockers.
In fact, the manager recognised it straightaway.
Will we have a bet? A bet? On whether there's 750,000 euros in there or not.
What? First beer tonight says that locker is stuffed full of cash.
OK.
Why would Paul Raynor be carrying the key to a locker containing nothing but a pair of budgie smugglers? Budgie smugglers? Yeah, it's a name we have for particularly small swimming trunks.
Yes, but why do you call them budgie smugglers? Oh, because when they're I mean, when you You know, they sort of look In the olden days, it's how pirates used to smuggle exotic birds into the country.
Yeah.
But the thing is they're not even his.
They belong to Errol Porter.
Now, maybe if we can find him, he can enlighten us on what a recently murdered armed robber was doing with his swimming trunks.
I'll run a check, sir.
Commissioner? You left a message this morning.
Yes, sir.
We're a man down, and, to be honest, we're a bit pushed.
I wasn't aware that Officer Myers actually did anything.
He was a valuable member of the team, sir.
It's a joke, Inspector.
A joke? Yes.
Sorry, I missed that.
Are you saying I'm not funny? Absolutely not, sir.
You're a very funny man.
You were doing it again there, weren't you? I've already secured you a new officer for your team.
Excellent.
The person I have selected is first-rate.
You are very lucky to get them.
Well, thank you, sir.
No need to thank me.
That's my job.
I'm the Police Commissioner.
Yes, you are.
This stabbing on the bus - can we expect an early conclusion? We're making strong progress, sir.
Good.
We don't want people to shy away from using public transport, do we? Heavens, no.
Budgie smugglers? They're evidence, sir.
Believe it or not.
Carry on.
So, it looks like whoever we've got coming, we're lucky to get them.
So it would seem.
Right, well, let's regroup in the morning and see where we're at.
Er, I think I'll stay for a while, sir.
I've got some filing to do.
OK, well, enjoy your filing.
First thing tomorrow, please find me this Errol Porter, would you? Yes, sir.
No idea what he's got to do with it.
But someone must know something.
Oh! Harry! Breakfast! Morning, Florence.
How are you? Yeah.
No, just .
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just calling, I'm thinking of heading back to the crime scene.
Yeah.
There's something I'd like to check.
OK, lovely.
Right.
See you there.
You do know that's evidence in a murder case you're contaminating there? Can I help you? Mr Crane.
The very man.
These seats, you patch them up with black gaffer tape.
When we need to.
Only, I found a small piece, no more than a couple of inches square.
But I can't seem to find the tear it must have been covering.
Maybe the tear got bigger and I replaced it.
Ah, yes, that'll be it.
Is there anything else? Oh, yes, a couple of things.
I just wrote them down somewhere.
Here we are.
Does the name Errol Porter ring any bells? Just his name was in a pair of swimming trunks we found.
No.
Not a former employee? No.
Nothing at all? Nothing.
What about your driver - Miss Brown? How long has she been with you? We started up in 2004, and she joined us a year later.
Right.
We released the bus, didn't we? The part for the emergency door arrived this morning, so we're fixing that and the air-con, it should be back on the road tomorrow.
Well, better not hold you up any longer.
Yes, Mr Porter.
I'm just trying to establish whether you're the man I'm looking for.
There's, like, 11 of you on the island.
Oh, great.
Two for one.
So, can I ask, does either you or your father have a size 32 inch waist? Hello? Can I help you? Oh, I'm not sure.
I was just passing by and I thought I'd stop by and take a look.
I don't suppose Florence is here? You know DS Cassell? Well, we are You're the new guy.
Yes, I guess I am.
I'm JP Hooper, Jean-Pierre.
Just JP.
Pleased to meet you, JP.
Patrice.
Patrice Campbell.
Well, we weren't expecting you today.
No reason why you should.
Like I said, I was just passing.
You know about me, then? Oh, yeah, we found out yesterday.
Oh, great.
Yeah, I thought I'd come in and say hello.
Yes, well, the inspector is not here, he'll be very sorry he missed you.
No worries.
I'll catch him next time.
I guess you know you've got some big shoes to fill, right? Oh.
The guy before you, he was amazing.
You know? The guy before me? Yeah.
Not to say you're not.
But he was just You know, he was great.
One of the best, in fact.
Oh, I'm not sure Florence has mentioned him.
That surprises me.
They were very close.
And he hasn't been gone long.
In fact, just yesterday, she was just saying how much she can't wait for him to come back.
But, still, you can keep everything warm for him.
Can't you? Hm.
CCTV from the ferry.
Great, Florence.
Let's get back and take a look.
Anything new? At the moment, we just have a collection of stuff that doesn't make any sense.
A woman who bought a knife to murder the man responsible for the death of her son, then insisting she didn't.
