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Not long now.

Oh! And we have lift-off!

Ha-ha-ha! Come, come.

A toast to Astraeus,

Titan God, the stars and the planets.

There. Lovely bubbly!

Fizzy wizzy!

Drink, my love? Hmm?

Oh! Um...

- Yes. Yes, why not?
- There we go.

Thank you.

A little drink and I think a
few words from my dear friend,

the professor. Oh! Speech!
I don't know what to say.

I've seen a good few
planetary conjunctions,

but never a total eclipse.

We know this one is going to
be fleeting, only three minutes

and 12 seconds, so let's
all observe it in silence,

with our own thoughts and dreams

and with whatever god
we choose to walk with us.

Champagne to my real friends and

real pain to my sham friends. Oh!

Cheers, all! Cheers. To very good health.

-You ok, love? -Oh, yes. Just
the culmination of a life's work.

If you don't mind, Jeremy.
I'd prefer to watch in silence,

like the professor said?

It's nearly half-past, everyone.

Wow!

Ho-ho! Wow!

Wow! Oh!

That was truly remarkable! Ah!

Bertrand?

Bertrand, where are you, darling?

Where on earth is he? Maybe
he's gone back to the car.

Why would he leave
before it was over like that?

Bertrand?

Come on, stop playing
silly buggers! Bertrand!

My dear, he couldn't have gone
far. Why don't we just spread out?

Bertrand? Professor Sworder?

Oh... Please, no!

Over here!

No!

Thank you.

- Morning, Naomi.
- Morning, sir.

- Welcome back. How was your journey?
- Oh! What are the chances?

Once every 2,000 years planetary
event and my flight gets delayed.

Oh! I didn't know you were
coming back for the eclipse. -Yeah.

Well, Saint Marie has dark sky status,

so I thought I might get
a clearer view from here.

Ah. You couldn't see it from the plane?

No. All I could see from the
plane was a chubby toddler blowing

raspberries at me from the top of his seat.

And I had to pay an excess
baggage fee for my telescope.

Oh. I'm sorry, sir.

So, tell me about the case.

You said a man fell to
his death at Cap Michelle.

- Yeah, Professor Bertrand Sworder.
- Professor Sworder?

Did you know him?

Yeah, he was quite well
known back in the UK.

Hosted a few TV documentaries,
was on "The Sky At Night" a few times.

A real inspiration to
hobbyist astronomers like me.

- I can't believe he's gone.
- Also, sir, Marlon called.

The victim's wife found
a note in her handbag.

It seems as if the
professor intended to take

his own life last night. Oh, no!

We can only access the
crime scene by boat, sir.

DI Neville Parker. DS Thomas.

Jeremy Herbert. Sunil Singh. We were...

We were up there with Bertrand when...

I just still can't believe it.

I assume you were here to watch
the conjunction eclipse. -Yeah. -Yeah.

And during the conjunction, none of
you were aware of what happened?

Sad to say, our attention
was focused elsewhere.

Until the eclipse was over

and then we realised what had happened.

And it was you who alerted the
police? -Yeah. Well, Sally. -Sally?

A PHD student, over from England.

She's... She was the professor's protege.

There's no signal up on the clifftops,

so she went to the pay phone.

We jumped in the car and headed
down to the harbour to get a boat.

We're up in Cap Michelle.
Someone's just fallen off the cliff.

Thought it best if Sally and
Mrs Sworder stayed up there,

while we came here with
the sea rescue people.

And there's no access to
this beach, other than by boat?

Definitely not. Ok.

Thank you.

Grains of sand in the victim's hair.

And all among his clothes.

Seaweed also suggests that
the sea washed in after he fell.

Ha!

Sir?

From a brief initial examination,
they reckon the injuries

sustained tally with a fall
from a significant height.

What do you have there?

It's a notebook, found it in
the victim's jacket pocket.

But, look, it's a crossword.

It's yesterday's crossword,

to be precise, and it's half-finished.

It's probably nothing.

So, tell me about this note
Marlon said the victim left.

Mrs Sworder gave it to him up at the cafe.

They're waiting to talk to us now.

This is it.

"I'm so sorry for abandoning you, my love,"

"but I'm not sure I can endure
what's about to happen in my life."

"Please, forgive me."

Let's go and talk to them.

Mrs Sworder; Are you up to
answering a few questions? Thank you.

I was just wondering if you
knew what your husband was

referring to in this note that he left.

He says he can't endure
what's about to happen in his life.

I really haven't a clue.

It's just... It's all so unexpected.

Anyone else understand it?

- No.
- Sorry. Me, neither.

