Death In Paradise (2011) s14e08 Episode Script

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MUSIC: Dusty Roads
by John Holt
MERVIN: I got him.
The man who did this to you.
I can't help thinking,
if I came here sooner
maybe I could have saved you.
You'd still be here.
But that's how life goes, isn't it?
You got to play the hand you're dealt.
You had to.
Well
I'm off home now - back to London.
Finally.
Oh
I brought you these.
I-I wasn't sure
which were your favourite.
It's the thought that counts, eh?
When the winter snowflakes ♪
Remind you of our joys
and heartbreaks ♪
Don't be sad, my baby ♪
HE SIGHS
Right.
Well, I hope you can find
some peace now.
Keep a little love
in your heart for me ♪
Wait around respectably ♪
Bye Mum.
You can win the world
if you wait for me ♪
Wait for me ♪
Oh, oh! ♪
Just two more hours, mate,
and it's bye-bye, Saint Marie.
How cold is it there?
Oh, that is great news.
Do you fancy a curry when I get back?
There's just one more there, mate.
DRIVER: OK.
Oh Well, you can't
miss that, can you?
What about the weekend?
Oh, er, just one sec, mate.
Just hold on.
You take care, little man.
ENGINE STARTS
Oh, that's just my housemate.
I'll explain when I get back.
Look, just let me know when you're free
and we'll work something out, yeah?
OK. Take care.
KEY TURNS IN LOCK
Goodbye, and
HE CLEARS HIS THROA
..thank you.
- What did he just say?
- I don't know!
- Sounded suspiciously like
- No, no, no, no. No, it can't be.
I mean, the Inspector doesn't have
such words in his vocabulary.
Are we sure this is even him?
Boss!
CHUCKLES: Yeah. Very funny.
Well, just so there is zero doubt,
I'll say it again.
Thank you.
Now, seriously, I couldn't have
solved my mum's case
if it wasn't for you lot.
Glad we could help.
Any news on the Commissioner's job yet?
Yes. He's gone to Jamaica today
to have lunch with the Chief.
Well, that's a good sign, isn't it?
I expect things will be back
to normal in no time.
Well, safe travels, boss.
Thank you, Officer Rose.
Oh, before I forget
Can Can somebody help me?
I'd like to report a missing person.
- Right
- I'll do it. Follow me.
Keys.
Oh
No, I'll come straight in, guv.
Trust me, I am looking forward
to getting stuck back into it again.
PA: Mervin Wilson to
desk number 3, please.
Er, one minute.
Excuse me, did they
just say Mervin Wilson?
Yeah.
Guv, I've got to go.
I'll speak to you Monday, yeah?
Oof!
Sorry.
Mr Wilson? Phone call for you.
Hello?
This is a joke, right?
OK. See you soon.
He's on his way.
SHE SIGHS
- Who is she?
- We'll get a proper ID,
but we think she's Rosa Martinez,
a volunteer at
the Marabar Turtle Conservancy.
It's about 12km away
from here, round the coast.
Run by the lady who
came into the station
- earlier this morning?
- Sadie Jones.
Apparently, they took the volunteers
out for drinks last night.
Rosa didn't turn up
for work this morning,
and her bed wasn't slept in.
They said it was out of character,
which is why they raised the alarm.
They tried calling, but her phone
seems to be turned off,
and no sign of it in the shack.
Bruising around her neck
suggests she was strangled.
Right. So why is Rosa Martinez
now lying dead in my sh-
In here?
- Who found the body?
- The cleaner.
She picked up the keys from us
at the station, came here.
When she opened the door, here she was.
But I locked it all up. Yeah?
The shutters, the doors, everything.
There was no-one here when I left.
Are you sure about that?
Positive.
Any signs of forced entry
at the windows? The doors?
None that I could see.
Gloves, Officer Rose.
DARLENE CLEARS HER THROA
There's a cut to the head,
but lack of blood,
which suggests the injury
happened elsewhere.
Victim looks fit.
Clearly looks after herself.
Officer Rose?
MERVIN SIGHS
- Inspector!
- What?
You were the last person in here
before the body was found.
Right.
Of course.
I'm a suspect.
- Did you ask my cab driver?
- We will.
Because he came in and got my bag
before I locked the place up.
No-one was in here.
- And what time was that?
- 9.30.
Then I came to the station
to drop the keys off.
You saw me, I saw you.
Then it was straight to the airport,
where I got your call.
The cleaner picked up the key from us
and headed here at about 10.30.
