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Berrowberry leaves.

Finally took to the soil.

Here, smell.

Mmm!

It's like citrus and liquorice.

Has genuine anti-ageing properties.

Or so my grandma used to say.

90 years old when she passed,
and not a wrinkle on her face.

You know how you don't like
surprises?

First stall I ever opened was right
here.

Eight in the morning till eight at
night,

then I'd stay up late making product
for the next day.

Look how far we've come, Emmet.

Not we. You.

You might not have been there
from the start,

but Fallen Tree would not be
where it is today without you.

Thanks.

Gardenia! Shares in your company?

I can't accept this.

It's too much.

You are my dearest friend, Emmet.
I want you to know that.

This is all too much,

really.
Actually, Emmet, I'd say

you've got off somewhat lightly.
Yeah, if Mama had her way,

this was going to be full-on party
time with caterers and a disco.

But, as my husband wisely pointed
out,

we thought you'd prefer something
a little less noisy.

This is just perfect.
I appreciate it.

I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

Oh, Emmet.

To Emmet.

Yes. Yes, to Emmet. To you.

Cheers. Thank you.

Sir, this is a victim statement
for the burglary up near Port Royal.

Oh, thanks, JP.

Morning, sir. Can I help you?

There's... There's blood on your
shirt. Is everything all right?

Has there been an accident?

I think...

I think I...

..I think I've killed her.

How about I put that gun
somewhere safe?

All right.

Can you tell us your name?

Emmet Peterson.

I'm DI Neville Parker. And...you say
you think you killed someone?

She was my dearest friend.
And who is that?

Gardenia.

Gardenia Dujon.

You know her?
Yes. She's a local businesswoman.

She founded Fallen Tree - it's a
cosmetic company on the island.

And where was this?

At her home.
I know it.

Do you want me to head over there,
sir?

OK, yes.

And, er, call an ambulance.

Emmet, would you like to take a
seat?

Can you talk us through what
happened? That's just it.

I can't remember.

Not seen Deeny since she got up,
around half six.

JP: And this is where she came?

Oh, yes, she always does her yoga
down here.

Oh, God!

Please, no!

I got up this morning.

Made breakfast.

That's all I know for sure.

Next thing...

..I woke up on the ground.

In the garden.

Felt something heavy in my hand,
so I sat up.

I saw her.

Gardenia.

Lying there, dead.

I saw the blood on my shirt...

..and realised what I'd done.

But you can't actually remember
firing the gun?

No.

Does the gun belong to you?

Do you know how you came by it?

No.

But I know it was me that fired it.

I killed her.

I can feel it in me.

Emmet...

..if you did do this...

..why?

I don't know.

Oh, my head.

Does it hurt?

It aches real bad.
There's blood, sir.

Looks like he's taken a knock
or something.

I should get him to hospital.

Er, yeah. OK.

Until we recover the bullet,
we can't say for sure,

but the gun Mr Peterson
was holding was a .38 calibre.

The entry wound
appears to be the same size.

Was she doing exercise down here?

JP: Mrs Dujon did yoga every
morning.

Her husband says that she got up at

6.30 and that was the last time he
saw her.

Anyone hear the gunshot?

No. He says that he went back to
sleep for another hour or so.

Same with the daughter,
Cassie.

She said that the first time she
heard about this was when we showed
up.

Gunshot wasn't heard by
any of the victim's family.

But this is a private, secure
ground, sir.

There's no signs of an intruder.

Yeah, it's pretty remote out here.

Not much chance of a passing witness
either.

What's that doing here?

A red crayon.

How old's the daughter?

Early twenties.
Not likely to be hers, then.

Maybe they have friends with kids.
Yeah, maybe.

Should probably still bag it up
anyway.

It makes no sense.

Mum and Emmet,
they've worked together,

they've been best friends
for, like, 30 years.

Had they been arguing recently?
Fallen out over anything?

I mean, it was only last night
we were all celebrating together.

Mum wanted to reward Emmet
for his loyalty to the company

and to her personally,
so she gave him shares.

A 30% stake in Fallen Tree.

What is Emmet's role, exactly?

