All language subtitles for Death in Paradise s15e06.eng

- SOLOMON:
- Got to get the 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?

Still haven't heard from
your brother?

You know what? I think he's
actually ignoring my calls.

I keep thinking about
how things were between us,

you know, when we last saw
each other.

Then maybe you should
go visit him in Antigua.

I'm actually taking
your advice, as it goes.

I'm going to see Sol.

I don't even know if he
wants to see me,

but, hey, what's the worst
that can happen?

DS Thomas?

I think something has happened
to the Inspector.

You!

MUSIC: The Tide Is High
by The Paragons

Do you need help finding something?

No, thanks. You're all right.

You look like you could do
with a boost, my friend.

Captain Juicy's Boom Juice!

Celia! Boom Juice.

Get your eight a day
in one delicious fruity hit.

Eight?
I thought there was only five.

Not anymore. Pineapple juice.

I promise you'll never
taste pineapple sweeter

than the black pineapple
grown right here on Antigua.

Go on, then.

Mm.

Actually, that's pretty good,
to be fair.

I'm a man of my word.

$10.

Oh, you couldn't tell me where
I can get a taxi, could you?

Just at the end of the road.
You enjoy the rest of your day now.

- Thank you. Cheers, mate.
- Take care.

He's not at the house,

but a neighbour said try this place
down at the harbour.

Oh, and there he is. Sol!

Sol!

Morning, boys.

Um, any chance
I could borrow your scooter?

What are you up to, Sol?

TWIGS CRACK

THUNK

Captain Juicy.

Hello?

Hello?

Captain Juicy's Boom Juice!

- NAOMI:
- Inspector? - We've got a situation.

THUMP

Inspector?

Inspector, are you there?
Can you hear me?

MERVIN GROANS

What the hell's going on?

You!

Solomon... Untie me.

- Sorry, man, no can do.
- What?

- Not yet, anyway.
- Why not?

Solomon, what is happening here?

Don't ask me.
I got here literally minutes -

no, seconds before you.

Opportunity going on
with, er...that guy over there.

- Captain Juicy.
- How do you know Lester?

What is he doing dead on the floor?

You tell me.
You are the detective.

What was this opportunity?

Investing in his juice business.

I get here to sign the papers

and there he is on the floor, dead.

Blood gives me the heebies,
so I'm making tracks.

And then I see you
going in there,

so I follow you and...

You crack me over the head
and you tie me up.

I panicked.

I didn't want you thinking
I had something to do with it.

A tad extreme, wouldn't you say?

Maybe, but I just needed a chance
to explain myself properly.

HE GRUNTS

Mervin. Mervin...

..I promise I'll untie you

if you just agree to leave this
to the Antiguan police.

Sorry, I can't do that, I'm afraid.

Why you always got to be
so difficult?

There's three glasses of rum on
that table.

- I know one of them's yours.
- How?

- Twist of orange.
- Coincidence.

And there was a gun on the floor.
Where's the gun now?

- I hid it for safety.
- Why didn't the killer take it with him?

A bit sloppy, wouldn't you say?

- Maybe it was his first time.
- Whose was that third glass?

You've had a knock to your head.
You need to see a doctor.

What have you got yourself
into, Solomon?

This has nothing to do with me!

All I know for sure is

this place is not safe.

The killer could still be here.

TWIGS SNAP

Any luck getting through?

It's still going to voicemail,

but we'll keep trying,
and I'll let you know.

All right.

OK, they've arrived.

You take Solomon.
I'll take the Inspector.

I want financials, phone records,
anything that could...

..get us their last location.

Hello? Hey? Mister?

You on a likkle space trip
or what?

- Hey.
- Huh?

Sorry. It's just...

Antigua's big, you know,
like 281km kind of big.

I mean, it's madness.
How are we ever going to find him?

We don't know nothing
about the island.

Look, I know that this seems
like a lot right now, OK?

But my Granny Fletcher
always used to say,

"You can't focus on
what you don't know."

All right? You focus on
what you can do.

- Mm.
- OK?

We'll take it step by step.

Cool.

Step by step, Sarge.

