All language subtitles for Death In Paradise s12e06.eng

Oh, there we go,
paradise island, guys.

Me and my wife Rose moved
out here five years ago.

Best decision we ever made.

Beautiful restaurants down here.

Recommend this one for seafood.

You are going to love it here.

Hey.

Here we are, lovely.

Right, let's get you on to dry land.

That photo was taken of me and the
missus the day we got the boat.

New job, new life.

Haven't looked back since.

Thanks for using Jake's
Taxi Boat service today.

Yes, madam, thank you, sir.

Thank you so much.
This is for you. OK.

Ah. Thanks. Paradise, eh?

OK, have a lovely day, thank you.

Ciao.

Morning.

All right? Yeah, no worries.

I'm going to grab some breakfast
and I'll pick you up at 11.

All right.

Rose, I'm back.

Hey, love, there's some chopped
mango and yoghurt in the fridge,

I'm going to go get dressed. Wow.

So, I don't even get a quick kiss?

That's your lot, or I'll be
late for work.

Right, brekkie time.

I just think it's really
bad behaviour.

And I, for one, blame the parents.

She was only five years old, sir,
and she did say she was sorry.

Next time the commissioner asks me
to give a talk at the local

primary school, I'm telling him no.

I mean, look at it.

One of my favourite ties
that was!

Well...

..I guess you could sew
it back together.

There should be a law against
children that young having scissors.

Afternoon, Inspector.

Afternoon, Darlene,
did we miss anything?

Honore has been as quiet
as a mouse.

Here's your mail.

Thanks.

So what's the story with his tie?

Er, the less said, the better.

Darlene?

Sir? This definitely came
with the post, right?

Yeah, with the rest
of the mail, why?

"A murder will be committed today."

That can't be for real,
though, do you think?

I don't know.

I suppose it could be some sort
of prank?

Well that's some dark
sense of humour.

But nobody's reported anything
today, have they?

There's not been a peep
all morning.

Yeah, but today is not over yet,
is it?

Sir, we've got a male late 20s,
early 30s.

Paramedics reckon a blunt force
trauma to the rear of his head

was the cause of death.

Who discovered the body?

A tourist boat coming in from a reef
spotted the victim's body about

half a mile from shore.

And they were able to give
us the coordinates?

They did.

But nothing in his pockets
to identify him?

Only his phone, but it
has water damage.

We'll have to get the pathologist
to confirm, but it doesn't look

like he was in the water too long.

OK, so a few of the fishermen
recognise the deceased.

His name is Jake Dalton.

How come they know him?

He ran a water taxi service
from his home in Anna Bay.

He has a boat?

Could have been an accident.

Could have slipped, hit his head,
fallen overboard.

It's possible, but there was no boat
in sight where the body was found.

Also, the victim has a wife.

Her name is Rose.

I managed to get hold of her number,
so I'm going to make the call.

OK.

Poor woman.

Thank you, sir.

I know this must be hard for you,
Mrs Dalton, but could you talk us

through your husband's movements
this morning?

He had the same routine most days.

Left for work early.

Came back here for some breakfast
at 9:00.

Rose, I'm back.
Hey, love.

He was still here when I left
for work at quarter past.

And you didn't come back after that?

Not until I got your call.

I was at a client's house
all morning.

And what is it that you do?

I work for a cleaning company.

We service a few properties
on the island.

And do you know what your husband
did after you left this morning?

He mentioned he had a customer
up in Park Royal at 11:00,

but I don't know if he took
the job or not.

SNIFFING

Something the matter?

Eh, oh, no, nothing.

I'm sorry, do you mind if I quickly
use your bathroom?

It's through there. Thanks.

So sorry again for your loss.

Goodness, Inspector, what on earth
are you doing?

Bleach, Darlene.

This floor has recently
been cleaned with bleach.

I could smell it from the
living room.

Really? All the way from back there?

I have always had very efficient
olfactory receptance.

If you say so, honey.

So the victim's boat is still moored
here, down at the jetty,

round the back of the house.

Well, that puts paid to the idea
that he banged his head

and fell overboard.
So, what then?

You think the body was dumped
out there?

Look, the thing is, Inspector,
the neighbour said that he heard

the victim and his wife having
a pretty big row this morning,

not long after 9:00am.

But he said it sounded pretty
fierce, loud shouting.

Just trust me, OK?

And it wasn't the first time.

There's been quite a few like it
over the last couple of months.

We need to do due
diligence, Darlene.

Let's test this floor for traces
of blood.

You know, Inspector, it suits you
not wearing a tie.

Oh! It makes you look
less uptight.