Miss Blake?

-No. -Was Professor Sworder
acting normally, the last few days?

I suppose he had seemed
a little distant recently.

I maybe thought something was up.

But not so much that he'd...

I noticed it, too.

I just thought he was nervous.

His whole life was
leading up to last night.

And just to be clear,
during the conjunction,

there was no-one else up there
with you, just the four of you?

Yes.

Ok. Thank you.

Ah... Oh, um, sorry,
one... One other thing.

It's probably nothing, but I found
this in the Professor's notebook.

Did he often do crosswords?
Yes. Practically every day.

You don't know when he tore
this out of the newspaper, do you?

Well, I happened to notice
him filling it in up on the clifftop,

while we were waiting for it to get dark.

You saw him filling this in?
Yes. The whole newspaper.

He hadn't torn it out yet? No.

Well, that IS interesting.

Like I say, it's... It's
probably nothing. Excuse me.

Ha! There it is!

See?

Yep. The dude definitely ripped it out.

That's significant, why?

Look, the only reason
someone would tear a crossword

out of a newspaper and then
slip it into their notebook would be

if they were intending to
finish it at a later date, right?

So, why would Professor
Sworder do that if he was planning

to kill himself that night?

He probably wouldn't. Exactly.

So, how did he end up falling off a cliff?

Well, I'm struggling to
believe it was an accident.

The only reason Professor
Sworder was up here

was to watch that eclipse.

Do we really believe during the
few minutes that it was happening

that he just wandered
away from his telescope

and accidentally fell off the edge?

So, then, someone must have
pushed him off? It was murder?

But, sir, if someone did kill
Professor Sworder last night,

surely the others would
have noticed. Sarge is right.

If someone pushed him over the
edge, there would have been a tussle,

the prof would have
fought back, screamed out.

Somebody would have heard something. Yeah.

If Professor Sworder was
manhandled over the edge,

it does seem odd that no-one else

who was here was aware of it happening.

So, we should do all the usual
background checks on everyone

who was present here last night.

And go over the victim's phone
and email communications, Ok?

Marlon;

Maybe have a word with
the people who run the cafe.

See if they saw anything last night.

I'm going to drive Miriam home.

Call us if you need anything.

So, what do we do now?

We wait.

So, it was Professor Sworder who first

predicted the planetary eclipse last night?

Yep. Or the Great
Occultation, as he called it.

You know, he made the
discovery when he was only 25,

back in the early '80s.

Wrote a very successful book about it.

I highly recommend it.
It's a scintillating read.

It sure sounds it. Hmm.

So, I've done some initial
background on our suspects.

Miriam Sworder, she and
Bertrand met at university,

but were just friends for a long time.

Came from a pretty wealthy background.

And what about the protege, Sally Blake?

She went to a secondary school in Dublin

and won a scholarship
to study astrophysics.

I went on her social media page and saw

that she's been a fan of the
professor since she was a child.

Even met him once when she was 12.

Says it was seeing him on TV
that inspired her love for astronomy.

What about this guy, Jeremy Herbert?

An old friend of
Bertrand's from university.

Heads up the Barrington
Observatory just outside of Pontefract.

That just leaves this fella, Sunil Singh.

"A highly regarded amateur astronomer."

He's an IT administrator in Pune, India,

but he's on the board of the
Astronomical Society there.

Not sure what the connection
to Professor Sworder is yet.

HE SIGHS

Well, until we find evidence
that there was another person up

there on that clifftop, we have
to work on the basis that it was

one of these four that pushed
Professor Sworder over the edge.

Um, you guys know there are
a few journalists outside, right?

They're not here for the
Professor Sworder case, are they?

That's what they said. A couple of
them are from some science magazine.

It sounds like they're expecting
a press conference or something.

Did the Commissioner
organise it? Can't have done.

I've not even updated him on the case yet.

Well, I'd better give him a call.

That's odd.

It's not going to voicemail.

So,

who wants to meet Saint Marie's

newest trainee police officer?

Darlene, you passed initial training.

Oh, I didn't just pass.

The examiner said I
had the highest test score

- of any trainee on the island.
- Congratulations, Darlene!

That's fantastic, Darlene. Um...

But I had the highest test score
out of any trainee on the island,

- so...
- Oh, no, Marlon!

Did you just get your butt kicked?

But I am still the most
senior officer, though, right?

I mean, that doesn't change
anything. Just for now, honey.

Celebratory drink at
Catherine's bar after work?

If you insist, Inspector.

Congratulations, Darlene.
I'm so pleased for you.

