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My mum was in labour for 30 hours when she had me.

She always said I didn't want to come out

because I knew what was waiting for me -

like I knew I wouldn't fit in.

♪ Crying... ♪

Growing up,

I was the kind of kid who'd sit in the shade

doing puzzles...

...instead of playing out, messing with my brother.

♪ That's why I... ♪

After school, my mum would get annoyed

I was more interested in doing homework than helping her.

♪ I don't cry. ♪

Benjamin, I thought I told you to keep an eye out.

Go and get the chair.

♪ That why I... ♪

My stepdad was a bit more patient...

Hey.

...but not much.

Hey, guys.

♪ Laughing

♪ Laughing sometimes does somebody some good somehow... ♪

Then, as I got older,

I started to accept that there was something inside me that was...

...different to them.

I'm not sure about this, man.

Get in the car.

Police, where are you calling from?

There's a stolen car dumped out at the waste ground

near Baho Point.

And instead of doing what they did...

...I realised I wanted to do something positive

with my life.

♪ Loving... ♪

I just didn't know what.

♪ Loving never did me no good no how

♪ No how... ♪

Then my answer came.

♪ That's why I

♪ Can't love you now

♪ That's why I

♪ Can't love you now. ♪

Now, I'm not saying it was fate intervening,

but it just felt like... something was calling me.

Now, there are many different things

that make a good police officer,

but what it comes down to, most of all, is respect.

Yes, for your community, which is all of you, of course,

but first and foremost,

yourself.

I'll tell you now, the last thing I ever thought I'd be in life

was a police officer.

The day Sergeant Hooper spoke to us,

what he said, it just made sense.

So what did you think?

And when I completed training...

...I've never felt so proud of myself.

♪ So why am I

♪ Lying now. ♪

And, in the morning,

I've got my first shift here with the team on Saint Marie.

And I can't wait!

Afternoon, everybody

this here is Officer Brice,

and he will be starting with you all tomorrow.

Ah!

And the reason I'm telling you all this, making this post,

which is... something I never do,

is because I want you to know that if you're feeling lost,

you don't need to go through what I did...

...you just need to find your purpose in life, like me,

and once you do...

...nobody can take that away from you.

Morning, Darlene. Good morning, Sarge.

Benjamin settling in alright?

He, um...

...isn't here yet, actually.

Really?

I thought he'd be early for his first shift.

I guess he's only a few minutes late.

Honore Police Station. Officer Curtis speaking.

I'm sorry,

where is this exactly?

Route de la Forestiere.

He's definitely wearing a police uniform.

Let me try and explain it to you.

So basically what I'm doing is

ordering all the food I need for the coming week,

so that when I get home tomorrow,

the lively people at the supermarket will deliver it

to my flat.

I know, right? Technology, eh?

Maybe one day, such advancements will make their way to Saint Marie.

Though, going by experience, between me and you,

I wouldn't bank on it.

Right then, that's me out of here.

Nice knowing you, little man, but London is calling.

Yeah, all black cabs in London

are fitted with air-con nowadays.

You guys should definitely consider upgrading.

Excuse me, excuse me, pullover.

Pullover, please.

Just wait here a sec, yeah?

Officer Curtis.

Inspector, what are you doing here?

I was just passing through, on my way back to London.

Hm.

What's going on here?

It's our new recruit, Benjamin.

He was cycling in for his first shift.

We're not sure what happened because we've just arrived,

but, um, a jogger called us just gone 8 am.

She saw Benjamin lying down there, after seeing the bike.

The tyre's twisted, so he probably hit a pothole

and then went flying over the side there,

but we're not... No helmet?

Not that I noticed.

Inspector, is that your taxi for the airport?

Oh, yeah.

I was hoping to get away without saying goodbye. Look...

No reason to hang around. We've got this covered.

Why don't you just go and catch your flight?

Sorry about...

Yeah.

Is everything alright, Inspector?

It's the bicycle clip.

I'm sorry? The bi...

Look, he doesn't want to wear a helmet -

that's OK, that's his choice - he's just not that kind of guy.

But at the same time he is that kind of guy

who chooses to wear bicycle clips.

I mean, does that tally with you?

Thank you.

