All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - S11E02 (EN)

All right, now I get it, Connor.

The place looks amazing.

We refurbed the clubhouse
about six years ago.

You'll see,
proper classy in there.

Desreta, this is me brother,
Bradley. He's over visiting.

Desreta here is our club president.

Connor giving you the full tour?

I think it's just an excuse
to get me out for a game,

cos he knows he'll beat me.

Well, I hope you'll stay on
for our club social, later.

See how us golfers do things
Caribbean-style.

Right. It is time for me
to royally whoop your ass.

Hiya, love, do you know where the
spare set of clubs is?

Where they always are, Con.

Behind reception.
How many times?

You fancy joining us, Jakey?

No point in owning
a golf course if you don't get

to play any actual golf
now and then.

Go on. Come on. Thanks, Mum.

Wait a minute. You know what?

We need a photo of this.
Great idea.

Right, then. Game on.

So? What's the deal with those two?

They a thing or not?

Your guess is as good as mine.
I tell you, youngsters today.

Raffle tickets.

Must be in the office.

I'll go and get them.
You finish up here.

How dare you?

Trying to tell me how
to live my life?

Who do you think you are?
Huh? Who do you think you are?

I can't believe that you
would do this to me.

Holly. You left your phone.

Oh, thanks, Dee.

You have one new message.

Holly, it's me, Bradley.

Jake, with me.
Something's happened to your uncle.

Bradley? Brad, talk to me.
Call an ambulance.

Now. Brad, Brad.

No... No.

He's dead.

Working late?

Yes, I'm just catching up
on paperwork, so...

Never ends, does it?

And you?

Same. Same.

I should probably...

get back get back to it.
Oh, yeah, yeah, me too.

Sir.

Yeah?

Do you think, maybe...?

Oh, erm...

Commissioner?

Yes...

I see.

Yep, OK, we're on the way, bye.

There's been an incident
at Palm Bay Golf Club.

Very possibly a murder.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

No, after you.

No, age before beauty.

What?

Er, I don't know why I said that.
It's...

It's not what I meant, it's the
wrong phrase. Just, after you...

I got the call from Desreta King.

She's the club's president.
And I'm an honorary member...

Of course you are, sir.

I'll go check in with Ms King.

Evening, Commissioner.

Sergeant. Naomi.

Evening, sir. Sarg. Body's this way.

I've got Marlon keeping
a close eye on our prime suspect.

We have a prime suspect already?

Er, Connor Faircroft,
the victim's brother.

Owns and runs the golf club
with his wife.

It was her and their son
that found the body.

And why is he our prime suspect?

This is Mrs Faircroft's phone.

Holly, it's me, Bradley.
I'm at the first tee.

Sorry, I needed some air.
Let off some steam.

Can we talk?
It's Connor, he's not great,

Connor...
Connor, what are you doing?

Connor is his brother.

Seriously, Connor,
put it down, stop...

Please!

That's pretty damning evidence.
The message was left at six o'clock.

Er, the victim's sister-in-law,
Holly Faircroft,

didn't pick it up until 20 past.

I checked...

and the call was definitely made
from the victim's phone.

Hmm.

It's a deep impact.

I reckon the brother used
a blunt object to hit him with.

There's a club missing
from his golf bag.

The driver, if I'm not mistaken.

You a golfer yourself, then, sir?

Never hit a ball in my life, Naomi.

But I once spent a lost weekend
learning all about the game,

for my pub quiz team.

Oh. That's what you
call dedication.

Ironically, there hasn't been

a question come up on
the subject since.

It's a pretty sheltered spot here.
Still worth checking

the CCTV cameras back at
the clubhouse.

Yeah.
Marlon and I can do that, Sarge.

Yeah, and let's see if we can find
that possible murder weapon,

the missing driver.

Start from the inside
and work our way out.

Commissioner?

I think we need to speak
with Ms King.

There's something she knows about
the victim and his brother.

They were arguing earlier.
Connor and his brother.

Try and tell me how
to live my life!

What time was this?
A few minutes to six.

So just before Bradley was killed.

Holly and me, we were about to
start selling the raffle tickets.

I went to get the book from
the office.

That's when I heard them.

And what were they saying?

Connor was angry.

Said something about not believing
Bradley would do that to him.

He was awful worked up about it.

I didn't want to
say anything to Holly,

in the circumstances,
but I thought you should know.

Thank you, Ms King.

So, the brothers argued.

The victim went to get some air.

Then Connor Faircroft attacked him.

Sir.

I think we've found
the murder weapon.

