All language subtitles for Death In Paradise - S13E06 - Episode 6

Cheers. Here's to Mum.
Here's to my family.

I'm so sorry, I lost track of time.

Hi.

Oh!

Still can't believe this view.
I know. I mean, look at it.

Yeah, we have been.

I love this one.

Come on. Come on, up you get,
you boring old thing,

come and dance with me.

Gorgeous.
Mm.

Mum?

Cora? No, no, no. It's all right,
I'm fine. Don't fuss, don't fuss.

I'm starving
Me too!

You OK?
Perfect.

Dinner?
Yeah, come on.

Gorgeous.

Excuse me? Would you mind? A rare
sight, this, us in our glad rags.

My good side.

My good side is my back side.

Cheers, m'dear.

Oh, could you...?
Here you go.

OK?
Yeah, yeah.

Oh, the club card. Oh, Joe!
I'll, erm... Bag, bag, bag.

I'll see you down there.

I'll call the concierge
and tell them to come and get you.

Hello? Hi, is that the concierge?

Yeah.

Of course, sir.

You're welcome. Yes, any time.

There's one burglary in Bay Cove,
two bag snatches at the market

and about three desks' worth
of paperwork to process.

Thank you.

Missing Marlon? Just a bit.
Have you heard from him?

He's very pumped about Jamaica.

Says the girls there
are "off the charts",

but that his favourite two girls
in the world will always be us. Ah!

No rush, Darlene,
just whenever you can get to it.

How does next Christmas sound?

Oh, sorry. Yeah, that's a lot.
I was a bit distracted.

Evening.

Sir! I'm afraid I come
as the bearer of bad news.

The officer I hired to replace Marlon

has decided to stay on the Caymans.
Personal reasons.

It's all right, Darlene.
I'll stay late to help out.

Darlene, I can't tonight, I'm sorry.
Of course. You're meeting your ex.

Zoe. The catfisher.

What if she pretended
to be someone else

because she was nervous
to get in touch? No, no, no, no.

Her coming all the way here to see
him does not scream "nervous" to me.

Guys, guys, I don't think the
Commissioner's interested in this.

Oh, no... I am.

So, what did Zoe have to say
for herself yesterday?

It was Marlon's leaving drinks,
so it wasn't the time or place,

er, hence tonight, but, um...

I'll come in early tomorrow so the
workload doesn't become too much,

so long as something big
doesn't come in.

Honore Police.

We're on our way.

No, don't touch a thing.

That was the Arawak Hotel.
A tourist has been stabbed.

Cora Blyth, 67.

Arrived yesterday from the UK
with her husband Joe, daughter Holly

and Holly's husband Sam.
And she was seriously ill.

How serious is seriously?

Actually, Cora was dying.
Could she have done this to herself?

It doesn't look self-inflicted
from the angle of entry.

The postmortem will confirm.

All right. Darlene, walk us through
what we know. Around 6.30,

Joe helped Cora into the lift
nearest their room.

The housekeeper up there confirmed
that Cora was alone and alive

when the lift door closed and that
Joe immediately called the concierge

to say that she was on her way down.

The concierge says she took
Joe's call as the lift came down,

then the doors opened
and Cora was there, dead.

So how long from Joe's call
coming through to the lift arriving?

The concierge said 15 seconds.
Reception has CCTV, so we'll check.

Could the killer have got into
the lift on a floor in-between?

There isn't one. The Blythe' room
is on the first floor, one level up.

And, apparently, the lift
takes 15 seconds

to travel down a floor anyway,
so there wasn't time for it to stop.

Not even between floors
if someone pressed the alarm button?

No, it would have taken too long.

OK. We'll have to confirm timings
for ourselves, but if it all

checks out, that means Cora Blyth
was knifed in the heart

on her own in a moving lift
in 15 seconds.

All right, let's see what we've got.

The usual stuff.
Lip balm, tissues...

a personal alarm... and the receiver.
But why would she have

the alarm button and the receiver
with her at the same time?

Er, let's get these
all processed, please, Darlene.

You see that?
One of her nails is broken.

- What's happened?
- I'm really sorry.

Please, just wait there.

Hi. Hi. Are you Cora Blyth's daughter?

Yes. Why? What's wrong?

Murdered.

I just...

I can't...