Oh, thanks...

..I think.

Ah.

Now, would you look at that?

We just found our crime scene.

Yeah, all right, I don't deny
me and Jake

had an argument this morning, but...

..married couples argue.

It wasn't about anything serious.

It wasn't the first time,
though, was it?

Oh, my neighbour, he can't keep
his nose out.

It's nothing to do with him.

So what were you arguing about?

Just life stuff.

It's been hard lately.

Jake's business hasn't been making
as much money as we'd hoped,

and I've been working extra hours.

We can't afford to go out, so all we
see is each other day and night.

But none of this means
that I would kill him.

Look, I told you, when I left
the house this morning,

Jake was still alive.

And you've no idea who could
have done this?

Killed your husband and dumped
his body at sea?

No.

You sure about that, Mrs Dalton?

Yeah.

Absolutely sure.

OK, well, this house is now a crime
scene, so I'm afraid you're

going to have to find somewhere else
to stay for the night.

And as your husband's death
is being treated as suspicious,

we're going to need you to stay
on the island. Understood?

Yeah.

She's edgy, anxious.

I agree, there's something she's
not telling us.

Hmm.

Darlene, we're going to need
a thorough search of the house,

please, and can you check Jake's
boat for any signs of blood?

OK. Why don't I stay and help
her, sir?

I mean, the quicker we figure out
what's gone on here, the better.

I'm going to talk
to the commissioner.

The commissioner?

Well, this is the only murder
I've investigated where I've been

sent a letter announcing it first.

We've sent the originals
to the lab for testing.

There are three possible
explanations as to why

that letter was sent to you.

The first, as a practical joke.

Poor taste, no doubt, but it is
possible someone just wanted to

tease the local police force.

Hell of a coincidence that
the day they send it,

a murder actually takes
place, though?

The second explanation,
whoever wrote it knew

of Jake Dalton's impending fate and
wanted to avoid his death

by notifying the police.

But if that were the case, surely
they would include more details,

a place, a time, even just a name,
would have helped?

It's too vague for us to have done
anything about it.

Which leaves us with one
remaining option.

The killer sent it as some
sort of taunt.

It was addressed
to you specifically.

I did wonder if it might
be connected

to what happened at the shack.

The break in, you mean?

Oh, my God.

What on earth?

Yeah, we still don't know who
did it, or why.

Nothing was taken.

Could be linked?

Have there been any other
occurrences since?

No.

But if they were trying to play
some sort of game,

toy with me...

..how does Jake Dalton factor
into it?

They found Jake's body.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

We just have to keep quiet, Rose.

That's all we can do right now.

Hey, I'm home.

Hey, I'm out here.

How was your day?

Oh, you know, fine.

Nothing special to report.

How was yours?

Yeah, same. Just had a video
call with work.

Boss was so jealous of the view
and she met Harry.

Totally fell in love with him.

Where's your tie?

Oh, the talk I did at the school -
there was a little girl said

she could do magic tricks.

She couldn't.

I'll get you a beer!

Thanks.

HE EXHALES

So I was thinking we could invite
your team over for dinner one night.

What do you think?

Yeah, sure, why not?

Well, it's just, I hardly know them
and they are your friends.

Plus, it'd be nice to host
a dinner party together...

Wouldn't it?

We should definitely do it.

So you'll speak to them?

I will speak to them, promise.

Oh, Darlene, good morning.

Oh, you're late.

I most certainly am not,
it is bang on 8:30.

I'm just messing with you.

It's a little welcome back
joke to start the day.

And what a beautiful day it is.

Well, you're in better spirits
than I was expecting.

You feeling better about
your exam results?

You know, a few days off work and I
tell you, I'm feeling tippity top.

I'm putting the past behind me,
and I'm focusing on looking forward.

The future is calling to
me, Darlene.

And you know what it's saying?

What?

It's saying, "Marlon,
you're welcome here."

Come on inside, come.

Officer Pryce, have you
been drinking?

I'm just drunk on life, Darlene.

Drunk on life.

Morning, sir.

Oh, Marlon, welcome back.

Happy to be back, Inspector.

Sarge.

So the postmortem is in, and
it confirms that Jake Dalton

was killed by a single blow
to the head with a heavy object.

And we think we know what it was.

When Darlene and I finished
processing the bedroom last night,

we found significant traces
of blood on this paperweight.

I sent it to the pathologist,
and he's going to confirm

whether it's a match for the wound.

We also checked Jake Dalton's boat
and found further traces of blood.

So that's definitely how the killer
disposed of the body at sea.

Used the victim's own boat.

And is the wife a suspect, sir?

