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Ladies and gentlemen, we're shortly
beginning our descent into St. Marie.

Don't forget to ask you to fasten your
seatbelts.

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 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?

I wasn't expecting to be picked up. The
Secretary Rosalie thought it would be a

good idea.

I'm Leo.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Commissioner.

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

But I very much have been looking
forward to coming home again.

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 sure if you know of him.

Who's Ali?

Commissioner, I am so sorry to bother
you, but I think you need to come

to government house.

Is he still up there?

Yes.

What are all these new people doing
here?

They're government advisors.

Been brought in, you know, to oversee
business.

Business and tourism, I know.

But why here?

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.

Right.

Kevin, my name is Commissioner
Patterson. Perhaps we could talk.

He shut down a few minutes ago. Just
stop talking.

If you could, step aside.

HEMIN!

I think you should all head inside and
wait for me there, please.

Commissioner Paterson, George McCann
came in work for me. Do we know yet why

might have... You could just go inside
and wait for the others, Mr McCann. Of

course.

Ah, emergency services are on their way.

Paramedics are coming, and I spoke to
Sergeant Fletcher at the police station.

She's notifying our team.

Sergeant Fletcher?

Who is she?

appreciate your attention.

I said I am looking for a Sebastian
Rose.

Has anyone seen him?

Yes, I.

That's me.

Sebastian Rose.

Except for short.

Good morning, Officer Rose.

Matthew 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 my uniform?

I got your home address off your file. I
headed over to your house. You were out

where your mom was in, so we had a quick
chat while she gave you a uniform and

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 Total
Bay or down here at Paradise Call.

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 Call.

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

Does that answer your question?

I guess so.

Good morning.

Good morning, Sarge. Good morning.

Matty, 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.

Amazing.

So what do you expect to learn?

He's English, right?

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

Good morning, sir. Good morning,
Inspector.

We've got a case, I'll take it.

He doesn't really do greetings.

Sergeant Matty 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.

So, Rose, you're on snaps?

I'll cordon off.

What's the story here, then?

Victim's Kevin Felton.

Words to the tech consultant for the
business and tourism team here at

Government House.

Seems he took his own life.

We'll need post -mortem to confirm, but
paramedics say injuries are consistent

with the fall.

Yeah.

Well, just found this in his trouser
pocket.

I know 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 on it.

Look, 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 Kariba 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

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.
Was just gone half past three in the

morning. He sounded drunk, upset.

He said he was coming here and that he'd
had enough and he couldn't do this

anymore. Couldn't do what anymore?

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, worried, so I jumped
in my car and 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?

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.

Sorry, you think? We think there is a
possibility that Kevin Felton

was pushed to his death.

You're having a laugh, right?

No, I'm not.

But how, Commissioner? Because when you
broke the door down, there was no one

else there.

How could someone push Kevin when he was
on his own?

We're working on that.

I told George that he needed to move.
Officers know 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 know?

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.

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?

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.

Okay, this is awkward.

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

Inspector, everything all right?

Yeah, it's fine.

You sure?

The text from my brother.

We're meeting this evening.

For the first time.

He got in touch with you.

after all.

Yeah, he did.

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.

Solomon?

Mervyn?

It's good to see you, man.

Listen, you ain't got $10 for the taxi.
Left my wallet at the hotel.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Give me two seconds. I'll be back.

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

Flipping around from A to B.

What's our business?

Catherine? This is my brother, Solomon.

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

And a friend of Mervyn. A real pleasure
to meet you, Catherine.

Can I get you a drink, Solomon?

I would love a rum on a rock with a
twist of orange peas.

And maybe something to eat as well.

A plate of acra.

Ain't eaten since breakfast.

Oh, get a go.

So, what's with the bird? The flamingo?

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

No, let's just say I owe a man a favor,
and that favor's covered in feathers.

Merci.

Thank you.

Well, 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.

Right, so, tell me about yourself.

I mean, I know you live in Antigua, but
what's life like?

What do you do? Are you married? You got
kids?

That's some good questions, man.

I mean, where do I begin, right?

That sounds like me.