The drinks are on me. -Oh, thank
you. Thank you. -Thanks, Catherine.

Welcome back, Neville.
How was your trip home?

And how is Arthur? -Oh, sir. I forgot
you were meeting your baby nephew.

Arthur is the most adorable
little thing you have ever seen.

- Oh, he is such a cutie! -Yeah.
- He's got his mother's look, no?

He's so sweet, sir.

He's all right, I guess.

- I think you're going to make a wonderful uncle.
- Thanks, Catherine.

Oh, I'll be back in a minute.

Catherine? Er...

I just wondered if, um... If you'd
heard anything from... Sophie.

Oh, she's away for a few days,
doing some island hopping.

It's just we exchanged a
few texts over Christmas

and I just wondered if
she'd left me a message.

Actually, she did.

She said to tell you she's
hopelessly in love with you

and is counting the seconds
until she sees you again.

Did she?

No, she didn't. You're joking.

It's that... famous French
sense of humour I enjoy so much.

She's back tomorrow evening.
And she left no message.

But she did ask

if I knew when you were getting back.

Did she? Hmm.

Good to know she's taking an interest.

Good.

So, how did it feel, the first
day as a uniformed officer?

You know, Marlon, I'm so excited.
I just can't wait to get stuck in.

-I'll be honest, though, it's not as
comfortable as I was expecting. -Oh.

Just wait till we hit the potholes.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

Did you manage to check
in with the commissioner?

I see journalists are still outside.

Yeah, I just thought
I'd talk to them myself.

Commissioner's secretary said
he's taken some last-minute leave.

All they knew was that a
press conference was planned

for 11 o'clock this morning
at the Manda Bay Hotel,

but then got cancelled.

Where are Marlon and Darlene off to?

They're heading down to the harbour.

Marlon got a lead from a waitress
from the cafe near the crime scene.

Oh! Hey.

I see you took my advice and
picked up a copy of this little beauty.

- Actually, sir, that's not why I have it.
- No?

I was going through the professor's
emails and there's an exchange

between him and Jeremy
Herbert about that very book.

Mr Herbert was accusing
Professor Sworder of plagiarism,

claiming that The Great Occultation
was actually his discovery.

Did he have any evidence to prove this?

There were some audio files
attached to one of the emails.

Recordings from when Sworder
and Herbert were students

on placement at Stanford
University in the US.

There's another student
with them, a Jyoti Kirmani.

The audio files only recently surfaced.

I'm not sure what he was planning to do,

but it's obvious from these emails

that Mr Herbert was very angry.

Oh.

40-odd years of your friend
taking the glory for your work.

It's going to hurt.

Well, I tried to take legal action
in the past over what Sworder did.

Until now, there was no evidence.

See, I never made any
notes about my theory.

It was all just floating around in my head.

And in the past, what did
he say when you accused him

of stealing your hypothesis?

He said, "Our recollections
about what was said that day"

"were obviously very different."

So... what? You just
accepted what he'd done?

I resigned myself to
accepting what he'd done.

Mine and Bertrand's paths
would cross every now and then.

Conferences, seminars. And I
saw that the book had made him

quite the revered figure in
the astronomers' community.

So I realised I was only really
harming myself by holding a grudge.

These audiotapes, how did you
come to be in possession of them?

It was Sunil Singh.

He was approached by
someone who knew Jyoti Kirmani.

She was at Stanford when
you were both there? Yes. Yes.

Sadly, Jyoti died recently,
back home in India

and the tapes were uncovered.

And what was your plan, coming
here to Saint Marie to meet him?

Renumeration, my boy.

My share of the spoils.

Bertrand made a small
fortune from that book.

Not to mention the reputation he gained.

And he agreed to pay.

Otherwise, I made it clear
that Sunil and I would go

to the press and tell the world the truth.

It was you and Mr Singh who
organised the press conference.

Your insurance plan?

I needed Bertrand to know
that we meant business.

-But then he died before he
could pay you the money. -Yes.

Even in death, Bertrand has the last word.

And the last word is "cheat".

Hmm!

It's still there. Hmm?

The resentment.

If you are suggesting that I killed him,

Inspector, then answer me
this; Why would I kill a man

the night before he was about to pay me

three-quarters of a million pounds?

Here you go, madam. Thank you.

That's him over there.

Eddie Fingers Marlow, the
finest pickpocket on the island.

The waitress I spoke to at the
cafe said when she was locking up

on the night of the murder,

she saw a man in a loud two-piece
coming down from Cap Michelle,

riding a scooter, chewing a toothpick

and I knew it had to be Eddie.

