All language subtitles for Death In Paradise s15e03.eng

ALARM BEEPS

ALARM STOPS

ON RADIO:
- Good morning to those who've just tuned in.

You're listening to Saint Marie FM.

- ALARM BEEPS

ALARM STOPS

ON RADIO:
- Welcome to Saint Marie FM...

- Morning, Henry.

Sorry to disturb.

Fleur wants this all clear.

You know those parakeet flowers of
yours?

- Mm-hm.
- Not loving that spot.

- They'll stay where they are.

- Poor things, wilting away.

I always say gardening is all about
balance.

- Here I was thinking it was about
enjoying peace and quiet.

- Or connecting with something bigger
than yourself.

- Go on. Where do you plant them?

- Ah, well, they do best in partial
shade.

Plenty of morning light, but avoid the
afternoon sun.

Don't want them burning out.

- I shall bear that in mind.

- Baxter! Drop everything!

I've had 30 kilos of grog clay
delivered

and it's baking in the sun.

Be a darling and shift it for me,
would you,

before it turns to concrete?

Hello, neighbour!

Quiet morning!
- QUIETLY: - It was.

- Friday, 9:30, as usual?

- If you're late again, I'm leaving
without you.

- Oh, you are cruel!

Can you remind me to pick up
starfruit?

I've been experimenting with my
smoothies.

Right, Baxter, let's go!

When the muse is upon me,

I must strike while the clay is still
soft!

- HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

- Fancy a cold glass of home-made
lemonade?

- I'd kill for one.

GUNSHOT WINGS FLUTTER

- I think it came from down there.

- Did it come from Henry's?

Henry!
- Henry?

I hope he's all right. Henry!

- Henry!

- Henry?

No!

- SHE GASPS

- Who did this?

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

- OK.

Chins down.

Relax your faces.

In Paris, we say you don't take a
photograph,

you create it.

OK?

- You're really into this.

- Just makes a change to be in a photo
where my head won't get cut off.

Every family photo ever,

you see me from the shoulders down.
- SHE LAUGHS

- Shall we try your hand on your hip?

Less like you've stepped on a sea
urchin,

more like...you just heard the rum's
on the house.

Morning, Commissioner.

- Where is Inspector Wilson?

- SHE HESITATES

We did try, sir.

He said he's only here short-term,

so didn't think it was his place.

Also, apparently, football is on.

- And, presumably, the crime rate
drops every time his team plays?

- One can only hope, sir.

- The whole point of this initiative

is to make the wider community feel

that we are all in this for them.

To strengthen their trust in us.

How are we going to begin to do that
when our senior detective

can't be bothered to turn up for our
team photograph?

He'd better make it to the launch this
evening.

- PHONE RINGS INSIDE

Erm, I should get that.

Excuse me, sir.

- Come on!

Just give me the second half!

It's not even a big game!

- CAR HORN HONKS

HORN HONKS RHYTHMICALLY

- What?

- The Commissioner is seriously not
happy you missed your close-up.

- Can't they just Photoshop me in?

- Something tells me he's not going to
go for that.

- Is that all you came here for?

- No. There's been a shooting up in
the hills.

FOOTBALL COMMENTARY ON LAPTOP

HORN HONKS

- Stupid island!

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Victim's name
is Henry Ashby.

Originally from the UK.

Moved to Saint Marie ten years ago.

- What else do we know?

- His neighbour, Fleur Edwards,

and her gardener, Baxter Turton, heard
the shot around 10:30.

When they arrived, the doors were wide
open

and they saw someone on a white moped

speeding off through the trees.

Miss Edwards said she saw the same
moped

outside the house last night.

Even got a registration number.

Sergeant Fletcher is on the case.

- Well, there's mud on the floor.

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

- No sign of a forced entry,

so, either the victim let the killer
in,

or the killer let themself in from the
garden,

shot Henry and pegged it back the same
way.

- SEB:
- That's a serious tattoo, boss.

I feel like I've seen it somewhere
before.

- Yeah, it's Pegasus.

- Oh! The flying horse mutant thing!

- Something like that.

And the bloke riding him is
Bellerophon.

It's part of the Parachute Regiment
insignia.

Mate of mine had one.

He said the Army trained him for
anything...

..which is why he now runs a soft play
in Croydon.

Yeah, he might be a military man,

so let's check that out, shall we?

Ten years on this island and not even
a vase in the gaff.

- A big reader, though!

- Yeah.

Man had a lot of books.

- Interesting.
- What is?

- This is a meticulously organised
library,

and he's filed his books
alphabetically by author.

- Reading's never really been my
thing, you know?

But if I have to read a book,

I usually start at the last page
first, you know what I mean?

Swerve the sad endings.

- Hang on.

There's one missing.

This section is Charles Dickens
novels.

Uh, Pickwick Papers,

Our Mutual Friend, David Copperfield,
etc.

There's one missing.

Which one is it?

I think it's Tale Of Two Cities.

Yeah, it's definitely Tale Of Two
Cities.

