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He's going to kill himself on that thing

one of these days.

Chuck a steak on, Phil.

One of your specials.

Black on the outside, still bleeding in the middle.

-Funny. -Come on,

man, it gotta be done.

Marky

-No, you didn't mention it. -Well,

-as Mark's going away tomorrow...

...after dinner I thought we could have

a little bon-voyage beer.

Oh, you mean get drunk and start

talking gibberish on the boat.

Hmm, are we invited?

Strictly boys only, I'm afraid.

Well, brothers only, actually, Phil,

no offence.

Can't think of anything worse than watching you two

-drinking yourselves stupid. -Well, that's what happens

when you have a brother who thinks he's still 18.

Better than being old before my time.

ABIGAIL: Children, please.

Benjamin.

-Coming up.

-You've got to, you promised.

-I will.

-Hey, look.

Look at the sunset.

-Morning, sir. -Good morning, Dwayne.

Where is the Inspector?

Uh, he should be here any minute, sir.

He sometimes has trouble getting through the market.

Well, Sergeant Bordey is still in Paris.

They've extended her course,

so she won't be here for another

day or two.

Yeah, we'll manage, sir. It's pretty quiet.

Good. Let the Inspector know and have him call if

there are any problems.

Yes, sir.

Extended her course. Right!

-Well. -Honore Police Station.

Yeah, go on.

Okay, um, well, try not to touch anything

and we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?

Okay.

Phil Owen, down at the marina.

Says someone's broken into his dive shed.

-That's the thing. Nothing.

Yeah, I found it like this when I came to

work this morning.

Hey, Ben! I didn't think I'd see you until noon.

-Mark and Ben had

a session last night.

-I don't think I'd be fit to dive.

PHIL: Well, it's hard to tell. I mean,

stuff's been moved about.

Look, I might find something gone later. But I need to fix

the door and the lock.

So, you need a crime number for the insurance, eh?

Yeah.

-Oh.

It's been a dream to run a dive school

my whole life.

Just be nice if it paid your rent too, eh?

-My head doesn't think so.

Right, let's get you written up.

DWAYNE: I think Mark had a bit too

much to drink last night.

You seen Benjamin?

I saw him dive off the boat but that was

a couple of hours ago.

Well, he's not back.

-His gear's still gone.

I'll call Abigail.

Abigail, is Benjamin with you? Oh. Um, no, it's just, um...

No, no, no, no. No, it's okay, don't worry.

Don't worry too much. I'll call you when

we find him. Okay.

-No.

He's not back from his dive.

Phil!

Over here!

Hello

Hmm.

Sir?

Sir?

Sir, you're burning up.

Two slices of corned beef, please, Doris.

-No. No,

I've just had one, thank you.

Okay, uh...

Fidel, where are you?

I'm with the Inspector.

He's got a fever. The doctor's with him now.

I'm down on the beach.

We just pulled a body out of the water.

Only, I don't think it was an accident.

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure who to call.

-Tropical fever.

-He needs total rest. -And chicken soup.

What's wrong?

Well, it's just if the Inspector is ill

and Camille is away...

-You and Dwayne can manage. -But that's just it.

Dwayne just called and they've recovered

a body from the sea.

-Oh. -Yeah, and the thing is

he thinks it's a murder.

Benjamin Lightfoot went diving from that boat over there

around 9:30 this morning.

When he didn't come back, the alarm was raised,

a search was made in the bay, and his body was

eventually found

over there by his boss's wife Alex

in around 10 feet of water.

So, why don't you think it was an accident?

Because even if you ignore an experienced

diver like Benjamin

drowning in 10 feet of water,

when we pulled him out, the air tank was full

but the air valve was turned off.

So someone turned it off and held him under water.

I can't see how it could be anything else.

-Okay, come on. -But what about

signs of trauma?

Yes, but it's a strange one.

He had this weird bruise on his chest.

But in a sharp rectangle, you know?

