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Hello, sir.

And welcome to Saint-Marie.

You're nervous.

-Yeah.

Gosh, no way.

I can't wait to see her.

Aunt Mary was always my most favourite aunt.

How come?

Well, when I was growing up

and my parents had to take my brothers

off to play rugby or cricket

or some ball game or whatever,

they'd always dump me with Aunt Mary.

And what would you do?

Oh gosh, what wouldn't we do, Florence?

But if it was raining, we'd stay inside

and do puzzles from the Puzzler magazine

or play Battleships or jigsaws, even.

Aunt Mary would always let me do the edges.

And that was good?

Ah, here they come.

Aunt Mary!

Humphrey!

Oh, how handsome you are.

Oh, let me take a good look at you.

You don't look too bad yourself, Aunt Mary.

Oh, you always say the right thing.

Oh, yes, of course, gosh.

Detective Sergeant Florence Cassell.

Florence, this is Aunt Mary.

Welcome to Saint-Marie.

HUMPHREY: So, Aunty, how was England when you left?

Oh, freezing cold and dark as hell.

Feel as if I haven't seen the sun for months.

I can tell you, this is far more like it.

HUMPHREY: Here we are.

Now, I've been planning what we can do tomorrow.

Starting...

...with a boat trip to the coral reef.

Hang on, it's here somewhere.

-Ooh! -Oh.

Hang on, oh, is this...

-Oh, dear! That's not very good.

Humphrey.

I can, uh... If I just...

Ah, it looks like this

Or we can go to the Rum Museum,

which is also less tomato-y in real life

than it is in this photo.

Oh, look, as long as you've got time,

I want to do it all.

Good.

Yeah, can I order room service?

Just a burger and chips and two bottles of beer.

No, thank you.

That's great.

Mmm.

I'm on my way, madam.

If there is anything there, then we will find it.

Now, are you sure it was that room up there?

MARY: Yes, I'm sure.

I know you probably think I'm just a stupid old woman

but I'm sure I heard something.

FREDDIE: Oh, God!

MARY: What?

FREDDIE: You're right.

There is somebody there.

Dwayne, JP, what's going on?

I think he must have fallen from that top balcony, chief.

They say the body's bruised, trauma to

the back of the head,

all consistent with a fall.

What about my aunt

She's fine, sir, I've just been talking to her.

Oh, you have?

Yeah, but you should know, she witnessed

the victim's death

and she's saying it wasn't an accident.

This is murder?

Oh, great.

Right, Dwayne, JP, process the scene

and then get the paramedics to remove the body.

I've got an aunt to interview.

Gosh, well, that's a first.

Oh, thank you, Freddie.

Aunt Mary. Are you okay?

I'm... I'm just a bit rattled.

Freddie here is helping. This is my nephew.

He's a detective inspector.

Freddie Hamilton, hotel porter.

DI Goodman. Thank you for

looking after my aunt.

And now, could I ask you, Mr Hamilton...

Oh, please, everybody calls me Freddie.

Mmm, yes, Freddie, um...

Was the deceased staying at the hotel?

Yes.

Got his check-in details here.

John Green, staying in room 33.

It says he only arrived at the hotel today?

Got a room booked in the name of John Green.

You'll need to know what I saw, won't you?

Yeah, yes of course, if you're up to it.

Oh, yes, of course.

I woke when I heard an altercation

in the next room.

So, then I went downstairs into my sitting room

and that's when I thought I heard

what sounded like a scream,

as the poor man was pushed off his balcony.

Did you see who pushed him?

No, I didn't.

But straight away afterwards I went to his room,

you know, next to mine,

and knocked on the door, but no answer.

So, I phoned down to reception

and Freddie and I found the body together.

-Ten past two.

It had just gone 2:00 when you called me.

Oh, really?

Sorry, then it was 2:00.

Thank you, Aunty.

If you wouldn't mind bearing with us.

Freddie, we just have a couple more questions,

if you would.

Okay, so, when did you know something was wrong?

FREDDIE: It had been a quiet shift,

then the phone rang

and that's when Miss Goodman said

that she'd seen somebody fall.

Then we found the body together.

Did you see anyone leave or enter the hotel

just before or after Mr Green died?

No.

Do you have any CCTV cameras at the hotel at all?

We've got one CCTV camera in reception.

I can get the discs for you.

We'll want all the recordings since lunchtime today,

when Mr Green checked in.

-Of course.

HUMPHREY: Did you interact with

the deceased at all today?

FREDDIE: I brought him a room service dinner

about 8:00 tonight.

He was in good spirits

and he was on his balcony having a drink,

reading a book.

He'd already got a tip ready for me, so I wished

him well and I left.

He didn't seem troubled at all?

Or, I don't know, waiting for something?

No, no. Not that I could see, no.

Right. Do you know

if Mr Green stayed here before?

Not since I've been working here, no.

HUMPHREY: How long is that?

About 14 years.

Right.

So, what do you think, sir?

That we're about to make ourselves very unpopular.

-Mr Green's room here. -Thank you.

Okay, Dwayne, JP, I want you to wake up all

the guests on this floor.

Ask who else saw or heard anything.