Well, she's definitely hiding
something, but according

to the postmortem, time of death
is somewhere between

10:00 and 11:00 yesterday morning.

And Rose Dalton claims that she
was working at that time.

She says the client whose house
she was cleaning can confirm

she was there from 9:30, but we need
to verify that alibi.

Mm-hm. Also, there's this...

Yeah, I saw the letter, sir.

Whoa! Right?

Well, seriously, I mean, whoa!

Yeah, eloquently put, Marlon.

What I'm struggling with is if Rose
Dalton did kill her husband,

why the hell would she send a letter
saying she was going to do it?

It just, it doesn't fit,
it doesn't make sense.

OK, so what do we do, sir?

Well, let's start with what
we do know.

Jake Dalton's body was
discovered here.

Now, the winds were low yesterday,
and the currents were minimal,

so it won't have drifted far
from where it was initially dumped.

That means the killer
must have travelled

from here, this jetty,
to somewhere in this area.

Can you both hit the harbours
and marinas and see if anyone

was in this stretch of water
yesterday morning? If they were,

they might have seen
who was driving Jake's boat.

There's a lot of people
that own boats on this island, sir.

I mean, that's going to be
a fair bit of asking around.

No, Darlene, that's just
being defeatist.

You're better than that.

We will do whatever it takes,
Inspector.

Don't worry.

Um...right.

OK. Thanks, Marlon.

While they're doing that, we need
to check Rose Dalton's alibi.

Yep.

DOORBELL

DOORBELL

I don't think he's in, sir.

No. Excuse me.

Can I help at all?

Mr Cartwright?

That's me.

Detective Inspector Neville Parker.

This is Detective Sergeant Thomas.

Nothing wrong, I hope.

We just wanted to ask you a couple
of questions about Rose Dalton.

My cleaner?

Perhaps we could go inside?

Yeah, sure.

Is she all right?

Rose, I mean.

We'll explain once we're inside.

What's this all about, then?

Mrs Dalton's husband
was found murdered yesterday.

Oh, God, that's just awful.

Poor Rose.
She must be heartbroken.

Did you know Mr Dalton at all?

Not really. I'd occasionally see him

when he came to pick Rose up
after work, but we never met.

Oh, they seemed so happy together.

What makes you say that?

Just how they were,
affectionate with each other.

We need to rule Mrs Dalton out
as a suspect.

She claims she was here yesterday
morning between 10 and 11.

Is that right?

Same time every week.
She got here about 9:30, I think.

Left about one.
And she was here the whole time?

You're sure about that?
Positive. She was here all morning.

I mean, you can't seriously
be thinking

Rose had something to do with this,
do you?

We're just covering our bases,
Mr Cartwright.

Why don't I give you
my phone number?

If you need to get in touch
about anything...

That would be great. Thank you.

Thank you.

So if Rose Dalton is not
our killer, then who is?

I mean, we're not exactly drowning
in suspects at the moment.

Sir?

This envelope.

It's the same kind as the one
I received in the post yesterday,

containing the letter.
Everyone has envelopes, sir.

Does everyone have
cream-coloured envelopes? Er...

It's just an envelope.
Could be anyone's, I guess.

Inspector?

Yes?

I'm sorry.
I'm not sure that I should...

It's just, er...

Go on.

I saw this.

That's not Rose's husband.

I mean, it obviously must be,

but that's not the man I've seen
with Rose these past few months.

Are you sure it's not
the same person? Positive.

And this other man,

he and Mrs Dalton were affectionate
with each other, you said?

They looked like a couple.

His name is Henry Baptiste.

He's a teacher at the Adult
Education Centre in Honore.

That's where we first met.

Were you working there or studying?

I started a course there
about six months ago now.

It was something
to get me out of the house.

I'd just got so bored of us arguing.

So was Mr Baptiste your tutor?
One evening after class,

we all went for a drink,
and Henry came too.

We got chatting, and...it became
more of a regular thing,

me and him going for a drink
after class. Just us.

And after a while, it became
more than just a drink.

And the affair's been carrying on
ever since?

I can see how this looks to you.
And nothing that's happened,

me and Henry, it doesn't mean
I'd want Jake dead,

that I'd kill him.
Yes, Mrs Dalton.

But in the last 24 hours,
since Jake's body was found,

you've lied to us
and changed your story twice.

It doesn't look good. I know.
I'm sorry.

But the one thing I never lied about
is that I didn't kill my husband.

We'll be in touch.

It's the first time she seems like
she's actually being honest.

Yeah.

But now we have a secret lover,
Henry Baptiste.

Let's see what we can find out about
him. I'll do some background, sir.

