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Ah. This is it, guys,
the big adventure begins.

Hi, Hannah.

Back in a sec.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Morning.

You know, I do like her.

- Really, Jay? You surprise me.
- Yes, surprise, surprise.

Hey.

How's it going?

Hey.
All right?

I hope you all got your beauty sleep
last night before the big trek.

Well, I would have done

if this one hadn't been on the phone
to his wife at 4am.

David, I told you,
there's no Wi-Fi for the next three days.

OK, gentlemen, are we ready
to get this show on the road?

Yee-haw.

- Yee-haw.
- Oh, God.

Come on.

Allez, allez. Allez, allez.

Allez.

You're looking good. You're a
natural.

Er... I'm not sure.

So, David...
Yeah.

...how are you feeling as we head on
up into the rainforest?

Well, mainly, a deep worry that
I've only been on this horse for an hour

and my backside is killing me.

Ah, well, that's Nathaniel. He's 12.

And... and that's Maisie, who's ten.

Oh, they're so cute.

I love the name Maisie.
You're not jealous,

are you, Jay?

I reckon that storm is coming in.
I think that we should all hit the hay.

Um, are we going to be safe up here
in just our tents, Hannah?

I hope so.

Morning, Clarence.
Morning, Jack.

Got your work cut out, I see.

Fierce storm last night.

Madeleine. How are you?

Good.
So, you survived the elements?

Yes, my first tropical storm.

Horsing it down, it was.

I was almost nostalgic
for the old homeland.

They say you know it's summer in
Ireland when the rain gets warmer.

So what time is your flight?

Early evening. It will be nice to be
back home in my own apartment

and see my friends.

Well, we'll try and make your last
day on the island as pleasant as possible.

Dead.

Who is he?

More to the point,

how the hell did he get in here?

...but he still showed up
at the christening,

and Jamal was just...

Oh, my goodness.

What happened?

We haven't a clue.

The scene is exactly as we found it
when we unlocked the station.

No wallet, no phone, nothing.

We don't even know who he is yet.

You mean he's a John Doe?

Do we have a cause of death, sir?

Abrasions on the neck suggest

some sort of cloth was used
to strangle him.

Plus, you'll see these scratches
on his face and his hands,

so probably a scuffle to begin with.

But...

If you're asking me how he got in
here, I have no idea.

As far as I can tell,
the doors were bolted, shutters locked.

All of which means the police
station is now a crime scene,

and as such, will have to remain
sealed off until we've concluded the case.

Where are we going to work?

My place.

Morning.

Officer Hooper. Officer Patterson.

The island search and rescue team
have been contacted

by a local resident who's taken
some tourists trekking in the rainforest.

One of the group has gone missing.

They give you a description?

Male. Aged 50. Dark hair.

Wearing beige combat trousers
and a blue check shirt.

His name is Adam Renshaw,

and apparently he has a wife
and two children back in England.

Where are they now, the group?
Still up in the rainforest?

Yes. I have the co-ordinates.

Fancy coming along?
Extra pair of hands wouldn't go amiss.

Sure.

Great. Photograph and process the
scene.

See if there's any indication
of how our killer got that body

into this police station,
and him or herself out again,

without touching any of the locks.

Answer that for me,
would you, Madeleine?

DI Mooney's phone.

It's someone called Siobhan.

Ah. That's my daughter.

Tell her I'm on a case
and I'll call her back later.

OK. Sorry, your father is working
right now. He will call you later.

OK. Bye.

She wants you to call her back
when you can.

You're lost, aren't you?

Er, just taking the scenic route,

as my father would've said.

Must've changed the layout
of the tracks since I was last up here.

Oh, well.

OK...

On the police station floor?
Are you serious?

Yeah, and the evidence suggests
Mr Renshaw had been asphyxiated.

What, you mean he was murdered?

I'm afraid so, Miss Wilde.

Can any of you think
why someone might do this to your friend?

No. No, no, no.
Adam was a nice guy.

I mean, he never even got upset
or angry with anyone.

I mean, we don't even know anyone
here.

When did you arrive?

Er, three days ago.
We were staying at the Sea Cove Hotel.

It's our joint 50ths, you see.

We always do something together
for the big birthdays.

So, tell me,
how do you gents know each other?

Ah, we've been friends since
university.

That's where we met.

And tell me, last night,
when was the last time you saw Adam?

Um, about 9.30.

The storm was coming in,
so, well, we all went to bed.

And after that, anyone see him?

Anyone leave their tent for... for
anything at any point?

I went to see the horses at about
11.

But they were spooked out by the
storm, so I gave them some food.

I didn't see Adam.

So, let me get this right.

Adam went to bed at 9.30 last night.

And this morning, when you all woke
up, he'd just... vanished.

