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♪ Darling don't do that

♪ Don't do that to me... ♪

You've got this, Cheryl.

All right?

♪ Cos it hurts me

♪ Baby, can't you see... ♪

It's Hannah, right?

Cheryl Horner.
So good to meet you in person.

Good to meet you, too. I'm so sorry
Mr Adams couldn't be here himself.

Of course, he's a busy man.

Peter, how are you this morning?

Morning, Cheryl.

Excited about our little trip out?

It's us, is it?
l think so.

Why don't we...?

I'm from the real estate company.
Cheryl, right? I'm Ryan.

I'll be your designated driver
for today.

So, anything you need,
I'll be your man.

Perhaps you could show Miss Roberts
and Mr Galbraith on board,

and we can get this
show on the road.

St. Agatha's Cove is just
around the headland.

You'll see where we're going by boat.

It looks beautiful.

It's a sealed bid auction.

The winning bidder will need
to transfer a 20% deposit

into Carib Real Estate's account
by the end of the day.

You're not coming? l 'm going
to give you both some space.

I don't want to waste your time
with some tired old sales pitch.

You don't need me telling you what
you can already see for yourselves.

Right. Here we go.

Right. We've got water, soft drinks.

Actually, I've just got to make a call.

Excuse me.

Hi, Blake.

Hi. How are you?
Yeah, so this is the beach.

We've got cold beer if you fancy it.

Uh, no, I prefer to keep a clear head

in situations like this.

Situations like this?

What, it's not your first time
buying a beach, then?

Well, you know, I've done a fair
few deals in my time, but, uh,

never over anything quite
as special as this place.

All right, well, I'll leave you to it, boss.

I'm just off to get some ciggies.

Cheryl, are you there?

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Cheryl!

What is it?

What's happened?

She's dead.

Inspector.

Inspector?

Hello?

Inspector!

Naomi?

Inspector.

Oh, morning, Naomi.
Morning, sir.

Sorry to bother you at home,
but we just received a visit

from the Local Traders Association,
and they were pretty worked up.

Oh, no.

Sorry about the mess, by the way.

I'm just in the middle of a bit
of a spring clean. Oh.

Oh, hey, since you're here,

you wouldn't mind helping me
for my sheets, would you?

Sorry, uh, fold your sheets?

Well, they'll get all crumpled
if I don't do it now.

OK. Yeah.

You were saying?

Oh, yes. So it seems there's
been a recent upsurge

of counterfeit goods being smuggled
onto the island.

What sort of thing are we talking about?

Clothing, consumables, cosmetics?

All sorts, I've been told.

And l assume the local traders
want us to get a handle on it.

Well, I was thinking we could
reach out to some of our informants.

Sir. Sarge...

We've got a dead body reported
out at St. Agatha's Cove.

Is this a regular occurrence
for you two?

Uh, no.

What do we know about this body?

Woman's name is Cheryl Horner,
works in real estate.

She was taking a few clients
out for a beach viewing.

The thing is, St. Agatha's Cove
is a local beauty spot.

It can't be for sale, I'm sure of it.

Maybe, sir, you should have a word
with the Commissioner.

According to our witnesses,

it was going to be a sealed bid auction

organised by a company called
Carib International Real Estate.

This just can't be right.

St. Agatha's Cove is not
only a public beach,

it's an area of conservation.

I need to make some calls.

It looks like there are two blows
to the front of the victim's head.

some bruising on the forearm suggest
she was trying to defend herseff.

And we think this is the murder weapon.

It's a winch handle.

There's significant traces
of blood on it.

We'll dust it for prints
back at the station.

Inspector, I found the victim's bag,

but there's a key to a rental apartment.

It's got the address on it.

But you should take a look inside here.

It is messed up good and proper.

Signs of a disturbance inside the cabin

suggest there was a struggle
in here before the final blows

were landed on the deck.

And all the witnesses were on the
shore when the attack took place?

That's what they're saying.

Oh, it's the Commissioner.

And there he is, look!

Hey, Commissioner.

Hey, Commissioner!

Hey. Over here! Hello!

Just answer your phone, Officer Pryce.

I've spoken to the Land Registry,

the Environmental Department and
the Heritage and Tourism Minister.

And not one of them has sanctioned
the sale of this beach at any point.

The sale was illegal?

On top of which, Carib International
Real Estate is supposedly

a local company.

But not one single person I spoke to
has ever heard of them.

They were being conned.

How were we being conned?

Well, you told us that whoever
won the sealed bid

would have to pay a 20% deposit
by the end of today.