Can I ask, what brought you all
to the island?

Um, Mum had a bucket list

of all the things
she wanted to do before she...

Sorry.

She said a trip to Saint Marie
was at the top from day one.

Did she have any enemies, anyone
who might have reason to hurt her?

A long list. You can check
with your colleagues back in the UK.

Cora was a barrister. She got a lot
of very serious criminals sent down.

Have you noticed anyone
following you recently,

seen anyone behaving suspiciously?

No, nothing like that.

Who took that photo?
The housekeeper, just before...

So you helped your wife into the
lift but then you left her alone.

I'd forgotten the club card. That's
how you pay for things around here.

Oh, the club card.
Oh, Joe!

Oh, God, I should have been with her.

Oh, gosh...

Sam, Holly, can you confirm
where you were at about 6.30?

I'd... I'd gone down to the pool
to go for a swim.

Was anyone else there? There were
some people sunbathing there.

They would have seen me.

I was jogging
with the hotel running club.

Is that where you ripped your top?

Oh, yeah, I guess so.

And the other runners,
they'll be able to vouch for you?

Oh, well, I don't think so. I...
I took a longer route on my own.

15 seconds. Hmm!
This backs up the concierge, too.

Look, you can see her
taking Joe's call...

and then...

the lift arriving.
I'll check the phone records,

make sure they match.
But, sir, did you see Joe's photo?

Cora's nails were all intact,

so that one nail could have
only broken off in the lift.

Look. Well, it's not there now.
Could it have got caught

on the murderer's clothes when
she was trying to fight them off?

But how did they even get into the lift?

Through that hatch?

They could have been lying
in wait above.

Climb in, stab Cora, climb out,

up the lift shaft onto the roof.
Hmm. Could you two

maybe give it a try,
see how fast you can do it?

Sergeant? What are you doing up there?

Come on!

It's, um...

Well, you want to give it a go?

Not in this skirt.

Go again. Quick, quick, quick.

29 seconds for me to get down
from the hatch,

stab the victim and climb up again.
Maybe faster with more practice?

Twice as fast, though?

Did the family mention
she was religious? No.

They also didn't mention that she
had a fortune hidden in here.

Let's check with the bank,
see what they know about it.

John's First Epistle.
"If we confess our sins,"

"he will cleanse us
of all unrighteousness."

Inspector, check out the bookmark.
There's something written on it.

This must be Cora's bucket list.

"Alexandria, Pompei, Venice,
War And Peace."

Notice anything weird about it?

Saint Marie isn't even there.

Exactly. But her family thought
it was top of the list.

Mm-hm. Darlene, first thing
tomorrow, could you do a sweep

of all the exit routes
and search the hotel bins?

Keep an eye out for Cora's nail. Her
killer's DNA could still be on it.

Will do.

Oh, and, erm, Inspector,

good luck with Zoe!

Wow. It's stunning.
Yeah.

When I bumped into your mum
last year, I couldn't believe it

when she told me you'd moved here.
The Neville I knew never would have.

Except he did.

Yeah. And then, when I read
your blog, I just...

I knew I had to get in touch.

But, you know,
exes, it's a bit awkward.

And then I thought, you know,
why not test the waters first?

Look, I am so sorry
for pretending to be someone else.

Talk about stupid!
Yeah.

Not as stupid as mixing up
Trafalgar and Waterloo

in the Northern Quiz League
semifinal.

That is a low blow, Parker.

You know that quickfire rounds
are my kryptonite.

So, apart from trying to redeem
your pub quiz reputation,

what else have you been up to
in the last few years?

Well, nothing as exciting as you.

Why don't we catch up
tomorrow night, over dinner?

Talk about life, useless trivia, stuff.

Sure. Yeah, I'll cook.

Wow! OK, you really have changed.

Ah! I presume you've come
to help search the hotel bins, sir.

You presume wrong.
But I may have a solution

to your excessive workload...
if you can handle it.

Morning.
Morning.

So, how was it with Zoe?
Good.

Maybe better than good, actually.
We're, er, having dinner tonight.

Oh! So, not only do we have to
work out who killed Cora Blyth

but also how they did it

when she was on her own in
a moving lift for just 15 seconds.

And why is Saint Marie
not on that bucket list

when the whole family claims
that's the reason they came here?

Is the postmortem in yet?