He's a sort of advisor.

Helps Deeny find new ingredients
for her products.

He's a walking encyclopaedia
on that kind of stuff.

Well, she says the company
would have gone bust without him.

Hmm.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I found this at the crime scene.

You found a crayon?

I was just wondering if you might
have any idea what it was doing
there.

Not had any kids visiting
recently? No.

Well...it's probably nothing.

Inspector, what happens now?
To Emmet, I mean.

Well, we'll have to talk to him some
more.

The doctor said Mr Peterson took a
serious blow to the head.

Any idea what caused it?
No.

But as a result, he's suffering
from post-traumatic amnesia.

That's why he has no memory
of what happened.

Did the doctor say
when it might come back?

Within the week, he said.
But could be hours,

could be days.

So...do we arrest him,
as he claims he did it?

I don't think we have a choice.

We will need to take your clothes
as evidence.

I'll bring you something to change
into.

Huh.

Fascinating story of how Gardenia
built up her company from nothing.

When she was 17, the family farm
was destroyed in a hurricane.

No other money coming in,
so she gathered up all the coconuts

that had fallen during the storm

and used them to make her grandma's
home-made moisturising recipe.

And now it sells all over the
Caribbean.

People love her product. I use it.

Yeah, Rosey swears by Fallen Tree.

She's always trying to get me to use
it.

She's not wrong there, Sarge.

The sooner you start moisturising,
the better.

OK, what's that supposed to mean?

Once you hit middle age,

that skin is not going to
keep itself young.

I am not hitting middle age, Marlon,

thank you very much.
Commissioner!

Good evening.
Inspector.

I wanted you to know that a press
release has been issued to the local
news teams,

which may bring some attention your
way.

Understood.
And what of our suspect?

Has he remembered
anything of what happened?

No, not yet, sir.
How do you intend to proceed?

We've arrested him,
which gives us 48 hours

before we have to charge him.

We're going to use that time to work
out exactly what happened,

whether it was, in fact, Emmet
Peterson that killed Mrs Dujon.

There's a chance he didn't?

The fact that he has no motive that
he or the family can think of, sir,
it's odd.

Why would a man suddenly,
out of the blue,

kill his best friend for no reason?

And if he did it, he has no idea
how he got the gun.

Oh, and curiously, there was...this.

A crayon.

I found it on the floor
at the crime scene.

And in what way might a child's
crayon help solve this murder?

Obviously, this is not the only lead
we're pursuing.

Some might say it's hardly a lead at
all, Inspector.

Goodnight, sir.
Goodnight.

Sergeant Hooper, I wondered
if you'd come to any decision

regarding the job offer.

I'm still weighing it up, sir.
Sorry.

Just let me know when you know.
I'll need time to find a
replacement.

I will do, sir. You'll be first to
know.

Catherine!
Two beers, please.

So tell me, how have things been
while I was away with Cammy?

Yeah, you know, all right.

Any developments to report?

Between you and, er...

Oh, no, no, nothing to report,
Catherine.

In fact, I decided we should
probably try and keep a bit of
distance between us.

Although that proved to be a bit
trickier than I thought it would.

And why did you decide to do that?

Florence is a colleague.

More than that, actually.
She's a good friend.

I don't want to spoil that.
The English.

So very good at making excuses.

It's not an excuse.
Isn't it?

I just don't want you to miss your
moment, Neville.

That's all.

Excuse me.

Take care.

Friend of yours?
Oh, he's an old school friend.

Haven't seen him for years.
He's been working abroad.

But...yeah, it was nice to see him.

..even drive them away.

If you're thinking of telling
someone you've known for a while

that you have feelings for them,
then timing is everything.

According to...

..The Love Demon, timing is key
in this venture.

So choose your moment carefully.

Perhaps when you've both had a drink
and are feeling relaxed.

Ideal conditions
require an air of tranquillity.

Alcohol consumption may be key.
Morning, sir!

Er, morning, Florence!
Er, come through.

Just out here. Hi.

Were you talking to yourself?
Just, er, thinking out loud.

Just forming some ideas about the
case.

So postmortem and lab results are
in.