A 20% deposit needs to be
transferred into Carib Real Estate's

account by the end of the day.

And if we'd both been told
separately that we'd won...

Well, what, then?
You'd each pay 20% and just...

Well, l imagine, once you'd paid the money,

you'd never see or hear
from Cheryl Horner again.

But then who was it that killed her?

That we don't know yet, Mr Cook.

Perhaps you could talk us
through what happened.

Uh, yeah. All right.
Well, I dropped anchor.

It must have been about half ten.

And Cheryl said she'd stay on the boat,

so I brought everyone ashore
in the dinghy.

You're not coming?
l'm going to give you both some space.

And once you all got to the beach,
none of you went back to the boat?

Did any of you see anything
which you might consider suspicious?

Another boat nearby, perhaps?

Anyone in the water -
swimming, kayaking, anything?

Uh, no. No, I do not think so,

but then wasn't looking at the boat
the whole time I was there.

I don't think either of us were. No.

So how long were you here
before you went back to the boat?

About 40 minutes, I guess.

And you were on this beach
the entire time?

Yeah. Uh- huh.

Well, except for... Brian.

You nipped off.

Yeah, but, mate, I just popped up
the shop to get ciggies. Look.

And when you returned
to the boat, it was empty?

Apart from Miss Horner's body.

Cheryl, are you there?

Yeah.

OK. Well, if you gather your things,

we can give you a lift back to the town.

Everything all right, sir?

Commissioner, when Marlon was
waving at you from the boat earlier,

could you hear him calling out to you?

Yes, of course. Why?

It's just we know
that the victim was trying

to fight off an assailant,

so it's likely she would
have cried out for help.

And yet no-one on the beach heard it.

The sea was calm this morning.

The breeze has been blowing inland
since we got here.

It's as remote and peaceful
a place as it could be.

so either she didn't call for help,

which seems unlikely since she was
trying to fight for her life,

or she did...

...and no-one heard it.

Why not?

Sir, uh, before you go,

l 've got a friend back in Manchester,

ex-colleague who works
in the fraud unit,

deals with this kind of thing
all the time, cons and scams.

With your approval,
I'd like to get his input.

Might be able to give us some
insight as to what's going on here.

Do it. OK.

Yeah, listen, I need a flight
out of St. Marie to London

as soon as possible.

Yeah, well, see what else you got.

Andy, my, er, contact
from the fraud unit...

..is a good guy. You'll like him.

Used to be on my pub quiz team.

We used to call ourselves
the Sherlock Homies.

Ah... Sir.

DI Neville Parker, as I live and breathe.

Hello, mate. Been a long time.
Too long, Neville.

That's what happens when you bugger
off to the other side of the world.

You were only supposed to be
gone a few days.

no-one is more surprised
than me, trust me.

I'm DC Andrew Buckley, by the way.
Nice to meet you.

DS Naomi Thomas.
Good to meet you, too.

So what can I do for you, guv?

You said you had some scam going down.

Yeah, well, l 've got a victim,
goes by the name of Cheryl Horner,

pretended to work for a
fake real estate company.

Invited a number of people
to bid for a beach

that wasn't hers to sell.

Well, we can assume that
Cheryl Horner's probably an alias.

If she's done this thing before,

and she probably has,

her profile will be on our database.

That's worldwide.

Send some photos over,

and I'll see if I can get her real name.

That would be great.

I have to say, though,
this is no small feat.

A con like this,

creating a fake business,
finding the marks...

My hunch is she's probably
not the only player involved.

Oh, there'll be an accomplice?

Oh, most definitely.

At the very least, it's a two-man grift.

All right, Sarge. We're on it.

They reckon there's
an accomplice involved,

so you go around the back
just in case. OK.

Morning.

Mr Cook?

Darlene, he's heading out the back!

Marlon, you need to hurry up now.

I have NOT done this before on my own!

Ugh!

Looks like you got it covered,
Trainee Officer Curtis.

With a little bit of help.

Come on.

so, are you denying you were involved
in a scam with this woman?

Attempting to fraudulently procure
funds from the illegal sale

of the beach at St. Agatha's Cove?

Look, I told you, I'm not
saying nothing, all right?

I'm not stupid.

All right, we'll resume questioning
in the morning.

Marlon, take him to the cells, please.

Sir?

Turns out Cheryl Horner
was actually this woman,

Darianna Green.

My contact at the fraud unit
dug that out, emailed it over.

She was a serial confidence trickster.

Originally from Dominica.

She's worked just about every island
in the Caribbean and beyond.

