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Ladies and gentlemen,

we're shortly beginning
our descent into Saint Marie,

so if I could ask you
to fasten your seat belts.

Thank you.

We have a situation.

Kevin, I can't help you
if you don't talk to me.

I just want this to be over!

But I need to do it
in my own time, all right?

I can't be rushed! I won't be...
I won't be rushed!

All right. No-one is rushing you.

Kevin? Where are you going?

Kevin! Please calm down,
sweetheart.

I'm worried about you.
What are you going up there for?

Rosalie! Are you here?

I wasn't expecting
to be picked up.

Your secretary, Rosalie,
thought it'd be a good idea.

I'm Leo. It's a pleasure
to meet you, Commissioner.

SIGHS

INHALES DEEPLY

I've been spending some time
in London with my daughter.

But...

..I very much have
been looking forward

to coming home again.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

And what about you?

You're working at Government House?

Interning.

Been four months now
and I'm totally loving it -

the job, the island...

I didn't know we had interns.

There's a new Business
and Tourism department.

George McCann heads it up.
I'm not sure if you know him.

Oh.

PHONE RINGS

Rosalie?

Commissioner,
I am so sorry to bother you,

but I think you need to come
straight to Government House.

- Is he still up there?
- Yes.

What are all these
new people doing here?

They're government advisers.

Been brought in, you know,
to oversee business...

Business and Tourism, I know,

BANGING NEARBY

Kevin!

But why here?

BANGING CONTINUES

Kevin!

Please!

Come back and talk!

Deborah?

Thank goodness you're here.
George is on his way over.

This is Commissioner Patterson.

I need you to phone
the fire brigade

and an ambulance, just in case.

And alert my team.

Uh...

DOOR HANDLE SQUEAKS

Kevin!

My name is Commissioner Patterson.

Perhaps we could talk?

He shut down a few minutes ago.

Just stopped talking.

Um, if you could step aside.

Kevin!

BANG

CAR ALARM WAILS

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

I think you should all
head inside

and wait for me there, please.

Commissioner Patterson,
George McCann.

Kevin worked for me.
Do we know yet why he might...?

If you could just go inside and
wait with the others, Mr McCann...

Of course.

Er, emergency services
are on their way?

Paramedics are coming,

and I spoke to Sergeant Fletcher
at the police station.

She's notifying her team.

Sergeant Fletcher?

Who is she?

Say, is there
a Sebastian Rose here?

Anyone?

All right.

HORN BLARES LOUDLY

Well, I appreciate
your attention.

I said I am looking for
a Sebastian Rose.

Has anyone seen him?

Yes I! That's me.

GROANS

Sebastian Rose.

Seb for short.

Good morning, Officer Rose.

Mattie Fletcher.
I'm your new sergeant.

It's good to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So, you have a fun night, then?

Yeah, man.

Partied hard. It was lit, you know?

I am sorry to poop your party,
but we've got a call-out. Here.

I mean, when duty calls, right?

What? Wait...

How did you know I was here
and how did you get me uniform?

I got your home address
off your file.

I headed over to your house.
You were out,

but your mum was in,
so we had a quick chat

while she gave your uniform an iron.

She seems really cool.

Anyway, she had told me
that you'd been out

at a beach party all night.

Which means you're either
going to be at Turtle Bay

or down here at Paradise Cove.

And if you know anything
about anything

about a beach party,

which I kind of just
assumed you did,

then you're going to be
at Paradise Cove.

So, that's what I did,
and here I am.

That answer your question?

- I guess so.
- OK.

Good morning!

- Good morning, Sarge.
- Morning.

Mattie, officially,
welcome to the team.

Sorry you landed the Sunday shift
on your first day.

But...

..I made saffron buns.

Thank you so much, Sarge.

CHUCKLES

Mm. Amazing.

So, what's your inspector like?

He's English, right?

MATCH OF THE DAY THEME PLAYS

This, Harry, me old mate,
is what we call "the business".

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Inspector.

CUTLERY CLATTERS, THEME ENDS

- We've got a case, I take it?
- Hello and welcome.

Well, an absolute
blockbuster line-up...

He doesn't really do greetings.

Mm.

Sergeant Mattie Fletcher.

It's great to meet you, Inspector.

I was really enjoying
my Sunday morning.

Full English.

Last night's Match Of The Day.

It's his favourite TV show.
He's totally obsessed with it.

Mm.

Officer Rose, you're on snaps.
I'll cordon off.

What's the story here, then?

Victim's Kevin Felton.

Worked as a tech consultant

for the Business and Tourism team
here at Government House.

Seems he took his own life.

We'll need postmortem
to confirm,

but paramedics say injuries
are consistent with a fall.