PHONE ALERT

"A murder will be committed today."

Why let me know that?

Why me?

Sir.

We've got the results from the lab
on the letter and envelope.

And? No prints, no DNA,

absolutely nothing they could find
to trace this back to the sender.

I guess whoever sent it
was very careful about it. Yeah.

They knew exactly
what they were doing.

OK, sir. We have been to
Honore harbour, Port Royal harbour,

the marina down near Sunny Bay,
and the marina up at St Lacroix.

We spoke to fishermen, boatmen,
jet skiers.

And I'm afraid, sir,
not one of them could help us.

No-one was out near where
the victim's body was found

yesterday morning. Well, at least
you gave it a good go. Thanks.

However...!

There's a however?
There is always a however

when Marlon is on your team, sir.

So, I put out a call

to one of my old associates,
Alphonse.

He used to poach turtle eggs
back in the day.

You know that's really illegal,
right?

I said, used to, sir.
He gave up poaching.

Alphonse is a changed man now.

Also, the environmental department
installed cameras to monitor

the turtles nesting across
this stretch of beach here.

That's right along the route
the killer dumped Jake's body.

Exactly.

I've arranged for us to have access
to the footage tomorrow morning.

Ah-ah! Get you!

That's some good thinking.
Yeah. Very well done, Marlon.

Yeah, well, you know,
it's just what I do.

Good evening, everyone!
Hey, Catherine.

I hope you don't mind me
interrupting,

but I just stopped by
to give you this.

Spicy creole fish stew?

Why are you giving me a recipe?

For Sophie!

She wanted to cook something local.

For the dinner party tomorrow?
Oh! You're having

a dinner party, sir? Yes.
Yeah, and you're all invited.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I can't wait. I was supposed to
invite you earlier, but I...

With the case and everything,
I totally forgot.

Can you make it?

Of course I can, sir.
It sounds fun.

Marlon? What? Free food?
Try stopping me.

Well, I shall look forward
to seeing you all there. Great.

Oh! Catherine! Catherine...

Um...exactly how spicy
is this spicy fish stew?

Very!

I knew you were going to say that.

Bye!
THEY LAUGH

Bye, Catherine!
HE EXHALES

So, what exactly went on
while you were on leave?

Wasn't expecting you to come back
so upbeat after...

..you know, what happened.

SIGHS

I, um, I went to visit JP,

you know, my old boss. Mentor.

I went to spend a few days
with him and his family.

Sounds like a good call.
What did he have to say about it?

That I wasn't ready
to be a sergeant.

But he has no doubts
that one day I will be, soon.

In the meantime, just focus
on being the best police officer

that I can be.

It sort of made sense, actually.
Which is pretty much

what the commissioner
said to you in the start.

Yeah, I guess.

Do you think you maybe owe him
an apology?

I was kind of hoping
it wouldn't need saying, you know?

He's going to have me
for breakfast, isn't he?

Yeah.

Night!

Morning, Commissioner.
Inspector.

TAPS BENCH

NEVILLE SIGHS

I thought I'd check in with you
regarding Jake Dalton's murder.

We've got a few potential leads,
but nothing definitive.

Mm-hm. And the letter?

Have you made any more sense
of that?

Not really, sir.

Less sense, if anything.

Mm. There is one thing, actually,
while I've got you here.

I wondered
if you'd ever come across

David Cartwright.

Lives on Saint Marie.
He's loosely connected

with the victim's wife.
She cleans for him.

Should I have? Well...

..it's just that he was
a criminologist back in the UK.

Very respected in his field.

Helped out the Met
with a few high-profile cases

before he stepped back
from it all a couple of years ago.

He actually had this book published
in the early 2000s.

I only found out
when I looked him up.

I just... I just find it odd
that he didn't mention

any of this, himself, you know?

So are you suggesting we seek
his advice on this case? No!

No, no, I'm saying...

I don't really know what I'm saying,
to be honest, it just...

It just doesn't sit right with me,
that's all.

I couldn't really tell you why.

Go with your instincts, Inspector.

But...I don't think
you needed me to tell you that.

Thank you, sir.

PHONE RINGS

Morning, Naomi. Everything OK?

OK. I'm on my way.

Darlene and I spoke to a couple
of Rose's classmates at the college.

Turns out everyone knew what
was going on with her and Henry.

And apparently he was getting
impatient, wanted her to leave Jake.

Hated the fact that she still had
feelings for Jake.

So Henry was jealous.

So, this beach is rigged
for surveillance.

It's got motion-sensing cameras
on the ground over there.

They're dotted all along
the coastline.