Where can that have got to?

Officer Rose, check the bedside table,
yeah?

- He might have lent it to someone or
even lost it.

- Mm. Maybe.

- Nothing in the bedroom, sir.

- I was taking off my boots. Then we
both heard it.

- It was terrifying.

- GUNSHOT

- I could feel it in my bones.

Something awful had happened.

We rushed straight over, but...

- We were too late.

Next thing I know, I heard tyres
kicking up dirt.

Couldn't get a look at the
registration plate,

but they were wearing a helmet and a
black top.

- And you said you think you saw the
same moped last night?

- I'm often up working late.

From my studio, I can see Henry's.

Someone was outside, lurking,

peering through his windows.

At first I thought maybe it was a
delivery driver.

Wrong address...

But something felt off,

so I jotted the number plate down in
my sketchbook.

- How long have you lived out here?

- Three months.

Long enough to adore it.

I needed space for my work.

To find inspiration and...

Look!

Of course, when I arrived, the garden
was an absolute jungle.

- Hired me on the spot.

Said the weeds were choking her
genius.

- And Henry?

Was he a good neighbour?

- He kept... Kept to himself.

Didn't seem to want to get close.

- Still, he drove you into town on
Fridays, right?

Big shop day.

That's the only thing on his calendar.

- He offered.

I may have mentioned how tiresome I
find driving,

having done it for years in London.

- And there's no Jubilee line on Saint
Marie, right?

- Er, quite.

- Anyone else ever stop by?

Not that I know of.

- Fleur's right. Mr Ashby wasn't much
for company.

Preferred books.

- Yeah, speaking of which, did he ever
lend you any?

Tale Of Two Cities, maybe?

- Dickens?

- Inspector?

- We'll be in touch. Thank you.

- So, that moped's from a rental
outfit, Mope and Glory.

Just spoke to the owner, Winston.

Bit of a relic, but he keep up good
records, you know?

- Bottom line?

- Er, driver's a tourist from the UK.

Arrived a week ago,

but he provided an ID and a local
address.

Craig Pinnock, an accountant from
Nunhead in London.

- Craig Pinnock?

- Want to step away from the bike,
please?

- So, how can I help you, detectives?

There's not a problem, is there?

- We need to establish your
whereabouts this morning.

- Yeah, a fatal shooting just a few
miles from here.

A man called Henry Ashby was murdered.

Do you know him?

- Well, no!

- HE SCOFFS

- Never heard of the guy.

- That's funny.

A moped, just like the one you were
scrubbing clean outside,

was used to flee the scene.

- We also have evidence placing that
same white moped

and its driver outside the victim's
house last night.

- What? Sorry.

- HE SCOFFS

- No, there must be some mistake.

I, erm...

Look, I didn't shoot anyone.

H-How do we clear this up?

- Let's start from the beginning,
yeah?

Last night, why was your moped seen

outside the victim's villa up in the
hills?

- Right. OK.

Erm, so I may have driven past that
h-house last night,

but only because I took a wrong turn.

I was, erm...

I was looking for a property,

a villa that I'd seen online,

and, erm, I thought there might be
somebody in

to point me in the right direction,
but no answer.

- You were looking for a house for
sale - after dark?

- Yes. I mean, it was supposed to have
beautiful sunset views

and, erm, well, I'm looking to buy out
here.

Remote accounting. Less stress. Ha.

- So, you were at the victim's villa,

but you never interacted with him?

- No, no. Absolutely not.

- What about in the morning?

- It was definitely my moped that was
seen?

- Our witnesses didn't get a
registration,

but the description matches.

- And the rider was wearing...

..a black top.

- OK, so I can see now why you might
think it was me,

but...it wasn't.

- So it was just coincidence?

Someone else was there this morning,
dressed just like you,

on a similar white moped, outside the
same property

you were visiting last night?

- Must be.

That's bizarre, isn't it?

But I can assure you, detectives,

that I was nowhere near that house.

- Then, where were you, 10:30, when
the shooting happened?

- Buying coconut water.

There's a street vendor, and I'd
stopped to make a work call.

Felt thirsty.

And this was definitely 10:30.

- Where was this?
- Crescent Cove.

- The opposite side of the island to
the crime scene.

Convenient.
- Convenient?

Now, look, you've got the wrong
person.

I didn't shoot anyone. Check my phone.

- BOTH:
- We will.

- Thank you for your help.

We'll be in touch if we need anything
further.

- Well, the vendor confirms he served
Craig this morning,

and he was on his phone the whole
time.

That's why he remembers him.

- Craig's client also confirms

they spoke at 15:30 UK time, which is
10:30 here.

They spoke for five minutes and it all
tallies

with the call log on Craig's phone.

- But it has to be Craig that shot
Henry Ashby.

His clothing was identified. And the
bike.

And he was outside Henry's the night
before.

And you saw what he was like at the
villa.

He was all over the place!
- But he has an alibi

for the time of the murder, sir.

So if it was him, then, how did he do
it?