Nothing on the sea bed could have done that.

All right. But how can we even gather any evidence?

I mean, the crime scene is underwater somewhere.

I doubt we'll even be able to establish

an accurate time of death.

Okay, let's think.

What would the Chief do first?

Oh.

Well, um...

He'd pace up and down a bit, talking to himself.

Then he'd moan about the heat.

Then he'd tell me to do door-to-door enquiries.

Okay, then you do that

and I'll finish off this.

You've not touched your soup.

I'll get you a fresh bowl.

Sir.

What are you... No, no, but you're

not supposed to be...

No, I'm not telling you how the case is. No.

No. Sir, I'm hanging up on you now. I'm hanging up

on you now, sir.

Hey, Phil, is Mark on his boat?

Think so.

-Not brilliant.

Do you need to ask him questions now?

I'm sorry, but I have to establish

where everyone was

-when Benjamin was diving. -Oh, that's an easy one.

I was here with you. You were writing

up the break-in

-Yeah.

-ALEX: I was out in the water

Yeah.

Can either of you think why anyone

would want to kill Benjamin?

No, everybody loved Benjamin.

He could be a bit headstrong at times,

but it was part of his charm.

And he and Mark were definitely

on the boat last night?

Yeah, yeah. It was quite a night,

by the sounds of it.

Even heard them arguing at one point,

when I was locking up.

-I couldn't make

out what it was about,

but I heard Benjamin going off on one.

Yeah, but they were brothers. They'd been drinking.

It won't have been anything serious.

Okay. Thanks.

-Not much.

-Nothing.

Hello?

Yes, sir.

On our way, sir.

That was the Commissioner. He wants us back

at the station.

Dwayne, Fidel,

this is Detective Sergeant Angela Young.

-She is in

Sainte-Marie on holiday.

But when she found out about our problem,

she kindly volunteered to step in.

She will be your senior officer.

Until Inspector Poole or Sergeant Bordey returns.

Is that understood?

Make her as welcome as you can.

-Very pleased to meet you, Angela.

-Sergeant Young.

Camille?

No, it's Catherine.

Your mother keeps bringing me soup.

-Then you should eat it. -I can't tell her.

She does that thing.

With the eyebrows? And then the French thing.

He'll have to wear it back to front

or it will all pop out. Richard, can you hear me?

-It's Catherine. -I didn't order any cheese!

FIDEL: It was really good of you.

To give up your holiday like this.

We appreciate it.

Yes, well, once you've seen the rainforest,

waterfall and parrots

and sat on the beach, that's about it, isn't it?

I was bored by day three.

-There's lots of... -I want a statement

from the brother first. Call me when you're done.

I want to see the wife myself.

Ma'am. Uh...

Why don't you do that?

WOMAN ON PHONE: Sir?

Are you still there

Yes. I'm... I've, uh...

...got a credit card.

-Yes, we do.

Hello? You must have the wrong number.

I'm not supposed to be talking to you!

You need rest!

I can't imagine what it's like to lose a brother.

-I'm truly sorry. -Thank you.

We're just clearing a few things up.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. Well, you have a job to do.

DWAYNE: Benjamin stayed on your boat

last night, didn't he?

MARK: Yeah. Well...

It's not my boat. It's what I do for a living.

I crew boats.

This one belongs to a Brit and about once a year

I get to sail it back to the UK.

I was supposed to be leaving today.

That's why Benjamin was with me

last night.

It was a farewell drink.

Our last night together for a while.

Mark, did you and Benjamin have an argument last night?

Only, someone thought they heard

raised voices.

We were drinking. We were loud.

But if somebody was arguing, it wasn't me and Benjamin.

If you and Benjamin had been drunk,

gone to sleep very late,

isn't it strange he still went diving?

I guess. I would have stopped him, but he didn't even

tell me he was going. I heard the splash

as he went overboard. That's the first I knew.

I thought divers had to tell someone

when they go out.