As expected, knife to the heart,
resulting in massive cardiac trauma.

The angle of entry shows Cora didn't
do it to herself. Murder weapon?

Steak knife. No prints.
But it wasn't from the hotel.

We'll check local restaurants.
What do we know about the Blythe?

Joe Blyth, an engineer, 64.
Lives with Cora in North Wales.

They moved there from London
when they had Holly.

I checked his phone records.
His call to the concierge

matches with the CCTV.
Well, still, he is the husband

and was the last person with her,
so... let's do a full set of checks,

see if anything could signal
a motive. And call Cora's solicitor.

What about Holly?

32, works for a charity.
Lives in Clapham in London.

Announced on her socials last month
that she is pregnant.

Oh! Her husband, Sam Portlake, 35.
Works part-time at a dog cafe.

It's a cafe where you go to stroke dogs.

Alongside that, he is studying
to be a veterinary nurse.

His alibi holds up. There were
some guests by the pool around 6.30

that saw him dive in.
So, Sam's a mature student,

Holly works for a charity.

Clapham's not cheap.
Where's the money coming from?

Is there something about this family
that just feels off to you? Well...

I went through Cora's phone.
Now, in the last few days,

she called Joe, Holly,
the hotel, a tour company.

Nothing unusual, except a message
she sent to Sam yesterday.

"Have you decided yet?"

Could just be where to go for lunch.
Except there was no reply,

and it's the only text she sent him
in the last month.

Most of her other messages
are in the family group.

It's Darlene. No sign of Cora's
nail, but she found something else.

It could be from Holly's T-shirt.
It was snagged on the fire escape

leading down from the roof.
So her top was ripped up there,

not out on a run. And if anyone
did climb out of a lift shaft

onto the roof, this would have been
their way out.

Everything all right, Darlene?

The Commissioner's found us a new
officer, and he's starting today.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Oh, er, Naomi, looks like
Holly wasn't out on a run

when Cora was killed,
so she had opportunity.

That's not all she had, Inspector.
The solicitor just called me back.

Cora was going to make a new will
as soon as she got home.

Joe still keeps the house,

but she wanted to leave
her savings to charity.

Who would have got them
in the original will?

Holly. Over half a million pounds.

And Cora just told the family
that was about to change.

Holly, we found this
caught on the fire escape

down from the hotel roof.
Is it from your T-shirt?

Yes, I was on the roof last night.

Why? To be on my own.
Done it twice now.

Just start a run, then sneak
up there. It's just, erm...

Well, the thought of losing Mum...

er... her never getting to
meet... my baby, er...

I just felt sad.

We've run some financial checks.
Your mum paid the rent on your flat,

but she also made several large
lump-sum deposits into your account

in the last year. Well,
she insisted. I never pressured her.

How do you mean, she insisted?
Having a baby has always been

the dream for us, me and Sam -
ever since we met, but...

it's been a struggle.
Mum went through the same thing

before she had me, so she wanted
to give us the best chance.

Paid for a top fertility clinic
and, well, it worked.

Then was it a shock when she wanted
to make a new will

without you in it?

Mum rediscovered her faith
when she got diagnosed, so...

Leaving her money to worthy causes?
Yeah, it made sense.

But you might lose your apartment, no?

What with a new family on the way?
Well, I'm due a promotion,

Sam's degree's almost done.
We'd have been fine.

Did you see anyone else on the roof
yesterday by the lift shaft?

Did YOU go anywhere near it?

No.

No, of course not.

We're just trying to get the facts.

Yeah, well, here's the most
important one. She was my mum.

OK? I'd never hurt her.
Not for money, not for anything.

What's going on here?
Is everything OK?

What's going on? Ah, Mr Blyth,
we're just clearing up a few things.

I actually have a couple
of questions for you both.

You OK?
Mm-hm.

Do you know why visiting Saint Marie

wasn't actually on Cora's bucket list?

We found it in her room.

No idea.
And were either of you aware

that she had $10,000 in cash
hidden in her bedside drawer?

No!

Why would she...?

Holly had a lot to lose
if Cora got back to England alive.

Yeah, but whoever killed Cora
must have been face-to-face with her

when they stabbed her. Could Holly
do that to her own mum? Over a will?

I mean, it's a lot.

