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You all don't know how lucky you are, you know.

Solly hasn't stepped foot on stage

for 10 years.

Amazing!

Where's the Chief? I don't want him to miss this.

-He said he had to get some air.

You're going to miss the show.

Yeah, wouldn't that be terrible?

You know, they say that a man who doesn't love music

doesn't love life.

-They took my money. -Oh, come on.

Dwayne will have a coronary if you miss this.

Think of it as a team-building exercise.

Richard, come on!

Ah, Chief, you're just in time.

Well, this is fun.

Don't spoil it.

Look, there he comes!

Any minute now.

Sorry, what is it we're waiting for?

The singer, Solly, bursts out from the coffin.

-It's showbusiness.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The one, the only...

-Solomon... -Any minute now.

Solly!

It's a trick. Just wait and see.

It has to be.

I thought you said it was showbusiness.

Okay, Honore Police. Move back.

Thank you. Thank you. Move back.

Convenient, really, having your

own coffin ready and waiting.

Blood grouping shows he was definitely killed inside it,

close-range gunshot wound. We should have

the area searched,

see if anyone discarded the murder weapon anywhere.

-Well, no, no.

That would be highly unlikely.

Or not. Have Dwayne run it for prints.

Obviously didn't work, then.

It's, um...

strange the way he's been laid out, isn't it?

With his arms folded.

At rest, in repose.

You don't do that unless you have

a connection with someone.

Whoever did this must have known him,

cared about him, maybe even loved him.

They've got a funny way of showing it.

I've been waiting for this day for 10 years.

For Solly to die?

No, no. For the band to

get back together.

I played with other groups since the split

but when Curtis, Eddie and Solly was out there,

whoo! It was magical.

Why did the band break up the first time?

-I don't know. -You must have some idea.

No, I just hit the keys, I avoid all that stuff.

Couple of months back, Eddie, the bass player,

called me up and said Solly had finally agreed to

do some new shows.

Some shows?

So, this wasn't just a one

Eddie had big plans for us.

Back in the studio. Back on the road.

Would have been fun.

When was the last time you saw Solly?

Backstage, just when we went to get ready.

Just make sure you boys can keep up with me, okay?

Explain the coffin to me.

Solly's thing.

Fifteen minutes before the show, he goes out and

gets into the coffin,

pulls the lid and waits there to be taken onto stage.

And he went in there alone?

Nobody was allowed. Solly was very

strict about it.

You could set your watch to it,

15 minutes.

Some things never change, I guess.

Fifteen minutes, fellas. He'll be getting

in there right now.

We were all backstage together,

Solly away on his own.

The rest of us finally able to relax

and have some fun.

You see, when we first started out,

we were good, we were solid.

But nobody came to see us.

We were just another band. We didn't stand out.

So, you came up with the coffin as a stage gimmick?

Solly did.

You can say what you like about the guy,

but he was a genius when it came to

that side of things.

Played out the whole mystical angle.

Telling the press that he slept in it,

that that's where he got his voodoo force.

It had been 10 years since we were out on stage.

So, I guess he needed his time now more than ever,

to get into character,

to do the things the way he always did.

I didn't believe a word of it. Not then, not now.

The coffin, the whole 15 minutes alone.

-He didn't need it.

I think he just wanted to make sure

that we knew he was the boss,

he was better than the rest of us.

So, there was some resentment in the band towards him?

We spent years working hard to sell records,

to make him famous.

But the more popular we got, the more Solly got distracted.

The drinks, the party, the women.

Threw away his career, all our careers.

So, yeah, you can say there was some kind

of resentment, yes.

Sorry, do you think you can put that

thing elsewhere

while we talk to you?

-It's just a little distracting.

-I am an ophiophilist.

It means I am fond of snakes. Smart creatures, very loyal.

-Even so. -You rather I just

let her roam free?

Whoa! It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

So, quarter to nine, Solly goes to his coffin to

prepare for the show.

Where were you?

With the rest of them, backstage,

ready to go on.

I wasn't sure about the comeback.

Old wounds.