Adam's wallet and phone aren't here.

So whoever killed him
must have taken them.

Must have.

Anything of interest?

Yes. This.

Was by his sleeping bag.

Maybe he was drinking last night.

And this.

Video camera.

Now, that might give us some insight
into what's been going on

between Adam and his friends
over the last few days.

You think one of them could be
responsible for what happened?

30 years of history between these
fellas.

Who knows what secrets and lies
are tucked away in their past?

Yeah, but even if there is a motive,
why would one of them kill like that,

leaving the body somehow
in the middle of the station?

I know. I mean, was Adam killed here
and his body transported there?

Whoever did this certainly had the
means. CLICKS TONGUE.

Or maybe the murder happened
closer to the station.

But still, why would Adam and his
killer leave the campsite

in the middle of a storm?

Well, whatever way you look at
it... makes no sense at all.

Morning, Commissioner.
You're here about the body we found?

A rum business indeed.

I hear the victim was a visitor
to the island?

Over with friends,
celebrating their 50th birthdays.

The discovery of that body
on the station floor

has created quite a stir
amongst the community.

I therefore feel
the sooner we can reach a conclusion

in this investigation, the better.

Well, I understand your concern,
sir.

To which end, I'm throwing
everything we have at the case.

Including you, DS Dumas.
Hm?

I've spoken to Paris, and they've
agreed to make you available to us

until we've caught our killer.

Of course. I understand.

As time is of the essence,
I'll leave you to get on with your work.

Thanks for sticking around.

Well, I will need to make
a couple of calls to let people know,

but... but it's fine.

Great. Well, let's get started.

JP...

...come see this.

Definitely wasn't there last night.

So, what? You think the killer left
it?

Perhaps it's meant
as some sort of message.

You know how there's the death card
in tarot, isn't there?

Which portends to death. So maybe...

And what exactly does
the seven of diamonds portend?

We must speak to a fortune-teller.

OK. Let's wait for the Inspector
to come back.

Until then, snap it, check it for
prints and bag it up.

Who me?

N-n-no, no.
No way am I touching that for anybody.

Why not?

Hello?. JP, I mean, the killer left
it.

I'm telling you,

this thing is emitting
some serious bad vibes.

Ruby, it's a playing card.
It's not going to hurt you.

OK, so, David.

How are you feeling
now we're heading up into the rainforest?

Well, mixed emotions, you
know, anticipation...

Inspector, I'm ready when you are.
OK.

...excitement...

You know,
this place is far from being ideal.

The Wi-Fi is intermittent.

Your printer is out of date.

And this wood... is very hard
to stick drawing pins into.

So, what have we got?

Our murder victim
is called Adam Renshaw.

Turned 50 last month.

No job that I can see. His wife,
Kathie, appears to be the primary earner.

And we know
someone throttled Adam to death

some time after 9.30 last night,

then magically deposited his body
inside our locked police station.

Suspect number one. Gerald Baynes.

Teaches English
at Grove Lane Middle School in Kent.

Married with two children.

And according to this, he was
arrested for assault four years ago.

Do we have any details?
Not yet. But I requested them.

Then we have David Molyneux.

Married, no children.

Currently lives somewhere called...

...Guilt Ford.
Guildford.

Guilt Ford.

No, it's Guildford.

Guilt Ford.
Perfect.

Bon.

David Molyneux works as a manager
for a carpet manufacturer.

Your initial check shows he's been
on sabbatical for the last three months.

Mm-hm. I'll try to find out why.

Good.

And finally, we've got Jay Carver.

Mm-hm.
Born and raised in California.

Settled in the UK
after attending university there.

Owns two restaurants
out in Oxfordshire - nice.

Seems to be the only bachelor
of the group. Never been married.

Which leaves us
with our last possible suspect -

Hannah Wilde.

She's worked all around the world,
always with animals.

She arrived in Saint Marie in 2011
and opened a ranch and riding centre.

Yeah,
but it's unlikely Miss Wilde developed

enough of a motive to kill Adam in
just the 48 hours she's known him. True.

Although, we can't wholly discount
her, either.

So let's see if there's any
connection between the two of them.

You're right.

This wood is not at all welcoming
to drawing pins.

Really?

Now, Madeleine, might I suggest we
start with the victim's video camera?

Something I want to show you.
OK.

OK, this footage was shot three days
ago,

just after they arrived.

OK, this is the bit. Listen.

Ads, I'm just going to nip
back to the room

to phone the kids before they go to
bed.

That's Gerald.

Didn't you speak to them this
morning? And that's Adam.

You do know you're spoiling
things for the rest of us, don't you?

Sloping off and phoning
your bloody family every five minutes.

You're such a joke. You know that?