I'll request UK police records, see
if there's any history of violence.

Yeah.

Good, you're all here. Ready
to welcome our new colleague?

Ready or not, here he comes.

Dwayne! Good to see you.

Chief!

Oh!

Commissioner. Meet
Detective Sergeant Naomi Thomas.

Ms Thomas. Welcome back.

And, of course, you already know...

Darlene, baby!

It's... It's Officer Curtis now.

Oh.

Yes, ma'am.
Where is Nelson?

I thought coming to Saint Marie
was his idea.

I told the old man I'd head over
first and get our place shipshape.

Then you told me the team was
on their knees without me,

so here I am, the full package.
My exact words were,

"We are one short
and you know the ropes."

Pot-ay-to, pot-ah-to. Let's go.

Ah, Jacqueline!

Dwayne. You're back!
Yes-I, and there's going to be

a lot of partying on the island tonight.

Joe! Joe!

Joe, I am so sorry for your loss.

Look, I know it's awful timing...

but did Cora tell you
what she promised me?

She hasn't mentioned you for years.

What are you even doing here?

Did you have something to do
with what happened? Course not!

Surely you don't believe
I could ever hurt her!

The police might, when they realise
that you're here on Saint Marie.

Oh, Dwayne, you can sit
at Marlon's old desk.

He's left your boat keys
in the top drawer. Thank you, Chief.

Oh, and for the record,

Marlon sat at MY old desk.

Ah, it's like I've never been away.

Except JP's got
a whole lot better-looking.

So, we're still trying to establish
how the killer got in and out

of that lift in 15 seconds, and why.

Holly had financial motive
and no alibi, but the brutal nature

of this crime, her own mother,
it just feels unlikely.

Ah, the Met's emailed.

So, Holly has no history of violence.

All Joe's checks are clean, too.

But last week, Sam reported
an ex-girlfriend stalking him.

He wanted a restraining order.
OK. Let's check with London

for more details, and then
we'll go and talk to him.

Darlene, could you show Dwayne
the crime scene and bring him

up to speed on the case?
It'll be her pleasure, Chief.

Shall we?

Ah! Bonnie and side!

Er, the sidecar is yours.

No. I insist. You sit
and let me do all the hard work.

I don't want to put you out.
You won't. I'll drive.

Dwayne always drives.
Not any more, honey.

No!

Chief!
Inspector!

Hmm!

My ex-girlfriend's been hassling me
back home. Does Holly know?

I've not mentioned it
to her, so, erm...

Why not?

When did you and your ex split up?

Erm, the summer before I met Holly.

So how come she only just started
harassing you now?

We could call her to check.

We had a... We had a fling
around New Year's.

Don't get me wrong, I love Holly.
We're starting a family together.

She's my world. Just sometimes I...

feel like a loser
that doesn't deserve her.

I slept with my ex
to make me feel better.

And it did.

Until it didn't.

The Met officer on your case
was an old friend of Cora's.

He called her to check your statement.

Did Cora ask you
the same questions we just did

and reach the same conclusion?
That you cheated on her daughter?

We know Cora sent you this text.

"Have you decided yet?"
What did she want you to decide?

Joe hates me, no matter how hard I try.

Cora was always on my side.

You made a vow to my daughter
before God, and you've broken it.

She said it was my call.
Confess to Holly or not.

I had to choose.
But if you chose not to,

wouldn't Cora have told Holly?

She didn't want to risk the
marriage, so she left it up to me.

You're not going to
tell Holly, are you?

It depends how the case proceeds.

I didn't kill Cora.
Why would I destroy this family?

It must have been someone
Cora sent down, like Joe said.

It must have been.

Look, some things
are just personal.

You are so annoying.

Excuse me? That room is sealed.
You didn't see the crime scene tape?

Stop! Police!

Keep up, Dwayne!

Run faster! You run faster!
Leave her to me!

Excuse me, excuse me!

Coming through!

Honey, you know
you're meant to shower FIRST.

Any idea who she is? Someone
who had a grudge against Cora?

According to UK Prison Service...

no-one Cora prosecuted has been
released from jail recently.

Darlene, let's call Immigration,

see if her photo
matches any recent arrivals. OK.

And we now know that Sam did have
a motive to kill Cora.

She was trying to force him to tell
Holly he'd been unfaithful to her.