Yeah.

Well, just found this
in his trouser pocket.

Wonder what that's for.

Must be the key to the roof door.

He locked himself up there, so...

Commissioner. Welcome back.

It's good to see you both.

And you, sir. We really missed you.

Didn't we, Inspector?

Is that the victim's bag?

Yes. This is the victim's bag.

There's not much in it.

A mobile phone,

a wallet

and an empty sweet packet,

another empty sweet packet,

and a...banana, uneaten.

Locked. One second.

Sir, where are you...?

He hasn't changed, then, I see.

Not a bit.

Appreciate it.

Interesting.

Notification from his bank,

3:26 this morning.

$1,200, paid to Cariba Airlines.

- What time did he jump?
- 4:47.

And here, in his emails,

ticket for a flight to the UK,

due to depart this afternoon at 5pm.

So, if Kevin Felton
came to this building

for the sole purpose
of throwing himself off it,

then why, just over
an hour beforehand,

was he forking out for a ticket
back home later this same day?

You're suggesting...

..the victim
didn't take his own life?

I am indeed.

Which means...

..someone else did.

I was at home asleep
when Kevin phoned.

It was just gone half past three
in the morning.

He sounded drunk, upset.

Said he was coming here

and that he'd had enough
and he couldn't do this any more.

Couldn't do what any more?

He'd had a tough time lately.

His girlfriend split up with him
and flew back to the UK.

He was stuck on the island,
living alone.

And what would you say
his demeanour was when you got here?

I mean, he was always
a bit on edge, right?

He was an anxious kid, bless him.

A bit socially awkward, you know?

But this felt more intense.

Kept saying he wanted things
to be over,

but needed it to be done
in his own time.

Well, that's when he went
up on the roof,

and I was going to follow him up
but Deborah arrived.

Rosalie phoned me...

SNIFFLES

..worried, so I jumped in my car

and I got here
as quick as I could,

but next thing,
Kevin locked the roof door.

And that's when Deborah said
I should phone you, Commissioner.

This roof door key
was in Kevin's pocket.

You didn't have a spare

you could have used
to open the door?

Well, there's never been
another copy.

People go up there
to take their breaks,

so we just leave it unlocked.

And where were you all
when he fell?

Oh, I followed Commissioner
Patterson up to the roof.

Rosalie and I were
at the bottom of the stairs.

Mr McCann?

I was just pulling up in my car.

Why are you asking where
we all were when it happened?

Why does that matter?

Because we are treating
Kevin Felton's death as suspicious.

I'm sorry? You think...?

We think...

..there is a possibility

that Kevin Felton
was pushed to his death.

Nah! You're having a laugh, right?

No. I'm not.

But how, Commissioner?
Cos when you broke the door down,

- there was no-one else there, so...
- How could someone

push Kevin when he was on his own?

We're working on that.

Hmm.

SELWYN SIGHS

I told George that he needed to
move offices now you were back,

but he dragged his feet.

But why are they even working
in Government House?

It was Mr McCann
who moved them all here.

I heard him say
that he wanted to get away

from the interfering busybodies
at the main offices.

Did he, now?

I'm also going to need your
keys to the building

as we're locking it down
until further notice.

Thank you.

We've done door-to-door,

but everywhere was closed
when it happened, so no witnesses.

Quarter to five, Sunday morning.

Hardly surprising.

- Hmm.
- Sergeant Fletcher, I presume?

Commissioner Patterson!

We met briefly
when I completed my training,

but I've been working back
in Jamaica the last few years.

Where is Officer Curtis?

Uh, she's over on Montserrat,
looking after her auntie.

Don't think she'll be back
for the foreseeable.

Why didn't the Chief Commissioner
contact me about this?

I should be across all recruitment.

PHONE VIBRATES

OK, this is awkward.

Uh, Commissioner,

I am so sorry
if I was a surprise for you.

Uh...

Hmm.

Inspector?

Everything all right?

Uh, yeah. It's fine.

You sure?

It's a text from my brother.

We're meeting this evening...

..for the first time.

He got in touch with you after all?

Yeah. He did.

VEHICLE PULLS AWAY NEARBY

So, how are you feeling?

Me? Um, yeah. I'm good.

It's all good.

If it helps, I'm sure your brother

will be feeling
just as nervous as you.

Er, Solomon?

Mervin?!

It's good to see you, man!

CHUCKLES

Listen, you ain't got $10
for the taxi?

- Left my wallet at the hotel.
- Oh, yeah, yeah... Sure.

Give me two seconds. I'll be back.

Let's see...

I tell you,
it's been a mad day for me.

Zipping around from A to B.

What a business!

Uh, Catherine, uh, this is my...

