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It is Friday. It's 5:52pm

and it is the end of the first
week with my new clients,

Alasdair and Margot Hartnell.

They say that coming here

is the last roll of the dice
for them.

They had been on the cusp
of getting a divorce.

Walk forward. Turn right.
Turn right!

Turn left. No, no, wait.

No, sorry, that's my bad.

SHE GRUNTS

For God's sake, Alasdair!

Love has been replaced by hostility.
SHE SIGHS

You're useless at this.

- That's enough!
- Sorry, darling.

- All trust has gone...
- ..sake!

Sorry. Sorry.

It's OK, it's OK.

..compounded by the fact
that they seem unable

to communicate in a meaningful
and a reciprocal way.

I feel unheard...

..when I talk to you
about how I'm feeling.

Well, often,
when you do want to talk,

I've got work on my mind and...

..that's important too.

So it's just a case
of bad timing, that's all.

Their marriage doesn't make
sense to them any more.

Over the course of the coming weeks,

I'd like to see
if we can retrace the steps

that led to this situation,

see if we can
work out how they got here.

Next, we have Luke and Stacey Warber.

I believe the fault lines
don't run as deep with them.

I'm grateful for how patient
you are,

and that you're here with me
now, doing this...

..cos...

..I know I'm not giving you
what you need.

That's so sweet, babe.

On the surface, they have
a loving marriage, but...

Now can we try taking
each other's hands, please,

and maintaining
that same eye contact.

..by their own admission,

there are significant
intimacy issues.

Why can't you do this?

Um... Er...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry, can we take five?

It's OK. Of course.

It's OK, Luke.

Take your time.

- I mean...
- It's OK.

It's all part of the process.

It's Friday. It's the beginning
of the weekend now,

but Monday will be a big day.

I have exciting plans.

I think that there could be
a real breakthrough.

Hello.

Darling.

The wine's good.

- This looks nice, doesn't it?
- Yes.

Hi, everyone. Hi.

I just wanted to say
thank you very much

for all your hard work
and your commitment this week.

You should be very proud
of yourselves.

There's more for us to do next week,

but for now, enjoy your evening.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Right, bon appetit!

- Cheers, everyone.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

I just feel like every
single thing I say is wrong.

Every word, every utterance -

she pounces on it
like a wild animal.

Yeah. She certainly has a way
with her words, your missus.

Hmph!

Hey?

- I thought you'd never ask.
- It's only duty-free.

ALASDAIR CHUCKLES

That's Keira's stuff.

Can't still be swimming, can she?

My ex wanted me
to try that kind of thing.

Couples therapy.

Not my cup of tea.

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

Opening up more
and sharing with each other?

Nah.

Ah, crime scene.

Inspector, um, I don't think you
should wear that to the crime scene.

Why not?

Because it's got
"I heart Saint Marie"

on the front of it.

Hmm?

Still haven't gotten
your clothes back, then?

I must have left 50 messages
with Solomon.

This is the only shirt
he didn't take.

But I've got a mate from
the Met to call in a favour,

and I've got him to triangulate
his phone for me.

Ah. That's a very good use
of their resources.

Hey, listen.

He stole from me,
and that is a crime.

Inspector, I just think you
should take the hat off.

Yeah, all right.

The victim is Keira Mayhew.

42 years old.

Fully qualified clinical therapist.

Ran a couples retreat here.

Cause of death looks
like a drowning.

Went for a swim at
seven o'clock yesterday evening,

and at nine o'clock two fishermen

came across a body
about 100 metres out,

directly opposite this spot.

They watched over the body
until the paramedics arrived.

Who else was here last night?

About six people in total.

Four residents, two staff -
the chef and the waitress.

There's some bruising around
her neck and shoulders.

Looks like finger marks.

Paramedics say they're recent -
more likely from someone

forcing her down under the water.

They reckon it's murder.
That's why they called us.

So, what, she swam out to sea,

and somebody was
with her and did this?

Or maybe somebody was waiting for
her out there on a boat.

Inspector, what would
you say if I told you

I just found a bingo ball
at the crime scene?

I'd say, "Have you actually found a
bingo ball at the crime scene?"

And I would say yes.

Yes, I did find a bingo ball
at the crime scene.

13.

Unlucky for some.

I mean, it probably
doesn't have much to do

with Keira Mayhew's
murder, though, right?

We don't know yet. Let's bag it.

- Mm-hm.
- Oh, OK.

The bingo ball's
officially evidence now.

- Bagging the bingo ball.
- All right.

Sergeant Fletcher,
you talk to the staff.

Officer Rose,

see if there's any security
cameras in the place.