Confessing his sin, like
that Bible verse she bookmarked.

He could have lost his marriage and
his unborn child. Yeah, he made out

Cora was happy
to keep quiet about it, but...

I don't believe she'd let him
commit adultery and say nothing.

I'll call back the ex, dig for more.

Yeah, we can look at it
with fresh eyes tomorrow.

Oh, yeah!

Pst-pst-pst!

You have a hot date tonight.

Yes-I!

Sounds amazing.

Still, life on the island
can't all be sunshine,

snorkels and swimming with sharks.
No, I've never swum with...

You've changed, but not THAT much.

How about romance? A place
this gorgeous, don't tell me

you've never been bitten by the love
bug. Couple of times, maybe.

And? Well, you know,
just... the usual stuff.

Got my heart broken. Twice.

Happens to the best of us.
Really? Mm. As I recall,

you're usually the one
doing the heartbreaking.

I got dumped a month ago.

By my... fiance.

I'm fine now! Just got to suck it up
and get back out there.

You sound like my mum. Oh, words
every woman dreams of hearing.

No, I just mean, er...

It wasn't that long ago I got to
thinking maybe I should just

give up on live. But then
my mum came out for Christmas

and made me promise I wouldn't.
Quite right, too.

It's about time we both
deserved some happiness.

Either way, it's definitely time
for some Eccles cakes.

You didn't.
Oh, I did.

And I got some very strange looks
at customs, too.

Go on.

I 'll, er...

So, I just spoke to Sam's ex in London,

and she said he's been
sleeping with other women,

even in the last month, and she can
prove it. Texts, photos, the works.

Well, let's get them verified,
but if she's right,

that means Sam's a serial adulterer

while his wife's pregnant
and her mum's seriously ill.

That's a marriage-ender
and a motive for murder.

Except... he has an alibi.
Hmm. Darlene, how are we getting on

with immigration checks?
No matches for the brunette as yet.

Ah!

Looks like someone's been busy.
Yes, looking for the woman

that outwitted you yesterday.
I already found her.

Layla, the concierge.
Sweet girl. We go way back.

Anyway, I told her to show the CCTV
to the bellboys, and one of them

said he's seen the woman
guiding tour groups in town.

Great stuff, Dwayne! Let's get
a list of all the registered guides

and see if we can identify her
from that. Layla had another titbit,

too. A hotel cleaner

witnessed a huge row between Joe
and Cora the first day they arrived

and said it was intense.
Dwayne! You're on fire!

It's just good old-fashioned
police work.

Ha-ha! I mean, you're not going to

find all the answers
in an office file, now, are you?

Now, Dwayne, don't start with me,
now, today... You listen...

Listen, if you're going to
identify this brunette,

you're going to have to learn
to work together.

Naomi and I are going to
go and talk to Joe.

Wait. A tour guide.

Some of Cora's last calls was
to a tour company on the island.

Hmm! Yep, there it is.
Gary's Guides.

I guess office files have their uses
after all. Here she is.

Thanks. Thanks for meeting me here.

Cora had such faith.

I'd hoped, being here, I might feel
a bit closer to her, but...

I don't.

When we spoke before, you said
that you and Cora shared everything.

But you didn't share her faith?

No. I've never been a believer.

She also didn't share that she had
$10,000 in her bedside drawer.

And her discovery about Sam,
did she share that?

What discovery? Sam was sleeping
with someone behind Holly's back.

Dirty little rat. I always said
he wasn't good enough for her.

Seems like Cora hid a few things
from you and Holly.

Can you think why?

It can only be because
she wanted to protect us.

Protect you from what? Or whom?
Well, if I knew that...

What were the two of you arguing about

the day you arrived on the island?
A witness said it was... intense.

Cora had just told me what charity
she was giving her money to.

Her church. I saw red.

I said the priest must have been
exploiting her faith.

I couldn't believe that she was
leaving it to them and not to Holly.

You know why I need to do this.
But you're not the one

that's going to get hurt!

Why didn't you mention this before?
Well...

Well, we'd moved beyond it, you know.

Cora explained that...
that it was all her own idea.

She hadn't even mentioned it
to the priest.

Do you recognise this woman?
She may be connected to Cora.

No. Sorry, no, I've
never seen her before.

OK. We'll be in touch.