They do. But Benjamin wasn't

very good at rules.

After he'd gone, what did you do?

Last-minute chores, getting the boat

ship-shape before I set off,

but when Benjamin didn't come back,

I started to get worried.

So I went to see Phil.

You know the rest.

So you've been on the boat since Benjamin was found?

I went to the house to see Abigail, his wife,

but she wasn't there.

So after that, yeah, I've been here.

So, if she wasn't there,

who told her about her husband's death?

-Distraught.

Did he tell us anything we didn't already know?

-Uh, not really. -This is

the wife's house, yes?

-Yes, ma'am. -Right, you come with me.

Freddie, you can go write up the brother's

statement for me to read

-when I get back. -Ma'am, it's...

Come on!

We're so sorry about your husband.

But we need to ask you some questions.

It's okay. I need to know what happened, so please.

Can I ask

where were you when your

husband's body was found?

I was here.

Oh, um...

only, it's just your brother-in-law Mark

told us he'd come up here to tell you the news

straight afterwards

and couldn't find you.

Well, Phil, Benjamin's boss,

rang earlier, said Benjamin

was missing, so...

I left soon after,

went down to the bay.

And that's when I found...

Can you tell us a little about your husband?

What kind of man was he?

He was, um,

perfect, you know?

And I loved him.

He was so looking forward to the birth and...

Maybe we should leave this for a while.

I do not appreciate being interrupted like that.

But she's seven months pregnant

and just lost her husband.

And our job is to find his killer, not offer

counselling to his relatives.

That does not happen again. Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Richard,

-Hmm...

-No.

We didn't have any homework today.

It had better not be.

-Hmm.

I'll be back later.

-Goodnight, Mum.

Young, red bandana.

-No. -Okay, thank you, sir.

-Nothing.

A few boats came into the harbour yesterday,

but no one saw a diver.

-FIDEL:

The brother's statement

is on your desk, ma'am.

There's a guy on one of the boats.

DWAYNE: No.

ANGELA: Then take Freddie and question him.

But drop me back at the station first.

You didn't hear Benjamin and Mark arguing.

How would you know?

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Oh, right, so we're telling each other

everything now, are we?

Just like the old days?

I've got no idea what you're talking about.

I saw you.

And him.

The looks, the little whispers.

Sneaking off in corners together.

-Don't treat me like an idiot.

That's what you said to the police,

isn't it?

"Everyone loved him."

But it wasn't everyone, was it, Alex?

It was you.

-Don't laugh at me.

Phil!

Phil, I love you.

I've never been interested in anybody else since

the day that I met you.

Especially not Benjamin. But I saw you.

Yeah, you saw us whispering, maybe even huddled

together in corners,

but not because we were having an affair.

What, then?

DWAYNE: So...

How long have you been in Sainte

-I arrived yesterday morning. -Mmm-hmm.

And how long do you intend on staying?

A few days.

You was watching us through binoculars.

Can I ask why?

Yeah, I heard about that guy, the one that drowned.

Well, I'm on me own on the boat all day.

You guys are the most exciting thing that's happened

since I got here.

Are you going to tell me there's a law

against being nosy?

Okay, sir, thank you for your time.

Pleasure. Thanks.

-FIDEL: Oh, um...

Danny Barber, native of Panama.

Here sightseeing for a few days.

There was something about him.

I don't know what, but I didn't like him.

-Then run a check. -I've got his

photo on the camera.

Shall I run it through the Interpol site

as well?

That's generally what I mean by a check.

All right, so I've read all these reports.

What software do you use to assimilate and

cross

-Where do you look

at all the evidence

in one place to cross

Oh.

-Yes, ma'am.

Great.

So, we have an experienced diver found dead in

10 feet of water,

his air tank turned off, strange marks on his chest.

-Not yet, ma'am.

The victim was drinking with his brother

the night before

and didn't tell anyone he was going out.

We got these pictures from Mr Lightfoot's employers,

Phil and Alex Owen.