..brother, Solomon.

Catherine is the mayor of Saint
Marie, and she runs this place.

And a friend of Mervin.

A real pleasure to meet you,
Catherine.

Can I get you a drink, Solomon?

I would love a rum on the rocks
with a twist of orange, please.

And maybe something to eat, as well.

A plate of accra?

Ain't eaten since breakfast.

OK, d'accord.

CHUCKLES

So, what's with the bird?

The flamingo?

Mervin, if I tell you,
you wouldn't believe me.

- No, go on.
- Let's just say
I owe a man a favour

and that favour's
covered in feathers.

SOLOMON CHUCKLES

Ah, merci. Thank you.

Well, um...

I think we should toast, right?

Absolutely, man! Let's do it!

To...

- I don't know.
- To...

..having a brother!

- To having a brother.
- Yeah, man!

Mm. Mm.

Right, so, um...

Tell me about yourself.

I mean, I know you live
in Antigua...

- Mm.
- ..but what's life like?

Um, what do you do?

Are you married? You got kids?

That's some good questions, man.

I mean, where do I begin, right?

PHONE RINGS

Oh, that sounds like me.

Oh.

It's got to be one of these.
Excuse me one moment.

Andre, wagwan for ya?

Are you doing well?

Yeah, um...

Well, I think so.

It's early days, innit?

I mean, I want us to keep talking.

Mervin, I'm sorry,
but I've got to shoot, man.

Bit of business up in Port Royal
needs my attention.

Right.

I mean...

A shame, man.
A crying shame is what it is,

but what can you do?

Appreciate it.

My compliments to the chef.

Solomon, uh...

How about dinner tomorrow night?

Absolutely, man.

We'll do some proper talking then.

Wait a minute. Uh...

- What about your bird?
- Right.

I reckon you best
hang on to it for now.

Morning, Commissioner.

SIGHS

You all good?

I have some interesting information
on George McCann.

Oh, yeah?

RUSTLING

Inspector...

..what is that?

It's my bacon and fried egg butty.

I didn't get my Sunday
full English yesterday,

so...treated myself.

What?

It smells - of egg.

Cos they put an egg in it.

I don't want my car
smelling of egg, Inspector.

SIGHS

I had dinner
at the yacht club last night

and put some feelers out
about our suspect.

Four months ago,

Mr McCann was brought on board

as Saint Marie's
Business and Tourism tsar.

- Snazzy title.
- Hmm.

So, why here?

Apparently, he got bored
with his businesses

back in the UK and fancied
branching out abroad.

But word is, he accepts
backhanders from companies

who are keen to get their building
developments greenlit.

Any actual evidence of this?

No, but I trust my sources.

If George McCann is as
corrupt as people say, then...

Then it could be something to
do with Kevin Felton's death.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, we'll definitely
look into that, Commissioner.

Right, then. I'd better get
myself back to the station.

Actually, we can go together.

I want to stay across this case.

That murder happened
under my own nose.

Oh. Right, then.

OK, sure.

Great.

Inspector, please
don't bring that eggy smell

back into my car.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

Put it in your other hand, put it
out of the window and hold it...

OK! All right!
I'm holding it out of the window!

That's very good.

Postmortem confirms
Kevin Felton's injuries

- were sustained by a fall.
- It's gone cold...

I spoke to his girlfriend
back in the UK.

She video-called him
a couple of days ago.

Said he seemed pretty glum.

Well, he would do.
She dumped him.

Actually, she reckoned it was
to do with something else.

Of course she did.

- He always like this?
- Yes.

Apparently, Kevin desperately
wanted to return home

to England, but...

..George McCann wouldn't
release him from his contract.

Couldn't he negotiate something?

She said Kevin tried,

but Mr McCann
could be quite...intimidating.

Said he didn't like disloyalty.

Like he was
kind of punishing Kevin.

Have you searched
the victim's apartment yet?

Officer Rose and I are going
to do that straight after this.

What have you got there?
Is that from the crime scene?

Oh, yeah.
So, I found it on the victim,

just tucked under the front
of his hoodie.

I think it's just
a piece of rubbish.

Sagittarius.

What star sign was Kevin Felton?

Uh...

- 23rd of April, so...
- Taurus.

So, if he was a Taurus,

why does he have a Sagittarian
horoscope on him?

Uh, like I said, sir, maybe
it's just a piece of rubbish.

Yeah, you said,

but what was it doing on him
in the first place?

I mean, did it just
happen to be fluttering by

while he was falling
to his death? I don't think so.

- Anything else?
- I'm about to head over

and speak with my secretary,
Rosalie.

She spent the last few months
working alongside our suspects.

Good idea, sir.

- Is that it?
- One more thing, actually.