Darlene?

The brunette is Lexi Reece.

Then I thought, what if Alexandria
wasn't the name of a city

but a person?

Lexi's short for Alexandria.

She's the top of the bucket list.
She's the reason Cora came here.

That is excellent work, you two.
Now all we have to do is find her.

So, er, that is the end of today's tour.

If you liked it, please do
post a review online.

If you didn't, what's wrong with you?

So, any last questions?

Yes. Were you at the Arawak Hotel
yesterday at around five o'clock?

Er, who said that?

I did.

Our inspector would like to have
a little word with you.

$10,000?

I know. It... It felt weird.

I mean, we were friends
in the nineties,

but I hadn't heard from Cora since.

So getting a call at work,
out of the blue,

her promising me all that cash...

messed with my head.
Did she ask for anything in return?

Just a little chat
one night in her hotel room.

Didn't even say what about.
So I went.

When I heard that Cora was dead,
I wished I hadn't.

Still, you went to the room
the next day, tried to break in.

I spoke to Joe Blyth first.

He always did whatever Cora said.
Under the thumb.

You mean she could be controlling?
I'm not slagging her off.

Fair play to her.
It's just he never argued back.

So if she told him the cash was for
me, I knew he would hand it over.

Had she told him?

No. Gutting. So I went to check
to see if the money was in her room.

It is mine... morally.

Not legally speaking, though.

I tell you what else isn't legal -
evading a police officer.

Were you worried that we might
find out about your past?

We've got your records.
Cora was your lawyer in London

back when she was still a defence
barrister. You were barely 18,

got convicted of dealing
class A drugs, got sent down.

Did you blame her? Why would I?
The Blythe were the only people

who looked out for me
when I was released. Even so,

you were detained at a mental
health facility not long after.

Yes, OK, I was sectioned.
But not cos of them.

Cos of me.

Went back to dealing, started using,

got pregnant with
my loser boyfriend. Couldn't cope.

New baby, all the drugs...
My head just...

I lost it.

Baby got put into care.

The point is...
is that Cora risked a lot

to keep me out of jail a second time.

She even got me off
a child neglect charge,

as long as I promised
never to contact my kid.

I knew I couldn't keep up
my end of the bargain

if I stayed in the country, so I didn't.

Came here, made an honest life.

And the child?

You know the rules. Kids get
your details when they turn 18.

Haven't heard a thing.

But the only reason
I'm not rotting in jail is Cora.

So she's the last person
I'd ever want to hurt.

Really? Oh.

I understand, Doc.

Thank you.

Dwayne?

Is everything OK? Yes. The old man
will be arriving tomorrow.

Wasn't that a doctor, though?

Yes. The old goat hasn't got
as much life left in him

as I've been making out.

That's why we're really back.

This is where he wants to spend
the rest of his days.

Dwayne, I... I'm so sorry.

Listen, erm, why don't you both
come round to mine on Saturday?

I'll make some Creole spiced ribs.

Thank you. He'd love that.

Sorry.

It's from a restaurant around
the corner from Gary's Guides.

But there are tables outside, so...

So any one of them could have
swiped it. OK. Let's try this.

Who has the strongest reason
to kill her now?

Er, Inspector, are you winking at me?

Er, no. I've got something
in my eye, sorry.

Don't mind me, guys.
You just carry on. OK.

So, Holly has half a million reasons
to want Cora dead.

She was just about to be cut off
from financial support.

Or did Joe finally snap

when Cora pushed him too far
after years of control?

Yes, but this was a planned murder,
not a crime of passion.

Oh, I think it's an eyelash.

Sam's motive was pretty pressing.
If Holly found out he was a cheat,

he'd lose her and his baby.
Lexi has a record. Needed money.

Could she have blackmailed Cora
and then something went wrong?

Ah! Got it... I think. I got it.

I've got it!

I knew there was something off!
Inspector?

I have a feeling I know why Cora was
murdered. I just don't know how yet.

Oh, ah! Ow. Ow!

Oh! Ah!

Yes!

Nowhere near fast enough.
You sure that thing isn't faulty?

If none of us can get in and out
in time, how did the killer?

Oh. Oh...

You all right there, Dwayne?
Dizzy.

Going through that damn hatch,
up and down, up and... Oh...

I see.

I see!

Up and dawn.