She was either killed inside
or killed outside,
then her body dumped inside.
But in either scenario,
the killer managed to get away
with the doors locked from the inside.
So how and why did they do it?
Have you spoken to the cleaner?
What do we know about the cleaner?
Her name is Valerie Manette.
Darlene has known her for years.
Valerie says she didn't
recognise the girl either.
Well, we need to speak to her ASAP.
Check her story out.
Sir
..there is no "we" at the moment.
Until you've been eliminated properly,
you can't investigate this murder.
I've been meaning to ask
Erm The end of my three-month
probation's coming up, like, soon.
In fact, tomorrow.
You forgot, didn't you?
SHE SIGHS
Sorry, hon. You know,
there's been a lot going on,
what with the Inspector's case,
the Commissioner
No worries.
Leave it with me.
I will speak with the Inspector.
Technically, he is still our boss
whilst he's here.
But in the meantime, you keep doing
what you're doing, OK?
Sure thing.
Wait.
Hold up.
What's that on her hand?
Thank you.
So?
He corroborates your story.
- So you're free to
- Investigate?
Don't you want to get back to London?
We can contact you by phone
if we need anything.
- You're staying, aren't you?
- Yeah.
I mean, I missed my flight anyway, so
Third time's a charm.
About About three months now.
I think she came from Belize
or somewhere like that.
Well, we have about 30 or so
volunteers here at any one point.
It's hard to keep track sometimes,
isn't it, babe?
Yeah. Yeah, it really is.
What was Rosa like?
She was quiet.
Diligent. She was keen to muck in.
Did she go out much?
Well, she spent most of her time here.
I don't think she knew anyone else.
Take me through what happened, please.
Well, I've already said
all of this to her.
Yeah, I know, but I haven't heard it.
Erm
SHE CLEARS HER THROA
Well, we We had some drinks
over at Stingray's.
It was one of the volunteers' birthdays.
Came back late, went to bed.
The next morning
..the girls in the hut woke up
and saw that her bed
hadn't been slept in,
and she missed her morning beach patrol.
What's that?
Oh, we We have a strict rota.
Day and night,
we monitor the turtle nests,
we protect the eggs
from predators, poachers.
It's really very effective.
How long have you been here?
About ten years.
Before that, I was working in the UK,
but I thought I could make
more of an impact over here.
- And have you?
- Absolutely. Yeah.
Since we've been here,
we've seen a 27% increase
in Saint Marie's turtle population.
That's very impressive.
Sea turtles are a huge part
of the oceans' ecosystems.
If a species disappears from a habitat,
the natural order of things
can be disrupted.
Same can be said of humans.
Boss! I found something
really interesting.
On a scale of one to ten, it's an eight.
CAMERA BEEPS
No, no, it's a It's a nine.
- All right, it's an 8.5.
- Officer Rose?
Sorry.
So, on the victim's hand,
I noticed there was this number
written down in Biro.
Very faint. 4431C.
Now, I don't know what that means,
but I'm making it my
mission to find out.
OK. You both head to Rosa's room,
see what you can dig up.
We'll go and talk
to the other volunteers.
- Regroup in an hour?
- OK.
Are you here about Rosa?
Ah, y-yeah.
- We're the police.
- Really?
Nice uniform.
SHE LAUGHS
Thanks.
Come on!
- I'm Officer Ro-
- Seb!
SHE CHUCKLES
I can't find this number anywhere.
But then again, she doesn't have much.
No phone, no laptop.
Just this purse with $30 in it.
And bubble gum.
Berry flavour.
So it looks like she used her phone
or an underwater camera
to take these.
So where is it?
OK. If you remember anything,
you let me know. Yeah? Thank you.
If I have to speak to another
privileged gap-year student,
I'm going to poke my eyes out and
personally feed them to the turtles.
Don't do that just yet.
We've got something.
Go on.
I was speaking to one
of the catering staff.
Apparently, yesterday, he heard
Rosa arguing with Estelle.
You're sorry?
What do you mean, you're sorry?
You have a real problem.
You're obsessed!
Estelle found her in her room.
Rosa claimed she wanted to speak to
her about changing shifts,
but Estelle refused,
accused Rosa of stalking her.
That's a bold claim.
Well, she could be right, sir.
Darlene found this in Rosa's things.
It's the rota list for the beach patrol.
Every time Estelle was on duty,
Rosa circled it.
She was sort of weird.
Weird how?
She asked a whole heap of questions,
but she gave nothing away.