And DS Thomas,
let's talk to the guests.

Oh, I'll keep hold of that.

I'm sorry, did you just say murder?

I thought it was an accident?

Well, it wasn't. So we need
to ask you where you all were

between the hours
of seven and nine last night.

Are you saying we're suspects?

When did you last see Keira Mayhew?

Before dinner.
We were having some aperitifs

and she came and told us
to have a nice night.

Enjoy your evening.

Thank you.

What time was that?

Just before seven.
She went for a swim,

and didn't see her again
until she was...

..was, um..

SHE TUTS

Dead?

Just say it!

And was that a regular thing,

her going for a swim at that time?

Seemed to be. Like, most evenings.

Keira said it was her own therapy -

getting into the sea
after a long day.

She found it, uh, restorative.

And during the two hours
between you seeing her

and her body being found,
you were...?

We were all together, having dinner.

Look, it wasn't one of us, OK?

Nobody told us that we were
going to be grilled like this.

None of us have even been to bed.

And I took a sleeping pill.

HE MOUTHS

Don't apologise for me, Alasdair.

You know I hate it when you do that.

Sorry, dear.

And don't call me "dear" either.

No, of course not. Sorry. Forgot.

OK. Well, if you think
of anything, let us know.

God help us.

I spoke with the staff,

who can alibi each other
for the time of the murder.

They were preparing dinner
between seven and nine.

You think he listening?

- I'm listening!
- Just checking, sir.

What did they say about the victim?

Well, that she was a decent boss.

Always paid them on time,
was friendly.

Any idea who'd want to harm her?

No. They reckon she didn't
really know anyone here.

Never saw her go out much.

Kept herself to herself.

I checked her phone.

All her texts and all
her emails - work-related,

apart from her mum back in England.

How's she doing?

Not great.
We said we'd speak tomorrow,

when she might be
a little bit calmer.

I found this.

Date and time is yesterday...

..5:52 in the afternoon.

That's just over an hour
before her swim.

CASSETTE REWINDS

RECORDER STOPS AND PLAYS

It's the weekend now,

but Monday will be a big day.
I have exciting plans,

and I think that there could be
a real breakthrough.

My instinct on this
is that a lie is being told.

If I can draw out the truth...

..the fallout would be
truly devastating.

RECORDER STOPS

And only a couple of hours later,
she's been murdered.

You're thinking one
of the guests here did it?

I'm thinking maybe one of them did.

On one hand,

all the four guests
were having dinner together

at the time of
Keira Mayhew's murder.

Now look.

There are only two cameras
in the resort.

Just before seven o'clock,
Keira Mayhew goes for a swim.

But on the other hand,

all the guests leave the table
once during the evening.

So, in theory, it could have
been any one of them.

All right...

Here. At 18 minutes past seven,

Mr Hartnell go to his bedroom
to get his glasses.

And then here,

7:46, Stacey Warber
goes to the bathroom

to check her make-up.

And at 8:03, Mrs Hartnell
goes to grab her shawl.

And after that, at 8:30,

Luke Warber goes to his bedroom
to get a bottle of rum.

So, each of them had opportunity

to kill the victim
during the dinner?

Except, on the other OTHER hand,

no-one leaves the table for
more than two to three minutes,

and they all return dry as a bone.

OK, so how did one of them
manage to leave the dinner table,

run down to the beach,

get themself somehow out to sea
100 metres,

drown Keira Mayhew...

Then come all the way back, dry off,

before returning to the table
in less than a few minutes?

Well...

..that's just not possible.

HE SIGHS

All right, Sebastian, I'll read
the victim's notebook.

You make a start
listening to these tapes.

Focus on the ones recorded
since the four suspects arrived.

Hmph! These tapes are teeny-tiny.

Look.

They make me look like a giant.

- Says the giant.
- Hmph.

So, printed the victim's
schedule the day of her murder.

Trust exercises in the morning.
Sounds fun.

Lunch, followed by one-to-one
sessions in the afternoon

with Stacey Warber,
then Alasdair Hartnell.

Inspector.

I came to check in
on the murder case.

The Minister gets nervous when one
of our resorts is hit by a crime.

I'd like to reassure her
it's in hand.

Yes, sir.

We're currently working on the basis

that one of the
four residents did it.

We just need to work out
which one it was.

And how they did it.

And why.

So, pretty much everything.

Well...

You look smart, sir.
Going somewhere nice?

Yacht club.

- Lobster night.
- Ah!

Lobster night, eh?

That's why you're looking so snappy.

You know, snappy.

Like claws.

- No, no, no.
- Lobster claws.