She spent some years in Miami, too.

We're going to see what the police
over there have on file.

And what about Ryan Cook?

Was he in on it with her?

His real name is Gavin Ellis
from Romford in the UK.

No previous record.

We haven't done any background
on him yet.

So we've identified
our confidence tricksters,

but have we any idea
why one of them was murdered?

HE SIGHS
Not yet, no.

Funny one, though, innit?
How do you mean, sir?

Well, when Darianna Green
was murdered,

all three witnesses were on the beach.

They all swear there was no boat nearby.

no-one else was in the area,

and no-one was swimming out
from the shore.

so where did the killer materialise from?

You could have at least tidied up
while I was gone, Harry.

So your friend knows his stuff,
sir - really helped us out.

Oh, yeah. He's a good lad, is Andy.

He's a great pub quizzer
as well, you know.

He was basically our secret weapon
when we were under pressure.

I remember a Christmas pub quiz 2O14
down at the local.

He aced a tie-break against
our nemesis, janette,

from Quiz Team Aguilera.

There was some celebrating done
by the Sherlock Homies that night,

let me tell you.

Anyway, back to the case.

We currently have zero suspects,

but there's a long list of people
Darianna ripped off during her life,

so they're probably
all queuing up for revenge.

I've seen the details
of Miss Green's past victims

to our immigration department
to see if any of them

arrived in Saint Marie recently.

What about our current detainee?

Gavin Ellis left school at 16,

worked on his father's market stall
for a few years.

Then, in 2021, he left home
and has been travelling ever since.

I'm not sure when and where
he hooked up with Darianna Green.

Any suggestion he could be the killer?

We know he left the beach
for a while when they came ashore.

Actually, sir, I did notice this.

Yesterday morning at 10:37am,

he received an alert on his
mobile phone from the bank

that handles a business account
he and Darianna set up together.

Apparently, $200,000
had been transferred

to her own personal account.

And I think I might know why.

Oh, yeah?

We've just been to the flat
our two confidence tricksters

have been renting together.

I had a chat with
the next-door neighbour.

The morning of the murder,
before heading out,

he saw Mr Ellis arguing with the victim.

. . Mess this up for the both of us!
And you can't be trusted, Darianna.

You can't be trusted.

Any idea what about?

Gavin was saying something
about her becoming a liability.

And in response, Darianna told him
it was over between them.

She wasn't working with him
any more after today.

Then that same morning,

she transfers 200K of THElR money
into her own personal account.

Yeah, I know what she'd done.

No idea if she realised
I'd figure out like that, though,

and she probably didn't care.

That was Darianna for you.

Did what she liked
and just sod everyone else.

And what was your reaction?

Well, I wasn't happy about it.

I was furious, to be honest.

So what did you do?

Nothing I could do,

except speak to Darianna later,
after we finished the con.

So where did you go after you
left the beach, Mr Ellis?

I told you, I went to the shop
to buy cigarettes.

What? You honestly think that
I could've killed Darianna Green?

How the hell could I have done that?

A few hours before Darianna moved
that money into her account,

you were both heard arguing.

You called her a liability.

Why did you say that?

Cos she was.

She was a total liability.

In what way?

Well, look, I haven't been in this
confidence game thing very long,

and she's been in it years, but...

...it don't take a genius to know
when someone's making things

a little more risky than they need to be.

And how was she doing that?

She was having a thing
with one of the marks,

a businessman, Peter Galbraith.

They were...

...enjoying each other's company,
shall we say?

Housekeeping !

Uh, no. No, thanks. Don't need it.

Thank you, Jamaal.
You're welcome.

Marlon, honey.
Mm - hm?

There is a parcel for you.

Ooh!

I wonder what this could be.

It's heavy, too.

I do love a surprise. All right.

Well, um...

That's a bit of a disappointment,
I'm not going to lie.

But, Marlon, it's your sergeant's
training manual.

That's exciting !

Yeah, but it weighs more than I do.

You must have known you would have
had to do some studying for it.

Yeah, just not this much.

Oh!

482 pages.

Who has ever read a book
that is 482 pages long?

Oh, you got your sergeant's
training manual!

I love that book.

For my sergeant's exam, I read it
three times, cover to cover.

Youtre not human.
You know that, right?

Guys, we're going to need you
to head over to the shop

near St. Agatha's Cove,

see if they can verify Gavin Ellis's alibi.

We're on it, sir. Thanks.

Peter Galbraith was having
a relationship with the victim.

We need to talk to him.