OK. Phone records, Officer Rose.

HE EXHALES

Selwyn called me.

I've cancelled all my meetings,

and I'm here to help
in any way I can.

Well, we appreciate that, Catherine.

We could really do with
the extra womanpower today.

OK, we're on comms.
Can you keep trying

the Inspector's phone
just in case he picks up?

- Of course.
- All right.

Let's get moving, team.

It's a strange place to meet

to discuss juice sales,
don't you think?

Remote. No-one around.

Unless that's not what you were
discussing, of course.

Here's what I think.

That rock on the table -

it looks like uncut diamonds
embedded in it.

Your man over there is married.

Try it.

I've seen his wedding ring.

Nothing says "I love you"
like a big, shiny diamond.

That was your mistake, wasn't it?

Uncut diamonds are known
to be dull in appearance.

No lustre.

You can see those sparkling
a mile off.

That's it, isn't it?

You were ripping Lester off,
weren't you?

He rumbled you, things got heated,
and then you shot him.

Fine.

It was a con.

But it wasn't me that did that.

You want to tell me who
that third glass belongs to now?

Solomon!

Who else was here?

SELWYN: Why are we waiting?

Where is she?
What could she be doing?

HE SIGHS

What's the matter?

We wouldn't even be here if I hadn't
told the Inspector to come.

You were only trying to help.

Well, maybe I need to stop
doing that, sir.

Commissioner Patterson!

What an honour.

And DS...

- What's your name again?
- Naom...

I heard you were back.
What happened?

Tired of the golf course?

What's your cap?
We should play some time.

Why are you here, Mr Fox?

Well...long story.

Busy?

Give us the short version, please.

Oh!

There it is, that cheeky
little sense of humour.

I love it.

- So...
- Hold on.

Patricia! Bring my guests
some coffee and johnny cakes.

And make it speedy this time, OK?

DIAL TONE

She hung up.

We're working on our efficiency.

So, yes, the, um...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

The hiccup with
the Inspector's mother's case.

Hiccup?!

You almost let a murderer walk free.

Key word almost.

Understandably, I was not
the flavour of the month.

Anyway, the Chief thought
I could hone my skills

from the ground up.
So here I am.

Officer in training.

Hence the uniform.

Lucky blue is my colour.

So, my partner tells me

the Inspector's gone AWOL
here in Antigua.

We'll need full support.
Circulate his photo

- to all patrol cars...
- Hold on.

You'll need the appropriate
permissions in place.

SELWYN CLEARS HIS THROAT

Can't operate without them.

Question of jurisdiction.

If you could wait
in reception, please.

Officer Curtis.

Question of jurisdiction!

SHE SCOFFS

Yeah, right.

PHONE CHIMES

Solomon's last transaction
was on a credit card

at a bar called Little Nan's,
down by the harbour.

- Come on.
- Er, sir, the permit?

Sometimes it is better to ask for
forgiveness than permission.

You know those little birds that
peck at a crocodile's teeth?

Well, that's me.
Peck, peck, peck, peck.

Small fry.

The glass belongs
to a man called Cheech.

He's a professional.

A few weeks ago, we met at
this restaurant, Little Nan's.

Cheech wanted help with a grift.

There's this fancy beach club
along the coast.

Oh, lovely. Yep.
Don't skimp on the champagne.

Lester and his wife are new members.

You are too kind, Charlie.

Lester's nice, but a real dope.

So Cheech gets friendly,
starts to build trust.

Cheech, he senses a problem
between Lester and his wife.

One night, he says he can get them
a deal

on a diamond for their anniversary.

We're talking serious money.

Introduces me as Gus Anderson,
his contact.

Fast-forward to today.

Nothing sweeter
than doing good business.

Lester's looking at the gem.

We're starting to negotiate
the price.

Then Lester notices something.

He gets up.

We have a problem here.

Shouting at Cheech.

This is a fake.

"This diamond's a fake,

"just like you, and I'm going to
report you to the police."

I'm reporting you to the police!

Cheech says,
"That's not going to happen."

Can't let you do that.

Then he pulls out the gun and...