And what time did she say she saw him?

A few minutes after the eclipse.

- So, he could be our murderer?
- No, no, no.

Eddie is... many things,
but he's not a killer.

But I do want to know what
he was doing up at Cap Michelle

that night and what he saw. Well,
then, let's go and speak to him.

Wait, wait, wait. Darlene, Darlene.

Eddie's a bit of a slippery customer.

A sight of a uniform
and he gets really twitchy.

So, just leave this one to me.

All right? Ok.

Yo, Marlon Pryce! Ha-ha-ha!

Yo, bro! Look at you, all
dressed up in your finery.

Even got a little crease in your pants, eh?

So...

Thank you.

Just spoke to the victim's bank.

They knew nothing of
any payment to Mr Herbert,

but, apparently, three days
ago, Professor Sworder arranged

for his entire estate to be put in

an asset protection
trust in his wife's name.

-Really? -It gives her sole
responsibility of his entire estate.

He and his wife have a
home on the island, don't they?

Want to pay her a visit? Yes, I do.

All right.

Thank you for your help, sweetheart.

So? What did he say?

Well, on the record, he
was up at Cap Michelle,

doing a bit of stargazing.
And off the record?

Fleecing tourists. Well,
doesn't he sound charming!

The thing is, Marlon, I called
in a check on that scooter of his,

just to make sure.

Those are fake licence plates,

which means that scooter's
more than likely stolen.

- Ah. Oh, brother! Right, wait here.
- Marlon.

- No, no. Why do I have to wait here?
- Darlene, I know this guy, Ok?

And I know how to handle him, so, just...

Yo, yo. Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Yo, yo, Marlon! Marlon! Marlon!

It's no good for business

if you've got officers hanging
around all day long, you know?

Where did you get this
scooter, Eddie? Scooter? Ha-ha!

Scooter, scooter.

No, no, what's he up to?

Well... Yo, yo, you dropped
something, you know.

Wait, Eddie! Stop, police!

Darlene... He's getting
away on the scooter, Marlon.

You don't think I know that?! Start
the engine! -I don't have the key.

Huh.

Like I said, a real slippery fish.

So what are we going to do now?

Um... Eddie's a hard guy to track
down. Lives off the grid, you know.

But, um, don't worry about it.
I'll, um... I'll think of something.

I'll think of something.

I'm sorry, I refuse to believe it.
Bertrand didn't plagiarise anything.

We have the evidence, Mrs
Sworder. It's pretty clear cut.

Then it's been faked and you've been had!

You know, Jeremy Herbert
has lived in Bertrand's shadow

since the moment they met.

Why else do you think Mr Herbert
ended up running a two-bit

observatory in some
godforsaken part of Yorkshire?

It wasn't out of choice,
I can tell you that much.

Bless you.

Thank you.

What about the asset protection trust?

Don't tell me you didn't know about that.

It required your signature, as well as his.

He leaves everything in
your protection in the event

of his death and then three
days later, he's murdered.

That's quite a coincidence.

I don't need my husband's money, Inspector.

I have my own.

But more importantly than that,
I loved my husband very much,

which is why I wouldn't
shove the man over a cliff.

Please, close the door on your way out!

She took that in her stride.

Something in here's got right up my nose

- and I'm not just talking about her.
- It's pretty dusty in here, sir.

-How's it going? -I found the
journals Professor Sworder wrote in.

This one from 1982 covered the time
he and Mr Herbert were at Stanford.

Haven't had time to read through it yet.

Might give us some insight into

what actually went on between them, though.

- Anything of interest in here?
- Empty.

- What, both of them?
- Yeah.

Ok, well, let's get all this
stuff back to the station, eh?

Hmm.

So, we now know that the victim's career

and reputation was founded on a
42-year-old lie that he propagated.

And that two of our
suspects were in possession

of the evidence to prove so.

But we're still left asking
ourselves how one of the four

suspects managed to drag Professor
Sworder away from his telescope

and push him over a cliff
edge in total and utter silence.

I don't care who you are,
someone tries to throw you off a cliff,

you let people know about it.

For as long and as loud as you can.

Yeah.

So, how did they do it,

in the few minutes everyone
was focused on the eclipse?

Pull yourself together!

So, this is where you're hiding!

Can a man not take some time to go fishing

without a search party being called?

Not when he's the head of the police force.

- And it's not like you to just disappear.
- I haven't disappeared.

- No?
- No!

So, what are you doing here?

I just needed a little time
to myself, time to think.

Andrina has written to me. Ah!

She, understandably, has a lot
of questions she wants to ask.

It's only natural of her, no?