I get the joke, Inspector.

I just didn't find it very funny.

LAUGHTER

Enjoy your evenings.

You too, sir.

Snappy - like claws, you know?

PHONE VIBRATES

Oh, I need to get this.

Hello, mate.

Excuse me, Commissioner.

Anton Busette.

- How long has it been since
we last...?
- Crossed paths?

Or were you going to say
crossed swords?

I hadn't decided
before you cut me off.

How can I help you, Mr Busette?

Anton, please.

We're going to publish an article
about you, Commissioner,

and I want to give you
the right to respond.

Here is a draft copy of the piece.

Let me know
when you're ready to talk.

ANTON CHUCKLES

Inspector!

That was your contact
at the Met, wasn't it?

You know where Solomon is?

Palm Beach Hotel.

I'm coming with you.

- Wow, that's amazing.
- What's it like?

It's something
I could easily live without,

but once you have
your own private jet,

it's hard to give that up,
you know?

I love it!

Ladies, here's to a fun night,
right?

SOLOMON CHUCKLES

Solomon!

HE SPLUTTERS

Mervin!

Oh, fancy seeing you here, man!

Was just talking about you.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Meet Tashelle and Tashana.

This is my brother,
would you believe?

Mervin...

We're half-brothers.
Where's my stuff?

You stole from me,
and I want my things back.

I never stole anything.
He gets confused sometimes.

Had a bump to his head
a few years back and...

Solomon! I'm not joking around.

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

It's your choice.

OK, man.

I understand.

Let me just...

Help!

Sir... Sir, are you OK?!

I'm fine. Go and get him!

Now you can add assaulting
a police officer

to theft and breaking and entering!

Mervin... My brother,
please don't do this to me.

I'm sorry, all right?

I just...

I really needed the money.

I'm in debt,

and it's to the kind of person you
don't much want to be in debt to.

I'm sorry I let you down.

I just...

I didn't know what else to do.

I just need my stuff back, Sol.

24 hours.

Otherwise I'm pressing charges.

Do you understand?

Appreciate it, man.

So, we dusted
the bingo ball for prints, sir,

like you requested,
but got nothing from it.

Ah. Oh, well. Worth a try, eh?

Right, what else have we got?

We've done background
on both couples.

The Hartnells
live in Islington in London.

He's a barrister.

She runs a luxury
interior design business.

Ah, very Islington.

They did a brief spell
of grief counselling

with another therapist shortly
after their daughter died.

She was only 17.

Seems their marriage
has been struggling ever since.

What about the Warbers?

Also live in London.

Luke works in finance. Earns well.

Has been married to
Stacey for three years.

I've been reading the victim's
notes on both couples.

She records a lot after
her sessions with them,

especially on the Dictaphone.

But it's OK.

Officer Rose is working on it.

Yes!

Yes, I am.

I am totally on top of it,
so don't you worry, Inspector.

It seems the Warbers came out here

because they've been
having intimacy issues.

It's been 18 months since they
were last intimate with each other.

When you say intimate,
you mean INTIMATE?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

And according to the notes, the
issue is entirely on Luke's side.

And in one of their last sessions,

Miss Mayhew got him
to admit why he was like this.

Go on.

18 months ago, Luke was unfaithful.

He had a one-night thing.

- Naughty, naughty boy.
- Mm-hm.

With him wife's sister!

Cha-cha.

NAOMI GASPS

- Oh, sorry, what?!
- Mm-hm.

And ever since, he's been
racked with guilt and shame.

Boy! He's been a busy, busy man.

I mean, that explains why
he can't do the...business.

Mm-hm. Now,

Keira told him
that he needs to confront it,

that he can't ignore it any more.

She was suggesting he tell Stacey?

I think she knew the marriage
couldn't move forward

based on a betrayal like that.

MERVIN EXHALES

Is that what Keira Mayhew was
referring to when she said...

My instinct on this
is that a lie is being told.

So Luke killed her to silence her,

stop the truth coming out?

It's a cliche, isn't it?

Saying something is the biggest
mistake of your life?

How did it happen?

I don't know. I just...

People flirt, you know...

..with Stacey.

We go for a night out,
and the blokes swarm in.

I mean, you've seen her.
She's gorgeous.

She could have anyone,
if she wanted.

And what happened with me
and Chelle, her sister,

it felt like I was...

..like I was proving myself,

that I've still got it too,
you know?

But something in you must have
wanted to come clean,

because you admitted it
to Keira Mayhew.

I thought she'd help.

In what way?

Absolve me of the guilt,
if I opened up.

I think that's a priest you're after.