So, after I searched our
prime suspect,

I saw he had this pair of keys
for a padlock.

And I thought I'd search
his locker, just in case.

Sarge said you were looking
for a driver and, well,

Connor has two of them.

And this one looks like it belongs
to a different set of clubs.

The handle's the same as the ones
from the crime scene, right, sir?

Yes, it is.

And take a look at the clubhead.

Blood.

Not much of it, because it's
obviously been wiped,

but there's definitely traces
of blood on here.

So Connor hid the weapon in his own
set of golf clubs in his locker?

If he didn't have time
to dispose of it,

his only option was to hide it,
in plain sight.

Until he was able
to get rid of it properly.

Except, he didn't bank on Officer
Pryce rumbling him, did he?

So... I guess we have our killer.

Yeah.

Florence, would you talk
to the victim's family?

See what they've got to say.

Sir, I think it's time we had
a talk with our prime suspect.

I don't...

I... I didn't put that club
in my locker. It wasn't me.

Anyone else have a key?

No, they're the only two.

So... who do you think put it there?

I don't know. Look, someone's
setting me up here.

I swear to ya I didn't kill Bradley.

I wouldn't. He's my brother.

Connor, we have a voicemail
message left by Bradley,

which IDs you as the person
attacking him.

Are you saying that
didn't happen?

Yes, that wasn't me!

All right, can you talk me
through today's events

from your point of view? Er...

Brad and me played golf
this afternoon.

Had a good time.

Right, then, game on.

It was the club social
and we had a few drinks.

Bite to eat.

The next thing I hear,

he's been attacked and I'm being
told it was me that did it.

So things were
amicable between you two? Yeah.

Then... what about
the argument you had

with your brother
earlier this evening?

It was nothing.

That's just brother stuff.

We haven't had a lot to do with
each other for a few years.

Longer than that, if I'm honest.

How long?

It's about 16 years
since we've seen each other.

Since me and Hol came out here,
bought the club.

That is a long time. What happened?

I loved him to bits, but we're
different, me and him.

He felt hurt when we upped
and left the UK.

Like I'd abandoned him.

That's what we were arguing over.

Why he's finally come out here.

To see if we can make our peace.

Look, all of this, it's not
something I would kill him over!

Connor, if you're denying this,
and it wasn't you...

are you going to be able
to tell me where you were

at six o'clock this evening,
when the murder took place?

Er, it's all a blur...

Erm, I remember...

I was annoyed that Brad
and me had argued.

I went out for a smoke.
Out the back.

It was six o'clock,

I was having a cigarette.
Definitely.

Hey, team.

So this is the CCTV down
the side of the clubhouse.

Connor appears here
at two minutes to six.

How long was he there?

So, Mr Faircroft has
another cigarette.

And then he goes at...

ten past six.
So he has an alibi.

So, what was the deal with
the voicemail message, then?

I mean, the victim said it was

Connor Faircroft
that attacked him.

And what about the weapon being
found in his locker?

He's the only one
with the keys to it.

But this CCTV doesn't lie.

I know all the evidence says
it was him,

but our prime suspect
was nowhere near

the crime scene when
his brother was murdered.

I was hoping Neville
might be here this evening.

Ah, me too.

He's not been in
for a week or so now.

It's not like him.

He's behaving... differently
at work, too.

Things are... awkward.

He's an Englishman, no?

They excel at being awkward.

Yeah, but I mean...
more awkward than usual.

There's a distance between us.

Ever since we talked about...
You know?

I guess it was a big deal for him.

Telling you how he feels.

He's probably a little bruised.

I know.

Maybe he just needs time.

Until he's feeling himself again.

So what do I do, in the meantime?

I guess, just act like everything's
normal between you both.

Morning, Marlon. Sarge.

You wearing new trainers?

That they are, Sarge.
Bought them last night.

Freedom X1-50s.

Limited edition.

Pretty cool, huh?

Huh.

So... they couldn't have been cheap.

I've got some savings.

Really?

It may surprise you, Sarg,
but, financially,

I'm actually pretty shrewd.

Financially shrewd?

Yeah.

Well, of all the things I never
thought I'd hear you say!

Shrewd!

What's going on here?

I've taken up golf, Florence.

OK.

Yeah, well, I've been thinking
recently, I needed to get a hobby.

So I popped down to The Palm Bay,
picked up some clubs

and got myself a trial membership.

And are you playing
against someone?

No, no. Flying solo.

Just me and my trusty bag
of sticks there.

So maybe you need some company?
I-I could be your caddy.

Erm...

I think I'm... I'm fine on my own,
with this one, Florence.