But there's no denying it, building up to

that 9:00 show time,

boy, it felt good to be back.

When the band start playing their first number,

it's your job to make sure the coffin appears on stage.

Two minutes into the music, I go backstage

to get the coffin.

Ready, Solly?

Didn't know anything was wrong till I opened it up.

So, you're the only one who had access to Solly.

Officially, yes.

And where were you during the 15 minutes

of his alone time?

Well, I was onstage, checking out the equipment.

You can ask anyone at the bar.

And as far as you know, nobody went to see

him during that time?

Solly would have torn them off a strip.

But Solly being Solly,

there could always be exceptions

to the rules, like that girl.

-I didn't know her name.

She's been around for a week or so,

said she was a photographer.

Pretty little thing, early 20s. Solly was

obviously very fond of her

because he didn't shout and scream

around her

like he did at everybody else.

She even stopped by to see him earlier this evening.

Right. Do you remember what shoes she was wearing?

Any distinctive features?

You know, plain shoes or something

a little more ostentatious?

Quite a pronounced heel, maybe blue

flowers on the front?

I didn't realise you were so interested

in women's fashion.

I'm not. I'm simply trying to establish what kind of

shoes she was wearing.

Hmm. I see.

NEVILLE: Shoes are shoes, man.

And with a smile like that, wouldn't you

focus on her face?

That couldn't have been easy for his wife,

Solly running around with a younger girl.

Nothing Solly ever did was easy on other folk.

So, you're seriously telling me

you weren't jealous of him

spending time with a younger, prettier woman?

Which is what I would be asking

Avita Jackson,

if you hadn't let her leave!

Sir, she was crying. She had just lost her husband.

No, no, no, she hadn't lost him,

he was murdered.

Which is all the more reason to keep her here.

Okay, Chief, I screwed up, I know.

Right. Avita, the wife.

Eddie, bass player, architect of the comeback.

Curtis the guitarist,

Renward the keyboard player

and Neville the roadie.

Each one has an alibi for the time of the murder.

Two questions.

Who was the mystery lady with pretty shoes?

Yes, but also...

Why a gun?

-There are better ways, quieter.

-Exactly.

-Ah! Just what we need.

On the table, please.

Seen this?

Mmm-hmm. A woman with impressively

large breasts.

No, here, look. A pendant round his neck.

Oh, so the killer took it off and placed it in his hands.

Okay, great. Why?

I don't know.

DWAYNE: Um, good to go, Chief.

Do you want me to clear some space

in case you get the urge to kick off your

shoes and dance?

It is important that we profile

the victim.

Family, friends, colleagues.

In Solly's case, we have the added benefit

of being able to learn about him from his own words,

his own songs.

Understand the man and you'll

understand the murder.

On second thoughts, Dwayne,

perhaps it would be better

if you listened through it and transcribed the lyrics for me.

No need.

Solly sang about two things, monsters and women.

Well, there were some pretty

weird-looking individuals

at that show of his,

but I think we can rule out any of them

being actual zombies.

So, what did he say about women?

Solly sang about being a bit of a playboy.

You know, man the hunter, women the prey.

Every girl a flower waiting to be plucked,

an uncharted map to be explored.

Yeah, we get the picture.

Although, strictly speaking,

there's no such thing as an uncharted map.

The whole point of cartography is to illuminate the unknown.

-It's poetry. -You have no

romance in your soul.

Either way, I think we can safely say Solly had an eye

for the fairer sex.

Oh, Solly had his fun, all right.

All over town.

Despite being married.

For 20 years.

And seeing as certain members of the service

saw fit to let her slip away yesterday,

perhaps now we should see what the wife has

to say for herself.

RICHARD: Mrs Jackson?

Mrs Jackson?

Sorry for disturbing you.

You, uh, thinking of leaving?

-I'm Detective Inspector... -I know who you are.

I understand this is

a difficult time for you...

Would you mind if I saw your shoes?

Yes.

-Won't take a second. -They are on my feet.

And there's another pair by the door.

Thank you.

Is there a another item of clothing

you'd like to see?

No.

No, although I do notice

you're throwing away those that belonged to your husband.