I'm just not sure this is something
I want in my life right now.

It is a big change.

Meeting your daughter for the first time.

We're strangers, the two of us.

What answers can I give her

when I know nothing about her?

And...

what if she comes all this way...

and we find out we
don't even like each other?

Then, so be it.

She flies home again and
you get on with your lives.

So, you think I should meet her.

I think I'm the wrong person to ask.

The thought of not having Cam
in my life, couldn't imagine it.

But only you can decide, Selwyn.

All I would say is

maybe spending all this time by yourself

is not healthy.

Ok, that is Antares...

which means that is Scorpius.

Ha!

Oh!

Harry!

Harry, move! Go on, get out of the way!

- Who are you talking to?
- Hey.

Well, um, don't judge me,

but, um, I was talking to a lizard.

Erm, Sophie, this is Harry,

Harry, Sophie.

Hello, Harry. How are you doing?

That's actually lizard
for, "Hello, Sophie."

Right. A pet lizard and a telescope.

I mean, that's some serious nerdiness.

Well, in my defence, the
lizard was here when I moved in.

But the telescope is all me.
A bit of a childhood hobby.

Catherine said you've been
visiting the other islands.

Yeah. I went trekking in
the rain forest in Dominica.

It was beautiful.

Knocked spots off Heaton Park.

-I was wondering if_
-I was wondering_

Oh.. No, sorry. You...
You go first. You go.

Right, I was just passing and I
thought I'd stop by and say hello.

And see if maybe you'd want
to go for a drink tomorrow night?

That is exactly what I was
going to say. Great... Great minds.

Um... I would love that.
Yeah? I would love it. Yeah.

Um...

We... We could have a
glass of wine on the beach.

Sounds lovely.

All right, well, I'll let you two
get back to whatever it was

you were arguing about.

Night, then.

Night, Sophie.

Harry?

I think I've got myself a date. Whoa!

Harry?

Harry? Sorry, mate.

You ok?

When he left Stanford and
returned to the UK in December '82,

Bertrand Sworder was
determined to "win Miriam back",

as he puts it.

"I know if Miriam is to
love me, like I love her,"

"I need to make something
of myself and be somebody."

Is that why he plagiarised
The Great Occultation?

A way of making his mark on the world?

Darlene?

Oh, this... This better be good

because I had eight more minutes
of sleep left on my alarm clock.

So, I was leafing through the small ads

in the Saint Marie Times over breakfast...

You've had breakfast
already? ..and I saw this.

Look!

"Silver grey scooter for sale, $800."

Eddie's scooter.

- He's selling it?
- Eddie doesn't know me,

I could phone and pretend
that I was interested in buying it,

arrange to meet him, then we
can go and slap the cuffs on him.

Yeah, we could do that.

But I already put the word
out to some of my contacts.

So leave it to me, Ok?

I think you and me need to have
a little tete-a-tete. A what-a what?

I decided to become a police officer

because I was fed up of feeling left out.

And for the last two days,

thanks to you, I could not
have felt more like a spare part.

Look, I didn't mean to
make you feel like that.

Ok, I'm sorry. But this is new for me, too.

Being a senior officer.

I... I guess I just wanted to
show you that I could do it.

- I just want us to work as a team.
- I want that as well.

So, if we are going to bring in
Eddie, we do it together. Mm-hm.

So, go and make the call.

Beautiful morning, isn't it?

Oh! -Ooh! -Sorry, Naomi. -Sir! Should
have looked where I was going.

- Are you all right this morning, sir?
- Absolutely could not be better.

Top of the world. Very productive
evening last night. -That's great.

So, I was reading through
Professor Sworder's journal.

Turns out, he and Jyoti
Kirmani has a brief fling

when they were at Stanford
together. When he got back to England,

she contacted him to say that
she was pregnant with his baby.

But there's no mention
anywhere of him having a child.

He didn't want anything to do with it.

I think he had his heart set on
marrying Miriam by that point.

But here's the thing, something
about the dates was niggling at me.

Jyoti Kirmani contacted him in August '82

to say she was one month pregnant,

which would make the baby's
birthday around March '83, right?

Have a look at Sunil Singh's date of birth.

March 171983.

Now look at his full name.

Sunil Singh Kirmani. He's always
abbreviated it to Sunil Singh,

but Kirmani is his real last name.

I checked with the Indian authorities,

he is Jyoti and Bertrand's son.

- But he hasn't said this to anyone.
- Exactly.

Long lost son turns up to find the
man who abandoned his mother

and then... -The father turns
up dead at the bottom of a cliff.

