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Got to get aboard back to Antigua. Got
some business over there that needs

attending to. Of 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 Saul.

I don't even know if he wants to see me,
but... Hey, what's the worst that can

happen?

Yes, Thomas?

I think something has happened to the
inspector.

You?

I'm not

the kind of man who

gives up just like that.

Do you need help finding some?

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 ear today in

delicious fruity hit.

Hey, 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.

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

I'm a man of my word.

Ten dollars.

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.

Excuse me. Take care.

He's not at the house, but a neighbour
said try this place down at the harbour.

Oh, and there he is.

So?

Morning boys, any chance I could borrow
your scooter?

What are you up to, Saul?

Captain Juicy.

Captain Juicy is boom Juicy.

Inspector? We've got situation.

What the hell's going on?

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 that guy over
there, Captain Juicy.

How do you know Lester? What is he doing
dead on the floor?

You tell me, you're the detective.

What was his 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

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.

Mervyn. Mervyn.

I promise I'll untie you if you just
agree to leave this to the Antiguan

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?

Twix 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?
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.

Any luck getting through?

They're still going to voicemail. Well,
we'll keep trying and I'll let you know.

All right.

Okay, they've arrived.

You take Solomon. I'll take the
inspector. I want financials, phone

anything that could get us their last
location. Hello? Hey?

Mister?

You on a little space trip or what? Hey?

Huh? Sorry.

It's just... Antigua's big, you know.

Like, 201 kilometers 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 it
seems like a lot right now, okay?

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.

Okay? We'll take it step by step.

Cool.

Step by step, Sarge.

Okay. Phone records of Saru.

Halloween 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
can really do with the extra woman power

today. Okay.

Where on comes can you keep trying to
inspect his phone, just in case he picks

up? Of course. All right. Let's get
moving, team.

It's a strange place to me 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, he's married.

Right, yeah. 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 luster.

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?

Why are we waiting?

Where is she? What could she be doing?

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 honor.

And yes, what's your name again?

Neil. I heard you were back.

What happened?

Tired of the golf course?

What's your cap? We shall play sometime.

Why are you here, Mr. Fox? Well, long
story.

A bassy? Give us the short version,
please.

There it is.

That cheeky little sense of humor.

I love it.

So, we're... Patricia!

Bring my guest some coffee and Johnny
Cakes.

And make it speedy this time, okay?

She hung up.

We're working on our efficiency.

So, yes, the hiccup with the inspector's
mother's case. Hiccup?

You almost like a murderer. Walk free.
Key word, almost.

Understandably, I was not the flavor 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 color.

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.

Can't operate without them.

Question of jurisdiction.

If you could wait in reception, please.

Officer Curtis?

Question of jurisdiction.

Yeah, right.

Solomon's last transaction was on a
credit card at a bar called Little Nan's

down by the harbour.

Come on.

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.

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

with a grift. There's this.

fancy beach club along the coast.

Lester and his wife are new members.

You are too kind, Charlie. Lester's
nice, but a real dork. 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.

Far forward to today.

Nothing sweeter than doing good
business.

Best was looking at the gem. We're
starting to negotiate the prize.

Then, Lester notices something.

He gets up. We have a problem here.

Shouting at Cheech. This is a fear. This
diamond's a fear. Just like you, and

I'm going to report it to the police.
I'm reporting it to the police. Cheech

says, that's not going to happen.

Can't let you do that. Then, he pulls
out the gun and... Bang!

What my advice nor fee.

Let's get over here, man.

Morning, chaps. Sullivan, not going to
introduce us?

So you must be Charlie McCarthy, who
teached him a friend. Thought you were

of them, but seems I was mistaken.

Whoa, give him a prod. Any fault 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

you to go, it seems he can't be trusted.

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

I'd rather you didn't. Because Sol here
tells me you're a detective.

What's your take?

Well, it could all be true.

The one detail that's niggling me,
though... Mr McCarthy, you're right

correct?

Yep, lifetime of check.

So 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.

Stop 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 my dog.

It was a story.

Bravo, old chap. You certainly had your
vitamins when you were growing up.

Why so?

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
here. 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

over, you'll be protected.

And something that I need to know pronto
is, why is 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?

I know Bob here.

Confirms. Solomon was here this morning.
He said he left around 9 a .m., 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.

Ricky? Yes.

Solomon and the British man were plying
Lester with drinks. They were talking

about concluding their business,
arranging to meet tomorrow, a .k .a.

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!