Knife supposedly thrown into the sea suddenly appearing back on dry land.
A bit of tape.
Locker key.
And instead of finding three quarters of a million dollars, we found a pair of mouldy swimming trunks.
Budgie smugglers.
Exactly.
PHONE RINGS Excuse me.
Hey, Patrice.
How are you? He said what? You told him I had a thing with Dwayne? Told who? Wait a minute.
You had a thing with Dwayne? No! I really don't know what I've done.
Patrice.
He came here and you told him I was with Dwayne, that I was missing him.
Who's Patrice? The new cop.
My boyfriend.
You have a boyfriend? Yes, but that's not the point.
And he's a cop? No, he isn't.
But he came here to see me and JP told him how brilliant the last guy was.
So he's not the new cop? No.
He's Yes.
Oops.
I told him he could keep things warm.
Yes, you did.
Two questions, Florence.
PHONE RINGS One, how long have you had a boyfriend? And, two, why haven't we met him? I was just I was waiting for the right moment.
And I'm guessing this wasn't it? No.
It's for you.
DS Cassell.
Hey, Harold.
I saw the police were back.
What sort of things were they asking you about? Why do you want to know? Nothing to hide, have you, Butterfly? Yes, well, thank you very much.
Bye.
OK, sir, that was the assistant governor from the prison in Guadeloupe.
He had some very interesting information to pass on about Paul Raynor.
Really? Well, I'm all ears, Florence.
Firstly, in the week before Mr Raynor was released, he called a Saint Marie line 11 times.
So he was in contact with someone on this island before he came here? OK.
So, the phone number is registered to Bartt's Barbers.
Somewhere near Valois.
Yes, I know it.
It closed down years ago but it's just an empty shack now.
I can check it out.
Good on you, JP, see what you can find.
Anything else from your chat with the prison? Apparently, Paul Raynor received an increasing amount of regular mail over the last two and half years.
Hundreds of letters, in fact.
And they were all from the same person.
Go on, who was it? # Go tell it on the mountain # Over the hills and everywhere # Go tell it on the mountain # That Jesus Christ is born # Go tell it on the mountain # That Jesus Christ is born # Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere It's not what you think.
It was our minister who came up with the idea.
Sorry, what idea? Writing to prisoners.
To convince them to let God into their hearts.
So, you wrote to Paul Raynor? I wrote to other prisoners but he was the only one who wrote back.
You know, my uncle Paul was a postman.
For over 40 years.
He used to say letters are a window to the soul.
If you want to know who someone really is, he'd say, ask them to write you a letter.
You wrote hundreds of letters to Paul Raynor.
That wasn't out of duty, Tamila.
That's more like devotion.
Just crept up on me.
Love often does.
Paul wrote so honestly.
His letters were full of truth and passion and he seemed to understand me, the only one who did.
We'd made plans.
We were going to be together when he got out.
He said we'd go away together and start a new life.
It's easy enough to start a new life with three quarters of a million euros.
Raynor didn't mention his money? What money? The money he stole from the casino? I don't know anything about that.
And I wouldn't have cared.
All I cared about was being with Paul.
But he didn't want to be with me.
I went to the prison to meet him, to surprise him, but the ferry over was late and I missed him.
I asked the guards where he might be and they laughed at me.
They gave me an address.
It was a brothel.
That wasn't the man who'd been writing to me, so .
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I went home.
But you saw him again on the ferry.
And you followed him onto the bus.
You think I killed him, don't you? Did you? I think there was a moment when I felt so .
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angry, so stupid that I might have, but, no, I didn't kill him.
How could I? Even after everything I saw .
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part of me thought the man that wrote to me was still inside there .
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somewhere.
Now we've three.
Fiona Tait wanted revenge for her son, Oliver Carr knew the victim had three quarters of a million euros, and now Tamila Brooks, a woman scorned.
But that still doesn't tell us how the murder was carried out.
How did the killer stab Raynor and not be seen? I chucked a few coins in the collection box, maybe I'll get divine inspiration.
So, when are we going to meet this new fella of yours? Soon.
Good.
Only, I have speech prepared for when Siobhan brings a boy home.
Yeah, she told me about it.
Did she? You see, it's not the speech itself.
That's mainly threats of violence.
No, it's how they react to it.
They either stand their ground or run away.
It's a test of character.
I'm very happy to try that on this Patrice fella for you.
No, thank you.
But it's really sweet of you to offer.
Well, suit yourself.
You should bring him to meet us, you know.
We don't bite.
I know.
And I will.
And if you change your mind about the speech There's Tamila.
Oliver Carr.
And look, Fiona Tait.
Reaches for her knife.
Then, as she said, she did nothing.
So, on the ferry journey over, not one of our suspects spoke to or interacted with Paul Raynor.