Leo Quinn, George McCann's intern.

He's on his way into the station.

Why?

Because Sergeant Fletcher
and Officer Rose

discovered that he had
a big argument with our victim

just a few hours
before he was murdered.

You wanted to talk with me?

So, we checked
Kevin Felton's finances,

and we know he drank at Shades bar
late Saturday night.

That's Kevin.

Our officers
also spoke to the barman,

and he says he saw Kevin having
a very heated conversation

with a man matching
your description.

And if I'm not mistaken,
I believe that's you, there?

I wouldn't say it got
that heated between us.

Um, I mean, I can see
how that appears, but...

..I can promise you, it really was
all chill between us.

Oh? Um...

That's you being chill?

OK, look, Leo, I'm going
to tell you something,

and I want you to listen carefully
before you respond,

because right now you're in danger
of looking like a bit of an idiot.

Now, the lip-reader hasn't had
a chance to examine this

properly yet, but when they do,

they'll know exactly
what was being said there.

We were arguing
about something Kevin knew,

had found out...

- ..about my dad.
- Who's your dad?

George McCann.

He didn't want people
knowing about it.

He didn't want people
thinking he took me on

- just cos I'm his son.
- All right.

And what had Kevin found out
about your dad?

Was it something
about him being corrupt?

Taking payments?

What? Kevin was threatening
to reveal this?

Is that what he was referring to

when he told Rosalie
he wants it over?

Kevin said Dad had it coming.

And that's why I lost it
like I did.

And then you followed him
to Government House

because you were worried about what
he was going to say to the police?

I mean, that's a pretty strong
motive, right?

No.

No! Look, I was angry,
and I was worried,

I'll admit that, but...

..not so much
that I'd go and kill him.

And I was nowhere near that roof,

so I couldn't have done it.

Boy!

Kevin Felton
sure liked his pizza.

I reckon he was lonely, you know.
Had no friends here.

Just stayed in all day
playing games, eating pizza.

I mean, now I think about it...

..I could get used to that,
you know!

So, Sarge,

I have to know,

what was it like being
an officer in Jamaica, huh?

Must have been full-on, right?

Like some real bad man, huh?

Big island like that?

LAUGHS

Well, Kingston town
definitely has

- a life about it, you know?
- Hmm.

Hmm, there's always
something going down

you got to keep your eye out for.

What made you come back?

Oh, uh, I don't know. I...

It just felt like
the right time, I guess.

Mm. Mm.

Hmm...

There's nothing in the bin.

He must have recently emptied that.

Can you go check
the garbage outside?

Gotcha.

That's some super-smart

Jamaican kind of thinking
going on, huh?

Uh-huh.

Well, thanks for talking with me.

That was Leo Quinn's mother,
Angela, back in the UK.

Thought I'd see if
she could tell us anything

- about Leo and his father.
- And?

Her and George have been
estranged a long time.

He wasn't really a big part
of Leo's life growing up.

So, why did George end up
giving him a job out here?

It wasn't George's choice.

Sounds like Leo always
wanted to follow

in his father's footsteps.

Maybe idolised him a bit.

- What have you got?
- Suspect's phone records,

and a fair bit of activity
the night of the murder.

First, Leo calls George at 3:09,

presumably to let him know

that Kevin was threatening
to expose his corruption.

Then George gets straight
onto the blower to Deborah.

We have a situation.

And again, 40 minutes later.

I mean, there's definitely
something dodgy

going on between them.

VEHICLE PULLS UP

But which one
pushed Kevin off the roof

and how they managed to do
it when none of them

were anywhere near him -
ain't got a scooby.

Hang on, looks like the search

of Kevin Felton's apartment
has proved fruitful.

Here we have bag number one.

And you're probably thinking,

"Why am I calling it
bag number one?"

That's because inside of it...

..is bag number two.

We checked. It's the same
confidential waste sacks

as the ones that they're using
at Government House.

You're probably wondering,
"What's inside bag number two?"

SEB SIGHS

You know

you're going to have to clean
all this up, Officer Rose?

- Yeah, I know, but it was worth it.
- CHUCKLES

OK, so why did our victim

take this confidential
shredded waste to his house

and then bin it?

My thinking is that Kevin Felton
was looking for something -

a document that had been shredded.

But the fact that
he then put all of this

back into the rubbish bin

could suggest that maybe he found
what he was looking for.

- It's possible.
- So, then, where is it?

If Kevin Felton did piece together
some sort of document,

what he do with it?

Unless he had it on him

when he went to Government House
yesterday.

But it wasn't about his person.

And all the suspects
were searched

before they left
Government House,

so no-one took it with them.

Then it could still be there.