Inspector? I wasn't... expecting you.

I'm just passing through.

I've got a plane to catch, so let's make this quick, yeah?

It's a pleasure to see you too, sir.

What did the paramedics say?

Benjamin must have come off his bike

at the top of the ravine.

It's looking like an accident.

They think he must have banged his head on a rock,

which has caused a fatal traumatic head injury.

The other bicycle clip.

Dirt in his fingernails.

But only in one hand.

Do you mind if I ...?

What are you thinking, sir?

It just seems odd

that someone sensible enough to wear bicycle clips

doesn't also wear a helmet,

especially if that person carries a bicycle pump

and repair kit in their rucksack.

But Officer Brice wasn't wearing a helmet, sir.

As far as we know.

Until you can explain where his helmet got to,

and why it got there, I'd say, at the very least,

this should be treated as suspicious.

I'd better update the Commissioner.

Yeah, and if I were you,

I'd get Officer Brice's bike to the lab ASAP,

and check the GPS on his phone,

and give a thorough search of the area.

Just keep me updated, yeah? Text me or something.

Well, uh... Bye, sir. Have a safe...

..flight.

Hm!

Yeah, I'm definitely going to miss him.

Thank you for joining us, Officer Hooper.

Sir, if we're treating Officer Brice's death as suspicious,

we shouldn't rule out the family as possible suspects.

They all have criminal records.

They all had a strained relationship with him.

And... they quite frankly hated that he joined the police.

How are you doing?

Sorry, Commissioner, DS Thomas.

All of this has... has thrown me.

I only met Benjamin yesterday for the first time, JP,

but all he could talk about was you

and how much you did to help him.

He was a good kid.

Let's go speak with them.

Yeah.

So, Paulette, you said that

Benjamin left the house at 7:30 this morning?

Yeah, for sure he did.

I saw him.

He was all dressed up in that uniform you gave him.

And was he wearing a cycling helmet?

I didn't see. His body was found

halfway between your home address and the police station,

and GPS confirms he appears to have come off his bike

15 minutes after he left, at 7:45.

Were you still at home at that time?

Why are you asking me that?

Because we haven't ruled out that your son's death

was intended, and we need to make sure

you can all be accounted for.

I was having breakfast on my veranda.

I'm sure somebody see me.

Were you there as well, Mr Clarke?

I was here for a delivery at 7:30,

until gone 8:00.

I was with my girl. She'll confirm.

The alarm went off quarter to eight.

She had to get up for work.

So I guess it wasn't one of us that did this,

despite the implication.

Can any of you think of any reason

why someone would want to harm Benjamin?

Be real. Of course not.

You knew him, right? Benjamin was a softie.

He never upset nobody. It's got to have been...

..an accident.

Excuse me. I'd better take this.

Officer Curtis, is everything alright?

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm afraid he's back.

Is that the Commissioner? Mm-hm.

Put him on speaker-phone.

Maybe... you don't do this in London,

but over here there's a word we like to use,

and it's called "please".

Officer Curtis, please could you get the Commissioner on speaker phone?

Commissioner?

Your man, Officer Brice,

I think he left a little message.

"Airam"?

It's "Maria", backwards.

Oh, um, Sergeant JP Hooper.

I recruited Benjamin.

Oh, right, yeah. My condolences.

Thank you.

He was going to make a fine officer.

Alright, so I checked the victim's email

and phone, but there's no-one with the name Maria I can find,

nor on his social media either.

Well, I'm heading back to Jamaica.

I can drop by, check in with the family,

see if they recognise it.

Not that I trust much of what they say.

And, uh, if you can keep me updated...

I want to know who it was that did this.

Don't you worry, honey.

Right.

Can't this thing go any faster? Just leave it be, sir.

It's fine as it is. OK?

So the message was under his body.

He's got dirt in his fingernails on one hand.

So he wrote that...

...then he rolled onto it to obscure it from view.

But why would he do that?

The only thing I can think of

is somebody else was there and he didn't want them to see it...

...which makes me think more than ever

that Officer Brice was murdered.

Yeah. Someone hit him over the head,

then staged it to look like an accident.