Gardenia Dujon
died from a cardiac arrest

caused by loss of blood.

Yeah. Time of death?

Estimated between half six and half
seven.

"Blood spatter and gunshot residue
found on Mr Peterson's shirt

"are consistent with him having
fired the gun at close range."

I know. I guess that means
he must have done it.

But not one single person can think

of any reason for him to want her
dead.

Until we can find someone who can...

We don't rule out the possibility
he didn't do this.

Yeah.

Yes, sir. So I have dusted the gun

and there is only one clear set of
prints.

Belonging to Mr Peterson.

All right, thanks, JP.
What background have we got so far?

So this is what I dug up
on the three people

that were at the house
the morning of the murder.

We have Emmet Peterson.
Raised by his grandparents

in a rainforest! Quite a childhood,
by the sound of it.

Learned to live off the land
and forage for food.

What about the husband?
Patrick Harborne.

Came to St Marie in his early 20s,
as part of the diplomatic corps.

Met Gardenia, and got married
after six months,

which is way too early, if you ask
me.

I should get that, sir.

And the daughter?

Cassie Harborne, just turned 21.

No current employment.

So we've arrested Cassie a few
times, driving under influence,

possession. Bit of a teenage
tearaway, from memory.

But I know her school counsellor
was across it,

so she might be able to fill us in
on what was going on.

That was Gardenia's driver.
Oh, I thought it was worth Marlon

seeing if he had any insights
on the family.

And? For the last few weeks,

he's been driving Gardenia to meet
this mysterious guy at the
Paradise Bay Hotel.

Said it was quite clandestine, you
know?

Any idea who the guy was?
No, but he did say that

a few days before she was murdered,

he saw her having a blazing row
with her husband.

He accused her of having an affair.

There were these texts on her phone,
that's how I found out.

And do you know who this guy is?
No.

What did the texts say?

Arranging to meet for lunch
and then up in his hotel room.

I mean, it's all so damn seedy.

Did you confront her about this?

Well, she denied it,
insisted I'd got it wrong.

But we've been together 25 years.

I know when she's lying.
Why were you going through

your wife's text messages
in the first place, Mr Harborne?

Well, when you're married to someone
as successful as Deeny,

it can put a certain pressure on
you.

How do you mean?

Well, her whole life
was consumed by Fallen Tree.

And when you're left at home alone
while your wife's out at the office
24/7,

jetting off for meetings,
business dinners,

well, the paranoia creeps in.

We hear you were pretty worked up
when you confronted her

about the affair.

It's JP.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Look, Inspector, I loved
Deeny with all my heart.

The sad truth is I had already
decided to forgive her the betrayal.

I'd have forgiven her anything
if it meant I wouldn't lose her.

Which makes me pathetic.

And needy.

It doesn't make me a killer.

Thanks, JP.
We'll meet you there.

Sir? JP's got an ID on the man
Gardenia was meeting.

Thank you very much.

OK, so the guy's called
Tarone Vincent,

and though he has a St Marie
passport, he actually lives in
Miami.

The receptionist says that he's been
staying here for the last couple of
weeks.

Give a reason for his visit?
Mm-mm.

He's had no visitors
apart from Gardenia,

nor has he done very much apart from
stuff his face and laze by the pool.

Her words, not mine.

Does the hotel know where he is now?

He checked out about an hour ago
to catch a midday boat to Guadalupe

before flying back to Florida.

It's ten to! We'll never get to
the harbour in time.

Sorry, sorry, sorry! Can't stop!
Sorry, sorry, sorry!

Excuse me. I'm looking for this man.
Has he got on the boat yet?

More, more. Even more than
that. He's got to be somewhere.

Don't be stingy now, sweetheart.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, more, more,
more, more, more. Yeah.

All right. Perfect.

Tarone Vincent?

I need you to come to the station
with me. We have to speak with you.

Listen, I got a boat to catch.

I ain't got time to talk to nobody.
But, uh, nice try, Junior.

Sorry, Mr Vincent, but you'll just
have to get a later boat.

Right. I see.

Then, um...

Now, why'd you have to go and do
that, sir?

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Tarone, stop, now!