You know what?
I've just about had enough of this.

If you don't stop
treating me like this, I'm going to...

What? What are you going to
do?

So have fun calling your kids.

I thought they were friends?

Except friends don't go round
threatening each other, do they?

He could be like that.

With me.

It wasn't all the time, but, um...

Yeah, Adam had this nasty side to
him.

Were Jay and David aware of it?

Only happened when Ads and I were
alone.

He'd start criticising me
and making jibes, digs.

And he's always been like this?

Started a couple of years ago.

Same time that his business
went into liquidation.

Kathie, his wife, went back to work,
became the breadwinner.

While Adam stayed at home
and looked after the kids.

I don't think he liked it.

I think it made him
feel... deficient as a husband.

And so Mr Renshaw
started taking it out on you?

You were threatening him in that
video.

Said if he didn't stop, you'd, what,
try and hurt him?

No.

I don't know,
it was in the heat of the moment.

I didn't mean it.

Er, you do have previous, though.

Sorry?

You were arrested for assault.

Not that long ago, either.

Was that in the heat of the moment
as well?

Gerald, I can imagine how Adam's
behaviour towards you, over two years,

might fester, bubble away inside,

until one day, it just... just
somehow gets the better of you.

Look... he got under my skin that
day, I admit it,

but not to the extent that I'd kill
him.

I swear.

I dusted the area surrounding the
body

and found no prints
of any of our suspects,

or even the victim.

And Ruby, she checked
the bolts and locks.

It was as we left it last night.

And what about spare keys to the
station? You have some, right?

In the safe. All accounted for.

So the only way someone could've got
in here was to break in,

which we know they didn't do,

because there isn't a single sign
of any disturbance anywhere.

Well, also, sir, we found this.

You found the seven of diamonds?

On DS Cassell's old desk,
slap bang in the centre.

We think maybe the killer left it.

Like in Batman, you mean?
I beg your pardon?

You know, with The Joker,
he always leaves his calling card

at the scene of a crime.
The Joker?

The bad guy in Batman.
Do you have Batman in France?

Of course, I know who Batman is.

I assume in France
they call it something different.

L'homme de la...
What is the French for bat?

It's chauve-souris, but maybe
we should get back to the point now.

My apologies. You were saying?

I just think the more likely
explanation

is that this playing card ended up
on the desk by accident.

It's just a piece of rubbish.

I'm not so sure, Madeleine. Feels
like too much of a coincidence to me.

Have you dusted it for prints?

We got some partials, sir,
but nothing we can use.

Well, at least, let's find out
what shops on the island

sell this brand of playing card.

Right, well, let's call it a day.

First thing tomorrow, JP, Ruby,
I want you going door to door in Honore,

see if anyone saw anything
the night of the murder.

You got it, sir.
Yes, sir.

And Madeleine...
Yes?

I reckon you and I should pay a
visit to the hotel they were all staying at,

the victim and the suspects,

see if the staff picked up on any
tensions before the trek.

Hi, Dad.
Ah, Siobhan. There you are.

Sorry I couldn't speak earlier.

It's just been one of those days.

Are you OK?

You look... tired.

Everything all right?

Things aren't great, if I'm honest.

Why? What's the matter? What's
happened?

Me and Andy split up.

Oh, no.

Really?

For good? I mean,
no chance of patching things up?

Yeah.

He's been... seeing someone else.

Behind my back,
he's been seeing another girl.

I am so sorry, Siobhan.

Three months,
this Andy fella's been sneaking around,

seeing the two of them at the same
time.

That lad needs a good kick
in the hole, if you ask me.

If a man ever went behind my back
like that...

What would you do?

It's probably better if I don't tell
you.

I'm sorry for Siobhan, Jack.

It's just the trouble is
I'm not good at this sort of thing.

It was always her mother
who dealt with boyfriend issues.

It's not that myself and Siobhan
aren't close. We are.

It's just...

I'm not sure
I know the right things to say to her.

Oh...

Stop it. You stupid thing, stop it.

What the hell is happening?

So, I heard about Gerald Bayne's
arrest.

And?

It happened at his school.

The mother of one of his students
was being hassled by her ex, who was drunk,

Gerald intervened,
ended up punching the guy.

So his one act of violence in life
was to protect a defenceless woman?

I know. We can't hold that against
him.

I'm sorry.

Not getting enough sleep there,
Madeleine?

Well, since I've been here, there is
a cockerel outside of my bedroom window

that wakes me up every morning at
4am.

Ah, yeah. There's a fair few of them
about, all right, yeah.

I could see if there's a gun
and bullets in the evidence store.

I'm more than happy to take
the little bugger out for you if you like.

We're not there yet, but thank you.