GUNSHOT

..bang.

Want my advice, no fee?

- Let's get out of here, man.
- Morning, chaps.

Solomon, not going to
introduce us, hmm?

So you must be...

Charlie McCarthy. Oh.

Cheech to my friends.

Thought you were one of them,
but seems I was mistaken.

Oh! Give him a prod
and he falls to pieces.

Yeah.

Accusing me
of the very worst crime.

- That's what happened, man.
- Is it? Really?

I heard your little story.
Absolute twaddle.

So you were hiding outside
all this time?

Well, in the vain hope Sol
would convince you to go.

It seems he can't be trusted.

What do you think, Merv?
Can I call you Merv?

I'd rather you didn't.

Cos Sol here tells me you're a
detective. What's your take?

Well...

HE CLEARS THROAT

..it could all be true.

The one detail
that's niggling me, though...

Mr McCarthy, you're right-handed,
correct?

Last time I checked.

Sol, you said this guy
brought the gun.

Well, why would he have
a left-handed gun?

How could you possibly know that?

Ejection port on the left-hand side
of the gun.

Stops the casings
hitting you in the eye.

Lester is the only person here
that's left-handed.

- Try it.
- Go on, then.

So that gun must have been Lester's.

It was made up. It was a story.

Bravo, old chap.

You certainly had your vitamins
when you were growing up.

Why, Sol?

Why would you lie?

Unless you're covering up...

- ..for your guilt.
- Exactly.

I am no saint,

but I would never kill someone.

- The person who did it is sitting
right there. - No, no, no.

Innocent as the day I was
brought into this cold world

bawling for my mother,
God rest her soul.

All right. All right,
here's the deal.

One of you killed Lester.
One of you didn't.

If it wasn't you, just help me
to find the truth

and I promise you, when this
is over, you'll be protected.

And something
that I need to know pronto is,

why's Lester's shoes
on the wrong feet?

I mean, no way he dressed
like that this morning.

So one of you definitely switched
his shoes after he was killed.

Why?

Domino Bob here confirms
Solomon was here this morning.

He said he left around 9am -

had some business to attend to,
apparently. Not sure what.

I might know. My friend
over there was very helpful.

He's a regular. Said Solomon was
here last night

playing poker with a man he called
Lester and another man.

Funny accent.
Said "old chap" a lot.

- British.
- British.

Solomon and the British man
were plying Lester with drinks.

They were talking about
concluding their business,

arranging to meet tomorrow,
AKA today.

- Who was Lester?
- My friend said

he was wearing a T-shirt
with a Captain Juicy logo.

So, conclusions.

One, Lester and Solomon
had some kind of deal going on.

Two, they were meeting
earlier today. And three...

Hide!

Uh...

Commissioner.

Permission granted.

- On one condition.
- Which is?

The DI request I accompany you,

prevent you from going rogue again.

That...

HE CHUCKLES

That won't
be necessary, Officer Fox.

No doubt you have
much better things to do.

No, wait.

Let me help you, Commissioner.

Go some way towards making up
for what happened.

Captain Juicy -

does that mean anything to you?

He owns a juice bar in town.
I'll show you.

I've always wanted to
experience a proper kidnapping.

"I'll find you...

"..and I'll kill you."

Liam Neeson - Taken!
You haven't seen it?

Phew! What a guy!

Look, my DS knows
I'm in some kind of trouble.

I guarantee you, she's on Antigua
right now, looking for me.

And one of you is going to be
in a whole lot of pain.

No need for threats.

Oof.

This is how it happened, ab initio.

English, please.
My Latin's a little rusty.

That's one thing they do
teach you in boarding school,

along with attachment issues and a
lifelong addiction to Jaffa Cakes.

Yep. From the Latin ab initio,
"from the beginning".

And you have most of the facts.

Yes, we were here to con Lester.

Yes, he did rumble us.

Oh, and as you quite brilliantly
pointed out, it was Lester's gun.

So why did he bring his gun unless
he already knew something was up?

Because something was up

and because he did know.

My pal here left out
an important detail.

Don't, man.