Typical Capricorn.
She'd a different kind of vibe,
you know?
I'm a Gemini.
Right.
You were heard accusing her
of stalking you.
Yeah, well, maybe
that was a little extreme.
In what way?
When Rosa first got here,
she seemed kind of lonely,
so I took her out a couple of times.
But then she kind of latched on to me,
and then I find her in my room,
so of course I was annoyed.
But then we made up after.
Tequila heals everything, right?
Right, are we done here?
Because I've got to finish up,
otherwise I'll be in trouble.
No, please, go ahead.
- I don't know much about star signs.
- Really? You surprise me.
Isn't Gemini the one
with the two faces?
ON VIDEO: So, here we have
our hatchlings heading out to the sea.
Once they're fully grown,
they'll return to the
same beach to nest.
But how do they know?
Well, the Earth's magnetic fields.
These little guys imprint on this beach
and use that to navigate back.
So wherever they go, they've got
a photo of home with them.
That's amazing!
So let me get this straight -
this young woman doesn't exist?
No-one with the name Rosa Martinez
travelled in or out of Saint Marie
in the last year.
And I'm going through
all the Rosa Martinezes from Belize.
And so far, not one of them
can be ID'd as the victim.
We'll send her photo to the other
islands, create an online appeal.
- OK.
- OK.
Suspects. What have we got?
The cleaner.
Valerie Manette, 63,
sings in Darlene's church.
Yes, but I know Valerie.
She couldn't hurt a fly.
Well, I think our best bet
is to start at the conservancy.
- Any background there?
- Yeah.
So it was set up in 2012
by Mr Callum Jones, 43.
He's a marine biologist from Bristol.
Now, maths isn't my best subject,
but it looks like their finances
aren't in great shape.
They've had some
big money transfers recently
which have kept them afloat.
Donations from volunteers, maybe?
Possibly.
What about his wife - Sadie?
Sadie Jones, 45,
grew up in Manchester, UK.
Came here as a volunteer
and she's never left.
The only thing to flag
is that she spent time in prison
in 2008, convicted of fraud.
Well, as far as skeletons are concerned,
- that's a pretty big one.
- Hmph!
Anything on the
research assistant, Estelle?
Born on Saint Marie,
been working at the conservancy
for a couple of years.
Takes care of her father,
who's got Parkinson's.
That's Estelle for you -
sweet, kind, caring.
You know her, Officer Ross?
- Yeah, well, you know
- He met her once.
Right. And what about that number?
- Er, 44
- 31C.
- Anything?
- Nothing so far.
But then again,
we don't have much to go on.
It's almost like
she's some kind of ghost.
OK. Questions.
Erm
Who? How? Why?
Who would want to kill Rosa?
How did her body end up at the shack,
when we know it was locked up
from the time I left
to when the cleaner arrived?
And the big one -
why was her body there?
Could it be a message to you,
somehow, sir?
Or to the police?
Well, so far, there's
no personal connection
between us and this woman,
or anyone else in her world
here on this island,
nothing that explains
why she was in that shack.
Speaking of, have you thought about
where you're going to stay tonight?
Boss, you're more than welcome
to stay with us.
I mean, Mother would like that.
I mean, we could have some dinner,
have a game of dominoes after.
You know how to play, right?
I know the perfect place.
All settled in?
Oh. Yeah. The room's very nice.
Thank you, Catherine.
You sound surprised.
And the Wi-Fi is decent.
You don't by any chance
have an ironing service?
Don't push your luck, Mervin.
Mmm?
You know, I'm pleased
you're still with us.
If you need anything, anything at all,
except for ironing, etc,
I am here.
That's much appreciated, Catherine.
Also, what you did,
for my mother's case?
I won't forget that.
Selwyn!
How did it go?
Quite well.
They've offered me my job back.
SHE LAUGHS
Wow, that's excellent news,
Commissioner.
I'm so happy for you.
Ah! And how is the case going?
DS Thomas updated me off the record.
Yeah, well, we still have no idea
why the body was in the shack,
but we'll get there.
I have every faith.
If I understand correctly,
you'll be going once this is solved?
Well, short of a hurricane,
there's nothing stopping me, right?
I suppose not.
Mervin, go find a table.
I'll bring over a menu.
What about you?
A little champagne to celebrate?
Not right now. Thank you.
I understand.
They've treated you badly,
but in the end, Selwyn, you've won.
All right, mate.
I bet you didn't expect
to see me back so soon.
- Morning.