There's no reason for me to hang on to them now.

You don't seem very upset.

Would you rather I was weeping and wailing on your shoulder?

Am I sorry he's gone? Yes.

Do I miss him? I don't know yet.

Am I going to sit here and dwell on it?

I have too much to do before I go back to St Lucia.

Solly's wake to organise and grief isn't

going to help that.

-At the time of his death... -I was backstage,

watching his bandmates act like

the little kids they are.

Do you know of anyone that might have

wanted him dead?

I know people who didn't like him,

but to kill him?

We suspect the murderer might be someone he knew,

someone close to him.

Are there any brothers, sisters, children?

Solly was an only child.

And as for having little ones...

I thought about it, cried about it,

but he wasn't interested.

Although the other day, the man looks

round at me and says,

"It wouldn't have been the end of the world."

That was Solly. Just when you think

you've figured him out,

he'll find a new way to mess with your mind.

This pendant he wore, did it have any particular

significance for him?

Just voodoo tat, it's probably worthless.

Scrape away the obi makeup, the costumes,

the whole silly act,

when he started singing, he could break your heart,

if he wanted to.

I'm sure he got a lot of attention.

Certainly, his music paints him

as something of a womaniser.

Solly was a go out, stay out sort of man.

If he came home before sunrise,

I never saw it.

And what he did when he was out there,

I never asked, I never wanted to know.

There was a girl seen hanging around this past week.

Do you know her?

I saw her.

Okay, let's give Solly his space.

Come on. Let's do this.

GIRL: Smile.

Do you think he was having an affair with her?

Do you think I want to answer these questions?

-Sir... -I'm sorry, I know it's hard

but I have to ask.

I don't know.

Nevertheless, the prospect of a comeback,

many more shows, many more crowds,

many more women.

The thought of that must have made you very unhappy.

Unhappy enough to kill him, is what you mean.

I'm simply trying to establish your state of mind at

the time of the murder.

Oh, is that what you're trying to do?

You should watch your tone with the lady.

Avita.

This is a murder investigation,

we have to follow all leads.

Her husband died yesterday.

She was with the rest of us when Solly got...

When he passed away.

We were all together, no matter how many

questions you ask.

I am so sorry.

What?

We think Solly was killed by someone

close to him, right?

And yet, everyone close to him has an alibi.

The gun in the coffin, the body in the pose,

the pendant in the hand.

There's got to be a reason behind all these things.

Which is?

Well, I don't know, I'm just saying.

-Oh, I thought you had something.

-No.

Oh, never mind.

Ah!

Show me the pendant, the one that was

found in Solly's hands.

-Yes.

See, just like these ones, right?

In the early albums.

Then in the last few, early-to-mid-'90s,

he switched, look, to silver.

-Yes, but when he was killed...

-Back to gold again.

-It's got to be significant. -Bad news.

Tried tracing the gun, came up with nothing.

No serial number, no leads. Sorry, Chief.

And what about our mystery girl,

anything on her?

-Sorry, Chief. -Yeah, great.

Well, keep hitting the street, asking people.

It's not as if she's just going to

walk in here and say...

WOMAN: Hello!

-I'm Michelle Bouchant.

I hear you've been looking for me.

RICHARD: Yes.

I'm Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

-You have nice shoes. -Thank you.

Very nice, distinctive.

So, you met with Solly a few times.

I was doing a photo assignment on him.

For a newspaper or a magazine?

Freelance.

You're not local?

No. Well, sort of, my mother was.

We moved away when I was young.

And where were you before the show started last night?

I was just at the venue, waiting for it to kick off.

RICHARD: Didn't leave at all?

No.

May I?

There was obviously more between you and Solly than

a photo assignment.

Thank you.

Too pretty.

So, you weren't at the venue when the band came on stage.

No.

Sorry, that wasn't a question, it was a statement.

See, I know you weren't. You were outside, crying. Why?

Sorry, you know the why part,

that means it's a question I'd like you to answer.

I was just stressed.

Hmm Because of what, work?

Yes.

Of course, yeah, your photo assignment.