-Well,

in every one of the photos when he's alive,

he's wearing a red bandana, yes?

But not when we found the body.

I used to see him a lot at the marina,

and he always wore a bandana.

I'm pretty sure he was wearing it when I saw him

jump off the boat.

No, I think it fell off in the water somewhere.

Only, the Inspector says that these little things

are usually important, so...

The Inspector isn't here, is he, Freddie?

I am. And I want little things that mean something.

Like an autopsy report, a time of death,

forensic evidence, witness statements

and a motive.

Call the lab, chase up the reports.

Then both of go through all the statements again

and find me a motive!

The boat guy?

I typed in his description, got a photo match.

He goes by a number of names.

Danny Parker, Michael Smith.

But his real name is Danny Fernandez and he's on

an Interpol watch list.

-Gun-running,

drugs, conflict diamonds.

So the passport he showed us, it must be a fake.

It would be quite something to make

an arrest this quickly.

Well, go and pick him up, then.

-Get down!

Stop! Police!

Endangering the life of a police officer.

And travelling under a false passport,

but mostly for the first one.

-I've done nothing wrong. -He tried to run, ma'am.

Thank you, Freddie.

Did you know Benjamin Lightfoot?

No, who's he?

You've been watching us all morning.

And you're locking me up for what, exactly?

Looking at you through binoculars?

DWAYNE: No, for travelling on

a false passport.

We're are locking you up until I find out why

you're so interested

in our investigation.

-He's definitely hiding something.

-ANGELA: I don't doubt it.

The question is does it have anything

to do with the murder?

Well, we've got lots of bits, but nothing that

links them together.

Well, like...

An experienced diver that drowns

in shallow water.

Bruises on his chest and...

international smuggler with a fake passport

and a missing bandana.

That's what the Inspector's really good at.

You know, putting things together

and making sense of them.

You spend a lot of time talking about this Inspector,

which, luckily, isn't annoying at all.

DWAYNE: Uh...

There's something we need to add to the list of things

that don't make sense.

The preliminary autopsy report just came through online.

And?

There was no sea water found in Benjamin Lightfoot's lungs.

Yes, he was drowned, but in fresh water.

Have you, um, got his case file?

Yes.

Autopsy report?

And the autopsy shows that he had only fresh

water in his lungs.

-Mmm-hmm.

Then he must have been drowned elsewhere

and then, um...

you know, his body dumped at sea.

Yes.

Mmm...

Mmm. Who was the last person to see him alive?

His brother and Dwayne.

Oh, yeah. Do we know what was stolen from the dive shed yet?

Nothing.

Why break in if you're not going

to steal anything? I don't know, but we

don't think it's connected.

So there's a break-in at the victim's place of work,

a short time later he's found dead

and it's not connected?

Well, Sergeant Young doesn't seem to think so.

Ah, yes, Sergeant Young. How is she?

-Yes, sir.

I wish Camille was here.

Look, it's vital we get to the bottom of the break-in,

could break open the whole case.

-Okay. -Oh!

And I've been thinking.

About your bandana, I think you're right.

It doesn't make any sense, it having fallen

off in the water.

He dived regularly wearing it

so the one time it falls away is the day he dies. Why?

The struggle, maybe.

Mmm, possibly.

I need to give it some more thought.

I can smell chicken soup.

The, um, plant pot beside you is full of chicken soup.

-It's Camille's mother. She's demented.

-Ooh!

She thinks chicken soup is some kind of wonder drug.

The new penicillin.

She's been force-feeding me.

Would you like me to remove the incriminating evidence,

sir?

Yes, please, Fidel, if you could.

I'd be most grateful.

Did you or your husband know a Danny Barber?

Who?

He's also known as Danny Fernandez.

I don't think so.

-He's a criminal.

A smuggler.

His boat is moored in the marina.

Benjamin never mentioned anyone called Danny.

Hmm.

And did your husband make regular trips overseas?

No.