And... And who knows? I might find
a friend or two out on the links.

We should crack on with the case.

Yeah, we should,
you're right, absolutely.

Excellent idea, DS Cassell.

Holly, it's me, Bradley.
I'm at the first tee.

Sorry, I needed some air.
Let off some steam.

Can we talk? It's Connor.
He's not great.

Connor? Connor, what are you doing?

Seriously, Connor,

put it down.

Stop, please...!

That is number one of three pieces
of evidence that points

to Connor Faircroft being
the prime suspect in

the murder of his brother, Bradley.

Number two, we have a witness who
saw the victim arguing with

the suspect only minutes before
the crime took place.

I can't believe you'd do this to me,
I can't believe it!

And number three, upon a search of
Connor Faircroft's locker,

Marlon discovered what appears to
be the weapon used in the attack.

You're welcome.
So, any further developments?

I heard back from the lab, sir.

Postmortem confirms death was caused
by a blunt-force trauma.

Also, it was definitely Bradley
Fairclough's blood on the golf club

recovered from Connor's locker.

So it's got to be him that did it.

Except, the CCTV footage proves he
wasn't anywhere near his brother

when the crime occurred.

Which leaves us asking one question,
and one question only.

What the flippety-flip is going on?

It's not quite how I would have
phrased it, Marlon,

but close enough.

So...

what the flippety-flip
IS going on?

I checked with the security company
who supply

the CCTV system to the golf club,

and they are adamant it wasn't
tampered or messed with.

Then all I can think is,

maybe Connor Faircroft was right.

What if someone IS trying
to frame him for murder,

and all the evidence we've uncovered
so far is staged in some way?

But... how, sir?

Are you saying someone doctored
the voicemail message?

Maybe.

And how did they get
the weapon into his locker?

He was the only person
who could open it.

We should have that padlock examined
for evidence of it being picked.

I can sort that out for you, sir.

But if someone is trying
to frame Connor for murder,

who is it?

Who murdered the victim, and planted
all the evidence, and why?

I guess we need to look at people

who have intimate knowledge
of Connor. His movements.

Who knew he and Bradley
were having issues?

Yeah, and I suggest we focus
on those closest to him

his wife, Holly, and his son, Jake.

Naomi, see if you can dig up any
background

on the victim and the suspects.

Florence, I suggest we head over to
the hotel

Bradley Faircroft was staying at

see if a search of the room
gives us anything. Hmm, agreed.

OK, let's get to work.

So, why have you got me bagging up
all these golf clubs, anyway?

I thought we already found
the weapon.

Because we don't know
what else the killer touched.

There might be a stray fiber
from his or her clothes.

Or a smear of blood
with a print on it.

As part of my crime scene
forensics module,

I learned that you have
to test everything,

because you don't know what you're
looking for until you find it.

That's actually pretty cool, Sarge.

Merci. C'est tout pour le moment.

That was interesting.

Yeah? The maid who works this area

she said she noticed while
Mr Faircroft was staying here,

a young man hanging
around near his room.

Matches Jake Faircroft exactly.

We should talk to him.

How are you getting on?

I've been going through
the victim's emails.

Six months ago,

seems it was Holly
that reached out to Bradley.

Look, it wasn't the first time
it had happened.

Drinking, gambling

anger issues, too,
by the sounds of it.

"He's just like he was in 2005.
But this time,"

"you're not here to help me."

Connor's behaved like this before.

But why's no-one
mentioned it to us?

It was just after our wedding,

when Connor first started
to lose his way.

The drinking, you mean?

Yeah drugs, as well,
he told me later.

What caused it?

His life had come crashing down
around him, that's what.

How come?

Golf. Ever since Connor
was a young kid,

all he's ever wanted was
to make it as a pro.

His dad taught him and Bradley how
to play, but for Connor...

it became more than just a hobby.

It was his dream?
And he was good.

He won... God knows how many trophies
on the amateur circuit.

But that extra thing
that takes you up a level,

that makes you a pro
Connor didn't have it.

So he went into
self-destruct mode?

Was like being on a
roller-coaster, living with him.

No job. Out all hours.
Coming home a wreck.

I was pregnant for the first time.

But Bradley helped you?

He just sort of sensed that
something was wrong.

He saved us. As a family.

He made Connor realise
that he was destroying

the one good thing that he had.
Got him back on his feet.

Looking to the future again.

Is that when you came out here?

Yeah, we saw an ad online
for Palm Bay.

Felt like a chance to turn
the page. So that's what we did.

So why has it started happening
again? Why is Connor drinking?