Yes, sir.

Okay, Dwayne, how about you start at that end

and I'll start that end

and race each other back to the middle.

Yes, you go to it, tiger.

Okay.

So, no signs of breaking into the victim's room,

we also need to dust the door handle

and the door frame for prints.

Yes.

If you would, Freddie, thank you.

Although, does the hotel record

when the pass keys are used to open

the doors to the rooms?

Yeah, I can print out the hotel key card logs

as soon as I get the CCTV discs.

Thank you, Freddie.

Right.

Okay.

Let's see what happened here.

How are you getting on, sir?

Uh, yes, well, Freddie just brought me

the CCTV discs and the log

and if we look at room number 33...

Oh, yes, wouldn't you know it?

No key card was used to access the room

after 8:00 p.m. tonight.

So, John Green opened the door to the killer himself.

Mmm.

How about you

Not much, sir.

Although the victim works for a company

based in Colchester

called East Anglian Conservatories.

Okay, Chief, so we've spoken to all the other

guests on the floor

and we couldn't find anyone who heard or saw anything.

They were all asleep.

Although, sir, there was a woman five doors down

who was on the same flight as Mr Green.

She said she had a chat with him and liked him.

He told her that he hadn't had a proper holiday for years

and was looking forward to getting some sun,

seeing some sights.

I don't know, maybe it was a robbery.

FLORENCE: His money is

still in his wallet.

Whatever happened here, it looks like

the victim was asleep,

or at least reading in bed.

And then something made him get up.

Yes, a knock on the door, perhaps, which made John

Green come down here

to let this person in,

and then this person pushed Mr Green

off the balcony to his death.

And then made his or her escape

without, as far as I can tell,

leaving any indication as to who our killer is

or indeed, why John Green had to die.

This is not really adding up to a pile of very much.

Mmm.

Aunt Mary, you all right?

Yeah.

I was just thinking about that poor man.

Yes, yes, I know.

Only, what with the case,

I'm afraid I won't be able to spend much time with you

over the next few days.

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

-Of course.

Now, you go and catch whoever did this.

-I'll see you tomorrow. -Yeah.

What's that, old chap?

Gosh, well, this is a development

in our relationship,

my very own guard lizard.

Ah, who disappears at the first sign of danger.

Ah, Florence.

-Morning, sir. -Morning.

Are you okay?

Yes, couldn't be better.

Although I've been checking

and John Green's got no criminal record

or criminal associates

on the UK Police database or INTERPOL.

Oh, and I've spoken to Immigration as well

and he's never been on Saint-Marie before, either.

-No.

This is his first visit to the island.

Then, how come he was murdered within hours of arriving here?

HUMPHREY: Yes, well, if I hear anything further,

I'll be the first to let you know, of course.

Yes.

All right, thank you. Goodbye.

Mr Green's boss, sir?

Yes, he was rather shocked to hear the news.

What did he have to say about the victim?

Well, um...

It's all rather sad, really, Dwayne.

He said Mr Green was hardworking, honest,

popular with staff and customers alike.

Said he runs the office pub quiz team

and last year he was

a brilliant secret Santa

at the office Christmas party.

So, Florence,

tell me we've got something from the fingerprints

we took from the victim's room?

I'm sorry, but the only fingerprints

I've been able to identify

all belong to the victim. Although, you should know,

the door handle to the room didn't have any

prints on it at all.

It had been completely wiped clean.

Which suggests our killer knew what they were doing.

Dwayne, how are you getting on with the hotel CCTV discs?

Well, Chief, we've got two discs.

One covering yesterday from 2:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m.

and the other one from 2:00 a.m. onwards.

This is the one I started with.

And you can see here,

your Aunt Mary calls down to report the murder.

Freddie goes off to find the body.

And if we keep moving...

It's later...

There, we arrive to inspect the body.

There is no evidence of the killer

making their escape,

but then again, they could have

left by another route.

Good morning, everybody! HUMPHREY: Ah, JP.

-Yes,

I'm quite well, thank you.

Good. Okay, so I've been

back to the hotel,

talking to staff,

and a few people who spoke to Mr Green yesterday

said that he was a really nice guy.

Friendly, typical holidaymaker.

But I do have one lead.

-Yes,

I spoke to a receptionist

and she says she organised a taxi for Mr Green

at about 4:00 p.m.

From the hotel to the botanical gardens.

He was gone for about an hour

and then another taxi brought him back again.

-Well done, JP -Whatever I can

do to help, chief.

And you know what? Maybe that's where John Green

met the person who later killed him.

Yeah, I think we should go and check it out, Florence,

although I'd like to pop in at the hotel on the way.

-I want to see how my aunt is. -Good idea.

Ah, Mr and Mrs Blackburn. How have you

been this past year?

Thank you.

Good morning, Freddie, I wonder,

have you seen my aunt today?

She's at the beachside bar with her friend.

-Miss Lewis.

I'm sorry...

-Hello, Freddie. -Let me help you.

She has a friend?

Aunty.

Sir?

Morning, Inspector, Detective Sergeant.

The Commissioner came to find me,

to check I was okay.

And he's had the most brilliant idea.