Let go of the bag.

Oh, I think I'm having a heart
attack.

Well, the fact that Tarone Vincent
legged it as soon as he saw you...

It's pretty suspicious, sir.

He's not going to get very far
without this, though, is he?

Sir? I just spoke to Patrick
Harborne

and he recognised the name Tarone
Vincent.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah. He said Tarone

was Gardenia's assistant,
but from about 15 years ago,

and he only worked for her
for a year or so.

Did she keep in touch with him?
Not that he knew of.

But he couldn't think of any reason
Tarone would get in touch all these
years later.

He doubts they were having an
affair. Tarone was arrogant and
cocky.

Gardenia never really warmed to him.

Whoa.

Oof.

Yeah, that's a lot of money.

And that's even more of a lot of
money.

Must be 40 or 50 grand there.

Is it me or is this starting to look
extremely dodgy?

If anybody knows dodgy, it's me,
and this is big-time dodgy.

What on Earth was going on between
Gardenia Dujon and Tarone Vincent?

Sir? Emmet Peterson
is asking to speak with you.

I found myself dozing off,
and then it came back to me.

What did?

I was going through the garden
that morning on my way to work -

would have been just before seven -
when I heard voices.

Do you know who they were?

I know I heard two voices,

arguing. One was Gardenia.

Someone else was there with her.

So there was potentially a third
person present around the time of
the murder.

I'd say the most likely suspect
is Tarone Vincent, so far.

You should ask the hotel for any
CCTV they have of Gardenia and
Tyrone together.

Good idea. We also need to stop him
making any attempt to leave the
island.

He's got no passport,
but that doesn't mean

he couldn't hire a boat himself and
try and make his escape that way.

Do you want me and Marlon to do some
surveillance on the harbour?

Yeah, sounds like a plan.
You lads get down to the harbour

before it gets too dark.

Probably going to burn the midnight
oil myself, see what I can dig up

on Tarone Vincent.

Oh, Florence.
When I was at the house earlier,

I saw photos of a little boy.

Yes, that would be their son.

Cody, I think he was called.

Was called?
He was knocked down

by a car when he was four.

That's awful.

And according to the school
counsellor,

Cassie never really got over
what happened to her little brother.

Must have been hard for her.

That's why she acted out as a
teenager -

drinking, taking drugs.
Trying to deal with the pain.

So maybe start
by complimenting,

or try something like,
"I never really noticed before,

"but you have a lovely smile."

You know what, Harry?

I've never really noticed before,

but you have a lovely smile.

Sir?

Aah!

Hi, Florence! I wasn't expecting
you.

Mm, yeah, I thought I'd come and
help.

So how are you getting on?

Anything of interest on Tarone
Vincent?

Yes, actually. I've been going
through Gardenia's finances,

and it seems she withdrew $50,000
in cash only five days ago.

Exact same amount
found in Tarone's bag.

Mm-hm.
So she gave him the money.

Yeah, but why? That's the question.

Er... Sir.

This is...

I can explain everything, Florence.

Seriously?

The Online Museum of Crayons?

Yes!

Yes, I've been digging a bit deeper
into that crayon.

Did you know that the average child

wears down 720 crayons by the time
they're ten years old?

That is a lot of colouring-in.

OK.

I'm going to get a beer.

I think you've driven me to drink.

You would not be the first colleague
that's said that to me.

Do you want one, too?

Yeah, sure.

Let's have a lovely, relaxing drink
together.

If you've both got to work through
the night, you're going to need to

keep your energy up.
Thank you, Mrs Hooper.

This is really good of you.

It's only leftovers.

Pepper pot stew, rice

and some green fig salad
should keep you going.

And I've got to say, I'm not going
to miss

this kind of thing
when you start your new job, JP.

Working all hours, not knowing
when I'll see you next.

I was going to tell you, Marlon.

Tonight, actually.
Did I just put my foot in it?

Yes. No, no, no.

It's fine. I assumed you'd take the
job.

You know, opportunities like that
don't come around often.

Congratulations, man. You deserve
it.

We...we talked about it, didn't
we? All night!

And what it came down to is this.