You can see for yourself.

RICHARD: Not bad.

You have a decent eye.

You also have a silver pendant that Solly wore round his neck

up until his death.

So, if you have his pendant, you must have been

very close with him.

No, I only met him last week.

-Yes.

Same year the album covers show the pendant

changing from gold to silver.

He gave the gold one away, didn't he?

To your mother.

Yes.

Solly was your father.

One for him and one for her.

They had swapped.

He gave her the gold pendant, he kept the silver one

and you switched them back when you killed him.

What?

No, I didn't. Didn't switch them

or didn't kill him?

I... I didn't kill him.

Then why switch the pendants?

It seemed only right.

To give him back the one that she had kept for so long.

So, you admit to being there?

I went to wish him luck before he went out there.

He was so excited about doing another show.

Two months back, I didn't know

anything about my father.

Name, face, nothing.

Then my mother, she gets sick.

She died.

Twelve days ago.

I came here because I didn't know

where else to go.

I thought I had no other family.

Did he mention any one at all?

Anyone who might have had a motive to kill him?

He wasn't killed.

That's what hurt the most.

I just found him.

And he said it made him feel complete.

And then for him to take his own life.

I knew he'd be worried about the comeback,

about whether he could still wow the crowds.

But I never thought he'd do this.

Solly, no.

I should have run.

I should have got help, but I didn't.

I couldn't let them find him, not like that.

Solly had said to me that when he went out,

he wanted to be doing what he loved,

out there, onstage.

I just watched my mother pass away

in some anonymous hospital,

surrounded by people she didn't know.

I wasn't going to let that happen

to my father.

As wrong as it was...

it was also right.

Out there, onstage.

One last show.

The gun, the arms folded, the pendant.

All accounted for.

Uh, we'll need to keep the camera.

The photographs are potential evidence.

And the pendant.

I just don't believe it.

Chief, all the evidence.

Not to mention everyone close to him,

everyone who loved him,

has a cast-iron alibi.

Something's not right.

Hello?

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

No, only Solly's.

CAMILLE: I know you're disappointed.

His little mystery's solved already.

Have they run a gunshot residue analysis on

Solly's hand and clothes yet?

No.

Make sure they do it.

Holding a gun is not as same as firing it.

As far as I'm concerned, this case isn't closed yet.

Work to be done.

I don't suppose you could put that in some sort of...

Never mind.

Come on.

Yeah. I could sing.

Since when last did you sing?

In the shower.

Just...

Solly gets offed

and then there's you,

all of a sudden wanting to be lead man.

No. -Him not saying nothing.

I want to know what Eddie means.

Hmm? Are you suggesting I had anything

to do with Solly's death?

-Thanks. -Good night.

-Hi.

They tell me this is the best place

in town to get a drink.

They tell the truth.

Might I recommend the planter's punch?

That's the most expensive drink on here.

Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.

I almost wished I never met him.

Did he upset you?

He hurt my mother a lot. And...

-I guess I was looking forward to...

No.

Just...

making sure he understood what he'd done.

It doesn't matter now, does it?

Ah.

Not going to happen. It's over.

Not quite over.

The investigation is still open.

We are not quite convinced it was suicide.

But if it wasn't...

Do you think you'll find out who did it?

We'll do everything we can. And I know DI Poole

won't sleep until he's found out the truth.

I warn you. I'm armed and...

Well, I'm armed.

DWAYNE: Somebody doesn't like you.

RICHARD: Indeed.

An ophiophilist.

Someone who loves snakes.

Try and keep up, Dwayne.

Ah, Curtis the guitarist.

You think it was a warning to stay away,

stop the case?

We'll find out in the morning.

Do you want some company tonight?

In case they come back?

That's very kind but, um...

Just to warn you, I do snore.

Now, I don't mind sleeping on the sofa

but I am told I'm very loud.

I'll be fine.

You sure?

Oh, it was worth it, you know.

Just to see those pyjamas again.

-Of course.

Only, you did seem a little shaken last night.

No, not at all.

It's just an Englishman never likes

to have his sleep disturbed.