Because it's important you focus on the case now,

and that it would be terrible if your aunt's

first day on the island

should tarnish the rest of her stay here.

So, the Commissioner's cleared his diary

and he says he's going to show me the sights himself.

Wow! Wow.

And you're sure you can spare the time, sir?

It's a sacrifice I'm prepared to make.

For the case.

Wonderful.

Can I ask you a question?

Did you see this man here yesterday?

Thank you.

Any progress, sir?

I've spoken to reception

and they don't remember seeing John Green

here yesterday.

And I can't find anyone who saw him, either.

Although, it is a big place.

And there are hundreds of tourists

here every day.

I mean, what if they just didn't notice him?

Still nothing.

Hey, you got to tell me what's going on.

-You keep smiling to yourself.

There's something up.

Well, uh...

You're right, Dwayne. Um...

But you're not allowed to tell anyone, you know,

because I don't really know how to put this, um...

Wow.

I think...

I'm in love.

You

Yes, it's Rosey.

-Yes, I love her and...

You know, I keep on forgetting that that's how

I feel, you know?

So, I just find myself doing something like...

Like going through the immigration lists

and then I suddenly remember and I just start to smile.

I can't wait to tell her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're going to do what?

I'm going to tell Rosey I love her.

Are you crazy?

You can't ever tell a woman you love her.

-No!

Because once you tell a woman that,

they own you.

And the next thing you know,

you'll be telling your friends you can't see them tonight

because you fancy "a quiet night in".

So, I...

I don't tell her I love her?

No!

Look, listen, JP.

You want a healthy relationship

with her, right?

Yes, yes, that's exactly what I want, Dwayne.

Then, never tell her the truth.

I think I may be onto something, you know.

Really?

-I said may be.

You see, I started on the other CCTV disc.

You know, the one from the afternoon?

And there's John Green checking in.

He looks just like any other tourist,

right, Chief?

And here's you, checking in your Aunt Mary

just moments later.

Gosh, does my hair really look like that?

Okay, but if you go forward 10 minutes,

this guy turns up.

-DWAYNE:

His name's Neil Jenkins.

He's a career criminal from the UK who came to

the island nine years ago.

The police back in the UK asked us to

keep an eye on him.

He's done time for ABH, twice.

-You better believe it.

When he came here, I made sure I

introduced myself to him.

Is there any footage of him talking to John Green

-No, Chief.

Or anything else incriminating Mr Jenkins

in Mr Green's murder?

Yes. He's a known criminal

and he was in the same hotel as the victim that afternoon.

That's pretty tenuous, Dwayne.

But if that's all we've got, let's go and pay

Mr Jenkins a visit.

Thanks so much for agreeing to see us.

Always a pleasure to assist

the local constabulary.

How can we help?

Well, it's, uh... It's just that...

Oh, wow!

Um...

It's just that your name came up as part

of our inquiries.

NEIL: Really?

HUMPHREY: Hello.

Would you rather we had this conversation elsewhere?

No.

I haven't got any secrets from me wife.

Ask away.

Okay.

Were you at La Toubana Hotel yesterday?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm a member of the gym there.

What time did you arrive and leave?

Got there about half past two, went to the gym, came out,

sat about in the sun for an hour.

Yeah, got home about 4:00.

Does the name John Green mean anything to you?

No, don't think so, Ella?

What's that, sorry?

Do you know a John Green, love?

No. Why?

FLORENCE: This is him.

Please have a good look.

Do you recognise him at all?

No. Never seen him.

Where were you both last night at around 2:00 a.m.?

Well, I was in bed with my wife.

What is all this

No, darling.

I was in bed with my wife, Ella.

She'll alibi me.

Oh, and I should tell you that I'm on sleeping pills.

So, come about midnight, I was out for the count.

-Yeah.

When I went to bed at midnight, Neil had been

asleep for over an hour.

Anyway, what's it matter where we were at 2:00 a.m.?

It's when this man was murdered

at La Toubana hotel.

-No! -All right, love. All right.

And you think because I was in the area

earlier in the day

that that man's death might have

something to do with me?

Eh?

Now, unless you've got any more questions, get out!

Thanks for your help.

HUMPHREY: Is it just a coincidence?

I mean, the man had to be somewhere

on the day of the murder

and both he and his wife say he's got an alibi

for the time John Green was killed.

And I can't find any link to Neil Jenkins

on Mr Green's phone, sir.

That's hardly surprising.

Neil Jenkins hasn't been back to the UK

in the last nine years.

And John Green has never been to Saint-Marie before.

Yeah, so how could the two men possibly have

known each other?

It's a very good point.

Yes, but how about the other Brits

currently on the island?

JP, have you been through the list

immigration sent over?

I have, and I compared the names on the list

to Mr Green's contacts on his phone

and no one he knows has arrived on the island.

Also, sir, I've gone through Mr Green's emails

and he was just a regular, normal guy.

Oh, gosh. Sorry, I'd better get this.

Aunty!

How are you?

Oh, you're at Catherine's bar?

How very clever of the Commissioner.

Yes, we've actually got to finish up here, anyway.

All right, see you then.