- Where's?
Oh, in the kitchen,
teaching my chef
how to make a full English.
I'll tell you what, Catherine,
your chef is the man!
I know. I hired him.
Oh, great timing, DS Thomas.
Come, sit.
So, I returned to the shack this morning
to see if I'd missed anything.
And I did.
An old postcard to DI Parker?
Yeah. It was back to front.
It definitely wasn't that way
when I left.
Why do you think that is?
Maybe the killer looked at it?
Why would they do that?
Currently, I haven't a scooby,
but from what I can see,
that was the only thing in the shack
that was out of place.
OK, let's dust it for prints,
see what that brings us.
My turn.
I ran a search on Rosa Martinez
with all the travel agencies,
in case we missed something.
Great minds.
And we did.
She had a plane ticket booked
to Belize last week.
- Why didn't she go?
- Don't know. But guess who booked it?
Sadie Jones.
Interesting.
I wonder why she was so keen
for Rosa to leave.
Getting anywhere?
Well, it's not a postcode.
Obviously not a phone number.
I mean, they number the turtle nests,
but they don't use letters.
So, short answer - No.
Well, you're doing all
the right things, so keep going.
By the way,
I have spoken to the Inspector
about your probation review,
and he said we will discuss it
once we've solved the case.
Awesome. Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Morning, campers.
- Ah! Good timing.
I've got two things for you
this morning.
One, the postmortem's in.
Confirms strangulation.
Time of death between 9am and 11am.
Now, the bruises
and lacerations to the head
was caused by a blunt object.
"Fragments of orange fibreglass
found lodged in the wound"?
What kind of object would that be?
Well, that's used for things
like surfboards and hot tubs.
It'd be insane
to have one of those here.
And the second thing?
I went via Stingray's bar this morning,
where Rosa and the other
volunteers were having drinks
the other night.
Hmm!
I looked at the CCTV and
- Naughty boy.
- Hmm!
I can explain.
It sort of happened, er, one night.
- We were helping Dorothy.
- A volunteer?
Leatherback turtle.
Feisty girl, but she's
got a heart of gold.
Anyway, she was caught in some netting.
One thing led to another, and we -
me and Rosa, that is -
started sleeping together,
every so often.
- Did Sadie know?
- I'm sure she does.
You know, our marriage
is pretty flexible.
Not for everyone, I know, but we go
by the rules of the animal kingdom.
Few species are naturally
monogamous, you realise.
But it works for most people,
though, doesn't it?
We know Sadie wanted Rosa to leave.
Was it about that?
No. No, no. Definitely not.
It turned out Rosa hadn't paid
for her stay with us,
but we sorted something.
Look, Officers,
I came here to see you today
because I just I didn't want you
wasting your time on me.
That's very considerate of you.
Thank you.
Let's see if your wife agrees.
SADIE: So?
"So?" Is that it?
You don't care?
So?
Callum sleeps with
the volunteers occasionally.
I mean, I do too, if I fancy.
We're not like most people.
It doesn't mean anything.
We know you bought her
a plane ticket back to Belize.
But that's got nothing to do
with Callum.
Rosa hadn't paid up, and on top of that,
she wouldn't give me her passport.
We need to ID-check all volunteers.
So I asked her to leave.
She said she didn't have any money,
so I bought her ticket.
But she didn't go.
She gave me some sob story
about why she couldn't go back,
some bad ex, so
SHE SIGHS
..I made an exception.
CALLUM: We're set.
How generous.
You know, I don't know why you're
asking me questions, Inspector.
Rosa's murder
has got nothing to do with us.
I'm not sure I believe her.
Me neither.
I wonder why Rosa was so keen
to hide her identity.
I don't know.
I suppose we've all got things
from our past
we'd rather people didn't find out.
Wait a minute.
Inspector!
MERVIN GRUNTS
Inspector, what are you doing?
I spent a lot of time
in care homes growing up.
Kids were always nicking your stuff.
So I would hide my precious things
between one of the slats
and the mattress.
And
HE GROANS
..bingo!
Leah Francis, 28,
born and raised in Dominica.
Only child of elderly parents -
both died in the last three years.
Worked as a journalist
for a news website
called Projects Classified, which
focuses on investigative stories.
Well, according to her boss,
she lives alone,
spent all her time working
and told him that she was here
researching something.
Working on a story.
Is that why she was killed?
But if that was the case,
why and how was her dead body
found inside the locked shack?
I've got it!
Not the answer
to that particular question,
but I think I know what the number is.