Come on. I'll speak to reception
and housekeeping

if you take kitchen and restaurant.

OK.
Good.

You're late, Ruby.
We're supposed to be doing door to door.

I know. I'm sorry.

But it's all your fault
I'm not on time, JP.

Not only has my washing machine
leaked everywhere,

but it's caused all my electrics to
fuse, and I forgot my keys,

so now I'm locked out.

OK. So, why is it all my fault?

Was it not you that made me touch
that playing card?

Come on, Ruby.

You don't seriously think that touching
the playing card has brought you bad luck?

How else would you explain
this catastrophic morning?

I've got the killer's curse, JP.

It's going to be a long day.

Madeleine, I've got something.
Me too.

You first.
OK. Thank you.

So, the morning of the trek,

one of the maids saw David Molyneux
pinning Adam Renshaw

up against the wall
outside one of the rooms.

It's just over here.
OK.

The pair of them were having
a pretty big argument, apparently.

Could she hear what it was about?
Yeah.

The only thing she picked up on
was Adam saying,

"It's been three months,
you need to tell her."

I've been telling you and telling
you. When are you going to tell her?.

Three months, David.

Enough. It's none of your business,
OK?

All right.
Just leave it.

"It's been three months."
What was he referring to?

I think I know what it is.

David Molyneux's employer
just called me back.

About the sabbatical

he's been taking from work?
Absolutely.

Of course.
That was three months, wasn't it?

Yes. But it wasn't his choice
to take the time off.

No?
No. He was suspended

and also advised to seek
counselling.

For what?
Anger issues.

They said he'd become prone
to aggressive outbursts

in the workplace.
Outbursts.

David, when are you going to...?
It's none of your business.

All right.
Just leave it.

I've never really had anything like
this happen to me before.

You know, problems up here.

So, when did it all start?

Oh, about a year ago.

I just suddenly lost all my energy,
had no drive, you know?

And instead of talking to someone,
I just got angry.

So my bosses told me
to take some time off.

And get some help?

Yeah, yeah.

Low testosterone, apparently.

That's...

That's why I'm feeling so down.

It's not uncommon in men our age,
I'm told.

Who would have known, eh?

So, this row you had with Adam...

Would I be right in thinking

that you hadn't told your wife
about being suspended from work,

or the therapy?

Yeah, well... you know,
I worry that she'll think less of me.

I imagine you wouldn't be too happy
if Adam was threatening to tell her himself.

And that's why you got physical
with him.

Yeah, but that was a one-off.

Yeah, the thing is, David,

I've a witness, saw you
pinning Adam Renshaw up against the wall.

Now, how do we know that didn't
happen up in the jungle?

Only that time, maybe you weren't
able to hold yourself back.

Look, he was my friend, OK?

We've known each other since we were
18.

I mean, you really can't think
that I could've done this?

I hate my life right now.

The owner of the bar heard
we were doing door to door,

so he came and tracked us down.

He found a mobile phone and wallet
sitting on top of the rubbish in his bin.

I checked.

They both belong to Adam Renshaw.
Mm-hm.

Any money that was in the wallet
has been taken.

Also, there's something else.

There. And there.

Horse's hoofprints.

But no horsey.

So maybe one of our suspects
did ride into Honore

with the body the night of the
murder.

But why bring him all this way?

And then, by some unknown means,

gain entry into our police station
and dump his body on the floor?

Hey, you guys.
I think I found something in here.

Do you think you can reach it?

I think so. Guys, don't worry.

Nearly got it.

Did wonder if that might happen.

So, you still don't think

I've got a curse hanging over me?

Adam was definitely wearing
this neckerchief the day of the trek.

It was on the camcorder footage.

OK, so, David, how are you feeling?

Maybe this was used to strangle him?

Oh, well, let's get it checked
for prints and DNA.

The wallet and phone, too.

OK.
Well...

Looks like you may have found us
our murder weapon, Ruby.

So it wasn't for nothing,
you going into the bin. Fair play to you.

Now, I need you both to follow the
road back to the station.

See if you can find any more
hoofprints between here and there.

Yes, Inspector Mooney.

Get it off me.
All right, all right.

Argh.

Ce bois.

Well, I'll be jiggered.

You have something, Inspector?

Postmortem's through,

and the cause of death
was not asphyxiation.

Huh.

It was a stroke that killed him,

brought on by him being strangled.

The medical file indicates

that Mr Renshaw
suffered from coronary artery disease.

The blood vessels in his neck

were lined
with hard plaques of cholesterol.

The strangulation caused
one of these plaques to rupture,

which went to his brain
and induced a fatal stroke.

But they're still saying it's
murder, right?

Absolutely. The pathologist said
whoever strangled Mr Renshaw

clearly meant to kill him.