But all she said was that
the marriage couldn't survive

if it was built
on a betrayal like that.

She was normally so calm
and measured, but with that...

..it really bothered her,

like she wasn't going to let it go.

And that's what worried you,

panicked you - that she would
tell Stacey herself,

and then you'd lose your
"gorgeous" wife completely?

But you weren't going to
let that happen,

and that is why you
murdered Keira Mayhew.

No! No.

That's why I've come to you,
because I know what it looks like.

But it wasn't me who killed her.

I swear to you.

All right.

That's all for now.

What a moron.

Sir?

Inspector.

Postmortem's in.
Confirms what we thought.

Water in the victim's lungs

confirms she died due to drowning.

Finger marks on her shoulders
and neck

suggest she was forced
under the water.

But how did the killer
manage to do it?

To leave from the dinner table here,

run down to the beach,

drown Keira, then get back
to the dinner table,

seemingly with not
a spot of water on them?

And in just a few minutes?

And how does this figure
into all of this?

Why was it at our crime scene?

You do know things get washed
up on beaches all the time?

Yeah, but a bingo ball?

Officer Rose.

Officer Rose?

- Officer Rose!
- Huh?

Have you made any progress
with the tapes yet?

No progress as such.
But I assure you,

when I get something,
you'll be the first to know.

Inspector, I just spoke with
the victim's mum, Sandra.

- Go on.
- To this day,

her mum doesn't know why
Keira left the UK.

She didn't just want
a change of scene?

No. It was totally out of the blue.

Overnight, Keira left her fiance,

announced that she was
setting up a practice abroad.

Never even kept in touch
with any of her friends.

So it got me thinking,

could Keira Mayhew's murder
be connected to something

that happened back in the UK?

Hmm...

Hmm.

Also, sir, Keira's mum spoke
with her just before that swim,

while she was heading
down to the beach.

CAR HORN BEEPS

And she...

HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY

Officer Rose, see what's
going on out there, will you?

HORN CONTINUES BEEPING

Anyway, she said
Keira seemed distracted.

Distant, even.

Her mum said it was like
she wasn't even present.

Inspector, some big-headed
brother in a sports car

is asking for you.

Wh-...

So, you've got my stuff, then?

Not in a physical sense, no.

What's that supposed to mean?

Been a busy day.

Bit of business here,
bit of business there.

Always somewhere
I got to be in Solomon-land.

But I know who has your things,
so...

..jump in, and let's go get them.

So this is where all my stuff is?

Nice.

It's Myrtle Chastenet's place.

You ever come across her?

No, funnily enough.

She's the kind of person you go to

if you have some things
to sell that maybe other people

- may be less inclined...
- So she fences stolen goods.

It's not for me
to put a label on what...

So that's a yes.

We'll have you reunited
with your stuff in no time.

She's a very amenable woman.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Who is it?

Myrtle, it's Solomon Clarke.
Remember me?

Got my brother here with me.

It was his stuff I sold you, and...

..we were wondering
if we could get it back.

No! Now, clear off!

Myrtle, honey.

Don't you "honey" me, buster!

She's a lot more vexed than
I remember her being before.

Myrtle?
I'm going to cut to the chase.

You are currently in possession of
items illegally taken from my home.

Myrtle?

Think she's thinking about it.

MYRTLE LAUGHS

What the...?

What did she do that for?

What is this stuff?

It's in my eyes. It's burning!

- It's hot sauce.
- Ohh...

Why did she pour hot sauce over me?

- I don't know, man.
- Argh!

But you've got to admit...

..it's kind of funny.

Myrtle, what are you playing at?!

How much hot sauce has she got?
Why has she got so much of it?

I think it's some bootleg thing
she's got going on.

And if that's not sent you packing,

then I will set Tiberius on you.

Who's Tiberius?

FIERCE BARKING AND THUMPING

Feels like we've come at a bad time.

Maybe we should come back
another day.

They're threatening
to publish this article.

Doesn't hold back, does it?

After everything I've done
for this island,

this is the thanks I receive?

And the fact that Anton Busette
is sharpening the knives

is of no surprise to me.

You and he have history?

Because I have no respect
for his gossip-mongering rag.

This isn't journalism.

This is...attention-grabbing
rhetoric.

SELWYN SIGHS

What?

This island petitioned
to get you your job back,

and you walked away
without any explanation,

like you didn't care.

And now, months later,

you come back
as if nothing happened.

I do care.

You know that.

But others don't.

All they know is that their
Commissioner of Police

abandoned them.

It's up to you
to change their minds.

Oh, my eyes won't stop stinging, man!