Right, first thing in the morning,
we need to search that building.

How'd it go with the police?

I think they're onto you.

Catherine,
meet Mattie Fletcher.

She's our new sergeant.

She just transferred
from Jamaica!

Lovely to meet you, Mattie,

but I think we've met before.

I actually grew up here
in Saint Marie,

and I might have come here
a couple of times

when I was a teenager.

And you, you might have kicked me
out a couple of times

for not being old enough.

I remember. You and your
friends would drive me crazy.

I am so sorry. I promise
I'm so much better behaved now.

Mm.

Excuse me one moment.

Hello, stranger!

- Welcome home.
- Ah...

BOTH CHUCKLE

It's so good to see you.

I'm so happy you're back
on Saint Marie,

- where you belong.
- Ah!

It's not been the same
without you.

I've missed it here!

And your job, too.

I don't regret
having had some time away,

spending it with Andrina.

But I realised there's more
I have to give to this island.

But maybe not the return
that you envisaged,

- no?
- Mm.

I've had dealings
with George McCann as mayor.

He's what the English
would call a bad egg.

I don't know
all he's been up to yet,

but I know enough.

And the fact
that he's been conducting

his nefarious business

in one of this island's
most respected buildings...

It's not right.

I want this case solved,

and I want him and his team out.

That building, this island...
deserve better.

Solomon, welcome.

Come in, man.

A little something for us
to bond over,

the old kill-devil.

HE CHUCKLES

Shouldn't there have been
a label on this, do you think?

It's vintage.

You never get a label
with the proper old stuff.

Oh, well, if you say so.

CORK POPS

DRINK POURS

Here you go.

Well, this is a sweet
little place you've got.

I know, right?

Came with the job.

And how'd you end up
being a detective?

Was it always
what you wanted to do?

Well...

..kinda.

I really liked, um...

..solving things when I was a kid.

Moving around foster families
and care homes,

there'd always be
some fight breaking out

or things going missing

or kids running away.

But I'd always be the one
to sort things out

and put things right, you know?

Yeah.

You've done well, man.

You should be proud.

Oh, thank you. I am.

Oh! Wow!

LAUGHS

CHOKES

So, what about you, mate?

- What's your line of work?
- Oh!

You know, this and that.
Bit of buying and selling.

But I've not really
found my thing yet.

Not like you have.

Well, finding your thing
can take time, can't it?

Listen, man.

I'm sorry things were so
hectic last night,

but I am glad we're doing this.

Straight up.

Me, too, Solomon. Me, too.

Call me Sol, yeah?

Sol.

SOLOMON SIGHS

- Morning, Naomi.
- Morning, sir.

How are you doing?

Uh, good, yeah.

Really good, actually.

Things went better
with your brother last night?

Yeah, definitely.

I mean, it was really good to have
some proper time together, you know?

And we, uh...
We just talked a lot,

mostly about Dorna.

I mean, our mum.

Yeah.

It was just really nice to hear
what she was like

as a mother, you know?

I'm pleased for you, sir.

So!

Uh, we've got the transcripts
through from the lip-reader.

Oh, right, yeah. And?

It's pretty much as Leo said,
apart from one thing -

mention at one point
of a title deed

for a property
that was being developed.

But Kevin turns his back
as soon as he says it

so that's all I got.

I just wondered
if that's the document

Kevin was looking for
in the confidential waste.

I've asked Mattie and Seb
to keep an eye out

when searching Government House.

Good work.

Ah! Morning, Commissioner.

Rosalie and I have something
of use to the investigation.

There's a homeless guy

who often sleeps
in the town square

outside Government House.

His name is Lloyd,

and I saw him there when I arrived,

the night it all happened.

So he's a possible witness?

We went to visit him.

He'd clearly come into
some money recently.

He was wearing new clothes.
He said...

..two nights ago,
he'd been given $500

to go and sleep somewhere else

by a woman matching
Deborah Shelman's description.

She paid him off.

So he wasn't there to witness

whatever was about to happen.

That's what Deborah does.

She makes problems...disappear.

So, as Kevin was proving
to be a threat to George,

did she make that problem
disappear as well?

This is ridiculous.

I admit,
I gave the man a few quid.

A few quid? You gave him
$500, Ms Shelman.

But only cos I felt bad for him.

I never said he had
to move somewhere else.

Well, he says you did.

All I said was I hope
he can find somewhere

more comfortable to sleep
with the money I gave him.

He must have misunderstood.

And your role
is well remunerated, right?

Oh, we checked
the company's finances.

You seem to get a lot of bonuses.

It matters to him people are loyal,

and he rewards them for it.

OK, so what is your official
job title, Ms Shelman?

I'm George's operations manager.