So if we're going to work out who killed him and why,

I think, in some way,

Benjamin Brice has already given us the answer.

Sorry, um...

You just said "we"?

Yeah, I did just say that, didn't I?

Well, I've missed my flight now.

And I'm here.

So does that mean that you're actually going to stay

and help us... solve the case, sir?

Yes, I am.

No, no, sir, it's all good.

Yeah, I reckon just a few more days,

the case will be solved and I'm out of here.

Oh, thanks very much, sir, I appreciate it.

Alright, will do.

So you're definitely staying with us a bit longer, then?

Yeah, looks like it.

Bet that's made your day, hasn't it?

Actually, I'm glad you're giving us your time on this.

Officer Brice deserves all we can give him.

Yeah, well, he was a police officer.

One of us, right?

That matters.

Anyway, on the upside,

I get to spend a bit more time with... Larry.

I'm sorry, who?

It's just this lizard that runs about the place.

I call him Larry.

Oh, you mean Harry.

Sorry, what?

The lizard. His name's Harry.

Harry?

Harry. Harry?

Harry.

You don't think Larry has a better ring to it?

Larry the lizard sounds more like a children's cartoon character,

don't you think?

If you say so. It's not just me.

Like, everyone calls him Harry. Everyone?

Alright, then, Harry it is.

Glad we got that ironed out.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Who calls a lizard Harry?

No, what's happened is I placed the order

while I was still abroad, you see

and then my plans got changed.

That's why your delivery guy is sat outside

with no-one answering the door.

Yeah, no, I hear what you're saying.

Thing is, I was meant to be at home when it arrived,

but I'm still stuck here in the Caribbean.

Yeah, I know it was premature of me, but...

Hello?

Are you still there?

Everything alright, sir?

I placed a supermarket order online.

You know what that is, right?

Of course. We have online shopping here as well.

For real? Anyway, I wanted to cancel,

but I forgot the UK are ahead, so now I'm stuck...

You know, you really need to stop acting

like we're living in the past here.

You're right. Because all police stations nowadays

are made of wood, right?

What the...?!

Darlene? When did this happen?

Last night, after choir practice,

the pastor was returning to his car

when he noticed torchlight in the station.

He went to check it out. In the process,

he must have disturbed whoever it was.

Anything taken?

I don't think so, but they were definitely looking for something.

They even tried to break in to the evidence store,

but they didn't manage to get in.

This must be connected, though, right?

To Officer Brice's murder.

More than that.

I'd say it's actually starting to make some sense.

How do you mean?

Officer Brice was on his way to this station

to start his very first shift, right?

He didn't make it. Someone made sure he never arrived,

which makes me think there's something right here in this station

that they didn't want him to find out.

And whoever killed him must have panicked

that we'd start looking and discover it ourselves,

so they broke in and tried to take it, whatever "it" is.

I might know... what that could be.

So, the intruder was searching

through hard copies of the evidence file.

Dwayne mentioned an informant that he used to use.

Officer Brice's mum was a grass? Mm-hm.

She used to give information on local criminals,

but it is the last section that you need to look at.

Paulette got Karlus arrested

for selling counterfeit goods.

He got six months in prison.

She grassed on her own son. Exactly that.

It's all there in black and white, so I can't really deny it, can I?

Why did you set up your own son?

He was stepping on my toes, professionally speaking.

How do you mean? It's a small island.

Only room for so many people to do what I do.

And Karlus was encroaching.

And what exactly is it you do, Mrs Brice?

Let's call it retail.

That sound alright to you?

It's close enough, I suppose.

So how did you feel when Benjamin joined the police?

I mean, it's a bit of a departure from your family business.

Were you worried that he might find this,

discovering you got Karlus sent to jail?

If Karlus found out that y... I'm not afraid of that boy.

But you made sure he never found out.

And he still doesn't know? No.

And you're right - I'd prefer to keep it that way.

But if you think it's me that killed Benjy,

my own son,

just to stop him finding out what a bad mother

I've been to his brother...

...then you need to go and have a chat with yourselves.

But it's not just that, is it?

If Benjamin had found this and told his brother what you'd done,

the word's out, and that wouldn't do your reputation

much good at all. And I think there's a whole bunch of people

out there who'd feel very betrayed

if they found out you'd grassed them up.