The concierge says she took
Joe's call as the lift came down,

then the doors opened
and Cora was there, dead.

Up and down, up and... Oh...

But why would the alarm button

and the receiver
both be with her at the same time?

So that one nail could have only
broken off in the lift.

Could it have got caught on
the murderer's clothes when she was

trying to fight them off? I'd gone
down to the pool to go for a swim.

Having a baby has always been
the dream for us.

Mum went through the same thing
before she had me.

The Blythe were the only people
who looked out for me

when I was released.
But what happened to the nail?

Dwayne, I'm going to need you to
search through some drain filters.

From the beginning of this case,
there's one question

that has been bugging us. How was
Cora, alone and in a moving lift,

murdered in 15 seconds?

Well, the answer's very simple.

She wasn't. The concierge said
that the lift came down,

the doors opened and Cora was there.

But no-one actually saw the lift
coming down... because it wasn't.

It was coming up.

Now, Cora's lift did actually
travel down initially, but it went

past reception and stopped
at the lift lobby by the pool,

which was deserted at dinner time,
except for...

Sam. And that is where
you murdered her.

What? You've got this all wrong.

You retrieved the knife that you'd
hidden earlier and, after you'd

killed her, you wiped your prints
off the knife with a towel

and sent the lift back to reception.
This is... This is crazy.

Have you got proof for any of this?

Yeah.

We found Cora's nail
in the filter of the pool,

which is where you washed away
all the forensic evidence

that would link you to the murder...

by jumping into the water
and firming up your alibi.

We're testing the nail for traces
of your DNA. There'll be no doubts.

Well, you're wrong.
I mean... Sam, a murderer?

It's true. He couldn't have killed
Cora. He wouldn't have had time.

I called the concierge
the moment the lift doors closed.

You can check with the housekeeper.

We did. And that's why
you had the housekeeper

take that phat of you, isn't it?
To make sure that you had an alibi,

because you were in on the plan, too.

You gave Sam the receiver
for Cora's personal alarm

so that you could signal him
when she was on her way down.

Then you made up the club card
excuse so that she'd be alone

before pressing the lift button, but
for the pool, not for reception.

Then, in front of the housekeeper,
you pretended to call the concierge.

HI, is that the concierge?

Whereas, in fact, you were talking
to no-one at all.

After Sam had killed Cora,
he put the receiver in her bag, too,

so that it wouldn't be linked to him.

But why would the alarm button
and the receiver

both be with her at the same time?

And then, after he'd had time
to kill your wife...

Hello? ..back in your room...
Is that the concierge?

That's when you eventually made
the call to the concierge for real.

You made us think that Cora had to
have died in those last 15 seconds,

because we assumed that the call
the housekeeper thought you'd made

was the same call that the concierge
actually took.

This is ridiculous. Me and Sam?

Yeah. You played up your antagonism

so that no-one would suspect
you were in it together.

Joe hates me, no matter how hard
I try. Dirty little rat.

I always said he wasn't
good enough for her.

OK. Erm...

Holly, I'm so sorry
to have to tell you this,

but I promise I wouldn't
unless I had no choice.

Cora found out
that Sam was cheating on you.

Now, I told your dad, but what I
have to ask you is, did he tell you?

No.

No, he... didn't.
Why, Joe?

Why not tell her? It would prove
you were right about Sam all along.

Or when Cora found out
about Sam's infidelity,

did she tell you straight away?
And you approached him and promised

to keep it secret as long as
he helped you kill your wife.

Sam? Was that the deal?

You murdered a defenceless woman.
We have the proof.

Are you really just going to
sit there and take all the blame?

He said, erm, cos she was ill,
it wasn't really murder.

More like, erm...

putting down a sick dog.

Really? What, you think
I plotted with this lying cheat

to kill my wife so that he and Holly
could get the inheritance?

Why would I do that?
No. I think you plotted with him

to keep Holly in your life
and keep yourself out of prison.

With Cora's new-found religion,
she wanted to "cleanse her soul",

which meant confessing to Lexi
about a terrible wrong

that she'd done to her
and making amends.

Getting a call at work, out of the blue,

her promising me
all that cash... Ten grand!

Lexi, can you remember,
on the night that you were committed

to the mental health facility,
was Cora there?

I called her when I started
to lose it. She got the doctor.