It's got to be one of these.

Do it in one moment.

Andre, what's going on for you?

Are you doing well?

Yeah, um, well, I think so.

30 days, isn't it?

I mean, I want us to keep talking.

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

A bit of business up in Port Royal needs
my attention.

Right.

I mean... A shame, man.

Crying shame is what it is, but what can
you do?

Appreciate it.

My compliments to the chef.

Solomon.

How about dinner tomorrow night?

Absolutely, man.

We'll do some proper talking then.

Wait a minute.

What about your bird?

Right.

I reckon you best hang on to it for now.

Morning, Commissioner.

You all good?

I have some interesting information on
George McCann.

Oh, yeah?

Inspector, what is that?

It's my bacon and Friday body.

I didn't get my Sunday full English
yesterday, so I'm treating myself.

What? It smells of egg.

Because they put an egg in it.

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

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 St. Marie's

business and tourism leader.

Is that the title?

Mm -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 for
companies who are keen to get their

building developments remade.

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.

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
the window. All right, I'm holding it

the window. That's very good.

Post -mortem confirmed, Kevin Felton's
injuries were sustained by a fall.

I spoke to his girlfriend back in the
UK. She video called him a couple of

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 this loyalty, like
he was kind of punishing Kevin.

Have you searched the victim's apartment
yet?

Sir 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 song was Kevin Felton?

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

So if he was a tourist, why does he have
a Sagittarian horoscope on him?

Like I said, son, 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

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

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 Shade 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.

If I'm not mistaken, I believe that's
you there.

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

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, Leah, 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 because I'm his son.

Right. And what had Kevin found out
about your dad?

Was it something about him being
corrupt?

Taking payment?

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're worried about what

he's going to say to the police.

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

Oh.

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.

Why?

Kevin Phelps can sure like his pizza.

I reckon he was lonely, you know.

Had no friends here.

Just stayed in all day playing games,
eating pizza.

I mean, I think about it.

I can 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.

Big island like that.

Well, Kingston town definitely has a
life about it, you know.

There's always something going down you
got to keep your eye out for.

What made you come back?

Oh, I don't know.

It just felt like the right time, I
guess.

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 Leah Quinn's mother, Angela,
back in the UK.

Thought I'd see if she could tell us
anything about Leah 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

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

idolized him a bit.

What have you got?

Suspect's phone records.

In 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 on
to the blower to Deborah. We have a

situation.

And again 40 minutes later.

I mean, there's definitely something
dodgy going on between them, but which

pushed Kevin off the roof and how they
managed to do it when none of them were

anywhere near him and 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.

Weed checks?

It's the same confidential waste acts as
the one that they use in the government

house. You're probably wondering, what's
inside bag number two?

You know you're going to have to clean
all this up, Officer Rose.

Yeah, I know. But it was worth it.

OK, so why did our victim take this
confidential shredded waste to his house

then bin it?

My thinking is that Kevin Felton was
looking for something, a document that

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'd 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.

I had a go at the police.

Think they're on to you?

Meet Mattie Fletcher. She's our new
sergeant. She just transferred from

Lovely to meet you, Mattie.

But I think we've met before.

I actually grew up here in St. 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 ordinary.

I remember.

You and your friends would drive me
crazy. I am so sorry. I promise I'm so

better behaved now.

Excuse me one moment.

Hello, stranger.

Welcome home.

It's so good to see you.

I'm so happy you're back on St. Marie,
where you belong.

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 Blandrina.

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

But maybe not the return that you quite
envisage, no?

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, deserves
better.

Welcome. Come in, man.

A little something for us to band over.

The old kill devil.

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.

Here you go.

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

I know, right?

Came with a job.

And how did you end up being a
detective?

Was it always what you wanted to do?

Well, kind of.

I really liked 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?

You've done well, man.

You should be proud.

Thank you. I am.

Oh, wow.

So,

what about you, mate?

What's your line of work?

You know, this and that. Better 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'm glad we're doing this.

Straight up.

Me too, Solomon.

Me too.

Call me Sol, yeah?

Sol.

Morning, Naomi.