OK, thanks, Darlene.

I'll update the inspector... now.

Wherever he may be.

Hmm.

Well, you know, just goes off and does whatever.

Yeah, bye.

All three suspects' alibis have checked out,

so if it was one of them that did it,

I guess we're left asking... how?

Is that helping, sir? What if all this is connected

to a past case involving someone called Maria?

Some new evidence or a crime that was never solved,

and that's why Benjamin was killed -

to stop him discovering what that was?

13 cases in total, all involving a Maria in some way.

Plus... a new set of station keys for you.

You want to share these out, sir?

We'd be happy to get stuck in.

No, you're alright. I don't really know what it is

I'm looking for, to be honest with you. But thanks anyway.

OK.

Have a good evening.

- Night, sir. - Night.

Oh, the Commissioner wants you to know

Catherine is organising a vigil tomorrow afternoon

outside the station for the local community

to remember Benjamin. Of course. I'll be there.

OK. Night. Night.

What the...?

Commissioner,

why am I looking at a case file with my mother's name on it?

I assumed you would have asked

or looked into your mother's death in some way.

Well, I - I just thought it was ill health or something.

I mean, she wasn't old. I know that.

I just didn't think it was worth finding out.

But now?

Well, something's happened to her, right?

Otherwise there wouldn't be a file in your police station

with her name on it.

Do you want me to tell you?

Honestly?

I'd rather we just found a pub somewhere

with some decent air-con and maybe the football on, but...

...yeah, I guess.

Tell me.

It was an accident.

About four months ago.

Your mother had been caring for her father for a while.

He had dementia.

When he eventually passed away,

she decided to scatter his ashes at sea.

So she took his boat that morning

from this harbour,

and...

...a storm came in,

hard and fast.

She was about a mile and a half out to sea

in a small fishing boat. She didn't...

She didn't stand a chance...

...I'm sorry to say.

Are you OK?

Mm.

Just feels a bit... strange, you know?

Hearing someone talk about her.

Makes her feel real.

Is that a bad thing?

So what am I going to find in this file?

Coroner's report, police statement, postmortem.

The pathologist was over from Guadeloupe

on holiday cover.

Her name was Maria Dumar.

That is why it came up in the search.

Are there any photographs in it?

No. I've checked.

Right, then.

OK.

That's, um... Yeah.

Uh...

I'll, um...

...leave you to your evening, yeah?

Thank you.

Alright, Larry?

Er, sorry, I mean Harry.

Here you go, sir.

Oh, cheers, mate.

Mm!

Morning, Inspector. Sorry to interrupt your breakfast.

No, no, it's all good.

Just trying out this new online delivery service,

now I know you guys have got one. Fancied a bacon sarnie.

Oh, hang on...

What kind of bacon is this anyway?

Caribbean bacon?

I think it's just bacon bacon, sir.

No, trust me, whatever this is, this ain't bacon bacon.

Do you want to chuck that breakfast in his face,

or shall I?

No...

Have you got something for me?

Last night, I remembered something

from when Officer Brice came to the station

the day before he was due to start work.

He was shown around the place, where his desk is,

and there were some papers

he put in his desk drawer that day.

An address, times of the day.

What are these?

Ground plans to a property?

These are plans for some kind of burglary or robbery.

Exactly that.

Benjamin had discovered a robbery was about to take place.

Past tense.

Had already happened, just over a year ago.

Some jewellery, cash and a handbag was taken.

The perpetrator was arrested.

An old-time criminal called Clendon Sealey.

Mm-hm, go on.

We've got the handbag back. Nothing of value was in it,

but the cash and jewellery was never recovered.

It was worth about, what, $2,000?

Tragically, the homeowner,

Eudora James, died of a heart attack that same night.

So the handbag has been in our evidence store ever since.

When we originally investigated,

it was always suspected that Clendon committed the burglary

on behalf of a third party.

And there's one other set of fingerprints

on those documents apart from Benjamin's.

What is it you think it is that this proves?

That you're connected to the burglary

at the house on Rue de San Mar.

And we think Officer Brice, your stepson,

was going to raise this with us.