Okay, everyone.

That's all we can do today.

But everything we've learnt about John Green

tells us he was hardworking, honest, a good egg, no less.

A bon oeuf, Florence.

So, how come within hours of

arriving on holiday,

visiting an island he'd never been to before

and travelling on his own, no less,

someone got into this honest and well-liked man's room

and brutally threw him to his death?

Well, we had a lovely day, didn't we, Selwyn?

Oh, yes.

And it's so nice to hear the old stories

about you, Inspector.

What stories would these be?

Well, I had no idea you had a family nickname.

I don't.

Oh, come on, Humphrey. You remember.

I don't.

You were about eight or nine years old.

Back then, Humphrey had quite a little tummy on him.

In fact, he was almost entirely spherical.

Aunty, you are not telling this story.

And we went to the local museum

and they had this old jade that we loved looking at.

And Humphrey was sitting on the wall outside,

only, he fell off it and banged his head,

and that's when he got his family nickname.

-Humpty Dumpty.

Un truc d'anglais.

Are you all right, JP?

Oh, um, yes.

Yes, I'm totally fine.

Thanks for asking.

You look a bit confused.

Well, to be honest with you,

I am a bit confused.

But why

Well, no, it's the opposite, in fact.

Let me put it another way...

Yes.

Yes, it is.

No way, Chief.

Yes, I'm sorry, Dwayne, but it's true.

It is my deepest and darkest secret.

You used to perform magic shows?

You should've seen them.

He'd make a poster, "Humphrey's

Marvellous Magic Show".

And he'd come out in a little bow tie and do all

these wonderful card tricks.

A little bow tie?

Well, yes, I was only 10 years old at the time, sir.

It had to be quite small.

Anyway, it's been a long day.

Um, Humphrey, perhaps you'd escort me

back to the hotel?

Yes, of course, Aunty.

Please.

Thank you for a wonderful day.

The pleasure was all mine, Aunt Mary.

MARY: Thank you.

I'll see you all soon.

-SELWYN: Bye-bye. -Au revoir!

SELWYN: Bye-bye. A plus tard, amour.

Same again, everyone?

I'll give you a hand, Commissioner.

Dwayne, what have you done?

-The advice you gave JP.

And what advice would that be?

That JP must never tell Rosey that he's fallen

in love with her!

What did you do?

It's because...

You know how it is, ladies, when men get too clingy.

It puts you right off.

If he loves her, he has to tell her.

It's you he looks up to.

You need to get him to tell Rosey

how he feels about her.

Ah!

I'm sorry I didn't get to spend

any time with you today.

Oh, don't worry about it, I had a wonderful time.

Yes.

Although there was something I wanted to say

and I thought maybe I'd find

the right time to say it

but maybe there never is a right time.

What is it?

-Humphrey, look! -That's John Green's room.

My God, there's someone in there.

This is the police! Who's there?

-Sir! -Oh, Florence.

Are you all right?

He has a cut to his head and suspected concussion.

They've got to take him in for observation

but he's going to be all right.

Yes, I'm just a bit woozy and a little bit

hurty up there.

What happened?

Someone broke into John Green's hotel room,

they were looking for something.

But Humphrey didn't see who it was

or what they were looking for.

You know, it's got to be our killer, Florence.

Okay, don't worry, sir.

I'll get JP to work the scene and we'll

discover who did this.

Yes, I know you will.

Thank you.

But please, first, would you escort

Mary to her room?

No way, I'm not leaving your side

after what happened.

No, I'm coming to the hospital with you.

Okay, you can take him now.

I've got some water and some grapes.

Where did you get grapes from?

Ah, a woman has to have her mystery.

Before, you know,

I got tonked,

you were trying to tell me something.

So, your memory's not affected,

unlike mine.

Though some people would say I never had any

in the first place

but, uh,

well, I went to the doctor and he did some tests.

You're not losing your marbles.

Oh, I am, Humphrey.

-I forget things. -We all forget things.

I can't remember what day it is

half the time.

I know, but...

I forget recipes that I've been making my whole life

and the names of friends.

You know, I can't do logic

puzzles any more.

That's what you do. Puzzles.

-That's what we do. -It's scary.

I've had a wonderful life.

And now I'm going to forget it all.

Well, that was my reason for this trip.

I wanted to spend some time with you,

while I can still remember.

And I wanted to be the one who told you.

And now I have.

So, you reckon the Chief will be okay, Sarge?

He should be fine.

Oh, JP.

Did you discover what the intruder

was looking for?

I'm sorry.

I mean, the drawers were open, the victim's

luggage was pulled apart.

I mean, the intruder was definitely

looking for something

but I have no idea what it was

or if he even found it before he ran away.

Then, what about fingerprints?

No new prints on any of the surfaces

I could find.

So, the intruder was wearing gloves.

Almost certainly.

Like he was the first time.

What have you got on your side?

I'm trying to run background checks

on Mr Green's contacts

but I'm struggling. He only knows about 30 people

and they're all from his hometown, Colchester.

It's just not much to go on.

It's just like his credit report, Sarge,

it's all above-board.