- Craig's definitely holding back.

So if we don't yet know how he managed
to shoot Henry Ashby,

let's focus on his motive.

Why did he do it?

- PHONE VIBRATES

- Sergeant Fletcher.

What have you got for us?

- Inspector, bit of a development at
Henry's.

Seems there's a little more to him
than we first thought.

- A spy! I'm telling you, he has to be
a spy!

- Henry was definitely mixed up in
something murky.

Surveillance, perhaps?

- A spy! 100%!

I'm talking code names, you know?

Drop-off locations! Secret handshakes!

- Exploding pens?

- His military records came in.

Henry rose through the ranks quickly

before a voluntary discharge 15 years
ago.

Then nothing.

No paper trail. No fixed address.

Vanished until Saint Marie.

- What about his phone?

- Zero phone calls. The man had nobody
checking in.

I mean, it's like he just totally
ghosted life.

And his laptop? Locked down tight.

But I've asked the lab, and they're
checking it out.

- But his bank account?

Ha! Stacked.

Living off-grid with serious money
behind him.

- Makes you wonder who or what was he
running from...

- I've got a mate in Organised Crime
Command.

I'll give her a call, see if what
we've found

triggers anything her end.

But let's keep looking into Craig
Pinnock.

Now we know that the victim isn't what
he seems,

there must be a reason Craig wanted
him dead.

- It's time we headed over to the
Commissioner's launch.

Ready, sir?
- Er, I'll catch you up.

I've got this phone call to make
first.

- OK.

See you there.

Don't be late.

FAINT CHATTER

- You know, the Commissioner asked us
to say

a few words about what Saint Marie
means to us,

and I was like, "Man, I mean, where do
I start?" You know?

- So, what did you go for?

- Officer Rose's top ten favourite
places to fill your belly.

- OK!

Eh, do you think that's quite what the
Commissioner...?

- Hmm?

- You know what? That is perfect.

You all right?

- Big crowd.

- It tends to happen when you offer
free snacks.

- The Inspector's cutting it fine.

Wouldn't want to be in his boots when
he arrives.

- It's a wonderful turnout, don't you
think?

Worth all the phone calls.

If only every idea came together so
smoothly.

- I should have escorted him here
myself.

- Mervin made a commitment, no?

Focus on your speech.

- And at number two, we have the Grill
Bar.

You know the one? With the sweet,
sweet curry goat?

The one where the...

The chef sings love songs as he cooks.

I'm actually thinking about starting
my own food tour.

So, at the end, I'm open to investors.
We can speak...

- Thank you, thank you! Thank you for
that enthusiasm.

- MURMURING APPLAUSE

- Officer Rose.

And thank you for coming, everyone.

Tonight is a new beginning.

Since returning to Saint Marie,

I have been made aware that I need to
recommit,

to reassure you that this island still
matters to me.

To us.

And you, its people, matter even more.

This is the first step.

Rebuilding trust...

- LINE RINGS

- ..strengthening the relationship
between myself and my team...

..and you, the people we serve.

Ah...

- QUIETLY: No answer.

- Ah, we will proceed with a Q&A as
planned.

First questions, please.

- Yes, I've got a question.

Why did the detective not bother
showing up?

- SHOUTS OF AGREEMENT

- Erm...
- MAN: - Why not?

- WOMAN:
- Yeah! - Well...

- MAN:
- Yes? - Erm...

- Erm, actually, Commissioner,

erm, can I take this one?

- Of course.

- Thank you. MIC FEEDBACK SQUEAKS

QUIET MURMURING

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

MIC FEEDBACK HUMS

DI Wilson's not here because he's
working on a murder case,

and knowing him, he's probably so deep
into it

he hasn't realised the time.

But that's because he cares about his
work.

All of us standing here care so much
about what we do.

It's not just about solving crimes,

it's about doing it right.

And that's why we show up,

because it's not just what we do,
it's...

..it's who we are.

MURMURING

APPLAUSE

CATHERINE:
- Thank you to Naomi.

- PLEASED CHATTER

- Well done.

- Next question!

- So, to Sergeant Thomas for bossing
it.

- THEY CHUCKLE

- Look.

Look who arrives just in time for the
clean-up.

- Look, I'm late, I know, but I've...

- Good news is, there's no more
speeches,

but the bad news - no more snacks.

- The Commissioner left ten minutes
ago,

and he said he's very disappointed,
but not surprised.

- Direct quote.

- Stop talking!

Look, I've got some major intel on our
victim, all right?

I mean, it all makes total sense now.

The military background, the fake
passports, living off-grid.

I mean, I should have worked this out
before!

- Worked out what?
- He was a spy!

- No, Officer Rose,

Henry Ashby was a professional hit
man.

- NAOMI: So, multiple passports were
found in the victim's house.

COMMISSIONER:
- I don't believe it.

- Why is it so hard to get a book out
of the library?

- Inspector!

You do still work here?

- Yeah...