Commissioner!

Permission granted on one condition.

Which is?

The DI request I accompany you.

Prevent you from going rogue again.

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, take on. You haven't seen
it?

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 her.

And one of you's going to be in a whole
lot of pain. Money for threats.

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

brother was 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, starts shouting.

No, it's all a fake, just like Saul. He
knows all about the affair.

Lester whips his gun out.

Saul tries to stop him, they fight.

Gun goes off.

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.

Don't you 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 problem, I'm going to go out

make a call.

Weird. How do I know you won't leave?

I won't stay 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

tricky.

Yeah, take it easy, okay?

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

You know, use your time.

Sure, they're expecting a call. Yeah.

Tropical smash.

It's very delicious.

Who's that?

Officer Rose!

It's me!

What the hell are you doing here?

Long story.

I'll see 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.

I don't think they do.

Okay, so, Lester Lewis didn't turn up
for work today. And by all accounts,

a good boss.

What else do we know?

Well, the man don't hang about.

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

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 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 them most
frequently belongs to a man named

McCarthy, a British man in his 50s. He
moved out here 30 years ago.

He has a really 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?

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

If the 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
Valmira Hills.

Ah, as post goes go, that's not too
scruffy.

I'll show you.

How far is this place?

About a half hour drive.

I need to take this. Here, DS Robinson.

You get in.

DS Walt.

Good day, Mom.

This guy.

We're wasting time.

What's the holdup?

I'm not entirely sure.

So, slight change of plan.

Oh, no, no, no. The plan is we go speak
to Perlowitz. 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 good.

I see if I can get us a table.

Hey!

We'll bring it back.

And it's D .S. Thomas, you dumb...

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 invitations from
customs.

Exporting pineapples out of Antigua to
other islands.

At very reasonable prices, I might say.

That's changed my supplier.

Does that seem up to you, though? The
low prices?

How's Lester making all this profit,
then?

You know how the inspectors always say,
and 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.

So... This pineapple is 905 grams.

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 ,000 grams.

So where's all that extra we had coming
from?

One of these exports goes to Jamaica.

I'll give my friend a call.

Doesn't look like Mrs. Lewis is here.

All this from selling juice?

Sergeant Fletcher.

Ahoy there. So, our captain, he's no
juice seller. We're looking into the

documents of the shop and spot a
discrepancy. My girl, Big Patsy, works

Jamaican Customs, and she tells us the
last month they seized a fruit shipment

from Captain Juicy. And guess what?

Seven breaks 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 fruity export?

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 hot thing, son.

Did Mom know what you were doing?

Don't bring her into this. Why not?

The daughter I knew would not want to
have her son lying and cheating people

make money.

The daughter 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.

There's nothing here.

Sir.

The painting.

It's not hanging straight.

I'll start with the family birthdays.

No? Try... thirteen... one...

twenty -four.

Dog's name is Max.

Numerical value in the alphabet.

Some people like their pets more than
their children.

Ah. Hmm?

Cabana.

Pool house, maybe?

Hmm.

Well.

Definitely still on the island.

What's this doing in there?

That's why.

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 tigers planted a field
of juicy yams.

He sneaks into there at night to steal
them.

Next morning...

And then the giant tiger set in traps to
catch the little thief.

Guess what?

One night, snap.

And then he 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?

Fifteen.

Went to live with my dad.

What did mom think about that?

She hated it.

We grew apart.

Dad spoiled 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.

Must have been tough.

The hardest thing was that, um, nowhere,

and I mean nowhere, ever felt like home.

Because 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'd 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 a 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
start out.

So his situation and your way of life.

Wish I could say that was the reason,
but... I paid off those debts a long

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.

Well, Lester's in Florida on business.

We know for a fact he isn't. His
passport is in your safe.

Oh.

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

I'm scared of nothing stupid.

Your husband?

No, Gus.

That was Solomon, but I know him as Gus.

And how well do you know him?

We met at the beach club.

Just 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... To
what?

To get his name out of me.

Did he hurt you?

His temper gets the better of him.

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

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

ask you again.

Do you know where they are?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, Detective, no.

I can't help you.

You should have the files from the USB.

Set?

Received. Great. See if there's any info
on properties Lester owns.

There's a situation here.

Is this strictly necessary?

Unfortunately, yes.

Because that's a serious offense.

Oh, come on. We were only borrowing it.

Wait.

Please. Count yourselves lucky.

Our cells are far more comfortable than
yours.

At least we got air conditioning.