So, I've been drawing a blank
and then I thought,
"Think outside of the box," you know?
Just like you do, boss.
Now, look. The number is very faint,
like it's been washed off.
So what if it's not a C
..but
- ..an O?
- But what does that mean now?
So I was reading the research proposal
that Callum submitted to the council.
Now, biology was never my best subject.
What was, out of interest?
Lunch. Anyway, inside of it
is very interesting
because there is a map of the coast.
Now, all over Saint Marie,
there are ocean buoys
to help the boats navigate.
44310 is one of them.
That's smart work, Officer Rose.
It's a direct line
out from the conservancy.
But why did Leah have that number
written on her hand?
Well, it must be significant
to her investigation somehow.
They have a boat at the conservancy.
Are they using that to get out there?
- Might be a meeting place?
- Might be.
But now that we know that
Leah was, in fact, a journalist,
it's safe to assume
she wasn't stalking Estelle
but trying to get information.
Each time Estelle was on patrol,
it's in the night,
and Leah has circled her name.
- Why?
- Surely it's just a coincidence.
Estelle doesn't seem like the type
to be involved in anything dodgy.
Trust me.
Well, people can surprise you.
Remember that.
Now, according to the rota,
Estelle is on shift again tonight.
So, Officer Curtis, I want you and
Officer Rose to go down there,
scope the place out. Yeah?
OK. We could speak to
the coastguard on our way,
see if they've noticed anything dodgy.
Good plan. Update me
on how it goes, yeah?
- OK.
- I'll bring the snacks.
- What, you not like snacks?
- Come on!
GROANS: "Snacks"! Tcha! Hmph!
ON VIDEO: They'll return
to the same beach to nest.
- LEAH: - But how do they know?
- Well, the Earth's magnetic fields.
These little guys imprint
Good evening, Inspector.
to navigate back.
Commissioner.
What can I do for you?
Are you any further forward?
Not especially, no.
Sometimes taking a break
can help one look at things afresh.
What have you got in mind?
You cannot leave Saint Marie without
trying one of Winston's accras.
Here we go.
You know, they're
not too bad, to be fair.
He's had that stall for years,
and his father before that,
and his father before that.
Generations of Winstons going back
for as long as anyone can remember.
I always envied families like that,
growing up.
There's this boy I knew -
worked with his dad, a plumber.
Other kids dreamt about
being footballers.
But for me, that was it.
You never told me -
why did you decide to look
for your mother?
I spend my working life
trying to solve problems, yeah?
Getting to the bottom of things.
But outside of work
..there's always been this
question mark.
When I was little, I'd lie awake
thinking about my parents
..imagining we'd find
the same things funny
or like the same TV.
But it all felt empty.
And that emptiness has never gone away.
Coming here was about trying to
create some kind of
full stop, I guess.
And has it?
In some ways.
So is that it?
Now you've opened the door,
you simply close it and walk away?
Well, I know where I come from now.
I know who my mother was
and why she gave me up.
And that is important, of course,
but it's the past.
What about now?
EXHALES: I guess everything
goes back to how it was -
you know, eat, sleep, work, repeat.
And that's life, right?
- It's predictable.
- It doesn't have to be.
What do you mean?
I know you find our island somewhat
difficult and inconvenient.
Don't forget hot.
But I'm asking you to reconsider
your decision to go back to London.
Why?
Because I think you are not
at the end of your journey
..but at the beginning.
SEBASTIAN: Look.
Torchlight, down by the water.
You stay here, and I'll go check it out.
No, no, no, no. I got this.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Fine.
I'll make sure the coastguard
is in position.
DIALLING TONE
ELECTRONIC BEEP
All right.
Whoa!
- Oh! It's you.
- What are you doing?
I-I saw some lights on down here,
so I just wanted to check it out
in case we had any trespassers.
Does that happen often?
Er, last month or so, yeah.
That's why I've been doing
loads more night patrols.
Oh.
- Well, that explains it.
- Yeah.
Oh, the barrier's come loose.
Can you hold this torch for me?
Yeah. No worries.
Yeah. I'm just going to get
some wires to fix it.
- It's right over there.
- Right. Cool. Cool.
You're the best. I'll be one minute.
HE SIGHS
Where's she gone?
DARLENE: Four
minutes till the coastguard.
- What's happening, Seb?
- Oh, no.
Seb, talk to me.
I need some advice
on something, Mum.
Staying on Saint Marie,
on a more permanent basis.