Commissioner, look, I'm sorry about
last night,

but I was doing what I thought was
best for the case.

- Disappearing in the name of duty is
still disappearing.

I made my expectations very clear.

- Yes, Commissioner, I'm sorry. It
won't happen again.

- You might also offer thanks to DS
Thomas,

who covered for your absence with
great aplomb.

- Thank you, DS Thomas.

Right, are we done?

- No.

You will make amends with some
community outreach work.

Mrs Desiree, one of our most senior
residents,

was in attendance last night.

She told me she was in need of a
little police assistance.

I said you would pay her a visit.

That is her address.

- Mm.

- A Tale Of Two Cities.

Have you read it before?

- No, but I used to work weekends

with a guy who ran Dickens tours.

- Like all his best - redemption,
hope,

the destructive nature of revenge.

- Not a million miles from this case.

Erm...
- DS Thomas was updating me.

Your victim is a hit man.

- Yeah, Organised Crime linked Henry
Ashby to a shelved case.

He's the prime suspect in a historic
hit job in Putney,

made to look like a break-in.

The victim was a shop owner with ties
to loan sharks.

- Henry made it look like a break-in?

- The theory goes - Henry's the guy
you call in

when things get heavy.

There's other suspected hits,

but the evidence is nonexistent.

- I went through the victim's bank
statements, Commissioner.

There were years of large cash
deposits.

No employer, just drops.

- Why did they never catch him?

- I expect cos he was good at his job.

All they had on the guy was some
grainy CCTV footage

and the description of a very
distinctive tattoo.

- Pegasus!

Though I still feel like I've seen
that tattoo

somewhere before, you know?

I'm just not sure where.

- So, I did some digging into our
suspect, Craig Pinnock.

Turns out Craig's a widower.

This was his wife, Lucy Pinnock.

Died ten years ago on the 2nd of July.

- So?

- She was shot.

A home break-in gone wrong.

No suspect, no motive,

just a robbery turned fatal.

- Two robberies, two deaths, same MO.

Well, that's no coincidence.

- And here, three days before Lucy's
death, the last cash drop.

- So, if Henry was a contract killer

and Lucy Pinnock was one of his last
jobs, then...

- Craig Pinnock suddenly has really
good motive

to want Henry Ashby dead.

CRAIG:
- They were trying to scare me.

- Who was?
- Loan sharks.

I'd started gambling and, erm,

told myself I could get it under
control,

but I owed so much money and they were
starting to hound me.

- When they came to collect what you
owed them,

you didn't have it, and your wife was
collateral.

- I hate myself every day for what
they did to her.

For what I caused.

- But you didn't tell the police?

- Must have been eating you up alive
inside.

The shame, the guilt, the rage?

And so you decided you'd hunt down
Henry Ashby yourself.

- I knew that the police would never
find him,

because they didn't know the full
truth -

that it was a professional hit.

- Not an easy job.

I mean, the trail was cold, wasn't it?
For years!

- The killer was hiding out here on
Saint Marie.

How did you find Henry?

- Well, the people I owed money to - I
did some digging.

Eventually, I found out who they paid
to do their dirty work. Ha.

- So, you knew exactly who Henry was,

and you came anyway?

- If there was a chance I could look
him in the eye,

get him to answer for what he did...

- So, revenge! That was your plan.

You knew exactly whose house you were
at that night.

- OK, look, I admit I went there to
confront him,

but I never laid eyes on him. He
wasn't there!

- You went back the next morning to
finish the job!

- No, I've already told you this.

I was on the other side of the island.

Look, whoever went there that morning
to shoot him,

it was someone else. It wasn't me!

- Something wrong, Officer Rose?

Or are you just exercising your thumb
muscles?

- Hey! I'm working, actually.

Had to scroll through this group chat
to find this video.

Although I did briefly get sidetracked

by this chicken wearing carnival
pearls.

- Please, beat around the bush some
more, Officer Rose.

- Sir, that tattoo...

You know how I thought I recognised it
from somewhere?

Boom!

Three months ago,

Henry saved a woman

who was caught up in a riptide out at
Turtle Bay.

He did no photos, no press,

but somebody filmed it, and the video
went viral!

The man went in twice!

Once for the old lady.

Once for the little dog.

I printed these off.

You can see the Pegasus tattoo in
both.

- So, we have a trained assassin who
saves poodles in his spare time.

- But it means literally anybody
looking for Henry Ashby

could have seen that video and come to
the island for revenge.

- All right, so,

maybe someone else on a white moped
wearing a black top

did go to Henry Ashby's place that
morning and shoot him?

OK, we're going to have to check all
routes

to the woods behind Henry's place and
any road cameras along the way.

- We should also look into who else
knew Henry.

- Mm-hm, got it.

- SHE HUMS

BAXTER, MUFFLED: Listen, it's me.

The police are going to want to talk
to me.

But I don't want you to worry.

SEB:
- Still no joy with the moped?

- No sign of anyone else on a white
bike

who could have possibly shot Henry.