Just happens every now and then.

Goes years being fine,

and then suddenly
he falls down again.

Only this time,
it's the worst it's been.

And that's why you needed support?
Hmm-mmm.

Hmm.

So Bradley coming over here
to make peace with Connor,

was just what? A lie?

It was what Brad had to do

if he was going to stand any chance
of helping Connor.

Hol?

What's going on?

Oh, no, it's nothing.

Just... They're just checking
some information, that's all.

Erm, I've answered all your
questions, so... I'll show you out.

Oh.

Well, thanks for your time.

We now know Connor has been acting
erratically recently.

Plus, his wife

and brother have been sneaking
behind his back to try

and deal with his behaviour.

Which, if he'd become aware
of their secret plotting,

might have exacerbated things.

The evidence mounting against him
is undeniable.

First, there's
the voicemail in which

the victim uses Connor's
name during the attack.

Second, the weapon used was
found in Connor's locker

to which only he has
the keys to open it.

Third, we now know Connor had some
issues going on recently,

which might have caused some tension
between him and his brother.

Goes years being fine

and then suddenly
he falls down again.

Hmm, I kind of feel like
there's a fourth thing.

And it was me who should've said it.

Hmm...

got it.

The argument witnessed by Desreta
King shortly before the murder.

I mean...

it really does look like it has
to be him that did it, sir.

Except that
he was seen on CCTV at

the exact same time his brother
was being murdered.

Hey.

Look, er...

I need to get out.

All this is...

It's getting to me.

OK.

Well, wish me luck, Florence.

Luck?

Yes, with the old, you know...

"Fore!"

I see.

Enjoy your golf.

Yes.

Goodnight, Florence. Night.

Er, Marlon, how did you get on

with finding someone to check out
that padlock? Oh, I did it.

No evidence of it being picked
or forced in any way.

Oh, OK. Well, who was
it you got to do it?

Just for the evidence log.

Oh, it's like I said, Sarge.
I did it.

I didn't know you were a locksmith.

I'm not, I... Er...

OK, look, if it had been picked,

there'd be a scratch here,

where the key goes in.

And abrasion on the key-shaft.
But it's clean as.

So...

How come you're such an expert?

Er... I'm just super-talented,
Sarge. I thought you knew that.

All right. Thanks.
Have a good night!

So... you don't know about Marlon?

He joined us on a training scheme
for young offenders.

That's why he knows certain things
like... how to pick a lock.

I see. Right.

Well, good for Marlon.

Been given a second chance
and he's making the most of it.

The boy should be proud of himself.

But the Inspector didn't tell you?

Well, I guess he was planning to
tell me when we do my induction.

You've not had your induction yet?

No, but we've been really busy.

Especially the Inspector.

And, between you and me,

I think he has something playing
on his mind at the moment.

I'll have a word with him about
your induction.

Night, Naomi. Night, Sarge.

Ahh! Commissioner.

I wasn't expecting you.

I'm informed you're here to play
a round of golf, Inspector.

Well, I got a trial membership, sir,
so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Then may I suggest we play together?

There must be plenty of other
members you'd rather play with, sir.

There are. But there's a police
matter I need to discuss with you.

I thought perhaps we could
kill two birds with one stone.

I'd love that. Mm?

Sir, I should probably warn you,

I'm really not the most
experienced golfer. Just FYI.

Not to worry, Inspector.

It's been a while since
I last played, myself.

I'll be a little rusty, as well.

OK.

There is a cross-Caribbean

investigation currently
gaining momentum

that may require
an undercover officer.

Right.

Knowing the specific details
of the case,

I believe DS Cassell
is an ideal fit, but...

I wanted to gauge
your opinion first.

Well, from my own slightly selfish
personal point of view, sir,

I think she'd leave a massive
hole while she wasn't there.

Accepted.

But...

I do think DS Cassell Florence

would relish the challenge,

and would excel at it.

Good. Leave it with me.

Sir.

And in the meantime...

let's play.

OK.

No!

No.

What?

What on Earth do you think
you're doing, Inspector? Sir?

Your stance, your positioning,
is all wrong. Look at yourself!

How am I supposed to stand, sir?

The ball ought to be in line
with your left foot.

Your knees ought to be in line
with your shoulders.

You need... to bring... them
in... more. Ah!

Ah, sir, stop it. That tickles.

You are such a child.

Bring your knees in more.

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

Now...

your arms

need to hang comfortably
in front of you.

Relax, Inspector, please.

I'd be a lot more relaxed,
sir, if you, erm...

weren't doing this.

Thank you.