I told you, keep your mouth shut.

Yes, Lester and his wife
were having problems,

exacerbated by the fact that your
brother is sleeping with her.

First lesson of a long con -

never get emotionally involved.

Is this true?

Lester's sitting there.
He's looking at the gem.

Stands up and starts shouting,

"No! It's all a fake,
just like Sol."

He knows all about the affair.

Lester whips his gun out.
Sol tries to stop him.

They fight.

Gun goes off.

GUNSHOT

Lester's dead.

Case closed, Your Honour.

Don't trust him, man.

He's making it up
to save his wrinkly skin.

Maybe.

There's one detail, however.

Blood.

Look at his shirt.

There isn't any.

If Solomon shot Lester
at close range, like you said,

there'd be blood spatter.

I knew you'd have my back, brother.

This isn't about you.

But this proves you can't trust him.

I can't trust a word
either of you say right now.

You're both giving me
a whole lot of rubbish

and neither of you can explain
to me why this guy over there

has his shoes on the wrong feet.

Well, while you two chew over
that particular problema,

I'm going to go out
and make a call.

Wait.

How do I know you won't leave?

Oh, I'm staying...

..until I can prove to your dear
brother that you did this. Yeah.

Please don't try anything,

because I will be
watching the door.

I thought we could
use this little...problem

to our advantage,
but it's proving tricky, so...

Yeah, take it easy, OK?

I told you,
I'm going to deal with it.

Yeah? You sit tight.

- So they're expecting a call?
- Yes.

Tropical Smash!

It's very delicious.

Who's that?

Officer Rose!

It's me.

What the hell are you doing there?

- Long story.
- SELWYN CLEARS THROAT

- WHISPERS:
- I'll fill you in later.

How are you getting on with
the background checks?

Oh, we've been digging up
all sorts of secrets.

Catherine, is that you?

As the English say,
all hands to the pumping!

CHUCKLING: I don't think they do.

OK, so Lester Lewis
didn't turn up for work today,

and by all accounts,
he's a good boss.

What else do we know?

- MATTIE:
- Well, the man don't hang about.

In 2012 he's in a van,
selling pineapple juice.

LOUD SLURPING

Cut to today -

five vans, this shop, and more
opening up across the Caribbean.

Last year, profit was just over
$250,000.

And we've got more.

We've taken a look into
his family.

Wife's called Pearl,
daughter of a British diplomat.

They've got two teenage sons.

No criminal record, no debts -

not even a library fine.

Anything from Solomon's phone?

Phones, plural.
The man has five of them.

And the number that he calls
the most frequently belongs to

a man named Charlie McCarthy,
a British man in his 50s.

He moved out here 30 years ago.

He has a real sketchy past.

I mean, he was acquitted
of murder

in 1993 for stabbing
a man in a Chelsea pub.

Knowing what we do
about Solomon,

what if he and this Charlie were
plotting together to con Lester?

Charlie is not the kind of guy you
want to run into on a dark street.

If our Inspector got mixed up
with him, then...

Next steps. Find out
where they were meeting.

There's an office here.

We can send over emails,
documents, see if that helps.

Lester's wife might know
where her husband is.

They live on Hibiscus Drive,
up in Valmero Hills.

As postcodes go,
that's not too scruffy.

I'll show you.

HE SLURPS

How far is this place?

About a half-hour drive.

PHONE RINGS

Oh. I need to take this.

Here, DS Robinson, you get in.

DS what?

SHE SIGHS

- Good day, ma'am.
- This guy!

- We're wasting time.
- Mm.

Yep.

What's the hold-up?

I'm not entirely sure.

So, slight change of plan.

Oh, no, no, no. The plan is
we go speak to Pearl Lewis.

She's the best lead we've got.

Is she, though?

It feels a little speculative
to me.

Why don't we blue-sky
an alternative strategy?

Over lunch?

An army marches on its stomach.

Now, there's a restaurant up there
that does a phenomenal curry goat.

I'll see if I can get us
a table.

VEHICLE ENGINE RUMBLES

Hey!

We'll bring it back.

And it's DS Thomas, you dumbo.