What about Fisherman's Way?

It's the fastest route to the house.

- The only camera along there has been
busted for weeks.

So it's the perfect time for lunch!
- HE CHUCKLES

- Cold case, hot prawns.
- Oh.

- No, seriously, you have to try one
of these.

Captain Crustacean's firecracker
prawns.

- Why, thank you.

But if you want real flavour, ooh, you
got to go

to Old Man Baptiste behind the cricket
ground.

My father used to take us after
school.

Baptiste had this secret marinade.

Legendary.

- Ooh!
- Mm.

- All right, take your time.

They're spicy.

Mmm.

- I mean, it's got a little bit of a
kick.

- SEB CHOKES

- Oh, are you OK?

- HE SLAPS CHEST

- Yeah, all right...

- HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

- If we're speedy, we'll make it to
Old Man Baptiste

before he shuts.
- Me need milk!

- Interesting.

- Listen...

..I didn't get to say this properly
before,

but thank you for covering for me last
night,

whatever it was you did - or said.

- That's OK, sir. I...

I know you're maybe not feeling like
yourself at the moment.

- Yeah, well, erm...

It's, uh... It's not been the best few
weeks.

Finding a brother, then him going away
again.

But you know me,

I don't let those things get to me,
right?

- Right! No.

Sure you don't.

- What?
- Well...

SHE SIGHS

We haven't seen you much in the last
week, sir.

All you do is stay in your shack and
watch football.

- I like football.

- I know, but it's a lot of football.

- Yeah, well, there's a lot of games.

Listen, let's just focus on the case.

What have you got?

- Actually, those weekly shopping
trips Henry used to take?

He was pulling out $500 like
clockwork.

- That's some major coinage for
groceries.

- And guess who was depositing the
exact same amount

into their account the same day, every
week?

- Fleur?
- Baxter.

- Henry was bankrolling Fleur's
gardener?

Why?

- Well, doesn't look like it was for
fertiliser.

- Hush money.
- Maybe.

But the payments stopped.

One was due Friday.

Never came.

- And a couple of days later, Henry's
dead.

- It's true.

Henry...

..gave me money.

- But you never thought to mention it?

Why was he paying you?

- He said it wasn't charity.

He had money sitting there, doing
nothing.

- We're not talking about a few bob
here, Mr Turton.

This is thousands.

It sounds a lot to me like leverage,
extortion...

- No, no, no, that's not what it was.
I would never.

- He stops paying you,

you get angry, decide to punish him,

and that's why you...
- It's my son, Rio.

He was diagnosed with Hodgkin's
lymphoma.

We caught it early, but it still
turned everything upside down.

The bills, the waiting, trying to keep
things normal for him.

I was barely holding it together.

So then Henry started helping, paying
for treatments.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

And last week, Rio got the all clear.

And the final thing Henry said to me

was that he didn't want a penny back.

- Do you get the sense Henry was
trying to atone for his actions?

Saving that woman and her dog,

paying for Baxter's kid's health care.

I mean, for a man who killed for a
living,

he seemed to suddenly find a moral
code in life.

- Detectives.

Sorry.

There's something I need to tell you.

I wasn't sure whether to say anything.

Fleur's been great to me, really.

- But?

- It was a few weeks ago.

Fleur was pretty out of it.

- SHE MURMURS

- I tried to help her out of the sun,
and...

- Men like him always think they can
get away with it...

- She started muttering about Henry.
- ..but not this time, Baxter.

- She wasn't making a lot of sense.

I doubt she meant anything by it,

but it's been playing on my mind.

- I told you there was a short cut
along Fisherman's Way.

- I'm pretty sure you broke the sound
barrier.

- No... No!

"Thank you for the memories"!

- Now I'll never know if he lived up
to his hype!

Sorry, Sarge.

- Makes me realise how long I've been
away from Saint Marie.

Come back expecting everything to be
the same,

but things change, right?

You don't regret coming back, do you,
Sarge?

SHE CHUCKLES

No.

I couldn't stay in Jamaica any more.

It was right to leave.

- Do you miss him?

Your ex?

- Aha! No.

It just doesn't feel the same here,
you know?

That's all. Just...

..getting used to it.

Right, come on. Let's go back to the
station.

- Let's try the back.

Miss Edwards.

- Oh, hello.

Apologies for the mess.

They come as a pair, Inspector.

- Not really my taste, to be honest.

- What he really means is,

he's not much of, erm, an art
collector.

- Please, they're fragile.

- Like your relationship with Henry?

Yeah, your gardener told us about your
drunken threats.

- Oh! Who knew I'd hired Chatty Cathy?

- What did you mean when you said,

"Men like him always get away with
it"?

- He tried it on with me.

Didn't like being rejected.

- It sounded like you wanted to punish
him

for more than just making a pass at
you.

- What aren't you telling us, Miss
Edwards?

- All I'm guilty of, detectives, is
bruising Henry's delicate ego.

- I don't believe you.

I think you knew exactly who he was,
didn't you?