Here. Made you a brew.

This also confirms there were
significant levels of alcohol in his blood.

You were right about him knocking
back the booze we found up at the tent.

Any luck with the victim's phone?

Yes.

The only call he received

while he was on the island
was at 8am on the morning of the trek.

The number is registered
to a law firm in the UK.

Left a message for them to call me
back.

Also, I've been through
immigration files online,

to see if there's any connection
between Hannah Wilde and the victim.

There's nothing as far as I can
tell. Look, I'll show you.

Your lizard is in the way.

Give it a minute,
he'll get bored and disappear.

Not one for the intricacies
of a murder investigation, are you?

This place is so frustrating.

Sorry I can't do any better.
No...

It's me.

I am just feeling very tired. I'm
sorry.

To cheer you up,
I've made something of a breakthrough.

Really, what is it?

There's only one shop on the island
that sells this brand of playing card.

I'm going to ask Ruby to check it
out.

Ah, there you are.

How'd you get on?
Not a single hoofprint

between the bar and the station,
Inspector.

Officer Patterson. You
smell.

I know.

Tomorrow, we start to dig deeper.

Our three main suspects met
at university in 1987.

30 years
these chaps have known each other.

So, why did one of them feel the
need to kill Adam Renshaw now?

You sure it's OK,
just dropping you here?

Yeah.

I'll just have dinner,
then straight to my room

and get an early night.

Madeleine.

You know, this island,
it sort of plays by its own rules.

And the best thing to do, I've
found, is just give in to it.

So, if that rooster wakes you again
at some ungodly hour of the morning,

just go down to the beach,
sit on the sand, take a deep breath,

and enjoy watching the sun come up.

Trust me, you'll feel a lot better
for it.

Well, maybe I will try.

Thank you.

Just checking in on my little girl,
see how she's bearing up.

I'm doing OK. I guess.

I was thinking, if you want me to
speak to some of my old chums in the Met,

get 'em to pay this Andy fella a
visit,

put the wind up him,

it'd only take a quick phone call.

You don't need to do that.

Things still aren't great, are they?

I think... I'm missing Mum.

I thought I'd got used to it,

her not being around, but...

...it's like it's crept up on me
again.

And I...

...I just really wish she was here.

And you're absolutely positive
that none of these four people

bought one of these decks of playing
cards from you?

I'm positive.

Oh.

Why are you doing this to me?.

We've done some digging

into our victim and suspects' time
together at university.

OK.

This is the website
for the alumni society.

And when we checked the pages
for the year our suspects graduated,

we came across this photo.

"Weren't they cute together?"

"Kathie Hastings and Jay Carver."

The same Kathie Adam married?
Mm-hm.

So Jay and Kathie were an item
before she hooked up with Adam.

And apparently,
Jay has never managed to move on.

We've tracked one of the students
from the year.

His name is Martin Lister.

He's a very active member
in the alumni society.

I'll put him on speakerphone.

Mr Lister, DI Mooney here.

So, what's the story? You think
Jay still has the hots for Kathie?

Well, he as good as said as much to
me.

Really? When? What did he say?

There was a reunion dance
six months ago.

We were both a bit drunk.

Jay was watching
Adam and Kathie dancing,

and he started bad-mouthing Adam.

But the thing I remember most, he
said,

"At least
Adam won't be around much longer."

"Then Kathie'll come to her senses.
You'll see."

"Adam won't be around much longer.
You'll see."

He didn't mean he was going to...?

Kill him?

Look, I know how that might sound,
especially in light of what happened,

but what I meant was
Adam and Kathie were getting divorced.

She told me a week before the
reunion, and that's why I said what I said.

And do you know
why they were going their separate ways?

It was Kathie's decision.

She felt that Adam had changed
last couple of years.

Since he lost his job, you mean?

Yeah.

On the surface, Adam seemed
like a nice, sorted, family guy.

But...

With a few insecurities underneath
it all?

From what Kathie tells me.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, you never settled down
yourself, have you, Mr Carver?

So? That is my life choice to make.

Yeah, but sometimes
there's something else going on.

Yeah.

A subtext to making a decision like
that.

Especially if the person making it
believes

they've already met
the love of their life.

SCOFFS Oh.

You still love Kathie, don't you?

Yeah.

I guess there are some things in
life you can't turn off.

Although, all that changes now.

You could still get the girl
after all, Jay.

Quite a motive, unrequited love.

Except... it isn't a motive.

Cos they were getting divorced,

so I wouldn't need to kill Adam
to be with Kathie.

She'd already left him.

Thanks for talking to me,
Kathie. I appreciate it.

What did she say?

Jay's been telling the truth.

Adam had moved into a bedsit
around the corner from the family home.

Mm-hm.