Oh, operations manager.

And what does that entail,
exactly?

Anything and everything,

but not, because I think
this is where you're heading,

pushing a man off a roof.

You're right
that George pays me well,

but it's not enough for me
to kill for him.

If there's nothing else...

Hmm.

Let's see what the search
has shown up.

George, it's me.

The police are getting
warmer. Much warmer.

There's nothing here
that we could find

that's like a title deed

or any other documents
that have been shredded,

but the only thing of interest
was this.

These are the ground plans

for a boutique hotel
development.

They have a swimming pool,
spa, restaurant.

Nice. Very bougie.

DOOR BUZZER

I'll get it.

It's just there are
no details on it.

No architect mentioned,
no address, name of developer...

And all the other projects here
have those details...

..except for this.

It just makes me think

that there's something
they're trying to hide.

Who was at the door earlier?

Just some guy.
Wanted me to move the bike.

It was blocking him in.

Something wrong, Sarge?

Maybe.

So, Sarge, what are we looking for?

Something doesn't make sense.

Maybe that guy
was distracting you

so someone could slip inside
and hide

- while you moved the bike.
- Ah...

I knew something wasn't right,
you know?

Boy!

All right.
I'll check over here, Sarge.

I knew it!
VEHICLE REVS OUTSIDE

DI Wilson from Sergeant Fletcher!

George McCann just broke
into Government House.

Seen exiting through
the rear fire escape.

He is in a grey convertible,
licence number

Charlie Zulu 2-1-7 Foxtrot Hotel.

Heading east along Main Road.

Will pursue. Over.

SIRENS WAIL

- Police!
- OK, Mattie.

Received. Over.

We're on it, Mattie.
You can stand down. Over.

Sergeant Fletcher,
do you receive? Over.

Sergeant Fletcher,
you can stand down now. Over.

TYRES SCREECH

SIRENS WAIL

What the hell is she doing?

Mr McCann,

I need you to step out
of the vehicle, please.

Sergeant Fletcher, you all right?

Sergeant Fletcher?!

Yeah, no, yeah.

I'm OK. I'm... I'm fine.

- That really wasn't cool.
- I was just trying to...

Not now.

Inspector!

We'll do this later.

I think this is
what Kevin Felton had found.

It's a title deed -
but look where it's for.

Government House.

No architect mentioned,

no address, name of developer...

You were going to tear it down,
or as good as.

Turn it into a hotel.

Commissioner,

there's a development
you need to know about.

As I'm sure
you're aware, Mr McCann,

I have a detective
and two uniformed officers

at your solicitor's office
with a search warrant.

They have already uncovered

further evidence
confirming our suspicions.

All right, well, hit me
with what you've got,

and I'll tell you if you're close.

You and your team were of the belief

that the land
Government House sits on

wasn't actually owned
by the government.

The only title deed in existence

showed it belonged to a farmer

who passed away in the early 1900s.

With questionable manoeuvrings,

you attempted to make a land grab.

There's nothing questionable
about it.

It was all within
the boundaries of the law -

but let's not split hairs.
As you were.

A lost title deed that
superseded the one you had.

It showed the land
was legally acquired

by the Saint Marie
government in 1929,

which is why
you proceeded to destroy it.

Unfortunately for you,

Kevin Felton had suspicions.

He retrieved the document,
pieced it together,

and worked out what you were up to.

That is why you murdered him

before he could reveal the truth.

You're 99% right.
I admit I had big plans

for that old relic of a building.

Would have been a gold mine.

And, yeah, maybe I played
a bit fast and loose

with the planning laws here,

so go ahead and charge me
with whatever.

I'll let my solicitor
work his magic, cos -

and you should know this -
he's good at that. Very good.

Now, let's get on to the 1%
you're wrong about.

Kevin Felton's death.

As you know, Commissioner Patterson,

me, Debs, Leo,

none of us were on that rooftop
when it happened,

so how, in any way,
could it be murder?

He's right.

All our suspects
have the perfect alibi.

Me.

We're farther away
from solving this murder

as we were at the start of the case.

VEHICLE PULLS UP

- What?
- There's a man with a flamingo

strapped to the back of his car.

Ah, yeah. That's, um...

..my brother. My half-brother.

Um, I'll give you a little time.

Hmm.

Mervin, my man!

How's things?

It was a fine old night
we had last night.

Yeah. Yeah, it really was!

CHUCKLES

We should do it again sometime soon.

Let's keep the dialogue going, yeah?

No question.

So, what are you doing here?

Uh... I wanted to talk to you
about something.

- A kind of favour.
- Yeah, OK.

I was wondering...

..you couldn't loan me
a little money?

Just temporary, like.

Um...