That security camera
is used to deter poaching.

And the good news is, sir,
it's rolling 24/7.

Hmm.

We've gone through the footage, sir.

This was taken between 10am and 1pm
on the day of the murder.

Fortunately for us, whoever
was disposing of Jake's body

came close enough to the shoreline
to be caught on camera.

What time was this?
Just gone 12.

Oh, so it fits with our timeline.
Fits perfectly.

And sir, it's Jake Dalton's boat.

Sir.

That's Henry Baptiste.

I didn't kill him. I swear.

It's... It's really not
how it looks.

We've heard you were getting
frustrated with Rose

because she wouldn't leave Jake
for you.

Who told you that?

Because she still loved him.

No.

No. The man was a loser.

Earned nothing
from that boat of his.

Gambled away any money he made.

She deserved better than him.

And I could give her that -
a better life.

And with Jake dead,
you'd get exactly that.

Exactly what you want.

Look, I didn't kill him, OK?

But...I was there that morning.

I went to their home.

I was worried.
Worried about what?

I got a message from Rose

saying that she and Jake had
had a massive row.

She sounded so...

..intense.

ROSE: It's me.

I've done it.

I've ended it, once and for all.

I'm not sorry.

I didn't know what she'd done.

And that's what led you
to their house?

I went to check,
make sure she was OK.

But when I arrived,

Rose wasn't there, and...

And Jake was already dead.

I saw a paperweight
lying on the floor,

and there was blood.

And I thought...

..what has she done?

So what did you do?

I can't explain it.

I've never done anything bad
in my life.

But I just wanted to help her.

Protect her. So...

..I moved the body.

Outside, and into the boat.

So you took the boat out,
disposed of the body,

and came back
and cleaned the place up?

But there's something else
you need to know.

And I need you to believe me.

I got it wrong.
I got it all wrong.

Got what wrong?
It wasn't Rose who killed Jake.

I went to see her at work
that same day,

and when I told her what I'd done...

It really wasn't you?

..I could see in her eyes
she was shocked, shaken.

On both our lives,
she didn't do it.

This way, please.

CELL LOCKS

ROSE: Henry? It's me.

I've done it.

I've ended it, once and for all.

And I'm not sorry.

We need to talk to Rose ourselves.

Find out what she claims
happened that morning.

Thank you.

Inspector. Yeah.

That was David Cartwright
on the phone.

He wondered if he could
have a meeting with you.

What did HE want?

Said he wanted to talk to you again
about Rose Dalton's alibi.

Said it was important.

OK, well, why don't I go
and speak with him

and you go talk to Rose? Sure.

NEVILLE: You wanted to see me?

Yes. Please come through.

I'm so sorry to be troubling you
like this, Inspector.

I appreciate how busy you must be,
especially with a murder to solve.

It's fine. How can I help?

I've, er, been a little remiss

in what I told you
and your colleague.

In what way?

I said that Rose was here
all of yesterday morning.

But if I'm being honest, I can't
100% say that that's the case.

You mean she left the premises?
I don't think so,

but I can't wholly be sure.

Between 10 and 11,
I was on a video conference call

and I assumed
she was still here cleaning.

But... You didn't actually
have eyes on her? No.

I can only think the best
of Rose, and I...

I wrongly put that ahead of
giving you the honest facts.

I still refuse to believe

that she'd be capable
of something like this.

Killing her own husband.

It makes no sense at all.

Well, I guess you would know.

Right?

This is your area of expertise,
isn't it?

Ah.

Someone's been busy Googling.

I was hoping I could keep that
to myself.

Yes, I have to say, I did find it
a little odd you didn't mention it.

Well, there was no offence intended.
It didn't seem relevant, really.

It's not like I can consult
on a case like this,

not with me being involved in it.

Involved in it? You know,
providing an alibi for Rose.

Or not, as it turns out.

Anyway, I don't consult
on active cases any more.

I've stepped back from all that.

It's why I moved out here
a couple of years ago.

I needed a change of perspective.

Right.

Well, look, I won't take up
any more of your time.

And apologies again for not
being straight up about Rose.

It's fine.

Really. I'm sure we can still
get to the bottom of it all.

Let's hope so, eh?

What is your game, Mr Cartwright?

Oh! Oh! Oh, sorry, sir.

I was just heading off to get ready.

Get ready?

For your dinner party, remember?

Yeah, of course.

You go.
How'd it go with David Cartwright?

Well, it seems he can no longer
alibi Rose Dalton

for the time of the murder.
That's strange. Yeah.

It's a bit of a U-turn.
You would think he'd know better,

having worked on cases himself.

You would.