That was a little unexpected.

Well, someone once told me

it's better to ask for
forgiveness than permission.

I mean, there's nothing
from the shop.

It's just a bunch of invoices
from Customs,

exporting pineapples out
of Antigua to other islands.

- At very reasonable prices,
I might say. - Mm.

Must change my supplier.

Does that seem odd to you, though,
the low prices?

How's Lester making
all this profit, then?

You know how the Inspector's
always saying

the devil is in the detail?

Does he?

Well, no, but he's definitely
thinking it.

And right now I think
we need to dig deeper

into the smaller print.

I'll be back in 60 seconds, yeah?
Don't go anywhere.

Mm.

So, this pineapple is 905g,

and according to the invoice,
there's 15 per crate.

So how many is that in total?

13,575.

Years working in a bar.

Impressive.

But here it says
there are 25,000g.

So where's all that extra
weight coming from?

One of these exports
goes to Jamaica.

I'll give my friend in Customs
a call.

Doesn't look like Mrs Lewis
is here.

All this from selling juice?

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Fletcher.

Ahoy there. So,

our captain -
he's no juice seller.

We're looking into the export
documents of the shop

and spot a discrepancy.

My girl Big Patsy works
down at Jamaican Customs,

and she tells us that last month

they seized a fruit shipment
from Captain Juicy.

And guess what -

seven bricks of cocaine
hitching a ride.

Did they raise this
with the authorities?

Seems they did,
but the case was thrown out.

Funny, that, right?

Maybe not.

There might be someone
at this end

with skin in the game.

Where does he plant the fruits
he exports?

At a farm somewhere, maybe.

We haven't found an address
so far.

Somewhere like that. Somewhere...

..out of the way could be where
the Inspector is being held.

But if that's where Lester
operates his business,

it's going to be hard to find.

We're at his house now. Let's try
and find an address for the farm.

We'll keep you posted.

Is this really how you
make a living?

Don't judge me, man.

I don't judge you,

even though you make some seriously
questionable life choices.

Like this hat, for instance.

Did Mum know
what you were doing?

- Don't bring her into this.
- Why not?

The Dorna I knew would not want
to have her son

lying and cheating people
to make money.

The Dorna you knew?

What are you talking about?
You never even met her.

You were too late.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was.

But I'm here now.

So let's talk, yeah?

Properly.

NAOMI EXHALES

There's nothing here.

Sir...

..the painting.

It's not hanging straight.

I'll start with
the family birthdays.

- No.
- Try...

..13...

..1...

..24.

CHEERFUL TUNE PLAYS
MECHANISM UNLOCKS

HE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

Dog's name is Max.

Numerical value in the alphabet.

Hmm?

Some people like their pets
more than their children.

- Ah.
- Hmm?

"Cabana."

- Pool house, maybe.
- Mm.

- Mm.
- Well,

definitely still on the island.

What's this doing in there?

Hmm.

Hmm.

- That's why.
- Mm.

Get out, or I'll call the police.

We are the police.

When I was small, Mum would
tell me this bedtime story -

Anansi And The Yam Hills.
You know it?

Anyway, Anansi is a big spider,
a trickster.

Sees his friend Tiger has
planted a field of juicy yams.

He sneak into there at night
to steal them.

Next morning, Anansi join Tiger

setting traps
to catch the likkle thief.

Guess what? One night...

..snap.

Anansi get caught in a trap himself.

Mum would say...

.."See what greed does, Solomon?

"It comes to bite you on
the behind sooner or later."

Even then, she could see it in me.

In the end...

..that's why I left.

How old were you?

15.

Went to live with my dad.

What did Mum think about that?

She hated it.

We grew apart.

Dad spoilt me. Anything I wanted.

You know...

..I never said this to you,

but I'm sorry things turned out
the way they did for you, bro.

It must have been tough.

Hmm. The hardest thing
was that, um...

..nowhere, and I mean nowhere...

..ever felt like home.

Cos you never knew when
you'd be moving on, you know?

Growing up, I used to have
this fantasy...

..that the doorbell would ring...

..and Mum would walk in...