Now that's better.

Take your shot.

OK.

Oh, dear.

Your turn, sir.

I'll tell you what, Lily.

Bradley had it coming,
I swear to ya.

And I'm not sorry about it.

Not sorry about any of it.

Oh, morning, Florence.

I really think we
need to talk about... us.

Morning, DS Cassell.

Morning, Commissioner.
I didn't realise you were here.

The Inspector called me first thing.

He has some
information that has thrown

the spotlight of this
investigation onto Desreta King.

Yes. So, I was going through
Connor's business

and personal accounts. And...

it seems he was draining money
from the golf club account

to pay for his gambling debts
and drinking binges.

Thing is, he and Holly were already
significantly in the red.

They remortgaged the house
to finance

the redevelopment of
the clubhouse six years ago.

Now, the business is
facing bankruptcy.

Which Ms King is not happy about?

Desreta called an emergency meeting
of the committee two weeks ago.

She was trying to force
the sale of the golf club,

to get rid of Connor.

But he managed to persuade them
to give him another chance.

Now, according to the Commissioner's
sources at the club,

there is no love lost between

Desreta King and Connor.
She hates him.

They say time waits for no man.

Well... that ain't the case here.

Seems there's a lot of men happy to
let the world move on without them,

while they stay stuck
and stranded in the past.

A lot of outdated attitudes?

If you want to be polite about it.

Selwyn you know
what I'm talking about.

I'm not unaware there's
been resistance

from certain quarters of the club
to a female president.

Is that why you couldn't sway
the committee to get rid of Connor?

I don't doubt for
a moment that's what it was.

Connor's charming, you know.

Likes a drink. Cracks a joke.

And the old guard lap it all up.

Must have made you very angry.

What's your point, Inspector?

Well, if Connor goes
to prison for murder,

suddenly all your
problems disappear.

Seriously?!

You're trying to pin it on me now?

Ms King, there is strong evidence

to suggest that someone is trying
to frame Connor Faircroft.

Selwyn, please. You can't think...

It's absurd I'd do that.

There's been a murder.

And to solve it, my team
have to look into every corner.

This club is your life, Desreta

I know you'd do
anything to protect it.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit
it'd be convenient for

Connor to disappear out my life.
But you're wrong, Selwyn.

I wouldn't anything
to protect this club.

Because I damn
well wouldn't kill for it.

Excuse me.

Sir.

We've done a bit more digging
into our suspects,

and got some background info
on Holly Faircroft. Uh-huh.

Yeah, she's from Ilford,

but moved north to
the same town as Connor

and Bradley when she was 16.

Worked at the golf club
they used to go to

first as a barmaid,
then ended up in reception.

I guess that's how her
and Connor met.

And what about Jake?
Anything on him?

Jake Faircroft, attended
St Joseph's up in Port Royal.

Helps his parents at Palm Bay
on a part-time basis.

Nothing much else we
could find on him.

I'll tell you about Jake Faircroft.

Cos there's something you
need to know.

Morning, Jake.

How's the full English?

Yeah. It's all right.

We just spoke with your girlfriend.

Lily...

He's on his way out to you, Naomi.

Copy that, sir. Standing by.

Poor guy doesn't stand a chance.

I got on my X1-50s,

and I'm totally about
to Usain Bolt it.

Er, Marlon, I... erm...

I think you've got
a situation going on down there.

I got this.

Nice try, Mr Faircroft.

Thanks, Naomi.

So, as we were saying, Jake...

Lily told us some of the things
you said to her last night.

When you'd had a bit
too much to drink.

I'm not sorry about any of it.

She said the way you talked,

it felt like you were almost
admitting it was you that did it.

No... no... That... That...
That's not... I didn't.

So, then, why were you seen hanging
around Bradley's hotel room

in the lead-up to his murder? Sorry?

We have a witness that says
they saw you loitering there.

So I... I was hanging
around the hotel...

so I could see for myself.

See what?

Uncle Bradley. And my mum.

I knew they'd been talking for
the last few months.

Mum sounded different
to how she's been the last year.

She sounded happy.

I hated them both for it.

So what did you do?

Nothing. I couldn't bear the thought
of Mum knowing that I knew,

or telling Dad the truth,
so I just kept it to myself.

And then, next thing,
Bradley's dead,

and you lot are saying
my dad did it.

I'm sorry, Mum...

No, no, Jake, darling.
You've done nothing wrong.

It's me.

I'm so sorry for all this.

Why don't you go wait in the car?

You knew, didn't you?
When Bradley flew over,

you knew what would happen between
the pair of you. That's why he came.