Morning, sir.

How are you doing?

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 just talked a lot.

Mostly about Dawna.

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, 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 a

confidential way.

I've asked Matthew and Seth 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 Shellman'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, Miss Sheldon.

Only because I felt bad for him. I never
said he had to move somewhere else.

He says you did.

All I said was, I hope he can find
somewhere more comfortable to sleep with

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,
Miss Shulman?

I'm George's operations manager.

Operations manager.

And what does that entail exactly?

Anything and everything, but not,
because I think this is where you're

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.

Is there nothing else?

No.

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.

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.

Wanting me to move the bike.

Was blocking him in.

Something wrong, Saj?

Maybe.

Saj!

What are we looking for?

Maybe.

Maybe that guy was distracting you so
someone could slip inside and hide while

you moved a bike. Ah, I knew something
wasn't right, you know.

Boy.

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

I knew it.

P .I. Wilson, from Sergeant Fletcher.

George McCann just broke into the
government house.

Sgt.

Fletcher, do you receive?

Over.

Sgt. Fletcher, you can stand.

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 okay. 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're 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's 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 St. 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

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.

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,
Deb, 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

What? There's a man with a flamingo
splat on the back of his hand.

Uh, yeah, that's, um... My brother. My
how? Brother.

I'll give you a little knife.

Brilliant, my man.

What a thing.

It was a fine old night we had last
night.

Yeah, yeah, it really was.

We should do it again sometime soon.

Let's keep the dialogue going, yeah? No
question.

So, what are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you about something.

A kind of fever.

Yeah, OK.

I was wondering, you couldn't loan me a
little money?

Just temporary, like?

Um...

Yeah, sure.

What is it? Fifty? Hundred?

Two.

Thousand.

Two thousand dollars.

So, that's not a little.

That's... Hey, the thing is, there's a
couple of business opportunities right

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 to ask, right?

Is that what all this is about?

Me and you, you just needed some money.

What? No, cast not. I want to do this,
for real. I just thought... I'm

sorry.

I 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.

Yeah, help yourself.

How's it going?

You won't.

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.

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 with Kevin.

Kevin! Locked the roof door.

Is he still up there?

Yeah.

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

you up.

And I need to take a look outside
government house.

So, what's he looking for?

I have no idea.

But 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 after his suspects all have solid

alibis.

Because it 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.

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, it was already
dead.

And to make it look like that's when and
indeed how it happened, you and your

father and Miss Shellman 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.

It's all 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

the truth about Mr McCann making an
illegal land grab.

on that building and so you phoned your
father and you

both headed off the 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 44 a .m 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

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

It's maybe why he went to the bar first
and had a couple of drinks that evening.

To steal 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

back home to England.

Feeling anxious, he went up onto the
roof to get some air.

And when Rosalie went downstairs to see
Ms. Shellman, 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 to
listen to you. Everything my father's

up, his reputation.

He'll go into prison for fraud.

And in the heat of the moment, you ran
at Kevin with some force and you pushed

him.

Miss McCann, I believe you arrived at
Government House around the same time

happened.

We understand you never had much
involvement in your son's life, so why

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 me, Sheldon, that night

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 it 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

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!

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.

I imagined he would just jump up and
down on it, and you and your father,

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

move, 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 that from a piece of paper.

Mr Quinn, you've been wrong 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.

Hearing that noise from outside, it was
Leo's cue to set off his car alarm.

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

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 Sheldon, you are also under
arrest.

You do not have to say anything, but if
you are made to say it, you do not make

it.

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 behavior, I am

concerned.

I am sorry, sir.

I just wanted to get this a result
and... I knew 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.

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.

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.

I mean, it's family, right?

So, whatever curveballs are thrown, 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
record... Sir, you've

had a break -in.

No.

He's cleared the place out.

Couple's therapy.

Got my cup of tea. You don't think it
could be good for a relationship?

Turn left. Wait. No, sorry.

For God's sake, Alistair!

Nah. Each of them had opportunity to
kill the victim during the dinner.

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. Hmm? You get me my things now,
or I arrest you. It's your choice.