I, um... Ahem.

I was 15 when my mother
told me who my father was.

But you didn't make contact?

She made it clear to me that he
had little interest in being a father.

So, when your mother passed
away, you found the tapes?

The recordings of her, Professor
Sworder and Mr Herbert?

I was... flabbergasted, quite honestly.

What I heard, what
Jeremy Herbert was saying.

About The Great Occultation?

He was clearly proposing the
theory that Professor Sworder had

since published as his own.

It left me no choice but to
contact Jeremy and let him know.

He deserved to have the truth come out.

And when you arrived here on Saint Marie,

under the guise of coming
to see the conjunction eclipse,

did you confront the professor?

Tell him who you really were?

No. And not because I feared
his rejection after all these years.

Because I had no desire to
associate myself in any way

with such a fraudulent man.

So, to be clear, this trip out
here to Saint Marie was just,

what, an act of pure altruism?

To help Jeremy Herbert, a
man who you hardly knew?

Are you sure you weren't
trying to exact some

sort of revenge on your absent father?

I'd be lying if I said no.

But sincerely, Inspector,
that desire for revenge

did not extend to murder.

I can assure you.

Come on, Eddie.

Where are you?

Move!

Mr Marlow?

- You're Talisha?
- Mm-hm, that's me, honey.

- I have the money right here.
- You know?

You don't look much like a
woman that should be riding round

on this scooter, you know?

You look like you've got a
bit of class about you. Mm!

I didn't come here to be
flirted with, I'll have you know.

I am a married woman, Eddie.

That is a shame! I could have
got used to flirting with you!

You are a bad man, I could
just tell, but since you ask,

the scooter's not for me. It's for my son.

He just passed his test,
so I thought I'd just give him

a little gift.

I don't really know
much about these things,

so would you mind turning
the engine on for me?

I just want to make sure
it's all in working order.

Talisha, Talisha, Talisha! Whoo!

Your wish is my command.

Purrs like a kitten, she does.

What you doing?

Trainee Officer Darlene Curtis.

I am arresting you, Eddie Marlow,

on suspicion of handling stolen goods.

This is Marlon's doing, right?

Well, you have to tell Marlon from me

he's going to have to wake
up a lot earlier to catch me out!

Argh!

As it happens, Eddie, I did
get up early this morning.

Argh!

Only eight minutes early, mind.

But I guess that's all
I really needed, huh?

Let's go.

And you're sure about that?

Ok.

I appreciate your help.

Inspector, DS Thomas.

We know that Eddie put
false plates on the scooter.

So I checked the serial number
with the vehicle licensing agency.

The scooter is registered to
Professor Bertrand Sworder.

The scooter belongs to the victim?

Look, Officer, I wasn't
lying when I said I went up

to Cap Michelle to do some dipping.

So, how did you end up walking
away with Professor Sworder's scooter?

It was coming up to half-midnight
when I came across his scooter.

It was sitting there, hidden in
some bushes, key in the ignition.

It's like it was asking to be taken and

I'm only human, you know.

The victim travelled to Cap Michelle
in his own car with Miriam, right?

- Mm-hm.
- So, what's his scooter doing up there?

If I tell you something that I saw whilst

I was up there that night,
will it go in my favour?

You know? If it helps the case,

it could potentially be taken into
account when you're sentenced, yes.

All right.

I was heading back with the
scooter when I heard voices.

Hushed, but intense, you know.

So, I went to check it out.

And that's when I saw the
professor guy, you know,

the one who was killed.

He was with this young woman,

20s, short, brown hair.

- Sally Blake.
- She was crying.

Sally, I'm sorry. Please!
This needs to stop! Please!

She was worked up and he
was saying something like, um...

You weren't even supposed to be here!

I hate you! I need you out of my life!

Did you hear any more than that?

That was it.

Him disappear and she stood there, crying.

She looked like she was...

She was really, really hurting.

Were you in a relationship with Bertrand?

Is that what it was?

But you cared about him.

I never had friends growing up.

People don't like it when
you're smarter than them.

I was just the weird science girl.

Even when I went to university,
I just found it hard to connect.

- I'm not good at being around people.
- Professor Sworder was different?

Ever since I was a kid, I just
thought he was so... brilliant.

- That's why you came to study under him?
- He was so supportive.

And encouraging.

I've never felt that
comfortable with anyone before.

But it wasn't reciprocated.

About a month ago, I told him how I felt.

And the look on his face, I
knew straight away I'd ruined it.

- I'd ruined everything.
- What did he say?

He suggested that I find
another professor to mentor me,

that we stop working together.