Hmm. Well, Rose Dalton admitted
she told Jake she was leaving him

the morning he was murdered.

That's why she left that voicemail.

You've taken it all, Jake.

She discovered he'd helped himself
to her savings,

blew it all in a poker game.
Look, I'll get it back, all right?

I'm going to get it back.
You promised!

That's what the argument was about.

But she still insists
she didn't kill him.

I'm not sure she did.

Really?

So who do you think did it?

Let me get back to you on that one.

I'm still processing.

I'll see you at dinner.

No prints, no DNA,

absolutely nothing they could find
to trace this back to the sender.

They knew exactly
what they were doing.

He was a criminologist
back in the UK,

helped out the Met with
a number of high-profile cases.

He'd know exactly what he was doing.

Thank you.

Oh! Commissioner.

Good evening, sir.
It's a pleasure to see you.

How are you keeping yourself
these days?

Good evening, Officer Pryce.

And...this is for you, sir.

It's vintage. The second
most expensive rum on the menu.

The one above was a touch
out of my price range.

So, here we are.

Just me and the big man himself.

Do get on with it, Marlon.

Right. Um...

..I've invited you here because
there's something I want to say.

Something I need to say.
You're sorry.

Good. So you should be.

Glad to see you've seen the error
of your ways.

That was much easier
than I expected. However...

I knew that was coming.

..the growing trust I had in you
as an officer has been damaged,

and it's going to take more than
a glass of vintage rum to repair it.

You don't trust me any more, sir?

When you revert to the kind of
cocky teenage arrogance

you displayed
when you first joined us,

it feels as if
we are going backwards.

Not forwards.

A good police officer
needs to be consistent

in their performance,
and dependable.

After three years, I'm sorry to say,

you still seem to be lacking
both those qualities.

Good evening, Officer Pryce.

Wait, Commissioner.

You're right.

You're right.
And I really, really am sorry, sir,

but I am going to do everything
I can to earn your trust back.

You'll see.

Hmm.

SIGHS

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING

Hey.

Evening.

Did he have you for breakfast?

And lunch and dinner as well.

Are you OK? Yeah.

I reckon I will be.

Here.

You need it more than me.

OK? Yeah.

Is everyone all right for drinks?

Mm-hm. Yes, thanks. All good.

Right, well, just help yourselves.

Food's nearly ready.

Just...

..waiting for Neville to arrive.

Oh, why don't I phone and chase him?

Well, I have text him.

He just hasn't got back.
Oh, leave it with me.

LINE RINGING

PHONE RINGING

NEVILLE: No, no.
I know Professor Cartwright

doesn't work there any more.
I'm just trying to reach out

to one of his ex-colleagues,
a Professor Karen Wilson.

Yes, I know. I understand it's late.
I'm sorry.

Just please pass her my number.

Thank you. Bye.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Knock, knock.

Mr Cartwright.
Oh, David, please.

I brought you this.

Must have fallen out of your pocket
at my house. Oh!

Well, I'm sorry you had to come
all the way over here.

Oh, no problem at all.
I was passing.

Well, I hope that doesn't mean
I'm a suspect now, Inspector.

CHUCKLES

No comment.

Actually, maybe there's something
you should take a look at,

since you're here.
Might interest you.

We received this in the mail
on the day Jake Dalton was killed.

"A murder will be committed today."

Not unprecedented.
There is a history of murderers

who make themselves known
to the police. Mm.

What kind of person would send
such a thing, do you think?

As I already told you, I don't
consult on cases any more.

Mmm. But tell me what you think.

Oh, I reckon the killer would be,
er...

..intelligent.

Forensically aware.

Probably enjoys being in control.

Dominant. Hmm. Not bad.

Problem, of course, Mr Cartwright,

is the only person
on my incident board

who fits that profile is, er...

Well, it's you.

THEY LAUGH

Yes, I can see that.

But I hate to have to point it out -
I have an alibi.

I was at home.

Ah, yes.
The video conference call.

Well, it was more of an online Q&A
with some students.

Might interest you, actually.
I'll send you a link.

Thank you.

You look a little tired, Inspector.
Are you coping all right?

Why wouldn't I be?

Well, case like this,
receiving a letter like that,

it can take its toll.
Mentally, emotionally.

I'm fine, thanks.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.
I can see you have...

..lots to be getting on with.

Oh, I meant to say,
there's some missed calls.

I think someone's trying
to get hold of you.

Oh, no. I'm in so much trouble.

LINE RINGING

Hey, Sophie, I'm so sorry.
I got held up at work.

Is everyone still there?

OK, I'm leaving now.
OK, bye.