I want to be there for them more,
Marlon,

see my daughters growing up.

And this new job, its hours,
it kind of lets me do that.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

All right, little lady.

OK.

Well, er...

..good for you, man.

Good for you.

Hey.

Thank you. Yeah.

You know, Florence,

your smile...
My smile?

Mmm, yeah, I'd never really noticed
it before, so...

I wasn't smiling.

That's true.
That's...very true.

But I was just thinking
about your smile...

Why were you thinking of my smile?

Your teeth...

Have I got something stuck in them?

No, no, no, no.

I was thinking that your, er,
teeth...

They always look really healthy to
me. I imagine

you take really good care of them.

Do you floss regularly?
Yes, I do.

Thank you for noticing.

Oh.

Everything all right?

Yes. It's...the school friend
I bumped into the other night,

wants to know if I fancied
going for a drink some time.

Oh. Kind of an old-school-friend
reunion drink?

More like a date kind of drink.

Yeah, sure.

And will you?

Go, I mean.
I don't know.

I wasn't expecting it.

But I've been starting to think
that I have to...

..have a life again.

You do.

You deserve to be happy.

Well, we'll see.

But for now, it can wait until
tomorrow.

Florence?

Florence!

Hi. Hi.

Sorry to wake you.

OK.

So I dug up the police attendance
report

for the day Cody was hit by a car.

It was August 3rd, 2006.

That was 15 years ago.

Patrick Harborne said it was
15 years ago

Tyrone Vincent
stopped working for Gardenia.

Exactly.

Now, I checked the island
immigration records and it shows

Tarone Vincent left St Marie
and moved to Florida

three weeks after the accident.
And now he's back.

And Gardenia's giving him $50,000.

But why?

OK, I just done another recce,

and there's no sign of Tarone
Vincent.

I've spoken to a couple of
fishermen. They're going to keep an
eye out for us.

Marlon.

Are you asleep?

Wake up, man!

Oh! Sorry, Sarge.

I must have just dozed off, you
know?

How can you fall asleep
when you're standing up?

What, you never done that before?

Er, no, because I'll fall over.

You just need practice, man.
You just need practice.

Marlon, look. Mm?

There.

What's that guy doing on that boat?

That's him.

Come on.

Tarone Vincent.

Why am I not surprised?
Junior!

Fancy seeing you here.

Aren't you going to be late for
school?

You'll miss registration.

Step off the boat, Mr Vincent.

You're under arrest.

I was blackmailing her, all right?

Over what?
The accident 15 years ago.

Gardenia's son?

I know the truth of what happened.

Which is?

I wasn't working that day.

Realised I left my laptop at her
house,

so I dropped by to pick it up.

Cassie said her mum was outside,
but she wasn't.

Gardenia had gone to the office.

That woman was so obsessed with her
work

that she left her kids all alone.

Cody managed to open a security
gate, went out to look for her.

Gardenia got back
within moments of it happening,

so I was the only one who knew
that she'd not been there.

She was devastated, broken by it.

I said I could lie for her,
if she made it worth my while.

Make her little problem go away.

Don't give me that face, Junior.

So that's why you came back two
weeks ago. To ask for more money.

Things got pretty rough in Miami,

some pretty hefty debts,

so I figured, she bought my silence
the first time around,

maybe she'd do it again.

But I didn't kill her. All right?

Why would I? The woman just gave me
50K.

Where were you between 6:30 and
7:30am the day before yesterday?

At my hotel, having breakfast.

A sweet little waitress served me -

she'll tell you.

I couldn't have killed anybody.

So the truth is,
Tarone Vincent has no motive.

And if he was at the hotel
when Gardenia Dujon was shot,

then he has an alibi as well.

Yeah. Sir,

Sarge, there's something you should
see.

So I've been working through
the CCTV footage

the hotel sent over of Gardenia
and Tarone.

Both times they go to his bedroom to
talk, so there's not much to go on.

But Gardenia's second meeting,
I noticed something.

Gardenia arrives here,

and then...watch.

Just here.

That's Cassie.
She's following her
mother.

Yup. And then Gardenia and Tarone
go to the bedroom...