But where it lists previous residences,

it's only got his Colchester address, which he moved

into five years ago.

There are no other addresses listed before then.

But he must have lived somewhere before then.

You know what?

I think his passport was only issued

five years ago.

Yeah, it was.

Okay, everyone,

I think we need to find out what John Green was up to

before five years ago.

-Chicken soup.

Everyone needs chicken soup when they're ill.

Yes, quite.

-Oh, well, it's...

It's delicious.

Now, no over-exciting him.

I've spoken to the doctor and he needs complete bed rest

for at least another day.

Okay?

-Of course. -Yes.

Nuts to that, you've made a breakthrough,

haven't you?

Yes, what she said.

Well, sir, we finally realised

we didn't have a single record for John Green

from more than five years ago.

It was like he didn't exist before 2011.

That's when Sarge came up with her genius idea.

What if he didn't exist before 2011?

Oh, that's not possible.

It's not his real identity, is it?

I got onto the police back in Essex

but at the right level this time,

the Superintendent.

And she was able to confirm my suspicions

and put me onto John Green's handler.

John Green is not his real name, Chief,

it's Marcus Knight.

He was a crooked accountant who worked with a number

of criminal families

and a load of diamond merchants

from the East End of London.

Oh, this is wonderful!

But six years ago, he knew the police

were closing in on him,

so he turned his files over to them

in return for a reduced sentence

and a new identity.

Yes, his evidence put seven other

criminals in prison.

Although the police still suspected

Mr Knight had stolen

the best part of a quarter of a million pounds

from his clients

before he went to the police.

Not that they were able to prove it

or recover the money.

DWAYNE: But once he'd served his time for false accounting,

the government gave Mr Knight a new name and put him

in Witness Protection.

Brilliant, brilliant! Well done, everyone.

We've already been onto Immigration, Chief,

and they say Marcus Knight visited

the island six years ago.

Just before he turned himself in to the UK police.

He's been to the island before?

HUMPHREY: In which case,

Florence, you need to compile a list of all Marcus Knight's

known associates

before he went to prison.

Starting with those criminals he turned Queen's

evidence against.

Yes, sir.

Yes, well done. Well done, everyone.

Perhaps I'd better rest.

HUMPHREY: Don't worry, Aunt Mary.

Just a moment.

Ah, hello, hello. Sorry, don't know

how that happened.

But now I've got you here, I wonder if you could help me?

Because we're going to need a large whiteboard

and some marker pens of varying colours.

Thank you.

I mean, after all, Aunty,

what else do we do when we're confined indoors

if not solve some puzzles?

You know what I can't help thinking, Aunty?

That Marcus Knight is the Cretan from the riddle.

Who?

The man from Crete who says that all men from

Crete are liars.

-I don't know that one. -Yes, you do.

The Epimenides paradox, you taught it to me.

You know, if he's from Crete,

he's lying,

and if he's telling the truth, then he can't be from Crete.

I can't remember it.

Sorry, I told you, it's not what it was.

Don't worry.

All I'm saying is that

nothing we know about Marcus Knight

can be presumed to be true.

So what I keep coming back to is

what if he never actually went to the botanical

gardens at all?

I see.

Well, where do you think he went?

No idea.

Hmm.

Although Dwayne said Marcus Knight stole a quarter

of a million pounds

before he went to prison six years ago.

Yes and Dwayne also said that Marcus came

out to the island

six years ago, as well.

Shortly before he turned himself

in to the police.

So, maybe he's been hiding his money on the island

all this time.

Good grief, Aunty, I wonder if you're right?

So, if he didn't go to the botanical gardens,

I wonder where he did go?

Well, where else is there nearby?

Somewhere he could have kept a quarter of

a million pounds safe

for six years.

Well, gosh, I don't really know.

I mean, there's just a few shops up there,

there's a chemists and a laundry, I think.

And then there's just a...

Good grief! There's also a bank.

Do you want to ring Florence or shall I?

MONIQUE: I can confirm that Marcus Knight

took out a safety deposit box with us

in February of 2010.

-Yes.

And three days ago, he presented himself

and his key to the branch,

emptied his box, closed down the account

and handed back his key.

Do you know what he'd been keeping here in

those six years?

MONIQUE: I don't.

But I know it fitted inside a brown hold-all.

But we never found no brown hold-all in his room.

Okay, so the killer took the bag of money

when he killed Marcus Knight.

Yes, because it was full of a quarter of a million pounds.

And just imagine, Sarge,

the money's been sitting in that bank all this time.

All you'd need is a key and all of the cash is yours.

Where was the key all this time?

How do you mean?

Okay, imagine. You're Marcus Knight.

You've put a load of money in a safety deposit box

and you know you're going to prison.

What are you going to do with the key?

-Give it to someone for safekeeping.

Okay, Dwayne, go back to the bank

and get the key Mr Knight used to open his

safety deposit box.

I think we need to test it for fingerprints.

DWAYNE: Find anything yet, JP?

JP: Seven points of comparison,

that's admissible in court.

Who does the fingerprint belong to?

Neil Jenkins. I don't know what

you're talking about.

FLORENCE: Marcus Knight is the real

name of John Green,

the man who was murdered only hours after you were

seen at his hotel.