And that's why I killed him, to stop him from reporting me?

Take a seat.

I'll stand, thanks.

Firstly, I wouldn't do that.

I always got on with Ben.

And he, I think he liked me. And secondly,

there's some big leaps you're making there,

Detective Sergeant. Let's start with the burglary.

No-one has ever accused me of that before now.

I mean, are you actually arresting me for that?

Not at the moment, no.

If there's not enough to arrest me on,

it certainly doesn't seem like something worth killing over.

Does it to you?

It's not that simple, is it, Damon? And you know that.

Because now we know what's what about the burglary,

we're just going to keep digging.

Got an officer back at the station doing just that, as we speak.

And in time, I'm sure more evidence will accrue.

Cos you know what? It always does.

And at that point, I'd be worried if I were you.

Just had the police round. Something tells me

they're going to be heading your way very soon.

Alright, Antoine. Thank you for all your help.

Inspector, Sarge. That's good timing.

Now, I was looking into the burglary

and I realised that Karlus Brice

would have been in prison the same time as Clendon Sealey.

Now, there may not be anything in that but...

Maybe there is.

There definitely is, and it's juicy.

I mean real juicy.

Go on.

So, the woman who does my nails, Fabienne,

her sister's daughter's boyfriend is a prison officer.

So I called him and asked

whether Karlus Brice ever crossed paths

with Clendon Sealey while he was inside.

And it turns out that Karlus made a beeline for Clendon

as soon as he arrived,

clearly wanting to make a friend of him.

And do we know why?

I tell you why.

If you want.

There's a lot of misinformation flying about that prison, so

how about I give you the official version of events?

Yes, I admit, it's true - me and Clendon

looked out for each other when I was serving time,

but me never seek out his friendship like some say.

The thing just happened.

My contact is pretty reliable,

and he said that there was something Clendon knew

that you wanted him to share with you,

some information. What kind of information?

We don't know. That's why we're asking you.

I'm telling you, I don't know what it is you're talking about.

You're lying. No, I'm not.

Yes, you... OK.

What about the fact that we have evidence

connecting your stepfather to the same burglary

Clendon Sealey was arrested for? Is that just a coincidence?

Well, I don't know anything about that.

You'd have to ask my stepfather.

You're lying again. I can't be bothered with this.

Why are you saying that for, man? Cos when people lie,

they either say too much or too little.

You're saying diddly-squat.

Well, you can think what you want, but I'm telling you I'm not.

What's he gone over there for?

I'm making some tea,

which is better use of my time than talking to you.

Is he always like this?

You were saying?

Look, I'm not denying that Clendon and I became acquaintances

in prison, but I swear on my life

there was nothing more to it than that. Now,

is there anything more that you...? No, we're done here.

You can see yourself out.

Right.

Well, um...

I appreciate you

for giving me the chance to, uh, set the story straight.

You all have a good evening, now.

You know, sir, I can't lie...

I really enjoyed that.

If your contact is right,

and there was something Karlus wanted from Clendon Sealey,

it's got to be connected to the Eudora James burglary, right?

Then it must be the missing cash and jewellery.

They were never recovered.

But that doesn't explain the break-in here at the station.

The stolen cash and jewellery aren't here.

And even if they were, it's only $2,000. Hardly worth the risk.

And this heat doesn't help.

Ah, people are gathering for the vigil.

We should head out. Coming, Inspector?

It's the handbag.

It's got to be the handbag.

Officer Curtis,

what do we know about Eudora James?

She's local, a widow, wealthy,

and a bit lonely, I gather.

And the only thing currently at this station that was stolen

from her house is the handbag, right?

But there was nothing of value in it,

so we put it in the evidence room.

Keys to the evidence store.

Key to the evidence store...?

Please?

There it is.

There are no two ways about it.

This is a sad and solemn day indeed, for all of us.

I know that many of you here

never even got to meet Officer Benjamin Brice.

And although he was at the very start of his career,

I have no doubt he would have made a fine officer

who would have given his all to his community.

I'd like us all now

to share in a moment of silence

in which we can honour

and remember...

...the deceased.

Yeah, that doesn't sound good.

He's turned the fan up to full, hasn't he?

I think you're right.