In fact, I don't think he left the island since I met him.

Um, Abigail?

Sorry, but did Benjamin take a suitcase with

him to the boat?

Knowing Benjamin, I doubt he even

took a toothbrush.

It's just...that blue case up there...

I saw one just like it on Mark's boat.

Well, that can't be.

But they're a pair and only one is there.

His passport, ma'am.

If your brother was only staying with you one night,

why did he pack so many clothes and a passport?

You argued with your brother, didn't you?

You can either tell me the truth

or I can arrest you.

Dwayne, get onto Government House.

We're going to need a warrant to impound this yacht.

All right, wait. I'll tell you.

My brother was a gambler. He owed money.

Is that what you argued about?

He had no sense of responsibility.

He just breezed through life leaving the rest

of us in his wake,

clearing up the mess he left.

I'm not interested in your

brother's shortcomings.

I'm more interested in who he owed money to.

He didn't say.

Well, then why mention it at all?

Because he wanted me to bail him out,

just like he always did.

Marky-boy, I just need a few grand.

You'll get it back, promise. And where am going to get

that sort of money from?

You'll find it. You've done it before.

Not this time, huh?

MARK: I didn't have that sort of money,

so I told him I couldn't.

I wouldn't help him.

So why the suitcase?

He said I was his last chance. He was in serious trouble.

If he couldn't pay the debt, he'd have to leave the island.

His life was in danger.

From whom?

I don't know.

In your statement, you said you were about to

leave for the UK.

Did you agree to take him with you?

So that's it. If he owed money and had gambling debts

and we find out who he owed money to,

we'll find our killer.

Sorry, ma'am. But if you're going to kill someone for

their gambling debts,

do you really go to so much trouble?

Drowning them, dumping them at sea?

Then what's your theory?

-Uh, I don't have one. -I thought not.

Get onto the bank. I want details of his

finances, see how bad it was.

-They've

checked the shed again

and still can't find anything missing.

I'm not interested in the damn shed. That's not what

I sent you for!

Not what you asked me for.

You asked me to find out if they knew Danny Fernandez

and no, they don't.

They'd seen him in the marina before

but never spoken to him.

All right, so of all the people we've questioned,

who would Benjamin Lightfoot most likely be frightened of?

To fear for his life enough to run and leave his

pregnant wife behind?

-Danny Fernandez. -ANGELA: Exactly.

So, Dwayne, you do the bank like I asked.

Freddie, you go down to Danny Fernandez's boat.

I want it searched from top to bottom.

If there's any evidence linking him to Benjamin,

I want it found.

Chop-chop.

What are you doing out of bed?

Just, um, looking for chicken soup.

Oh, so you like it.

It's like an angel crying on my tongue.

Oh!

You seem stronger too, so it must be working.

Yes, yes.

We should alert the Red Cross, hmm?

We could rid the world of famine and disease in

a single stroke.

It'd be known in Brussels as the Chicken Soup Strategy,

no child will ever cry again.

I told her you were ill so she's on her way home.

She'll be here in a few hours.

You've missed her.

Well, I mean, that's...

That's to say, you know, the fact that she isn't here

is, you know, not ideal.

So in that sense, uh...

Why can't you Brits ever just say

how you feel?

-We can. -Go on, then.

Just say something.

Don't think about it first. You let it out.

Okay.

Your soup tastes like old socks

that have been marinated in diesel,

sprinkled with urine

and baked for three days covered in a sack

that's been used to wipe a donkey's backside!

Hmm!

No secret compartments on Danny's boat anywhere.

Or stashes of cash or contraband.

The only thing I found is a set of scales.

But no drugs.

No, the diving equipment hasn't been used for years.

The air tank's all seized up, the rubber's all split.

Okay. Mmm-hmm, I'll catch you later.

No problem.

Got the bank statements.

The full autopsy report came in.

The wounds on the victim's chest had tiny shards

of metal in them.