On that regard, at least they're telling us the truth, which helps us in no way whatsoever.
Hey! Argh! Hey, slow down! All right! What was I supposed to do? I didn't know he was a police officer.
The uniform didn't give you a clue? I found this, sir.
Passport? Driving licences.
No photographs.
Interesting.
They're forgeries.
You're really starting to be annoying.
Good.
He planted them.
Butterfly, we have enough to charge you with forging government documents.
Now don't make things any worse.
The phone here is the number my clients use when they need my services.
Did Paul Raynor need your services? We know he called that number 11 times last week.
Now what was it he wanted you for? New passport, birth certificate, driving licence.
We arranged a fee, I did the work.
How did he find you? He says somebody recommended me.
I don't know who.
I was supposed to meet him here today to do the photographs.
So it's just a coincidence that he was on your bus? How was I supposed to know it was him? We'd only spoken on the phone.
I'd never seen him before, and people don't generally introduce themselves to the bus driver when they get on.
Does your boss know what you do in your spare time? It gives him an excuse to pay me less than he should.
So when you realised who the victim was, that he'd been killed, why did you still show up here today? He said he'd send somebody to pay me if he couldn't make it.
I wanted my money.
And did he say who this someone might be? No.
Coincidence or not, she still couldn't kill him while she was driving the bus.
But neither could the others without being seen.
Sir, the lab report's back.
Confirms the blood on the blade matched to Raynor.
But the handle has been wiped clean, sir, so no print.
So, the knife we found at the roadside was definitely the one used to kill him.
But we've still no idea who used it or how they did it without anyone else noticing.
Someone looking for me? I'm Errol Porter.
You're Errol Porter? Mm.
These are yours? Yes, sir.
Seriously? They've got my name in.
Look.
You lost them? No.
No.
I know exactly where they were.
I just lost the locker key.
You lost the key? Yeah.
Have you ever heard of a man called Paul Raynor? No.
So, can I take them? Mr Porter, do you remember where you lost the key? JP, where's the key? Quick.
Please, sit in the seats that you were sitting in in the journey.
We found it, sir.
Right by the roadside.
JP, financial records, full background check, please.
I don't understand.
Oh, Florence, I need the original police file from the Ocean Casino robbery.
He worked at the Ocean Casino? Yeah.
Kitchens.
What you probably don't know is the money stolen that night has never been recovered.
How did the money get to Saint Marie? Sir.
Gotcha.
JP! Yeah? Just coming up, sir.
Back to the beginning.
Back, back, back.
Stop right there.
Florence, get everyone together at the bus depot.
JP, one last job when we get there.
Great stuff.
You're all here, and all in the same seats you were sitting in on the day that Paul Raynor was murdered in cold blood.
Apart from Harold, who very kindly agreed to stand in for Raynor again for the purposes of this little demonstration.
I do love a bus.
It's one of the few things guaranteed to transport me back to my own childhood.
All at the sound of a bell.
One little press of the bell and I'm 14 again.
Sitting on the back seat with Kathleen O'Brien.
Sneaking a little kiss, giving her about my jam sandwich.
Sir.
Yes, Florence.
Thank you.
Right.
A man is killed on a bus.
There are four other people on the bus, including the driver.
Yet none of them saw the murder happen.
How is this possible? Well, of course the simple truth is that it isn't.
You see, things were a bit complicated by the fact that, quite by chance as it turns out, everyone on the bus that day with Paul Raynor had a reason to want him dead.
And that was the problem.
We couldn't see the wood for the trees.
You know, where normally, we struggle to find means and motive and opportunity, we had nothing but.
And so finally we have to come back to the same thing, the same simple truth .
.
if it was impossible for any of you to have killed Raynor without being seen by the others, then that isn't what happened.
I don't understand.
Are you saying none of us killed him? Yes, I'm saying no-one on the bus that day murdered Paul Raynor.
But then who did? And how? If no-one could get on the bus.
Two excellent questions.
And the second one answers the first.
You see, someone else got on the bus using the emergency door.
But it doesn't open.
Not from the outside, no, but it can be opened from the inside.
But none of you opened it.
Why would you? In fact, the only person who could have opened it was Raynor himself.
But why did he do that? Well, he didn't know he was opening it to his killer.
You see, he thought it was a friend.
Didn't he, Harold? You were the only one who was never really under suspicion.
And why would you be? You weren't even on the bus.
And, to my shame, we didn't even look into your background.
If we did, we would have discovered that you were working at the Ocean Casino in Guadeloupe around the time of the robbery.
According to the casino records, you started a month before the robbery, and you left about a week after it.
The police files clearly said that rear exit doors to the casino were opened from the inside.
A month after leaving the casino, you moved to Saint Marie.