I'm just curious,
Professor Cartwright.

What first drew you
to a career in criminology?

As with so many things in life,
there was no single defining moment.

I suppose from a young age,
I was fascinated with why people

choose to do bad things.

Is that him?

I know he did it, Soph. I know it.

But every corner I turn, it's like
there's a trap laid for me.

Look at this alibi.
It's perfect.

He's live online at the exact time
of the murder. Hey!

Hey.

I'm worried he's getting to you.

I've never seen you like this
before.

I'm sorry.

PHONE RINGS

NEVILLE SIGHS

DI Parker.

Professor Wilson! Yes.
Yes, I did leave a message for you.

Thank you so much
for calling me back. Um...

Yeah, look, I just wondered
if I could maybe ask you

a couple of questions
about an ex-colleague of yours.

Mr Baptiste has been taken
to the courthouse

and will be released on bail.
Thanks, Darlene.

So this guy is a suspect now?

Yep.

Makes sense, right?

Got two suspects here,
both up to their necks

in means, motives and opportunities.
But no, the inspector thinks

it must be the respected
criminologist that did it.

I know what it looks like.

And I understand your doubts.
Both Rose Dalton and Henry Baptiste

had good reason
to want Jake Dalton dead,

and their alibis are weak. But...

..what they didn't have good reason
for was to send me a letter first,

announcing their intent to murder.

Whoever wrote that letter
wanted to play a game

with us. And from the moment
David Cartwright crossed our path,

he has continued to tease
and toy with us,

dropping hints and clues

and at the same time obfuscating
and misdirecting us.

She got here about 9:30, I think.

But if I'm being honest,

I can't 100% say that
that's the case.

Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs that
could only lead to one conclusion.

Only person on my incident board
who fits that profile is...

Well, it's you.

He murdered Jake Dalton.
But, Inspector,

you're saying that he wants us
to know that he did it?

Mm-hm.
That's crazy, sir.

Why would he want to get caught?

Oh, he doesn't want to be caught.

He doesn't believe
he will get caught.

That's why he's doing all this,
relishing every moment,

because he so profoundly believes
that we will not catch him.

But why Jake Dalton?
I don't understand.

What's the point in killing him?
He's never even met the man.

We never met.

He has no motive to kill him.

There is no motive.
That's the point.

He has no reason to kill
a total stranger.

It's just murder for murder's sake.

DARLENE SCOFFS
So you're saying that he murdered

another human being just for kicks?

Yep. Because he wanted to prove
that he could.

To who?

Well, I think
the answer to that

lies in David Cartwright's past,
before he came to Saint Marie.

I spoke with an ex-colleague
of his and asked why he gave up

his professorship, why he gave up
his gilded status

as one of the UK's
top criminologists.

What did they say?

That they were worried about him,
a couple of years ago.

His peers and associates.

They'd noticed a change in him,
said he'd become

overly focused on a particular case,
a series of murders.

The killer had been arrested,
and David felt that the only way

to truly understand what
had happened was to

spend as much time as possible
interviewing the perpetrator.

So, what happened?

He got too close.

The lines blurred.

In trying to empathise with
the killer

and understand what he'd done,

Cartwright kind of
lost his bearings.

It was suggested that he seek
counselling, but he never did it.

He didn't see a problem.
But he was forced

to step down from his professorship
and consulting jobs,

and he did not like that one bit.

Didn't like being told what to do,
felt demeaned.

And so he came to Saint Marie
bitter, resentful, and vengeful.

I just can't find the final piece
of the puzzle -

how he did it.
Because between 10 and 11 o'clock,

while Jake Dalton
was being murdered,

David Cartwright was being recorded
at home for the whole world to see.

Because, of course, there's a clear
distinction between those who murder

in the heat of the moment

and the more ruthless,
cold-blooded, premeditated killer.

And that needs to be considered
when profiling a suspect.

There needs to be a considerable
change of perspective.

He's said that before.

Sorry, sir?

..profiling a suspect.

There needs to be a considerable
change of perspective.

A change of perspective.

Needed a change of perspective.

Why's he saying that?

I hate to have to point it out -
I have an alibi. I was at home.

We just found our crime scene.

That's it.
That is exactly it.

You know how he did it?

I've found it. The final piece.

So, what do you want us to do, sir?

We need to get a search warrant
for David Cartwright's house.

Let's see if we can
turn the tables on him.

Beat him at his own game.

Inspector?

What are you doing in my house,
Inspector?

You know, I always thought
it was impossible

to be in two places at once,
Mr Cartwright,

but now I realise I was
entirely wrong on that count.