Tell me about it!

There's some trickled down
into my trousers.

Oh...

HE GROANS

I'm telling you, Mervin,

there's hot sauce in places

hot sauce is not supposed
to go, Mervin, man!

WATER SPLASHES, SOLOMON WHIMPERS

MERVIN LAUGHS

That's some mighty fiery sauce
Myrtle's been cooking up.

Look at us.
We're covered in the stuff!

Like a couple of chicken wings.

SOLOMON SIGHS AND SPLUTTERS

- Oh...
- Oh...

HE SIGHS

You're a...a liability, Sol.

You know that?

My life has been turned upside
down since you came into it.

Yeah, I kind of have that effect.

I can't live like that, man!

I'm a Detective Inspector.
Do you understand that?

And I need my clothes back.

And I need to not be
chasing around after you.

This is not how I...

MERVIN SIGHS

I'm sorry, man.

HE SIGHS

HE GRUNTS

Oh, hey, Sarge.

You all right there, Usain Bolt?

Yeah, just, um...

Yeah. What are you doing here?

Been having drinks
with a friend from Jamaica.

I was just on my way home
when I see the lights are on,

and I realise
Officer Rose is working late.

"Why is Officer Rose working
late?" I'm asking myself.

Yeah... Just, um...
Just going through these tapes.

Still... Still on these tapes.

And which one are you on now, then?

Ta-...

Tape number two.

Two? Tape two? Is that all?

I'm sorry, Sarge. It's just
every time I start listening,

my mind just wanders somewhere else.

Then I start thinking
about other things.

So then I rewind the tape
to the beginning,

but then the same thing
happens all over again.

It...

HE SIGHS

It's just...

..my brain, you know...

..can get a bit fidgety sometimes.

Like, I know what I'm meant
to be doing,

and I intentionally try to do it,

but my mind just does its own thing.

SEB SIGHS

I just want to finish this.

Hmm. All right.

How about we go through this
together?

You and me?

You sure, Sarge?

I know if it was me here
needing assistance,

you would do exactly the same thing.

Right?

No.

I'm just joking.
Of course I would. No question.

SHE SUCKS HER TEETH

So there you go, then.

SEB SIGHS

All right, let's do this thing.

Ah, boy, boy.

Whoo!

So, you have a good time
with your friend?

- Oh, it was cool, you know.
- Yeah?

Nice to hear all the gossip
going on back in Kingston.

Ooh!

You know, you never did tell me
why you left Jamaica.

I left...

..cos of a guy I was seeing.

Things got complicated between us,

and, um...

I just realised the best thing
that I could do...

..was just to turn and walk away.

Mmm.

Good morning, Isaac.

Good morning.

SELWYN CHUCKLES

- Good morning, Clarence.
- Morning.

Ah! How was the catch this morning?

Well, so-so.

So-so? Let me look, let me look.
Let me see.

Got two...

OK. I...I want that one there.

That big one.

CONVERSATION FADES

Good morning, Sarge.

- Morning.
- Morning.

SEB SIGHS

Inspector?

CLATTERING

I'm in here!

We got your message.

CLATTERING

MERVIN GRUNTS

HE SIGHS

So, I was doing a bit of
noseying around the old place,

and, er, bingo!

Literally.

Oh, so that's where it came from?

Yeah. Apparently,
this place used to be

a resort for the over-60s.

So this must have been here
since then.

OK. So, how do you explain
one of those bingo balls

ending up on the same
beach as our crime scene?

Well, it didn't magic itself
there, did it?

Somebody must have taken it
from this,

so we're going to have
to dust it for prints.

I could do that for you, sir.

Oh, nice one.

How about you two?

- Have you got something?
- So,

the tapes Keira Mayhew recorded
over the last week,

there was ten hours of it.

And throughout it all,

when she talks about
Alasdair and Margot Hartnell,

she doesn't once mention
they lost their daughter.

She was only 17.

Seems their marriage has been
struggling ever since.

Which was kind of odd, right?

So we did some digging.

Their daughter Charlotte
was killed in a car accident.

A hit-and-run.

But the person who did it
was never found.

All that was known was
that it was a female driver.

Only, the hit-and-run happened

outside the family home
in Islington.

Keira Mayhew's practice
was just over a mile away.

Also, it happened
on 1st April 2021.

And Keira Mayhew,
she moved over here six weeks later.

Is it possible
that that's what it was?

Keira was behind the car accident?

That's good work, the pair of you.

Well done.
You go and get that dusted,

and we'll go and talk
to the Hartnells.

So who's going to hold this, then?