Bad idea, right?
I mean, it just doesn't feel like
a good fit, you know?
Who's "S"?
I checked my mum's address book,
and it wasn't anyone she knew
on Saint Marie.
And I checked with
the Commissioner this morning,
and it wasn't him.
How about looking more into her life
in Antigua?
Could "S" be someone from there?
Yeah, possibly.
But that would mean opening up
a whole thing.
But it's bugging you, right?
I just thought I'd tied
everything up, you know?
Well, I'd pursue it.
At least you'll know.
DARLENE GROANS
What's wrong?
Seb hasn't turned up for work, and
now he's not answering his phone.
Maybe he just overslept.
He didn't. I just spoke to my niece,
who said her friend had seen him
at a bubble tea cafe at Port Royal.
SIGHS: It'll be about last night.
He messed up again.
He let the suspect go
and he was saying that
he had let you down.
Wait!
I'll go.
Boss! What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.
I knew it.
Knew what?
It was only a matter of time.
Thought I'd make it easier for you.
What are you talking about?
I'm not good at this.
I've been trying and trying,
and I'm still getting things wrong.
All right, tell me something.
Why did you choose this job?
Honestly?
My mother was like,
"Sebastian, get off of the sofa."
"Stop lazing around and
make something of your life."
All the jobs on the island,
I thought being a police officer
..looked kind of cool, you know?
And I was right. It IS cool.
For the first time in my life,
I'm doing something important.
You know?
It turns out
..I don't fit in.
- That's not true.
- It is true.
I've been doing this
for a few months now,
and it doesn't feel like
..I'm getting any better.
But you will, if you give it time,
like I did.
Word of advice -
stop trying to run.
Learn to walk first. Hmm?
But haven't I blown it?
No, Officer Rose,
you haven't blown it.
You deserve to pass your probation,
so don't worry on that score.
- Seriously?
- Seriously.
Look
HE SIGHS
..I know I haven't always shown it
..but I believe you can make
a great police officer,
because not only are you hard-working,
but you also care - a lot.
So don't give up. Yeah?
Thanks, boss.
OK, then, pineapple boy,
how do we recover this?
OK, so the boat wasn't moored
at the conservancy last night,
so maybe we can get a search warrant,
look for evidence and
bring Estelle in for questioning.
There we go!
SEBASTIAN SIGHS
Nothing so far.
You?
I guess we'd better head back.
- About earlier, I
- Look
You don't have to say anything.
Just promise that
you'll never do it again. OK?
I promise.
Wait.
Orange fibreglass.
Didn't we find traces in the wound
on the victim's head?
We need to find Estelle - and fast.
OK, Mrs Benito.
Thanks for your help. Cheers.
That was my mum's neighbour on Antigua.
Said a man named Solomon Clarke was
looking for her a few months ago.
Ex-pupil, apparently.
Neighbour told him she'd died.
So he came here to pay his respects.
Seems so.
But that's mystery solved.
Case closed. That's it.
I guess so.
SEBASTIAN CLEARS HIS THROA
Well, look what the tide brought in!
Not only did you mislead our officer
and evade questioning,
but we strongly suspect that
the victim was on that boat
the night before she was killed.
So we'll ask you again -
what are you up to?
You're asking the wrong person.
OK. Right.
Well, in that case,
let's just wind this up.
DS Thomas, do you fancy going for
lunch at that place across the road?
I wonder if the special is on.
Is that it? We're done?
Yeah, well, we gave you a chance
to give your side of the story,
but if you don't want to cooperate,
that's your decision.
Might lead to a harsher sentence, but
Wait.
She said I could lose my job
if I didn't help.
With what?
Selling turtle eggs
..on the black market.
No point holding out on us, Sadie.
Estelle told us everything.
So come on. You ship the eggs
out on the boat,
you sell them to the traffickers,
who take them over to Dominica,
where they're exported around the world.
To be eaten in restaurants
or sold on as pets.
Their shells and oil used for cosmetics.
A tidy little racket.
We know you've got form.
What we can't understand is why.
You were struggling financially.
Was that the reason?
Six months ago,
we were about to go bankrupt.
It was just a few shipments
to start with -
just some quick cash
to get us on our feet.
But I couldn't stop.
Does Callum know?
Of course not.
He would never forgive me.
So why would you jeopardise
your relationship like that?
Because the alternative was worse.
Before I came here, I was in a bad way.
Our lives now
..it's more than I could
ever have dreamt.
Without the shipments,
we wouldn't survive.