Let's toss pineapples.

They're growing on Rosemont Farm, the
north part of the island. Right here is

Leslie's rental agreement.

Good work.

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

I might have an idea.

But I'll need to call in a favor.

Yes, bad girl, Catherine.

Sorry, inappropriate.

Not really.

Bonjour.

After that cross, did you want to talk
about the conditions?

Look.

I understand what's happened.

You feel like we have disrespected you.

And to be fair, we have.

Go on.

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.

Do you have something else?

Anything you want to add?

I'm sorry for borrowing your car.

Stealing.

Stealing your car.

And?

Really? Really.

And for calling you a dumbo.

Sergeant Fletcher says let's go into a
place called Rosemont Farm up near

Turnbull Peak.

That's over on the north side.

Come on.

Let's go.

Look at it back.

Well, well.

I think enough happy families.

Out. Now.

Way above your age.

Bye.

I feel I'll cover the rear.

Mervyn.

Very rude to leave a party without
saying goodbye.

Except in France.

Mervyn! Mervyn!

Nice try.

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.

Back to the office?

Start ringing around the different fruit
farms?

The keys.

Cabana. Thought they were for the pool
house, but farms, maybe?

Yep. On the South Peninsula.

Sergeant Fletcher, new intel for you.

Come on!

Turn around.

Turn around.

What you gonna 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
filmed.

Nothing sweeter than doing good business
with good people.

Gentlemen, we have a problem here.

It's a fake, just like you. You keep
doing this, everything is a fake.

That's enough!

That's enough.

I'm so sorry, Noah.

Why? Son of a... Hear me out!

Lester's not a good man. I couldn't let
him hurt Pearl again. He came at me. The

gun was on the table. 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?

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
around.

Which means they were definitely
switched after he was killed.

Which means... We met at this
restaurant, little man.

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, maybe blood's better.

Do you recognise it?

Solomon, you did fire the gun, but you
didn't kill Lester. Stop talking!

Now.

Sergeant Blister, we're on our way.

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

You might want to turn away, so.

It's going to be pretty.

Sergeant Fletcher.

Follow him. Follow him.

Ah, don't even think about it.

It's good to see you in one piece.

Thank you, Sergeant Fletcher.

Inspector!

You know, boy, am I glad to see you.
Come here, man.

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

You good?

You all right?

Yeah. Ah, come on.

Sir.

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

I'll explain later.

What's the situation here?

Yeah, Mervyn, what is it?

They 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 kept in 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

would fit.

I pulled the trigger. I saw the blood.
The bullet was a blank, okay?

Did you never find it strange that
Lester was coming at you with the gem

there was a gun right in front of him?

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

And the blood was easily faked.

That's why there's no splatter 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.

Cheat said he'd started.

Listen to me, I'm going to sort this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And in that brief window of time...

Leicester 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
Leicester to be picked up somewhere

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

But then, oops, Spanner in the works, I
turn around. 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.

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

Like I said, I saw you going to 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?

Yeah, that's been said.

Now, the big question for me is, why did
Lester fake his own death?

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

Nah, 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. Not man.

That was real.

I felt it here.

Give me strength.

Sorry to disappoint you, but it wasn't.

I knew this was a bad idea. Take it
easy, okay?

I'm going to deal with it.

Call you when it's done. Pearl and the
kids were going to join him in a few

months. And the death settled.

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

And the footage on your hidden camera.

will 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

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 the capital T.

That is, they have solid people around
you.

Yeah.

I really do.

Take care of yourself, Martha.

You too, Solomon.

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

Sir, this was inside the sack.

Be a trainer, just like you said.

So, Inspector, want a knock?

You want a fresh knock?

No, thank you.

I just want to go home.

So, DS Naomi Thomas.

A beautiful name.

We make a pretty efficient team, do we
not?

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

Perhaps over drinks? Neville.

Okay.

That's... That's never going to happen.

Ming.

Will you wait on me?

Can you hold on that long, baby?

Darling, darling, oh, darling.

I'll be home.

Oh, yeah.

Captain Doocy.

It's all they had, sir.

No, 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.

Flip of the tongue.

Yes, I...

Hortense Leroux, St. Marie's favorite
agony, poisoned by her own collar. How

he get the one poison newspaper to
Hortense? Can I suggest that you

on what is actually important?

Finding the person who did this.

You were kidnapped, almost killed.

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.

It's hard to keep pretending.

Pretending? Yeah, pretending like you're
okay.