I want to know exactly what was
going on between them

and for how long.

Let's see what we can dig up first.

Emails, texts, see what turns up.

Afternoon, sir.

If you're not buying anything,
then I'm not interested.

All right?

Hey! What do you think you are doing?
Give me that back.

Finally, we've got his attention.

Now, I'm going to press pause,

because that is a very
annoying little tune,

and my colleague here,
Trainee Officer Curtis,

is going to ask you a few questions.

Not in any trouble, am I?

Like what?

Nothing, I guess.

Around 11:00 yesterday morning,

did this man enter your store?

Uh, let me think a second.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember him.

Came in for some cigarettes.

Can l got 20 Blakestone Lights, please?

Cheers.

And you're sure it's definitely him?

He just bought cigarettes and went?

Gave him a pack of
Blakestone Lights, he paid,

that was it.

And, um, what's your name, sir?

Jermayne.

Jermayne Boon.

Well, all right, Mr Boon.

Thank you for your help.

What you are looking at?

Nothing, I guess.

You have yourself a good day.

The shopkeeper confirmed
that Gavin Ellis was there

yesterday morning at around
the time of the murder.

Well, look,

the murder took place on the boat
that was anchored here.

And the shop is about
haff a mile inland here.

And Gavin Ellis does have a motive,

but if he did do it, I have no idea how.

Also, sir, we've heard
back from immigration.

They've been through the list
of Darianna Green's past victims

in the Caribbean, and not one
of them arrived in Saint Marie

in the past six months.

Well, that's a bit of a blow, isn't it?

So the only people in this case
with any links to Darianna Green

are still these three.

All of whom can confirm
they were on dry land

while the murder took place at sea.

It doesn't amount to much, does it?

Not really, sir, no.

All right.
Well, Gavin Ellis's alibi checks out,

so we should charge him
with attempted fraud and bail him.

I'll get on to processing that
for you now, sir.

All right.

Backpack,

mobile phone,

lighter, set of keys,

and...

These are the cigarettes you bought
at the shop at St. Agatha's Cove?

Mm-hm.

OK.

Yeah, I'm going to have to hold on
to these, I'm afraid.

Mate, you're kidding me.
I've been dying for a smoke all day.

There's a shop around the corner.

Out the station, turn left
and you can't miss it. All good?

Yeah. Everything's brilliant, mate.

Perfect. Have a nice day, sir.

You OK? l was worried.
I'm all right.

What do they know?

Nothing.

They know nothing.

So you think they're illegal?

Oh, yeah.
I've seen this kind of thing before.

Firstly, the ink is poor quality.

See how the edges are blurred here?
Ah.

And also there's a health warning missing.

Boy, you've got a keen eye.

The thing is, though, the local traders

want to crack down on
this sort of thing.

So if I can get a result on it,

it gets me a few extra brownie
points with the Commissioner.

And I could do with
a few of those right now.

Show him that I'm proper
sergeant material, you know?

I hear what you're saying,

but you have got a lot
on your plate, Marlon,

what with the murder case,
exam revision...

...and now this.

Darlene, relax.

All right?

I've got it covered.

Now...

. . let's go grab a beer.

Evening, Neville. Four beers?

Uh, you're a mind-reader, Catherine.

Ah.

So, I had some beautiful flowers
delivered to my house today.

A beautiful bunch. Oh, yeah?

Got a secret lover you're not
telling us about, Catherine?

Oh, of course, Neville!

Oh.

But in this instance,
the flowers were from Sophie,

thanking me for looking after her
while she was here.

So nice of her, no?

Yeah, that's very good of her.

Have you two spoken, emailed?

No.

No, we haven't, as agreed.

But, you know, it's fine.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

A little bird tells me
you've been cleaning a lot.

Well, you know, tidy shack, tidy mind.

And a good distraction also, no?

Don't know what you mean.

Since she left, it's been obvious
you're missing Sophie.

Well, yeah.

A tiny bit, but it's fine.

It really is fine.

Stop saying everything is fine, Neville!

Such an English word, "fine".

It's not good, not bad, it's just bland,

like your chicken and chips.

I think you're missing Sophie,

and you feel it was a mistake
to say goodbye.

You should just admit it.

OK. You're right.

I am missing her.

But l think that ship has sailed.

Is that what he said to you?

Thank you, sir.

Do you blame me, though?

Come on. That's terrible, Marlon.

I mean, what would you all
have said? Hmm?

There we go. There we go.

And you?

Good morning, guys.

You off out tonight, Darlene?
I wish, Inspector.