The man you told us you didn't know.

Even though he visited you six years ago.

Which is when he left his safety

deposit key with you,

didn't he?

DWAYNE: A safety deposit key we just

retrieved from the bank

and we were able to lift a clean fingerprint

belonging to you off the key fob.

Which implicates you in his murder.

Unless you can explain how your

fingerprint got there.

All right.

All right, I admit

that I knew that John was really Marcus.

Yeah.

He used to be my company accountant,

years ago.

DWAYNE: So, why did you lie to us?

Because I wanted to protect his secret.

Which was?

Look, before Marcus handed himself over to the old bill,

he siphoned off a lot of cash for himself

and he was going to store it in the bank

for when he came out.

Now, he asked me to look after the key.

The day that he came back, we arranged a meeting.

We went to the hotel, sat out on the balcony,

had a few beers, talked about old times,

you know, compared war wounds, it was lovely.

And then, I gave him the key so that he could

go to the bank.

And you got on, after all this time?

Yeah, of course we got on.

I mean, everyone loved Marcus, didn't they?

I mean, I actually said to him that he ought to cancel

his reservation at the hotel

and he should spend the rest of his

holidays with us.

I said that he could spend the rest of

the holidays with us.

Yes.

And he would've done if he hadn't died,

the poor man.

So, you knew Marcus Knight as well?

He was Neil's accountant, so I suppose I knew

him to say hello to.

And you both admit you knew about the money

Mr Knight had been keeping at the bank all this time?

I didn't know about any money.

Look, all right, all right, that's true.

Ella didn't know about the money.

It wasn't my secret to share, simple as that.

Even though last time I was here,

you told me you had no secrets from your wife.

You see, this is the problem we've got, Mr Jenkins.

We know you couldn't have got Mr Knight's

money out of the bank

while he was in prison

because Mr Knight was the only one who

could get it out.

So, this is what we're thinking.

Once you were sure Mr Knight had his money,

you went to his room in the middle of the night,

killed him and stole it for yourself.

Listen.

You're forgetting one thing, all right?

I had an alibi for the night that he was murdered.

So, where were you last night, just before midnight?

I was asleep, why?

Can you prove that?

I've done nothing wrong here, all right?

All I did was look after a key for an old friend.

So unless you have got a warrant,

or you're going to charge me,

then I have finished helping the police

with their inquiries.

So, out!

I'm telling you, Neil Jenkins is our killer.

He's a known criminal,

he's been looking after the key

and he knows the bag contained money.

But Dwayne, he's already a rich man.

Why would he need to kill for money?

We need the Inspector.

If Neil Jenkins killed Marcus,

he'll have taken the bag of money

and hidden the cash somewhere.

So, JP, how's your research going?

Well, we already know a lot about Neil Jenkins.

So, I have decided to do a few background checks on his wife.

And I've discovered she was on the police computer

under her maiden name, Ella Thomas.

Fifteen years ago,

about a year or so before she married Neil,

she was cautioned for running a fake perfume stall

in London, on Oxford Street.

She also has a serious amount of debts on her credit cards.

Oh, so she's not as innocent as she pretends to be.

But how did she know that Marcus was collecting

the money that day?

Hmm?

Her husband said he never told Ella

about the bag of money.

You know what?

We still don't know why the killer returned

to the scene of the crime.

I think we should find out, don't you?

No, sir, sir.

The doctors said you had to stay in bed.

Yes, I know, but what do doctors know?

Oh... Hold on.

Don't worry, I'm fine.

And I hope you don't mind, but for the remainder

of the case,

I am co-opting the help of a civilian expert.

Aunt Mary.

So, the killer gets back in here.

But what are they looking for?

And did they find it?

Well, most certainly not, sir.

Seeing as you interrupted them.

Yes, but it was down here

that the original fight for the money

must have been.

Because Mr Knight was thrown over this balcony, here.

Sir, it has to be Neil Jenkins.

He's the only person on the whole island

who knew there was a bag full of money.

Well, yes, we keep saying that but, you know,

I wonder if that's true?

How do you mean?

Well, this whole case has been the wrong way round

from the start, hasn't it?

I mean, John Green wasn't even John Green.

So, what if the one proven crook in this case

isn't the crook after all?

I mean, Neil's already rich, so why would he

need to kill for money?

And yes, in fact, what if the secret

of the money

wasn't even a secret?

Singing...

Well, I'll be blowed.

NEIL: We went to the hotel, sat out on the balcony,

had a few beers, talked about old times.

I said, "Look, why don't you cancel your reservation

at the hotel, all right?

"And come spend the rest of your holidays with us?"

-Ten past two.

That's why you'd kill that night.

And why the secret's not a secret.

But wait, that's not possible.

Good grief.

You know who killed Marcus Knight?

Aunt Mary.

-That's right.

Then, I need the log of who opened

what doors that afternoon.

I need to know who was in room 32.

Mr and Mrs Jenkins.

Why do want to meet us up here?

Well, you want to know who killed your good friend

Marcus Knight, don't you?

Of course.

Please.

Now, Neil.