- I haven't the foggiest idea what
you're talking about.

I saw someone on a moped outside
Henry's place.

That's who killed him.

Did you ever catch them, Inspector?

I'd sleep much better knowing you did.

- Us, too.

We'll be in touch.

- NAOMI SIGHS

- Fleur's story isn't sitting right
with me,

but she has an alibi.

Baxter was with her in her house when
Henry Ashby was shot.

- And Baxter's account checks out.

I spoke to the hospital.

Everything he said about his son Rio
is true.

- Which brings us back to Craig
Pinnock,

who has motive coming out of his ears,

but he also has an alibi for the
murder.

- So, what you're saying is

the three people who could have shot
Henry Ashby

couldn't have shot Henry Ashby.

- Exactly that.

- Inspector.

One laptop, lab-fresh, fully
decrypted.

- Now, that's more like it!
- I don't think so, Inspector.

You have somewhere to be,

if you haven't forgotten, which I
sense you have.

- Mrs Desiree?

- How about I give you a lift there?

Make sure you don't get lost, hmm?

- Maybe I should take this.

- Good luck, Inspector!

- SELWYN:
- Inspector!

I bump into Mrs Desiree in church
every now and then.

She makes the most superb ginger cake.

- Good for her.

- You seem confused, Inspector.

- Well, it's just that I thought you
said

she needed police assistance.

Fixing her gate, that's a handyman's
job.

- Perhaps. But if you hadn't realised,

the reason I asked you to do this

was in the hope that you might learn
something from it.

- Yeah, yeah, I figured as much.

Going that extra mile for the
community,

improving police relationships, etc,
etc.

- Actually, this was more about you
than my community initiative.

- Me?

- Inspector, I know the last week or
so has been tough on you

and might have had you even thinking
about

why you stayed on on this island.

- Maybe.

Look, I'm not going to lie, OK?

Now that Solomon and I have parted
ways,

yeah, it has had me wondering.

- Which is perfectly understandable.

But hiding away, avoiding people,

not being part of this island's life?

You're missing out.

- HE SIGHS

- Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

But, you know, fixing some old lady's
gate,

you really think that's the answer?

- MRS DESIREE: Iced tea, Commissioner?

- Oh, yes! Thank you.

I'll be right with you.

In answer to your question...

..I suppose you'll find out,
Inspector.

- Don't I get any iced tea?

- Speeding ticket!

- Where them catch you?

- Fisherman's Way!

Must have been when we were going to
Old Man Baptiste.

I thought you said that camera was
broken!

- It's been taped off for months.

- If it's working, then maybe that's
the route the killer took.

Let's go.

- KNOCK AT DOOR

NAOMI: Inspector!

HE GROANS

- Mrs Desiree's gate bit back.

- Ah, so...

..spent half the night going through
Henry's laptop.

He was researching Fleur.

Social media, old exhibitions,
personal records.

- That doesn't sound like a crush.

- No, he was looking for a connection.

And now, I know to what.

Fleur and Lucy Pinnock were
housemates.

Same university. Seemed super close.

Lucy was using her maiden name.

- So, three months ago, Fleur moves in
next door

to the man who killed her best friend,

and now he's dead.

- She was like a sister.

- Must have been a shock when she
died.

- It didn't make sense.

A robbery with nothing really taken,

and she'd never be caught up in
anything dangerous.

- So what did you do?
- The day before it happened...

..Lucy told me she thought a man was
following her.

It spooked her. She...

She described him - his height, his
build.

Said he had a tattoo - a winged horse
on his forearm.

I told the police. They dropped it.

- But you never forgot.

And then, years later,

you saw a news story -

Henry, saving a woman and her dog.

- All of a sudden, there he was.

- So you tracked him down to Saint
Marie,

casually moved in next door, and then
made nice?

- I wanted to understand how someone
like that could keep on living.

- And when you couldn't understand,
you killed him.

- In case you'd forgotten, Inspector,

I was making lemonade,

something I was about to offer you,

but I'm thinking better of it.

- Hang on, so you're telling me the
man who robbed

Lucy of her life was on your doorstep
and you did zilch?

- Of course I wanted him to pay!

To see the shame in his eyes

when he realised I knew who he was,
what he'd done.

But I never got the chance.

I didn't kill him.

- Lucy's husband is out here, too.

Craig's on Saint Marie.

- Bit of a coincidence, don't you
think?

You two turning up on the same island?

- You knew he was here.

- OK, erm..

..the night before Henry died,

I did see someone on a moped outside
his house.

It looked like Craig.

My heart almost stopped.

I told myself if it was him,

whatever he was up to, I wanted
nothing to do with it.

And then Henry turned up dead.

I gave you the number plate,

hoping and praying that I was
mistaken...

..and that Craig wasn't involved.

- He's at the centre of everything,

just never where we need him to be.

- Inspector, you're going to want to
see this.

Well, we just checked the speed camera
on Fisherman's Way,

and it caught something.