I said I'd adjust the hem
on DS Thomas's bridesmaid's dress.

Oh, who's getting married?

My best friend from back home
in Saint Barnabas.

And, uh, on that subject, sir,

You haven't officially signed off
on my leave form yet.

Well, let's put that right, then.

So I've been going
through the victim's laptop.

Darianna Green lived a very isolated life.

There are no emails to friends or family.

It's all to do with work.

Well, we know she never
settled down, kept on moving.

I guess that's the life of a con artist.

That said, there are
a couple of emails of interest

between her and Peter Galbraith.

Oh, did we dig up
any background on him?

He was born in Paisley,
and he owns a chain of six

sportswear shops across Scotland.

His net worth is £20 million.

It's just Darianna seemed
to be really opening up to him.

He talks about losing his wife recently.

About a year ago, she was ill.

And Darianna mentioned
losing someone as well.

I know most of what we've uncovered
about her suggests

she's deceitful and ruthless, but...

...there's definitely a softer side
to her in these emails.

Inspector, Sarge, we've got
the police case file on Darianna

over from Miami.

I'll print us up a copy each.

Thanks.

No Marlon today?

Seriously?

The cigarettes are counterfeit?

You really expect me to believe
you didn't know that?

Dude, I had no idea.

Straight up.

It's the boss who orders
all the products we sell.

Not me. Firstly, don't call me dude.

And secondly, can you please stop
shovelling food into your mouth?

I need you to find out
when the next delivery

of cigarettes are coming in.

Ugh, don't make me do that.

I don't want to get involved
in all of this.

I just want a quiet life.

Keep things chill.

You get me?
Yeah, man. I get you.

But I have to arrest somebody
for selling counterfeit cigarettes.

Now that can either be you,
or you can help me find out

who your boss is buying from.

So the real question is...

. .Jermayne, do you get me?

So you're saying
you knew nothing about it?

Sir, Sarge, sorry I'm late.

I was just following up on a lead.

That's all right, Marlon. We've just
been bringing ourselves up to speed.

OK.

So Hannah Roberts works
as an executive PA

for a global communications firm
in Miami.

Her boss knew nothing
about her putting in a bid

for St. Agatha's Cove on his behalf,
as she claimed she was doing.

He thought that she was
just on annual leave.

So Hannah Roberts has been lying.

According to the Miami Police files,

she had a previous connection
to the victim.

Four years ago, Darianna Green
was setting up a scam

with another con artist
called Lamar Brissett.

They were sourcing investment
for a fake beach club development.

Long and short of it is
Hannah's brother, Michael Roberts,

lost just over £100,000 of
his own savings to Darianna Green.

The same night Michael found out
he was being duped,

he got drunk, crashed his car,

died in the ambulance
on the way to the hospital.

Michael was different to me,
more adventurous.

It's why he got a job in the US.

Wanted his life to be more interesting.

Did he tell you about any of it?

A bit. He said he had an opportunity
to put some money into a beach club,

and I thought it was
such a cool thing to do.

Um, the next thing I heard...

. .yeah, was from the police
in Miami telling me he was dead.

And now you're here, four years later.

That's not a coincidence, is it?

I, um...

I went to Miami after Michaelts death.

I just wanted to be nearer to him.

And I ended up staying there.

And a couple of months ago,

I got an email from an exclusive
real estate company...

. .about the beach.

How did you work out
that it was the same person

who conned your brother?

I went on the website, and there was
a photo of Cheryl Horner.

And her face, I just
I knew it from somewhere,

because I downloaded all of
Michael's photos from his phone,

and I remembered there was a picture
of the two of them -

him with the same woman.

so you came out here
wanting to get revenge,

wanting to kill Darianna Green?

No, no, I...

I didn't kill her, I swear.

You came all this way
to meet the woman

who caused your brother's death,
and what, nothing?

I know how it looks,
but that is not what I wanted.

So, what did you want?
Just. . . Oh, come on, Hannah.

Just to get back at her.
And how were you going to do that?

How were you going to get back at her?

By doing what Darianna did
to Hannah's brother!

By taking her for everything,
everything she's got.

Wait, hold on. Are you two...?

No, no, it's not like that.

So what is it like?

On the morning of the con,
after Darianna and I argued...

You're messing this up
for the both of us,

and you cannot be trusted.
You can't.

I went to the boat,
and Hannah was already there.

She was sitting there, she was crying.

Why were you crying?

I was just about to meet
the woman who killed my brother.

I just suddenly felt...

I felt overwhelmed all of a sudden and...