Because you see, while it may appear
that I'm sitting in your study,

I am, in fact, in the room
right next door to you.

In Mr and Mrs Dalton's bedroom.

See?

Just like you were the other day,
when you murdered Jake Dalton.

So am I officially a suspect now?

Oh, I'd go so far as to say you're
our prime suspect, Mr Cartwright.

Because I know you did it.

Oh, goodie.

Let the fun begin, eh?

It was a brilliant illusion.

Simple, like all the best
magic tricks.

And it was executed with
precision timing.

Bravo.

On the morning of the murder,
Rose Dalton came to clean your house

at 9:30am, like she did every week.

Morning, Mr Cartwright.

Morning, Rose.

Now, from previous conversations
with Rose,

you'll have got some idea
of her husband's routine.

He had the same routine most days.

That he liked to pop home
for breakfast most days.

Came back here
for some breakfast at nine.

So you knew that while Rose
was busy cleaning your house,

Jake would be home alone.

Having told Rose that you'd be busy
in your study on a video call,

so knowing she wouldn't disturb you,

you headed over here to their house,

and at around one or two minutes
to ten o'clock,

you entered this bedroom...

..and you murdered Jake Dalton.

You then dropped the murder weapon

and quickly prepared the room
for your video call,

so that everyone who was watching

the live question-and-answer
session

would assume that you were
in your study.

As with so many things in life,
there was no single defining moment.

Whereas in fact,

you were still right here
at the crime scene,

with Jake Dalton's dead body
right in front of you.

I suppose from a young age, I was...

..fascinated with why people
choose to do bad things.

When you'd finished your video call,

you packed all the belongings
from the study into the car

and made your way back home,
slipping back in

without Rose seeing you,

safe in the knowledge
that you'd provided yourself

with a seemingly unbreakable alibi.

Well, it's certainly
a compelling theory, Inspector.

It's more than that,
and you know it. We both know it.

Game's over, Mr Cartwright.

It stops now.

Let's say I did do it,
exactly as you've just said.

One question.

How are you going to prove it?

We've processed the crime scene
thoroughly, the whole house.

The lab's testing for traces
of your DNA right now,

and they will find it -
proof that you were in this room.

Yes, you're right.

You will find my DNA here.

You see, I have been in this bedroom
before.

About a week ago, I think it was,

I changed the locks to my house,

so I came round to drop off
a set of keys for Rose.

Sorry. I did knock. Oh!

New set of keys.

I'll just pop them here, shall I?
Er, yeah.

So you see, Inspector, DNA is not
going to cut it in court,

is it?

It was a very good try, though.
But...

..no cigar, as they say.

You killed an innocent man
for no good reason.

You won't get away with that.

I'm afraid I have to go.

There's a bit of a bash
being arranged for me in my honour.

They're re-issuing my book,
you see - Murder In Mind.

Did I mention it?

Signing at the Manda Bay Hotel,
and some little festivities.

You know, it's been a quiet
couple of years for me,

out in the wilderness...
NEVILLE EXHALES

..but it's starting to feel like
it might be my time again.

Goodbye, Inspector.

FRUSTRATED SHOUT

Neville?

Is everything all right?

He's going to get away with it.

What? David Cartwright.

He's going to literally
get away with murder.

But...he can't. He did it.

You said he did it.

What is that?
No, no, no, no.

This ends now.

He's not going to do this to me.

I can't.
I can't let him do this to me.

I won't let him.
I will not let him do this to me!

Neville, stop.

No! Wait! I am going to put a stop
to this right now.

David Cartwright's room.

Yes, of course. Room 19.

Cartwright, we need to talk.

Come on, open up.
I know you're in there!

Hey!

Are you all right, Inspector?
You don't seem yourself.

I've had enough of your games,
Cartwright, so you can drop me out.

We both know the truth.
I know what you did...

VOICE FADES

Sorry. Excuse me.

Sorry. Coming through, please.

Let the commissioner through,
please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's this way, sir. All right.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

NAOMI: Sir, it's David Cartwright.

Where's DI Parker?

There's something else
you need to see, sir.

On CCTV.

SOPHIE: I'm really worried.
He was so angry,

and now he isn't answering
his phone.

He hasn't come back to the shack.
I don't know what to do, Catherine.

Come. Let's go find the others, mm?

Julian, I've got to go.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Neville Parker,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of David Cartwright.

Selwyn, what's going on?

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when being questioned

something which you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say,
may be given in evidence.

SOPHIE: No, wait.

It can't be right.

I-I don't understand.

You can't have.

FAN WHIRS

CELL LOCKS

MARLON SIGHS

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