We didn't come here because
we suspected Keira Mayhew

was the woman
who killed our daughter.

We came in a last-ditch attempt
to save our marriage.

Truly, we did.

Then why did you never mention
to Miss Mayhew

the fact that you
lost your daughter?

By your own admission,

your relationship problems
started five years ago.

The same time.

We didn't talk about it with her

because we never talk about it.

It's easier if we don't.

Margot tries, bless her,

or used to, you know,
to try to get me to open up, but...

..I just can't bear it.

I don't want to lose her.
I want to fix our marriage,

but I can't if I have to churn
all that up again.

I'm just not strong enough.

It's all right, my love.

If the Hartnells didn't
come here for revenge,

then the question still remains -

why did Keira Mayhew
leave London five years ago?

What happened to make her
suddenly up sticks and move to

- the other side of the world?
- Stacey...

Please give me a call
when you get this.

Just...just let me know you're OK.

It's...

It's Stacey.

I think she's had a meltdown.

I haven't seen her since yesterday.

I think she knew.

I think Keira told her
about me and her sister.

PHONE VIBRATES

Commissioner? Everything all right?

We'll look into it.

Er...

I saw she was upset, crying,
so I went over.

And as soon as she said she was
staying at the couples retreat,

I called you.

Couldn't get much from her,

except...she didn't want me
to phone her husband.

Hmm. Well, that's hardly surprising.

Uh, sir, um,
maybe I should take this one?

Everyone knows, don't they?

Only us.

May I?

Can you tell me when
you found out, Mrs Warber?

Thursday night.

I went to get some air on
the beach, and Keira was there.

She'd been drinking.

I'd not seen her like that.

She'd always been so composed.

She could hardly stand up,

so I helped her back
to her bungalow.

She was sort of rambling,

talking about some guy who had
betrayed her back in England

before she moved here,

had been cheating on her.

I got her home
and put her on the couch.

And she looked me in the eyes
and spoke to me.

- Oh, Stacey...
- Like it really mattered.

Don't be like me.

Don't, Stacey.

There was just something
in the way she'd said it.

And I knew she'd had
a one-to-one session

with Luke that day, and maybe...

..whatever he'd said
had, like, triggered her...

..reminded her of her own betrayal.
That's why she was drunk.

So when she was asleep,
I saw her notebook.

I felt sick.

Couldn't even process it.

Couldn't even breathe.

So I just pretended I didn't know.

Stacey, you've been through a lot
in the last couple of days.

If you were in denial,

if Keira was pressing you to
confront what you'd found out...

No... No, I didn't.

I admit there was all
this pent-up stuff inside me,

but I didn't kill Keira, I swear.

All right.

Well, thank you for talking
with me, Mr Shaw.

What did the ex-boyfriend
have to say for himself?

The ex-fiance.

The affair he was having had been
going on for three whole years

behind Keira's back
when she found out.

Wow. That must have floored her.

I mean, her job is to provide
relationship advice,

and all the time she was blind
to a three-year-long deception.

Explains why she suddenly upped
and left for another country.

And why Luke's betrayal
triggered her so much.

And why she had one or three
over the limit.

But it still doesn't explain

why she was murdered
three nights ago.

Inspector, DS Thomas,
I think we've got something.

Patrick Campbell, therapist.

Consultation fee, $150.

He's based in Guadeloupe.

Specialises in hypnotherapy.

Keira called him Friday
afternoon asking for advice.

He offered to share
their conversation

as part of our investigation.

On what?

She said a client of hers,

Margot Hartnell,
had just opened up to her

and was struggling with the memory

of an event of her recent past,

cos she had completely
blocked it out.

Which, apparently, is not uncommon

for people dealing
with traumatic experiences.

And according to Mr Campbell,

it's a pretty unorthodox approach

for Keira to resort to hypnotherapy

so early on in the process,

but she was convinced
it was necessary.

So, this forgotten memory,

do we know what it's to do with?

The night their daughter was killed
in a hit-and-run five years ago,

Mrs Hartnell does not remember
a thing about it.

But ever since,

she's been growing this feeling
of guilt, you know?

Like maybe she might have done
something bad that night.

Wait. You don't mean...?

All that was known was that
it was a female driver.

Mrs Hartnell wanted it
all off the record.

That's why there was nothing
in her notes or recordings.

Right, we need to talk
to Mrs Hartnell

and that therapist.
We need him here sharpish.

Come on.

Well, at first,
it was just guilt I felt.

Our grief counsellor said
it was normal as a parent

to feel a sense of responsibility.

Look, whatever I did five years ago,

I want the truth to come out.