And there was a stone lodged in his oesophagus.

-That's not the only thing that's weird.

The Lightfoot account looks quite healthy

for someone who owed a lot of money.

But there are two transactions in there.

$25,000 paid into his account two weeks ago,

then taken out in cash the next day.

It was paid from an account held by Alex Owen.

FIDEL: You know, I don't get it.

Why would Alex Owen give Benjamin $25,000?

Well, he asked his brother for help,

why not his boss's wife?

Okay, but then why didn't she mention it?

I mean, 25,000 is a lot of money. You know what I

could do with that?

The other thing is he took the money out of

the bank in cash.

So it must have been to pay off his gambling debts.

-Maybe. -Not maybe.

Because when you lose money gambling, the kind of people

you owe the money to,

they don't like to take cheques.

Okay, well, then one thing still bugs me.

Only one?

He told his brother Mark that he owed money

and that if he didn't pay it off,

he feared for his life, right?

-Yet that was after Mrs Owen

had given him the 25,000.

So if he paid off his gambling debts,

the only other person he owed money

to was Alex Owen.

Said it was a one-off, it wouldn't happen again,

but he owed all this money,

he didn't dare tell Abigail because she'd kill him.

Obviously, I don't mean...

You gave him money to pay his debts off?

No, she gave all our savings to pay his debts off.

Every penny we had.

Why didn't you tell us this earlier?

Well, because I was trying to spare

Abigail any more pain.

It's all connected, isn't it? It's got to be to

do with his debts.

-After Benjamin was killed.

Now, don't get any ideas.

I'm not being cleaned out and being accused of murder,

not in the same week.

Did Benjamin ever say if he planned to pay you back?

He said he wouldn't rest until he paid

back every dollar.

-Yes!

Phil Owen has a fresh water vat

in his dive shed.

DWAYNE: True. I never thought of that.

That's why I'm a Detective Sergeant

and you're not.

-Shh.

There was clearly a struggle,

During which he'd have to be held face down

with some force...

which would explain marks on his chest.

As for the stone lodged in his oesophagus,

lots of stones on the seabed where the body was found.

The key is the money Benjamin owed, the money he

begged his brother for.

The only thing that makes sense is that

Phil Owen lied about not finding

out about the money

until after Benjamin was dead.

He'd then went back to get it. We know Benjamin

didn't have it.

So after a furious row, Phil Owen killed

Benjamin Lightfoot

by holding him under water in his fresh water barrel!

What about

the guy in the cells?

There's nothing that links

him to the victim.

Therefore, he's nothing more than a distraction.

It has to be Philip Owen.

FIDEL: Are you sure this is a good idea?

DWAYNE: Look, the Chief needs to know we're about

to make an arrest.

Um, Dwayne, one thing before we go in.

You've been feeding him information on the quiet.

But how did you know?

Because so have I.

Only I didn't bring a bag of fruit

every time I went.

FIDEL: Sir?

So, why are you here?

Uh, Sergeant Young is about to make an arrest.

We thought you should know.

Well, then, you must tell me who it...

He's done too much, he's wiped out.

We should leave. Let him sleep.

No, wait, he's back.

Mmm.

Where was I?

Oh, yes.

You were about to tell me who you think killed

Benjamin Lightfoot.

Yes.

Right, so, Sergeant Young thinks

it could only be one person.

That's what I believe, too.

It was Phil Owen.

-And he's gone again. -No, he's listening.

Taking it all in.

So Phil's the killer.

Well, we'd better arrest him for murder, then.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Perhaps you could help me get dressed.

Uh, Dwayne, drop us at the station

and then I need you to go and get a couple of things for me.

I'm not... I'm not dead yet, thank you.

At first sight, it was a baffling case.

Yet all it needed was dogged determination,

a little police work

and an instinct for the truth.

Hmm. In the final analysis, Benjamin Lightfoot's murderer

could only be one person.

The only person here with the means,

motive and opportunity.