That phone call the morning of the
trek,

that was from Adam's solicitor,
informing him

that Kathie was applying
for full custody of the kids.

And with him having
no proper job to speak of,

or even a proper home,

well, she was likely to get it.

Hm. That's why he drank half the
bottle of rum the night of the murder.

He was drowning his sorrows.

Yes.
JP, what have you got?

The lab have been in touch,
and they've got something.

Go on.

Those scratches on the victim's
arms.

They found residue
of some sort of oil in the cuts.

It took a lot of testing,
but now they know.

It's linseed oil.

Linseed oil. I mean, I've heard of
it. What's it used for again?

It's commonly used
as a supplement for horses.

It adds fat to their diet.

I went to see the horses at about
11. I gave them some food.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

This one's been jumpy ever since we
got back from the trek. I...

I think he knows something's not
right.

You'll admit you haven't been
entirely honest with us?

That night in the rainforest...

...I didn't lie to you
when I said I went to settle the horses.

But what happened after...

When I got back to the tent,
Adam was there.

Waiting. He was drunk.

Hannah, Hannah...

Do you have any booze?
I don't have any.

You must have some.
Adam, really.

He, um...

The next thing I know,
he's trying to force himself onto me.

He pushed me to the ground and I...

...I tried to fight him off.

I screamed at him to leave me alone.

And then what?

He just stopped.

I think Adam realised what he'd
done.

He felt ashamed.

So I pulled myself back in the tent,

I zipped it up, and that is the last
time that I saw him.

Miss Wilde, why haven't you told us
any of this before?

Because I'd already chosen
to lie about it.

I was scared of what you'd think,
how it would look.

A man is killed the same night
that he attacks me.

It gives you a hell of a reason
to think I did it, doesn't it?

Except I didn't.

Adam Renshaw was still alive
when I closed my tent that night.

Thank you very much. OK, bye-bye.

Sir, that was the lab.

The fibres on the victim match
with the cloth we found in the bin.

So it was used to strangle Mr
Renshaw.

But there's no DNA or fingerprints
on the cloth itself.

Well, what about the wallet and phone?

Same.
What is that noise?

So, I guess I kind of broke the
bike.

You're saying the bike broke down,
not because of some mechanical fault,

but because of something you did?

Well, I'm saying
it's because of this curse I've got

that the killer gave me.

JP, for the love of God, can you
explain to me what's going on here?

Sir, Ruby thinks that because she
handled the playing card the killer left,

it's given her some kind of bad
luck.

Well, it's true.
I spoke to Mama Ezola, and she told me...

Wait. Mama Ezola?
Who the bejesus is Mama Ezola?

Well, Mama Ezola, the
fortune-teller. I went to see her.

She's just by the shop
that sold those playing cards.

Anyway, she told me
that it's very possible

that this card has been tainted
with the murderer's evil spirit.

And some of it has rubbed off on me.

Out of curiosity, Ruby, and just
getting back to the point for a sec,

did the owner remember selling any
playing cards to one of our suspects?

'Fraid not, sir.

OK.

Just to recap briefly
on what we still don't yet know.

We still have no idea what that
playing card was doing on Florence's old desk.

Nor do we have any idea how
or why the killer left the victim's body

on our station floor, or why they
even killed Adam Renshaw in the first place.

One for you.

And one for me.

Why have you got that?

Because I think that you and Mama
Ezola have got this whole thing wrong.

JP, don't. I'm telling you,
it's cursed.

Well, if my partner has been given a
curse,

I'm going to be cursed with her,

cos that's how we do things
in the police - together.

Right. There.

Now we've both got it.

I can't do this.

Inspector?

Not like you to be burning
the midnight oil, sir.

I have a meeting tomorrow morning
with the council

to agree our annual budget,

which they will no doubt try and
cut.

Preparation is key.

And what brings you here
at this late hour?

I need to step away from the case,
sir, go back to London.

Why do you need to go back?

It's Siobhan, sir.

Her fella has messed her around.

And I know we all get our hearts
broken at one time or another, but...

...she's missing her mother as well.

All she has left is her dad,

who's clueless
when it comes to this sort of stuff.

Well, the thing is

if I can't find the right words
to say to her,

the one thing I am good at
is giving her a big hug.

But... I can't do that
if I'm here and she's there...

...can I?

If your daughter is in need
of her father...

...then you should go to her.

You don't mind?

Occasionally, it is right
that we put ourselves first.

Take as long as you need.

We'll just have to manage without
you.

Thank you, sir.

I mean it.

Would it be at all inappropriate if
I was to give you a little hug yourself?

Please don't.

Goodnight, Inspector.

Until DI Mooney
can return to Saint Marie

and resume leading the
investigation,

DS Dumas will be keeping his seat
warm for him.