Yeah, sure. What is it? 50? 100?

Two...thousand.

$2,000?

Sol, that's not a little.

- That's...
- Eh, the thing is,

there's a couple
of business opportunities

ripe for investment coming my way.

I'll have it back to you in no time.

I don't think I've got
that kind of money to lend.

- I know we're brothers, but...
- Hey!
- ..I've only...

No worries, man, it's cool.

Always worth the ask, right?

Is that what all this is about?

Me and you?
You just needed some money?

What? No, course not.

I want to do this for real.
I just thought...

I'm sorry.

I, uh, better shoot.

Yeah.

Nearly forgot.

Is it all right
if I nip by your place

and pick up that flamingo
you've been looking after?

- Isn't that it?
- No, man.

That's the other one.
They're a matching pair.

That's why I had to bring
this one here.

I'm reuniting them.

Oh, yeah, I see, um...

Yeah, help yourself.

CHUCKLES

How's it going with you both?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I mean, right now,
it feels like we're both

coming at this brother thing

from completely
different directions.

Well, that doesn't mean
it isn't worth sticking at it.

HORN HONKS

The flamingo...

Flamingo?

The flamingo!

Well, that's it, isn't it?

That's how!

That's how the victim
could have been

pushed off the rooftop
without anyone being there.

How could someone push Kevin
off the roof

when he was on his own?

Rosalie phoned me, worried,

so I jumped in my car, and I
got here as quick as I could,

but Kevin... Kevin!

..locked the roof door.

- Is he still up there?
- Yes.

Like I said, sir,

it's probably
just a piece of rubbish.

And that explains the horoscope!

The horoscope?

- The horoscope!
- And the flamingo?

The horoscope and the flamingo!
That explains everything!

Well, almost. I need to check
a couple of things first.

The GPS tracker on the car
that picked you up,

and I need to take a look
outside Government House.

So, what's he looking for?

BIN CLATTERS

I have no idea.

Well, whatever it is,

I think he found it.

This case,

I'll be honest, it's been tough.

Our victim falls to his death
from a roof.

Our three suspects
all have solid alibis...

..because you could
all be accounted for

at the time it happened.

The only explanation
that makes sense

is that Kevin Felton
jumped of his own accord.

That's what we've been saying
from the start. It was suicide.

Except it wasn't. It was murder.

And we now know

that it was you, Leo Quinn,
who did it.

But I was with everyone else
when it happened,

like you said.

Well, yeah - except
that's not when it happened

or, indeed, where it happened.

Because at the point
where Kevin Felton

was heard falling onto that car,

he was already dead.

And to make it look like
that's when and, indeed,

how it happened, you...

..and your father...

..and Ms Shelman constructed
a very clever plan

that nearly had us all fooled.

You see, it was something
I saw just this afternoon.

Someone was transporting something

on the back of their car,

and it got me to thinking
how you could have made it

look like Kevin fell
on that car when he didn't.

Then I remembered this.

It's a horoscope,

torn from a newspaper,

found tucked inside Kevin's hoodie.

And that's when I started
to wonder if Kevin didn't fall

where we thought he did.

Mr Quinn,

we know the night of his
murder Kevin told you

he was going to reveal
the truth about Mr McCann

making an illegal land grab
on that building.

And so, you phoned your father,

and you both headed off
to Government House,

- where Kevin phoned Rosalie.
- No, I didn't.

- I didn't follow Kevin.
- Oh, but you did, Leo.

You see, I checked
the GPS tracking on your car,

and it shows that you arrived at
Government House at 3:44am

and parked around the back
for 26 minutes.

It was a big deal for Kevin,

what he was
going to do that night.

We know he felt intimidated
by you, Mr McCann.

So, calling the police,
revealing your corruption,

I think that weighed heavy on him.

But I need to do it
in my own time, all right?

It's maybe why he went
to the bar first

and had a couple of drinks
that evening -

to steel his nerves -

because he discovered a crime
was being committed

by you, his boss,

and he wanted the truth to come out.

And doing so would also mean

he could finally leave
his lonely life here

and fly back home to England.

Feeling anxious,

he went up onto the roof
to get some air -

and when Rosalie went downstairs
to see Ms Shelman,

Mr Quinn, you also headed
up to the roof.

We'll never know what
happened up there that night.

We assume you...

You can't do this to us.

..pleaded with him,
but he refused...

- You'll destroy us!
- ..to listen to you.

Everything my father's
built up! His reputation!

He'll go to prison for fraud!

Aww...

And in the heat of the moment,

you ran at Kevin with some force

and you pushed him.

Whoa!

BANG

Mr McCann,

I believe you arrived
at Government House

around the same time
that happened.