..and say it had all been
one big mistake.

And there was me
ignoring her calls.

Always next Saturday, right?

- Till one day I got
- the - call.

Never got the chance again.

What about your dad?
Is he still around?

Died when I was 19. Heart attack.

Oh. Must have been rough.
Sorry.

Don't be. Fool left me with
a mountain of debt to sort out.

So his situation and, um...

..your...way of life...

HE CHUCKLES

Wish I could say
that was the reason, but...

..I paid off those debts
a long time ago.

I always had that spider
on my shoulder.

Never been able
to shake him off.

Solomon...

Look, if you've done
something bad...

..there's still a way back,
you know?

But that's it.

I haven't done anything.

I swear I didn't kill that man.

You've got to believe me,
please, bro.

Lester's in Florida on business.

We know for a fact he isn't.

His passport is in your safe.

Oh. Well, I...

Do you know a man called
Solomon Clarke or Charlie McCarthy?

SHE SIGHS

- I'm scared he's done
something stupid. - Your husband?

No. Gus.

Er, Solomon, was it?

But I know him as Gus.

And how well do you know him?

We met at the beach club.

Well, it's pathetic, really,

but with him, I just...

I feel like I'm 22 again.

You know, he makes me laugh.

You were having an affair
with Solomon.

Does Lester know?

He, um...

Yeah, he suspected something.

- But last night, he tried to, um...
- SHE CLEARS THROAT

To what?

To get his name out of me.

Did he hurt you?

His temper gets the better of him.

But Gus was angry when I told him
what Lester did to me.

And if they were meeting today,
then something could have happened.

So we will ask you again.

Do you know where they are?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, detectives, no.

I can't help you.

You should have the files
from the USB.

Seb?

- Received.
- Great. See if there's any info on

properties Lester owns.

SIREN WAILS

There's a situation here.

Selwyn Patterson and Naomi Thomas,
you're under arrest.

- WOMAN ON PHONE:
- Get rid of them.

Sit tight and I'll call you
when it's done.

Is this strictly necessary?

Unfortunately, yes.

Vehicle theft's a serious offence.

Oh, come on!
We were only borrowing it.

Wait.

- Please.
- Count yourselves lucky.

Our cells are far more
comfortable than yours.

- SHE SIGHS
- At least we got air conditioning.

Lester's pineapples.
They're grown on Rosemont Farm.

The north part of the island.

Right here is Lester's
rental agreement.

Good work.

How are we going to let them know
when they're stuck in those cells?

Mm.

I might have an idea.

But I'll need to call in a favour.

Yes! Bad gyal Catherine!

S-Sorry. Inappropriate?

Not really.

Bonjour.

Officer Crow said you wanted
to talk about the conditions.

Mm.

Look.

I understand what's happening here.

You feel like we have
disrespected you.

And to be fair, we have.

- Go on.
- Mm.

We don't know what's going on here.

Obviously, someone up top
doesn't like us digging around.

But I do know that deep inside,

you have something called integrity.

And there are times in your career

where you've got to choose
which line to tread.

Right now...

..is one of those times.

DS Thomas?
Anything you want to add?

I'm sorry for borrowing your car.

HE TUTS

Stealing.

Stealing your car.

And...?

SHE SCOFFS

Really?

Really.

And for calling you a dumbo.

Sergeant Fletcher says Lester rents
a place called Rosemont Farm

up near Taruvo Peak.

That's over on the north side.
Come on, let's go.

Look who's back.

HE TUTS

Well, well.

I think enough happy families.
Out. Now.

HEATED CONVERSATION OUTSIDE

I'm staying right here.

..way above your head.

ARGUMENT CONTINUES

SIREN WAILS

HE GRUNTS
SNAP

TWIG SNAPS

Agh!

- HE CLEARS THROAT
- After you. I'll cover the rear.

GUN COCKS

Mervin.

Very rude to leave a party
without saying goodbye.

Except in France.

HE GRUNTS

Mervin!

Mervin!

Hey, hey.

Nice try.

Move, both of you.

Where is he?

Apparently,

the farm was sold last week.
Under new ownership.