She told me everything
that happened, about Michael, and...

What's wrong? Oh.

Look, for me, it was just a moment
of clarity, you know?

I was fed up with Darianna.

I was fed up feeling sorry
for myself.

And so I told her I'd help her.
I told her I'd fix it.

And how exactly did you intend
to fix it?

I said I'd help her get
her brother's money back.

You were going to fleece Darianna?

Yeah.

Except she beat me to it.

Hannah Roberts has the strongest
motive of all our suspects -

revenge for her brother's death.
Mm-hm.

But I think Gavin Ellis is telling the truth.

I'm inclined to agree.

Just don't feel like they intended
to kill Darianna Green.

So, then, who did?

Oh, this is Andy.
He might have something for us.

Hi, Andy. How are you doing?

Oh, sorry, mate.
I'll call you back in a minute.

Something's come up.

Um...

...there's something
I didn't tell you before.

I mean, it's probably nothing.

But Peter knew about Cheryl Horner,

that she wasn't who she said she was,

that it was a confidence trick.

So... How did he find out?

Well, I told him.

I warned him on the back of the
boat on the way to St. Agatha's Cove,

so he didn't pay her any money.

And it was only after
that Gavin told me Cheryl and Peter

had been seeing each other.

So I just thought you should know.

Yeah, er, thank you.

So Peter found out the woman
he had opened himself up to

after his wife's death
is actually a con artist.

That's a real betrayal.
And a real motive.

I've been thinking about buying a
property over here for a while now,

so I got myself on a few
estate agentst mailing lists,

and then I got this email
from Cheryl's company

about St. Agatha's Cove.

And you replied saying
you were interested?

She set up a video call,
and we just hit it off.

You know?

Well, at least...

. .that's what she made me think.

Sorry, this is really not easy for me.

We've seen some of the emails
you exchanged.

It seems like you bonded over
the fact you were both widowed.

Mm - hm.

She seemed a bit lonely.

A bit like myself.

Kindred spirits.

Or so I thought.

So you arranged to meet socially
when you got here?

Um, yeah.

I've not been with anyone
since Maggie, my wife, passed.

And talking with Cheryl
felt good, you know?

It felt all right because, um...

. .she'd been through it, too.

I guess we just needed a bit of comfort.

Affection.

What does it matter whether I had
a fling with the woman or not?

You lied to us.

Because it's embarrassing, Inspector.

Humiliating.

Allowing myself to get fooled like that,

I just. . .feel so damn. . . used.

It also gives you motive, Mr Galbraith.

You were vulnerable, you opened up
to her and she took advantage.

I was on the beach when it happened,

and there was a witness who was with
me the whole time that I was there.

If it was me that
murdered Cheryl Horner,

or bloody Darianna,
whatever her name is,

how could I have done it?

so we have three suspects,

all of whom have credible motives,

but each of them also
has a credible alibi.

After Darianna Green was left
on the boat alive and well,

there's no way Gavin Ellis
could have made it back to the boat

cos he walked haff a mile
inland to buy cigarettes.

Can I get 20 Blakestone Lights, please?

And we know Hannah Roberts stayed
on the beach the whole time.

Because she and Peter Galbraith
can alibi each other.

Yeah, totally...

And yet, by the time
they made it back to the boat,

Darianna Green had been murdered.

She's dead.

Oh, um...

Sorry, do you mind if I take this?

It's kind of important.
Sure.

Jermayne, my man.
What you got for me?

Sir, Peter Galbraith and Hannah Roberts

were each other's alibis.

But what if they were actually
covering up for each other?

Well, it's possible,
but I struggle to believe

that two people would conspire
to commit murder together

within an hour of meeting each other.

Sir, that was Jermayne Boon,

the guy who works at the shop
by the beach at St. Agatha's Cove.

He just gave me a tip-off of a
delivery of counterfeit cigarettes

arriving at dawn tomorrow
down by the harbour.

I mean, it'll get us in the good books

with the Commissioner at least.

And maybe focusing
on another case for a few hours

might provide a distraction,
because currently,

we are no closer to understanding
how this murder was committed

than we were two days ago.

Let's organise the sting
and pick this case up tomorrow. OK?

Hey, Andy, mate. Look, l'm sorry
I didn't call you back.

It's been crazy here.

It's all right. No worries, Nev.

Hey, what are you still doing up?
Isn't that like 3am there?

Um, yeah, just work.

Like you, I'm up to me eyes in it here.

Paperwork - it never ends, right?

Yeah.

It was good to see you the other
day, Nev, after all this time.