Because your affair had
already really started.

Had Bradley always felt
this way about you?

I think he's always cared, yes.

So what was the plan?

There was no plan.

We just wanted to...

We NEEDED to be with each other.
That's why he came here.

And what about your marriage?

Oh, I guess I'd accepted
that, sometimes,

you can't fix what's broken.

This brings us right back to
Connor Faircroft.

If he'd found out about the affair,

which we have no evidence
to prove he did, then...

Everything OK, sir?

She was wrong.

Holly Faircroft was wrong when she
said you can't fix something

that's broken.

What is it?

I...

Could you just pull over for
a second, please, Florence?

Are you all right, sir?

Is it your allergies playing up?

No, no, it's not my
allergies, Florence.

If it was, at least
I might know what to do.

Just pop a couple of antihistamines.

Give a quick squirt up my nostrils
with some anti-nasal spray.

Instead, I feel like I'm...
I'm in freefall.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

It's us, Florence.

It's us you said we
needed to talk about us.

And you were right.

Because we can't go on with
things like this between us.

I thought the best thing to do would
be to put some space between us.

But that just made things even
more awkward.

You've made things quite
uncomfortable, sir.

Oh, I didn't mean to. I just...

I just wanted things to go back

to the way they used to be
between us friends

Because that's all this is.

It's just me getting
confused about my feelings

for someone who is
the most fantastic friend.

And I'd never forgive myself
if I didn't try and fix this.

Because I know I'm the one
who broke it.

But...

Florence, you...

You are...

the best friend I have ever had.

And I don't want to lose that.

So, please please...

can we just go back to
the way things used to be?

Of course. Yeah?
Yeah, I'd like that.

Phew.

Er...

Oh, come on.

OK.

I don't know what that was.

Why are we English
so bad at this sort of stuff, eh?

I don't know.

But that wasn't too bad. No?

Inspector. Hmm?

I think we've got something for you.

Yeah?

So, I had Marlon bag all the golf
clubs and various bits and bobs

found at the crime scene,
and sent to the lab for testing.

We weren't expecting much
back, sir. But...?

We think we've got
a possible second weapon.

Sorry. What?

That was exactly my reaction.
I was like, "Sorry, what...?"

But she's not messing.
Take a look.

So, this is the 5-wood
that was in the cart-bag

found by Bradley Faircroft's body.

And, as you can see, when the lab
examined it with luminol...

Significant traces of blood.

And they tested it. This is
the victim's blood, for sure.

Marlon was right, Naomi
you aren't messing about.

I never mess, sir.

Not when it comes
to solving crimes.

Any fingerprints on this?

Er, they're just looking now.
Let's see what comes back.

So, this 5-wood is...
is the murder weapon?

And the golf club that was
in the locker was put there

what, to misdirect us?

Sir, you know the till receipt

I found in the victim's book
from the hotel? Mm-hm.

I checked the VAT registration
to see which shop,

and it was a locksmith's
Bradley visited

the day before his murder.

I mean, this can't be a coincidence,

when part of the evidence
in this case involves a padlock.

Mm-hm. Er, sir?

Mr Faircroft.

I was wondering if I could
have a word, Inspector?

I wanted to let you know
that Holly's told me

about her and Bradley.

What's been going on between them.

And, well, it doesn't take a genius

to work out what you must be
thinking right now.

And what's that, Mr Faircroft?

That I did it. I mean, it wasn't
looking good for me to start with.

But now, it gives
me motive, doesn't it?

It does if we find out you knew
about the affair.

Which is why I'm here now.

To look you in the eye
and swear on my life

I had no idea that was going on
behind my back.

I didn't know, Inspector.

He didn't do it.

That's great, thanks for your help.

Sir, I spoke with the guy who runs
the locksmith the victim visited.

Strange... No, go on.

The day before he was murdered,
Bradley Faircroft bought

the exact same make of padlock
Connor used on his locker.

Now, why would he do that?

No, they're the only two.
Look, someone is setting me up here.

Unless that was the plan all along.

No evidence of it being picked
or forced in any way.

If that was the case, it turns
everything else upside down.

I'd be lying if I didn't
admit it'd be convenient

for Connor to disappear out my life.

I can't bloody believe you'd do
this to me! I can't believe it!

Right.

Are you saying someone doctored
the voicemail message?

Holly, you left your phone.

Oh, thanks, Dee.

And if that did happen, Florence...

It means we've been looking for
a motive for murder all this time.

When there wasn't one.

Yes!

No, no, wait.