- Rosa was a serious threat, then.
- What do you mean?
We found fragments of fibreglass
in a wound on her head.
They match the boathook, which,
presumably, you hit her with.
She was on the boat that night,
wasn't she?
She discovered what you'd been doing,
- and that's why you killed her.
- Of course I didn't!
Look, I
I was due to make a shipment that night,
and she must have snuck on somehow.
I was waiting for the pick-up
out at sea.
By the buoy, number 44310?
Yeah, that's
That's where we always met.
And then I heard a noise
..and I found her taking photos.
What are you doing?
She said that she was a journalist,
that she'd found a lead in Dominica.
I tried to grab her phone,
but she wouldn't give it to me.
No. No!
So is that when you hit her
over the head with the boathook?
I didn't mean to.
She went to dive in.
I grabbed the hook to block her,
but hit her by accident.
She was injured.
I tried to save her,
but it was too late.
I thought she'd drowned.
Rosa! Rosa!
But she didn't drown, did she?
She somehow made her way back to shore,
where you found her
and finished the job.
Look, you can say what
you want about me, Inspector,
but I am not a murderer.
Both you and Estelle Laroche
will be facing charges
for illegal trafficking,
and you personally, Sadie,
for aggravated assault.
But even if Sadie did kill her,
why travel 12km round the coast
to dump her body in the shack?
And we know I locked
it up at 9.30, yeah?
Brought the keys directly here.
- Mm-hm.
- And there was no sign of forced entry.
So how did the body end up in there?
Then, of course, there's this.
Who touched it and why?
Can't know for sure, sir.
We only got partial prints.
Right, erm, let's take five.
I'm going to go for a walk.
I need some thinking time.
Inspector, where are you off to?
I was going for a walk,
hoping to find some inspiration.
Hopefully, you will have more success
in your other investigation.
Into the mysterious "S".
Oh, yeah.
Case closed -
some guy called Solomon Clarke.
An ex-pupil of my mum's, apparently.
Lives in Antigua.
- Did you speak to him?
- No.
I haven't got time to listen
to rose-tinted stories
from some random stranger,
not when I'm leaving.
So you've decided?
I'm sorry, Commissioner, but I
I just don't fit in here.
It's like this case.
Nothing fits. It's like
all the pieces are there,
but they're back to front.
Back to front?
What if it's what I've been doing?
Thinking the killer looked at this,
when, actually, it was the victim?
But why?
Wh-what could she possibly?
The address, perhaps?
Of course.
Well, if she needed the address,
that explains everything.
I locked it all up.
There was no-one here when I left.
SADIE: I tried to grab her
phone, but she wouldn't give it to me.
She went overboard.
Callum sleeps with
the volunteers occasionally.
I mean, I do too, if I fancy.
Are we done here?
Because I've got to finish up,
otherwise I'll get in trouble.
NAOMI: She worked as a journalist.
DARLENE: Told him she
was researching something.
Commissioner, you are a genius.
It has been said.
NAOMI: Sir.
Ah, Callum.
Thanks for joining us.
SCOFFS: This is bloody outrageous.
Is it?
We know it was you that killed Leah.
- Huh? - Are you kidding me?
- It's all lies.
- Take a seat.
- Let's remind him, shall we?
Callum's phone.
It's all there.
After being discovered by Sadie
on the boat
during her meeting with the traffickers,
Sadie attacked Leah,
causing her to go into the sea.
She swam to shore, waking up
the next morning
on the beach where the shack is.
Her clothes weren't wet,
so the heat of the sun
must have dried them off.
Dehydrated, and disoriented from the
head wound inflicted by Sadie,
Leah headed up the beach
towards the shack -
the only building there.
Thinking it was deserted,
she entered via the open veranda doors
just after I was taking
my case out to the taxi.
She must have been half-delirious
because she didn't hear me.
If she called out,
I didn't hear anything.
When I came back in, she must have
been in the bathroom getting water.
Now, the one thing that was
out of place in the shack
..was this postcard.
But who had handled it -
the victim or the killer?
Testing for fingerprints
proved inconclusive.
But then I remembered the question
wasn't so much the who but the why.
It was Leah, the victim,
that turned the postcard around
to see the address of the shack,
so that she could let the one person
she thought she could trust
know where she was -
you, Callum.
One of the really baffling things
about this case was,
how did the killer enter
the locked shack
without leaving any signs
of a forced entry?
Well, now we know.
It was Leah that let you in.