RICHARD: I couldn't agree more.

Mark Lightfoot, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of your brother, Benjamin Lightfoot.

What? This is a madness. Philip, do something.

FIDEL: You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned something you

later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given as evidence.

Do you understand? Will someone please explain

to me what's going on?

Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

We haven't met but I've heard

a lot about you.

I apologise for the dramatic nature

of my arrival

but I felt compelled to drag myself from my sickbed to

prevent a grave injustice.

And of course to arrest Mark here

for the murder of his brother.

He can't be the murderer.

I saw him on the boat when Benjamin went diving.

And so did one of your officers.

Yeah, it was him.

No. You only thought you saw Benjamin that morning.

In fact, that's rather the point.

Did you tell your brother the real reason

you were sailing

for the UK that day or did he already know?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

RICHARD: I think you do.

You're a smuggler, Mr Lightfoot,

aren't you?

Once a year you sail that boat to the UK.

That's what you told my officers,

isn't it?

And you crew boats all over the Caribbean.

That's how you met Danny Barber, or Fernandez,

as we now know he is.

Or is it a coincidence that a suspected smuggler is in

the bay of Honore

the same day you're leaving for the UK?

Though as any detective worth their

salt will tell you,

there's no such thing as coincidence in a murder

investigation. Fidel.

The scales on Mr Fernandez's boat

confused us.

There was no trace of drugs, even in lab tests.

The drugs were only one of the things Mr Fernandez was

known to deal in,

the others being guns and conflict diamonds.

Like this one.

Found lodged in the oesophagus of the victim.

Uncut, so they still look like stones,

but easy enough to identify with a little basic research.

Uh, I was waiting on a lab report.

Once we knew what the stone was,

the rest suddenly made sense.

'Cause the way you got them through UK Customs was

really quite brilliant.

They weren't even hidden.

You're wrong. If those are diamonds, I have no idea

how they got there.

I think you're lying.

I also think that when your brother

discovered what they were

and tried to take some of them to pay his debts,

you pushed his head into the fish tank

and held him there.

No.

RICHARD: In his struggle to breathe, this stone became

lodged in his throat.

I can't be sure but it certainly explains

the shape of the wounds on his chest

and why there were metal shards

embedded in them.

Metal, by the way, not plastic,

as it stated quite clearly in the lab report, I believe.

It also explains the one thing you didn't consider

when you dumped his body into the sea,

why his lungs were full of fresh water.

Ah!

Mr Fernandez.

At the moment you're charged with possession of

a counterfeit passport

and illegal movement of conflict diamonds.

What you have to decide

is whether you want to add accessory to

murder to that list.

-Oh, so you do know him.

Question is will the jury believe you

when you tell them you're not a murderer?

All right.

It was his idea to use the catamaran, the fish tank.

He approached me.

I'll tell you everything.

I had nothing to do with the killing

of his brother.

I still don't understand. I saw him.

By the time you saw Benjamin go diving,

he was already dead.

You were forced to admit that you'd argued with your brother

the night he was murdered.

As you didn't know what had been overheard,

you decided to tell us the truth.

You didn't tell us what happened next, did you?

...a few grand. You'll get it back, promise.

And where am going to get that sort of money from?

You'll find it. You've done it before.

Not this time, huh? Not this time.

Come on, big brother, you know I mean it.

Just drink your drink, all right?

After a night of heavy drinking, emotions ran high,

tempers flared,

you started to fight over the diamonds.

Look at the diamond!

RICHARD: All those years of resentment, hmm?

A little brother who breezed through life,

leaving you in his wake to clear up his mess.

I doubt we'll ever know if you meant to kill your

brother that day.

But once you realised that you had, you knew you had to

dispose of his body.

And I have to say

your plan was ingenious.

The first part

was to get him into some of the boat's scuba kit,

then get his body onto the dinghy.

You thought it would look like a tragic diving accident.

After all, what else could it be?

Your first mistake was in not realising

that his lungs would be full of fresh water.