..and shortly after, Cassie
appears.

And she listens by the door.

So Cassie had found out about
the blackmail.

And the truth of what happened that
day 15 years ago.

When I listened to Mum and Tarone
talking,

I realised, all this time,
she had been lying -

to me, to Dad, to the whole world,

and all just to protect herself
and her stupid company.

I can still remember it.

That morning.

Exactly as it was.

Me and Cody at the dining table.

I had my doll.

He had his colouring-in book.

Content as can be.

Cody was colouring-in?

He was holding that when he walked
out.

When it happened, I went outside
and found it on the ground.

I kept it all this time.

So...why was it beside your mother's
body after she was shot?

Because I gave it to her that
morning...

..when I went to kill her.

I wanted her to know, to...

..remember what happened that day.

I know what happened 15 years ago.

When I realised
what she had done to us, to Cody,

all I could think
was I wanted to hurt her,

so I...

..I got myself that gun.

Except, in that moment...

..staring at her,
seeing the pain inside her...

..I just couldn't do it.

I dropped the gun
and I ran to the house,

and when I got back inside,
I went to see Dad,

to talk to him about it all.

But he was asleep.

And then I heard the gun fire,
and...

..I didn't know what had happened.

So three of our suspects can now be
placed at the time of the shooting.

Cassie can alibi her father
when the gun was fired.

Which means,
if she's telling the truth,

she was also inside the house
when the shot was fired.

As for Tarone Vincent,

he was on the other side of the
island at the Paradise Bay Hotel.

All of which leaves us
with only one suspect.

Who doesn't have an alibi.
Or a motive.

We think it was Gardenia and
Cassie's voices that you heard that
morning.

But you still can't remember
what happened next?

Not straight after that. But...

Go on. What is it?

I can see the gun in my hand.

After it's been fired.

I've shot her.

Gardenia.

I did it, Inspector.

I can see it in my mind.

I killed her.

I told you.

You need to attend the Magistrates'
Court in the morning.

So what is it, some work experience
you're doing here?

I'm a trainee police officer.

Ooh! Trainee officer.

Good for you, Junior.

OK, you need to stop calling me
that, all right?

So Emmet remembers
shooting Gardenia,

but he has no idea why.
But if Emmet remembers doing it,

then we have to charge him.

But why would a man who cared so
deeply about his oldest friend

pick up a gun and kill her?

Sir, the ballistics report came in.

There's no real surprises,

but they found small traces of
dark blue paint around the edge

of the trigger guard.

Not sure where it's come from
or how it got there.

How odd.

All right. Thanks, JP.
Oh, I meant to say.

I heard from the commissioner
about you taking the new job.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir. I
can't believe it.

Two weeks and I'll be out of here.

Sad to see you leaving, but...

Well, we'll miss you.

Yeah.

And there you go, Junior.

I said stop calling me that.

Getting tetchy now, hmm? Reckon
somebody needs an early night,

Junior.
Don't touch me.

Easy now, little man.

Just being friendly. Nothing wrong
with me being friendly, Trainee
Officer...

Get off me! Oh, Junior's got some
fight in him!

Whoa, whoa, hey!

You stay back. Your officer just...
Stay back! No, no, no, no.

I want to form an official
complaint. You calm down, OK?

I want to make an official complaint

right now.
Marlon, wait!

Marlon, stop. Come back!

Marlon!

Mind if I have one of those?
Sure.

I've messed up big time, haven't I?

An official complaint has been made.

And it's gone up to the
commissioner. That's it, isn't it?

I'm out.
Not necessarily.

Come on, Sarge.

I was already on my last chance

and I just went and punched a
suspect.

The only way that can end
is me back in prison.

I'm sorry I let you down.

Hey, man, you...

Marlon, you haven't let me down.

I just... I don't know why you did
it.

It's not like you to get worked up
and angry

because of some lowlife
like Tarone Vincent.

So what's up?

What's going on, Marlon?

I overheard you say you'd be leaving
in two weeks.

And I've never had anybody
look out for me, Sarge...

...you know,
keep an eye on me the way you have.

And this is the first job I ever
had.