It was fine where it was.

Commissioner, I think the electric's gone.

I mean, like, everything.

Inspector?

The repairman can't get here for a couple of days,

so I asked him to invoice you,

care of the Metropolitan Police, London.

Hang on, it's not my fault you've got a dodgy fan.

If you had decent air-con fitted,

like everyone else in the world does,

instead of some antique ceiling fan from the 1920s...

I mean, all I did was turn the thing up a couple of notches...

Please...

...do shut up,

Inspector.

I don't mean to pry, but is the murder case linked

to Eudora James' burglary? It's just, I knew her a little.

For real?

Yeah, she lived not far from me.

She was elderly, so I kept an eye on her.

What about the burglary? Do you know anything about that?

Not much, but I was at the hospital with her when she passed.

And did you speak with her?

She was very confused, not herself.

Although she kept saying something about someone called Maria.

She definitely said "Maria"?

Yes.

She was asking where Maria was.

I didn't know who she meant.

There's no-one in her family called Maria.

I knew it!

The answer to all this lies inside Eudora James's handbag.

Her handbag? It's the only thing in this station

that's connected to the burglary,

and the fact that she was talking about Maria that very night.

Whoever killed Benjamin,

then broke into this station,

did it because of something to do with this handbag.

You think there's something of value there?

Nothing that I can see.

Um, knitting needle and wool,

glasses case with glasses...

...pillbox - empty,

envelope - empty.

Shopping list on the other side.

Purse, also empty.

Hair clip, old phat...

Oh, it's her husband.

He passed before her.

Why would anyone break in to this station,

let alone commit murder, for any of these items?

Don't know, sir.

I don't know.

Good morning, Officer Curtis, DS Thomas.

Sergeant Hooper. This is unexpected.

Yes, I have some meetings on Saint Marie

so I thought I'd come in early to check in,

see if we're any closer to finding Benjamin's killer.

Um, not any closer, I'm afraid, sir.

Is the Commissioner here? I thought I'd catch him.

There's something that I need to talk to him about.

He's actually on his way over now for an update.

Actually,

where's the inspector?

This is what I mean.

He always just goes off on his own and does whatever.

Inspector, DS Thomas here.

Just wondering, where are you?

So do you want to tell us

how you're getting on with the case, sir?

All three suspects have alibis,

so if it was one of them that killed Benjamin,

we don't know how they did it.

We've still no idea what it was they were trying to steal

from the station. And on top of that,

we've no clue why Benjamin wrote Maria backwards before he died.

Apart from that, swimmingly.

Hang on.

Boats have names.

Er, yes...?

The answer to all this lies inside Eudora James' handbag.

If it was a boat,

why would they break in to the station?

Because the boat was in the station.

That's what they wanted.

Envelope, shopping list on the other side.

Why would anyone want to break in to this station

for any of these items?

Certainly doesn't seem like something worth killing over.

But, Inspector, there are no boats inside our station.

Yes, there is. 100% there is.

Just not the kind you're thinking of.

Which leaves me asking one question... How?

They think he must have banged his head on a rock.

No helmet?

Paulette got Karlus arrested.

She grassed on her own son?

He got six months in prison.

Karlus was encroaching.

I'm not denying that Clendon and I became acquaintances.

One of them definitely did it.

But whichever one it was,

how can they be in two places at the exact same time?

I was having breakfast on my veranda.

I was with my girl. I was here for a delivery.

Anyway, I wanted to cancel it, but I forgot the UK are ahead.

That's how!

Sir?

Officer Curtis, I want you to go and get a search warrant.

For one of our suspects?

Someone else. DS Thomas,

we need to go and get some fingerprints checked,

and I need to make a phone call to a guy I know in Kentish Town.

He'll say for definite if I'm right about this.

Right about what? And what guy?!

And where is Kentish Town?

London. Where do you think?!

You've come over to our ways of doing things, then?

Not really, no.

I'd still rather just write it up,

but I don't seem to have much of a choice, do I?

Inspector?

OK.

I'm going to start by making a statement of fact -

that Benjamin Brice, had he been given the chance,

would have excelled at being a police officer.

Sergeant Hooper was bang on the money

when he recruited him all those months ago.