You and Marcus went to his room the afternoon

he was killed, didn't you?

What of it?

Freddie, if you would, please?

That's not Marcus's room, it was that one over there.

Don't worry, all will become clear.

Please.

You see, all along, you had to be

our killer, Neil.

Only you knew about Marcus's bag of money.

And yet,

Marcus was your one-time company secretary.

You'd even looked after the key to his

safe deposit box

for the last six years.

This is not the behaviour of someone

who has hate in his heart.

-You didn't kill him. -Too damn right I didn't.

But it made me realise... Excuse me, Aunt Mary.

...that there was someone else on the island

who could have known about that money.

And that was you, Ella.

Because even if you didn't tell your wife

about the bag of money, well...

I mean, Ella was still here six years ago

when Marcus dropped that money off.

He could have told her all about it then.

You already have a criminal past,

selling fake perfume.

And you're maxed out on your credit cards.

You need the money.

It's not that bad.

I didn't kill him!

No.

Because that honour belongs to you, Freddie.

What?

You killed Marcus Knight.

What? I don't understand,

why would I do that?

HUMPHREY: I know. I mean...

How did you even know there was a bag of cash

to steal in the first place?

Well, let's see.

Because as a porter,

you have one particular skill, don't you?

And that is remembering names and faces.

Ah, Mrs and Mrs Blackburn, how have you

been this past year?

So, I think your suspicions were raised

the moment Mr Knight returned to the hotel

after a gap of six years,

saying his name was now Mr Green.

Afternoon, I've got a room booked

in the name of John Green.

FLORENCE: When a well-known island crook

arrived soon after,

we think you decided to find out what was going on.

Because although you never used your pass key

to enter Marcus's room that night, I mean,

you'd never be so stupid,

the hotel records do show that you were in this room

for 25 minutes that afternoon.

The room next door to Mr Knight's.

Even though there were no guests staying here.

So, why is that, Freddie?

FLORENCE: It was when you heard

the story of a bag of cash

containing a quarter of a million pounds.

You know what the tragedy is?

Marcus would possibly be still alive

if you hadn't invited him to move into your house

for the rest of the holiday.

FLORENCE: Because it made Freddie realise

if he wanted his bag of money for himself,

he'd have to act fast.

HUMPHREY: When you got to deliver room service

to Marcus that night...

I mean, I think you checked for the bag of money,

of course you did.

But you also made sure that you left

the door on the latch

so you wouldn't need to use your pass key

later on, didn't you?

As you knew the hotel logged every time a key is used.

I was downstairs, on reception,

when he was killed.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You were, weren't you?

The CCTV footage proves it.

-Yes, Chief.

Because you're right, Freddie.

Here you are, just after 2:00 a.m.,

minding your own business.

And here's the phone call from Aunt Mary,

phoning down to reception,

telling you that someone's fallen from their balcony.

And there you are, getting your torch

and going to help.

So, how on earth could you possibly be the killer?

I mean, you never left reception.

But then I remembered.

When we first interviewed you,

Aunt Mary said she phoned down to reception at 2:10 a.m.

But you corrected her and said it was

more like 2:00.

It had just gone 2:00 when you called me.

It's only a difference of 10 minutes,

what would it matter?

Well, as it happens, quite a lot.

So, thank you, Mary. You weren't

confused that night

or forgetful in any way.

It was ten past two when you rang down.

And it was in this missing 10 minutes

that Freddie committed murder.

HUMPHREY: First he waited until he had to swap

the CCTV discs over

at 2:00 a.m., as we know.

Well, chief, we've got two discs,

one covering from 2:00 p.m. yesterday to 2:00 a.m.

and the other one from 2:00 a.m. onwards.

HUMPHREY: But he didn't put

in the new disc,

not yet, anyway.

See, at this stage, he was just planning to carry

out a quick robbery,

get back to reception and then put the new disc in,

before anyone noticed his absence,

which is what he did.

Go into Marcus's room,

letting himself in without using his key.

And then...

Well, we can't know for sure.

But we do know Marcus woke up.

Did he threaten to call the police, Freddie?

Or were you always prepared to kill for that money?

We knew, the way you knew, you couldn't back down.

You had to get that money at all costs.

And when you got back down to reception,

I imagine you were just in a desperate panic.

Wishing you could have your time over again.

That's when you realised

the disc wasn't recording.

You could have your time over again.

All you needed to do was set the wall clock

back to 2:00 a.m.

before starting the next DVD.

So that when Aunt Mary rang down a few minutes later

to report the murder,

you now appeared to have an alibi

for the moments leading up to the murder.

It was like you never left reception.

Except, when you look closely,

you could see the brown holdall

at your feet.

All you then needed to do

was return the wall clock to the real time later on,

after you'd taken the disc out to give to us.

I mean, it was only ever a few minutes out, anyway.

I know.

I mean, after all, Freddie's got no

criminal record.

There's been no hint he's stolen

from guests before.

But then, I imagine no one's brought in

£250,000 in hard cash before.

So, why?

I mean, in a world where you get by

on dollar tips here and there,

I imagine that amount of money was a just a bit

too hard to resist,

eh, Freddie?