So he moved operations
to avoid detection.

But where?

There must be hundreds
of fruit farms on Antigua.

- Hmm.
- Back to the office?

Start ringing around
the different fruit farms?

The keys.

"Cabana."

Thought they were for the
pool house, but farm, maybe?

Yep. On the south peninsula.

SELWYN CHUCKLES

Sergeant Fletcher.
New intel for you.

Come on!

Turn around.

- Turn around.
- What are you going to do?

Kill us both?
One hell of a mess.

Since you refused to leave

out of some pathetic loyalty to
your brother,

it might be my only option.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa.
Just a second.

Just tell me something, yeah?

Do you recognise this?

What is it?

It's a camera.

I found it in the shack,
and it was definitely on.

Which is making me wonder
what it had filmed.

Nothing sweeter than doing
good business with good people.

- Cheers.
- Gentlemen,

we have a problem here.

This is a fake, just like you!

- You sleep with my wife?
- Lester... - ARGUING

GUNSHOT

That's enough. That's enough.

I'm so sorry, man.

- Why, Solomon?
- Hear me out.

Lester's not a good man. I couldn't
let him hurt Pearl again.

H-He came at me.
The gun was on the table.

I-I wasn't thinking, just picked
it up and pulled the trigger.

You killed someone, Solomon.
Yeah?

And then you lied to me
like it was nothing.

Why was that in the room?

I record all my work
for insurance.

But...why didn't you
just show me that before?

I mean, it's all proof, right?

The shoes.

You still haven't explained
why Lester's shoes

- were on the wrong feet.
- I told you, I have no idea.

In the video, they were
the right way round.

Which means they were definitely
switched after he was killed.

Which means...

We met at this restaurant,
Little Nan's.

Cheech wanted help with a grift.

Lester is the only person
here who's left-handed.

That gun must have been Lester's.

Lester's not a good man.
I couldn't let him hurt Pearl again.

If Solomon shot Lester at close
range, like you said,

there'd be blood spatter.

Do you recognise this?

Solomon, you did fire the gun,

- but you didn't kill Lester.
- Stop talking. Now.

SIREN WAILS

Sergeant Fletcher, we're on our way.

My grandpa drives faster than this,
and he's 87 years old.

ENGINE REVS

You might want to turn away, Sol.

This won't be pretty.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

Is that...?

Police! Drop your weapon.

Sergeant Fletcher?

Follow him. Follow him.

Ah-ah! Don't even think about it.

Ah! It's good to see you
in one piece.

Thank you, Sergeant Fletcher.

Inspector!

HE CHUCKLES

Sit down.

Boy, am I glad to see you!
Come here, man.

All right, Officer Rose,
you can put me down now.

- You're good? You all right?
- Yeah.

Ah! Yeah, man.

SHE SIGHS

- Sir!
- Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

OK.

Um...

..I'll explain later.

What's the situation here?

Yeah, Mervin, what is it?

You said I fired the gun,
but didn't kill Lester.

Lester's dead?

He's in the shack over there.

This is all a set-up, Solomon.

Lester and Cheech were
in cahoots to con you.

Me and Cheech were conning Lester.

Yeah, that's what Cheech told you.

All porkies.

So what was in it for you?

I'm assuming a big chunk of cash,

but Lester wasn't making that kind
of money from being Captain Juicy.

So what was it?

Cocaine.
The juice business was a front.

He was shipping it all over
Antigua and to other islands.

- What a surprise.
- But why?

Why would they do this to me?

Have you never heard the phrase
"useful idiot"?

The plan was to fake Lester's
death and frame you for it.

There's no way that was fake.

I pulled the trigger.

- I saw the blood.
- The bullet was a blank, OK?

Did you never find it strange that
Lester was coming at you

with the gem when there was a gun
right in front of him?

No. He forced you to pick up
the gun and shoot him.

GUNSHOT

And the blood was easily faked.

That's why there's no spatter
on you.

It was in a pack under his shirt.

No, no, no. That's so screwed up.

And you still haven't
answered my question.

If it wasn't me, who killed Lester?