We understand you never had

much involvement
in your son's life.

So, why not just let the police
deal with his actions?

Why risk getting involved yourself?

Well, we think, after seeing
what Leo had done,

realising the loyalty he'd shown

in trying to protect you,

you decided to help him.

Phone records show that
you made your second call

to Ms Shelman that night
at 4:04 in the morning -

to, A, bring her in on your plan,

and, B, to tell her to keep
Rosalie distracted downstairs

while Leo exited the roof.

So, as instructed,

Leo recovered the title deed
from Kevin's bag

and came off the roof,

locking the door with the only
key and taking it with him.

You then told Leo to go
and collect the Commissioner

from the airport, as he was
supposed to, at 4:30am,

while you remained
in the alley with Kevin's body.

It was four in the morning,

so, unlikely anyone would appear -

but in case someone did,

you knew you could deal with it.

I mean, we know you're no stranger
to chucking money at a problem

to make it go away.

And, Deborah, you tasked Rosalie
with getting hold

of the Commissioner once he landed,

while you went
and "dealt" with Kevin,

pretending he was still alive
behind the door.

Kevin!

BANGS ON DOOR

Kevin!

When I arrived at
Government House with Mr Quinn,

Rosalie took me upstairs,

believing Kevin was on the roof.

We had no reason to think
you didn't follow us inside.

But you didn't.
You turned, got in your car

and drove round to the alley
at the back of the building.

As the GPS also proves.

Once there, you knew you had to make
some kind of dent in the roof

to make it look as though
Kevin had fallen in it.

GRUNTS
BANG

I imagine that you would just
jump up and down on it,

and you and your father,
George McCann,

moved Kevin's body
onto the car roof,

remembering to put the roof
door key in his pocket.

Unfortunately for you,

there were bins out back,
overflowing.

And this...

..unassuming piece of rubbish

must have been lying
on the ground,

and as you moved Kevin's body,
got stuck under his hoodie.

You see, it was always bugging me

why this was inside
Kevin's clothing.

But if he fell
at the rear of the building

and not at the front...

..then this little horoscope
starts to make sense.

He got all that
from a piece of paper?

Mm-hm.

Mr Quinn, you then drove round
to the front of the building

and parked the vehicle
exactly where you had previously,

before heading inside.

Mr McCann, you also drove round

to the front of the building

and proceeded to create a loud bang.

BANG

BANG

Hearing that noise from outside

was Leo's cue
to set off his car alarm...

CAR ALARM WAILS

..while you got back into your car,

giving the impression
you'd just arrived.

It was certainly a convincing show
you put on,

and you very nearly
got away with it.

You tried to take from this island

somewhere that stands
for all that is good and right.

But...much like myself,

that building isn't going anywhere.

George McCann, stand up!

Stand up!

I'm arresting you

for perverting
the course of justice,

fraud and theft,

and for assisting
in the cover-up of a murder.

Deborah Shelman,
you are also under arrest.

You do not have to say anything,

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

Thank you.

You wanted to see me, Commissioner?

Come.

You've done some good work,
Sergeant Fletcher,

during this case.

And you seem to have settled
in well with your colleagues.

But after hearing what happened
this afternoon,

your reckless behaviour...

..I am concerned.

I am sorry, sir.

I just wanted to get us
a result, and...

I know it was a stupid thing to do.

How do I know it won't happen again?

Because I won't let it.

I just lost myself for a moment.

Hmm.

It isn't the first time, though,

is it, that you have...

..lost yourself?

Your employment file from Jamaica,

and I've spoken
to the Chief Commissioner...

..so...

..I know what happened there
before you left.

That's all in the past now, sir.

It's behind me.

I promise you,
there will be no more mistakes.

OK.

Go.

I'm sorry
about your brother, sir,

that he made things awkward for you.

Maybe the Commissioner was right.

The road was always
going to be bumpy,

so perhaps
it's worth sticking with.

SIGHS

I mean...

..he's family, right?

- So whatever curveballs are thrown...
- SIGHS

..I want it to work.

Anyway, serious talk over.

It is officially beer o'clock.
Come on.

Sir, where are all your clothes?

And...

And the record player

and all the records?

Sir, you have had a break-in!

No.

He's cleared the place out.

Couples therapy. Not my cup of tea.

You don't think it could be
good for a relationship?

Turn left! Wait, no! Sorry!

- For God's sake, Alasdair!
- Nah.

Each of them had opportunity

to kill the victim
during the dinner.

Except no-one leaves the table

for more than
two to three minutes.

This island petitioned
to get you your job back

and you walked away
like you didn't care.

- Solomon!
- Mm!

You get me my things now,
or I arrest you.

It's your choice.

YELLS