OK, so, this is about six minutes away

from the victim's house,

10:21, the morning of the murder.

Just wait for it...

- SEB:
- Boom! Right there, sir!

- Guy in a black top on a white moped

with the same registration plate as
the one Craig Pinnock hired.

- So Craig Pinnock did it!

We now know he drove to the victim's
house

at the time of the murder.

Wait...

Why did the street vendor say

he was buying coconut water when it
happened?

- OK, let's play this out.

DS Thomas, you be the victim. Over
there, please.

Erm, Officer Rose, you be Craig. Just
there.

And, Sergeant Fletcher, you be the
vendor, right?

Er, phone?

- HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

- OK, go.
- LONDON ACCENT: - Yes, bruv!

Just grabbing a coconut water now,
innit?

Yeah. I'll send over them figures
soon.

Definitely not going to shoot nobody
today.

- Remind me never to take you
undercover.

- That's it!

It's simple!

Craig wasn't actually on a call.

He was pretending - like Officer Rose
was just now.

He made sure he was seen and heard so
that when we asked the vendor...

- We were told the story Craig wanted
us to hear,

not the truth.

The vendor never knew the time,

only that Craig was on the phone.

- Confirmation bias.
- Exactly!

The real call was made at 10:30, but
from somewhere else.

Craig shot Henry, rode a short
distance,

made the call as planned at 10:30.

Finally, his alibi has crumbled!

- I'm telling you, I'm innocent.

- You lied about your alibi, and now
you want us to believe you.

- CRAIG GROANS

- OK, yes.

I haven't been telling the truth,

but, come on, please, you have to give
me one more chance!

- 30 seconds.

- OK, erm...

So, yes, I went to Henry's house and I
took a gun.

I was working myself up to killing him
- OK, I admit it.

But...but then I heard a gunshot, OK?

- GUNSHOT

- And I thought he'd seen me.

I thought maybe he was shooting at me.

But I didn't stick around to find out.
I just...

I got on the moped, and I...

And I went away, and I... And I didn't
look back!

- And this gun, your gun, where is it
now?

- Well, I chucked it in the sea.

Look, I can show you exactly where.

Please. You have to believe me!

It wasn't me!

- MERVIN:
- I believe him.

- Even though he's repeatedly lied to
us throughout this investigation?

- Yep.
- Even though he admits to being at the victim's house

at the time of the murder?

- With a gun.
- And a motive.

- Yep.
- So, if you think he didn't do it, sir, then...?

- Who did? I haven't a scooby.

Cos it also can't be either of these.

And I'll tell you what's really
bugging me about all this...

..the victim's copy of this book was
missing

from his book shelf,

and it hasn't turned up anywhere
during the investigation.

So, where is it?

- Wait, you read the whole book in the
last few days?

- Well, I just speed-read it.

- So, what was the story about?

- Well, basically, it's about a guy
who tries to make things right,

and the only way he feels he can do
that is if he...

Whoa.

Wait a minute.

Because if you look at it that way...

..that changes the whole perspective
on everything.

- A Tale Of Two Cities.

Redemption, hope, the destructive
nature of revenge.

- Do you get the sense Henry was
trying to atone for his actions?

- They were trying to scare me.
- Who was? - Loan sharks.

I'd started gambling and I owed so
much money

and they were starting to hound me.

- KNOCKING AT DOOR

BAXTER:
- It's my son, Rio.

He was diagnosed with Hodgkin's
lymphoma.

So then Henry started helping, paying
for treatments.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

- SEB:
- If I have to read a book,

I usually start at the last page
first, swerve the sad endings.

- Which would mean...
- You worked it out.

- I have.

And if I'm right about all this,

in a funny way, the answer has been
there the whole time.

- The book?
- Yeah.

I think I know where it might be.

And that explains everything.

- HE INHALES

- Thanks, Charlie. Appreciate it.

- SEB:
- Ready, boss?

- HE GRUNTS

BANGING CONTINUES

SEB SIGHS

- Second time lucky, eh?

- SEB GRUNTS

BANGING CONTINUES

SEB SIGHS

- A book.

A gun.

And a bullet.

- Let's start with this, shall we?

A Tale Of Two Cities.

A story about redemption and
sacrifice.

And at the back of this book,

Henry Ashby left a story of his own.

The main character in this story,

he dies in the end,

but he gave up his life to atone for
what he'd done.

For a while, we were looking for a
killer

that was never there.

Because Henry Ashby wasn't murdered.

He took his own life.

Henry's final words.

A suicide note addressed to you, Miss
Edwards,

written in the back of the book,

but also a confession to Lucy
Pinnock's murder.

But why would Henry take his own life?

And why now?

- The past caught up with him.

Fleur, you found the viral video,
recognised Henry,

and you shared it with Craig, didn't
you?

You finally found the man who murdered
Lucy

after all these years.

But you didn't wait for Craig.

You came out to Saint Marie alone.

- You conveniently moved in next door
to Henry.

All this to get closer to the man who
killed Lucy.