I mean, plus it's stolen. So, if someone took it,

Marcus would never be able to report his

theft to the police.

Easy money, really.

I imagine the temptation

was just too great.

Eh, Freddie?

DWAYNE: Chief?

You were right.

I searched Freddie's house and found it but...

Thank you, Dwayne. Finally, the bag of money.

-Chief, I really think you should...

-One moment, Dwayne.

All along, we've been trying to work out

who killed Marcus Knight.

And the answer is

anyone who wanted to get their hands on

a quarter of a million pounds.

I did try.

Where's the money?

There wasn't any.

When I opened the bag, it was just...

That.

Yes, of course.

That's why you broke back into the room

the following night.

Because you were still searching for the money.

You didn't find it that time either, did you?

Not with me interrupting you.

There never was any money.

What a waste of a life.

HUMPHREY: Take him away, Dwayne.

Okay, well,

I think this calls for a celebration,

don't you think, Aunty Mary?

Oh, yes. I think so, Dwayne.

JP, Sarge, a celebratory drink?

Yes, let's go.

We are going for a drink.

No... Yes, of course.

What is it, Humphrey? HUMPHREY:

Well, I'm sorry, Aunty. It's just, um...

Why would you put a load of old mementos

into a safety deposit box?

Because it's his old identity, sir?

I mean, he'd want to keep it safe.

Yes. No, I get that, JP. It's just...

Why keep it safe in the Caribbean?

I mean, why not just put it into storage in the UK?

And if his possessions are worthy

of a safety deposit box,

then why not the money?

But sir, we've looked. There's no money in that bag.

-Maybe there

never was any cash.

Yeah, but he told Neil Jenkins he was here to

collect his money.

Then what if the bag itself is the money?

With all due respect, Aunty Mary,

the bag's not even worth $20.

Yes, but what if it was?

Yes, because what was Marcus's job again?

He wasn't just an accountant to Neil Jenkins, was he?

That's right, he worked for a diamond merchants.

Chief, we looked inside and out, there's no way

to hide anything.

And yet, in the world of

logic puzzles...

It's always your assumptions that lead you astray.

Ah. Yes, it is, isn't it?

DWAYNE: No way.

He knows where the money is.

Now, that's how I'd hide a quarter of a million pounds.

DWAYNE: JP.

Oh, Dwayne, don't worry. I haven't told

Rosey how I feel.

I've followed your advice down to the letter.

Ah, good, but possibly it wasn't quite

the best advice.

Mmm

You see, JP, I've got a friend.

Yes, I know.

No, no, no. I mean, I've got a friend.

Oh, you've got a friend.

Yeah, that's what I said. I've got a friend.

It isn't me, by the way.

-But this friend of mine,

he sort of maybe kind of fell for this girl real bad

and the one thing I sometimes wonder...

The one thing your friend sometimes wonders.

Of course, the one thing my friend sometimes wonders is

what if he had told her how really serious

he was about her?

You think that might have turned out a bit different?

No.

But your advice...

Your friend's advice...

I should tell Rosey I love her?

Yes! And soon.

Because this friend of mine,

he's got two female friends who are waiting

to beat him up really bad if you don't.

-Okay.

Okay.

Ah, JP, everything okay?

Everything is just fine, Dwayne.

You see, everything's just fine.

And you both look like you need

a little ti

Well...

So, you know, we couldn't have done it

without you, Aunty.

It was quite an adventure.

Yes, I'll say.

So, your memory was tip-top.

And your puzzle-solving abilities

were even...

...tip-top-erer.

You know, this has been one rocking-chair moment.

What's one of those?

When I'm sitting in my rocking chair

and everything starts to go,

I think there are some things I won't be able to forget.

Like this.

Like you, Humpty.

SELWYN: So, Inspector,

I just found this pack of cards

by the backgammon set.

Oh, gosh.

Mary, do you think we should ask your nephew to perform

one of his famous magic tricks, hmm?

Oh, absolutely, Selwyn.

No, look, really. Gosh,

I mean, it's been so long.

-I just don't... -Come on, Humphrey.

Come on, chief.

All right, then, JP, pick a card, any card.

Okay.

Now, don't let me see it.

Show it to your friends and then place it

back in the pack.

Don't let me see it.

Now, I can't possibly know what your card is.

And by shuffling this pack,

I can't possibly know where your card is.

But...

Tell me, did you choose a red card?

JP: Yes.

HUMPHREY: Was it a diamond?

-Yes, sir.

And that's exactly what I expected you to say,

because the card you chose was the two of hearts.

Ah, um, sorry.

It's been a while.

Ladies and gentlemen, the two of hearts.

Right, bear with me. Wait, wait, here we go.

Two of hearts.

It was, um, queen of hearts.

Two of hearts. Oh!

It's got to be here somewhere. Wait,

wait one second, it's coming.

Two of hearts.

The two of hearts.

Catherine, there isn't even a two of hearts in this pack.

ANOUK: Welcome to Le Calmar, Saint-Marie.

Let the food do the talking.

In here!

Definitely attacked from behind,

turned round and then...

Hey! You little...

Out of breath, Granddad?

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