I've got something that will make

you feel better.

Gunshot residue report.

No sign of Solly having fired the gun.

-Correct. -I knew it.

Well, I suspected it.

So we can definitely rule out suicide.

Solly's death was murder.

I think we should...

Oh, wow! Very immature. I'll have word

with whoever did that!

There's only you and me here.

Well, I'm sorry, sir. You were saying...

Ask Curtis about his snake.

And why it ended up in my bungalow.

-Yeah.

Ah, well, there is the house of a man

who ran out of money.

Better be careful.

Don't know how he'll react when cornered.

Curtis James?

This is Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

What do you want?

Do you mind if we see your snake

for a moment

Not particularly.

She's been missing all night.

I've been searching for her everywhere.

Sorry about the mess.

Been going crazy

trying to find my girl.

Wait a minute.

How you know she was missing?

Because somebody placed it in my bungalow last night.

You find her

-Yes, but that's not really the point.

-Oh!

-No, no, no. -Oh, thank you!

-Thank you very, very much. -You don't understand.

It was deliberately placed in my home.

A dangerous animal.

Reptile, not animal.

And I have a licence. Somewhere.

You're still failing to understand.

Look, under the circumstances, your animal...

Your reptile was used to threaten a police officer.

What, are you going to arrest me?

But I haven't done anything.

Well, that remains to be seen.

But she's safe, right? My snake.

Definitely okay?

This woman in this photograph.

Is that Avita?

You seem close.

We were.

We better go upstairs where you can get

a little breeze.

You seemed very bitter about Solly

when we spoke to you,

even after you discovered he'd just died.

We were in a band.

Him and me were family.

And it didn't mean I liked him.

Because of how things turned out with Avita?

When I met her, she wanted to be a singer.

I had just joined Solly's band.

She used to do the odd show with us, you know?

Two of them out front, singing away, tearing it up.

I didn't see it coming.

I was blind.

You never got over her.

Have you seen her?

Right. I think we've established

that you like her.

So, in a way,

everything's worked out for you.

All right, let's say I did it.

Say it's me killed him, yeah?

What would you do next if you was me?

Act normal.

Go about my business or be a little sad,

you know, in mourning.

Would you drive to the investigating

officer's house

and put a snake, a snake, you know,

that was clearly tied to you, through his door?

If I was incredibly stupid, I might.

Do I seem incredibly stupid to you,

Detective Inspector?

I don't know you well enough to say for sure.

You might be.

Or maybe you think that someone else did it

and you're trying to throw me off the scent?

Like, uh...

-No.

She didn't do it.

You don't sound 100% sure.

All right, she was a little angry

with Solly, but...

Angry

CAMILLE: Because she found out he had a daughter?

Yes?

-She's a good woman.

No, you weren't, were you?

All those looks.

It's always been from afar, for so long.

Oh, I saw the way she reacted when you came

round to see her.

Like everything was all right.

Yes, as beautiful as this is, you're still

suspected of murder

and of threatening and potentially

harming a police officer.

Stop smiling!

RICHARD: Well, Curtis has motive.

Solly stole his girlfriend.

Never moves on, has to watch his friend

become a big star,

the woman he loves on Solly's arm.

CAMILLE: Well, if only he

didn't have an alibi.

I know.

Those 15 minutes Solly's alone.

I've checked all the witness statements,

the band, Avita,

all together.

Somebody's lying.

Yup, someone is.

You're in love with Curtis.

-What he means to say is...

You love Curtis, he loves you.

Does the fact that I'm recently widowed

not mean anything to you?

So, you're not denying it, then?

You don't think I know where this is going?

Curtis already phoned me

and he told me that he said I knew about Michelle.

A fact you failed to mention to us.

So now you want to know was I upset

Angry enough to kill him?

If you'd be so kind as to indulge me.

Yes, yes, no.

Did you still love Solly?

I don't know.

Do you think he was pleased to find out he had a child?

A daughter would mean responsibility.

We're talking about a man who used to burn his bills

when they came in so he didn't have

to deal with them.

Michelle seems to think he was happy.