You know, we all just get on
with our lives,

and sometimes you forget
what someone means to you.

Good friends, you and me, weren't we?

Yeah, of course we were.

We still are.
Yeah, I suppose.

Is everything all right, mate?

Are you OK?

Have you been drinking?

Just one or two now, Nev.
Just one or two, cos...

...maybe I was just after
a bit of Dutch courage.

Cos there's something
I want to talk to you about.

OK. So I don't want to have to tell you.

But, erm...

There's something that...

What is it?

Sorry, I can't, Nev.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Andy, give me a call, yeah?

If there's anything you need
to talk about, I'm here.

Whatever it is.

Dl Parker to Commissioner Patterson.

We are in position. Over.

Received.

No sign of target yet. Over.

That's Jermayne Boon, sir.

Our informant.
Now, just a heads up,

he can be quite annoying.

Morning.
Morning, Jermayne.

This is Commissioner Patterson.

You all right there, brother?

You know, sir, Darianna Green
definitely wasn't making it up

when she told Peter Galbraith
she'd lost someone herself.

No?

That con was setting up
in Miami four years ago,

the guy she was doing it with,
Lamar Brissett,

well, they were more than
just business partners.

Really? One of the marks
they approached

turned out to have
gangland connections,

figured out what they were up to

and sent some of these heavies

to administer a very serious punishment.

Darianna must have got away,
obviously,

but what about Lamar Brissett?

He was beaten, taken out to sea
and his body dumped.

No wonder she was still grieving.

How do you even begin
to get over that?

Inspector, we have eyeball on our target.

All units are go.

Go, go, go!

Police. Stop what you're doing.

You're under arrest.

Commissioner, we've got a result.

Woohoo! Yeah, baby!

That was Marlon, Inspector, not me,

to be clear.

Congratulations, Officer Pryce.

That was some impressive work.

Thank you, sir.

I'm glad I could show you that
I have some proper sergeant skills.

Sir, we're going to head back
to the station

and process our suspects.

Might I ask before you go,

how are you getting on
with the murder case?

Not great, to be honest, sir.

We've identified three suspects
with strong motives,

but they all have watertight alibis.

I'm not really sure
where we go from here.

Inspector, Sarge,

I reckon we're going to be here
a little while longer.

There's loads more boxes
of this stuff in the hold.

All right, Darlene,
we'll see you back at the st..ation.

More boxes in the hold!

I mean, there would be, wouldn't there?

If you were smuggling counterfeit
goods, you'd shove them in the hold,

especially if there wasn't
any room on deck.

Of course you would!

The murder took place on the boat
that was anchored here.

Anyone in the water?

The shopkeeper confirmed
that Gavin Ellis was there

around the time of the murder.

Talking with Cheryl,
she'd been through it, too.

I remembered there was a picture
of him with the same woman.

And that's how someone managed
to murder Darianna Green

when she was alone on a boat
in the middle of the sea.

Marlon, we're going to need
the crime scene kit.

And we need to go and talk
to Hannah Roberts.

It was a bit of a tricky case
for us, this one,

because that's what this murder was.

One final confidence trick
by an expert in the field.

And here he is.

The man himseff, who's had us
all fooled these past few days.

I, uh,

I really don't know what
I'm doing there.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

I think you do...

...brother.

That's right, Jermayne.

Or would you prefer we called you
by your real name?

Lamar Brissett.

Sorry?

Lamar Brissett was a con artist
who worked with Darianna Green

a few years back.

They were in Miami
setting up a beach club scam

when Lamar was beaten,
taken out to sea and left for dead.

Except he wasn't dead.

Of course, because here he is,

alive and kicking right in front of us.

Here are some photos that belonged
to one of Lamar and Darianna's

past victims, Hannah's brother, Michael.

We went through these again,

and this is a picture
of Michael with Darianna

and another man.

You...

... Lamar.

On the morning of the boat trip
to St. Agatha's Cove,

Lamar arrived at the harbour early...

...and made his way to the boat
that you'd all hired.

And hid himseff away in the hold
out of sight.

He waited until the boat came to a stop,

and then, when he heard
the dinghy going ashore,

that was his cue to make his way
onto the deck.

Now, we know that Lamar and Darianna
fought in the cabin.

And then the struggle
moved on to the deck,

where Lamar must've grabbed
the first heavy object to hand

and struck her twice.

We were initially troubled
that no-one heard Darianna

scream out for help
when she was attacked.

But now we know the murder
occurred only a minute after

you cast off in the dinghy.