He saw something in him, and now I see it too.

And how do I know this?

Because Officer Benjamin Brice was smart.

I mean really smart.

And even under immense pressure,

he was able to keep his cool and let his brain do the work.

This is a message Benjamin left for us.

"Airam." It's actually Maria written backwards in the mud.

Now, we've been all round the houses

trying to work out what this meant.

But now, finally, we know.

And it all comes back to the contents of Eudora James's handbag

that was taken in the robbery.

Is that a shopping list? Yeah, you're right, it is.

Scribbled on the back of an envelope.

But you already know that, don't you?

You all do. And you also know

what's on the other side.

This Saint Marie stamp.

It's old.

1930s, to be more accurate.

Had to phone a mate of mine who knows more about these things

to confirm my suspicions. You see, when I first saw this,

I thought it was just upside dawn.

But it wasn't.

It's the image of the boat

in the centre of the stamp that was upside down.

It's a misprint.

Only five of them were ever issued, all by mistake.

The last one that came up for auction

sold for just shy of a million dollars.

And do you know what it's called, this little stamp?

For those in the know, it's called "the inverted Maria",

and that's why Benjamin wrote Maria inverted in the mud.

He knew it wouldn't quite make sense at first,

but he trusted that we, his fellow police officers,

would not only realise

that this wasn't the name of his killer

but that we would pursue this case doggedly, as we do,

until we worked out what he was trying to tell us -

that this extremely valuable

antique stamp was in the evidence store,

sitting in Eudora's handbag

at our very own police station in Honore.

Paulette,

I think this whole thing started with you.

Because having now dusted this envelope

for fingerprints - guess what? - we found yours on it.

Now, we'll never know exactly how and when

you found out about the stamp, but there are things we do know.

We know Eudora James was a widow,

wealthy and a bit lonely.

And so we think you inveigled your way into her life,

maybe not fully sure when you'd get some money off her, but...

...once you gained her trust,

we think she confided in you about this stamp,

and that's when your plan was formed.

Together, you and Damon recruited Clendon Sealey,

an experienced burglar,

to steal the stamp from her handbag.

But that all went south when Eudora James woke up,

called the police,

and Clendon Sealey was arrested shortly after.

That's why you arranged for Karlus to go to prison,

to put pressure on Clendon Sealey

to reveal where that handbag - containing that valuable stamp -

had ended up.

And then an opportunity presented itself, didn't it,

to act on the information Clendon had given you,

to make your little fortune?

And you had an inside man from the family

who had just started training as a police officer.

He was about to start work

at the same police station you now knew held the handbag

containing that stamp.

I think you asked him to do you a favour,

to go into their evidence store and get that envelope.

I mean, it was just an old envelope, right? No big deal.

No-one's going to notice it missing.

Ali those years of assuming he was OK with the way you lived.

It never occurred to you that he wanted something

different from his life.

I mean, yeah, he was in a police uniform now,

but would he really feel any different?

You're his family, after all.

Well, he did,

because he had chosen a different path to follow.

So when you had asked him to help you out,

you weren't expecting his response.

No! I'm not going to do that.

OK? I'm not doing what you want any more.

What? And you know what?

I think not only did he turn you down,

but as a police officer, he had a duty to tell the truth,

to alert his colleagues

about his family's involvement in what had happened,

and to the valuable items that resided in their station.

And so now all three of you were faced with the fact

you were going to be arrested the next day

for conspiracy to commit burglary

and for perverting the course of justice.

But only one of you went as far as committing murder

to stop that from happening.

And that was you, Karlus.

What are you talking about? That is crazy.

And I think you did it because

you'd done more than anyone to get hold of that stamp,

spending a six-month prison sentence

just to find out where it was.

That's a heck of a sacrifice, right?

And now all of it was going to go to waste.

All of that, just to end up back inside again.

How could it be me, when I was with my girl

at her home when it happened?

Yeah, y-you see, your alibi, Karlus,

I realised it was the only one that could be faked. We know

that Benjamin came off his bike at around 7.45 that morning...

GPS confirms he appears to have come off his bike at 7:45.

...when you and your girlfriend were woken up by her alarm,

which she confirmed to us she set the night before.