People put a brave face on things.

But if he was nice to her,

Because he died before she knew

the man he was.

Or maybe she did see that side of him.

Poor girl.

Is now a bad time?

Not at all.

Nice to see you all together.

We just wanted to finalise the details

for Solly's wake.

Yeah, very conscientious.

We've known each other for 20 years.

What else did you expect?

It's natural they'd all come together

at a time like this.

There's something we're missing.

Got to be.

Maybe they were all in it together.

No. No, one of them would have cracked,

given something away.

Okay, so, Avita,

angry at her husband for the child he

never knew about.

Curtis, jealous of him for the years

stolen with the girl he loved.

Michelle, her mother left to bring her up alone.

And then there's the rest of the band. Will you please

turn this racket off!

-Sir. -I can't work with this...

noise!

You are being too hard.

It's a police station, not a discotheque.

No, not on Dwayne. On yourself.

Sometimes you just have to relax,

go with the flow.

Please tell me you didn't just say that.

I just mean if you loosen up a little,

you'll unwind, things wouldn't be so tough.

Yep.

Music, please, Dwayne.

-CAMILLE: Oh, come on, sir. -No, no, I need to loosen up.

I'm going to rip off all my clothes

and limbo under a desk!

-He was being sarcastic.

-So you want me to... -Yes.

-No. -Come on,

you've made your point.

This song.

The Serpent Suite.

It's the one they play when Solly comes

on stage, yeah?

Yes.

I need to hear the version they played on the night.

-This is it. -No, no, no.

No, no, this is the studio version.

I need the actual one. The live one they played

the night of the murder.

Unless you have a time machine,

that's going to be impossible.

Nothing is impossible. Fidel.

How you doing, Ricky?

Fidel, grab it. We'll take this.

God bless Solly.

You got any live stuff?

We're looking for a bootleg of last night's show.

No, no. Be illegal. We don't carry that.

Now, you and I both know that isn't true.

So, unless you want me to look for myself...

Shame the show ended early

the other night, huh?

Yeah.

Look, I think he's getting into it.

What, the music?

He can't help it.

Even if it only lasts a few minutes.

The rhythm gets to you.

-Not the Chief. -Not the Chief.

I mean, can you really imagine him getting on down,

dancing away to it?

-Yes. -I can hear you, you know.

In your professional opinion, on a scale of one to 10,

how would you class Solly's band?

A 10.

Keep good time

Rarely make mistakes?

I'd say never.

-Mmm.

'Cause that's not what I'm hearing.

Still, what do I know?

You are the big fan.

Now, let's see if they managed to hit

the right notes on this,

The Greatest Hits.

-At the market.

When we picked up the live one.

-That's right.

It came out yesterday.

Apparently, it's very popular.

Sorry. Excuse me. What do you think?

All his best tunes are here.

J-J-Jamboree.

Oh, Stick A Spell On My Heart.

And

No.

Oh, well,

apart from the fact that

even considering how fast digital production is,

the band would have had to be pretty focused to get

the CD burnt,

cover designed, printed,

packaged and distributed only one day

after Solly's death.

No, there's nothing else.

Fidel, well?

False alarm. Juliet thought she was going into labour.

Trapped wind.

You know, for a moment there,

I really thought the baby was coming early.

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's a time period in which you are expecting

the baby to arrive, yeah?

Right.

And all things going to plan,

that will happen.

Of course.

Okay, where's the rest of Michelle's photos?

-On my desk. -Okay.

Ah!

The drums start,

the bass comes in, the guitars,

the horns.

I have no idea what he's talking about.

-It's a metaphor. -Right.

I still have no idea.

It all starts to come together.

Separate pieces becoming one.

Fidel, one last job for you. You can meet us there.

-We have a wake to attend.

You know, timing is everything.

-Sorry!

If you could join us.

I just need to get everything ready for the wake.

It'll only take a minute.

Or 10.

Ten golden minutes,

the window of opportunity the murderer

used to kill Solly.

Taken by Michelle

at 8:34, according to the camera, on the night of

Solly's murder.