If you think I killed Keira Mayhew

because I wanted to stop that
happening, you're wrong.

She arranged for me
to have hypnotherapy today.

Well, that can still happen,
Mrs Hartnell.

We've arranged for a hypnotherapist
to speak with you,

if you feel you're able.

Inspector!

If you wouldn't mind going
with Sergeant Fletcher.

Yeah.

I guess all we can do now is wait.

Ah, we're back to the bingo ball.

Inspector. Sarge.

Just got back from dusting off
the bingo ball machine for prints.

Unfortunately, nothing.

What's up with the Inspector?
Him all right?

NAOMI EXHALES

Inspector!
Everything all right, sir?

You got something?

Sir, what are you doing?

It's a little experiment.

Do bingo balls float?

The bingo ball floats.

OK. So, why take it out
of the bingo ball cage thingy

and bring it to the sea,
to the water's edge?

Was it just to see if it floats?

Or...maybe it's to see where it goes.

In which case...

So how did one of them manage
to leave the dinner table,

run down to the beach,

somehow get themself
100 metres out to sea,

drown Keira Mayhew...?

None of them left the table

for more than two to three
minutes at a time.

And was that a regular thing,

her going for a swim at that time?

Like, most evenings.

She said Keira seemed distracted.

Of course!

That's why you were there,
you little beauty!

Mwah!

MERVIN SPITS

OK, I need to speak to a fisherman,

or an oceanographer-ologist
type of person.

Basically, anyone who knows
the currents in this bay.

DS Thomas, I need a toxicology
report done on Keira Mayhew.

Officer Rose, I need you to collect
some evidence from her office.

But you know who did it?

I do. And I know how they
managed to drown Keira Mayhew

100 metres out at sea

without even stepping a foot
in the water.

Come on!

For those wondering why
Margot Hartnell isn't here with us,

it's because she's currently
with a hypnotherapist,

doing what she was always
supposed to be doing today -

trying to recover a buried memory

of what really happened
five years ago,

the night her daughter died.

Why am I telling you this?

Because Margot's therapy sessions

were meant to be conducted
by Keira Mayhew,

until somebody tried to stop
the truth from coming out...

..by murdering her,

Mr Hartnell.

Me? I... I did no such thing.

Oh? Oh, but you did.

- I know you did.
- But how?

I was at dinner when it happened,

on dry bloody land.

Yeah, you were, which is why
it was so clever of you.

But now that I've got
a better understanding

of what's gone on,
I believe you created

a small window of opportunity
in which to commit murder.

But not 100 metres out at sea.

You drowned Keira Mayhew

right outside your own bungalow.

Because,
from the very start of this case,

we've worked on the assumption
that, as Miss Mayhew's body

was discovered 100 metres out at sea

in a straight line
from where she swam,

that's where she was drowned.

But what if, actually,

when Miss Mayhew went
for her evening dip,

she preferred to swim
along the shore,

rather than out from it?

That would mean she'd have
to swim past your bungalow

further along the beach,

and that would give you opportunity

to commit murder.

But when? I told you I was
at dinner when it happened.

Yeah, we have security camera footage

that shows you
leaving the dinner table

to get your glasses

at 18 minutes past seven.

I was gone, what,
a couple of minutes?

Three minutes at the most.

You're not seriously suggesting

I was able to physically drown
a fit and healthy woman

in that time, without getting
soaked in water?

Yeah, sounds impossible, right?

But I don't think Miss Mayhew
was as fit and healthy

as she might normally be.

I believe you sedated her.

We know that your wife
uses sleeping pills.

None of us have been to bed.
And I took a sleeping pill.

And we also know that
you were the last person

to have a one-to-one session
with Miss Mayhew

that day, at 5pm.

One-to-one sessions in the afternoon

with Stacey Warber,
then Alasdair Hartnell.

- Keira...
- Excuse me.

And while there...

Hi. Can I help you?

..we believe you spiked her drink

when she wasn't looking.

We didn't believe
Keira was drugged,

because the finger marks
on her neck suggested

she was held down by force
and drowned.

We're awaiting the toxicology report

and results from the glass
Keira drank from.

And I have no doubt
we'll get confirmation

that there were significant traces of
sleeping pills in her system.

And so, while
Miss Mayhew was swimming,

she suddenly felt drowsy
and swam ashore.

When you returned to your bungalow

under the pretence
of getting your glasses,

you ran down to the beach
where Miss Mayhew

was lying unconscious on the sand,

and then you did two things.

First, you grabbed her neck
and shoulders,

making sure to leave bruises,

so it would look like
someone had strangled her

and forced her under the water.