But I think you adjusted her clock,

putting it back 15 minutes whilst she was asleep.

This done, knowing exactly what time

Benjamin would be heading out to work,

you set out to stop him en route. You then proceeded to kill him

before hurrying back to your girlfriend's flat

and climbing into bed, ready for the alarm to sound.

The time was actually eight o'clock

now, but her alarm clock said 7.45. I assume, while she showered,

you reset the clock to the correct time.

She was unaware that she'd lost a quarter of an hour.

But it was just enough of a time delay

for you to kill your own brother.

That is crazy,

and you can't prove any of that.

You're right. Nothing will ever prove that

that actually happened. But we do have this.

You see, it was the first thing that bothered me about this case,

that Benjamin didn't wear a helmet when he cycled to work that morning.

We've just been to your girlfriend's flat.

We found this in the rubbish. Now, we haven't had time yet,

but we're going to check this for fingerprints,

and I'm sure we'll find yours on it.

Karlus, you set out to meet your own brother,

Officer Benjamin Brice,

because you had to stop him from betraying

his own flesh and blood...

...and stop him from walking into our police station,

where he would reveal the location of this valuable stamp -

and with it, the fortune you were so desperate to get your hands on.

No!

And that's why you brought a rock down on his head

and killed him, taking his helmet

to sell the lie that he'd died of a head injury.

Why, Karlus? Why you do that?

You stupid, stupid boy.

Paulette, Paulette. Paulette, Paulette.

And you, Damon.

Sergeant Hooper, if you'd make the final arrest.

Thank you very much, Inspector.

Karlus Brice, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Officer Benjamin Brice.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention...

Thank you.

This station has seen some action the last few days.

Still standing, though, and it's only made out of wood.

What?

Sorry, I was just checking the next flights back to London.

When are you leaving us? Tomorrow afternoon, looks like.

Fancy a farewell beer?

I'm meeting Darlene at Catherine's.

No, you're alright. Got stuff to do.

So I guess this is goodbye, then.

Yeah, I guess it is.

I suppose you're going to be putting your name down

for the next Dl, now I'm gone? Um...

...at some point.

But not yet. I feel like

there's still a few more things I need to learn.

For real? Well, good for you.

There's a few DSes back in London could do with taking that approach.

Oh, wow!

Something we do here better than London?

That's a first.

Well, I didn't quite say that.

Yeah. Bye, sir.

Yeah, hello?

Yeah, I just saw there was a flight to London tomorrow,

five o'clock?

Yeah, I want to get back as soon as possible.

Yeah, that's great.

And you'll email the tickets over tonight, yeah?

Great. Thank you.

I'm pleased that justice has been done,

both for Benjamin and Eudora.

They deserve it. But...

It doesn't make it any less sad.

You're an old hand at this.

Doesn't mean I don't feel it.

I know.

I'll be a minute or so. Thanks.

Sergeant Hooper! I thought you had a plane to catch.

Yes, I do, but I wondered if I could have a chat with you.

Have you got some time, sir? Yes, yes, of course.

So, there are some things that I found out about

at the headquarters back in Jamaica. You know,

they loop me into some of these things, you know.

Look, I shouldn't really be saying any of this, sir,

but after everything you've done for me,

I feel it would be wrong if I did not.

They are looking to change some things here.

Streamlining.

And your position, Commissioner...

...they're going to dissolve it, sir.

I - I'm really, really sorry, sir.

Er...

Ah, er...

Yep.

Er,

er, thank you.

Thank you for letting me know.

I - I... I - I really appreciate it.

Go, go, go.

You've got a plane to catch. Go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

How can I help?

Uh...

S-Sorry?

What did you just say?

The file you gave me on my mother...

...I don't think her death was an accident.

They're filming a game show called Island Warrior.

Right in the middle of you filming your TV game show,

someone murders one of your contestants.

Why do it so publicly?

That's him, there.

The one dressed as a pineapple?

You can count me in, man!

JP just called. He told me about your job.

What are you going to do?

We are looking into the possibility

that Dorna Bray's death might not have been an accident.

Go!

That's a go.

This really isn't fun.

Oh, whoa, whoa!

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