And yet, the dressing room clock

in this same photograph

says it's 8:44.

8:34 on the camera, 8:44 on

the dressing room clock.

Ten minutes.

Here's a photograph I took of

the dressing room clock

Same camera,

same dressing room clock.

And the time on the dressing room clock?

11:55.

And the time on the camera?

11:55.

Thank you, Renward.

Hmm. We were meant to believe that Solly died

in the 15 minutes

before he went on stage.

His alone time. But he didn't.

Because someone changed the dressing room clock.

Unknown to Solly, he got into the coffin

10 minutes early,

giving the killer time to do the job,

then slip away and join the others,

leaving no one any the wiser as to the fact that

Solly was already dead.

Hmm, that's interesting.

Now none of you has an alibi for the time of the murder.

So, who's the killer?

Curtis.

Broken-hearted, jealous.

Eddie.

All that effort put into the reunion and Solly still

ungrateful as ever.

Renward, the man who loved the band.

Cast out for ten years waiting on the whim of his singer.

Avita.

Many women would have walked away a long time ago.

No one could fault you for trying,

just as no one could fault you

for finally breaking when you found out

about the daughter.

Michelle, Solly walked out on your mother.

Didn't want to know, left her to

bring you up alone.

Can't have been easy.

-Everyone had a motive. -Uh, you missed someone.

-No. -Me.

Well, you didn't do it.

What was your motive?

No.

RICHARD: But you're not wrong.

I mean, you're not the killer, but you have hit

the big question.

Who stood to gain from Solly's death?

After all, the new CD is available

from all good market stalls and retailers now.

In fact, I checked.

And interestingly enough, it's going to make the

Caribbean charts next week,

top ten.

And why?

Because Solly is dead. Precisely.

As career moves go,

I understand it's one of

popular music's finest.

Did, um, Solly have life insurance?

He thought he was going to live forever.

Savings?

Surely a will?

So, he leaves nothing but the music.

And the royalties.

-No.

I just played guitar. All royalties go

to the songwriters,

which is Solly and...

Eddie.

Never going to commit to a tour, was he?

New album,

doubt it'd sell enough to cover the costs.

In fact, alive he was worthless.

One last show. One last payday.

It was you

who changed the time on the dressing room clock,

making Solly head off to the coffin early.

Fireworks were due to start around 8:35.

And so they did. Right on time.

Then there you were, making sure you were noticed.

If anyone was asked what time they saw you,

it would be the same time that Solly was alone.

You knew Solly better than anyone,

knew that he'd be in the coffin,

knew that you'd have time to shoot him,

make it look like suicide,

then be back with the rest of the band

before anyone realised,

ready to go on stage.

And everything was going to plan.

Neville would fetch the coffin just after 9:00.

He'd find it open, Solly dead.

Suicide. Tragic.

Another casualty of rock 'n' roll,

another legend born,

another album flying off the shelves.

You were so surprised when you saw

that coffin arrive,

you lost it for a moment, didn't you?

You should have been playing an A.

You played an E-flat.

So, I hit a wrong note.

-It's not a crime. -No, but murder is.

You love the limelight, you can't just sit back out

of the way, can you?

When you find out it's a murder investigation,

you plant a snake, trying to implicate Curtis.

A move not unlike your songwriting.

Brash, unsubtle, clumsy.

So clumsy you didn't even think

to wipe your fingerprints

off the dressing room clock when you changed the time.

That's right, got your sticky fingers

all over it.

I've got a top 10 album. What have you got, huh?

-You've got something else as well.

This.

Been wanting to do that for years.

Is there anyone in this band you do like?

Everyone will remember me.

This is the story.

You got a singer and a songwriter.

One's dead, one's a killer.

I'm a legend!

I don't know about that. You're just the bass player.

You think they could turn this down a little?

I just don't see why it always has to be so loud.

So you can feel the rhythm in your head,

your feet, your heart.

-No. -One song and it's a slow one.

-I do not dance. -You've got a good ear.

The only person who noticed that off note in the song.

Ears aren't feet.

Richard, it's what Solly would have wanted.

Richard!