Er, Uncle Selwyn?

Will Inspector Mooney be OK?

I'm sure, once he's back in London,
reunited with his daughter,

DI Mooney will be feeling
much more himself.

OK.

And a short break from the case
might be just what he needs.

Apologies for the short
delay, ladies and gentlemen.

A slight engine problem.

But that's fixed,
and we're on our way now.

Did he just say delay?
I heard that right, didn't I?

And the cause of death
was not asphyxiation.

Whoever did this certainly had the
means.

Any money that was in the wallet
has been taken.

It's just a piece of rubbish.

Got your work cut out today, I
reckon.

Fierce storm last night.

Of course. I need to get off this
boat.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Excuse me.

Sorry, sorry to interrupt, is there
any way we could turn this boat around?

No.
No.

You don't understand. It's an
emergency. We can't.

As we've got nowhere
with our current four suspects,

maybe we should expand our search
and include local criminals.

But if Inspector Mooney says
it's one of those four suspects,

well, he's usually right
about these things.

That does seem to be the way,
Sergeant, more often than not.

Well, then we're stuck in the mud.
Non?

Not any more we're not.

- Inspector Mooney.
- Sir?

You're supposed to be on a boat.

I was. I jumped ship. Literally.

You jumped off a ferry and swam
here?

Why on Earth would you do that?
Because he's solved the case.

I think I know now
what happened that night,

but I need to speak to a doctor
to make sure.

Phone the surgery in Honore.
Yes, sir.

What exactly are you looking for,
sir?

The ground plan of the campsite
with whose tent is whose marked up.

This one.
Yeah. All right.

Adam's. David's. Jay's. Gerald's.
And Hannah's. Of course.

You know who did it, Inspector?
And I think I know how. And why.

It's the full monty, Commissioner.

I've got Dr Randolph on the phone
for you.

Brilliant.

If I'm right about this, Ruby.

Then you haven't caught
some killer's curse off that playing card.

Really? Well, how do you know that?

Well, it wasn't the killer who left
the card on the desk, it was the victim.

Dr Randolph, it's DI Mooney here.

Quick question for you.

Maybe I should just, erm... Yeah.

You know, it's funny, but...

...people always assume
that reaching middle age,

things start to settle down in your
life.

You become more stable and secure.

You feel more at peace.

But from my experience,
that couldn't be further from the truth.

Cos the fact is, whatever age you
are,

we're all still just as vulnerable
to those unexpected surprises

that life throws at us as we were
when we were little kids.

Now, the key to solving this murder

is an understanding that Adam had
changed over the past few years.

He'd grown into someone very
different

to the man you knew as a reliable,
kind, loving husband and father.

Bitterness had crept in. A
resentment.

You might even call it a mid-life
crisis.

He was jobless,
going through a messy divorce,

living in a bedsit around the corner
from his wife and kids,

and he was about to enter
a nasty custody battle,

which he'd almost certainly lose.

All of which explains
why he behaved so badly

towards you the night he was killed.

Whether it was because
he was desperate to feel loved

or because he wanted to exert more
control

and power over his increasingly
impotent life, we'll never know.

Now, because of all this,

Hannah briefly was a strong suspect
for the murder.

But I now know that she didn't do
it.

No. One of you three did.

It was you, Gerald.

Me?

It wasn't me. Why would I kill Adam?
Sorry, you've got this all wrong.

Oh, you see, you yourself admitted
to me

that Adam's bullying of you
had started to take its toll.

It had, but I told you,

I wouldn't kill someone over just
that. Not just that.

You see, in the same way
that Adam's life was unraveling,

what led to you strangle him
was cumulative.

That night up in the rainforest,

you were in your tent,
the storm raging outside,

when I think you heard Hannah
screaming.

Now, your tent was closest to hers,

which is why it had to be you.

You heard her, but the others
didn't.

So, you went out to see what was
going on.

And I assume you hurried to
intervene.

But before you could,
Adam had a moment of clarity.

He walked away from Hannah,

leaving you standing outside her
tent, alone.

And in that moment,
I think you were filled with a rage.

You'd already started to feel that
way towards Adam

because of the way he'd been
treating you over the last couple of years.

But seeing him assaulting a woman
that you'd befriended

over the last few days,
I think it incensed you.

And you hated him for it.

Overwhelmed with emotion,
you found yourself

with your hands tightening
the neckerchief around Adam's neck.

I know you're not naturally a
violent man.

The only other time you acted in this way
was trying to protect a defenceless woman.

But when your emotions
get the better of you,

the old red mist descends.

And before you knew it,
Adam was lying dead on the ground.

But if this did... happen,

how did Adam's body end up
on your station floor?