Joe took the baby out of harm's way.
What...? Why do you ask?

Because Holly told us
that Cora had struggled to conceive.

Oh, please...

Please.

Not here. Not like this.

Don't they deserve the truth?

Doesn't SHE deserve the truth?

We were desperate for a child.

A purpose, a reason to stay sober.

But it wasn't happening for us.

You just fell into our laps.

We moved away, somewhere
that people didn't know us.

We loved you. We thought it was
a good thing that we were doing,

taking you away from her.

Cora lied when she said
Lexi would be charged with neglect

if she ever tried to contact her child.

Lexi, you believed her.
Why wouldn't you,

after everything she'd done for you?

The Blythe were the only people
who looked out for me

when I was released.

That's what Joe and Cora
were fighting about

the day before she died.
She'd told him the real reason

she wanted to come to Saint Marie.

Cora, we can't tell her.
We committed a crime.

I committed a sin, a sin that
I have to confess before I die.

If Cora confessed, you'd be sent
down and you'd doubtless lose Holly.

You could only see one way out -

to kill your wife...
with a perfect alibi.

And it very nearly worked,

until I realised that Holly
had brown eyes, like mine.

I got it.

I've got it!

It's very, very rare
for a child to have brown eyes

if both parents' eyes are blue,
like Joe and Cora's.

So we did a familial match
DNA test and, er...

Holly...

you are Lexi's daughter.

And to stop Cora telling the truth,
Joe ended her life.

I'll always be your dad, Holly.

I don't even know you.

If there's anything we can do...

It's just...

the thought of...

going home...

all on my own.

Well, there's no rush.

Plus, I can think of one reason

you might want to stick around
a little longer.

This case I've been working on
the last few days, it's...

it's really got me thinking
about... life and...

what I want to put on my
bucket list, that sort of thing.

Well, being in the Caribbean with you...

this right here's my bucket list.

Yeah, erm...

it's not mine.

What?
I'm sorry.

Look, when we kissed last night...

The spark wasn't there any more.
Yeah. I know.

That's because neither of us
really want this. It's just a...

It's a rebound thing.

You were just trying to get over
having your heart broken...

and so was I.

But I am still really grateful
you came out here.

You are?
Yeah.

You've shown me that I was right
not to give up on finding love.

And chatting to Sunset Chaser,
the thrill of that,

the hope that this
might actually be the one...

I miss that. I want that again.
I-I ...want to fall in love.

I travelled halfway across the world
to give this another shot.

If you want to find the one, some
online chat's not going to cut it.

You need to pull your finger out.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Come on.

I might stay here a bit longer,
enjoy one last Caribbean sunset.

Yeah.

Well, Chief, you made the right
call. Getting back together

with an ex never works.

Amen to that.
Mm...

But there's something else, isn't there?

Dwayne? Mm? Let's get
another round of drinks.

But we haven't finished
these ones yet. Now.

Oh! Why do you always
have to have your own way?

Because my way is always
the right way. Go.

G...!

So?

Well, I've finally figured out

what I'd like to put
at the top of my bucket list.

Finding live again.

That's great, sir.
Yeah, but... if there's one thing

this jib teaches you,
it's that... life's too short.

It's not just the cases.
It's what happened

with the Commissioner
a few weeks ago. I hear you.

So, I need to be more like Zoe,
really take a risk,

go for it, before it's too late.

What do you mean? Well, this is
a small island, Naomi.

It's full of ghosts for me.

Florence, Sophie... Rebecca.

What are the chances of me
finding love again here?

Yeah.

So, if I...

if I do want to find the one...

and I really do...

I'm going to have to put myself
out there, literally.

So I'm going travelling.

I'm leaving Saint Marie.

Hello?

So it's true? You can
come out of witness protection?

It sure is, sir. Miss me?

Hi, guys, it's me.

I'm out here in the Caribbean
with my bestest buddies ever.

We have a possible suspicious death
over on St Auguste.

We already have a detective in sit...

Florence!
We're screwed, aren't we?

Our four likely suspects
were together in the restaurant

when it happened. So if it WAS
one of them that did it, then...

How? I missed him.
More than I thought I would.

You've got to know. The Inspector's
leaving Saint Marie.

Hopefully you'll make it back
by then. I really hope so, too.