This doesn't explain
the victim's blood we found on

the 5-wood golf club
recovered from the crime scene.

Sir. Sarge.

They found a fingerprint
on the 5-wood.

And...? Who did it belong to?

Ha-ha!
DS Cassell, we have our answer.

Right, come on, let's round up
the suspects, people.

We're right behind you, Inspector.

Er, Marlon, you can't go like that.

Well, the glue is still drying
on my other trainer, so...

Let's see what's in
the lost-property cupboard, yeah?

From the start of this case,

there have been two
significant pieces

of evidence that contradict
each other.

On the one hand, we have
a voicemail message left by

the victim at six o'clock,

which unequivocally points

to Connor Faircroft as his
brother's killer.

Then, on the other hand,

there is the CCTV footage
that shows Mr Faircroft in

an entirely different location,

smoking a cigarette at
the same time as the murder.

A man can't be in two places at
once. So which one do we believe?

Which one do we trust?

Well, the truth is,
when Bradley left that message,

he wasn't being attacked by Connor.

He wasn't being attacked by anyone,
as a matter of fact. He was alone.

And the message was just a very
convincing bit of play-acting.

A voicemail intended

to make you think that something
terrible was happening.

It's me, Bradley.

Connor, what are you doing?
Seriously, Connor...

Because the plan, all along,

was for Bradley to frame
Connor for the attack.

Isn't that right, Holly?

You what?

Hol?

What they on about?

Just before six o'clock that
evening,

Bradley contrived for he and Connor

to be in the clubhouse
office, arguing.

At the same time,

having purposely left
the raffle tickets in the office,

Holly, you made sure Desreta
went to collect them.

Raffle tickets.

Must be in the office.
I'll go and get them.

And in so doing, you ensured that
there was a witness

to the heated exchange
between Connor and Bradley

only minutes before the attack
supposedly took place.

Bradley headed to the first tee

where, as we said, he left
the incriminating message.

Then, shortly after six,

Holly snuck out to the first tee

to proceed with
the boldest part of the plan.

To implicate Connor

and make everyone think
the voicemail message was real,

Bradley needed to look like
he'd been attacked.

And so, with Bradley's
encouragement...

Right, this is it.
..you took a golf club...

Go on, swing.

And you struck him
across the head.

It was just meant to bruise him.

He wasn't meant to be
hurt by it not seriously.

I thought he was all right.
I didn't have time to stay.

I had to go through with
the rest of the plan.

Which involved the final piece of
evidence incriminating Connor.

The weapon being left
in his own locker.

A locker which only
he had access to.

So how did you manage that?

We know from a receipt we found in
Bradley's possessions,

that he bought an identical padlock
to the one Connor used.

We also know that they both played
golf together that afternoon.

So I can only assume that
Bradley switched

Connor's padlock while
he wasn't looking.

Unwittingly, after he showered.

Connor closed that padlock,
assuming it was his own.

So that when you entered

the locker room later
that night, Holly,

you were able to open it using
the keys Bradley gave you,

place the bloodied golf club
inside the locker,

and then lock Connor's
own padlock on it.

Now, combined with the voice message

and Bradley's own testimony
when he regained consciousness,

the weapon in that locker would have
been more than enough

to ensure a GBH charge.

Which is what you wanted
all along. Right?

What do you mean?

Why would you want that, Hol?

Because I wanted to leave you, Con.

To go away with Brad, try and find
some... happiness in my life.

And get me locked up
at the same time?

All the debt you've got us into

it's my responsibility, as well.

I can't just walk away
from that, can I?

Was that the plan all along, then?

To pay it off
while Connor was in prison,

and then move on with
the rest of your life?

Yeah, but that was never going to

happen as long as you were
still around, Con.

We were never going to be straight.

It wasn't enough for you
to destroy yourself.

You had to take me and the business
down, as well, with you, didn't you?

All I wanted was to escape.

To get away from you.

That's why I did it.

He was never meant to die.

I need some space.

All right, Connor?

Er, yeah, yeah, I'll...
I'll be all right.

Just a bit, er...

dazed right now.

Yeah, I understand.

Listen, er...

I know it was you.

Sorry?

We know it was you
that killed Bradley.

You see, there's something
I didn't mention before.

The set of golf clubs that we found
next to the victim's body

well, my very diligent
sergeant checked them all

for traces of blood.

Even though we
already believed we had

the murder weapon in our possession.

See, what if there were two weapons?

The driver used by your wife
to knock Bradley unconscious...

I thought he was all right.
I didn't have time to stay.

And the 5-wood that was
used to murder him.

The one with the
single fingerprint on it.