Yeah, that's a very good question.

Now, the journey that Adam made
to the station was in two parts.

Staring down at his body,
you knew you had to do something

if you weren't going to be caught,
so you hoisted him up onto a horse

and you led him down
through the rainforest and into town,

where you dumped his body
around the back of a bar,

beside some bins.

You took his phone and his wallet,
and along with his neckerchief,

dumped them in a bin.

So next morning,
when Adam's body was found,

it would be assumed he'd wandered
into town of his own accord,

looking for a drink,

and that he was killed during a
mugging.

But what you didn't take into
account

was that Adam,

when you left him in that car park,
on the ground,

he wasn't actually dead.

The postmortem we received informed
me

that Adam died of a stroke.

Not asphyxiation, a stroke.

But it wasn't until I spoke
to a doctor earlier today

that I realised there could have
been a delay between the strangulation

and his death.

Gerald, when you moved Adam's body,

you thought he was dead.

But he wasn't. He was only
unconscious.

So when he came to,
he got up and he went in search of help.

But with the weather so bad,
there was no-one around.

Everybody was inside,
safe and sound.

So he headed for the one place

that he thought he might find
some shelter.

The police station.
The station was closed.

Feeling increasingly ill and tired,
and scared,

he knew the best thing he could do
was to somehow get inside

the police station,
grab a phone and call an ambulance.

Now, we all know
from watching the movies

that a credit card is a very handy
device for breaking into a place.

But with his wallet taken,
Adam didn't have a credit card.

So he was forced to improvise.

Now, you'll remember, there was
a lot of litter blowing around that night.

Adam found a playing card.

This playing card.

Not dissimilar to a credit card.

And he used it to push up the hook
locks on our station shutters.

And once inside, closed the
shutters,

put the locks back on the latches

and moved towards the desk
in front of him.

Which had only one thing on it -
a telephone.

And he placed the playing card,

and he reached for the phone
to call the ambulance

when the cholesterol plaque
that had been dislodged

when Gerald was strangling him
finally made its way to his brain,

causing him to have
a massive, fatal stroke.

Alone in the police station,
storm still howling outside,

Adam Renshaw fell to the floor...

...and he died.

I didn't...

I just...

I don't know what I was doing.
I didn't mean to do it.

Come on.

Congratulations. You did it,
Inspector.

No, no, Madeleine. We did it.

Well...

JP, remember last night
when you said that you and I were...

...partners?

Well, did you mean that?

Yes, of course I did.

Cos we are.

I mean... Do you not think that?

I don't know.

It's just...

The way I am in this job
sometimes...

...I guess I'm just waiting for you
to realise

that you can find someone better
than me.

Ruby.

I think you are a good officer.

And if you keep on working
as hard as you do,

pretty soon
you'll make a truly great officer.

So you need to start getting used to
me calling you partner.

Cos that is what we are.

A team. You got it?

Oh, OK.

All right, all right, all right, OK.

Get your helmet on. Now let's go.

This is Siobhan's
phone.

Leave a message and I'll call you
back. BEEP.

Hiya, love. It's me.

So, apparently, no seats available
for the next five days.

But they have me on standby
if anything turns up in the meantime.

So I'll hopefully see you very soon.

Love you.

Can you just imagine him
swimming all the way to shore?

And here's the hero of the hour.
Hey.

Stop it, stop it, you'll make me
blush.

Did you manage to get another
flight, sir?

Well, I'm on a waiting list,
so hopefully next day or so.

Well, I've got everything crossed
for you, Inspector Mooney.

Inspector, you went well beyond
the call of duty today.

You made a big sacrifice for this
island.

Oh, just glad I was able to catch
you your man, sir.

It's not often I get a chance
to show my gratitude to you.

But on this occasion, I'd like to.

Oh, well, really, there's no need,
Commissioner.

But if you're asking,
a small rum wouldn't go amiss.

Oh.

I think we can do
a little better than that.

No. You didn't?

I did.

Thank you, sir.

No, thank you, Inspector.

Oh, my God,
it's so bloody good to see you.

And how are you? Are you doing all
right?

Yeah, I'm doing all right.

I just can't believe it.

This island,

it has a certain magic
about it, Sergeant Dumas.

You know, I think
I'm already starting to learn that.

Such a shame you won't get a chance
to experience it a bit more.

This is Ruby.
She is a real person, I told you.

It's so good to meet you.
And, of course, JP you know.

And this is Madeleine,
all the way from Paris.

Yeah.
Nice to meet you.

And, of course, the Commissioner.
As this is now a celebration...

...the drinks are on the house.
Hey.

- Hey.
- Wine for you, Sarge.

All right. Cheers.

Cheers.

This is incredible.
Were you all in on this?