We believe the noise of the outboard
motor dampened Darianna's cries.

After he was sure she was dead,
Lamar dived into the sea

and swam as fast as he could
back to the shoreline,

a little further along from the beach.

In the dinghy, facing forward,

taking in the picture postcard beach,

he could be fairly confident
that your attention

was on what lay ahead,

not on the man swimming in the sea

a little distance behind you.

It was then just a case
of picking up his bike

and riding it back to the shop.

And in this heat, with the air
blowing on him as he went,

l can easily believe that
his clothes would have dried out

by the time he got there.

Once back at the shop, he would
take his place behind the counter,

and no-one would be any the wiser
as to what he'd just done.

You should know,

Mr Brissett, that our two officers there

have just dusted the hold
for fingerprints.

And I have every faith
they would have found a pair

that matches yours.

The only question left to answer is,

why kill Darianna Green?

We assume it has something to do
with what happened

in Miami four years ago.

The police there are of the belief
Darianna made a lucky escape

when the heavies beat you
and threw you out to sea.

They nearly killed me that night.

I'd been out gambling
that afternoon.

When I got back to the motel
where me and Darianna were staying,

she was already gone -

packed her bags and disappeared.

Next thing I know, I'm being
set upon by three heavies.

I knew Darianna had the tip-off.

She got herself out of there
as quickly as she could

to save her own skin.

I never wanted to go through
anything like that again.

I just wanted to keep my head down,

live a simple, quiet life.

Which you did until
Darianna Green showed up again.

I saw her from the shop.

When her and your man here
was scouting the beach

for their next con.

I couldn't believe it was her,

after all these years.

She even talked about the beach con
with me back in the day.

I just knew how it would turn out.

That's when I knew exactly
what it was I had to do.

You wanted revenge,

and nothing was going to stop you
from getting it.

That woman was dead inside
before I even touch her.

Lamar Brissett, you are under arrest
for the murder of Darianna Green.

You do not have to say anything
that may harm your defence...

Ah, sir.

We were just heading to
Catherine's bar for a drink.

It's a team celebration.

You're more than welcome
to join us, Commissioner.

I appreciate the offer, but actually

I was on my way to break the good news

to the local traders association.

But I thought I'd pop in,

have a quick word with Officer Pryce.

Oh, well, uh, we'll leave you to it, then.

Ah...

Don't tell me,

you want me to come and show my face
to these trader dudes,

let them meet the real hero of the day.

You know, sign a few autographs,
take a few selfies.

I meant it when I said it was
impressive what you did today,

spotting the counterfeit cigarettes,

organising the sting operation.

You did well.

Well, you know, sir,
I am an excellent multitasker,

which is a quality that
every police sergeant should have.

Right?

How's revision going?

Um...

I mean, you know.

Slowly.

Marlon...

I know you spent many years
hustling people to get on in life.

But you're not going to pass
this exam by trying to dazzle

your senior officers.

You're going to pass it
by getting the answers right.

Hmm? Mm.

Mm? Mm-hm.

All right, Marlon.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It's just the three beers, Catherine.

Marlon's revising.

Is he?

Well, good for him.

Here you are, ladies. Merci.

And how is Neville?

I am worried about him.

He's not been himself recently.

I'm not sure why.

He is lovesick.

I'm sure of it. Women always know.

Amen to that.

Hey, Nev, mate.
How have you been?

Hey. Yeah, l 'm good, Andy.

I'm good.

Listen, l just wanted to check in with you

after our conversation last night.
You seemed, erm, not yourseff.

Yeah, about that. Look, I'm sorry.

I was a bit drunk.

I shouldn't have been bothering you.

Well, yeah, you said that
you wanted to talk about something.

Is everything all right?
Everything's cool, mate.

It's just. . .
Just a couple of tough cases.

You know how it can be
when the job gets inside your head.

Just needed to let off steam,
I guess.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Honestly, mate,
I'm absolutely fine.

But, listen, I'm gonna have to go,

cos I'm just on me way home
from the pub, so see you soon, Nev.

Oh.

Cheers. Cheers.

I need to go somewhere
called the Port Royal.

Naomi always talks very fondly
about the island.

And within hours of her return,

someone commits murder.

Oh, sorry, sir. This is my room.

We'll just have to top and tail.

I reckon this island has a few
secrets it's ready to share.

How are you?
Me?

Well, these are your friends,
people you grew up with.

You seriously think one of them did it?

He makes me feel like
I'm not up to the job.

You got this wrong.

You're the last person
they want to see right now.