You weren't supposed to
be on this trip, were you?

I just thought he'd come around.

See what we'd be together, but...

that night on the Cap Michelle,

he said I should get some counselling,

that I had things I needed to work through.

That he wanted me out of his life.

And how did that make you feel?

Angry? Frustrated?

I know I need to sort myself out.

But I swear

I wouldn't kill him.

I couldn't.

Darlene spoke with Miriam Sworder.

She was as surprised as we were

when she found out the professor's
scooter was up at Cap Michelle.

She didn't even know it was missing.

So neither her nor her
husband put it there?

- Anything in it?
- Erm...

There's this.

But it's probably nothing, right?

If we accept that one of these four
suspects killed Professor Sworder,

we still have no idea how
he or she could have done it.

Well, there were three
other witnesses present

when the killer pushed
Professor Sworder from the cliff.

And I refuse to believe that
that could have happened

without at least one of
them hearing something.

A cry for help, the sound of a scuffle,

a scream as the poor man fell to his death.

I mean, that's what you do if
you fall to your death, right?

You scream.

Unless he didn't actually fall.

Erm... But he did, sir.

I mean, we found him at
the bottom of the cliff, dead.

No, I know. I know
that, but what if he didn't

actually fall?

Not then, anyway. I have to be honest, sir.

I have no idea what tree
you're barking up right now.

It's the only feasible way a
man could be killed in plain sight

of three witnesses without any of
them realising what was going on.

There's this.

She went to the pay
phone, we jumped in the car.

Anything of interest in here? Empty.

The scooter is registered to
Professor Bertrand Sworder.

Ha!

Marlon, Darlene; Can you
get over to the courthouse?

We're going to need a search warrant.

What is it you need searching?

Somewhere we didn't even know existed.

All of the evidence in
this case initially pointed to

Professor Bertrand Sworder's
fatal fall being a suicide.

All the evidence, that is,

apart from this.

Professor Sworder kept this crossword

because he was confident that
he would not in fact die that night,

even though that's exactly
how it would have appeared

to the rest of you, because, you see,

Professor Sworder had come up
with a plan to fake his own death.

Why?

Because he had no desire
to face the humiliation

of being exposed as a plagiarist.

Or to give up the riches he earned
over the years off the back of it.

That's why he came up with
a plan to stage his own suicide

and then go into hiding until
he could begin his life anew

in another part of the world.

It's also why he transferred
his whole estate into a trust

where no-one except his
wife would be able to get to it,

because we now know that
Mrs Sworder was in on the plan

with her husband from the very start.

This is all nonsense.

All of it!

It's not nonsense, Mrs
Sworder. We have the evidence.

My DS and I just searched the
clifftops again, except this time,

a little further along from
where you were all sitting.

You know what we found?

Two holes in the ground
a couple of feet apart.

And...

this climbing anchor. We believe
a rope ladder was fixed there

the night of the murder by
Professor Sworder himself.

A rope ladder? Yes.

Because, you see, Professor
Sworder didn't actually fall to his death.

Well, not at first, anyway.

The afternoon of the Great
Occultation, Professor Sworder

drove to Cap Michelle on
his scooter and left it, hidden.

From the scooter's top box,
he removed the rope ladder.

He then proceeded to the
clifftop to secure the rope ladder

a safe distance away from the edge
from where you'd all be gathering,

not to be seen. He then
headed back to the car park

where Mrs Sworder was already parked up.

There, they both waited for the rest
of you to arrive for the main event.

Now, it was during the
three minutes and 12 seconds

of the conjunction eclipse,

while the rest of you were
transfixed by what was

happening in the sky, Professor
Sworder left his telescope...

walked out of sight to the rope ladder,

made his way down to the beach.

He then headed back over
to the area directly beneath

where you were all sitting
and there he lay down

on the rocks as if he'd fallen,

so that when you went searching for him,

and saw him lying down there,
you would assume the worst.

Over here!

We know it was you, Miss Blake,
who went to phone the police

while Mr Kirmani and Mr
Herbert drove to the harbour

to arrange a boat to
travel back to the beach.

Now, we think that Mrs Sworder
probably subtly encouraged

you all to do these things

because she and Bertrand
needed time alone for him

to get back up the rope ladder.

What on earth was he
going to do after that?

Well, the plan, we think, was
for him to then use the scooter

to make his way back here to the villa,

so that when you and Mr
Kirmani arrived at the beach,

you would assume that his body
had just been washed out to sea.

And Mrs Sworder, of course,
could confirm this and claim

that she'd seen the whole thing happen.