Ah. My bad.
I forgot to mention.

Lester isn't actually dead.

Is he?

Are you telling me he's been lying
in there the whole time, alive?

That's why the shoes
were on the wrong feet.

You had run off.

Yeah. I wasn't thinking straight.

Cheech said he'd sort it.

Listen to me. I'm going to sort
this. You need to walk away.

Yeah, yeah, man. Yeah, yeah.

And in that brief window of time,
Lester got up.

It's game over, Mr McCarthy.

You know how this works.
Help us to help you.

Now, I'm assuming the plan was

for Lester to be picked up
somewhere remote.

The plan was for him
to climb over the ridge,

down the rocks, into a boat
that was waiting for him.

Take him to Cuba. New life.

And no way was he climbing over
rocks in flimsy suede loafers.

He took his shoes off

and he was going to change
into something more sturdy -

let's say trainers.

But then, oops, spanner
in the works, I turn up.

Hey, hey!

Hello?

He then has to put his loafers
back on

and carry on playing dead.

Cheech, it was you
that hit me over the head.

But I bet you got the shock of your
life when Solomon came back.

Like I said, I saw you go into
the shack,

and I thought he would hurt you.

And I was right.

He said he'd hide
while I convinced you to leave.

- But you wouldn't go.
- Stubborn fish, aren't you?

It has been said.

Now, the big question for me is,

why did Lester
fake his own death?

I'm guessing he upset someone
higher up the food chain.

Ah, he got too big for his boots.

They were unhappy,
so he had to disappear.

And what about his wife, Pearl?

She was part of the con
as well, I assume.

And the affair,

the stuff about
Lester being abusive -

all no doubt to rile you up
so you'd shoot Lester.

No, man.

That was real. I felt it, here.

Oh, give me strength.

Sorry to disappoint you,
but it wasn't.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Take it easy, OK?

I'm going to deal with it.
I'll call you when it's done.

Pearl and the kids were going
to join him

in a few months
when the dust settled.

And had I not arrived, your little
plan would have worked.

And the footage
on your hidden camera

would prove that Lester was dead,

and it was Solomon that killed him.

Irrefutable evidence.

At first, I was confused.

Why were you so reluctant
to reveal the video?

But then I remembered

this camera was still recording
when I discovered it.

So it currently contains
unedited footage,

which means not only
has it captured Lester

being apparently shot by Solomon,

but also, more importantly,

Lester subsequently rising
from the dead like Lazarus.

Going somewhere?

Mervin.

Sorry for dragging you
into this messed-up situation.

But that's just you, isn't it?

Trouble with a capital T.

At least you have
solid people around you.

Yeah. I really do.

Take care of yourself, Mervin.

You too, Solomon.

How are you feeling?

Uh... Well...

..could do with a shower,
but apart from that...

Sir, this was inside the shack.

Spare trainers,
just like you said.

So, Inspector, what now?

You want to freshen up?

No. Thank you.

I just want to go home.

So...DS Naomi Thomas...

- A beautiful name.
- Mm.

We make a pretty efficient
team, do we not?

HE CLAPS HANDS

I'd still like to learn a lot
from you.

- Perhaps over drinks or...?
- Never.

- OK.
- That's...

That's never going to happen.

Maybe...

MUSIC: I'll Be Home
by William Bell

Captain Juicy?!

It's all they had, sir.

Nah, I'm good.

I'm not sure
how I'm going to thank you.

Oh!

You could buy
all the coffees next week.

Deal.

You said "home", by the way.

- I did?
- You did.

Slip of the tongue.

THEY CHUCKLE

Yes, I! Oh!

Hortense Leroux, Saint Marie's
favourite agony aunt,

poisoned by her own column.

How did he get the one
poisoned newspaper to Hortense?

Can I suggest that you concentrate
on what is actually important?

Finding the person who did this.

You were kidnapped. Almost killed.

The best thing for me to do is
just forget it ever happened.

The island will be watching
our investigation.

Let's keep things
as professional as we can.

This stays between us.

- You can't keep pretending...
- Pretending?

Yes! Pretending like you're OK.

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