The second was in forgetting to turn on his air tank.

Once you dumped his body in the sea,

you came back.

It was you that broke into Phil's dive shed, wasn't it?

And now we understand why it looked like

nothing had been stolen,

because nothing had.

You simply needed a police officer there for the final

piece of the jigsaw.

You disposed of your brother's body at sea under

cover of darkness.

But in order to get away with his murder,

you needed to prove he was still alive.

So you impersonated him.

Making sure you put on one of his

trademark red bandanas.

Because in scuba gear, it would be hard to tell

two people apart,

let alone two brothers of a similar age and build.

Hey, didn't think I'd see you until noon!

DWAYNE: And as long as you spoke

through the snorkel,

you'd even sound the same.

I mean, why would anyone think anything

suspicious was happening?

At that stage, nobody knew anything

suspicious had happened.

You wasn't being clumsy when you dropped and

smashed that bottle,

you was cleverly proving that you were on that boat

after your brother had left it.

Good night?

DWAYNE: So how could you be the murderer?

The murder hadn't happened yet.

Your brother was still alive, or so everyone would think.

RICHARD: I asked Dwayne to pick up

not just the fish tank

but also to look through the trash

that you put out that day.

'Cause inside there was one clue that broke

the whole case wide open.

Benjamin had never appeared without his red bandana

before the day that he was murdered.

Why was that?

You see, that really bugged me.

Until I realised that you'd remembered to wear it

when you impersonated him that morning

but in your panic to dispose of the body, you hadn't.

So...

the bandana, the marks on his chest, the stone,

the fresh water in his lungs,

the break-in at the dive shed.

All the things that individually make no sense,

but when you put them all together,

they all add up to one fact,

that you murdered your brother Benjamin and disposed of

his body in the sea.

Lock him up, Fidel.

Mark, how could you?

He was your brother.

And I hated him.

My whole life I hated him and none of you

can understand.

You just laugh at me,

the brother who wasn't as cool or as interesting.

My whole life, people, they would run

around after him.

I run around after him clearing up his mistakes,

paying his debts,

letting him use me. But you never

saw that, did you?

Nobody noticed me.

My sincere condolences, Mrs Lightfoot.

And the suitcase?

All Mark. Intended to throw

us off the scent.

He must have packed it when he went to the house,

supposedly to tell you about your husband's death.

I knew he wouldn't leave me.

Sorry, is that what you were going to say?

You know damn well it wasn't.

Yes, I did know that,

but that's why I'm a Detective Inspector

and you're not.

FIDEL: So, we caught a murderer and an international

diamond smuggler.

That's a good day.

Yes, it is.

I'm not sure Sergeant Young was too pleased.

I'm sorry, but she wasn't very nice.

Don't worry, Freddie, she's gone now.

RICHARD: Uh-oh, that doesn't look good.

I have just got off a nine-hour flight

and what do I get?

Virtually, as the plane hits the tarmac,

my mother on the phone saying you've insulted her?

Well, I didn't insult her. It was more critique.

You said her soup tasted of old socks!

She told me to be honest.

When women tell you to be honest, it doesn't mean

they want you to be honest.

Well, what sense does that make?

It doesn't have to make any sense.

-We're talking about my mother.

-She was force-feeding me.

I could have reported her for aggravated assault.

-I grew up on chicken soup. -That explains a lot.

What is that supposed to mean?

FIDEL: Looks like things are back to normal, then.

DWAYNE: Amen to that.

FIDEL: Fancy a beer?

RICHARD: Well, it's clearly made you very argumentative,

for a start.

CAMILLE: I'm argumentative?

RICHARD: Well, excuse me, but while you were swanning

around in Paris,

I was solving a murder from my sick bed.

CAMILLE: From what I've heard, Dwayne and Fidel

did all the hard work.

RICHARD: Is all this really about your

mother's chicken soup?

CAMILLE: No, all of this is because you are a...