And I was finally getting good at
it, because of you.

So I thought there's no point
in me staying

if you're not going to be there.

Marlon.

You're not getting good at it
because of me.

I gave you a few pointers, that's
all.

You were always going to be a good
police officer, with or without me.

You know, I actually started to
think I could make a go of it.

Actually achieve something
with my life.

But then I just went and messed it
all up.

Like I always do.

Morning, sir.

Morning, JP. You're in early.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep very well.
Huh.

What about you?

Same. I thought I'd have
one last look at the evidence

to see if there was something
we were missing.

And?
Not a sausage, JP.

There must be something here
that can help us understand

what happened that morning,
why Emmet shot Gardenia.

I guess all we can do is go with
what the physical evidence

is telling us that Emmet Peterson
fired that gun -

and accept that we may never know
why he did it.

Huh!

Look at this!

It's Gardenia's hand, sir.

Yeah, and then there's this.
Her other hand, sir.

Yeah, isn't it just? But it's the
fingernails that interest me, JP.

Well, not all of them, actually.

Just the thumbnails.
The answer was right there

all along, right on her thumbs.

That's why we couldn't find a motive
for Emmet because there isn't one.

Why would a man suddenly,
out of the blue,

kill his best friend for no reason?

I dropped the gun
and I ran to the house.

JP: The ballistics report came in.

They found small traces of dark blue
paint around the edge of the trigger
guard.

I did it, Inspector.

I've shot her.

You know what happened
the morning of the murder, sir?

Yes, I do, JP.

Yes, I do.

All right, Emmet.
I want us to try something.

Now I think I know what happened
the morning Gardenia was shot,

but I need you to remember.

So I want you to close your eyes
for me.

I want you to go back in your mind
to that morning.

You had breakfast.

And you headed down to the gardens
to work.

I know what really
happened.

NEVILLE: And you remember hearing
voices,

so you came down here,
to this secluded little sanctuary.

It's Cody's.

You saw Gardenia standing there.

That's right Gardenia was stood
there.

She was crying.

And holding something.

Staring at it.

A crayon.

A child's crayon.

And was there anything else?

Something lying on the floor?

The gun!

Gardenia?

It was just sat there,
a few feet in front of her.

Emmet...open your eyes.

Gardenia started saying
she was to blame...

..how she denied it for so long.

It's all my fault, Emmet.

Cody's accident.

She stepped forward.

And I could see that she was
going for the gun.

I could see what she was going to
do, so I grabbed it.

She looked at me like she was
horrified I was trying to stop her.

She said...

I can't live with it any more.

And she put her hand round mine.

Before I could even think,

she pulled at the gun
and pushed the trigger.

I didn't do it!

It was Gardenia.

There were scratches to the blue
varnish on her thumbnails.

The lab found traces of it
on the trigger guard.

They thought it was paint.

We now believe it was blue nail
varnish.

Which scraped off
as Gardenia forced the trigger.

You didn't kill your friend, Emmet.
You tried to save her life.

And, after it happened
right in front of you,

you must have felt incredibly
shaken.

My legs were weak.

I couldn't feel them.

And then it all went black.

When you came round...

..covered in blood, a gun in your
hand,

you had no idea what happened,
due to the amnesia.

You're innocent, Emmet.

Why did she have to go and do it?

It's going to be tough for
them, working through it all.

Yeah, but they have each
other.

Inspector.

DS Cassell.

Well done on solving the case.

But I'm sorry to say
that's not why I'm here.

Is it Marlon?

With an official complaint being
made,

I have no choice but to stand
Trainee Officer Pryce down.

But sir, he'll end up going to
prison.

I mean, surely there's
something else we can do.

He assaulted a suspect.

It's a serious breach of conduct.

My hands are tied.

From here, you will be taken to
court,

where your sentence will be given,
and then on to prison.

Do you understand?

Then come with me.

Wait, sir.

Stop.

This isn't right.

Sergeant Hooper,
I have no choice in the matter.

I know, sir. But...

I mean...

This isn't right because...

..it wasn't Marlon
that punched Tarone Vincent.

It was me.

Wait. JP!
I did it.