We never found Leah's phone
because you must have taken it.
But this is yours.
Officer Curtis checked and found
lots of texts back and forth,
evidence of your affair
and a phone call at 9.45am
from Leah's phone
on the morning of her murder,
presumably to tell you where she was.
So you jumped in the Jeep
and headed to the shack.
You must have seen
the state she was in.
Thanks for coming.
Even though she was a smart young woman,
she was exhausted, vulnerable.
Hey, hey, hey. It'll be OK.
- She tried to kill me!
- I'll sort it, I promise.
Did she tell you what happened
with Sadie?
For God's sake! If you did it,
you need to tell them.
It'll make things easier
in the long run.
Erm
All right. Yes.
Yes, she did.
She told me who she really was, how
she'd been working on this story.
And how did that make you feel?
Well, I didn't believe her at first,
that Sadie could do this to me.
But then she showed me the photos.
She was going to blow everything.
She said she'd keep my name
out of it, but
I couldn't let that happen.
It wasn't just about that, was it?
You went to great lengths to cover
up your true feelings for Leah.
Sadie knew you felt differently
about Leah,
which is why she tried
to make her leave.
But you must have stopped that
from happening.
Point-blank refused to get rid of her.
That's not just a meaningless fling.
You were in love with her, weren't you?
Yeah.
Er I
I asked her to make a choice.
If she cared for me at all,
she wouldn't publish the story.
But she wouldn't budge. Right?
I'm sorry. I have to do it.
I thought she was interested in my work.
She was only with me
to find out information.
Not entirely correct, Callum.
You see, she trusted you enough
to call you,
but from what we learned about Leah,
her work always came first.
She lied to me.
You're clearly used to getting
your own way
in this little kingdom
you've built for yourself.
But this time, someone made you
feel like a fool.
You used me!
So what did you do?
You strangled her.
You stood there,
taking in what you've done.
You must have gone to lock
the front door
in case anyone interrupted you.
We didn't find any prints,
so evidently you wiped them off.
But then someone did interrupt -
the cleaner.
You were moments away
from being caught red-handed.
But you took a risk.
You took Leah's phone
and hid behind the door
when the cleaner came in.
In her horror of discovering
Leah's dead body,
she didn't notice you slipping out.
You then headed back here
to the conservancy,
thinking you'd gotten away with it,
leaving us to wonder,
how was Leah killed in the shack
that was locked
from the moment the Inspector left
to the time the cleaner came
about an hour later?
It was a case that had us all
scratching our heads.
But we got there in the end.
We always do.
You stole the life
of a young woman
..all for the sake of pride.
Now that the truth is out,
I hope that Leah can rest easier.
Officer Curtis.
Callum Jones
..I'm arresting you
for the murder of Leah Francis.
SPEECH FADES
- Evening, all!
- Ah, Catherine.
- No Inspector?
- Er, he's just finishing up.
What can I get you?
What's your fanciest cocktail?
How about Goombay Smash?
It has a real kick to it.
Wow! I don't know what that is,
but I'll take two of them.
What? I'm celebrating.
I get to spend even more time
with the both of you.
You suck-up, you!
Go on, then. I'll join you.
Me too. Thanks, Catherine.
Your table!
There you are. Sit down.
I'll bring you a round.
I I
I won't be staying.
You were never going to accept,
were you?
No.
After you fought so hard.
Why?
I don't know,
but it felt wrong to say yes.
Too much has happened, and right now,
I can't see a way to get back
to how things were.
So, you will go see Andrina.
And after that?
Who knows?
Promise me you will look after yourself.
And them.
Of course.
Promise me this isn't farewell
..but au revoir.
Mm-hm.
Au revoir, then, my friend.
Hmm?
One more stop on the way.
- Commissioner.
- Congratulations, Inspector.
Thank you.
Right, well, now I've
wrapped this thing up,
I can finally leave
with a clear conscience.
I suppose I give these
to you now, right?
That depends.
On what?
Earlier today,
I took the liberty
of contacting Solomon Clarke.
Oh Right.
Why?
Because you are still here.
- Yeah, but for the next 12 hours
- And that door is still open.
Look, Commissioner,
I have no intention
Perhaps I overstepped,
but I thought it was important
not to let an opportunity
like this pass you by.
OK.
Look, Commissioner, with respect, as
I said, I am done here. All right?
I believe this might change your mind.
This is Solomon's number.
- You should call it.
- Look, Commissioner,
- I don't want this.
- Mervin
..he's your brother.
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