Before moving her into the sea,

for her to be carried away,

making sure that she was face down,

so that, still unconscious,

her lungs would fill with water.

It took less than a minute.

All you had to do now was
hurry back to the dinner table,

and leave Keira to drown...

..and let the sea do
the rest of the work for you.

We checked with a local
oceanologist at the university,

and the current in this bay
moves in a north-westerly direction,

which means it would have carried
Miss Mayhew's body diagonally,

taking her from your bungalow, here,

to where her body
was discovered here.

And with her clothes being
left on the beach here,

we'd all assume
she swam in a straight line.

Now, you had no idea where the
currents would take Keira's body,

so you had to test it first,
didn't you?

You went and found this...

..and you threw it into the sea

to observe which route it took,
which was conveniently

in a north-westerly direction
from your bungalow

directly to where Keira began
her nightly swim.

And that's when your plan
finally came together.

Keira's body was found still at sea,

not long after she drowned.

But this ball, left overnight,
ended up washing up ashore.

And that was your undoing.

But why would he do this to her?

Because he didn't want Keira to
help his wife remember.

Remember what?

What he did.

I remember, Alasdair.

I remember all of it.

All the horror of it.

You rushing in and telling me
someone had hurt our little girl.

I remember the ambulance
and the police...

..and the shock and the pain.

And I remember you coming in...

..and holding me, in tears, shaking.

Both of us heartbroken.

And I remember in that moment...

..the smell of alcohol
on your breath.

And I remember coming back inside...

..and seeing you.

I checked the original
case file, Mr Hartnell,

and the phone call to the police

in which the hit-and-run driver
was described as female

came from an anonymous caller.

That was you, wasn't it,

trying to direct suspicion
away from yourself?

HE SIGHS

I would have lost everything.

Alasdair Hartnell,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Keira Mayhew.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

I never want to see you ever again.

Well, well, well.
Good evening to you both.

Good evening.

Catherine.

We spoke at Maryanne Edward's
charity barbecue, I think?

I don't remember.

I certainly enjoyed our little chat.

SHE FORCES A CHUCKLE

Commissioner, can I get you a rum?

That won't be necessary.

This won't take that long.

Think I'll have one, Catherine,
if you wouldn't mind.

I appreciate you giving me
an advance copy of the article.

Here is my written statement
in response.

ANTON CHUCKLES

Saying...?

I agree with every single word
you've written.

Sorry?

After receiving some sage advice

from my good friend here.

As I say in my statement,

it hurt to think that the bond

I had forged with this island
had been broken.

But the circumstances
were of my own making.

So, I will be the one to fix it.

- And how will you do that?
- As of tomorrow,

I will be commencing
an initiative with my team,

and with a little help
from the island's mayor.

An initiative to strengthen
our relationship

with the community.

So, if you will excuse me,
I have work to do.

Good evening.

Well...

..he just killed my article,
didn't he?

With one single shot.

I think he maybe just has.

Enjoy your evening.

HE GRUNTS

Sorry, mate, that's my hat.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, Sol.

Look, I just got home

and I saw you brought
all my stuff back.

Oh, you know, worked
the old Solomon Clarke magic.

Yeah, well,
I just wanted to say thank you.

Did you have to give
Myrtle her money back?

I mean, you're not in
debt still, are you?

Ah, don't worry yourself.

Anyway, man, got to get a boat
back to Antigua.

Got some business over there
that needs attending to.

Course you have.

I mean, there's always
something going on

in Solomon-land, right?

You said it.

HE CHUCKLES

Um, look...

CLEARS THROAT

What about us now?

I mean, what do we do next?

I don't know, man.

Like you said, I am trouble.

A detective doesn't need that
in his life.

Look, Sol, I didn't mean...

Maybe I shouldn't have said that...

And no disrespect to you, bro,

but...ain't much good to me
having a police officer around.

Got a reputation to keep.

Yeah, yeah. No, I totally understand.

Look, man.

We tried this and...

..maybe it just wasn't
meant to be, you know?

Look after yourself, brother.

Yeah, you too.

Look, Solomon, I...

CALL DISCONNECTS

Hello, neighbour.

- Quiet morning?
- It was.

Henry Ashby.

Moved to Saint Marie ten years ago.

Henry was definitely
mixed up in something murky.

The victim's copy of this book
was missing from his bookshelf.

So where is it?

I need to reassure you that this
island still matters to me.

Why did the detective
not bother showing up?

Why was your moped seen
outside the victim's villa

up in the hills?

Did you ever catch them, Inspector?

I'd sleep much better
knowing you did.

It wasn't me!