I hit Tarone, not Marlon.

I have a witness statement
from Mr Vincent

claiming that it was
Trainee Officer Pryce.

I know, sir, but he's lying.

Why would he do that?
Because he took against Marlon

and he wanted to see him taken down.

Then why didn't Trainee Officer
Pryce deny the allegation?

Because he's trying to protect me.

But it was me that did it, sir.

Isn't that right, Inspector?

JP... I did it.

Just say it, sir.

Say it's true.

Then we'll be able to sort
this whole mess out, won't we, sir?

Yeah, it's true.

JP did it.

He punched Mr Vincent.

And DS Cassell saw it as well.

Didn't you, Sarge?

Yes, that's right, sir.

We all saw it.

You're fully aware that this
misconduct will go on your record,

Sergeant Hooper, and will stay there
for the rest of your time

as a serving police officer?

It won't affect your new job,
but it will affect this one.

Today will be your last day.

You will serve a two-week
suspension.

I understand, sir.

I have one last question.

Is this true?

That you are entirely innocent
in this matter?

Yes, sir.

Then you may return to your duties.

Sergeant Hooper.

A word.

Outside.

Um, sir, look, I know
what you're going to say,

and I'm sorry, because I know
I've broken all kinds of rules here.

But...

..Marlon, sir, he's shaping up to be
a good police officer.

And yes, I know he's a bit rough
around the edges,

but he's finally been given a chance
in life.

And I don't think we should be the
ones taking that away from him.

Actually...

..all I was going to say,
Sergeant Hooper...

..is I've never been more proud of
you.

I don't know about anybody else,

but I could do with a rum.

Make mine a large one, sir.

Well, you lads lock up,
and we'll get the first round in.

Actually, sir, I might leave you
three to it this evening.

Oh, you already have plans?

Oh! Are you going on that date?
Yeah.

I thought it was time to take a
leap.

And if it feels too soon,
I can always just come home.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm really pleased for
you.

Thank you.

Night.
Night.

Sarge.

I don't quite know what to say
about what you did.

Trainee Officer Marlon Pryce
lost for words.

Isn't that a thing?

But thank you, Sarge.

I mean it.

Well, I meant what I said.

Marlon, you can make a real go of
this,

make sergeant yourself one day.

And I know we won't be working
side by side,

but you've got my number.

If you're finding things hard
or need any advice, call me.

Deal?
Deal.

All right.

Oh, and, um, before I forget...

..these are yours now.

Seriously?
You take good care of this thing.

I will, Sarge, don't worry.

All right, man,
let's go and get this drink.

Here's to you, JP.

To your glorious past
as a St Marie police officer,

and your even more glorious future
in your new job.

Yeah, man. To you.

Oh, thank you, guys.
Man, I'm really going to miss you.

Big time. Won't be the same without
you. Cheers.

Cheers.

Oof!
Anyone else fancy another drink?

Yeah, man. I'll get them.

Er, not you, though.

You know, you should have seen him,
Mrs Hooper.

Sarge done himself real proud.

Stuck up for me real good and
proper. I can believe it.

And that's why I married him,
because he's a good man.

Aren't you, Mr Hooper?
Mm-hm.

All right, all right, all right.
That's enough, that's enough.

You only have yourself to blame,
Neville,

with Florence.

I tried, Catherine.

Besides, it's only one date. It's
not like she's marrying the guy.

More excuses.
What do you want me to do?

If you like her, go and tell her!

What, now?
Then when, Neville?

When will you ever find the courage
to do it?

Tonight, there is only one man

who will get to spend the evening
sitting across with Florence,

enjoying her company,

and it's the man who was brave
enough to ask her out.

For once, try being bold.

Just go and tell her you like her.

It's no big deal.

No big deal at all.

Just do it.

Just knock on the door
and say what you want to say.

Sir!

Hi, Florence.

Uh...

..what time was your, er...?

Oh, he's picking me up in 20
minutes.

Right.

Was there something you wanted?

There was, actually.

And what was it?

Well, er...thing is...I had
something I wanted to...to tell you.

What, sir?

Well, what I wanted to say was...