Your fingerprint.

See, Holly didn't accidentally
kill Bradley

she just knocked him unconscious.
Which was always the plan.

It was you that finished
him off, wasn't it?

Because your own brother was having
an affair with your wife.

The only thing I can't work out is
how and when you discovered

they were having a relationship.

I always knew.

From day one.

Before they even realised.

The way he looked at her.

The way she was around him.

I knew right away it was them that
was supposed to be together.

But I loved her.

I thought, "Get a ring on
her finger. Have a kid."

"It'll sort itself out."

And here we are.

That's why you both kept your
distance these past 16 years.

When I told you
at the police station

that I didn't know they were having
an actual affair, I wasn't lying.

But I knew it was coming.

That's why, after you'd
smoked a cigarette

and worked yourself up into

an agitated state, when you
came across your brother,

lying unconscious, you decided
to stop him from ever having her.

I didn't know what had happened,
when I saw Bradley lying there.

Thought he'd been mugged
or something.

He was hurt but still breathing.

I was going to call an ambulance.

And then... my thoughts cleared,

and I realised what I could do.

Seeing them both...

brought it all back again...

how right he was for her,
and how wrong I was.

And it worked.

Didn't it?

I won, Inspector.

I beat him.

OK, Connor...

Connor Faircroft,
I am arresting you

for the murder of Bradley Faircroft.

Four more beers, si'I vous
plait, Catherine. Oh.

So, Neville's back.
That's a good sign, no?

It's good. Better.
We're going to be fine.

I'm pleased.

Oh.

Commissioner! Yes, sir.
All done and dusted.

Er, OK, yes, of course.

No, no, we'll... We'll be
over there right now.

Here we go.

Er, well, actually, Florence,

the Commissioner wants to have
a word with us now.

So I'm afraid the beer
is going to have to wait.

Did he say what it was about?

Apparently, he'll tell us
when we get there.

See you guys later.

More for us.

Got to love the Commissioner, right?

So...

those trainers.

They were bootleg, weren't they?

What on Earth made you think
that, Sarge?

Marlon...

why'd you not tell me
about having a different past...

for a police officer?

You heard about that?

I'm your Sergeant, Marlon.

I was going to find out.

Just... wanted to know why
you didn't tell me yourself.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

And, if you ask me,

it gives you some skills most
officers would kill to have.

I guess...

I kind of liked working with
somebody that didn't know, for once.

You know treating me like
I'm a proper police officer.

But, Marlon, I only found out about
your criminal record a day ago.

And up until then,
as far as I was concerned,

you WERE a proper police officer.

You might feel like you're
carrying some baggage,

but no-one else can see that.

Though...

doesn't mean there aren't
some kinks we can iron out.

Like where you buy
your footwear from.

Inspector. DS Cassell.

Is everything OK, sir?

Erm, sit down, please.

These are crime scene photos
taken on Jamaica...

of Otis Benjamin.

As you know, he was murdered
on his return there,

after being released as a suspect
from our separate investigation,

here on Saint Marie.

News of Otis Benjamin

found on a beach...

shot dead.

Have they arrested anyone yet?

No. But...

the Jamaican police
has evidence to suggest that

the shooting is connected
to this woman.

Miranda Priestley.

You know her?

She's made a name for herself
across the Caribbean.

But not in a good way.

She's a drug trafficker, right?

Well, she's been linked to a number
of murders and assaults.

But nothing has ever been proven.

Witnesses tend to disappear when
asked to give evidence against her.

Ruthless doesn't
even begin to touch it.

But what has this
to do with us, sir?

The team on Jamaica are looking
for an officer from

an outlying island to go undercover.

There is, erm,

a possible "in"

working with the Priestley family.

You mean... me?

I discussed it
with Inspector Parker,

and we feel you are
more than capable.

We agreed that you are definitely
ready for something like this.

It's just how you feel about being
involved in such a risky operation.

You don't need me to tell you...

you're entering into
a very dangerous world.

So, tell us...

how would you feel about
going undercover, DS Cassell?

Welcome to our family. Welcome!

But we know from the video

that he wasn't stabbed
inside the plane, which means...

The sky is our crime scene?

We need to know what happened
on that plane. It's the only way.

Sir, where are you going?

I'm going to inspect
the crime scene.

Do you think, maybe, this place,
what happened here,

that's what's stopping you?

I really want this job.
Sooner or later,

you are going to have to deal
with what's holding you back.

Are you actually going
to do a skydive, sir?

Look, if the crime scene's
in mid-air,

someone's going to have to
go and inspect it.