And a couple of months after that, you started your own transport business.
And you bought a lovely villa up in the hills, didn't you? We set up in 2004, and she joined a year later.
Using the three quarters of a million euros that you were supposed to be looking after once your partner in crime had been arrested.
Paul Raynor came to Saint Marie to collect his half of the money.
But it was already gone, wasn't it? It was the locker key found on Raynor's body that pointed the way.
But when we went to open that locker, there was nothing there.
Apart from a pair of old swimming trunks.
So we traced the owner and he told us he'd lost his locker key two weeks ago.
Do you remember where you lost the key? On the beach or the bus.
The lost property logs show there was a key found two weeks ago.
There is no record of it being cleaned.
So I searched the box.
It's not there.
Of course it isn't.
Because Raynor came here for his money, the money that you'd already spent, which is why you had to stop him.
So you came up with a plan, one that would make Raynor think that you were going to give him his share of the cash.
Now, for the plan to work, you couldn't meet him in person.
So you needed an excuse that he'd buy.
Maybe you told him it was to risky to meet face-to-face.
Instead, you told him you'd plant a key for him to find.
Of course, Butterfly didn't know it was Raynor on her bus.
How could she? But you did.
Because you told him his money was safe in the locker and that the key would be taped under the back seat of the bus.
And I dare say you also knew someone in that prison who was able to recommend a good forger.
Does your boss know what you do in your spare time? It gives him an excuse to pay me less than he should.
So you used the phone in the barber shop, and that way, you could contact Raynor without anyone being able to trace the calls back to you.
You know, when I asked you to stand in for Raynor the first time, we should have known, should have known that you sitting in exactly the right seat wasn't a coincidence.
It's because you knew where you left the key.
It didn't matter that there was no money in the locker - Raynor wasn't going to live long enough to find that out.
All that mattered was that he believed it was there.
This key isn't really a key at all.
It was bait, for a trap.
A way to make sure that Raynor was sitting beside the emergency door.
Raynor found the key exactly where you said it would be.
When the bus arrived at the station, you were there waiting for him.
You knew exactly where Raynor was sitting.
You knew about the faulty door.
You also knew that all it would take for Raynor to open that door would be a simple knock on the window.
Of course Raynor opened the door, while everyone else was distracted.
I bet he didn't know what hit him.
Deed done, you closed the door.
But Harold wasn't finished yet.
Oh, he had one more trick to throw us off the scent.
The knife on the road.
When Officer Hooper found it outside on the lane, we assumed it had been thrown from the bus window during the journey.
Making us think that Raynor was killed by one of the other passengers.
When in fact you planted the knife on the road for us to find a few hours after you killed Raynor.
You did what you did to protect what you had.
And in doing so, you lost it.
I think you'll find this is your stop.
JP.
Up.
I've heard a lot of strange things, but solving a murder using a pair of mouldy swimming trunks tops everything.
God bless Errol's budgie smugglers.
To Errol.
What is a budgie smuggler? It's a long story, Catherine.
Oh.
Florence.
Patrice, this is Inspector Mooney.
Jack.
Please.
Jack.
And this is Catherine.
I know Patrice.
I am friends with his mother.
She never mentioned you two were Sorry, Catherine, we were keeping it a secret, you know? I'm delighted for you both.
And, er, JP I think you know.
JP.
Patrice.
Well, Patrice, if you don't mind me saying, it's about time we met you.
The suspense has been killing me.
And I've prepared a speech.
No.
Please.
Ah, don't worry, you'll be too busy to hear it now, anyway.
I will? Well, you'll be getting the drinks in.
Oh-ho, yes.
On their way.
He's such a nice boy.
He really is.
Much better than the last one, eh, JP? Inspector.
Good evening, Commissioner.
Will you join us? Good evening.
No, I simply came to congratulate you on your recent success.
A job well done.
It was a team effort, sir.
I'm sure it was.
And speaking of the team, your new officer, she will be joining you shortly.
Excellent.
It's a she? Yes, Officer Ruby Patterson.
Excellent.
We look forward to it, sir.
Good.
Patterson? Patterson - not a relation, is it, sir? Yes, she's my niece.
Catherine, tell Patrice I may need another beer.
I know the Commissioner's niece.
I'll get you three.
And a bottle of rum.
Thanks for visiting Saint Marie Zoo.
Come again soon.
What happened to Zander? Zander? It's too late.
He's dead.
Detective Inspector Mooney, meet Officer Ruby Patterson.
Delighted to have you here, Ruby.
I'm really looking forward to working with you.
Same.
Same.
I feel like I know you all already.
I know she's trying her best, sir, but she's just so extra.
You are way better than my uncle described you.
Hold him down while I get my cuffs.
Ah! You shot me.