Meanwhile, once back home,
Bertrand could hide himself away.

Well, until the dust settled.

It's pretty dusty in here, sir.

Until the dust settled!

See, it was the dust that
got me thinking, Mrs Sworder.

That and the two filing cabinets
placed next to each other

that had absolutely nothing inside them.

Inspector, Sarge.

Just as you suspected.
We found the rope ladder.

You know, Mrs Sworder,

if there is one thing guaranteed to
make me sneeze, it's plaster dust.

Which was deposited all over
the study, having been used

by Bertrand to build a wall
to create the extra room.

The filing cabinets placed
there to hide the entrance.

So, that was the plan,

as originally conceived for
Professor Bertrand Sworder

to fake his own death.

But that's not exactly how it played out.

Is it, Mrs Sworder?

Because when Bertrand
climbed his way back to the clifftop,

you must have called him over to you.

This is it. This is our
chance to start all over.

So, now, he's standing
on a clifftop, directly above

the exact spot in which he'd
been seen a few minutes earlier.

And that is where you
pushed him over the edge.

Argh! Argh!

You must have then hurried down to
the beach to make sure he was lying

in roughly the same position he'd
been seen a few minutes previously.

And then you came back to the
clifftop, gathered the rope ladder,

and hid it in your car,

before bringing it back here
to hide in the secret room.

Why?

Why did you do that to him?

Because he broke her heart, Miss Blake.

"I know if Miriam is to
love me like I love her,"

"I need to make something of myself."

He knew he had to present
to you a man who was...

Who was going to be a somebody.

That's why he stole Mr Herbert's discovery

about The Great Occultation and
then wrote this whole book about it.

And it worked. I believe you
really did fall in love with him,

with the great Professor Bertrand Sworder.

And that's why when he had to come to you

and admit that this successful
man that you'd fallen in love with

was nothing more than a
fraud, I think, in that moment,

you felt that your whole marriage,

the last 40-odd years of your
life, has been nothing but a lie.

When I saw him climbing
over the edge of that cliff,

he looked so pathetic.

And I hated him.

And I couldn't stop myself.

Miriam Sworder,

you're under arrest for the murder
of Professor Bertrand Sworder.

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

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something which you
may later rely on in court.

Probably nothing.

To Darlene, congratulations on completing

your first case as an officer.

And you know? I couldn't have had
a better team-mate supporting me.

Ah, back at you, Trainee Officer Curtis.

Oh, and before I forget,

Eddie Marlow said to give you this.

- His phone number.
- What?

Well, once he found out
you wasn't actually married,

he said if you fancy a drink once
gets out of prison, give him a call.

Why on earth would he think
that I'd want to go out with

a good-for-nothing pickpocket
like himself? Hmm? -Ok.

But never say never, though.

Inspector?

Oh! Sir!

I know you've been trying to get hold of me

over the last couple of days.

I've had some personal matters
to attend to. -Yeah, no problem, sir.

- I understand.
- Neville. For your date with Sophie.

Oh! A little liquid aphrodisiac.

Merci, Catherine.

Erm... Much appreciated.

Evening, Selwyn.

- Catherine.
- How's everything?

Have you thought any more about Andrina?

I've written to tell her I
need more time to think.

That way, if nothing else,
at least I'm being honest.

Wait, wait.

You organised an after
school board game club? -Yeah.

Every other Tuesday, four till six.
What can I say? I like board games.

And you had a stamp collection?

Yeah, but I was a kid.

- You still have an actual telescope.
- No, no.

You are at least as big a
nerd as I am. At least! -All right.

Maybe. Definitely.

So, don't laugh at me,

but

I've never really done the
holiday romance thing before.

Uh... Well, I guess I haven't, either.

But...

Is that what this is, then?

I mean...

I'd enjoy spending some more
time together while I'm here.

But it is only ten days.

Is that going to be a problem?

Well, we're both intelligent human beings,

who know what they're doing.

Right?
I mean, I am! I can't speak for you.

If you don't see a problem,

and I don't see a problem,

then...

Then that's sorted, then.

Yeah.

The police are here.
They're looking for Kit,

he was supposed to
be in court this morning.

- Preppers?
- People who make preparations to try

and survive a global
disaster or catastrophe.

We've got a dead body,
Inspector. So, he died in the bunker?

This doesn't end well for us, does it?

You've decided you want
to apply to be a sergeant?

Is there a problem, sir?

Are you and Sophie still going
jet-skiing this evening? -Oh, man!

- This, I have to see!
- Why would they need guns like that?

- She's coming this way, Sarge!
- Step away, now!

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