And those drunken threats you aimed at
Henry

that the gardener witnessed -

Henry hadn't tried it on with you at
all, had he?

What was eating away at you was the
thought that

this man had got away with murdering
your best friend.

- So you insisted Craig fly to Saint
Marie.

Henry was onto you, wasn't he?

- Something felt different.

He seemed...off with me.

Drove in silence.

- So you had to strike before he fled
the island,

or did something even worse?

- And together, you orchestrated your
revenge.

The plan was simple.

Craig, you would arrive at Henry's
place just before 10:30.

You both arranged your alibis.

- Fleur, you knew Baxter would be at
yours for his shift.

- And, Craig, you arranged a work call
that you'd take at 10:30,

after you shot Henry,

then made out that you were buying
coconut water at the same time.

But then something unexpected
happened, didn't it?

Because Henry worked out what you had
in store for him.

- Craig, when you scoped out Henry's
the night before his death,

we believe Henry, as a trained killer,
was watching you.

- Your actions, Craig, tipped Henry
off that his time was up.

The past, the guilt, it was all coming
back to haunt him.

- And as a man who lived in control,

he chose the only thing he felt he
could still command -

the ending to his own story.

- It's not the right way,

but in his mind, it was the only
option.

So, sometime before 10:30 the
following morning...

..Henry shot himself.

- GUNSHOT WINGS FLUTTER

- Fleur, you must have been confused.

Had Craig arrived early?

But when you found the body, you also
found the book.

And inside it...

..something you weren't expecting.

The truth - in a note left for you.

And once you'd read it,

you knew there and then that you
couldn't let this die with him.

So you proceeded to stage a crime
scene

to make it look like Henry had been
murdered.

- You took his gun,

the one thing he kept for protection,
given his past,

and you left the doors wide open.

You even scattered mud from the
garden.

- Before firing a second gunshot at
10:30 from your kitchen,

breaking a plant pot and creating...

- GUNSHOT

- ..a false time of death.

- A second bullet from a second
gunshot,

which you recovered from your garden
later that morning.

- All that was left was to steer us
toward the right culprit.

The moped number plate was smooth,

but why go to all that trouble?

"Her death haunted me most.

"Usually, they had it coming, but not
her."

You see, that's what's so
heartbreaking about it,

isn't it, Craig?

Because Lucy was the real victim here.

It was just as I suspected.

"I spent my life following orders,

"but this one was the cruellest.

"Your friend was an innocent woman,

"and you should know the truth.

"The hit was commissioned by her own
husband."

You see, the order didn't come

from faceless loan sharks, but from
you.

- You're the reason she's dead.

- I'm sorry, you've got this all
wrong.

- When will you finally stop lying?!

- You played the grieving husband
seeking revenge

when all you really wanted was
silence.

You hired Henry Ashby,

a professional hit man,

to stage a botched armed robbery

so you could cash in your wife's life
insurance

and pay off your gambling debts.

Fleur, I assume you held on to
these...

..the book, the gun, as your plan B,

in case your plot to stitch up Craig
was exposed?

You framed him for Henry's murder

because you couldn't go to the police
without having to admit

you and Craig planned to kill Henry.

So, yeah...

..this confession will ensure

Craig finally faces the murder charges
for your best friend.

However, I'm afraid your attempt to
pervert the course of justice

can't be overlooked.

- Craig Pinnock, I'm arresting you for
conspiracy to murder.

- She loved you, and you sentenced her
to death.

I hope it haunts you for the rest of
your life.

- So, as soon as Mervin arrives, we'll
be ready to go.

- Dare I ask?

- I'm sure he'll be here, sir.

- So, Sarge, I, erm, did some digging
and asking around.

I got you this.

Old Man Baptiste's secret recipe.

Uh, as much as anyone could remember.

- Thank you.

- VEHICLE APPROACHES

- Thought you might want a taste of
home, you know?

- Hmm, I just need to learn how to
cook now.

Hmm! Now, this will really burn your
eyebrows off your face.

- CAR DOOR SHUTS

- Sorry, sorry.

- Better late than never, Mervin.

Go and stand beside the Commissioner.

MERVIN SIGHS

- Sorry I'm late, Commissioner.

I had a visitor.

Mrs Desiree dropped by.

She made me a cake!

- Lucky you!

- It's a nice cake as well.

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

- And, yeah, I get it.

Look out, not in. Right?

- Everyone's ready?

Three, two...
- Thank you.

- ..one!

Smile!

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

GOSPEL CHOIR SINGS

NAOMI: Got an accidental death by St
Vincent's Church -

which is Seb's mother's church.

MATTIE:
- You think it's suspicious? - That's not possible.

The church was all locked up from the
inside.

Nobody could get in or out.

- "There is a dark secret that has
been buried for too long

"and it's time the truth came out."

- Your head is pinging around all over
the place.

- But, Sarge, I need to finish...

- I know, but you're not helping right
now.

- Not one person is who I thought they
were,

but I never thought you'd be one of
them.

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